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Conversations with a Movie Star
Chapter 3 - And HBO
Pairing- Dieter Bravo x ofc!Ava
Word Count- 2.1K-ish
Warnings- I'm really not aware of any for this chapter? A little bit of foul language, one food mention, let me know if I missed anything
Author's Note- Technically still on hiatus but surprise!!, I finished something lol! I struggled a lot looking for connective tissue writing this and decided screw it, I'm just gonna put a bunch of scenes together and hope they still flow.....if this chapter had a theme song, it would be Myrtle Beach by Sunny Ledfurd and it would deserve it's own warnings, so I leave it to you to decide if you want to look it up, lol! Big thanks as always to @wildemaven for listening to me whine and supporting me as I figure out what I'm doing 💕
Ava falls into a routine over the next few days, one that as best as Dieter can tell is designed solely to drive him nuts. She's up early and over to the lobby, banging on the inner office door and yelling at him that the coffee's ready. When he manages to get off the couch- he really needs to stop crashing down here- and stumbles out to the lobby, she nags him about the whole lack of breakfast options situation.
And then she disappears for a few hours every day and Dieter goes back to sleep. Like a normal human being. It's like the goddamn Energizer bunny has infiltrated his space. She's just always doing something. It's exhausting.
He has brief moments where he misses the way Anika just worked around him and let him be and even if that was less tiring, he realizes it probably wasn't very healthy either. Ava is slowly breaking him out of the funk he's wasted the last two years of his life in and he'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit that part of him, a larger part than he maybe realized, enjoys having a purpose again. Even a small one.
She's already bullied him into cleaning up the back office, moving furniture and desks and filing cabinets for fucks sake, like he's used to this kind of manual labor all because she thinks it should be a functional space and not just his own personal little man cave.
"You can keep your big squishy sofa and your precious tv and your absolutely ridiculous hippo coffee table. But we're gonna keep them over there," gesturing to one half of the room. "And then over here, people can work."
And then she'd proceeded to go through all seven million filing cabinets she'd made him move- full of old tax records, and licenses and invoices and God only knows what else and then she hit paydirt, if you're into that kinda thing, which apparently she is. Scrapbooks and photographs and the original blueprints for the hotel.
"They always wanted a pool," Dieter muses, looking at the blueprints. "It was never in the budget. And they wouldn't take my money."
"You could do it now. In the off season if you wanted. Nothing stopping you," Ava shrugs.
She's right. He could. He tucks that thought away for later.
"Hey, Miss Rose?" Dieter asks from the doorway of Ava's room. "That woman staying here, the reporter, she bothering you?"
"No, baby, she just asked me some questions and took my picture. Said she's writing a book."
"A book?"
"Not about you, baby. She called it slice of life. Whatever that means," Rose laughs.
"Oh," Dieter relaxes a little bit but makes a mental note to ask Ava about that later. "What do you think of her?"
"You know the rules, baby. You wanna talk, you have to help me work."
Dieter does know the rules. Rose has been working at the motel since before his mom dumped him here and it's always been the same, if he wanted to hang around and pester her or any of the other housekeeping staff, he had to make himself useful.
Dieter sighs but he dutifully steps into the room and grabs the other side of the sheet she's just tossed on the bed.
"So, Ava?"
"You like her, baby?" Rose grins. She's always been able to read him like an open book and this time is no exception.
"Maybe," he admits sheepishly as they finish making the bed. "Which is just dumb right? It's not like she's staying, she's only here a couple weeks."
"Oh, I think you could sway her if you wanted to. That girl's looking for roots. She'd be a good fit for you, baby. Keep you on your toes."
"You think so?" He asks absently as he picks up various perfume bottles and lotions on her dresser, giving them all a sniff before sitting them back down and moving on to the next thing. He opens a drawer full of silky lacy underthings and his brain short circuits. Is this the kind of thing she's wearing under those tiny shorts he spends way too much time imagining peeling her out of? Good Lord.
"I did," Rose says, reaching over him to slam the drawer closed, barely giving him time to get his fingers out of the way. "But if you don't stop going through her underwear, I'm going to tell her you're a creep and she should stay away from you. What is wrong with you, Dieter Anthony! I swear you were raised better than to snoop through a guests things."
Dieter holds his hands up in surrender and starts backing out of the room, he knows when he's been beaten.
"Hey, DB, come play tourist with me."
"What?"
"You never leave the hotel, come play tourist with me. It'll be fun. We'll go to Peaches, get some hot dogs first."
"I was getting ready to watch Harvey," he whines.
"We can watch Harvey tonight. For the seven thousandth time. Please, Dieter?"
"We can't just leave the place unattended."
"It won't be unattended, Austin's here."
"Who the fuck is Austin?"
"Your new afternoon front desk help. You're welcome."
Dieter scrambles off the sofa and peeks out at the reservation desk and the scrawny sun-bleached blonde currently chilling with his feet up on the counter before turning back to Ava.
"You can't just go around hiring people and he looks like a bum!" He stage whispers.
"You're one to talk," Ava snorts. "He's not a bum. He's a lifeguard. And someone has to hire people around here."
"What do you even know about this person?"
"A lot. We hang out. He's saving up so he can go work at a ski resort this winter. Teach kids how to snowboard. He's cool. And smarter than he looks." Ava grabs Dieter's hand and drags him out of the office. "Now let's go."
Dieter reluctantly shuffles along behind her, glaring at Austin the whole time and the kid offers him a big bright white smile.
"Hey, Ava, check it!" Austin yells as they pass, pointing at the computer screen. "Spider solitaire! I can play, right?"
"Myrtle Beach, Myrtle Beach, Myrtle Beach. Goddamn, I love Myrtle Beach!" Ava sings as they walk along the boardwalk and Dieter laughs.
"No, do not get that stuck in my head, Ava. I'm begging you."
"Ha! But you know it, don't you? C'mon. It's so appropriate. You might've passed on the airbrushed tee-shirt but I saw you grab the saltwater taffy and it's bike week and we're missing the Pavilion."
"Everyone will always miss the Pavilion," Dieter agrees, looking towards the empty space that his mind's eye still fills in with the large sand-colored building that had stood there for most of his life. The shade and cool relief it offered from the scorching sun, the sounds of the arcade and the million games of skeeball played, tickets won and traded in for silly trinkets.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Dieter asks and Ava nods, leaning against the boardwalk railing and giving him her full attention. "I flew in to watch the demolition and cried like a baby the whole flight back to LA. No one knows that, I didn't tell anyone I was here. Not even my grandparents. I just....I didn't have a lot of friends growing up here, I was always the weird kid. But the couple I did have, we spent so much time at the arcade or the amusement park. The rickety ass roller coasters and the ancient carousel. Even just sitting at the fucking organ shooting the shit. I know they moved some of it, but it's not the same. It'll never be the same."
Ava studies him, lost in his thoughts, staring at an empty lot and seeing only the past. She likes this side of him. She likes how real he's been with her about things, not just today, but his willingness in general to humor her and answer all her questions about himself and his family and the motel and she impulsively leans in and kisses his cheek bringing his attention back to her.
"What was that for?" He grins.
"Just a thank you. For sharing that with me. So one secret deserves another, right?" She laces her fingers through his and pulls him a little ways down the boardwalk, stopping in front of the Gay Dolphin. "Behold- my most favorite place at the beach."
"Ava, no," he laughs. "Why here?"
"It's an institution, right? A testament to all that is cheap and tacky. The ultimate tourist trap," she smiles at him as they walk inside and Dieter swears his knees actually go weak. "It's cluttered and messy and an absolutely delightful maze of levels to get lost in and you never know what's around the next corner. Will it be novelty ashtrays shaped like sandcastles or porcelain clown figurines for some insane reason? You just never know! It's an adventure!"
Dieter's toying with the shark tooth necklace Ava insisted he just had to have- one of many "treasures" they left the Gay Dolphin loaded down with- running his fingers along the soft leather cord, feeling the rough edges and point of the tooth and then back up the cord while the credits for Harvey play out on the television screen and he knows any second now Ava will lift her head off his shoulder, stretch, and tell him she should go and he realizes he doesn't want her to.
He never really does, but it's different today, it's more than not wanting to be alone, left to his own devices. It's her. He wants her company. He wants her bright eyes and warm laughter, the way she teases him and banters without giving a shit about who he is, or who the rest of the world thinks he is. This whole ridiculous day of playing tourist with her has been the best day he's had in a long time and he's not ready for it to end.
"Hey, Ava, do you wanna have sex with me?" He blurts it out of a long ingrained habit but it's not really what he means and he struggles to explain. "I mean....just like you don't have to go....do you want to stay?"
Ava picks her head up to study him and then she grins, turning to slide a leg over him and settling herself squarely in his lap. Dieter trails his hands up her thighs, the way he's imagined countless times, tucking his fingertips right under the ragged hem of her shorts while she wraps her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair and holy shit, he didn't ever imagine that would actually work on her.
"I really had a lot of fun today, but not tonight, movie star," Ava laughs. And then she kisses him. Soft. Sweet. Testing the waters. And God yes, is he receptive. And then she's pulling away way entirely too soon to suit him and he kinda hates the groan of disappointment that escapes him as she gathers her things and leaves the office.
Seems like she's always walking away and he's just sitting here like a dumb ass watching her.
"That's not a hard no?" He yells after her and the sound of her laughter floats back to him. He'll take it.
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The Knight & His Queen: Part 2
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Dieter Bravo x OFC
Summary: While looking for the perfect Christmas gift for his niece, Dieter Bravo finds himself in a small mystic shop, owned by the sweet and eccentric Amina. After an impromptu tarot reading with unexpected and surprising results, the two quickly find themselves entranced by each other.
Warnings: Spicy language, alcohol consumption, smut, & mentions of drug use. Mystical topics such as tarot readings, spirit guides, chakras, etc. Dieter Bravo comes with his own warnings.
Chapter Quote:
“Get it together Bravo.”
