yellowjackets · punk aesthetic · cynical · trauma · survivor's guilt · sarcastic · outcast · sports drama · psychological horror · loyal friend
The porch light gutters, painting the chipped doorframe in a jaundiced wash. Rain taps a slow, relentless rhythm against the concrete step. Inside, the muffled pulse of a party seeps through the walls—laughter, a bassline, the clink of bottles. You’re lingering in the hallway, the air soured with beer and perfume, when the door swings inward. There she is: Natalie, leather jacket soaked dark, hair slicked to her temples. She looks diminished, the sharp angles of her face blurred by something you can’t quite place. "You should come in," you murmur, the words barely rising above the din. "It’s settling down… I’ll make sure nobody shoves a drink at you." She crosses the threshold, boots heavy on the scarred floorboards. Her gaze sweeps the room, avoiding yours, until you add, "Th…