like after getting stronger out in the wilderness she likes manhandling reader and she is obsessed in seeing the size difference when having sex……. just a thought………
𐐪 shauna s. + reader.
ᰔ warnings: afab!reader. buff!shauna. heavy size kink. f!masturbation. fingering. brief voyeurism. mention of pervy!shauna ⤿ fork found in kitchen. dry humping. tribbing/scissoring. oral ⤿ cunnilingus.
shauna, whose figure compared to yours makes you drool. although you don’t realize at first how stocky she’s got during your permanence in the wilderness; it truly catches you by surprise! but unlike you, shauna does notice the size difference increasing between your bodies, and as a matter of fact, she enjoys quite a lot.
masturbating while shauna isn’t around & realizing that your own fingers aren’t enough anymore for you to get off :((. twisting your digits on your poor clit, throbbing for shauna to get back to you as soon as possible. you’re so fucking wet for someone that you aren’t physically able to see and it drives you insane. your slick pools down to your ass on your sleeping bag, you try to stuff three of your fingers inside your core and yet, it isn’t quite enough for you to properly cum!!! you just wish shauna would come & fuck you like you deserve, so she could massage your clit and simultaneously, stretch your hole with two (or more likely one because holy shit.) of her thick fingers.
pervy!shauna who’s actually been spying on you, so she could watch you attempt to get off without her….?
shauna who makes you sit on her lap whenever you make out. she lovesss the way your thighs, smaller than hers in comparison (though, realistically speaking, what of yours isn’t smaller than hers?), wrap around her waist. shauna grabbing you by the hips, seeing how her hands circle the whole of your waist easily. her palms flatten to soothe your back and gradually move up to your shoulders, wrapping the muscles of her biceps around your neck. shauna who lets you grind against her thigh as she holds you…..nghhh. i just know she’d taunt you for how ‘helpless’ you look to her eye as your clit bumps against her muscly groin.
tribbing with shauna, who’s obsessed with how her folds envelop yours effortlessly!!!
and given the sheer of wetness your cunt leaks, it isn’t hard to even perceive as a position. though, with shauna doing all the work for you, nothing’s truly impossible!! she takes advantage of her strength to have you roaming as she settles in between your legs. one of her strong hands comes to give a last brush to your soaked clit (shauna spitting on your pussy…), before it can shift to grip the upper thigh of yours to fix the setting.
“bet you’re gonna like this.” she mumbles, mostly to prove herself of her point.
as soon as her clit catches against yours, you feel yourself on the verge of crying out loud. it is that simple because shauna’s clit is definitely big enough for you to see literal stars!! her hips rut against yours roughly, her whole cunt envelopes yours to the point that, whenever your eye falls on it, you can't even see your clit anymore. shauna doesn't make love as much as she fucks, hence why her pace brutally keeps you on track and makes you cum with a squeal (shauna with a big clit....shauna whose clit ‘casually’ slips inside....actually, shauna who attempts to slip her clit within your entrance on purpose!!!).
shauna who loooves gripping at your hips, her thoughts consisting in comparing her size to yours; you aren't even small by any means, she's just that built, and you both love it. shauna who likes when you wear her clothes, seeing how they barely- don’t fit you at all, it gets her soo pent up to the point that she grabs you by your arm and fucks you to the nearest surface.
and that leads us to: shauna who could spend days & miles in between your legs, all while she (go figure) grabs at your hips/thighs!! using her tongue to fully explore every inch of your cunt and taking advantage in sucking on your clit, wrapping her puffy lips around the bud and making you squirm. her hands travel from below to your tits, cupping the flesh roughly as she works up your pussy. looking up at you with enchanting yet empty dark eyes, her own noises fly straight to your cunt and, consequently, to crawl up your spine underneath the form of chills.