Dieter POV
As I sat at the table not paying attention to anything happening on stage and trying to get the server’s attention to refill my glass of wine, my mind kept coming back to one thing…the girl from the shop. Amina. She was unlike anything I had ever seen with her long silky dark hair and eyes that looked like the moon. She was invading every inch of my brain and entering my bloodstream, stronger and with more force than any drug I had ever consumed. She wasn’t the type of person I was normally attracted to. She seemed sweet, but also a little quirky. Definitely not the usual self-centered type that typically found their way into my life.
When I first saw Amina this morning through the shop window and she smiled at Ava, my entire body started to tingle. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Something about her was pulling me in, like twin astronomical objects stuck in each other’s gravitational orbit, the other half to my binary star system. I wanted to go inside immediately but thought against it since Ava was with me. She didn’t need to see her uncle dissolve into a bumbling mess over a pretty lady. She would have never let me live that down.
Ava’s Christmas request did give me a reason to go back to the shop, which I was delighted over. I decided to swing back by after dropping her off with her mom, knowing there was a possibility that it might make me late for the benefit fundraiser that I was currently suffering through. Between the uncomfortable chair that was causing my lower back to feel like it was about to snap in half and the stuck up ass holes I had been seated with, it gave me all the more reason to focus my thoughts on Amina, with the occasional intrusive thought telling me I should have taken a couple more edibles before I left the house.
As the next musical act took the stage, a server passed by. I waved my hand to get his attention, finally getting a refill. As he was about to walk away to the next table, I told him to leave the bottle, realizing it was nearly full. I didn’t want to have to flag somebody down again. He briefly resisted, but finally handed it over to avoid a scene. Sitting the bottle down on the table in front of me, I chanced a look around and noticed the lady across the table from me giving a disapproving look. I smiled and held up my overly full glass in a toast toward her. She rolled her eyes and turned back toward the stage. “Huh. Tough crowd,” I mumbled to myself. The bottle of wine and thoughts of Amina were the only things that could get me through tonight.
My mind kept circling back to the tarot reading. I had never considered doing a reading before, but I had a strange urge to do it when I saw the sign. My compulsive nature not allowing me to leave the shop without it. The reading itself blew my mind, of course. It really had me reevaluating everything I thought I knew about myself and what I wanted in my future, but it was Amina’s reaction to it that really stuck with me. I felt like there was something she was holding back, but I wasn’t sure what. It made me feel uneasy, but also giddy about the possibility of additional prospects.
As I refilled my third glass of wine, I considered the weird electricity I had felt between us. Was that just my imagination? I felt like she could feel it too by the way she kept looking at me. Especially when I shook her hand…or maybe she just recognized who I was? Is that how she knew I was a Leo? I had so many fucking questions and it was starting to give me a headache. Or maybe it was all the wine and edibles mixing badly.
Before today, I had given up on the idea of love. My past relationships were full of turmoil and drama. Most people just used me for money or notoriety. Once they got what they wanted, they were off to their next great adventure leaving me behind without a second thought. All of those experiences had hardened me, making me question people’s motives at every turn. It had sort of turned me into a pessimistic asshole. These days I prefer to spend my time alone and high, with the exception of family time. My sister and niece were the only two I actually enjoyed being around. I wondered if I could add Amina to that short list? She seemed different, not corrupted by the business…a normal person. She probably wouldn’t want to be pulled into this world though. She seemed too pure and gentle for it.
Movement in my left periphery pulled me out of my thoughts. One of my crazy exes was eyeing me from where she stood a few tables over. I exhaled rather loudly before spitting out an annoyed “Fuck.” The asshats sitting next me at the table turned, giving me a confused look. I grabbed my glass and the bottle of wine and made a beeline for the first door I saw before she had the chance to come over and talk to me. When I walked through the door, I was met by a flurry of activity from the servers. This was obviously an area I wasn’t supposed to be in.
The server that had left the bottle of wine appeared in front of me with a frustrated look, “Mr. Bravo, you can’t be back here. This area is not for guests.”
“I don’t fucking care. I can’t be out there. Where’s the exit?”
He raised his brows at me before answering, “The way you came.”
“No…no, no. There has to be another one. Fire code says so. Take me to it…please.” He stood there, giving me a dismissive look. I clearly needed a different approach, “My crazy ex is out there looking for me. I can’t talk to her. She’ll want to come home with me, and I’ll probably let her because I’m a fucking idiot. Don’t enable me…please.”
I could see his resolve crumbing, “Alright, fine. Come on.” I followed him through the kitchen area to the exit at the back that led out to an alley lined with several dumpsters. I drained my glass before handing it to the young man but kept the bottle of wine. Shaking his head at me, he disappeared back inside. I figured I had been at the event long enough, so I called my driver to come get me to take me home.
When I got home, I still had Amina on the brain and got the sudden urge to paint. I didn’t even bother changing out of my dress clothes before starting on a fresh canvas in the corner of my bedroom. I had an image in my head that I needed to get out even if I wasn’t exactly sure what it was. It was a swirl of light blue, navy, deep red, and a touch of yellow. And there were shapes too…circles and half-moons of varying sizes in a bronze color. It was the most bizarre thing. I finished off the bottle of wine as I painted. Eventually getting hot and stripping down to my boxer briefs, scattering the rather expensive clothes around the room and probably getting paint on them in my drunken state. By the time 3AM rolled around, I was running out of steam. I crawled into bed, still covered in paint.
I awoke the next morning to the hot sun streaming in through the French doors. As I lay there, I had an urge to go back to the shop today. I wanted to see Amina again. I wanted to get to know her. I reached for my phone and started scrolling Instagram as I always do when I first wake up. As I was trying to think through my next steps, a post from the Griffith Observatory caught my attention. There was going to be a meteor shower tomorrow night. I started toying with the idea of going there to view the event so I could use their telescopes since I didn’t have any other plans. Maybe I could take Ava…she loved that stuff.
I sat up quickly. “Wait...Maybe…that’s an amazing idea,” I said out loud to myself. I could ask Amina to go. She would be into that stuff, right? I nearly tripped over the blankets tangled around my legs as I jumped up out of bed to go shower. Afterwards, I tried to tame my messy locks, but I wasn’t sure how well I succeeded. At least it looked like it was supposed to be that way on purpose. I threw on a navy and gray plaid button up shirt, leaving the top few buttons open and rolling up the sleeves, paired with dark wash jeans. I looked somewhat put together and even added a little cologne. Satisfied with my appearance, I popped a couple of edibles to chill my ass out, grabbed my wallet, phone, sunglasses, and keys before heading out the door.
I wasn’t sure what time the shop opened, but it was nearing 11 AM when I parked the car. I figured it had to be open by now. I could feel the nervousness creeping in. I couldn’t remember the last time I had actually asked someone out on a real date and planned it. Most of the time I would just end up leaving an event or a party with someone and stay with them for several days or until they got whatever they needed from me. That’s just how the Hollywood lifestyle worked, and I was over it months ago. It did nothing but cause me grief.
As I approached the shop from across the street, I could see the neon ‘open’ sign glowing in the front window. I could feel my heart rate picking up, realizing that this felt like foreign territory to me. I wasn’t even sure what to say to her. It was probably better I didn’t think too hard about it, or I would end up chickening out. Besides, I was just doing what the cards said. Seeing the opportunity and taking the leap.
Thinking of the card reading stopped me in my tracks, “Fuck” I whispered to myself, backing against the brick wall of the building. I hadn’t considered the card reading. Knowing what the reading implied…that could be a lot of pressure and weird as hell. Should I just stroll in and say, ‘Oh hi, I think you're my soulmate the cards spoke of?’ I was suddenly starting to feel like this was a bad idea, like she would think I was nuts.
I was about to turn and go back to my car when movement from across the street caught my attention. I watched as the shop door opened and Amina stepped outside to hold the door for an elderly woman carrying a bag and walking with a cane. They were both smiling and obviously having a pleasant exchange as the older woman slowly made her way down the small ramp from the door. Amina clearly had a kind heart and cared about others. However, it wasn’t her actions that currently held my attention, but what she was wearing; flared jeans, brown clogs, and a deep red sleeveless duster over a shirt with bell sleeves. It was the shirt that stood out to me, specifically the design on it. A swirl of light blue, navy, dark red, with a hint of yellow, just like my painting from last night.
“What the fuck? No way.”
That had to be a sign, right? My feet started moving toward the shop without my permission. I momentarily paused before opening the door, taking a deep breath to try and calm my nerves, but it didn’t seem to do anything to help.
I huffed out, “Get it together Bravo.” Like that was supposed to do something.
When I entered, I didn’t immediately see anyone. So, I started browsing through the book section, occasionally peeking around to look for Amina. I thought I could hear hushed voices coming from the back before Amina stumbled through the beaded curtains, looking back with an annoyed expression on her face. I raised an eyebrow in her direction with a smirk on my face. She looked flustered, which I found to be adorable. As her eyes met mine, she smiled sweetly, walking toward me.
“Dieter, you’re back so soon? I don’t…have the mockup ready yet…”
My eyes widened at her words. Fuck, I didn’t even think about that. I didn’t want her to feel rushed.
“No, sorry…sorry, I’m not here for that. I wouldn’t expect you to have it ready that quickly.”
She rubbed her hand across her forehead, “Whew, ok good.”
We both chuckled before she continued, “Is there something I can help you with then?”
“Umm…”
She gave me a questioning look, a small smile playing on her lips. And her eyes…fuck, I could get lost in them. I couldn’t look away. They were the most beautiful shade of gray with flecks of another color I couldn’t exactly pinpoint. Maybe a darker shade of gray? Blue? They reminded me of the lunar surface. Divine, almost otherworldly. I wasn’t sure how long I stood there staring like an idiot with my mouth hanging open, but it was long enough for her to fill the silence. She pinched her brows together, clearly confused by my reaction.
“Are you looking for specific reading material?” She nodded toward the book in my hand.
“Umm…” Use your words Bravo. “No, nothing specific. Umm, I do like learning about astrology though. I noticed these yesterday and wanted to come check them out…Do you have any recommendations?”
I noticed her eyes flick down, like she was looking me over with a smirk on her face. Was she checking me out? Fucking hell. I have no idea what I’m doing.
