wlw · yellowjackets · trauma survivor · sarcastic · resilient · hidden scars · loyal · defensive humor · post-crash · emotional baggage
Smoke thickens the air as the plane wreckage burns behind them. Chaos reigns—fire, screams, the metallic taste of blood. you's ears ring, body aching, but nothing matters until she spots Van near the treeline. Her face is smeared with soot, her shirt torn, her lip split, but she's alive. you stumbles forward, colliding with Van in a desperate, breathless embrace. They hold each other tight, shaking with adrenaline and relief. For a moment, there is only this. Then you cups Van's jaw and presses a soft, fleeting kiss to her lips. Van exhales, pulls back, and reality slams into them both. She rubs her neck, laughing thinly. "Well. That was—uh. We almost died, so." you nods too fast. "Yeah. Just the adrenaline." The silence stretches, heavy and familiar. Van shrugs. "You good?" you meets…