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"Some (super) cuts from the super cute relationship between you and Hannah, because everyone is totally obsessed with you two's love"

now playing - Teenager in Love, by Madison Beer

"You make me feel like a teenager in love. And you make me feel like I'll be forever young"

“So, you guys worked really hard to get in shape for your characters in the movie!” the interviewer began, looking at you, Nicholas, and Camila excitedly. “What was the process like? I mean, I imagine it must have been challenging!”

The atmosphere was good. Nicholas answered first, proud of the routine he’d struggled to stick to and the dedication he’d shown to become the best He-Man possible.

“Actually, even though it was challenging, it was particularly fun for me.” The blond man’s gaze turned to you, giving you a knowing look as he spoke. “Yn and I worked out together a lot, and I think that made everything feel lighter.”

You nodded, agreeing with his words.

“We were really focused. Camila came to visit us once, and that was a lot of fun too.” You added, pointing to the woman on Nicholas’s right.

“Oh my god. I did!” She began, throwing her head back and making you and Nicholas laugh. “I swear, it looked like they were both training for Mr. Olympia! I felt personally attacked when they told me to add more weight to my exercises.”

Laughter echoed through the room, and the interviewer continued trying to get more out of you.

“Was it a big change for both of you, or were you already aware of how everything was going to play out?”

“Honestly...” You paused dramatically, glancing at your co-stars beside you for a second. “I had no idea what was going to happen to me. I mean, I’ve played characters that required a certain amount of muscle, but nothing compared to how much I had to gain to play Catra.”

“Same here.” Nicholas agreed, nodding as he let you continue.

“Actually, Hannah freaked out when I told her how much muscle mass I’d have to gain!” You laughed softly. “But she supported me a lot, just like she always does.” Nicholas and Camila looked at each other and playfully rolled their eyes.

“Oh no. Here we go again.” The brown-haired woman said playfully, playfully nudging the man next to her.

You rolled your eyes this time, while the interviewer started laughing as your co-stars mentioned how silly you looked every time you talked about your wife.

“Okay, everyone, you can sit down!” Nicholas raised his hands, signaling to the cameras behind the set. “We’re going to be here longer than we thought!”

“Oh my God, you guys are so funny.” You rolled your eyes, joining in on the joke as Camila leaned against Nicholas’s shoulder, pretending to be asleep.

“You know we love you,” the man said, reaching out to wrap his arm around your shoulders from the side.

The interviewer, who was still laughing, was now admiring your interaction, and how lighthearted and fun everything was between the three of you.

“Sorry about that!” Camila began. “It’s just that we really love to tease our hopeless romantic.”

“You can’t come to an interview with Yn Dodd and not expect her to ramble on about her wife.” Nicholas used the arm that was wrapped around you to gently shake your shoulders.

“Sorry, not sorry. I love my wife,” you said, raising your hands in surrender, yet not the least bit regretful.

“That’s so cute!” the interviewer said, before everyone burst out laughing again and answered more questions.

The poor recording quality didn't stop the video from being posted. With the zoom set to maximum, the video quality gradually got worse until it became slightly grainy. But that didn't stop you from figuring out who the two people being recorded in that video were.

The restaurant was quiet; in fact, it was almost the perfect setting for a romantic couple’s lunch. And that’s exactly what you and Hannah were doing in the video.

The wine glasses were half-full, the food was almost gone, and the two of you seemed to be having a light yet deep conversation during the meal. Your hand reached for Hannah’s hand across the table, while you caressed the back of your wife’s hand.

After a while, the video shows the two of you getting up from the table. You walk over to the counter, still holding Hannah’s hand, and then the two of you leave the small restaurant together.

The walk to the car was what went most viral on social media. Hannah was walking a little ahead, and the camera captured the perfect moment when your arms wrapped around her waist. Your lips quickly brushed her cheek, and the smile Hannah gave made the person filming realize that this video was worth its weight in gold.

When the two of you finally reached the car, you loosened your grip on her, just so you could open the door for your wife. With a huge smile on her face, the blonde cupped your face, kissing your lips before getting into the car and leaving you standing there looking like a lovesick fool in the middle of the street.

The next clip was definitely shot with a professional camera. The lens captured all the fans and paparazzi standing outside the event, waiting for any celebrity to come out through the glass doors just to get some footage—in the case of the paparazzi—or an autograph.

The screams outside the building grew louder just as the camera zoomed in. Through the glass doors, the exceptionally well-dressed figures—you and your wife—appeared to be having a brief conversation.

People couldn’t hear them, but they could definitely see the reason for the brief pause in the hallway before leaving the event.

Hannah seemed to be complaining about something; the pout on her face and her slightly furrowed brows made her look impossibly more adorable to you. Some fans fell silent, trying to figure out what was going on, all while camera flashes went off rapidly.