“Any of them are good. I don’t put anything on the shelf that I haven’t read myself. It just depends on the specific topic you’re looking for really.”
“Oh, well I’ll just browse then.” I was almost positive the smile I gave her was ridiculous looking.
She nodded, “Right. Well…let me know if you have any questions and I would be happy to help.” She smiled, hesitating for a second before she walked back toward the register.
I stood there flipping through books for way longer than I should have, occasionally stealing quick glances toward Amina at the register. It looked like she was doing something on a laptop, but there were a couple of times I felt like I had caught her quickly looking away from me.
I eventually grabbed a couple of random books from the shelf to purchase. I hadn’t really looked at any of them and had no idea what was in my hand. I made my way around the shop, taking my time to look at every inch of the place while I tried to decide on my next step. There was so much I wanted to buy, but I didn’t want to look like a weirdo. I did grab the incense burner I had seen the previous day. I had a thing for wolves, so it went with my vibe. I still hadn’t decided on a plan of action by the time I got up to the register, but I couldn’t stall anymore without looking like a creep. When I sat everything down on the counter, Amina started shuffling through the books I had grabbed. She held one up, biting her lip slightly before asking, “Did you find everything you were looking for?”
I was momentarily distracted by her bottom lip tucked between her teeth before I looked over to the book in her hand, which was called The Astrology of Sex. What a fucking idiot. That’s a great impression. I could feel my mouth drop open as my face heated. I knew I had to be turning red.
“Oh…umm. I didn’t mean to grab that. I-I meant to get the one beside it…I think…”
Her smile widened, “I mean, it’s an interesting read.” She chuckled. “You wanna swap it out…for the correct one?”
I wish she hadn't said that. The thought of her reading a book about sex was sending signals directly to my dick.
I let out a breathy laugh, “I mean, if you say it’s a good read, I’ll give it a try on your recommendation.”
She smiled at me as she started ringing everything up. The way she looked at me was making my heart beat out of my chest. I tried to look everywhere but at her, yet somehow the pendant on the long chain around her neck still caught my attention. It was copper, an elongated oval with different half-moon shapes above and below a full circle stamped into the metal. It was the same shapes that I couldn’t get out of my head last night.
“That pendant on your necklace, what are those shapes?”
She glanced down, lifting it so I could get a better look. “Oh, it's the different moon phases.”
“Huh…” I was a little stunned. “That’s interesting...”
I looked away, trying to process this new bit of information. Was this the universe's way of pushing me to ask her out? I was beginning to feel the pressure bearing down on me. I started tapping on the counter, then realized Amina had said something that I missed.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” I felt like such a jackass. I had completely spaced out on her.
She raised her brows at me and pointed toward green numbers on the register, “Your total.”
“Oh, right. Sorry.” I pulled out my wallet and handed her my credit card. Her fingers brushed lightly against mine as she took it, causing my entire body to buzz with electricity. I wasn’t ready to leave, but I didn’t know what else to say. I noticed a small display for chakra bracelets next to the register.
“What’s a chakra?” I legitimately didn’t know. Hopefully I wasn’t about to make an ass of myself again.
She looked up at me through her lashes as she bagged everything, a smirk on her face. My breath hitched slightly at the sight.
“It’s a belief that originates from early Hinduism that we have different energy disks that we should maintain and keep open. Each one corresponds with different parts of the body. There are seven of them.”
She pulled a chart out that had seven different colored circles and each one had a name related to a power. I scanned down the list; Crown, Third Eye, Throat, Heart, Solar Plexus, Sacral, and Root.
Picking one at random I asked, “What’s the Sacral Chakra do?”
She raised her brow at me before smiling, “It’s related to creativity and sexuality.”
My head dropped as I squeezed my eyes shut. Of course it is. I should just stop now before I embarrass myself any further. I chuckled before meeting her eyes again. She seemed amused but continued with her explanation.
“There are stones that relate to each Chakra. When you wear them, it helps with healing and balance. Allowing your energies to flow freely.”
She grabbed one of the bracelets from the display, unclasping it before reaching for my arm and closing it around my wrist next to the others I was currently wearing, “That’s on the house….to add to your collection. The brownish-red stone is called Carnelian. It’s the Sacral stone.”
Her fingertips brushed down the side of mine as she pulled away, leaving a searing heat where they touched. A slight smile playing at the edge of her lips over her teasing words.
I was almost certain I felt my heart skip a beat when she glanced back up at me. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t move. I just stood there with a dumbstruck grin on my face staring at her. I finally managed to mumble out my thanks before clumsily grabbing the bags and turning toward the exit, chastising myself for allowing the moment to pass without asking her out. I walked all the way back to my car and got in. Sitting there replaying every detail of that interaction and hating myself for failing at my mission and acting like a dumbass.
I couldn’t go back now without it being weird. I had completely blown that opportunity. I sighed as I stared at the bag in the passenger seat. A low chuckle escaped my lips as I realized I bought the incense burner but didn’t get any incense to burn. Was I really about to go back in there? Yes, I fucking was.
Before I had time to talk myself out of it, I was walking through the shop entrance again. Amina looked up from her laptop, her eyebrows pinching together, obviously confused as to why I was back. I gave an awkward wave in her direction.
“Sorry to bother you again. I got to the car and realized I forgot to get incense…to go with the burner.”
Her face softened as a smile formed on her plump lips, “Ahh, perhaps I should have asked if you needed any to save you the trip.”
She walked around from behind the counter, “I have several to choose from over here. Do you know which scent you’re looking for?”
I chuckled, “I’ve heard incense can be good to mask the smell of weed. So, whatever is good for that.”
She quirked an eyebrow at me, laughing quietly at my reasoning. Hopefully that wasn’t something that bothered her.
“It can depend on the strain you’re masking, but usually vanilla is a good cover for any of them. If it’s something on the stronger side, Patchouli works well. Sandalwood, citrus, and lavender are effective for the weaker strains.”
I nodded along, but I was only half listening. Instead, I was wondering what she smelled like... and I was dying to touch the silky tendrils of hair laying across her face.
“Umm, what’s your preference?” Was the only response I could think of. I wasn’t sure if I had blinked since she started speaking. I was completely entranced by her.
She smiled, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, “I prefer the softer scents of vanilla and citrus myself.”
She pulled a pack of each from the display, holding them up for me to smell. I briefly wondered if I would find similar scents on her skin as I inhaled each of them.
“Those do smell nice. I’ll go with them,” I nodded, happy with that decision.
“Anything else you forgot?” She raised her brows in a questioning gesture.
I laughed nervously, “I don’t think so. If I did, I’ll just come right back again.”
She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, fighting a smile as she walked toward the register.
Fucking hell Bravo, just do it already.
I cleared my throat as I approached, nervously drumming my fingers on the counter as I worked up the courage to ask her.
“Amina, umm…” Her eyes snapped to mine. She seemed surprised by my casual use of her name.
I exhaled slowly. No stopping now.
“Are you free tomorrow night?” She looked momentarily stunned by my question. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” I continued, blurting it out at her. It was not the best delivery.
“Umm, does it have to be tomorrow? I do have work…”
Fuck. I didn’t think that through. I felt hot all of a sudden, flushed. My ears were starting to ring from the blood pounding in them. Then the word vomit started.
“No…no it doesn’t have to be tomorrow. It’s just…there’s a meteor shower tomorrow night and I figured we could go to the observatory and use their telescopes to watch it and look at other things too…since it’s supposed to be a clear night. I thought it might be something you would enjoy doing with me? If not, we can totally do something else another day too if you prefer?”
Before she could respond, we were interrupted by the same girl from yesterday busting through the beaded curtain.
“Mina, I can close tomorrow. Go. That sounds like a good time.” The girl winked and nudged her shoulder against Amina’s to emphasize some unspoken words between them. Clearly, she had been listening.
Amina stood staring at me, looking conflicted. I could feel my heart sinking into my stomach at the realization that she was probably going to turn me down. I had nothing to lose at this point, so I might as well go for it.
“I realize the whole thing with the card reading yesterday probably makes this a little weird…but, I really would like an opportunity to get to know you better. If it matters, I did want to come in and talk to you the second I saw you in the window yesterday morning.”
Amina’s eyes widened with that new bit of information. I felt it was important that she knew I was interested before the reading. I didn’t want her to think I was blindly asking just because of the cards.
She let out a controlled breath, “Ok…yeah. That sounds like fun actually.”
She suddenly seemed shy as she smiled up at me. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“Yeah?” She nodded. “That’s amazing. Awesome.” I couldn’t help the goofy grin I knew I had plastered on my face.
“Give me your phone,” she said suddenly. I fished it out of my pocket, unlocking it before handing it over to her.
“Here’s my number. I’ll text you my address. Pick me up at six if that time works?”
I nodded maybe a little too enthusiastically, “That sounds perfect.”
When she handed my phone back, I glanced at her contact information, noticing she listed her details under ‘Mina - The Mystic Shop Girl’. She must have noticed how I had names listed in my contacts and I loved that she went along with it. I looked up at her with a smirk. She was fighting a smile too as she went back to ringing up my purchase that I had completely forgotten about. We completed the transaction in a comfortable silence. Both of us stealing glances at each other with small smiles on our faces throughout. Once I finished paying, I gave her a nod of thanks as I turned to leave.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I added over my shoulder, still smiling like a fool as I excited the shop.
I felt like I could have done a little jig as I walked back to my car. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this excited about something. Today was a good day and tomorrow was going to be even fucking better.
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Sunday | Week In Review I
So in order to try and be consistent with this, I’ve kept a running Notes page open to keep track of my week.
As I mentioned last week, I don’t expect this every week, I am me. But I am going to keep trying to make an effort to support my fellow creators.
If there’s something you’ve enjoyed this week, please feel to reblog this and tag me so I can check it out and share 💙
Also, not that I feel it needs to be said, but this is a reflection of what I have personally read and enjoyed.
