Keira is a survivor. She doesn't fall for tricks, she turns her back to the past and walks on. She carries secrets as her burdens. Guilt and sadness curdle inside her, but she's learned how to mask it. Cares and carelessness cause her to make mistakes, the mistakes that cost her dearly. But she's learned how to ignore it. She is alone and scared. She has nobody to cling to, and maybe she doesn't want anybody like that. Keira is a survivor, but maybe she isn't. Maybe what she's hiding will make her unhinge. She's clever, but she's naive. She's careful, but not quite enough. Keira is a ticking time bomb. Someday she's going to implode. If only there was somebody to fix her. • Ø • Ø • Page count: ~344 Word count: ~35,255 Grammar Nazis will be satisfied. Highest rankings: #1 on "carl grimes" tag!!! #59 on the fanfiction tag!!! Started: 11-21-15 5k reads: 3-17-16 10k reads: 4-12-16 500 votes: 4-28-16 500 comments: 5-11-16 Finished: 6-4-16 25k reads: 6-7-16 1k votes: 6-11-16 1k comments: 7-14-16 50k reads: 7-24-16 75k reads: 8-25-16 100k reads: 10-7-16 5k comments: 11-9-16 150k reads: 11-22-16 5k votes: 11-26-16 175k reads: 12-11-16 200k reads: 12-30-16 Alternate ending: 12-31-16 250k reads: 3-24-17 300k reads: circa 6-28-17 10k votes: circa 11-5-17 350k reads: circa 11-25-17 400k reads: circa 5-6-18 Warnings: •Dark •Gory •Cussing •Spoilers (Seasons 5-6)

***Completed: I had written out a wedding scene but didn't feel like finishing it*** You stood with your back against the lamp post, trying not to break down in the middle of the street. Based on how dark it was out, it was probably around three in the morning- nobody would be able to see if you started crying. But it didn't matter to you. Because Greasers don't cry. They're not supposed to- it doesn't meet their personality, their stereotype. "You okay, kid?" You could recognize the voice who asked those three simple, infuriating words. You kept your head down and balled your fists, wishing that he would get the hint that you didn't want to talk. "Go away, Winston." "Come on, kid, I just want to make sure that you're okay." You could feel him place a hand on your shoulder- a gentle touch that gave a sense of genuine care. "Like hell you do," you reply, shrugging your shoulder so that his hand fell away. "None of you dumbass Greasers care about nothing but girls and cars and smoking pot behind the cops' backs. You guys are self-centered, righteous assholes. I can see why the Socs hate you losers so fucking much."

she set a slow poisonous fire on his soul it plagued him it was so unfamiliar yet provided comfort it felt like everything one could long for but hurt like hell the uncertainty intrigued him but the love is what made him stay.he was her solace her heaven even though she would never say it Riven x reader

Grace Walker also know as Phobia was only 11 when Dick Grayson had found her and got Bruce Wayne to adopted her. Grace seemed like an ordinary girl, but there were 3 things about her that made her different. 1 was she was a Vigilante who fought with Batman and robin. 2 Grace is deaf, she lost her hearing in a explosion caused by two face when she was 15. 3 Grace has the ability to mess with peoples minds that's we're she got the name phobia. Grace was happy with Bruce and Dick but all that changed when Dick left and Bruce brought in "the new robin". Starts before season one of TITANS. Jason Todd x Fem oc