THE PARTY YOUâRE CURRENTLY attending was obnoxiously blasting terrible loud music, some radio hit that was making your head ache worse by the second.
you downed your cup of mixed alcoholic drinks that tasted like shit, but you couldnât help it due to your even shittier mood.
even though the conditions were extremely overstimulating, someone yelling the words the terrible radio hit, boys and girls making out everywhere, all you can think about in the moment is the girl standing across the room.
natalie.
when you spot her, sheâs smiling at some joke van probably cracked, one of her hands shoved into the pocket of her leather jacket, with her head thrown back in what looks like bliss. at least one of you were seemingly okay. âREAD MORE!
you and nat havenât spoken in four days, four horrendous, torturous, ridiculously long four days, and it was all because you got jealous.
one stupid argument was all it took for you to impulsively spit out a, âmaybe we should take a break,â in a fit of rage. that was it.
and maybe it was the liquid courage, or just the fact that you were drinking yourself to death, but before you could think, you found yourself stomping across the room, to exactly where natalie stood.
natalie barely had time to clock that it was you and not some random stranger grabbing the sleeve of her jacket before yelping out a âwhatââ
âno questions, follow me.â
she stumbled after you, blinking at you in confusion as you hastily drag her down the hallway, dodging multiple bodies and finally making it into an empty bedroom before slamming the door shut.
natalie immediately turned to you, her brows furrowed.
âwhat the fuck was thââ
she found her words cut short at your eyes, they were big and glossy, along with your pink flushed cheeks, and anxious breathing.
ââŠbabe?â
her expression was now faded into her âconcerned girlfriendâ expression. the one she gave you when you were sick, or upset, or even when she was worried for you.
the bubble of irritation in your chest disappeared so quickly it made your heart clench.
she took a careful step closer to you before she finally stood close to you, face to face.
âwhat happened?â she says, voice in that gentle, soothing tone that was reserved for you. âdid somebody say something to you? upset you? just tell me whoââ
her immediate care is what did it for you, you let out a strained whimper, and natalieâs eyes widened in concern.
âbabe, hey⊠whatâs..â
before she could ask anything else, tears already found themselves streaking down your face.
âi miss you, nat,â you choked out, hiccuping.
natalie looks as if she froze at your words, her body going stiff.
âuh, what?â
âi miss you so much.â you cry out as your voice shook, the words coming out of your mouth thoughtlessly.
âi know iâm probably just being dramatic and i know i drank likeâŠâ you sniffled, wiping your face aggressively as you tried to find your words ââŠa lot more drinks than i can handle, but i canât stop thinking about you.â
natalie just stared at you with her mouth gaped open, and you tugged at the strands of your hair in frustration.
âiâve been so mad at you, and then i remember your stupid, cute laugh and i get even angrier because i couldnât even stay mad.â you choke out a sarcastic laugh. âyouâre literally everywhere. every song i hear reminds me of you, and then at night i keep going to my phone to call you and then i remember weâreâŠbroken up.â
natalieâs expression changes just the tiniest bit, but of course you notice, she probably thought you were patheticâ she would never want you backâ you shake the thoughts out of your head, crying harder.
âiâm sorry,â you whisper to her. ânat, iâm so sorry.â
she opens her mouth to say something, but of course, in your drunken declaration of love, you donât let her speak.
âi was jealous because that girlâjessica or whatever the fuck her name was, kept talking to you and i hated how pretty she was and i know you werenât even doing anything bad.â you laugh helplessly through your words, completely falling apart in a break down. âi was just being⊠being such a jealous bitch.â
âhey.â
âi donât deserve you, nat.â
âbabyââ
âi donât!â you cry out, tears spilling somehow faster. âyouâre all i think about, natalie. thereâs something wrong with me, itâs so embarrassing. i keep walking past your locker even though it makes me late to calc everyday.â
natalie couldnât hold it back anywhere, a tiny smile tugged on the corners of her lips.
âyouâre finding joy in this?â you asked sadly.
âyou just admit that youâve been stalking me.â
âi wasnât stalking you.â
âyou literally just confessed it.â
âi was⊠looking out for you, nat.â
she giggled, actually giggled in this situation, and the sound was so familiar that it nearly made you fall into another sobbing fit all over again.
âi hate you,â you mumble, embarrassed.
