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[devilsympcthy]

❛ do you think i’d let anything happen to you? ❜

          she hasn't disobeyed her manager before, but when was the last time that she had actually smiled like this? her giddy joy, the molly and sound of pumping bass in her ears, it wars with the growing fear gnawing in her stomach. caine will be so angry, won't he? he--- he just gets so angry when she makes any mistake.

          she hadn't even noticed how tightly she was clinging to the other singer's arm until he stops and turns, blocking the rest of the bar from her view and assuring her. "i---" magda's answer sticks in her throat just as her eyes lose themselves in his hazel ones. he's just--- he's so beautiful, always, but especially now. naomi didn't deserve beauty like that. she didn't deserve someone she didn't appreciate. "no. i know i'm safe with you," the singer finally murmurs, struggling not to let her eyes slip to his lips. "but i don't want him to hurt you, too."

[devlsbackbone]

❛ i’m replaceable. you’re not. ❜ (gretchen)

          he was going to give her an ulcer, or grey hair or--- “you’re not replaceable! don't say that!” and now here she was, in hospital, beside the bed of another oded rockstar. but apollo was her brother, and she could never give up on him ( as if she had ever really given up johnny either. a tear slips past her lashes and she doesn’t bother to wipe it away. she’s just glad he’s finally awake. “you have to eat your jello and drink your water because i need you around, okay? i need you, apollo. i just got you?”

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@tantrcm​

                                  "  WAIT  RIGHT  THERE,  "  SHE  CALLS  FOR  HIM  TO  STOP  THE  MOMENT  HIS  FEET  LEAVE  THE  LADDER  AND  HIT  THE  ROOFTOP,  HOLDING  UP  A  TATTOOED  FINGER  STERNLY.  she's  reclined  in  a  lawn  chair,  UNTOUCHED  bottle  of  vodka  at  her  side,  her  phone  in  an  empty  cup  at  her  feet  playing  dax  riggs  quietly  as  she  puffs  away  at  the  first  of  a  couple  blunts  she's  rolled.  she's  PRE-GAMED  without  him,  but  at  this  point,  she  feels  she  DESERVES  it. "  house  rules,  child,  listen  ——  you  get  sloppy,  handsy,  mouthy,  or  rude,  and  i'm  calling  you  an  UBER,  you're  waiting  on  the  SIDEWALK.  we  good?  "  she  clarifies  her  stance  on  things  and  follows  it  up  with  a  less  serious  roll  of  her  eyes  and  a,  "  have  it  on  GOOD  authority  that  you're  not  s'posed  to  BE  HERE,  anyway.  "

[tantrcm]

always fall asleep when you're waking  i count the hours on my hands doing the math to the time zone you're at is an unseen part of the plan

@devilsympcthy / @tantrcm

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tantrcm

        “ you don’t get it, do you? ” she spat in an annoying tone. from all her friends, it was her who always had to solve things -- and now she had been asked to face the other person even though that would get her in trouble. “ you're sitting at our table. we always sit there. ”

[devilsympcthy]

❛  ah ,  ah -  don’t  touch .  ❜ :)

          "please." why were his hands so fucking hot? it was like she could feel every single callous from the years of touring when he touched her. they way they traced up her back, shivers following his every touch as she arched her back and whimpered, loud like he always asked of her. apollo had always been able to unlock her every fantasy, make her see stars and beg like she wouldn't have for anyone else. dark eyes flutter open as she grinds down against his knee, lips forming a pout when the friction still isn't enough to push her over.

          but she meets his eyes and again, she can only do what he asks of her. it's the way his gaze always affect her, the way there's so much want in them. the way they spark when she whines, when he pushes her farther and farther than she thought she could even stand. magda knows deep down that she really would do anything for him. she huffs. "yes, sir. i'll be good." slowly she drags her hand up from between them, her fingers instead tightening around his shoulders. red nails digging in deep enough that there would be marks the next day, but he always loved that as much as she did, didn't he? "but i am absolutely breaking up with you after this."

[devilsympcthy]

━━    ⋄   “can we. can we talk about last night?” she’s very clearly fiddling with her rings, not totally meeting his eyes as she asks.

@tantrcm​ hi i want drama 

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                              THE  NIGHT  IS  GOING  OFF  WITHOUT  A  HITCH,  AND  ALMOST  AS  SOON  AS  EVIE  HOPES  SHE  HASN'T  JINXED  IT,  SHE  SPOTS  HIM  AT  THE  BAR.  she  knew  it  was  bad  luck  to  even  THINK  how  brilliantly  the  showing  of  the  abstract  artist  from  the  greater  seattle  metropolitan  area  has  gone  so  far  before  she's  hit  the  midway  point,  and  the  moment  she  sees  that  FAMILIAR  face,  she  wonders  what  she's  just  conjured  up.  she  hasn't  seen  apollo  in  WEEKS,  but  it  seems  hardly  accidental  that  he  would  show  up  with  that  LOOK  on  his  face  in  the  middle  of  a  relatively  busy  friday  night. but  she's  SURE  he  sees  her  when  she  sees  him,  and  there's  nothing  to  do  but  stride  over  with  a  smile  and  say  HELLO,  order  a  drink.  he  is  her  FRIEND  after  all,  even  if  she  knows  this  next  looming  conversation  might  go  awkwardly  for  the  girl  who's  sang  the  values  of  never  getting  in  a  committed  relationship  for  more  than  half  a  decade,  before  recently  beginning  to  post  more  pictures  of  one  man  in  particular  to  her  social  medias.  a  conversation  is  polite,  and  it's  precisely  what  she  does  as  she  flags  down  the  man  behind  the  makeshift  bar,  and  he  NODS,  making  her  what  has  become  her  USUAL.  now,  the  hello  part. "  hey  man,  "  she  greets  him  with  a  smile,  claiming  the  stool  next  to  his and crossing  her  arms  on  the  bar.  "  someone  looks  ——  MISERABLE,  honestly.  are  we  doing  robert  smith  impressions  tonight?  "

