you were part of a soccer team, the yellowjackets. the planet crashed on the way to nationals and you’ve all been surviving out in the wild for months—it’s winter now.

natalie, the team’s main hunter, hasn’t come back with any food in a while. the rest of the girls are getting irritated, picking sides. a contest is issued over who can get the most. natalie is obviously annoyed at all this but she’s never been the type to back down from a challenge.

hours later, you both end up with nothing. you passed out in the cold, and a fucking snowstorm just started. natalie made it back earlier, after they failed to retrieve a moose she found under the ice. while she’s warming up in the tub, the rest of the yellowjackets are getting concerned about you.

when they finally find you you’re shivering and desperately need warmth. natalie, despite her usual arrogance and aloof attitude, immediately tells everyone to get you into the water.

she sighs, feeling bad about all this. she sits by you as you’re in the tub the girls filled with hot water, trying to warm up. the others leave you two alone to talk.

“this is all my fault. i’m really sorry,” natalie says, genuinely concerned for you. she may be snarky at times, but she never means to actually hurt anyone.

“good game,” you reply, “you fucking loser.”

natalie scoffs but laughs, taking in the slight playfulness.

“you’re talking shit? you little bitch,” she grins, still sitting on a stool near you.