âno, you donât.â
ââŠi know.â your shoulders slump in absolute defeat.
âi justâŠâ you look down, breaking eye contact as your voice faded so quiet she barely heard you. âi really miss my girlfriend.â
for what felt like ages, there was silence, and then natalie comes closer until sheâs unbelievably close to you.
âyou done?â she asks softly, her eyes sparkling with an emotion you donât have the intelligence to figure out right now.
you sniffle with a small nod.
nat gently cups your face with both of her chilly hands, wiping away the fallen tears under your eyes.
âyouâve really been crying this whole time, you couldâve cried a river,â she mumbles.
âi know.â
âyou look like you went to hell and back.â
you let out an offended laugh, scoffing in disbelief. âyouâre so mean.â
âi know.â she grins, âbut i still love you.â
your breath hitches, and natalie watches your face for another second before leaning in and placing her lips on yours, and it feels like a fireâs been ignited in your body.
you felt warm. you felt like fireworks on a summer night, like coming home after a long day, you felt heaven.
the second your lips met hers, every anxious, miserable thought you had been thinking for the last four days disappeared.
you melt into her, your hands clenching at her jacket, chasing her warmth and affection as another whimper escapes you through the kiss.
natalie smiles against your mouth.
âstill crying?â she mumbles against yours lips.
âshut up.â
âi missed you so much too.â
you pull back to look at her clearly, ââŠyou did?â
she gives you the most dumb founded look, as if that shouldâve been common sense. âin my head,â she whispers, âwe werenât actually broken up.â
you blink in confusion.
âwhat?â
âi was just giving you space because you were upset at me.â
ââŠnat.â
âwhat?â
âyou let me think we were broken up.â
âi thought we were just⊠having a dramatic argument.â
you stare at her blankly before letting out a baffled laugh and hid your face in her neck.
âweâre actually idiots.â
âyeah,â natalie replies, wrapping her arms around your frame. âbut youâre my idiot.â
âiâm sorry again.â
âi know.â
you cup her face in your hands now, looking at her with a frown.
âyou know this is when youâre supposed to make me work harder for your forgiveness.â
natalie gestures mindlessly, shrugging. âi didnât really want to, the silent treatment was enough torture for me.â she brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face before stealing another kiss.
ânow letâs go.â she says.
âwhere?â
âyou cried nearly enough tears to make an entire river.â
âso?â
âso,â natalie says, intertwining her fingers with yours, âmy girlfriend deserves a nice fresh glass of water and a few minutes where she stops saying âsorryâ and just lets me love her.â
you squeeze her hand with a grin, jokingly asking, âgirlfriend?â
âyou wanna argue with me again?â
âno maâam.â
âgood.â
she kisses your forehead affectionately before opening the bedroom door, the obnoxious music flooding your ears once again, but this time, you welcomed it with ease.
âi was getting really sick of pretending we were broken up anyway.â
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ellie williams is a LESBIAN. this is not a âheadcanonâ debate, itâs CANON. the fact that people are so comfortable taking one of the most prominent lesbian characters in gaming and then rewriting her as bisexual is so telling. there is a huuugee difference between making an unlabeled or straight character queer and taking a character who already represents a specific marginalized identity, and changing that identity because u think itâs inconvenient. headcanoning a straight character as queer challenges the assumption that everyone is straight and creates more representation. headcanoning one of the few explicitly lesbian characters as attracted to men does the literal opposite. it takes away from lesbian representation and reinforces the idea that even when a character is clearly a lesbian, people still feel the need to make her more âpalatableâ by adding attraction to men(?). lesbians are constantly told that our identities are restrictive and temporary, or just a stepping stone toward attraction to guys. you can enjoy whatever ships or aus you want, but pretending that changing ellie from lesbian to bisexual is somehow the same as making a straight character queer is a veryy false equivalence.
â baby daddy fratboy!shauna shipman x fem!reader
a/n: OKAY. iâve got massive amount of reqs about frat!yellowjackets as parents/unexpected pregnancy and stuff. so starting with shauna <3
summary: she knocked you up (on purpose), but sheâs a great dad! fluff (well, mostly). pregnant!reader. g!p character.
warnings: slight NSFW content - MDNI
KNOCKING YOU UP...
