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[ofcdove]

brodic‌

                    he should’ve let her manager or publicist or literally anyone else on her team go after her. he should’ve hung back, mingled with the rest of the crowd with a few more drinks, and waited until he was given the okay to leave. but, he hadn’t been able to stop himself as dove had retreated from him. he wasn’t supposed to care, but he did. he really did. and that, in itself, was a new feeling for brodie. he scuffed the ground with his feet as he tried to think of something else to say, but nothing felt quite right. “that’s good,” he settled on lamely, though it was obvious to anyone that her answer wasn’t true. he didn’t take dove to be someone who would walk out of a party, especially one thrown specifically in her honor.                    "don’t worry about it. it’s part of the deal,” he shrugged, a poor attempt to glaze over their tough situation. it wasn’t until after the words left his mouth that brodie considered that still referring to as their relationship as a deal did the exact opposite. he wiped at the bridge of nose, suddenly wondering if he had missed any of the icing, before letting out a deep sigh as he leaned back against the wall. arms returning to their crossed position, he looked over at the girl who made him feel things he didn’t think was possible – and didn’t know what to say next. typically good with silence, he felt the need to say something and awkwardly spoke up, “sorry i haven’t.. replied to your texts. i just needed to figure shit out.”

           she’d  likely  get  chewed  out  for  walking  out  of  her  own  party --  wasting  precious  photo   time  with  all  the  a-listers  invited  to  her  party.  for  now,  she  didn’t  seem  to  care.  that  was  something  to  worry  about  later.  though,  the  point  of  leaving  had  been  ruined  the  minute  brodie  decided  to  follow  her. preoccupying  her  attention  onto  the  darkened  night  sky.  simply  watching  the  moon  rather  than  the  other.  that’s  good,  she  nods  quietly.  even  when  they  first  met  ,  she  can’t  say  things  between  the  two  of  them  has  ever  felt  this  awkward  and  uneasy.            part  of  the  deal,  stings  a  bit  more  than  it  should. as  if  she  needed  to  be  reminded  more  that  their  time  together  was  a  fleeting  deal  planned  by  their  publicists.  “ guess  i  missed  the icing  clause  in  the  contract.”  she  jokes,  dryly.  finally,  dove  looks  over  at  him.  she  didn’t  expect  he’d  mention  the  missed  call.  actually,  she  hopped  he  wouldn’t.  dove  raises  a  brow,  “what  was  there  to  figure  out?”  she  tests.  dove  couldn’t  take  this  back  and  forth  anymore.  as  far  as  she  was  concerned,  they   had  nothing  left  to  talk  about.  harris  was  his  friend.  it  made  sense  if  he  chose  that  over  her.  still,  it  hurts  more  than  she’d  like  to  admit.  “you  don’t  have  to  feel  bad  for  me,  brodie.  i  get  it.”  

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brodic‌

                    for brief moments, brodie forgot about all the drama that had ensued since their unplanned kiss. in the moment, all of the stress and agony from the previous week seemed to fade away. instead, he chuckled as he failed to dodge her finger covered with icing, deciding against returning the favor. he knew dove well enough at this point to know that she wouldn’t take kindly to having icing ruin the makeup she’d probably spent a considerable amount of time on for her own release party. then again, he was pretty sure she wouldn’t want icing smeared on her face at any time. rather than retaliating, the male simply shook his head at her as he grabbed a napkin to wipe his nose clean. to contrast the moments he forgot about the rest of the world, there were other times when the flashing cameras seemed to be the loudest thing in existence and he was very aware that despite what their contract said, he shouldn’t be here. he shouldn’t be pining over his (former) best friend’s ex-fiancé.                     his eyes followed her every move, noticing the slight fall in her smile when his own countenance was difficult to read, at least to the untrained eye. when someone flipped through these photos in the morning, they wouldn’t think twice about the small smile on brodie’s features. it was the one positive about naturally being quite emotionless. people didn’t question it when he was actively hiding something. however, with dove and her million dollar smile, the falter was noticeable, at least to brodie. maybe it was because he’d spent so much time with her where they’d been forced to pretend. or maybe it was because he actually cared now, and he picked up on the little details about the female, even if he didn’t want to.                    brodie waved a hand at the surrounding crowd, a thank you on behalf of dove before he trailed through the attendees to follow dove in the direction he’d seen her disappear. he didn’t want to admit that his arm felt strangely empty from the moment she’d walked away, and he certainly didn’t want to think about the fact that for the sake of his and harris’ friendship, he shouldn’t be following her. but appearances aside, he cared. for the first in what felt like an inexplicably long time, he actually cared. that fact struck him as he slipped out of the exit to find dove, the door shutting and leaving them in a quiet alley far from any prying eyes on the street. crossing his arms so he wouldn’t reach out to take her hand, he asked after a beat of silence, “you okay?”