**very short but im sooo busy rn n this was all i could put on the table :((( i promise better stuff will come!!
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in which…you make a new life for yourself after being rescued, but that doesn’t stop your ex from finding you.
before you read…18+. nsfw. smut!!!! shauna shipman being shauna shipman. did i mention gay sex. everything is morally grey. wc 3.8k.
no one came to visit you. not friends, not family, just an occasional deer and fox that leave their friendly marks on the dirt surrounding your home, always near the blooming june flowers.
though, you couldn’t say they were the ones who left a beat-up cardboard box on your porch.
you had yet to touch it, because that had meant bringing it inside, opening it, and seeing whatever the fuck it was.
and nothing about an anonymous delivery with no return address, at your cabin in the middle of the damn woods, screams good news.
especially when you’ve done your best to remain off the grid, and away from everyone that once knew you. those girls most importantly. what happened out there, stayed out there; that’s what she told you.
the words that left shauna shipman’s mouth after you were rambling in your hospital bed that you do like her—like like her—your heartbroken self trying to keep what you two had before they found you.
the long romantic nights in your shared hut, whether that meant physical or simply holding her after she was comfortable enough to cry to you.
that wasn’t often, shauna feared vulnerability.
you guess that’s why she couldn’t face her feelings for you when there was a such thing as being in the public eye. why she kept whatever she still felt for you, a secret.
you, her secret.
drunken sleepovers that made her feel alive again. locking you in the bedroom of some rando’s party. parking at the beach at night when it was just you and her and the water and the moon.
that didn’t last. she had jeff, and you had no one, just the weight of feeling like a burden.
you had moved away quietly just a year ago. not a word was said to anyone because they would just try to talk you out of it. thinking it was some fucked up response to your trauma, moving to a remote location, your only neighbors being the trees and passing animals.
maybe it was, or maybe it was just a cheap buy and a desperate urge to get away from everything.
although, that didn’t mean you could truly leave the past, in the past.
you get up from your dining chair, no longer able to occupy yourself with the latest flashy magazine you picked up in town, forcing yourself to walk to your front door.
you open it, and the wind chimes hung on your porch greet you, the metal echoing while the sun sets over the cabin. the package is still sitting at the top of the steps, taunting you.
before you step outside, your eyes scan the area, from the tall vibrant green trees around your home, to whoever could be stalking behind them. there’s no one and nothing, so you push the screen door, the warm breeze hugging you when you walk over and grab the box, not wasting time to get back inside.
you bring it to the table, using a dull knife to cut through the messy tape, a scowl on your face at the idea of something gross being inside.
luckily, it’s not.
it’s a vhs tape, no note, no other random object in the box, just that alone. eerie, and oddly intriguing. you slowly walk to the room over, kneeling before the boxed tv that’s currently on a broadcast of an old game show. the laughter from the speakers cuts off when you switch the channel, inserting the tape into the player beside you.
you should be more hesitant, more worried, but you were now way too fucking curious. the screen is static at first, then plain darkness with muffled voices.
that goes on for nearly a minute before the camera is seemingly tossed on a mattress, facing a wall.
shauna’s wall, her bedroom, and her voice in the background. then, she emerges in the frame, laying back on her bed with her elbows propping her up.
she wears a toothy grin and eyes something off-camera like she’s looking at meat. then you hear yourself.
“why would you fucking invite him?”
you sound pissed, and shauna seems to take enjoyment in it, still smiling like an asshole. typical.
“jeff literally passes out before the family guy theme song ends, chill.”
you turn the volume up, the approaching night causing the temperature to drop and the breeze to pick up, the wind chimes growing louder outside your windows.
“yeah, okay,” you laugh dryly, “i should’ve just gone out with natalie instead of this bullshit.”
“you still can, you know? i mean you’re fucking dressed for it.”
the smile had dropped from shauna’s face the moment you mentioned the other yellowjacket, her dark eyes seemingly scanning your figure still away from the camera, while the angered words spewed from her pink lips.
it goes silent. almost like the camera had broken, and didn’t pick up any audio.
you shift uncomfortably, noticing the way her pixelated face softens and she frowns with a pout. the switch; what she pulled in every argument that got you to shut up when you locked eyes with her doe ones. you predict the next words that leave her lips.