Shauna had done it on purpose. She knew it was foolish, knew she shouldnât have. There were countless reasons not toâdamn solid reasons. You were still in college, with no financial stability, barely capable of offering a child anything resembling a future.
But Shauna wasnât stupidâfar from it. She was painfully aware of all of this. And yet... she couldnât help herself. One day, she simply pierced the condom.
Three tiny holes, nearly invisible. You were already trembling, whimpering mess after she was eating you out to notice what she was slipping over her dick. And besides, you trusted her. Of all people, it never crossed your mind that she would do something so reckless and stupid. Honestly, you leaned more on her supposed good sense than on her respect for your boundaries.
Shauna had just wanted to mark you somehow. And when pulling you into her lap, laying her hands possessively over your thighs, and having sex with you every time someone dared to flirt with you no longer felt sufficientâat least in her mindâshe chose the most primal and animalistic way she could imagine.
She had never felt so good as when she felt her warm, thick cum coating your walls. Her eyes rolled back, and she held herself there, making sure every last drop landed in your womb. It was a mercy, in a way, that you were too far gone in ecstasy to understand what had just happened.
She did feel guilt. For a while. But it dissipated quicklyâreplaced by a strange sense of triumphâwhen you showed up at her door, tear-streaked and trembling, clutching a positive pregnancy test in your hand. She played dumb, feigning confusion. How could this have happened? Youâd been careful, hadnât you? Always wearing a condom, maybe something was wrong with it?
And yet, she'd be lying if she said she didnât feel a twisted, powerful pride in that moment.
âHush now, hush,â she whispered against your ear as you were sobbing. She wondered if it was already the hormones kicking in. âWeâll figure it out. Iâm not leaving you. I promise.â
She pulled you onto her lap and rubbed slow circles over your belly as you cried into her shoulder. And in the pit of her being, there was no regretâonly pride.
Not to mention, for the first few weeks, she could cum inside you as much as she likedâafter all, you were already pregnant. She was pumping into you like she wanted to put another baby inside you.
PREGNANCY...
Shauna didnât leave your side. Quite literally. She even followed you to the bathroom. No more peeing alone! Like a loyal dog, she shadowed you through the day, never more than a few paces behind. She walked you to every class and was always waiting just outside when they ended. She dragged you to all her games just to keep an eye on you. She stopped going to parties altogetherâjust so she could stay in with you.
Once, she wouldâve called that pathetic. Something Jackie would doâstay home on a Friday night, stuffing her face with sweets and watching dumb reality shows with her girlfriend instead of having real fun.
But then⊠she started to like it.
Sheâd prepare the snacks herself, build a sort of pillow-and-blanket fort, and wrap you up inside it like a crepeâcarefully, so nothing pressed too hard against your belly. Sheâd hand you the remote and sit by your side for the rest of the evening, her phone abandoned, the outside world forgotten. Her hand would stroke your thigh absentmindedly, though really, she spent more time gazing at you than watching anything on the screen.
âWhat?â youâd ask, turning to look at her. The pregnancy was beginning to getting at youânausea, headaches, body aches.
âYou look beautiful,â sheâd murmur, brushing a smear of chocolate from the corner of your lips with her thumb and placing a soft kiss on your temple. âMore than usual.â
And sheâd pull you in closer, letting you lean fully against her chest.
Sheâd read every pregnancy book she could get her hands on, scoured thousands of articles in the internet. Now it was her telling you what to do, guiding you through the stages with near-professional confidence.
She managed your diet, but never imposed it on youâshe joined you in it. Not to restrict, but to ensure you both got the nourishment you needed. For you. For the baby. She took over the grocery shopping entirely. She already knew some things since she's a gym rat.
Shauna, who now prepared warm baths for you. Every time you came back from class exhausted and aching, especially after a rough morning of nausea, she was already bustling around the apartment. She had stocked up on every kind of bath bomb, salt, and soothing oil imaginable. Imagine the amount of money she spent on those shits. Sheâd help you into the tub, holding your hand tightly so there was no risk of slipping.
âShauna, Iâm pregnant, not disabledâŠâ
âItâs just pregnancy?â sheâd murmur. âItâs everything. Let me take care of you.â
And she would sit there with you the whole timeâjust in case, God forbid, you somehow drowned in few inches of water. She washed your hair so you didnât have to twist uncomfortably, and when your belly grew too round, she washed your whole body. And eat you out after, cause you were getting way too horny, because of the hormones.
