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The Angel ~ Chapter Three

The Fire ~ Chapter Three (Newt X Fem!OC)

❀ tropes: friends to lovers, found family, angst

❀: warnings: drinking, strong language

❀: word count: over 1k

❀: a/n: my goal is to make your heart shatter while reading this so if you don't like crying this isn't for you, this is barely proofread so if you find mistakes, feel free to let me know

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The Fire

I watched as the sun dipped below the horizon from a small window in the med-jack hut. Clint had been pretty vague about what this bonfire was going to entail but he promised me that I could stick by him if I felt uncomfortable. I trusted him.

Newt had been anxious the last couple of hours in an attempt to figure out how to walk with the crutches. He kept losing his balance which made Clint flinch to catch him.

I had to bite my cheeks to prevent myself from laughing at the struggle.

The hours had passed by quickly as the three of us laughed about the other gladers. The two boys had attempted to tell me about everyone in the glade before the bonfire so I knew who to avoid and who to make friends with. They cracked a joke about every single one of them.

"Don't talk to Gally," Clint had said after telling me about Zart, who they nicknamed the fart. "He might ask you to pluck his eyebrows."

Newt cackled at this with pure enjoyment. "Easy there Clint, we don't need Alby overhearing this and throwing us in the slammer."

The jokes, even though I had no background information, were still funny to me purely based on the two boys' reactions to the other's jokes.

Maybe if I didn't step outside this hut, living here wouldn't be too bad. It had set in about two hours after I arrived that I was in fact staying here. The boys spoke of my arrival like a routine. No one left. Ever.

It was a bitter reality I didn't want to face.

As Newt was continuing his attempt on crutches, I began looking around the hut. I looked through the tools Clint used to heal the Gladers. Lots of bandages, rubbing alcohol, cotton, and more. There was a limited supply of pills that I guessed were only used for very serious cases.

Clint's sudden voice behind me made me jump. "You should become a med-jack," He declared. "I'm the only one we have right now and I could seriously use some help."

The offer sounded great. I didn't know who I was in whatever life I had before this but maybe I helped people like this. I knew I couldn't cook, build, or garden. Plus Clint was already someone I trusted.

"Yeah, maybe I will," I responded to the boy. A smile grew on his face.

"Well, it's probably time we head down to the bonfire. It's most likely already up and running and we should get dinner while it's warm," Clint speaks to both me and Newt.

I nod with apprehensive agreement.

Clint and I keep our pace slow to match Newt's, not wanting to leave him in the dust as he struggles to hop along with his crutches. My eyes widen as I

I watch as a few of the Gladers that we pass stop their conversations to stare at the three of us. I didn't know whether they were looking at me or their friend who had just been seriously injured this morning. Most likely a mix of both.

In the distance, I see smoke rise into strange shapes that shift with the cool breeze. The temperature outside was perfectly in the middle. Strangely in the middle. The only bit of temperature came from the wind.

Loud voices became clearer as we inched closer to the group of boys that had already begun to stack large planks of dry would into a triangle shape. The fire was giant and taller than everyone around.

A supportive laugh erupts beside me as a boy wraps his arm around Newt, pushing me to the side. "Hey, dude, how you feeling?" I'm sure the boy wasn't really thinking about it so I tried not to take it to heart.

"Better, thanks Zart," Newt responded with a smile. His features were sculpted against the warm light of the fire.

"They'll warm up to you," Clint added next to me, noticing the drop in my shoulders. It was becoming clear that he paid attention to every small detail. "Here, I'll introduce you to some people."

I nodded, following him and leaving Newt behind to talk with his friends.

A boy with dark skin looked up from his place on a log, a smile gracing his face at the sight of Clint. "Hey," He said, standing and walking over to Clint. They clasped hands and pulled each other into a short hug.

"Fry, this is the Greenie," Clint expressed, directing the attention to me.

"Ah," The boy whose name I'd recognized from the conversations in Med-Jack hut. "So it's true. We've finally got a girl in the glade." There was no bit of threat in his voice.

I liked these two. Clint and Frypan. Even Newt was kind. Maybe not everyone is bad here.

"Here come eat, I don't think Clint fed you in his hell-hole of a hut," Fry jokes, causing a shadow of fake annoyance to pass over Clint's face.

"It's not my fault. It's the builders who built that hell hole of a hut," He counters, mimicking his tone.

A small laugh threatened to spill out of my lips. Fry handed me a brown bowl that was filled with a thick liquid that smelled like heaven. I guess I hadn't realized how hungry I'd become.