“i’m sorry, okay? c’mere…”
she was always sorry. always for a different reason, and you never once questioned her if she ever truly was; you liked to believe so. you feel pity for yourself, watching you emerge into frame, in that fucking dress she had gifted you.
it was a mint green with tiny white flowers—one that seemed familiar as if you’d seen it in her closet. though, shauna had never worn it.
you stood before her, and shauna dramatically pouted, her palm on the back of your thigh, pulling you into her lap and slipping beneath the material of the dress.
shauna wanted you to see this. to see her hands traveling on the sacred parts of your body and her mouth on your neck; eyes locking momentarily with the camera lenses. you hate her. she’s not here, and you haven’t seen her in so fucking long, but you swear you hate her.
you hit stop on the vhs player, the television screen now blue and reflecting off of your flustered face.
you didn’t need to watch it to remember it. that sleepover took place once your therapy started working and your family stopped coddling you so damn much. things had gone back to a somewhat normal and you thought one night with shauna would be fine. good, even.
you hadn’t known that making out with her until jeff showed up with a pizza, would lead to an argument that would cause you both to stop talking to each other.
you’d bring up her worst habits; like cheating when you could just fucking be together, and she’d say the meanest shit to you to get a reaction, and remove the burning spotlight from herself.
how could she ever date someone as pathetic as you? as boring? you didn’t answer her when she asked that.
she had ended it her hot headed rant with ‘you aren’t special.’
the words that were drilled into your head until the weeks passed and you left her, and that town, behind.
and out of everyone, shauna fucking shipman was the first to find you.
it hits you at once, she came here and you didn’t even notice.
the goosebumps rise on your skin, the metal of the wind chimes clinging with a force. your head turns immediately, eyes peering into the darkness that's outside your windows.
you’re not as pathetic as she thinks.
you get up, walking with hurried steps to your dimly lit room, though you don’t need the warm lamp beside your bed to see beneath it. you know exactly where it is, the shotgun you purchased not even a week of living out here. surely not the safest spot but easy access.
you bend down and grab it, not yet adjusting the safety as you follow your footsteps back to where the tv is still blue, turning and heading towards the door. you turn the porch light on, and exit the home, keeping the weapon pointed while you study your surroundings.
you think you should shout something; especially when a branch snaps to the left of your porch, but you remain mute. you even take a few steps forward, and down the stairs, holding a hardened face and scanning the forest with the gun.
a minute passes, and then two, and nothing greets you. not a scared deer or a protective mother bear or a terrorizing shauna shipman.
the nerves in your system don’t settle, and you nervously turn back around and rush into your small home; where the television screen is no longer blue, and playing the fucking homemade movie.
you don’t let the scene play out, briefly catching a glimpse of her mouth attacking your neck before you unplug the television completely, leaving the screen foggy and dark, with the shadow of two figures reflecting in it.
“that’s lame—you were just getting to the good part.”
you hear her before you see her. part of you doesn’t even want to turn around and face her, to acknowledge shauna is here and not in your nightmares and dreams. you don’t lower your gun, if anything you keep it lined with her chest when you do force yourself to look at her.
“what the fuck are you doing here?”
“i missed you?” shauna says so casually, as if the tension in the cabin was one-sided, or nonexistent completely. she doesn’t even care that you’re pointing a weapon at her—she knows you wouldn’t use it—and she moves away from the door, taking a seat on the couch. legs spread and eyes locked on you.
shauna doesn’t look much different from the last day you saw her; maybe with less makeup and longer hair. she ditched her light clothes for a dark long sleeve and pants similar in shade, and heavy boots rather than the flats jeff likes seeing her wear. she notices the steady trail of your eyes, leaning back in the cushion.
“you don’t think it’s like…stockholm-y to be out here?”
“i like it.”
her mouth opens, then shuts, a hummed laugh.
“yeah,” she mumbles, “i bet you do.”
you bite your tongue, and there’s a beat of silence.
“must be nice,” shauna speaks quietly, daring to remove her eyes from you to inspect your home, fingertips trailing the arm of the couch, “to just…leave.”