Shauna, who had turned soft. Gentle. Not that sheâd ever treated you cruelly, but she'd once been sarcastic, sometimes cold, often just fucking mean. More like asshole with some anger issues.
But now?
Now the change was violent.
Shauna had learned patience. Patience with your aching joints and sore back. Patience with your moods and strange cravings. Patience when you cried for the hundredth time, terrified that you were going to be a terrible mother.
She rubbed your back until you fell asleep. She made late-night store runs when you craved something bizarre. She whispered over and over that youâd be okay. That you, of all people, would be a wonderful mother.
âYouâre already doing so well,â she would say in the quiet of the evening, arms around you, fingers gently combing through your hair. Youâd clutch her shirt in your fists, curled up in her flannel. âYouâre going to be amazing.â
And in those moments, guilt would sometimes creep into Shaunaâs chestâbut she always buried it deep.
Because this Shauna had stopped partying altogether. You couldnât drink, so she didnât either. You couldnât smoke, so she shoved her vape into the back of a drawer. She even gave up coffee when you told her the smell made you nauseous.
When other frats were asking mockingly if sheâd ever show up to a party again, sheâd just shrug and say she was busy with her girl and the baby. She no longer cared what anyone thought.
Shauna, who curled up beside you and looked at you with those soft eyes of needy golden retriever. And when you asked what was wrong, sheâd shake her head and mutter something about how beautiful you looked. Or that she loved you.
What happened to the reckless, sharp-tongued jerk she used to be? You had no idea.
Shauna, who made sure there were fresh flowers in the vase every single week. Who drove you to every doctorâs appointment, gripping your hand like each one was a matter of life and deathâeven if it was just a checkup.
When your belly grew, she rarely spoke to it. Instead, she played music for the baby, kissed your belly gently, rubbed it with careful hands. Sometimes at night, as the two of you drifted off, sheâd wrap herself around you and murmur into your neck:
âI love you. I love you both.â
And every time, it gave you a little shiver. Because yes, sheâd said those words before. But never like this. Never quite so often. Never with such quiet adoration and affection.
BIRTH...
Shauna wanted to be there for the birth. And for a moment, she was.
The doctor had looked at her with a kind of skepticism, like he already knew she'd end up leaving the delivery room before it was over. And, as it turned out, he was right.
You nearly crushed her hand during labor, and when she tried to offer some kind of support, you screamed at herâto get the fuck out and stop breathing down your neck. Fair enough, if you ask me.
She left, tail between her legs, only to camp out in the hallway for hours afterward. She told herself she would stay there, would be ready the moment her child entered the world. And though Shauna would never admit it aloud, inside, she was falling apart with worry.
Which was ridiculous, of course, there were no signs that anything was wrong with you or the baby.
Still, she sat on the floor by the wall, abandoning the hard plastic chairs after the first hour. Nurses kept telling her to come back in an hour, maybe two, but she just shook her head and refused to leave. She probably wouldnât have eaten anything the entire time if Lottie hadnât shown up with a bag of food and a quiet, steady presence beside her.
Youâd only ever seen Shauna cry three times. Once, during a brutal argument when you threatened to leave her, and she came back in tears, finally confessing everything sheâd bottled up inside. The second, when her father reached out after years of silence.
And now. When she held your child in her arms for the first time.
âShaunaâŠâ you murmured, too drained to say much else, offering a faint smile.
She shook her head. Her throat was too tight to speak, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
Later that day, she curled up beside you, whispering over and over how proud she was of you. How brave youâd been. How beautiful the baby was.
Shauna had never been so vulnerable before. Never quite like this.
FIRST MONTHS...
The very first thing Shauna did after the birth was buy a baby monitorâthe most advanced one she could find. She would sooner die than leave the child unwatched, unguarded, for even a moment.
You both had to figure out how to balance college life with parenthood. Sometimes youâd take turns staying home with the baby. Other times, one of you would bring the little one to class, and most people melted the moment they laid eyes on them.
Then there was the frat house.
Shauna had taken to proudly parading the baby there, like some living proof that you were bound together, that the two of you had made something real, something that would never go away. It was her way of showing the world that you were no longer available, that you had given her the most beautiful child on Earth.