I took the spoon from the bowl and tipped it to my lips before letting the warm liquid roll through my mouth.

"Holy shit, this is amazing," I said between bites. Fry does a fake bow at the compliment, a smile never leaving his face.

Clint introduced me to Leo, David, Wyck, and even got me and Minho back on good terms from our rough start.

"I didn't mean to snap like that," He explained as we shared a drink that no one really knew was. "Newt's my closest friend here so I've just been... I don't know."

"No, I get it," I assured him. It was the first time I'd spoken to another glader without Clint or Newt around. "I'd be worried too if I just found my friend lying in a field, unable to walk."

He nodded, rubbing his hands together. We sat in silence for a little bit until a loud noise erupted all around us. I flinched and everyone went silent for a short moment before returning to their own conversations.

"Just the maze," Minho explained. "It changes every night. You probably didn't notice when you came up in the box but the doors were open and now," I followed his eye line to the enclosed doors. "They're closed."

"Maze?" He nods.

"It surrounds this entire glade," He motioned with his arms, pointing to every corner. "We think there might be a way out of this place."

"Find anything?"

He shakes his head until he tilts it. "Well, we keep finding four letters on the walls. W.C.K.D"

"Wicked," I whisper, my voice practically inaudible. Yet, that's all it took. "Wicked."

Minho looks at me with a strange gaze as my mind begins to clear a little bit. "You good there, greenie?"

"Cordelia," I say, excitement filling my voice. His eyes lighten and a smile forms on his face. "Cori. Cordelia!"

"Hey!" Minho stands up, shouting. "Greenie remembers her name!"

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Just An Act

Just An Act ~ Eddie Vedder X Fem!Reader

♫ trope: colleagues, tension tension tension, angst

♫ warnings: strong language, alcohol, drugs, angst, use of y/n, predetermined last name (poncier pronounced like pawn-see-a)

♫ words:

♫ a/n: loosely based on the movie 'singles'

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I wore my loose light-washed jean shorts over thin black stockings that had holes ripped all around them from the last gig we played. We were playing a small set today because there were about ten of the most popular Seattle Grunge bands playing tonight. Each band got four songs.

I pulled my hair up in a messy bun letting small strands of my hair out to frame my face. Having your hair in your face during a gig wasn't fun so I always needed it out of my way.

We were the first band up and I watched as the crowd began to grow.

"Hey, Y/N," Eddie walked up to me. I acknowledged him with a tilt of my head. "You good with this set?" He asked handing me a crumpled sheet of printer paper with messy black ink scrawled onto it.

I looked over the song choices.

We would open with Garden, personally my favorite, then Given to Fly, Why Go, and then finally close with Go.

It was a pretty solid set. "Yeah, this is good."

I've known Eddie for a very long time. We were neighbors as kids and he and my older brother Cliff were best friends. When Cliff and I moved out and into an apartment, Eddie moved into the apartment right next to us.

Eddie used to be the drummer of my brother's band, Citizen Dick, but the band eventually decided to part ways because my brother wanted to work on solo stuff for the moment. We were all still close and still lived next door.

When the band split up, Eddie asked if I wanted to be the second singer for his new band, Pearl Jam. I agreed. I was good at harmonizing and writing lyrics and he was good at creating melodies.

"Well we're up," he says after a few more minutes of warming up. I nodded in agreement as the crowd was practically deadly at this point. People occupied every open space. "Good luck," He says, pressing a hand to the small of my back. A chill crept up my spine at the contact.

I was wearing a short-cropped black wife beater that I has cut myself. His hand was touching my bare back. Skin on skin.

"Thanks, you too," I shot him a smile before we walked on stage. Matt, Stone, and Jeff were already on stage which caused the crowd to already be pumped up.

When they saw Eddie and me, screams erupted from everyone. I didn't like to admit it but when every music magazine says that the two of you are the definition of sex appeal it was hard to ignore that some of the fans in the crowd looked at you and Eddie with lust in their eyes.

There had been many times that rumors had been spread that Eddie and I had been dating or at least hooking up. Pictures had been taken, completely out of context in every way, where Eddie was hugging me around the waist. Granted his hands were a little low and my hands were curled into his hair but it was always in a platonic way. It was right after a concert where I'd completely screwed up multiple songs and I had a panic attack right after the show.

Maybe it didn't help that while we were performing we wrapped arms around each other but I think that's pretty understandable. Again, we have known each other for like twenty years.

The stage smelled like old weed and alcohol but it was something that I'd become accustomed to.