“didn’t really feel welcomed back at home,” you mutter, and it’s not rocket science to figure out you’re talking about her, not the occasional judgmental eyes or unwanted sympathy you received at the mall.
she ignores the passive aggressive comment, narrowing her gaze, “you left me behind…so fucking easy for you, too.”
shauna earns a short chuckle from yourself; because you couldn’t help but find it hilarious that she’s somehow the victim here. the narrative that she’s your precious lover that you left in the dust with a smile—when you cried to yourself the first damn night you were miles away.
“that what you came out here for?” you ask, lowering your gun until it points to the scratched-up wood floor, “to throw a pity party?”
“i deserve it after what you did to me,” shauna mutters, making your jaw slightly drop at the sheer audacity shipman had. you couldn’t say you were the best girlfriend, but holy fuck.
sure, you’d blame the shit that happened out there, solely on her, like you weren’t stood firmly by her side when she insisted on staying in the woods. and yeah, she’d beg to see you because you were the only one that understood her, and you’d ignore her calls and keep your door locked when she showed up unexpectedly.
but, shauna was worse. that’s what you tell yourself.
you shake your head, and point your finger, “i did you a favor by fuckin’ leaving—a-and you have him.”
“i never wanted him and you out of everyone know that.”
shauna gets up now, and her height doesn’t play a factor in how she seems to tower you. that’s just her when she got like this; pissed.
“i needed you,” her voice raises, stepping around the coffee table before her, but not yet closer to you. she’s being smart about this—catching her emotions bleed through her tone and gulping, blinking fast.
she pays no mind to the pain ripping through her chest, resisting the urge to scream how fucking badly losing you had hurt, and how selfish you are for not caring. you expect the switch, and her demeanor does indeed shift, but it’s not the kind eyes and light voice.
she slowly walks over, a hint of a grin on her face, watching you dare to raise the shotgun at her. you can only shuffle in place nervously when she’s right in front of you, pressing herself into the barrel.
“think you can do it?” she teases, testing you despite knowing the outcome.
“i just want you to leave, shauna—and not fucking come back,” you tell her, voice wavering and your stare trailing to the center of her chest, where your gun rests. you don’t even sound convincing to yourself.
“think you want a little more than that.”
her hand finds the top of the gun, gripping it at once, observing the way your pretty lips frown while the weapon sways. she truly did miss this.
how not only was it the fear that coursed through you, it was excitement. a quick widening of your eyes as they begin to mirror her darkened ones, letting her take full control of the gun now.
it’s why you connected with shauna shipman in the first place. you’re not that different.
the shotgun is now pointed at you, her head tilting to your kitchen. she demands, “walk.”
you obey. with soft steps, your feet carry you to the room over, barely making it in the archway before you felt the cool metal pressing into your backside, into the thin material of your lavender nightgown.
she pushes you to the small brown dining table in the middle of the room, though the weapon was more so encouragement than force. you bend over the surface without her having to ask, your face tilted sideways on the wood grain.
shauna is already high on euphoria at how easily you let go of any personal fucking ‘morals’ you claim to have, giving yourself up for her the way people do to their beloved gods. as if you never even parted ways. if only. she thinks she’d have somehow gotten you pregnant by now, had she continued to have access to you.
you’re just so beautiful, she thinks, putting the gun beside your head, gently stroking the side of your temple with her thumb. she only sees you in photos now, or envisions the common scowl on your face mid argument. but you like this, waiting for her, yearning for her; fucking angelic.
shauna roughly pushes your nightgown up, pulling down your underwear, nearly drooling at the sight. the plus side about you being out here, meant you were alone—no one to feel you in the ways she pictures before bed.
“you know,” she begins, holding back a laugh at the way you huff to yourself, already so damn eager for her, “i told you i missed you…you didn’t say shit back.”
you don’t respond, nearly twitching the moment her fingers find their way between your thighs, trailing up the skin, and to the most sensitive part.
you sigh, two fingers rubbing precisely in a circular motion with ease; your underwear had grown damp moments ago. another thing so easy for shauna.