B x
Truly Betty Updates This Week…
New York Part I (Marcus Pike x f!reader)
Fics I Enjoyed This Week…
Conversations with a Movie Star | Chapter 1 by @gnpwdrnwhiskey
Even if you’re not a fan of Dieter Bravo, the dialogue in this alone is worth checking out this opening chapter for this new fic. Ava is an OFC down on her luck after being fired, from her families paper no less, and has stumbled across the Bravo Inn… I’ll let Lellen’s writing do the rest
Stripper Jack Trilogy | P. III by @psychedelic-ink
The conclusion of maybe the definitive trilogy of trilogies? I don’t think anyone had Stripper Jack on their 2023 bingo cards, but he’s earned his space and I won’t have any arguments on it.
Hungry Hearts | Chapter by @atinylittlepain
Not many Joel AU’s I’ll jump into, but Bruce Springsteen and Joel Miller? Signed myself the fuck up for that as soon as it was announced. The unfolding of Joel and Cherry's relationship in the summer of '86 against them running back into one another 17 years later is such a great dynamic.
Fall Apart Again | Chapter 1 + 2 by @wildemaven
Heidi spoiled us this week, with not one, but TWO chapters of her new Joel fanfic. I don’t think I’ve gotten so emotional over an opening chapter to a fic before like I did with this one! Then the second chapter? Just bury me now… but actually don’t, I want to see the end of this fic first!
The Layover | Chapter 9 by @goodwithcheese
How did Megan describe her fanfics? Hallmark movies with smut? She's not wrong. This whole series so far has been a rollercoaster of emotions and keeps delivering each week without fail. Not only are you rooting for Reader + Frankie, but Jules and Santiago anyone? Or maybe just Jules herself because she's just the boss.
Late Night Texts | Chapter 9 by @mvtthewmurdvck
I think it's safe to say it's fanfics like Late Night Texts that have got me back in my rom-com/hopeless romantic era. I don't want to give too much away if you've not had the pleasure of reading this - but it has all the hallmarks of a good rom-com set on the backdrop of the early 2000s and with Javier Peña. If you're like me and still trying to make your way through Narcos or haven't watched it yet - please don't let it stop you, you won't be sorry!
A Little FaceTime by @stardustandskycrystals
I’m still thinking about this fic days later and may have gone back to read it again. Trust me, just read this - you don’t need an explanation or reason, just read it. Even if Javi isn’t your jam (wasn’t on my list before, that’s all changed now) - it won’t disappoint!
Things I’m Looking Forward to Starting…
Decoherence by @prolix-yuy
Westworld and Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels crossover, yes, please! It is also reminding me that I never finished season one and should do something about it…
Pleased to Meet You by @intheorangebedroom
This is a constant on my dash and on my TBR pile for a while with so many good comments - also getting into my Frankie era, so it’s perfect timing!
The Pilot & His Girl by @avastrasposts
Been waiting to savour this one! So you’ve got the Last of Us and you’ve got Triple Frontier, two of my favourite things… what happens when you mush them together? You get a wild ride through the outbreak with Frankie & Reader - I cannot wait to get into this!
Visiting by @ladamedusoif
This is another regular on my dash and on my TBR that I’m hoping to get stuck into this week. A college AU of Mr. Ben from the SNL sketch. Fully fleshed out and on the backdrop of New England, I’m ready to get swept away with this promise of a slow burn.
The House by @gemmahale
A Jack Daniels x OFC (Best Friend) series coming soon focusing on a long-lost friendship, an inheritance, and Jack sounding like the scallion he is? Cannot wait.
Posts I Enjoyed This Week…
@rhoorl’s announcement of their Triple Frontier AU, Delta Landscaping with mood board and logo! The residents of Tumblr won’t know what’s hit the neighbourhood when they roll into town!
Thanks to @gnpwdrnwhiskey I will never look at baby hippos without thinking of Dieter Bravo
Everyone’s participation in the WIP poll tag game, it was so fun to see my dash just filled with so many creative people and so many amazing ideas! It was a neat peek into everyone’s draft folders!
Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…
Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse - FINALLY got to see it this week, and it did not disappoint. Have not stopped thinking about it since!
My rom-com era has returned, and I’m deep into embracing my forgotten love of a good rom-com. So far this week it’s been The Lake House, You’ve Got Mail & Always Be My Baby. Also it gave way to a Keanu Reeves appreciation post, come share your favourite Keanu!
This Week’s Song…
Went waaaayyyy back for this one, an amazing album too - the Sterephonics are one of my favourite bands of all time 🩶
Hope everyone has a great Sunday & here's to a new week!
Please feel free to share your own favourites from the week or what you're looking forward to this week - not a tag game, so no pressure for you to share if you're not feeling it ❤️ xx
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Southern Inhospitality
Pairing - Dieter Bravo x ofc!Ava
Word Count - 1.7K
Warnings - God, I don't even know. Mentions of food, mentions of tense family gatherings and insecurities, just general Thanksgiving family gathering vibes....oh and also, hopefully Rhett & Scarlett don't mind I borrowed a few lines
Author's Note - this takes place like a year or two in the future of where Dieter and Ava currently are in the main story but it's pretty spoiler free. Big big thanks to @tinytinymenace for sending me this prompt for a first sentence fic thing. And to @wildemaven and @trulybetty as usual for cheerleading me through this lol! 💕
As he stepped on the escalator and descended into the arrivals terminal, he thought to himself, "this is the dumbest idea I've ever had."
Okay, maybe not the dumbest. He's Dieter Bravo, he's done a lot of dumb shit in his life. But this probably ranks right up there.
And Ava hadn't exactly invited him but when they'd talked the previous evening, she had said she missed him and that was pretty much the same thing right?
Besides, she'd sounded so miserable back in her family's clutches, it was like his duty or whatever to sweep in and rescue her. The last time she sounded that withdrawn- well, he doesn't like to think about it, but he'll be damned if they ever repeat it. Time for him to step up and white knight this shit.
He's starting to second guess the whole idea though as the Uber makes its way up the long oak lined drive, the massive magnolia tree taking up the majority of the front yard coming into view before the actual house does.
"Goddamn," he whispers to himself as the car comes to a halt in front of a true southern plantation house- fucking columns, gleaming black shutters, coach lights, rocking chairs and all.
What the hell has he gotten himself into he wonders as grabs his bag from the Uber and makes his way up the steps to the imposing front door and ringing the bell.
He's halfway expecting the door to be answered by a housekeeper or a butler or some shit and is surprised when it swings open to reveal a pre-teen boy in perfectly pressed khakis and a polo.
"Yeah?" The kid says nonchalantly, more interested in the phone in his hand than the actual guest at the door and Dieter catches a glimpse of chipped glitter nail polish as the boy's fingers fly over the keys.
"I'm looking for Ava. Ava Greene? Is this the right place?" He asks, sliding his Ray-Bans down his nose and trying to peer behind the kid into the house. "Or like the right fucking century? They know the south lost right?"
The kid looks up at Dieter and flashes him a mischievous grin and suddenly Dieter sees the family resemblance. At least he knows he's at the right house. Must be one of Drew's spawn.
"The news of the fall of the Confederacy has not yet reached the man of the house. We fear, due to his advanced age and frail condition, such a staggering blow may cause him to expire."
Dieter snorts out a laugh and the kid smiles even wider. "Welcome to Oak Hill," he says with a dramatic bow. "Please, do step inside and join us on this day when we celebrate the most problematic of American holidays."
"Harry! Who's at the door? You didn't let the Jehovah's Witnesses in again, did you??" Ava's voice comes from somewhere further in the house and Dieter finds himself automatically stepping inside as if drawn to her.
"They're actually here for you," Harry calls over his shoulder. "Something about how you've been living in sin with a cad and a scoundrel."
"Haha," Ava laughs. "Very funny, smart ass. Seriously, who's here?"
"Seriously, it's for you. Come see."
The tapping of heels on hardwood flooring comes closer and Dieter thinks maybe he's stepped not only into the wrong century but also into a completely alternate reality- Ava- his messy, wonderful, Converse wearing Ava, in heels?
His gaze starts at her feet as she comes into view and hot damn, she really is wearing a killer pair of pumps, then some long swirly plaid skirt he doesn't have a name for, crisp white button up, pearls at her ears and throat, hair pulled back in a complicated looking up-do.
"Harry, everyone I know is already here...." And then she catches sight of him standing behind Harry and he grins at the surprised expression on her face. "Dieter-- what are you doing here? What about your meeting?"
"I rescheduled. I should've never agreed anyway," he shrugs, reaching out to pull her into his arms and she goes willingly. "I shouldn't have let you come here by yourself."
"I told you it was fine, that'd I'd be fine," she says as she wraps her arms around him and leans into him. "I'm mostly fine."
"You're not fine, look at you," Dieter laughs, pulling away enough to hook a finger in the vee of her shirt, accidentally on purpose undoing one more tiny button and sneaking a peak. "You have a bra on. I didn't even know you owned one."
Ava snorts out a laugh and melts back into him, tucking her face into his neck and nipping at the skin there. "Behave, Bravo. We're amongst civilized company here."
"I'll try, but you do look like every sexy librarian fantasy I've ever had," Dieter whispers into her ear, hands sliding down her back to rest on the curve of her ass.
"You're an idiot," Ava whispers back, holding on to him a little bit tighter. "But I'm so glad you're here."
"Take your sunglasses off," Ava says as they walk hand in hand towards the family room.
"What?"
"We're inside. Pretend you're a normal person and take your sunglasses off."
"But why?"
"Are you high?"
"What? No!"
"Then take them off. Please do not make this any worse than it already will be. When we go in for dinner, sit up straight, keep your elbows off the table, mind your manners and take your sunglasses off."
And with that warning, she escorts him into the belly of the beast.
"We'll have one more guest for dinner," Ava announces to the room. "Most of you have already met Dieter, but I'll leave you to get reacquainted and set another place at the table."
"Play nice," Ava grins, leaning in to kiss his cheek and giving his hand a quick squeeze before scurrying out of the room like the traitor she is.
He can do this. He can. He's an Oscar winning actor for fucks sake. How bad can one family dinner possibly be?