[devlsbackbone]

━━   ♦︎   “you’re DANCING WITH THE DEVIL,” jude mutters, his attention seemingly centered on tuning the bass in his lap. strumming once, then twice and feeling satisfied with the sound, though, golden eyes do catch the singer in his uncommonly striking gaze. “the drugs, the booze, that’s ONE THING. but this? this line you keep toeing with our singer? it doesn’t end well. you need to pick someone else.”

@tantrcm​ .  /   sc.

[devilsympcthy]

@tantrcm​ said “if you have something to say, you can say it to my face.” 

( ANGRY SENTENCE STARTERS )

━━    ⋄   “FINE.” the single word is bitten out, days of suppressed frustration in the one single syllable. painted nails dig into her hips as she glares up at apollo. “YOU’RE FUCKING JEALOUS. you’re so fucking jealous that i have someone that loves me who isn’t you.” her jaw clenches, and tawny eyes grow dark as she continues. ( part of her feels like she’ll never love anyone like she loves the boy in front of her. ) “CAINE LOVES ME. fucking get over yourself. go back to naomi and get off my dick.”

[devlsbackbone]

━━   ♦︎   oh my god. is that? no way. no fucking way! “you’re apollo deo.” ( obviously, gretch. he knows his name. ) “sorry,” the apology is equally immediate, and the extra long starbucks line only makes this whole interaction MORE EMBARRASSING. “just. my boyfriend was obsessed with you. or, ex-boyfriend. sorry. this is probably really rude, right? you’re trying to get a coffee and now a fan is like. talking your ear off.”

@tantrcm​ /  sc .

[devilsympcthy]

tantrcm replied to your post: graphic design is my passion (:

dicks!

i’m going to be honest........... mags would love to have dicks as her background lighting???

[devilsympcthy]

@tantrcm​ sent          ❯            accepting .

" i understand, i’m a liability. "

                    “YOU AREN’T.” when did jealousy become the only thing running through her veins? when did envy green take over any gold that used to be in her eyes? she didn’t used to have anything close to a short fuse, but now all it takes is five self-deprecating words from apollo’s mouth to light anger in her chest. “not to me. you fucking know that you aren’t a liability to me, pollo. don’t say that shit to me.”

[devilsympcthy]

@tantrcm​ said :     i need you . ( x )

━━    ⋄   prove it. make me. i dare you. how many times can they crash together like this, teeth nipping at exposed skin, clothing torn with how desperately hands roved until they found what they were looking for. APOLLO WAS RIGHT. they were a mess of sexual tension, but--- there’s so much fucking more there than she can admit to. ( she knew it from the first night she caught his innocent face as he dreamed. if she got to have him, only to lose him? she’d never recover. ) 

               his fingers bite into her neck where his teeth just left, and for a second she must see HEAVEN. cherry lips part, “harder” drawn from them in a hiss that’s more pleasure than pain. you want him to hurt you, don’t you, holly? like everyone else you love.  ━━ BUT she knows he won’t, never like this, not when his eyes search hers like she’s the only thing he sees and his lips catch her next moan in a kiss that leaves long legs trembling.

               he always catches her before she falls, presses her back against the wall and angles his hips between her legs as she clings to him. and fuck if she doesn’t do everything in her power to press closer, to feel that friction between them she craves each time she watches him with SOMEONE ELSE. his words don’t even startle her, how wanting they sound, but she does catch herself off guard with how desperate her mouth is for him. “you have me, pollo,” holly breathes, a pink tongue darting out to wet red lips as she stares up at him. “take me.”

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@tantrcm​  said  : ‘ why  are  you  mad  at  me  ? ’ for 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄  \ 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

                              "  I'M  NOT  MAD  AT  YOU,  APOLLO  ——  I'M  DISAPPOINTED,  "  SHE  CORRECTS  HIM,  SOUNDING  MORE  LIKE  HER  MOTHER  THAN  SHE  CARES  TO  ADMIT.  she  isn't  angry  with  the  other,  just  upset  in  a  way  that  correlates  PERFECTLY  to  her  astrological  placement  as  a  LEO  that  apollo  failed  to  heed  her  advice.  "  you  said  no  one  was  going  to  get  HURT.  "

[devilsympcthy]

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