After Eddie introduced us, we kicked off the first song. Garden. I loved the mystery this song brings about. I let Eddie sing the first verse along and I joined in when the chorus hit, letting our voices crescendo which made the crowd scream and pump their hands in the air.

His voice went as deep as it could and I went as high as I comfortably could which made the contrast of our voices reverberate off the walls melodically.

The second and third songs did just as well and then we got to the last song.

We gave the cue to the band that was coming up after us to begin to set up as we started our song.

I would never admit to Eddie how his voice in "Go" makes me feel.

This was another song that I didn't sing until the chorus but it gave me time to appreciate his voice.

While he started singing, I walked to the edge. of the stage, letting eager hands claw at me. I didn't let them touch my legs but I crouched down and let them touch my hand.

A girl who looked as though she was crying with happiness passed me a white tee shirt with our logo printed on it. I took a sharpie out of my back pocket, biting the top of it off before scrawling my name on the cotton, leaving a small heart next to my name.

She screamed in hysterics when I passed it back to her.

"Suppose I abuse you, just passing it on," Eddie sang as he watched me interact with the crowd. I knew that as I crouched, my shorts rode up, showing even more of my legs than they already were. "Go," Eddie screamed with the band. "Fuck." This was just one part of the song that made me cave in on myself. His voice quivered when he sang that one-syllable word. It shouldn't make me think about what it would be like if the rumors were true If Eddie and I were in fact more than just partners.

I stood up, neglecting to adjust my shorts again. I pretended not to notice Eddie's eyes scan me.

I put a slight swing into my hip as I raised the mic. "Please," I sang, dragging out the syllable in a deprived way. "Don't go on me." Careful not to go too far for fear that my brother might be in the crowd somewhere, ready to jump Eddie, I stared up at the curly-haired boy. He took a hand and moved some of his long hair out his face, never missing a beat in the music.

After the guitar solo, Eddie sang a few more words until my next favorite part. I guess he caught on to the desperation that I'd put into my voice, no matter how fake it was.

"Please, please please," He sounded like he was practically begging at this point as he stepped closer to me. There was a thin line that we had always drawn in the sand and we both knew not to cross it. Eddie was getting dangerously close to that line.

It was just an act.

The rest of the song should have just been Eddie singing "Don't go on me" for the next couple of measures with me singing "Please" in the empty spaces.

That was until he decided to change up the lyrics.

"Don't go on me," He sang with a rasp in his voice. He took another step closer. Just an act.

"Please," I followed his lead but my heart fell when he placed a callosed hand in the space between my neck and shoulder. His fingers played with the small strands of hair that had fallen out of my bun.

"Don't you want me?" I opened my mouth, ready to sing my line again but I faltered. His blue eyes were boring into mine. Seriousness was written on his face.

He crossed the line.

It was no longer just an act.

He's changed the lyrics, insinuating that there is something unspoken between us. And the crowd believed it now. If the news articles didn't convince them, then something like this at a live show would.

Anger bubbled in my throat. I counted the seconds until the song was over for when I could grab Eddie and drag him off that stage.

When the guitars finally faded, the crowd erupted in cheers. I gave Eddie the moment to thank the crowd for coming and told them to make some noise for Alice in Chains.

I grabbed his wrist and yanked him as hard as I could. He stumbled as he followed me.

"Y/N what are you doing?" He asked but I didn't respond.

We walked until we heard the guitar and drums of Alice in Chains pick up with their song It Aint Like That.

I pulled him into a corner where there was no one around. The only sound was the distant beat of the music.

"What the hell was that?" I spat, pushing him back with the palms of my hands. His reaction made me angrier.

He let out a soft laugh. "You're making that face."

I scoffed before pulling in a sharp breath. "What face?" I seethed.

"That one you make when you're caught liking something you shouldn't."

"I don't make a face."

"You're doing it right now," He says, drawing a circle around my face with his finger. "The one where your mouth is slightly open and before you say anything you have to scoff or roll your eyes or something."

My face heats up as I shut my mouth, realizing that it was open at that moment.

"Well you're wrong," I counter. "I didn't like it. Would you have done it if Cliff were here?"

At the mention of my brother his face shifts. "Probably not but he's not-"

"No, he's not here. But you know who is? Our fans. News reporters. Photographers. They all post things that Cliff will see!"

"And what if he does?"

"Are you fucking serious? We both know Cliff would fucking kill us."

He shrugs, making a dramatic roll with his head. "And who cares?"

"You don't care what my brother thinks?" I cross my arms, leaning into my hip.

"No," He responds blankly. "I care what you think. What did you think, Y/N?" He steps forward.