The baby adored it. So many new faces, so much attention. Everyone brought giftsârattles, bibs, tiny onesies. Lottie outdid everyone with the most extravagant presents she could find. The frat house, once noisy and chaotic, gradually softened. It got cleaner, quieter. Cartoons replaced sports and video games on the laptop screen.
Shauna, who had quit smoking so the baby wouldnât have to breathe it in.
Shauna, who woke up nearly every time the baby cried in the middle of the night. And though she couldnât exactly help with the feeding, sheâd take over the second you were done.
âWeâve got this,â sheâd whisper, scooping the baby from your arms, now full and content and cooing softly. Sheâd lean down to kiss your forehead. âGo get some sleep, youâve got class in the morning.â
Youâd wrap your arms around her with a small sigh. It was exhausting, yes. Some days you felt like you might collapse into tears at any moment. But Shauna was doing everything just right.
Shauna, who once spotted a pair of baby pajamas in a flannel print that reminded her of her favorite shirt, and begged for them like a child herself. Of course she got her way.
Shauna, who often talked to the baby when she thought you couldnât hear, or when you were still asleep. Once the baby was a little older, sheâd carry them into the kitchen in the mornings, nestle them into a high chair, and cook breakfast to music. The little one would giggle uncontrollably at her faces and nonsense words, enchanted by sounds they didnât understand. Her apron read: Dad Of The Yearâworn with unapologetic pride.
âYou know youâre allowed to go to a party every once in a while,â you said once, sitting on the floor surrounded by building blocks. The babyâs chubby fingers clutched a toy that made all kinds of absurd noises.
âNo,â Shauna said simply, sitting down beside you.
âHey, buddy,â she cooed to the baby, who immediately tried to grab a handful of her hair.
âButââ
âI donât want to,â she shrugged, slipping an arm around you without another word.
Shauna, who after every gameâwin or loseâwould come running straight to you and the baby. Sheâd lean down and kiss the little oneâs forehead met by wide, curious brown eyes. The same as hers Then sheâd press her lips to your neck.
And just like that, the game score didnât matter that much.
Fratboy shauna beating the shit out of some creep who tried to feel up her girl at a party. R is pissed but more upset and shauna mauls the guy. When Shauna's done she takes reader out to cool off and gets kisses on her bloody knuckles.
â thatâs the way love goes || fratboy!shauna shipman x reader
a/n: I SWEAR, I WAS AIMING FOR A BLURB BUT I STARTED WRITING AND I COULDNâT STOP
summary: some creep is bothering you. naturally, your girlfriend smashes his face. hurt/comfort. girlfriend!shauna. modern college au.
warnings: alcohol, mentions of drugs. sexual assault. violence.
word count: about 1.9k
You had no idea where you lost your girlfriend. One second she was holding your hand, the next Lottie ran up to her, saying something about an emergency. You barely caught what it was about over the blaring music and the screams of other students, either high or drunk, stumbling around the frat house. Shauna only had time to lean in and press a kiss to your forehead, or at least something that was supposed to be a kiss. She quickly promised sheâd be right back and⊠that was the last you saw of her.
You figured it must have been something truly urgent, because Shauna would never leave you completely alone at a party. Especially not when most of your friends couldn't make it that day. Even worse, Nat wasnât at the entrance checking people in. Okay, maybe she was doing her job halfway, anyway. Maybe she wasnât always sober enough to properly control who came in. But sheâd never let some idiot walk through that door.
The house already reeked of weed and sweat. Everyoneâs breath stank of alcohol, while youâd been nursing the same drink for half an hour, wanting to stay relatively sober since your girlfriend wasnât around.
You leaned against a wall that gave you a perfect view of the main living room. From the corner of your eye, you watched a group playing beer pong all while scanning the room for Shauna. But there was no sign of her, or of any of her teammates. You frowned, swallowed the bitter alcohol that burned in your stomach, and sighed. You decided there was no point in trying to find her. The crowd was big, and you had no idea where she could be. Better to let her find you.
Nat would never have let someone like him get inside. And even though the guy who walked up to you didnât look like the typical creep that would send you running at first glance, you knew everything you needed to as soon as he spoke. You were dealing with the embodiment of a sleazy, disgusting jerk.
