You think you can hide? I can smell your scent for miles.
Love is profound and comes in many shapes and forms. It was rare to find such a commodity within supes. Hughie campbell was the sole reason Dean found love, friendship, happiness, contentmen...
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✎ S0E0 ⇢ ˗ˏˋ August 19th 2015 ⚠ IMPLIED / INSTIGATED SEXUAL SCENE
| "NEW TEAMMATE" People conversated amongst one another while getting situated in the press room at vought. Jotted in their notepads as if time were of the essence. They had done so as they waited for the announcement of the new added member to the Seven. Lights emulated the area, walls were decorated with posters of the Seven.
The short, dirty, dark-blond hair new supe looked at the chatter from behind curtains. He name was Dean. He watched curiously as he focused on each individual, most talking about how the event was going to up their ratings to their respective companies. In his time alone, Ashley had speed walked from behind, tapped him erratically on the shoulder when she made it to his side. "Hey Dean, we need to go over some protocols before you go out there."
He turned around, and had found Ashley with a table in her hand. Her demeanor was reticent, she had spoke only when it is of importance. Her orange hair contrasted her choice of clothing, yet her appearance was attractive in a way. Dean leaned on a nearby pole with his arms folded into eachother. He gave a grin, Ashley had reciprocated back. He lowered his pitch in his voice. "I always have time for a pretty lady," He beckoned at her appearance with a sly touch of his finger tips, along her blouse. "Such as yourself."
Ashley had gotten flustered, she placed a few hair strands behind her ear. Her smile faded as quick as it had came. She then looked back at her tablet, smacked her lips then she spoke at the task at hand. "Okay, so you remember the script that was given to you right?"
He scoffed, full of annoyance. He rolled his eyes as he looked off to the side. "Why do I have to follow a damn script? Can't I just say what I want?" Dean was known as the supe to not follow his leaders, or his peers for that matter.
Ashley smiled, full of relief. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her fingers rubbed the area with more purpose than intended. She strung him along towarded the dressing room. "Oh Dean, Dean, Dean. It's just vought's way of introducing a new team member. You should know this. You're the newly added, we just don't want anything going shit. Homelander also wanted me to tell you a few things before you go."
"Great. What does he want?" He sarcastically responded as he leaned against the wall. She stood near him, grabbed a key from her pocket and unlocked Dean's dressing room. Ashley had him enter first, following in his footsteps after. She then called a few of her co-workers over, and kept the door open for them.
"He just wanted you to know, he'll be out there with you. Madelyn Stillwell speak first, then she will introduce Homelander. Then he will introduce you and you'll both will be presented as the main duo- Uh wait, that's not right." She stammered over her words, her eyes glared at a mistake on her tablet.