I let out a snippy laugh. "I think you're a massive dick."

A smile curves the corner of his lips. His hand comes towards my face and his thumb pushes the bottom of my chin until my mouth closes again. I thank the dim lighting and black walls that conceal how bright my face is.

His hand doesn't leave my face. His fingers just move behind my neck like they did on stage. The very notion that pissed me off beyond belief.

"Cliff doesn't have to know."

The closer he gets to me, the more his fingers burn at my neck. He towers over me, his brown hair falling into his face as he scans my eyes for any hint of emotion.

I don't know what I feel.

Don't you want me?

The question he indirectly asked repeated in my head as he stared at me. I hadn't even realized that my back was now up against a wall and that his free hand was resting lazily on my waist.

"If Cliff finds out..." My voice trailed off as his grip on me tightened.

"Hmm?" He questioned softly.

I met his eyes and a confident surge forced me to flicker my glance to his lips. He took it as permission to close the seemingly neverending space between us. His rough lips found mine and I was sure I would've collapsed if he wasn't holding me up. I breathed heavily against him as his lips trailed to my neck.

"Fuck," I closed my eyes as he left a bruise on my neck. The vibration of the noises he made against my skin made me want to cry.

"Y/N? Ed?" A familiar voice of our drummer, Matt, was heard around the corner. I pushed Eddie off of me but it was too late. Matt saw. "Holy shit," He laughed. "I fucking knew it."

"You don't tell Cliff, understood?" I said with the strongest voice I could muster. He threw his arms up in defense.

"Got it, boss." He turned on his heels and he left the way he came.

I rubbed my eyes with my palms in embarrassment.

"Here," Eddie shrugged off his flannel and passed it to me. "Might want to cover that up," He nodded towards the bruise on my neck.

"Fucking hilarious, Vedder." I snatched it and flung it around my shoulders.

"I'll drive you home, come on." I followed the boy out the back doors of the bar to the apartment building.

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➵ Collection of all my stories and one-shots are ones I have written so please don't steal! ➵ Requests are open but selective <3 ➵ Organized alphabetically by first name

Eddie Vedder

One Shots:

♫ Spin the Bottle (Eddie Vedder X Fem!Y/N) ♫ Just An Act (Eddie Vedder X Fem!Y/N)

Newt (Maze Runner)

Stories: Order 66 (Obi-Wan X Fem!OC)Newt (Maze Runner)

Stories:

❀ The Angel (Newt X Fem!OC)

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Stories:

✯ Order 66 (Obi-Wan X Fem!OC)

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Spin the Bottle

Spin the Bottle ~ Oneshot (Eddie Vedder X Fem!Reader)

♫ tropes: brothers best friend

♫ warnings: use of Y/N and predetermined last name (poncier pronounced pawn-see-a), not proof read

♫ a/n: loosely based on the movie 'singles', 1992 eddie

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Cum On Feel the Noize was playing from a record player in the far corner of the living room.

The boys and I chugged bottles of beer, each of us racing to be the first to finish the distasteful liquid. I never liked beer very much but I still felt like I needed to win.

It was a typical Saturday night. My brother, his band, a few other friends, and I all sat around drinking beer, eating pizza, and playing some sort of game. There was always some kind of fuss about what to play since Cliff never wanted to play anything fun like spin the bottle.

But Cliff wasn't here tonight. I was the first to suggest spin the bottle and the group quickly agreed.

I slammed my glass on the ground that we all sat in a circle on. "Fuck yeah," I cheered as I noticed I was the first one to finish. "I win." I got no response until other people began to set their bottles on the ground as well.

We'd made a deal that whoever drinks first is immune from spinning the bottle first. Whoever finishes last has to go first.

I surveyed who still had the beer. It was a race between Debbie Hunt, a neighbor of ours, and Eddie, my brother's best friend who also happened to be the drummer of their band. Citizen Dick.

Debbie let out a shrill laugh as she slammed her glass on the ground, her ginger hair bouncing with her movements.

"Eddie's off his game tonight," Stone, another member of the band, said with a mocking tone.

The brunette rolled his eyes as he set down the cheap glass of now-empty beer. He'd played it off as being off his game but in reality, I was sure he lost on purpose. At the beginning of every band practice, they all shotgunned beers to get into 'the right mindset' and Eddie always finished his first.

Eddie's ring-clad fingers gripped the glass bottle, preparing to spin it. The glass rattled against the dark wooden floor. As its momentum slowed down, my heart pounded in my ears.