“and that’s weird—because…” she leans over you, her hips pressing against your own while her weight is on your back.
her fingers suddenly leave your clit, swiping against your pussy, and she holds her hand up, just inches from your face. she’s forcing you to watch it glisten.
she tries to humiliate you, snickering, “seems like you do.”
shauna doesn’t expect you to grab her wrist, pull her closer, and wrap your lips around her fingertips, pushing your head down upon them. she gulps, a raspy ‘fuck,’ muttered near your ear—before she suddenly bites it, and reconnects her hand to your cunt.
you gasp when she wastes no more time, entering two fingers still coated with your spit inside of you, moving them as if she’s trying to remember what you felt like. you’re squeezing her, groaning her name, and shauna can confirm this is what heaven is.
not fucking pure white clouds and a golden gate like jeff’s parents insist to her—it’s your warmth. in every way that had meant.
she slowly pulls out, both of you exhaling, before she starts to pump them into you.
her wrist is angled in the most perfect way, that her index finger is prodding at that soft and special spot inside you; the lonely cabin filled with the lewd sounds of her fucking you and ragged breaths.
your heavy eyelids are focused on the gun in front of your face, shauna’s hand still on it while her other one is roughly working below your waist. you have to stretch your arms over to the edge of the table, attempting to stop sliding with each thrust—not from her fingers, but rather her pelvis pushing into your ass.
“say it,” she breathes, “tell me you missed me.”
again, you ignore her, only paying attention to the way she was fucking you with no mercy.
her hand frees from the weapon to the base of your neck; a delicate hold with a careful squeeze.
you groan, “i did—i did, shauna.”
she smiles with cocky satisfaction, before occupying her lips on the backside of your shoulder, sinking her teeth into you in sync with her fingers.
you’re clenching around her now; shauna moaning into your flesh at the sensation, slowing down her movements to really feel you.
you’re so close, you weakly try to hump her hand, to increase the speed she’s suddenly lacking. shauna laughs at you this time because you’re too intoxicated on her to care.
“missed you real fuckin’ bad.”
the words leave your mouth like a hushed sin, raw and honest, and probably something you’ll regret once you come down from this high. shauna is fucking thriving.
“should’ve come sooner,” she says, picking up her pace, earning the most heavenly cry from you when she pushes her fingers deep and presses hard. “you just looked so peaceful out here…all alone.”
your blurry vision, somewhat steadies, back onto the gun, replaying what she had just told you again in your head. but it’s too late, your mind goes fuzzy and your legs go limp, whimpering her name when she brings you to that sweet edge.
“c’mon,” she whispers from behind you, “fucking give it to me.”
you feel her fingers slide out of you, focusing once again on your clit, rubbing harsh and sloppy circles that make you see stars. shauna could never forget your body, or how to treat it, it’s her favorite place.
her hips continue to grind into you, teeth nipping at the back of your neck, tickling a sweet spot while you tremble head to toe.
“ssshauna.”
it comes out a very bleak warning, shauna humming but not letting up between your legs. you swear the table she has you bent over will have your nail marks in it, scratching down the surface, shutting your eyes while her hand tightly clutches your throat.
she pulls you up—you can hardly even stand—her grip from nearly choking you is keeping you from collapsing. you’re leaning your weight on her body, still trapped between her and the table, the woman now silent as she brought you to another orgasm.
and it happens fast…for the both of you. shauna couldn’t help it, you felt too perfect squirming against her, and you use her name like your only prayer—she missed this way too damn much.
she has to taste you. she earned it, after all.
with a long trailed stroke on your pussy, she brings her fingers to her salivating mouth, sucking on them and not wasting a single drop of you. her eyes shut in bliss, wishing this could last forever.
then, she snuggles her head into the crook of your neck, an innocent kiss compared to what she had just done.
for a few minutes, the cabin is still, and shauna holds you while you both come down from your high. that is, until you slip from her arms, tugging your underwear back up and fixing your nightgown. her fixated stare doesn’t leave you, and you turn around to meet it.
“…you knew i was here.”
shauna blinks at you, walking away, opening one of the cabinets in the kitchen. she grabs a glass cup, conveniently knowing where they were located, and fills it at the sink.