He was tall, wearing a stupid bandana tied around his forehead. He leaned next to you, pretending to be all casual, eyeing you like you were just a piece of meat he could use and stuff his dick inside. You turned your gaze away, trying to ignore him, still searching for Shauna, but it was impossible.
âHey,â he started, leaning in close. Way too close. âSorry for getting in your space,â he muttered straight into your ear. He reeked of alcohol. You wanted to move away, but you froze completely. You didnât look at him, just stared into the crowd, silently begging Shauna to magically appear.
âItâs kinda loud, so I wanted to make sure you hear me,â he chuckled, but you just clenched your jaw. Any idiot could see how uncomfortable you were. Any moron wouldâve noticed the tension in your body.
Turned out this creep was fucking dumber than the average idiot.
For a moment, you wanted to say something. Tell him to fuck off and leave you alone. The problem was that despite the crowd, you were alone. No familiar faces nearby, and the guy towered over you. He was probably stronger too.
And in this messed-up world, that meant he could do anything he wanted to you. So you decided that arguing with him could be risky. No matter how disgusting his breath was or how he was poisoning your personal space.
âI can hear you just fine,â you muttered, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. You downed your drink in one gulp, leaning back to set the glass on the nearest table.
You thought you could slip away somehow, but then his hand landed on your hip, and you froze again. Finally, you looked at him. A deep wave of discomfort rose in your chest, so strong that his touch felt like it was physically burning your skin.
He smiled at you in a way that made you bite the inside of your cheek until it bled.
"Hey, you're pretty," he started, and you werenât sure whether you were more pissed off at him or terrified of what he might do if you said the wrong thing. Not to mention that awful, crawling disgust under your skin, the kind that made you want to escape your own body.
"Maybe we could..." he smiled, and his other hand landed on your ass, pulling you closer. His fingers dug into your skin. The blood drained from your face. "Slip away somewhere? You're standing here all alone, you could use some fun, you know?."
He was still smiling, like it was all some game, while you were actively trying to get out of his grip. His hands were rough, large, uncomfortably warm. Nothing like your girlfriendâs hands.
"No..." your voice trembled from the flood of emotions. Your throat went dry. "I'm not interested." You said it carefully, trying to sound polite, just so you wouldn't provoke him. As if that even counted as provocation.
His grip tightened as you desperately tried to slip away. His fingers pushed unpleasantly under the fabric of your top. You saw his smile flicker and fade, and you realized youâd pissed him off anyway.
"Donât be a fucking bitch," he spat. His tone had completely changed. Where before heâd tried to sound vaguely charming, now it dripped with venom. With an unspoken decision that he wasnât letting go that easily. "Itâs not like youâll get a better offer, anyway."
"I have a girlfriend," you said, trying to brace yourself against his shoulders to push him away, but he was stronger. Panic surged in you, but the people around didnât seem to notice. Too drunk, too caught up in their own chaos. The music was too loud.
"Exactly why you need a real man," he sneered, and his hand started to move dangerously close between your legs.
Shauna burst in like she was on fire, shoving herself between the two of you with such force that you nearly stumbled backward. She immediately pushed the guy, slamming him against the wall. Relief washed over you in a sudden, overwhelming wave, and you instinctively reached out to take your girlfriendâs hand, but she had no intention of letting this slide. Because absolutely no one, especially not some rat like him, was going to touch you like that.
"Get your dirty hands off her," she growled. She was practically boiling. It didnât take much to piss Shauna off. But it took a little more to drive her into full-blown rage.
"Hey, listen..." the guy raised his hands in mock defense, like he hadnât just been groping you in the middle of a party. He might have been big, but Shauna had been going to gym for months now, and she had every reason to be proud of what she could do now with those muscles.
He didnât get a chance to finish his sentence, because the first punch landed squarely on his face. You werenât sure, but there was a good chance you heard the crack of a breaking bone. The guy slumped heavily against the wall, blood spilling down, dripping onto the floor. The crowd finally took notice of what was happeningâsomeone turned the music off, someone else stepped back.
The room got ten times quieter. You could hear Shaunaâs ragged breathing and the guy's groans as he wiped at the blood. You stood frozen, watching the scene unfold in front of you. You had seen Shauna beat someone up onceâ at a game, after someone from her team got fouled.