Eddie was always attractive to me but I was positive the fact that my brother would kill me for even thinking that made him all the more alluring. Eddie and my brother had known each other since they were kids and even moved into apartments right next to each other. The thing was, I still lived with my brother. Being a musician in Seattle wasn't something that paid a whole lot.

There had been a few times I'd wondered if Eddie thought anything of me like that. One of my three jobs was working at a dive bar that featured live music. My brother and his band often played there so I helped them set up whenever I could.

"Y/N," Eddie had called from the wings of the stage before the bar had opened. I came in early to help them set up but by now, most of it was done. "Mind sound-checking the set?"

"Eds, you know I don't play drums," I reminded him that I only sang and kicked around on the guitar on occasion. "I don't know what it's supposed. to sound like."

A soft 'oh' came from backstage before I heard footsteps skip up to the stage. Eddie was wearing a loose white tank with a brown flannel and torn-up jeans. His hair was pulled into a messy bun at the nape of his neck.

The rest of the band had gone to grab some dinner at a nearby restaurant before the gig and left Eddie to hold down the fort, promising to bring him back a sandwich.

It was just the two of us.

"Here, I'll show you," He said as he approached the set. "Sit." He took the drumsticks and pointed to the black throne.

I sat down on the cushioned seat and took the light wooden sticks that he passed to me.

He told me to hit the snare drum a couple times and he fiddled with the key until he was satisfied. Then moved to the kick and floor tom until he told me to play a fill along all the drums.

I looked behind me, ready to repeat that I don't know how to play the drums before he interrupted me.

"Like this." He remarked as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. His hands found mine. "Loosen up, Poncier," He joked, using my last name as he often did when he made fun of me. My face heated at the words and I did my best to relax as he guided my hands across the toms. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. If I were to turn my head to the left the slightest bit, our lips would've been inches from each other. It took all I could not to move to the left.

It was horribly off-beat but he just needed the sound for turning reasons.

We weren't doing anything wrong. But it was tense enough to the point that if I knew if Cliff walked through the doors at this moment, we would have to persuade him to believe that we weren't doing anything like that.

His hands stayed on mine for longer than they should have but not long enough to the point either of us mentioned it. He let his arms drop away from me and I felt cold without his chest pressed against my back.

He cleared his throat. "Let me know if you ever want a drum lesson."

I never took him up on the drum lesson even though I wanted to. I wanted that feeling of his closeness again but I was scared of Cliff and what he would do.

My thoughts were cleared away as the glass bottle began to slow down. My heart pounded as it got slower and slower and inched closer and closer to me.

When it came to a halt, my breath seemed to vanish. The bottle was staring at me and so was Eddie. He was sitting directly across from me in the circle.

All of the guys started laughing and nudging Eddie while the girls sat with amused smirks on their faces.

I didn't know what to do. Do I move? Does he? Eventually, Eddie stands up and walks over to me. The only thing running through my mind was that Eddie Vedder was about to kiss me and there was no doubt in my mind that Cliff's situationship, Janet, would tell him. She knew how protective Cliff was of me and she also knew that he wouldn't find it funny that I kissed Eddie even if it was for a game.

I felt her eyes dig into the side of my head but I refused to look at her. I kept my jaw clenched and braced myself when Eddie got down on the floor in front of me. I'd rejected moving so he had to come to where I was.

"You nervous?" Eddie asked with a snarky tone, barely above a whisper. It was the kind of voice he used when he was joking with me but now it felt as if he was edging me on.

"No," I lied.

A smirk graced his lips as he brought a hand to my hair, grazing my neck with his fingers. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I placed them on his chest as he leaned forward. I clung to the graphic tee he was wearing as our lips collided.

His lips were rough but the feeling of them on mine was euphoric. He pulled away shortly after, not wanting to make a scene. The hesitation before he broke the contact made my thoughts whirl with what if's.

Why did he hesitate?

If this was just a kiss for a game, why would he hesitate?

Cheers erupted around us as the boys immaturely hollered. Eddie's hand fell away from its grip on my hair and I let go of his shirt, letting him return back to his place at the circle.

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The Angel ~ Chapter Two

Med-Jack Hut ~ Chapter Two (Newt X Female!OC)

❀ tropes: friends to lovers, found family, angst

❀: warnings: blood, guns, claustrophobia, trauma

❀: word count: over 2k

❀: a/n: my goal is to make your heart shatter while reading this so if you don't like crying this isn't for you, this is barely proofread so if you find mistakes, feel free to let me know

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Med-Jack Hut

The bright flashing lights in pitch-black darkness were the first thing I noticed when my eyes fluttered open. I scurried back and dug my hands into what felt like a crate beneath me. The pain digging into my palms did little to soothe the pain in my head and ears. A blaring siren accompanied the lights and I felt my stomach drop as the crate shook. I couldn't tell if I was screaming or not when I opened my mouth.

