Name: Meltdown
Summary: ❝We're the only theory they can't prove, and we don't have anything to lose.❞
Mia Fernandez was an Irwin and proud of it. She'd been out in the field since the age of fifteen and had earned quite a reputation along the way; she became known as the girl who never missed and a fairly popular person to watch when she was out in the field. Four years after first stepping out onto the field, her reputation remained and she became infamous across various media outlets, even earning her offers to join up with various other teams and sites across the country.
But there was only one team she ever wanted to join; she wanted to be part of the Mason's elite group in California. If you got with them, you're basically set for life.
After dreaming of being part of their team for so many years, Mia finally gets a chance. She's hired as the Mason's personal bodyguard, which she happily accepted. She moved her entire life from Ashwood, Oklahoma to Berkeley, California to where the Masons were based. It was a stretch, but she wanted to do it and she'd do anything to make it work.
But almost as soon as she arrived, she knew nothing would be as easy as she originally thought they would be.
Pairing: Shaun/OC with some Georgia/Shaun.
Rating: T – for mild bad language, some violence, mild blood and gore and moderate sex references – RATING MAY GO UP.
Genre: Romance/Horror
Disclaimer: I own nothing used, except for the idea for this story, Mia and my other OCs. This story is purely for entertainment purposes only.
Story song: Meltdown by Stromae feat. Lorde, Pusha T, Q-Tip & HAIM.
Author's note: So I finally got round to write a Newsflesh fanfiction so I hope you all enjoy! There will be a lot of spoilers in this story since I'll try to follow the events of the books as closely as possible while also putting my own twist on things to keep it interesting, although there is a slight AU twist to some of the first part but it does still follow the basic story line of the book; I hope you all enjoy once again! I'm pretty sure nobody will read this because the Newsflesh fandom is basically non-existent but here goes nothing.
Basically, how this will work is that I'll divide this book into three parts; part one being Feed, part two being Deadline and part three being Blackout. Just as a lil heads up for you guys.
Katherine Langford as Mia Fernandez.
But without babbling on too long, on with the story.
Meltdown; Stromae feat. Lorde, Pusha T, Q-Tip & HAIM
Between Two Points; The Glitch Mob feat. Swan
Fight Like a Girl; Zolita
Any Other Way; The Captains Intangible
Greetings From Califournia; The Neighbourhood
Now Or Never; Halsey
Radioactive; Marina and the Diamonds
That's My Girl; Fifth Harmony
Hearts a Mess; Gyote
Dime & Dog; jesse rutherford
Ugly; Jaira Burns
Gasoline; Halsey
Still Alive; Mt. Eden
Get Some; Ghosted feat. Kamille
Parade; Meg Myers
Him & I; G-Eazy feat. Halsey
The Night We Met; Lord Huron
Seven Nation Army; Melanie Martinez
Playing With Fire; BLACKPINK
Another One Bites the Dust; Hidden Citizens feat. JAXSON GAMBLE
East of Eden; Zella Day
Beast; Nico Vega
Dangerous; David Guetta feat. Sam Martin
All The Things Lost; MS MR
No Angels; Bastille Feat. Ella Eyre
Easy; Sky Ferreira
Amnesia; 5 Seconds of Summer
Hurricane; Halsey
Sucker For Pain; Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons with Logic, Ty Dolla $ign & X Ambassadors
Swan Song; Dua Lipa
"we drank in the remains
of ruined buildings
and we sat in a cave or
wrecked houses on farms given back to the bank
listening to men who'd been raised
in ways that were lost
and we strained to make out
the use of their news
they were crazy or passed out
speed notched with a cross
they drank from the flask and the mouth
they came in and shook off the rain
inflamed and dismayed
calm and arcane
the least one seethed chanting whitman for hours
then wept at the dregs of the fire
foam formed at the edge of their lips
we drank and waited for something to drop
you and I looking and sifting
for signs written in wax
we were young we knew how to die
but not how to last
a small man who claimed he was blake raged
all night and probably he was
he had god in his sights
white crosses shone in our eyes or acid mandalic
in the ruins the men talked:
seraphic and broken
glowing with gnosis and rubbish
we sorted their mad sacred words
these dog-headed guides to the life after
and the life after that"
~ in the ruins by Mark Conway.