“i mean, i’m here, aren’t i?”
you bite your tongue, your eyes not leaving hers while she gulps the water down. the faulty wiring in the old cabin makes itself known, the lights flickering once more, a heavy gust of the night breeze flowing through the windows.
“shau—” “how about i run you a bath? with those bubbles you like, hm?”
you don’t get the chance to reply, subtly flinching when she hits the glass on the counter to set it down. with a soft smile, she walks toward you, halting her steps to kiss the apple of your cheek. you start to turn your head, and she grips your chin, tilting your jaw to her.
you’re upset, she knows this, you get stubborn.
deep down, you won’t admit why, but shauna doesn’t need a verbal confirmation from you. she hears you, crying out her name in the darkness of your bedroom, windows open like it was a fucking beckoning.
keeping old polaroids of you together on your nightstand to hold when you needed her. because no matter how many times you scream and shout that you hate shauna shipman—you love her so much more—so deeply and there’s simply no way you could ever stop.
you know what she’s capable of, the sick shit that happened in those woods that she fucking loved. you’ve seen her at her worst and her cruelest and you don’t care.
you’re upset shauna hadn’t made her presence known sooner.
you close your eyes when shauna kisses you, your fists balling around the fabric of her black shirt. it’s not rushed, not at all messy, shauna’s mouth is practically eating yours with a slow hungry passion.
it transports you to the past, and for a moment, there is no bad. not even the kind that you accepted and tolerated and took depraved amusement in. it’s just two people that love each other for who they are, no matter what.
the world unpauses when her tongue stops moving with yours.
shauna pulls away, and continues to the bathroom, walking down the hall and glancing back at you, waiting for you to follow.
a/n: i can’t believe this is the first time im writing for my girls! here’s a shorter smau to dip my toe into yj writing, hope you enjoy. (missing some of the yellowjackets, i 💗 mari and akilah but struggle to write for them)
tags: jealousy, a bit of possessive stuff! shauna and tai are kind of toxic, not much to put here other than it’s both angst and fluff, reader is a bit of a rage baiter i’m sorry 💗
synopsis : shauna won't let the wilderness consume you.
word count : 1.3k words.
— tags & warnings : contains cursing, fluff, a bit of angst (?), hurt/comfort, shauna's protective asf, jackie taylor mentioned (she haunts everyone's narrative ok), lottie matthews mentioned, melissa hat mentioned.
You were sure you were going crazy.
Maybe it was the time that seemed to pass by as you all continued to be stuck in the Wilderness, the realization slowly creeping up to each and every one of you that help isn't going to come for you all.
Or maybe it was the fact that you were currently playing tea that was definitely drugged with shrooms with Lottie freaking Matthews.
Sure, it was crazy to believe her — or how you knew Shauna would not be happy that you were with the person she disliked, but can she blame you for wanting to believe that all of this is happening for a goddamn reason?
Things hadn't been great between the two of you — not since you caught Melissa spending time with her alone not that far from the camp. You were pissed with the blonde, for not having a goddamn sense of girl code in her brain, not understanding that Shauna was definitely off limits for her, and every one of the girls back at camp.
But you were more pissed than Shauna — pissed being an understatement. She knew what she was doing, by letting Melissa leech onto her back — yet she didn't even say a word that resulted in the both of you fighting when you both got back to your shared hut.
Words were thrown back and forth, both of your voices getting louder as the two of you fought. You didn't even care if the others heard what the two of you were saying, you were fucking pissed at her for letting Melissa close too much for your liking.
"Are you with me?"
Lottie's gentle voice pulled you back from the harsh reality, sitting opposite from hers as you nodded, the warm cup of tea warm against your palm as you kept a small smile.
"Sorry, just... got distracted about something." you spoke, looking around the trees that loomed over the both of you, turning your gaze back at Lottie.
"Are you sure this is like.. part of It?" you mumbled, still unsure as Lottie's warm hands placed themselves on top of yours.
"It is," she murmured. "To know what you've been seeing, we have to connect to It." she murmured, which you only nodded to, looking down on the tea that she had prepared for the two of you in advance.
