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Love is finding your own happiness in the happiness of another.

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These two bring such a comfort. Even with the small thread of angst that ties them together, you still can’t help but feel the love they share between them. There’s a rawness to their dynamic that I enjoy so much and can’t wait for you to share more of them.

the car's in reverse, I'm gripping the wheel

- Dieter Bravo x ofc!Ava

-words 300-ish

-something in the orange universe. deleted scene or something. baby Dieter & Ava making questionable choices. for those who don't know, Conrad is Ava's grandfather and he's an asshole in every universe.

"You remember the day you left?"

She does. Vividly.

Sitting in the middle of his bed, criss-cross applesauce, wearing only one of his dress shirts half buttoned and falling off her shoulder, rolling joints she never planned to smoke while she waited.

He had been so excited to see her, so glad she was there. She'd known he would be because he knows she hates this house and the parties he throws and she's tired of the parade of beautiful people constantly traipsing through.

He smells like another woman and there's a lipstick smudge on his cheek and still she pulls him to her, drawing him down onto the bed, guiding him home and pretending she doesn't notice any of it.

It's later, sometime after the afterglow, her head on his chest his hand tangled in her hair when she mentions it.

"You could come with me."

She knows he won't, knows he'd be miserable, knows he'd end up hating her.

Dieter hums, like he always does, like he's pondering it, like it's just a game they're playing.

"Where would we go? New York, maybe? I'd like to try my hand at live theater."

Ava's turn to hum and ponder. Him taking Broadway by storm, her going to NYU maybe, a life and a place of their own.

And Conrad still a looming controlling figure, even from the other side of the country, his hands still all over Dieter's career and their lives.

And she knows even if she could convince him to go, it wouldn't be enough. She knows she'd be miserable, knows she'd end up hating him.

He's half asleep now, his fingers going lax in her hair, his breathing slow and steady. She's counting down.

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Beanie!Pedro 🖤

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Taylor Kealy