But that incident? That was nothing compared to what was happening right now.
The guy pushed off the wall and, likely running on adrenaline, threw a punch that hit Shauna in the jaw. She hissed softly but immediately grabbed him at the waist, slamming him back against the wall. She growled and punched him squarely in the nose. More blood gushed out, and he spat some of it onto the floor. He tried to push her away, but it was pointless, Shaunaâs knee landed straight in his crotch. He groaned in pain, trying to curl in on himself, but Shauna wouldnât let him.
âTouch her again,â she hissed. Her hand grabbed his already battered jaw. A bruise was forming on her own. âAnd Iâll hang you by your damn balls, you understand?â
Only now did it hit you: you should pull her off him. You spotted Lottie and Nat pushing their way through the crowd, rushing to stop the massacre.
But it wasnât necessary, because as soon as you took a step forward, Shauna looked at you. Her gaze softened, and it dawned on her she needed to make sure you were okay. Before walking away, she delivered one last punch to the guyâs gut. He retched and collapsed to his knees, curling up on the floor. He was reduced to a mess of blood, bruises, and tears that flowed uncontrollably.
You couldnât bring yourself to feel sorry for him. Not when you remembered how his touch burned your skin, how his fingers dug into your ass and started moving between your legs, even as you tried to get away.
Shauna, breathing heavily, looked around.
âShowâs over,â she muttered, still brimming with fury. Her steps were quick and heavy, but when she grabbed your hand, the grip was... almost gentle. She intertwined your fingers with hers and, with a tenderness that was hard to grasp after what youâd just witnessed, led you out of the crowd.
She pushed the front door open and suddenly you were away from everything and everyone. Under your fingers, you felt the sticky warmth of blood on her knuckles. The cold air hit you and only then did you realize how overheated you were. The night was warm, but your body shook with chills. Or maybe it wasnât the cold. Maybe the adrenaline was just leaving your system.
Shauna stopped in the middle of the sidewalk when you froze halfway to her car. She looked at you, frowning, and when she saw you trembling, she quickly shrugged off her flannel.
She helped you put it on, and you were immediately surrounded by her scent. That familiar cologne mixed with something sweeter. She even buttoned a few buttons to make sure you were warm. Her hands were trembling, probably from crushing the guy who assaulted you.
She exhaled. For a moment, it was quietâ neither of you said a word. Until the tears came to your eyes. Tears of disgust, maybe fear, that you had felt despite yourself when he touched you.
âShh, hush,â she whispered and next second you were in her arms. She wrapped you up like the warmest blanket, and your body shook with sobs. One hand circled your waist while the other gently untangled your clenched fists. Her lips were pressed gently to your forehead, planting soft kisses. âYouâre safe now. Iâm here.â
Her voice was gentle. Shauna had always been gentle with you, especially now.
âIâm sorry. I shouldâve been there with you,â she sighed, holding you tighter. You rested your head on her collarbone, your arms wrapping around her, keeping her close. The sobbing slowly eased, leaving only a flushed face, puffy eyes, and a dry mouth.
âItâs not your fault,â you whispered, and Shauna let out a low hum in response. The kind that told you sheâd still blame herself deep down for what happened.
âI couldâve killed that dipshit,â she muttered, pulling back slightly to wipe your tears. âI wouldâve done the whole world a favor.â
You laughed softly, and her thumbs paused on your cheeks, holding your face gently. She smiled a little, though worry still played behind her dark eyes. A warm kiss landed on your nose. Then your cheek. Your temple.
âMine,â she murmured quietly, and you exhaled. You didnât exactly feel fine yet, but you did feel safer. Now that Shauna was here, touching you with the respect that creep could never understand.
Flannel rustled quietly as you reached out to hold her hands. Shauna looked at you, tilting her head slightly as you brought each bloodied knuckle to your lips and kissed it.
âBaby...â she sighed softly, and judging by her expression, she was melting, though she'd never admit it.
âI love you,â you said simply, kissing the last knuckle. The blood smeared on your lips, but you couldnât bring yourself to care. Not in that moment. Not when her eyes met yours, and the sincerity in them hit you so hard it nearly knocked you over. Her hands settled on your hips, pulling you close again. You felt her lips, warm and gentle, leave a trail of kisses across your face.
âI love you too.â
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