You had come to the brunette asking for advice, wanting to know what the hell was happening to you — why you've been hearing distant voices deep in the woods, or why the voices seemed to lure you through the trees.
Of course you didn't tell your girlfriend. How could you? You were a hundred percent sure Shauna would never believe you at all. You knew she was never the person to believe of It — not that you were also a firm believer, but of what was happening to you? You were slowly starting to realize there was something more about the forest you had all been living in for the past months.
"It's voices." you started, taking a deep breath as you continued to speak. "I've been hearing... voices — deep in here, the woods." you motioned around, "I talked with Akilah about it, she told me... you could help me." you muttered as your eyes met Lottie's brown orbs, a quiet smile slowly starting to lift on the corners of her mouth.
"I'll try," she spoke, looking at you. "Drink it," she gently encouraged, slowly pressing the cup against your lips as you slowly sipped the tea, tasting the bitter taste due to the shrooms.
Gradually, the shrooms starting to hit you as your vision slowly swarmed, closing your eyes as you opened them again, the trees around you starting to deliberately swirl around as your gaze focused at Lottie's voice.
"That's it," she murmured, carefully removing the cup in your hands. "Let It whisper," as she slowly guided you to rest on her lap, the trees swaying through the wind that seemed to whisper incoherent things through your ear-hundreds of voices you couldn't understand.
Your eyes were dazed, fingers clutched through the dirt of the forest floor as you tried your best to make sense of whatever the forest seemed to whisper through you, gasping for air as your brows furrowed.
"Talk to me," she gently whispered, hands curling against your cheek enough to ground you, but not enough to pull you back from the state you were in.
"Do you hear It? What are they whispering?" Before you could respond to Lottie, frantic footsteps were closing on the two of you, rushing towards the clearing that revealed none other than Shauna, eyes burning with anger as she immediately tackled Lottie on the ground, gripping her shirt.
"What the fuck did you do!" Shauna spoke, eyes frantically searching before it landed on you, still dazed on the ground.
"What the fuck did you do to her!" Lottie, despite being on the verge of getting beaten up once again, seemed calm as she looked up at Shauna. "
She needs guidance, Shauna. She's been hearing It, things none of us can understand—"
"You don't fucking touch her!" Shauna said, gripping her tighter as her eyes burned with anger. "Don't you fucking touch her, Lottie!" she screamed, about to throw hands when she heard you gasping for air.
"Shauna—" you gasped, weakly clutching against the patched, dried grass as you couldn't bear the migraine starting through you. "Shauna!" you screamed, face contorting in pain as Shauna looked, time seemingly stopped.
Shauna stared at your form still laying on the ground - her heart sinking from her chest as a familiar person stood not that far from you, staring through her.
"You can't save her, Shipman." the familiar, honeyed voice spoke as she stared at Shauna. "You couldn't even bother yourself to save me, what makes her different?"
She knew that. She goddamn knew that.
The snow, how it fell through the cabin as Jackie's death loomed over them all — a reminder of how Shauna couldn't save the person she cared for.
But Shauna knew you were different.
You pushed back the feeling of being scared in those times she distanced herself from everyone, her responses being short, snappy, and almost rude everytime someone tried to talk to her. The girls knew she needed space, especially after having to bury her baby through the snow.
You filled up the void that absolutely crept its ways through her bones — and you made it something close to a home.
She knew you couldn't fill the void that had opened after losing Jackie and her baby, but you made her feel like she wasn't entirely made up from rage.
And that was what mattered to her more than anything.
She immediately rushed to you, hooking an arm to your neck to slightly lift you up as you felt like you were slowly sinking underwater — having the chance to breathe as soon as you felt her arms wrapped towards you.
"Don't close your eyes—" she barked, checking you frantically as you immediately nodded, trying your hardest not to panic and to not lose consciousness.
"You're fucking crazy," she whispered as she pulled you closer,
"I can't fucking believe you're believing Lottie." she said, voice harsh as she looked at you.
There were things Shauna learned to understand at being stranded in the Wilderness, one was you can go crazy from being stuck here, and two?