After what felt like five agonizing minutes, the crate finally crashed to a stop. Things began to crash all around me and I pulled my arms over my head protectively.

Where was I?

Who was I?

The chill on my cheeks from tears was the only thing that made sense. My breath shook with fear. I was locked in a box with seemingly no way out.

Suddenly, a large clank above me shattered the space. I flinched as a bright light shined down on me. It was blinding and I put my forearms up against it, trying to regain my sight.

Muffled voices were the only things I could make out. I couldn't tell what they were saying or how far away the voices were and I refused to move my arms from my eyes.

Out of the corner of my eyes, however, I saw something sitting beside me. I knew what it was but I didn't know how I knew.

As fast as I could my fingers fumbled with the pistol and I held it up. A simultaneous shout erupted from around me. I could start to see shadows of figures begin to form against the blinding light. They scurried away from me as I stood with the gun shaking in my hands.

"Who are you?" I screamed, hoarsely. My voice cracked with fear.

"Put it down," A voice said from behind me. Before I could turn around and shoot, the gun clattered to the ground and my arms were pinned behind me.

"Let me go!" I screamed, fighting against the hands that bound my wrists together.

"Not until you calm down," The deep voice responded. The sentence made me angrier but the more I fought, the tighter his grip go so eventually I slowed my breathing and stopped moving.

My vision returned as the blinding light shrunk into a little ball that hovered in the sky. Above me stood a large group of people, all boys, staring down at me and talking amongst themselves.

The fear returned but the boy's grip on me loosened. He reached down and grabbed the gun before I could reach for it again, throwing it up to one of the people above us.

The adrenaline had begun to dial down as well and my palms began to scream with pain. I looked down at them. Rhombus shapes were red and seared into my skin from where I held onto the crate.

"Come on," The boy said. I finally looked up at him. His black hair was cut close to his head and his face was tight with seriousness. "We can get those cleaned up for you," He motioned towards my hands. "You can trust us."

Somehow, I didn't believe him but it was either follow the boy who looked roughly the same age as you or stay in this crate. I nodded my head and allowed him to push me up out of the box.

"Get back," The boy's voice boomed as I stood up, wobbling a little bit. The rest of the boys separated as he held out his arm for me to hold onto if I needed. I denied the gesture, attempting to walk on my own.

My eyes widened as I looked around at the place I'd just been sent to. I had climbed out of one box to be trapped in another, larger, one. I looked around frantically but I didn't let my feet stop moving.

I didn't know why I was following him. Maybe it was the pain in my hands that overtook the rest of my senses and he promised he could help. Or maybe I was just foolish.

I followed him into a rickety-built shack with a thatched roof.

"Clint!" The voice roared.

"Alby?" A meeker but still strong voice responded from somewhere in the back of the shack.

A tall boy appeared in front of us. He pushed his curly brown hair away from his eyes. His blue eyes fell on me and they widened. He looked towards the boy that had been leading me around he called Alby.

"Yeah," Alby responded with a hint of confusion. "We don't know why." It seemed as though they were exchanging questions with their eyes. "We'll figure it out later. For now, she needs a few wounds cleaned."

Alby nudged me and I flipped my palms over toward the boy. His lips pulled back at the sight of them back he waved an arm and told me to follow him.

"Why don't I know my name?" I asked as we walked into the back of the building. This was the first moment I had to start asking questions.

"We don't know why. But you'll get your name back in a few days." The answer filled me with more questions but before I could voice them, he interrupted. "Take a seat on that bed."

He nodded his head to a small rectangular cot that had a single white pillow and a beige blanket. On the bed to the right, I saw a figure curled up under the blankets. His head was buried against the pillow as his breath rose and fell steadily. I wondered what he was here for.

The cot creaked as I sat down.

"I'm Clint, if you didn't already catch that," The brunette said as he kneeled in front of me. He took my left hand and gently flipped it over. "This might sting." He gave me a little warning before he put a warm towel on my palm. I sucked in a sharp breath as he dabbed away as much blood as he could. He repeated the process on my right hand before putting a white paste on both wounds, then winding it up with a thin cloth to keep it from getting infected.

"There," He said as he stood up. I mumbled a weak thanks. "No problem. Any luck remembering your name?"

