#fatedtragedy

[pinktvpess]

"why aren't we friends anymore, oli?" the question slips past blair's lips long before she can stop it. but it had been bothering her for a while and she wanted answers. the two had been close and suddenly . . . it was like they were strangers. blair had no idea what had gone so wrong. but already blair feels her eyes beginning to grow glossy from tears. // @fatedtragedy

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @fatedtragedy​​ inspired by: holding back by banks

“can’t you just... can’t you admit it? i’m not crazy. there’s something there, between us. are you so scared to acknowledge it? because i’m not.” 

[dismaltouch]

♡  muse  ↝ ava martinez

♡  closed for  ↝ @fatedtragedy

“ why are you avoiding me ? ”

[somethingscft]

continued from here | @fatedtragedy

"you just said i can't love anyone, alex. what do you call the last year and a half we've been together? you don't think i loved you?" eoghan could feel his so-called heart breaking with every word. he knew that alex was feisty; he enjoyed it most of the time, but this was beyond the pale. he felt like he was going to be sick when she called him that. "you think i'm a monster? do you? you think i go hunt people for fuckin' sport, alex? you think i enjoy this? you...you have no idea what you're talking about. you have no idea." his eyes were wet, brimming with hot tears, as he stepped back to catch his breath.

[kittywriites]

[[ closed ;; @fatedtragedy​ ]] [[ embellished from ]]

“You figure out you’re in love with me yet?” he asked with a teasing grin. He barely gave her enough time to answer before he shrugged, chin jutting forward confidently. “Yeah, you’re in love with me. “

[angelvings-archived]

status : closed for @fatedtragedy . muse : ryland hawkins . plot : in source ! made with : beta .

« wait , you're actually talking to me now ? thought i was pretty much non - existent to you nowadays . » 

[springbreezc]

♡ — closed starter for @fatedtragedy | based (only it was a bar, not a dorm) note: made with beta, can switch upon request

chewing on a granola bar after his morning workout, abel eagerly shoveled through his gym bag for his phone, smile stretching across his face when the screen lit up with a text notification. it was routine by now to talk to them on the regular. mostly about mundane things, never getting too personal. he still didn't even know their name yet. but while he was still riding a high of endorphins, he finally got up the nerve to send them a more forward message:

[text]: sooooo, do you think you'll ever want to meet up with me? [text]: it could be in public, of course, in a place that's well lit, etc. etc. so you don't have to worry as much about me secretly being a serial killer.

[nepotizma]

‘   you’re   mad   at   me   for   attacking   that   dude   ?   maeve   ,   he   could’ve   killed   you   !   i   wasn’t   taking   any   damn   chances   .   hate   me   all   you   want   but   i   wouldn’t   change   what   happened   .   ’   @fatedtragedy​