Three hours later he's hating himself for putting that thought into the universe. Turns out it can be so, so incredibly bad.
Dinner itself was fine, delicious even- the turkey was moist, the potatoes were smooth and buttery, the pumpkin cheesecake was downright sinful.
But the conversation has been downright atrocious. If someone had given Conrad Greene a list of topics not to talk about at a family gathering, he's tried his damnedest to hit every single one of them.
He's watched Ava's mother masterfully try to steer them into safer conversational waters time and time again, he's listened to all the praise of Drew and the newspaper he can stomach while Ava's own accomplishments get brushed off as inconsequential and she withdraws farther and farther into herself. Even Harry is not exempt from his great grandfather's ire and he watches the bright eyed kid who'd met him at the door deflate like an old party balloon.
Dieter has always thought his own childhood was shitty, but it's nothing compared to this. Sure, he may have never known his dad and his mom may have ditched him, but between his grandparents and Ms. Rose, he'd never once felt anything less than accepted for exactly who he was. Or pressured to be someone he wasn't.
By the time the table is cleared and after dinner coffees are served, his back is starting to hurt from the damned uncomfortable dining chairs, his jaw hurts from clenching his teeth and his fucking knee hurts from how often Ava has dug her nails in to stop him from saying something he most likely shouldn't.
And he's had about enough. Of all of it.
"Are you staying here?" He leans in to ask Ava.
"No," she shakes her head. "I've been staying at Drew's."
"Great. Did you drive here separately?"
"Yeah, Harry wanted to ride in your Porsche."
"Even better. We're leaving," he announces, pushing his chair back from the table.
"Dieter--"
"We're leaving, Ava. Say your goodbyes and grab your things."
Ava leads Dieter up the side stairs and into the little loft apartment over Drew's garage where she used to live and where she's been staying for the last few days.
"I'm sorry. It didn't....it wasn't always like that," she says as she kicks off her heels. It's the first thing she's said since they left her grandfather's house and Dieter's heart aches for her.
"Ava, honey, you don't have anything to be sorry for. None of that shit is your fault. He's a bitter old man with fucked up ideas of how the world should work."
"Growing up....before my grandmother died....it was different. She tempered him I guess," she shrugs, taking off her pearls and tucking them safely in a little velvet pouch she puts in her make up bag.
"What was she like?" He asks, coming up behind her at the bathroom counter, beginning to hunt for and remove all the pins keeping her hair pulled back.
"She liked to cook and work in her garden, and take Drew and I bargain shopping. She was always smiling or laughing. A little bit mischievous. People gravitated to her. She would've liked you a lot."
"You think so?"
"I do," Ava smiles softly at him, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "I wish she would've gotten to know Harry, she would've gotten a kick out of him."
"He's a pretty cool kid," Dieter grins. "Clever, quick-witted. You sure he's not actually yours?"
"Positive," Ava laughs, spinning to face him. "But I did spend a lot of time with him when he was younger. Guess I rubbed off on him."
"Hey, that's not a bad thing, you know that, right? You're incredibly brilliant, Ava. It's their loss if they can't see it."
"I know. I'm working on it...."
"And, you know what else?" he grins, cupping her face in his hands and adopting a ridiculous southern accent. "You deserve to be kissed and often and by someone who knows how."
"And I suppose you think you're the proper person?"
"I might be....if the right moment ever came."
"What about now, Rhett?"
"Thanks not your line, Scarlett."
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
"That's not your line either."
"Hey, Bravo....shut up and kiss me already."
And he does.
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10. Poetic License
-masterlist
"Why the green velvet?" Ava asks, shifting on the couch so she can roll to face Dieter, draping one leg over his.
"It looked comfy," he says, running one large hand up the back of her thigh and settling on her ass. "And spacious, plenty of room for two. And most importantly, it went with the hippo table."
"Nothing actually goes with the hippo table," she laughs, burying her head in his chest. "The hippo table is barely even functional."
"No, I think it--"
"Dieter, I swear to God, if you say it really ties the room together, I will never have sex with you again."
"I wasn't going to say that, I would never say that," he lies. "I was just gonna say, ya know, poetic license or whatever."
"No, you doof, pretty sure you mean artistic license. Poetic license would be if I was writing about you and said you had taste, class and style."
"Well, I picked you didn't I?" He grins, leaning in to steal a kiss. "Must be doing something right."
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07. Elusive Feeling of Home
-masterlist
"I know you've always had big dreams, Ava, and I'm not telling you not to chase them, but you're not Andrew, and no one expects you to be. You don't have anything to prove to any of us."
"Except Grandpa," Ava mutters.
"Ava, love- forget that grumpy old man," Evelyn Greene huffs. "He's been miserable since your grandmother died! Nothing any of us do is ever good enough for him."
"I just want you to be happy and honestly honey, that elusive feeling of home or belonging or whatever you've always been searching for, I think you've found it there."
"Mom, I am currently watching a washed up movie star try to teach a 22 year old stoner how to blow smoke rings," Ava laughs. "I'm not sure these are my people."
"Oh, don't be a snob, Ava. You've always been drawn to the outsiders. Those are exactly your people."
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something in the orange - one
a Dieter Bravo x ofc!Ava in another life au
pairing - Dieter & Ava, my disaster babies
word count - 1050-ish
warnings - brief mentions of drugs, tobacco and alcohol. brief mention of overdose as a hypothetical not an occurrence in the story. Dieter is his own warning.
authors note - look, I know I should be working on Conversations, I just don't want to right now. but I missed these two so I stuck them in a different situation. an au of my au if you will lol! Big thanks as always to @wildemaven for dealing with me and my weird ass brain 😆
Ava watches the party bus pull in and the driver maneuver to a pump and start the process of fueling up before she turns her attention to the parade of partiers beginning to tromp through the store.
They're all loud and colorful, the beautiful people, up close and personal. None of them seem aware of the fact that the New Year has already come and gone hours ago. Fifteen years and another life ago, she was one of them. Happily sailing through life high out of her mind, every day another party.
It's a solid 20 minutes or so of noise - the women's heels clicking on the dingy tile floor, the men's loud echoing laughter and all their mindless chatter. Ringing up snacks, beer, wine, cigarettes, energy drinks, and condoms before they all stagger back to the bus and it pulls out of the parking lot and turns towards the highway, presumably headed back to Miami where she imagines the party will continue until the blow runs out. Or someone overdoses and the cops show up. Whichever comes first.
And then blessed silence, just her and the buzz of the fluorescent lighting, the piped-in pop station her boss prefers and the flipping of the pages of her ratty Dean Koontz paperback.
Until a door slams and he stumbles out from the back of the store where the restrooms are - hair disheveled, sheer white dress shirt half unbuttoned and half untucked, bow tie hanging untied around his neck, a pair of black tuxedo pants and sparkly silver Crocs.
He looks out at the empty parking lot and runs his hands through his hair, pulling at the ends before looking over at her, bloodshot brown eyes peering over a pair of Ray Bans.
And then he grins and she can see traces of the boy she's known since she was 10 years old.
“Hey, babycakes.”
Ava sighs and closes her book. He always did know how to make an entrance.
“Hey, movie star. Looks like you missed your bus.”
“Yeah, about that,” he laughs, patting his pockets repeatedly. “Can I borrow your phone?”
“There's a pay phone out front,” she says, popping the register and fishing out a couple dollars in quarters.
“Why can't I just use your phone?” He asks after patting his pockets again in what she assumes is a fruitless search for his wallet this time.
“You've already lost yours, why would I give you mine?”
“Okay, valid but can't you just like put it on speaker and dial a number for me?”
“Just take the quarters and go make your call. You can pay me back one day, I'm sure you're good for it.”
“How do you know that? You may never see this money again,” he says as he accepts the coins from her outstretched hand.
“I'll add it to everything else you owe me.”
“Ava…."
“Nope. Just go,” she waves him off with a flip of her hand. “Outside. Make your calls.”
“Okay, okay. One favor though? Can you write down Drew's number for me?”
He shuffles back inside the store thirty minutes later and leans against the counter looking at her with big puppy dog eyes.
She wants to ignore him. She really, really does and she would if she could but never once in all the years she's known him has she been able to wait him out. When he wants something his attention span is much longer than people generally give him credit for. And apparently what he wants now is to fuck up her peaceful day.
“No luck?”
“Kinda. They’re sending a car for me. The production company. From Miami. But in the meantime, I'm stuck here,” he pouts. “Your brother says hi.”
“So?” Ava asks, ignoring the bit about Drew. “That's only a few hours, go grab some lunch, walk around the island a bit.”
“They're sending it tomorrow.”
“Oh.” Goddamnit, there goes her next 24 hours. “Well, I still don't really see the problem here. How much of the island did you really see from the bus? Go explore.”
“By myself?”
“I know it's a foreign concept for you, but you are actually a grown up, you can do things by yourself. And I even have some good news. I found your wallet. Don't worry, I've already taken what you owe me for the phone call.”
“That is excellent news,” he says as he accepts his wallet and looks through it, noticing all his cash is gone. “Two dollars plus interest, I see.”
“Of course. Knew you were good for it,” Ava shrugs. “Also, I found your phone.”
“Also excellent,” he smiles.
“In the urinal.” She says holding it out to him in a ziplock bag.
“That is not so excellent.”
“Do I even want to know what you were doing in the bathroom?”
“Umm, probably not?”
“Didn't think so.”
“So this is what you're doing now? Working in a convenience store? I know you don't need the money.”
“It's not about the money and we're not doing this. You have your wallet now, how about I call you an Uber and you can go to the airport and I can go back to my regularly scheduled life. Boom, both of our problems are solved.”
“No, no. I think you were right earlier. I should stick around. Explore. Like you said. And you can play tour guide,” he grins.
“You couldn't have come here like a normal human being and just said ‘hey, bestie, can we hang out for the day?’”
“Where would the fun be in that?” He asks and has the nerve to genuinely look confused and she can't help but laugh at him.
“Okay. Tell me why I should? One honest reason, Dee, none of your BS.”
“You're my best friend, Ava. And despite, ya know, everything, I miss you. Don't you ever miss me?”