              the  blurred  lines  between  what  was  real  and  photo opts  only  seemed  to  twist  things  between  the  two  of  them. she  used  to  be  good  at  this.  she  used  to  be  able  to  not  get  attached.  keep  every  fake  boyfriend  at  arms  length.  sure,  they  might  on  occasion  fall  for  her.  misconstrued  her  charade  and  genuine  kindness   as  advances.  she  was  always  able  to  shrug  them  off,  laugh  at  the  thought  of  being  actually  involved  with  someone  who’s  just  a  contract.                 brodie  was  meant  to  be  just  a  contract.                 a  quiet , empty  alley   was  better  than  being  stuck  in  a  web  of  lies yet  again.  taking  a  deep  breath  of  some  much  needed  fresh  air.  she  figured  her  bodyguard  would  be  tracing  behind  her  the  minute  she  stormed  off.  she  wondered  if  it’d  be  a  bad  idea  to  just  leave  the  party  early.   it  is  her  party  afterall.  regardless,  dove  wasn’t  sure  she  could  take  another  hour  or  so  of  wishing  things  were  different  between  her  and  brodie.  rather,  regretting  she  ever  felt  anything  for  him  in  the  first  place.  she  looks  up --  the  voice  not  belonging  to  be  bodyguard.   instead,  it’s  brodie.  of  course.  she  nods,  “ yeah,  i’m  good.”  she  lies, though  she  doesn’t  bother  putting  on  a  smile. “sorry  about  the  icing  thing,  i  thought  it’d  make  a  cute  picture.”  or,  at  least  that’s  what  she’s  telling  herself. 

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[ofcdove]

           the  next  album  was  a  long  time  coming.  a  swell  relief  washed  over  her  the  minute  she  was  finally  able  to  say  new  music  was  out  to  the  public.  but,  that  relief  is  short  lived,  being  quickly  replaced  with  near  dread.  the  release  party  was  meant  to  be  something  she  looked  forward  to,  to  celebrate  her  best  and  biggest  commercial  release. instead,  brodie’s  going  to  be  there.  and  the  uneasy air  between  them  is  hard  to  ignore. so  many   missed  calls  and  unsaid  things after  the  carnival,  dove  would’ve  preferred  if  she  got  to  enjoy  her  party  with  a  friend  or  two.  but  her  publicists  refused.  the  release  party  is  apart  of  the  deal.   reminding  her  that  her  relationship  with  him  was  all  just  that.  a  contractual  obligation  that  undoubtedly  will  be  expiring  soon.              part  of  dove  missed  this.  missed  every  moment  being  in  his  arms.  she  lets  out  a  tiny  giggle  as  the  other  whispers into  her  ear,  only  muttering  a  “thank you,”  in  response.  it’s  hard  to  tell  whether  or  not  she’s  pretending.  no  matter  how  real  she  really  wanted  this  all  the  be.  for  now,  she  could  focus  on  all  the  attention  &  praise  she’s  receiving  as  a  giant  cake  with  her  face  on  it  arrives.  she  cuts  the  first  slice  --  strawberry  cake,  her  favorite.  taking  a  dollop  of  icing  onto  her  finger,  dove  gently  taps  some  onto  brodie’s  nose,  laughing  softly  as  she  looks  up  at  him.           playing  this  part  isn’t  as  fun  as  it  used  to  be.  the  moment  felt  synthetic.  so  close  to  being  something  real,  but  not  quite  only  disappointing  her  further.  celebrating  her  successes  with  someone  who  supports  her,  doesn’t  mind  the  crazy  that  is  her  life. with  brodie.  this  could  never  be  real.  her  usual  facade  is  no  longer  as bulletproof  as  it  normally  is.  her  smile  falters, untangling  herself  from  brodie’s  arms.  “i  need  some  air.”  she  breaths,  waving  at  the  crowd  with  one  last   smile  before  heading  towards  the  exit  hoping  being  alone  for   a  moment  might  help  clear  her  thoughts. 