I shook my head as I pushed myself to remember something. Anything. Who I was, where I came from, and my parents. My entire identity was gone. Did I ever have one?

He shrugged. "It was a long shot. Only one person here remembered their name within a few minutes. Alby." The boy was kind but I just couldn't find the motivation to respond to anything he was saying. He noticed and he sat down beside me on the scratchy blanket. "I know it's confusing right now but it does get better. It's like a small little family here."

"Where is here?" I asked with a sharp bit of hostility. I didn't mean for it to come out that way but it did.

"We call it the Glade. We grow and cook our own food, build our own shelters, and all that jazz."

"But why?"

He looked at me with a bit of sadness. "I'm not sure. But I do know it won't do you any good to think about it. We're here and that's that." I felt a small bit of pity for him. "We each do our part in the Glade. I'm a med-jack. We've got builders, track-hoes, slicers. You just kind of figure out what you're best at and you do it. We also have keepers of each of those jobs. They're kind of the boss of each role. I'm the keeper of the med-jacks."

I acknowledged him with a small hum of recognition.

We both looked up as the boy in the other bed stirred awake. A messy mop of sandy-blonde hair peeked up from the covers and a yawn escaped him.

"Oh hey, Newt," Clint said as he made his way to him. "How you feeling?" I looked at the boy and repeated the name in my head. Newt.

"Bloody awful," The boy responded. I was taken aback by the accent I wasn't expecting. Then he looked over at me. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at me then looked at Clint. "Why Is there a g-"

"We don't know," Clint responded before Newt even asked the question.

Newt's brown eyes found me again. "I'm Newt," He introduces.

"Yeah, figures," I respond with that unwanted hostility again. I couldn't help it, though. I was scared. Confused. I didn't know where I was or who any of these people are. I felt misplaced being seemingly the only girl here.

He looks a little taken aback but still lets out a small laugh. When he swings his legs over the side of the bed, I realize why he's here. His right leg had thick bandages wrapping around the ankle but it seemed like it wasn't doing much. Blood dyed the off-white bandages a mixture of brown and dark crimson.

Clint seemed like he really knew what he was doing because of how neatly the bandages wrapped around the curve of his ankle up to his calf. A thin but sturdy plank of wood was wound into the bandages telling me that he must of either fractured or broken it. By the amount of blood and swelling, I'm guessing it's a break.

"It's okay," Newt's voice interrupts my thoughts. My face goes red, not meaning to stare at the wound. "It doesn't hurt as much as it did this morning."

"What happened?" I ask, wanting to take it back immediately. It wasn't my place to pry.

"I-" He stuttered for a second, unprepared for the question. "I like to visit the animals in the pins before everyone gets up. Guess a cow got fed up with me."

I looked down at his wound again. "A cow did that?"

"Mhm."

"It would be absolutely shattered if a cow stepped on yo-"

I was interrupted by a new voice walking into the room. Flinching a little bit, I turned to face the newcomer. "Well, that's what happened. I found him myself." The boy was wearing a blue shirt and brown leather straps across his chest. His arms were folded and seriousness was painted across his Asiatic features.

Before I open my mouth to bite back a response, I figured they knew better. Maybe the cow only slightly stepped on Newt's leg. The look of relief on Newt's face seemed strange but I would leave my curiosity unspoken.

"When will he be able to walk?" The new boy directed the question to Clint. A shadow of sorrow peeled over his face. "Leave," He now spoke to me. I raised my eyebrows defensively. "If there's bad news you shouldn't be here."

"It's alright, Minho," Newt spoke. "She would hear it anyway."

Minho shrugged, accepting it before turning back to Clint. Clint cleared his throat as Minho took a seat in a chair.

"You're going to have to use crutches for a few weeks before you should even attempt to put weight on that foot," He spoke to the boy who was nodding his head in understanding. "After that, it will probably take a few more weeks to get to the point where you'll be fine to walk without help."

A silence fell over everyone.

"What's the bad news?" Minho asks.

Clint took a sharp breath, looking down at his hands. "I don't think you'll be able to walk normally again." I watch Newt and Minho share a knowing look. "Much less run." I didn't understand why this is such a big deal but the defeat that fell across both of their faces made even me feel sore.

"It's alright," Newt's voice spoke up, avoiding any bit of sadness in his voice. "I'll find a new job. Maybe track-hoe?"

"We'll figure it out. I'm going to go help the boys get the rest of the crates out of the box," Minho spoke hurriedly, standing up from the chair and making his leave. I hear the door I came in shut harshly, shaking the walls.