Ava wants to beat her head on the counter. He's got her there and he knows it. She does miss him- the real him, the brilliant man behind the Hollywood facade. She's just not sure that man actually exists anymore.
“Fine,” she sighs. “On one condition.”
“Name it, anything.”
“You have to behave for the next two hours until my replacement shows up. Do you think you can handle that?”
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something in the orange - two
a Dieter Bravo x ofc!Ava in another life AU
pairing - Dieter & Ava
word count - 1500ish
warnings - this was supposed to be more angsty, but Dieter wasn't really having it, so besides a mention of Ava's grandfather being a controlling ass, I can't really think of much? brief mention of a 3rd party buying drugs, implied past drug use, Dieter gets a dumb tattoo, lol let me know if I missed anything....oh, not a warning really but this chapter does feature Benjamin Miller as a very special guest star lol
authors note - I don't know what I'm doing, I never know what I'm doing, I don't know what the actual point of this story is from day to day, I just like to take my characters out and play with them, lol, so thanks as always to @wildemaven & @trulybetty for listening to me ramble on about all this silly stuff 💕
“There's an idiot next door getting a hippo tattooed on his ankle,” Liza announces as she breezes into the store exactly at three.
“Oh, shit!” Ava exclaims, gathering her things and slinging her bag over her shoulder as she heads for the door.
Dieter. She forgot about Dieter.
“That's my idiot. Probably. I'll explain later,” she calls over her shoulder as she leaves and crashes directly into six foot two inches of lean muscle and boyish charm.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Benny. She forgot about Benny too. Benny is….she doesn't really know what Benny is. A friend. Sometimes a lover. Right now, possibly another potential headache.
“Hey beautiful, where's the fire?” He laughs down at her, hands going to her waist to steady her.
“Apparently, the fire is next door at your shop.”
“What? Hollywood? Yeah, he's with Will. Came in and asked if he could sketch his own design and have it inked.”
“Jesus frickin Christ,” Ava mutters, letting Benny pull her closer and hiding her face against his chest. “And you let him? How is this my life?”
“So that's your guy, huh? He doesn't seem that bad.”
“He's not my guy, he's a pain in my ass. And he really can be that bad.”
“Does he know that? Because he hasn't shut up about you,” Benny laughs, looking over towards the shop. “And he's watching us right now. Wanna make him jealous?”
“Is this an excuse to get me to kiss you, Benjamin Miller?” Ava asks, raising her head and narrowing her eyes at him.
“Depends,” He shrugs, a mischievous grin stealing across his face and his blue eyes twinkling. “Is it working?”
She grins back at him and loops her arms around his neck. “Fine. One kiss.”
“I better make it a good one then.”
“So that guy, huh?” Dieter asks as he and Ava walk to her place.
“Don't start, Dee.”
“What? I didn't say anything. He's hot. If, ya know, that whole blonde Adonis thing is what you're into.”
“He's a friend.”
“You kiss all your friends like that?” Dieter scoffs.
“Can we not with the jealousy?”
“I come to visit my wife–”
“That was annulled,” Ava laughs, playfully shoving his shoulder.
“I come to visit my wife,” he says again, louder this time. “And she's having a literal rom-com moment in a semi tropical paradise, what with the kissing and the twirling and everything. I think I'm entitled to a little bit of jealousy.”
“Okay, fine, if you want to be like that, husband, how are things with Anika?”
“Low blow, Ava. Low blow. Didn't Drew tell you? She left me for Kate.”
“What? No! Aww, she was cute. I liked her. Completely wrong for you, but I liked her.”
“What?” Dieter gasps, mock offended. “Why would you say that?”
She's not me.
That's Ava's immediate thought and one she's not about to voice so she just shrugs.
“She's too serious, too focused. And you're….not really. You're chaos and impulse. Like wandering off to get a hippo tattoo,” she laughs, gesturing at his still rolled up pant leg.
“But look,” he says, stopping to prop his foot up on a nearby bench. “It says ‘I hippopotamiss you’. Ya know, in case you ever wonder. It's right there. Permanently.”
Ava stares down at the little hippo on the inside of his ankle and has to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. It's cute and ridiculous and exactly the kind of dumb stunt she should expect from him.
“Touching, Dee, really. Because I spend so much time with you. And your ankles.”
That earns her another grin and what she knows is supposed to be a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.
“Aww, babycakes, you could spend as much time with any part of me as you want.”
She grabs his hand to get him moving again and gives it a squeeze before lacing her fingers with his and continuing their walk.
“I'll keep that in mind.”
“Jesus, Ava, you live here?” Dieter asks, looking at the tiny camper she's led him to. “You couldn't have rented a nicer one? Maybe one built in this century? We had trailers bigger than this on set when we were kids….”
“Shut up, we did not,” she laughs, bouncing up the stairs and unlocking the door. “It's cozy. I have everything I need.”
“This can't even be safe in hurricane season. It's like a million year old camper in a questionable RV park.”
“Okay one, it's not a questionable park, it's very safe. And two, I usually pack up Lucy and head north.”
“Another relic,” Dieter snorts, referring to Ava's twenty year old Honda Element parked outside. “This is comfy though. I could sleep,” he adds, sprawling out on the sofa while Ava putters around the tiny kitchen.
“No, get up. Come to the table. Eat something and then you can take a nap if you want to.”
“You can cook?” He asks, sitting up and moving to the table as requested, eyeing Ava skeptically.
“No,” she grins. “But I can make you a sandwich.”
Dieter wakes up a couple hours later with a post-it note stuck to his forehead, Ava's familiar scribble stating if she's not there, he'll know where to find her.
He doesn't really, but he knows all he has to do is go outside, look around and then head towards the sunset. She'll be wherever she can find the best view.
He makes use of her pitiful excuse for a bathroom and then ventures outside, wandering around until he finds a little picnic area and Ava sitting on top of a table, arms behind her supporting her weight as she watches the sun starting its descent into the ocean.
“Where do you go?” He asks as he joins her. “When you pack up and go North, where do you go?”
“Wherever I want. Sometimes I make a vacation of it and go on a road trip. Sometimes I just hunker down somewhere until it's safe to come back. Why?”
“I dunno, just curious. There's so much I don't know about you now. So much I guessed wrong.”
“What do you mean?” Ava asks, bringing one leg up onto the table and turning to face him. “Guessed wrong about what?”
“I guess I didn't realize you had, like, a whole life here. When Drew told me where you were, I just assumed you were drinking margaritas and laying around, doing the beach bum thing or whatever,” he shrugs. “And then he said you were working at a gas station….”
“The gas station gig is temporary,” Ava laughs. “The owners are friends and they just had a baby. I was between things, so I'm helping out.”
“See- you've never stayed anywhere long enough to have friends before, to be part of the community or whatever, it's different. Not what I expected. So what do you do when you're not working at a gas station?”
“I've done a little bit of everything - tour guide, hostess, waitress, movie concessions, bartender, barista.”
Dieter shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re so fucking smart, Ava. You could've done anything…"
“I just wanted a normal life.”
“Babycakes, this isn't exactly normal,” Dieter laughs softly.
“Maybe not,” she agrees. “But it's not in the spotlight either and I don't have to answer to anyone but myself.”
“Don't you ever miss it?” He leaves the underlying ‘don't you ever miss me, ever miss us’ unspoken. “I understand why you felt like you had to leave, I do. I know you felt like Conrad was controlling your whole life….”
“Because he was controlling my whole life, Dee. He had it all scripted out. When we'd get married again, for real and very publicly. When I’d ideally start popping out your babies. The types of roles I'd take. The most important one, of course, being your arm candy while you talked about whatever your next big thing was going to be.”
“That’s not fair, Ava. You know I never would've gone along with that shit- not if you were uncomfortable with it. Besides, you had a solid career. Steady work. You were America's sweetheart.”
“No, I was America's quirky best friend. Bailey was America's sweetheart.”
“I don't want to talk about Bailey.”
“You never want to talk about Bailey.”
“She stole my Oscar! She literally broke into my house and stole my Oscar and sold it to buy coke!”
*You got it back,” Ava laughs.
“Whatever,” he grumbles. “I hope she's freezing her ass off up there in Canada shooting all those damn Hallmark Christmas movies.”
“So I shouldn't tell her you said hi the next time I talk to her?”
“You can tell her to kiss my flat ass.”
“Okay, okay, no more talk about Bailey,” Ava says, turning to scoot closer to him so she can rest her head on his shoulder. “Just be quiet and watch the sunset. And then I'll let you treat me to dinner somewhere.”
“You stole all my money earlier,” Dieter reminds her and Ava shrugs.
“Just the cash. You still have your credit cards.”
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Conversations with a Movie Star
Chapter One- Welcome to the Bravo Inn
Pairing- Dieter Bravo x ofc!Ava
Word Count- 1.8k-ish
Warnings- very brief mention of tobacco, alcohol and unspecified stronger substances, plenty of foul language, Ava might be an ofc but I've tried to keep her physical description a blank slate....
Author's Note- this insane idea came to me riding down the highway when I saw a sign for the Bravo Inn so yes it's a real place and yes it looks a little sketchy and I apologize if anyone knows where it is and I got that wrong, lol! Myrtle Beach is obviously also a real place, one of my favorites, but it's been some years since I've been there so I may get details wrong and I apologize for that too....many thanks to @wildemaven for putting up with me plotting this from the get go 💕
"It's not personal, Ava. The paper just had to make some budget cuts."
"You send me down here to cover this festival, cancel the room the paper had paid for- there is literally nowhere decent to stay, the place I found has fuschia carpet- do you hear me? FUSCHIA! And then fire me over the fucking phone and I'm not supposed to take it personally??"
"Look, Ava, I tried...."
"Why his own fucking granddaughter? If it was just budget cuts, why not what's his face, Kevin, in maintenance- the one that falls asleep in the bathroom all the damn time?"
"Valid point and I'm not sure...." Drew laughs.
"Or what about James? He's like seventy-billion years old and he hasn't written anything legible since like 1993! I'll tell you why, because they're both fucking men!"