dove & brodie > closed starter for @ofcdove​

                    there was a strange mix of a proud yet strained smile on brodie’s lips as he watched dove make her way through the rambunctious crowd — proud because he really was happy for her and her release; strained because he had been doing everything he could to avoid her since that fateful kiss. however, no matter the unanswered texts and calls, he still had obligations in their little publicity stunt, and that included being by her side at her release party. he held out an arm, partly because he did secretly want to hold her close and partly to look the part of a doting boyfriend, as she drew closer to where he stood behind an enormous cake with her ep cover recreated in frosting. “congrats,” brodie said as he pulled her in for a hug, the word dropping into her ear rather than a loud proclamation for the entire party to hear. as they embraced, it was hard to ignore the flashing bulbs around them, event photographers hungry to capture every moment of the blossoming romance. the thought of harris’ presumed reactions to seeing the photos once they were published gnawed at the back of his head, but for the sake of dove’s night, he attempted to push the thoughts aside as he gestured towards the cake. “c’mon, you gotta make the first cut,” he encouraged, onlookers cheering her on around them.

[ofcdove]

      after  much  anticipation,    darling’s  sophomore  ep  RULES  releases  onto  all  streaming  platforms.  

rules:  “   all y'all bitches is precious wait, I meant to say jealous...” 

title  track  darling  mentions  this  is  one  of  the  first  tracks  written  for  the  album.  “ definitely  when  i  wasn’t  on  good  terms  with  some  people  that  i’ve  since  rekindled  with.  but,  it’s  still  a  fun  song  i  think  --  even  if  it’s  lost  it’s  venom.”      

motivation:    “i'ma break you off, let me be your motivation to stay and give it tonight”

one  of  her  earliest  singles  have  finally  made  it  onto  a  record !   motivation  peaked  at  #2  on  the  billboard  charts  a  nearly  a  year  ago  after  her  mtv  music  award  performance.  this  also  likely  means  the  record  was  written  whilst  she  was  still  with  ex-fiance,  harris . though,  darling  declined  to  comment  on  that. 

won’t  bite ft. smino: “ closer to me baby, I won't bite “

"  you  know  that  feeling  before  you  get  with  someone.  and  everything’s  so  hesitant  and  shy --   but  you  both  know  there’s  something  there.  this  song’s  about  that  feeling.”  we  can’t  help  but  wonder  if  this  is  about  the  start  of  her  now  relationship  with  midnight  vandal’s  bassist ,  brodie  bay. 

say so ft. nicki minaj  “ day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment” 

if  you  haven’t  been  living  under  a  rock  you’ve  heard  this  song. 

waves :  “ the thoughts of you that I should not be thinking ” 

darling  mentions  this  being  the  latest    she’s  written.  a  back  and  forth  romance  that,  it  seems,  both  love  birds  are  ignoring.  “it’s  complicated,”   she  explains.  “ this  one  wasn’t  going  to  make  the  album.  kind  of  just  squeezed  it  in  last  second. “ 

better than me  "you so in denial, lately she just got you stressed”

her  latest  single  found  here. 

streets:  “ why can't I find no one like you? baby, we tried to fight it” 

"  a  good  ending,  i  think. y’know  alot  of  times  people  release  an  album  and  it’s  about  letting  go  or  whatever.  but  for  me,  this  one’s  more  or  less  the  opposite.   for  me  this  album’s  really  just  about  figuring  out  that  i  already  have  moved  on  to  someone  better  and  being  okay  with  that. realizing  that  maybe  i  do  really  want  what’s  right  infront  of  me  --  despite  how  scary  that  might be.”    