"I'm sorry, Newt," Clint says. "Really, I am. If I could, I'd give you my own leg."

Newt laughs softly. "Thanks, Clint."

"Until then, here are the crutches." Clint holds out two wooden crutches and Newt takes them with slender fingers. "I had the builders make them the second Minho brought you in. Of course, don't get out of bed until you feel better."

"Got it, boss," Newt jokes. I admired his ability to keep a steady smile on his face through this. I didn't completely understand the weight of why not being able to properly run again was as heavy as it was but I knew that keeping a smile on was not easy.

"Alright Greenie," Clint shifts back to me.

"Greenie?"

"Oh yeah, that's just what we call everyone until they remember their name," Clint responds to me. "Anyway, I think you're good to go but I understand if you want to stay in here and rest until tonight. We're holding a bonfire, which is just to welcome the new Greenie. Plus, you're the first girl to ever come up in the box so the boys might be apprehensive till they get to know you."

"Yeah," I agree. "I'll just stay in here."

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The Angel ~ Masterlist

The Angel (Newt X Female!OC)

❀ childhood friends had their memories erased by wicked and are thrown into the glade, forgetting everything about each other. when they meet again, they feel like they've known each other for years. except now, their friendship feels like it should be more

❀ tropes: friends to lovers, found family, angst, soulmates

❀ warnings: mentions of suicide, trauma, death, underaged drinking, strong language, NO smut

❀ pairing: newt x cordelia "cori" briar (OC)

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Masterlist

Cast List ❀ Story Playlists

Surveillance ~ Chapter One

Med-Jack Hut ~ Chapter Two

(more will be added once they are published)

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The Angel ~ Chapter One

Surveillance ~ Chapter One (Newt X Female!OC)

❀ tropes: friends to lovers, found family, angst

❀: warnings: mentions of attempted suicide

❀: word count: 584 (most chapters will be longer)

❀: a/n: my goal is to make your heart shatter while reading this so if you don't like crying this isn't for you, this is barely proofread so if you find mistakes, feel free to let me know

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Surveillance

Sleep created a glass pane over my sight as I refused to look away from the screen. My fingers controlled the pad to my right as the body of the Beetle Blade slinked across the grass. I don't know how long I had been awake or what time it was, but I did know time worked the same in the Glade as it did in the compound; the sun had just crested above the horizon over the maze walls.

I took a sip of the energy drink before placing it down a little heavier than I'd meant to. I cursed myself for not being quieter.

There were no cameras in this room because why would you put a camera in the surveillance room?

The room was massive. About 30 rows spread across the floor, each station complete with a monitor and headset to listen in. The first 15 rows survey the compound and the large wall that was built around the circumference of the Last City. The last 15 rows, where I was, were the monitors that surveyed the four different mazes and the people inside of them.

The people in Maze Trial A consisted of everyone I knew. I wasn't supposed to know them. I wasn't supposed to know anyone outside of my family. It had been 4 months since the majority of my friends disappeared. One of my friends vanished once a month. Another one will go up to the Glade today. I've been watching them ever since they left and it pained me to watch as they didn't remember each other. Gally and Minho used to be so close they called each other brother but now? Now Gally and Minho weren't on speaking terms. They'd forgotten everything. They'd forgotten me.

The sheet of sleep that had begun to grow heavy suddenly dissipated as I furrowed my eyebrows. The boy with sandy blonde hair I knew as Newt had started to run from the place he slept. He was running to the maze.

Frantically, I pushed the beetle blade further, making sure to stay close enough to see where he was going but far enough that he couldn't see me. The Gladers were known to demolish Beetle Blades on occasion.

Newt ran into the maze and my heart began to beat in my ears. Newt was a runner but he wasn't wearing any of his gear and his best friend wasn't with him. I turned the Beetle Blade around to see if Minho was trailing behind but it seemed as if none of the other Gladers had woken up yet.

When I turned the Beetle back around, my heart dropped. Fear replaced the sleep in my eyes as Newt began to scale a nearby wall. They had already tried to climb the ivy and they knew the ivy lead nowhere. Newt knew the ivy lead nowhere.

"What the hell?" I mumbled to myself. That's when it hit me.

I watched in panic as I the boy let go of the ivy. Out of pure shock, I let out a scream, turning away from the monitor and pushing the chair I was sitting in back against the wall. The chair toppled to its side and I ran out of the room as fast as I could.

I needed to go and help him. I didn't care what my mother wanted me to do. He was my friend.

I would find a way into the Glade if it was the last thing I did.

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