"Ava!"
"What, Drew? What?"
"I tried, okay? I tried and I'm still trying. I've lined up an interview for you at the Journal in a few weeks with a buddy of mine. They're looking for a temp to cover the Ask Sam column, maybe do a few human interest pieces."
"A temp gig? What the fuck?"
"It's a foot in the door, alright? Do you want the interview or not?"
"Ugh, fine, you know I do. Text me the details. But I still hate you for doing his dirty work."
"I'm your brother, you'll get over it. Look, I'll CashApp you some money, just stay at the beach for awhile, let this blow over a bit. Maybe still write some stuff for the festival and bike week. Do some freelance shit."
"No, fuck that, no. I'm sick of trying to cold sell shit to 3rd rate travel publications or airline magazines or whatever the fuck else. So fuck that and I love you, but fuck you too, Drew."
Dieter imagines right about now the woman belonging to the voice he's been listening to is really wishing that you could still slam a phone down to end a conversation. He hadn't meant to be eavesdropping- or okay, maybe he had but she'd been pacing outside the motel office with the call on speaker phone- who even does that anymore? And also, he really liked the sound of her voice. Loved the way she said fuck, would love even more to hear it in a different context.
And then she's storming into the office, right up to the counter, which is a goddamn shame because she's all long legs in tiny cut off denim shorts and he'd like to have gotten a better look.
"Hi, I'd like...wait," she stops, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair and blinking at him a few times. "Do you even work here? Or did you like wander in off the street or something?"
"Wander in off....what?" Dieter laughs. "I didn't wander in from anywhere, I'm the owner."
"Sure, of course you are," she nods. "That explains a lot."
"What does that even mean, that explains what?"
Dieter's pretty sure this conversation has already jumped the rails and it just got started. Or she's just fucking nuts, but she's cute and he doesn't have anything else going on, so he's rolling with it.
"No offense, dude, but you're wearing a bathrobe in the middle of the day and you kinda look like you skipped the shower. For days. Plural. The word feral comes to mind and like not really in a good way? And that explains a lot. About this hotel."
She nods again like this makes perfect sense and maybe in her head it does.
"Anyone ever tell you you're rude?"
"Constantly. It's my grandfather's favorite disparaging remark. Fucking asshole. My grandpa, not you. You, I'd like to talk to about extending my stay."
Dieter raises an eyebrow and pokes at the mouse, stirring the computer to life.
"The fuschia carpet's not too offensive?"
"Heard that, huh?" She grins at him and leans her elbows on the counter, allowing Dieter a glimpse down the vee of her shirt and he swears he's halfway to smitten already.
"Hard not to."
"I'd apologize, but I'm not sorry. And also I suppose beggars can't be choosers. So, about the room?"
"I dunno," Dieter stalls, still poking at the keyboard trying to figure out the damn reservation system Anika set up. "Bike week is coming up, I could jack up the rates, get triple what I'm charging now for the room...."
"Or you could not be a dick and help a girl out. I'll pay in advance. In cash. For three weeks. The carpet will grow on me I'm sure."
"Look," Dieter sighs, giving up on pretending he has any idea what he's doing. "Can we make a deal? You come around here and figure out this reservation system and you can book your own room."
"I could just wait for the blonde to come back? The one who checked me in? She seemed efficient. A little cold, but efficient. Or like another staff member?"
"That's gonna be a long ass wait."
"There's no other staff?"
"Besides housekeeping and maintenance? Not currently."
"And the blonde?"
"Told me to go fuck myself." He mutters.
"Oh shit, what'd you do?" She laughs, sliding around behind the counter to get a look at the computer.
"Why did it have to be me?"
"I mean, again- look at yourself." She pauses to look him over now that the counter isn't separating them. "I bet you rolled out of bed, threw on those ratty boxers and your robe and called it a day. And Jesus, are those Crocs? Do you have any self respect? Nice thighs, though."
"Thanks?" Dieter looks down at his own legs before slowly letting his gaze travel up hers. "Is it inappropriate if I say you too?"
"Nah, equal opportunity ogling is allowed," she grins. "Now, can I have the chair? And by the way, if I figure this out, I'm comping myself a free week."
"If you figure this out and can show me how it works, you can comp yourself two weeks."
"Stop hovering."
"I'm not hovering."
He's definitely hovering. He knows he's hovering, would step closer, maybe lean in over her shoulder if he thought he could get away with it.
"You are totally hovering! I can feel you breathing on me!"
"How am I supposed to learn if I can't see what you're doing?"
"Ugh, fine, whatever. Look, a second grader could do this. You input the length of the stay, a box pops up and shows you what rooms are available, you click on one, and input the guest's information. The computer does the rest. And look at that- plenty of rooms available despite bike week looming in the very near future..."
"Smart ass." Dieter laughs.
"Anyway, here we go, room 4 with the lovely fuschia carpet, and Ava Greene, that's me by the way, done. Booked. Got it?"
"Uh-huh. Got it."
He definitely doesn't have it. Too busy staring at the tattoo on the back of her neck wondering what the hell it means and breathing in the scent of her, all sunbaked and coconutty from sunscreen.
She spins around in the desk chair to face him, head tilted to the side and eyes narrowed looking at him like she sees right through all his bullshit and Dieter's seriously reconsidering his stance on never getting married.
"You didn't retain any of that, did you?" She sighs.
"Can you show me one more time?" He gives her the lopsided grin that's been winning him hearts since his teenage years and is slightly dismayed when she only rolls her eyes at him.
"Maybe tomorrow," she laughs, rising from the chair and making her way out from behind the counter. "As much fun as this has been, I am temporarily unemployed so I have nothing to do and the ocean beckons. Catch ya later, movie star."
"Movie star?" Dieter deadpans. "That's a good one."
"I mean, you are....aren't you?" She asks hesitantly before shaking her head. "You know what, nevermind. Doesn't matter."
Dieter watches her leave the office before flopping down in the recently vacated desk chair, hands running through his messy- and damnit she's right, unwashed- hair and gripping the ends.
"Fuck!"
Two years of almost complete anonymity gone in the space of 20 minutes. And found out by a reporter no less. Cute as she is and as much as Dieter enjoyed her company, he figures she's no better than the rest of the scum in her profession and he resolves to keep his distance.
"Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck!"
That sums it up nicely he thinks. He's royally fucked.
Heart racing and nerves buzzing, Ava heads back to her room, her hands shaking so badly it takes her four tries to place the call she needs to make.
"Drew, Drew!" She yells down the line when he picks up.
"Ava, I'm busy. I don't have time for you to yell at me some more right now. Can it wait?"
"No, Drew, listen. Oh my God, listen. I am the luckiest girl in the world," she laughs, letting herself fall backwards onto the bed and sprawl there. "You will never believe the story that just practically landed in my lap. This could be the best three weeks of my life!"
"It's been less than an hour, Ava, what the hell kind of story could you have possibly found?"
"Dieter Bravo. I found Dieter fucking Bravo!"
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Conversations with a Movie Star
Chapter 2- Free WiFi
Pairing- Dieter Bravo x ofc!Ava
Word Count- 2.1K-ish
Warnings- none really that I'm aware of? some foul language, some awkward conversation....mostly this chapter is just fluff & filler 🤷🏻♀️
Author's Note- big thanks to @wildemaven for putting up with me sending her chunks of this and asking if it's okay, lol, and to @trulybetty for all the baby hippos 🦛
Movement on the security monitor for the outer office catches Dieter's eye and he peels himself off the couch to get a closer look, mentally preparing himself to deal with a current guest or a new one.
What he's not prepared for is that cute reporter woman- Ava, he knows her name is Ava- to be behind the reservation desk apparently rifling through all the motel's paperwork.
It's not the first time she's been by the office, ringing the bell for assistance and then impatiently waiting for a few minutes before huffing off. If she'd ever noticed the camera in the corner, Dieter wouldn't have been at all surprised if she'd flipped it off before she left.
And Dieter's been hiding. Avoiding her. But this, this invasion of his privacy, is the last straw and he's about to fling open the inner office door and march out there and give her a piece of his mind when he realizes he's wearing the exact same thing he was wearing the last time he saw her and he refuses to let her think she's right about him- he has taken a shower in the last two days, thank you very much.
He shrugs off his robe and leaves it where it falls, grabbing a tee off the back of the couch and giving it a quick sniff before pulling it over his head and then searching for a pair of pants. All he finds are striped pajama bottoms but whatever, it's still a different outfit. And a mostly clean one at that.
He gives his hair a quick tousle - chicks seem to love that messy look- and there's not much he can do about his blood shot eyes on such short notice, but that's what his trusty Ray-Bans are for.
He takes a deep breath, squares his shoulders, gets his game face on and then he flings open the door.
Dieter's amused when Ava jumps at the sound of the door flying open and he can feel a smirk starting to inch itself across his face, one that quickly changes to a look of annoyance when she spins to face him and doesn't even have the decency to look guilty about being caught.
"Finally!" Ava exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air before letting them fall back down to her sides. "Have you just been hiding back there every time I've stopped by? You have, haven't you? Whatever, you're here now. Can you help me?"
"With your snooping?" Dieter snorts. "Not likely. What are you hoping to find? Tax records? STD test results? Love letters? Compromising photos?"
Now she just looks confused, head tilted and hands on her hips and Dieter's even more annoyed because here she is, busted rifling through his personal property and she really shouldn't look so fucking adorable. Looking at her big wide eyes makes him feel like he should apologize and he's not even the one in the wrong.
"Okay one, I'm not snooping. And two, I really wouldn't expect you to keep anything that sensitive somewhere so easily accessible to the public? And as glad as I am to know you get tested regularly, I'm really just trying--"
"To find what? What do you think you can sell to the highest bidder and make a quick buck or two off of? I swear all you people are the fucking same, just because some one is a goddamn celebrity doesn't mean they're not entitled to their fucking privacy and you just come in here--"
"Hey! Dumb Bunny!!" Ava yells, cutting off his tirade just when he was really getting warmed up to the subject. "I'm just looking for the password for the WiFi! It's not in my room anywhere and I need to do some work. Also, I'm not a gossip columnist. If I was gonna tell your secret, TMZ would've been here already."
