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waiting for something that's not coming

I love love love your writing. Can you do one where reader gets the queen and Nat has to decide whether to continue on with the plan or help reader ? Or something like that

synopsis. you pull the queen card.

pairing: natalie scatorccio x gn!reader

genre: angst. 

wc: 1,256

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this is a tough one. but not really. you'd definitely be in on the plan and a bit worried for nat because you know shauna's gonna interrogate the fuck out of you when she finds out nat is missing after the hunt. you weren't, however, in on the rigging that taivan did.

of course, both you and nat were terrified when shauna suggested the hunt in the first place. your safety was the first concern on her mind. she didn't wanna participate in it. she was out. you were out. but no one can change shauna shipman's mind.

she could barely sleep the night before. both due to how nervous she was and because she stayed up half the night comforting your own anxieties about it. she kissed your face and held your body until she felt it relax, leaning over ever so slightly to confirm you were asleep before she used your arm to calm herself down by running her thumb in circles repeatedly. the only thing that her mind could think of was the scenario of you picking the card. she doesn't know how long she lay there, thinking about tomorrow morning's hunt, but when she closes her eyes to rest, she can hear birds chirping.

it seems like she only got a few hours at most.

she wakes up to you shaking her shoulder, already dressed and holding her clothes with a bleak look. both of you are silent as you help her get dressed, and you don't speak until shauna comes around to everyone's huts and tells them it's time.

"good luck." you whisper, leaning in to kiss her. it's hard to pull away. you don't think you want to. both of you give each other small smiles when you pull back, and you nod at her after dusting yourself off. "let's go."

"let's go." she repeats, taking your hand and walking out of the hut alongside you.

you mutter "shit" under your breath as you see the white blanket of snow covering the ground and the huts. you knew it snowed but, fuck, it looks horrible out here.

nat huddles closer to you as you shuffle through the snow and over to where the girls are. you pick up on how van seems to play with the cards nervously. you give her a small smile as you pass, nodding at her as you get in line next to nat, maybe a little too closely for comfort.

hannah's next to you, and you feel a little awkward being beside her after she practically raided your girlfriend's hut the other day.

"sh-should i...?" van blinks rapidly, looking at shauna.

"you can start." she nods at van.

you roll your shoulders back as you look around the circle of your teammates, gulping nervously as all their tense energy wafts toward you.

not lottie though. as you glance at her, there's excitement on her face. almost reminiscent of how she'd look before a big game, smirking at the opponents as you all shook hands with them.

when you look back at nat, you can see misty out of the corner of your eye picking her card.

it's a ten of hearts. she's safe.

you don't miss the way shauna rolls her eyes slightly. it almost makes you break out into a smile.

misty and van switch, and van ends up pulling the 9 of diamonds.

you hold your breath and stand up straighter when misty moves to nat. you begin to pray to anything. to whatever god is up there, to whatever wilderness being is here with you all, to protect nat. let her be safe.

please, please, please, please, you whisper in your head.

you miss the way shauna eyes taissa.

natalie pulls an ace.

your shoulders relax and you smile at nat after she turns to you, and she's also giving you a small smile.

before you can reach for the deck, shauna's shoving her way between you and nat. she stares straight ahead, not looking at anyone.

"shauna, you don't need to take any extra risk. you can go back to your spot." taissa says assertively, but you can detect a bit of panic on her hard stare.

"misty, keep going." shauna bobs her head, moving a piece of hair from her face.

you glare at her and get back in line, watching with a scowl as she picks two of clubs. that was supposed to be your card.

fear settles deep inside your belly, and you can feel tears prickle. your mouth forms a straight line as you try to keep it all in, try to tell yourself that you'll be fine, but you don't quite believe yourself.

when you look at van, it doesn't help ease your worries at all. makes them worse actually. her teary blue eyes make your blood run cold, and a shaky breath escapes you as misty steps in front of you.

you clench your jaw as you pick. you don't even look because deep down you know. you can feel it. you hope and pray that you're wrong, but when you hear natalie's choked breath as you show your card, you know what you picked.

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thinking of locking eyes with a very nearly sobbing nat, nodding at her as if to say "it's okay." but you're still fucking terrified. you don't want it. but if it can distract shauna so nat can go out and try for help to get everyone else out of here, you'll do it.

for natalie.

honestly..... i can see her pushing away shauna before she puts jackie's necklace on you. telling you to run while she tries to give you more time by distracting everyone :( you were probably seconds away from running yourself, but it was nat who did it first.

you run as far as you can. muscle memory takes you to where you and nat were supposed to say goodbye before she left, but you reckon it's too dangerous to stay just in case she sticks with the plan. so you keep running. you nearly start crying when you hear the animalistic sounds of the girls whooping and calling after you. but you manage to hide behind a tree long enough to watch mari and akilah run after your 'footprints.'

thinking of nat who gets to you first.

running into her arms and just sobbing as quietly as you can without attracting attention. nat who kisses you and strokes your back while babbling about how she's gonna help you, that she can figure this out.

telling her that you love her so much. telling her that you can do this, that you can juke them out and hide long enough for her to go and get help. she doesn't wanna leave you but seeing you cry and beg for her to go before they see her with you has her heart clenching. you have her convinced.

you kiss her until your lungs hurt.

you tell her that you'll see her on the rescue plane.

nat who watches you run away when you both hear the sounds of the girls getting closer.

nat who's crying so hard she can barely make her way to the secret place where she hid the transmitter.

nat who cries and screams as she tries to get it to work up on the mountain, begging for someone to help you.

nat who doesn't even know that you've been dead for days when she eventually heads back to camp.

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