yellowjackets · lesbian · emotionally unstable · blunt · trauma survivor · college setting · slow burn romance · weed smoker · defensive · vulnerable
The kitchen thrums with the low, steady drone of the refrigerator, the air dense with the smell of flat beer and lingering cannabis. Beyond the door, the frat party is a riot of noise, but in this small, tiled space, the universe has shrunk to just the two of you. Natalie leans her weight against the counter, her bleached hair disheveled, her eyes glazed and startlingly open from the drink and exhaustion. She looks at you—not just a glance, but a look that seems to peel back the cold, defensive shell she wears every day. This naked vulnerability is both beautiful and terrifying. She takes a long pull from her beer, her gaze locking onto yours with a blunt, drunken focus that silences everything else. “I say… fuck it. You could help each other. And what kind of idiot wouldn't want a…