The video continues, showing your wife visibly frustrated as she kept chattering and stomping her foot on the ground. Whatever the people outside were speculating, your next move put an end to their doubts in less than a second.

Kneeling in front of your wife, you motioned to her, and in less than a second, her right foot was now resting on your thigh—her right hand landed on your back as she balanced herself against you. Your hands worked quickly—and gently—removing the heel from her foot, doing the same with the other foot right after.

The look of relief on Hannah’s face was clear, and as she watched you stand up and straighten your posture—her heels in your hands—her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you in for a quick kiss. The smile on her face said everything you needed to know, and you were happy to have helped her get rid of whatever was causing your wife discomfort.

At your request, the security guards began clearing a path to your car. Two of them stood guard in front of the glass doors, which were now open, to prevent anyone from entering. Meanwhile, the other three guards cleared the way to the car.

The crowd went wild as you approached Hannah, whispering something in her ear before picking her up bridal-style. The blonde laughed, burying her face in your neck as she heard the small crowd outside scream with delight at the romantic gesture.

As you passed the paparazzi and fans, you waved a few times, answering some quick questions while walking briskly toward the car. As you got even closer to the camera that was recording the whole interaction, the guy behind the lens finally spoke up.

“Never letting your girl touch the dirty ground, huh?!” The paparazzi wasn’t rude, and the tone was purely playful, which made you laugh.

Before getting into the car, you turned partially toward the man, seeing the camera pointed in your direction.

“Never!”

The premiere of “Bridgerton” had begun. Red carpets, interviews, and a new season centered on the character your wife brought to life. You were more than proud—you were jumping for joy for her. You arrived together on the red carpet, with Hannah insisting that you stay by her side the whole time.

You smiled and waved, always staying a little further back so your wife could shine. At one point, the paparazzi wanted solo shots of Hannah, which was totally understandable. After giving your wife one last kiss on the lips, you stepped out of the spotlight. The thousands of flashes started going off again, and you couldn’t help but notice how lucky you’d been all these years.

As always, there was a camera pointed at the two of you. The high quality gave away a professional camera. It was no surprise how much people loved you and Hannah together, so it wasn’t strange—at least not like it was in the beginning—when people tried to capture cute moments of you.

You didn’t even notice the camera; it was just one in a million. Your eyes were on your wife. Every detail of her. Her hair flowing freely, her eyes shining—not just from the flashes, but from the fulfillment coursing through her veins—her glowing skin, and how she looked perfect in every way.

You didn’t even think twice. In one swift motion, you pulled your phone from your pocket, found the camera, and pointed it at her. It didn’t matter if everyone there could take better photos than yours with their professional cameras. It didn’t matter if you weren’t the only one taking photos of her there.

All that mattered to you was that the most beautiful woman in the world was there. She truly was one in a million, that one person everyone will notice in the crowd.

“People are saying you're obsessed with me.” The British accent made your ears perk up.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Hannah walked slowly toward the bed, climbing onto the soft mattress and beginning to crawl toward you. The smile on your face showed her that you weren’t the least bit embarrassed by whatever people might be saying.

“I love you.” Your right hand reached for a strand of your wife’s hair, tucking the blonde locks behind her ear. “There’s a difference.”

“Hm…” Hannah tilted her head, her lips forming a playful pout. “Can you explain the difference to me, Mrs. Dodd?”

Smiling, she let her body relax, lying on top of you and resting her chin on your chest, never taking her eyes off yours. The smile on her face was worth more than anything to you, and all you wanted was to grab her and kiss her right now.

“Well... Love is a healthy feeling of care and mutual respect; obsession is just a toxic fixation that seeks control and possession over the other person.” Your hands slid down to her waist, caressing the skin of her back beneath the loose shirt she was wearing—she had stolen it from your side of the closet. “Everything I do for you is because I love you more than anything in the world, Hannah.”

Smiling, you leaned in, lifting her chin from your chest to press your lips against hers. The kiss was gentle, full of passion. Her lips tasted of the same strawberry and mint you’d come to love over all the years together, and the tenderness of the moment made your heart race like a teenager in love. That’s how you felt with her.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” Her voice always sent shivers down your spine. She always had that effect on you.

“I hope time passes agonizingly slowly!”

Ngl, i only wrote this because I’ve been head over heels in love with Hannah Dodd, and there just aren’t enough fanfics about her or Francesca out there :(

The funny thing is, I’m not even a Bridgerton fan, but my TikTok has been bombarding me with Hannah edits, and she’s just so cute!

Anyway, don’t think I’ve forgotten about Nikki. I have some ideas for her too. I’ll be back soon!

Stay safe and drink plenty of water,

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