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[ofcdove]

alliefm‌

     allie felt excited to be going out after so long. she’d spent her twenty first birthday pregnant, so needless to say, a night out was long overdue. “oh, i hope so !!” she said with a smile, peeking her head in the vanity to fix up a few out of place hairs. “oh my god, you’re too nice. i haven’t worn heels in ages.” she said, giving her friend a bright smile. “thank you, thank you so much, dove.” the girl was nervous about leaving violet at home, but she’d prepared in advance, and she didn’t really plan on staying out for too long. “where are we headed again ?”

           “oh,  allie  it’s  nothing. don’t  mention  it,”  the  girl  replies,  waving  away  the  girl’s  compliment  and  thank  you.  as  with  all  of  her  other  friends  and  people  she  cares  about,  she’d  continue  to  buy  her  random  little  gifts  throughout  her  everyday  regardless. “no  way?  i  think  i  live  in  heels,  if  i’m  honest.”  she  laughs.  truly,  she  would’ve  slept  in  her  favorite  pair  of  louboutins.   dove  sighs  softly,  picking  up  another  makeup  brush  and  flushing  blush  onto  the  apples  of  her  cheeks.  “vivid--”  she  chews  her  lower  lip,  trying  to  remember  the  name  of  the  night  club.  “something.  shoot,  i  don’t  remember.  i  think  it’s  on  the  invite.”  she  chuckles,  pointing  the  envelope  sat  on  her  bed. 

[ofcdove]

ft. allie  ( @alliefm​ )  

     “  anyways,  i  think  you’re  going  to  have  a  blast.”  dove  says,  sat  at  her  vanity  mirror  she  brushes  on  soft  pink  shadow  onto  her  eyelid.  yet  another  night  were  she  decides  to  drag  one  of  her  friends  out  to  a  night  club ,  solely  to  get  herself  out  of  the  house  and  (  most  importantly  )  distracted.  with  so  much  in  the  gray  with  what  her  and  brodie  even  are  dove,  had  decided  to  pour  her  attention  into  her  friends  rather  than  sit  and  mull  over  the  situation  any   longer.  “oh,  i   almost  forgot!  there’s  a  shoe  box  by  the  door  over  there.  those  are  for  you” 

[ofcdove]

logcns replied to your chat “imessage  →  pirate boy”

The idea of leigh and normani in the same room makes my heart beat fast even if they are fighting

that is such a mood i think the universe would combust if that were to happen. too much power in one room. 

[ofcdove]

look how pretty uhg

[ofcdove]

im now tired got caught up playin sims... ik no one is surprised. 

hoooooow would y’all feel if i did a teeny tiny revamp of my muses tomorrow doe? i’m thinkin’ i’ll keep most of my plots BUT possibly shake things up? idk i like all my muses so dropping them isnt on the table gkdas

[ofcdove]

brodic‌

                     “emphasis on the empty,” brodie reminded dove with raised eyebrows, an expression on his features showing that he was still questioning this whole supposed adventure she had convinced him to join her on. right now, it was really just… a house with some scary decorations inside. sure, the animatronics could be turned on, but the celebrities that had been assigned to do the scaring were likely done with their shifts as well – just like dove was – with the carnival closing for the day. “but i told you i’d come, so i’m here,” he sighed. it wasn’t exactly a testament to his feelings for her (though that definitely helped). brodie was still a man of his word, to the best of his abilities, so despite his bigger desire to go home and just tinker with his instruments for the rest of the night, he wasn’t going to back out of this haunted house tour after he’d committed. plus, he wasn’t exactly complaining about the additional time with dove as just the two of them — a real interaction rather than something staged for the cameras.                     frowning, he loosened the bowtie even more until it fell to two ends on either side of his collarbone. “i don’t know about that,” he commented as he pulled the bowtie from his collar and shoved it into his pocket. “this uniform is fucking dumb.” he could make do with the stripes for the rest of the night, but the bowtie would have to go. “i think you should’ve kept the zombie makeup on though,” brodie teased, knowing it wasn’t exactly the first look dove would’ve picked for herself.

