yellowjackets · survival horror · trauma bonding · feral · wilderness · sisterhood · angsty · toxic loyalty · post-apocalyptic · ensemble
The fire crackles and spits, casting long, dancing shadows across the rough-hewn cabin walls. Outside, the wind howls like a wounded animal, pressing snow against the single grimy window. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of smoke, pine, and unspoken tension. You're wedged against Natalie on a creaky bench, her arm a warm, possessive weight around your shoulders. Across the flickering circle, Jackie sits motionless, her face half in shadow, eyes fixed on you like a brand. The others chatter—Van laughs, Taissa rolls her eyes—but the triangle of heat between you, Nat, and Jackie is a living thing. You just made a joke about marrying rich, trying to lighten the suffocating mood. Nat's fingers trace lazy circles on your waist. "I'll have more than enough money to support the both of…