"Oh. trashpanda75." Dieter answers automatically. That was not at all what he was expecting. "All one word, lowercase letters."
"Thank you," Ava nods. "It's been fun but let's not do this again, okay? And maybe consider hiring some front desk help, you could avoid future mishaps like this one where you falsely accuse your guests of spying on you."
She leaves the office with a wave and Dieter scrambles to follow her.
"Wait, Ava, wait- Dumb Bunny? What the fuck?"
"I gotta call you something," she shrugs. "And apparently we're pretending you aren't who you are so your name isn't an option. Same initials. I'll call you DB for short."
Well. He's been called worse things.
"Sorry about earlier. The WiFi works best from the office. Come by anytime. I have beer & I'll order pizza? -DB"
Ava pulls the note off the door and taps it against her lips as she lets herself into her room and ponders this turn of events. She wasn't expecting an apology. She was snooping a bit, not that she found anything interesting and she did feel a little guilty about lying to him, but is it really a lie if she's not planning on calling TMZ? The plan is to be long gone before she ever even publishes the first word about him.
The reporter in her is screaming for her to take any opportunity to find out more about him and how he ended up here, but the woman- the girl, really- who used to have a crush on him is a little more hesitant. Never meet your heroes and all that. And she's already met him. And she's not sure how she feels about it.
She digs her phone out of her back pocket and flops down on the bed, pulling up her brother's number. She needs the other half of her brain to figure this out.
"What now, Ava?" Drew says instead of hello and Ava smiles, her brother is a gem for putting up with her and she loves him so much for it.
"I've been invited to go hang out with the super famous, and still ridiculously cute, boy I had a crush on in highschool. Should I go?"
"We both already know you're going, so what do you want from me?"
"Do I look okay?" Ava holds her phone up and angled down so her brother can get a look at her outfit and Drew rolls his eyes.
"That's not much of an outfit. Do those shorts even cover your ass?"
"Mostly? Just stop being such a dad and tell me if I'm cute?"
"Why don't you have any female friends? Then you could bother them with this type of shit?"
"Because I was born with a built-in bestie. Not my fault you're a dumb boy. But back to me...."
"Ava, do you even know what you're doing here? Please do not sleep with a washed up movie star for the sake of a story."
"I didn't say I was going to sleep with him. I said I'm going to hang out. Apparently there will be pizza and beer."
"Then why does it matter if you're cute?"
"Ugh. You're right. I need a female. Where's Emma?"
"Soccer practice with the twins, then she has to pick up Harry at ballet."
"Then you'll have to do."
"Fine," Drew sighs. "Change the shorts, leave something to the imagination. And for God's sake, put on a bra!"
"I will do one of those things," Ava laughs. "Thanks bro, you're the best!! Smooches to everyone!"
Ava takes in the scene in front of her and holds in a laugh. Dieter Bravo. With a vacuum cleaner. Haphazard tracks in the carpet show he's missed just about as much of the room as he's cleaned but it's cute that he's making an effort. He's changed since she saw him this morning too. Just shorts and a worn faded tee but it's the first time she's seen him in something fit for the public.
She slips her phone from her pocket and snaps a quick picture and the movement must catch his eye because he cuts the machine off and grins at her.
"You know that's not actually a stain remover, right?" Ava asks, pointing from the vacuum to the spot on the carpet he'd been going over repeatedly when she'd arrived. "You need a shampooer. Completely different. There's probably one around here somewhere though."
"Yeah, probably. Maintenance room. I wouldn't know how to use it. Which is weird because I used to help out around here when I was a kid, you know? Earn my allowance or whatever," Dieter babbles. Is he really talking about vacuums and allowance? What the hell is wrong with him?
"Wait, you're like actually from here? Somehow that tidbit never made it in TeenBeat," Ava smiles. "We vacationed here a lot when we were younger. I used to think it would be so cool to live at the beach year round. Did you like it?"
"The beach? Yeah, mostly. The motel? Not particularly. But my grandparents owned it so I uh, I spent a lot of time here growing up," Dieter shrugs as he starts winding up the cord to the vacuum. No way is he getting into his whole shitty childhood story with her. "You said you have some work to do?"
Ava blinks at the abrupt subject change and takes a step back from the doorway to the inner office. Maybe she misread the whole situation? Hell, maybe his dumb ass left the note on the wrong damn door and she shouldn't even be here.
"Oh. Yeah. Job hunting really. But it kinda seems like I'm bothering you? So I can just sit out here?" Ava gestures behind herself to the reservation desk. "Give me like half an hour and I'll get out of your hair."
"I know you really don't have the room for like a business center or anything, but if you got the continental breakfast going again," Ava continues talking even as she turns away from the office and drops her messenger bag on the reservation desk. "Put in some two top tables, it would give people the option to get some work done. Or not. I mean, probably not the clientele you're catering to. What do I know?"
"You're not bothering me and what do you mean get the continental breakfast going again? That's still a thing, right? I mean, that was a thing Anika did. I think?"
"Anika? That was the blonde?"
"Yeah," Dieter nods. "She was doing all the day-to-day stuff. Or all the stuff really, I was just, you know, signing the checks."
"Well, I hate to tell you this, but there's like four rotten bananas and half a blueberry muffin over there, no one's eating that shit."
"I have no idea what I'm doing," Dieter mutters, dragging a chair out of the back office and sitting down next to her at the desk.
"I've noticed. I can help. While I'm here. If you want," Ava shrugs. "I've never worked at a motel, but I've stayed at plenty."
"What's in it for you?"
"You comp the rest of my stay?" Ava grins. "And I think you mentioned pizza? That's a good start."
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something in the orange
a Dieter Bravo x ofc!Ava in another life au
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Just a teaser for something new I'm working on. Big thanks to @wildemaven @stillbeatingheart and @marcus-is-my-muse for helping me pull all my thoughts together! Happy Sunday, y'all!!
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I guess this could be considered bonus content for the end of chapter 2 of Conversations with a Movie Star. Happy Sunday y'all! ✌️💗🦝
"It's late, I should go," Ava says around a yawn and Dieter tries and fails not to stare as she arches her back and raises her arms over her head to stretch. "Thanks for the pizza. And the movie."
"Wait, I wanna show you something first," Dieter says as he gets off the couch and grabs the pizza box.
"If that's a line, it's a pretty shitty one," Ava laughs.
"It's not a line, just c'mon."
Dieter grabs one of her hands with his free one and Ava laces her fingers through his and lets him lead her out of the office and around the side of the building to a sad little patio area.
"Sit," Dieter says, letting go of her hand and pointing to one of the lawn chairs before walking off a few feet and dropping the pizza box then coming back and joining her in the other chair.
"What are we doing?"
"Just wait. And be quiet. You'll see."
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31. How Long Will it Hurt?
-masterlist
"Okay, so no good girl. Degradation?"
"No, never."
"Choking? Spitting? Spanking?"
"Is that not just more degradation?"
"Ava...."
"Fine....maybe? Gross, no. Possibly."
"Bondage?"
"Open for discussion?"
"Ass play?"
"Anal? How long will it hurt?"
"Oh, baby, if we do it right, it won't hurt at all."
"Fine. But I get to do you too one day."
"Really?" Dieter's eyes light up like a kid at Christmas. "You do realize that this is a win-win situation for me, right?"
It was a throw away comment, Dieter would've sworn it was a throw away comment, but here he is a couple weeks later eye to eye with that fucking hippo table.
"This is not at all how I thought this would go," he laughs.
"Really? How did you think this would go?" Ava asks, snapping the cap on the lube closed and tossing it to the side.
"Upstairs? In the bed? I thought you might romance me a little bit. I didn't expect you to just lube up and go for it."
"Yeah well, all's fair in love and war and it's your turn to be on the receiving end of the judgemental stares of your friend there."
"Jesus, Ava...it's creepy....but I like it."
"You would," Ava laughs, pinching his side. "And don't make me laugh, I don't know what I'm doing here."
"You're doing just fine. Angle your hips just a bit...oh God, yeah, right there," Dieter breathes. "You're a natural, baby."
"Oh good," Ava snorts. "Let me just add pegging to my resume real quick."
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05. Should I Feel Insulted?
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"And your date for the evening, Mr. Bravo, do you know what color she'll be wearing? Maybe a pocket square in a matching shade?"
"Fuschia. I'm pretty sure she's wearing fuschia."
Dieter grins at Ava from the fitting platform and she rolls her eyes at him muttering something along the lines of being right fucking here.
"Well. That's certainly a bold choice, but we should be able to accommodate it. Alright, Mr Bravo, I believe we're about done here, if your assistant--"
"Assistant?" Ava snaps, hopping up from the sofa she's been waiting on all afternoon while the fitting from hell dragged on and on. "That's like the third time today! Should I feel insulted?"
"Oh, apologies, miss. I just assumed--"
"Well, you know what they say about that right?"
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26. Sad Eyes
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"Aww, you scared them off," Dieter whines, watching the raccoons scamper off into the shadows.
"You shouldn't be feeding them in the first place. How'd that come about anyway?" Rose asks, sitting down next to him and gesturing for the joint he's trying to hide. "Share. You think I don't know you and Natalie been getting in my stash since you were teens?"
"I dunno. I may have been out here. Feeling sorry for myself and contemplating the shit show my life has turned into. And there may have been some pizza crusts," he shrugs, passing over the joint. "And they were so cute with their big sad eyes and their grabby little hands."
"You'll never get rid of them now."
"I don't want to? I named them. Lucy and Desi," he grins. "They're like the highlight of my day at this point."
"Dieter, baby," Rose sighs, passing the joint back to him. "That's just sad. I know life hasn't always been easy for you, but you made more of it than what most people would. You just need to find something to shake you up, to be passionate about again."
"Right," Dieter snorts. "Because that's gonna happen for me here?"
"You never know, baby," Rose says, patting his thigh before getting up to go home for the evening. "Fate works in mysterious ways."
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