            dove  shakes  her  head  softly ,  “empty,  yes.  but  it’s  cool. ”   a  short  laugh  escapes  her.  “ and  i’m  glad  you  did. ”  she  says ,  a  faint  grin  pulling on  her  lips.  she could  tell  herself  all  she  wanted  that  this  was  something  she’d  tug  all  of  her  friends  into.  that  brodie  wasn’t  the  first  person  she  thought  of  for  this  childish  adventure,  wanting  to  claim  the  scout  just  turned   her  down.  this  wasn’t  her  trying  to  pick  up   any  chance  to  be  alone  with  brodie  and  away  from  cameras  or  watchful  eyes.  they’re  just  hanging  out.  dove  reminded  herself  that  all  of  this  is  just  lighthearted  fun  between  two  incredibly  platonic  people  with  no  chemistry  whatsoever.  “ plus  it’d  kinda  suck  if  you  stood  me  up.”              “it’s  cute.  i can’t   say  i  expected  to  see  you  in  such  a  bright  color,   though.”  she  rolls  her  eyes,  “ you  did  not  want  to  see  that  up  close.  i  looked...  disgusting.”   the  girl  emphasizes.  the  girl   obviously  prefers  full  glam   opposed  to  zombieifed  bride.     dove  gestures  behind  herself,  “  come  on.  before  security  finds  us  and   kicks  us  out. ”  

[ofcdove]

like  this  if  you  need  q’s  lmk !! 

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               of  course,  dove  wouldn’t  have  chosen  the  haunted  house  for  herself.  as  much  as  she  loved  a  good  scare  --  she  envied  scout  for  getting  to  be  at  the  kissing  booth .  at  least  he  didn’t  have  to  be  dressed  up  in  horrific  undead  makeup  for  the  entire  day.  thankfully,  though,  the  day  ended  soon  enough  and  finally  dove  could  look  forward  to  something.  she’d  swung  by  the  duck  game  a  few  times,  just  to  have  brief  conversation  with  brodie  (  batting  her  lashes  and  spending  a few  tickets  just  to  buy  herself  time  to  talk  to  him  for  a  little  while  longer ).  the  idea  struck  on  a  whim  as  she  complained  about  not  getting  to  see  the  haunted  house  in  it’s  totality   herself.  it’d  be  an  adventure  for  the  two  of  them.  granted  incredibly  silly, it  was  still  an  excuse  to  spend  more  time  with  brodie.             they’re  just  friends.  that’s  all  they’ll  ever  be.  dove’s  okay  with  that  (  or,  at  least  that’s  what  she’s  telling  herself ).          “ and  why  would  you  want  that?   miss  a  completely  empty  haunted  house?  now  how  lame  would  that  be?”  dove  replies  with  a  laugh,  closing  her  small  compact  mirror  after  making  sure  every  ounce  of  that  terrible  zombie  bride  makeup  was  gone.  sure  they’re  just  friends,  but  she  didn’t  want  to  look  totally  mortifying. “cute  bowtie,  by  the  way.  suits  you.”  she  teases. 

dove & brodie > closed starter for @ofcdove​

                     brodie was exhausted — not because his booth had been particularly draining (in terms of workload, he’d definitely gotten it easier than most, if not all, of his friends), but because of having to be on all day. while he could have a load of energy with close friends, smiling all day and interacting with strangers wasn’t exactly his favorite activity. the trail of crowds leaving the premises as he finished cleaning up so they would be ready to go the next day was a welcome sight, though it didn’t mean he was heading home any time soon. for some unknown reason to him, he’d let dove convince him to stick around for a bit as the carnival wrapped up. well, he knew why. he wanted to spend more time with her, away from the cameras without the ruse of pretending. just because he knew he couldn’t act on his feelings didn’t mean he couldn’t spend time with her, right? that’s what he reasoned with himself as he made his way across the grounds to the haunted house where dove was stationed. hands shoved in his pockets after loosening the uniform’s stupid bow tie, he joked dryly, “you know, i could already be halfway home by now,” as he spotted her out front.

[ofcdove]

@maevewrites: i see your haunted house and raise you "dress like a clown" @darlingxo

@darlingxo: @maevewrites i get dead bride. the irony in that is some real clownery

[ofcdove]

@darlingxo: .....haunted house? seriously?