#Dean Portman imagine

[adam-banks2024]

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charlie conway 🎈

for one of charlie’s surprise birthday parties, the ducks all pitched in to get one of those party rooms and a birthday cake at their local ice rink. they also accidentally got too many balloons so the room was just filled by the time they were all blown up. charlie thought this was hilarious and still considers it his favourite birthday

[sluggmuffin]

SLUGS MASTERLIST

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Requests: OPEN!

The Outsiders

DARRY CURTIS

SODAPOP CURTIS

PONYBOY CURTIS

JOHNNY CADE

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

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Mighty Ducks

DEAN PORTMAN

LUIS MENDOZA

FULTON REED

KEN WU

CHARLIE CONWAY

ADAM BANKS

GUY GERMAINE

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Cobra Kai

MIGUEL DIAZ

ROBBY KEENE

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Outerbanks

JJ MAYBANK

JOHN B ROUTLEDGE

POPE HEYWARD

RAFE CAMERON

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[roadtogracelandx45]

Under Pressure|2| Mighty Ducks

@ohnoitsthebat

One

Gordon was standing on the front doorstep of the Reilly house with a big pink gift bag in his hand. His secretary Gail had reminded him that morning that Ava's birthday was the day before and that he should go and try to make it up to her.

"Gordon?" Ava asked, opening the front door, her blue eyes wide with surprise, "What are you doing here?" He held up the bag in answer and she shook her head, "You are a day late."

"I know I am sorry, I just got caught up with the case I have been working."

"Sounds about right." She said before stepping aside and letting him come into the warm house.

"Are your grandparents home?"

"No Grandpa is at the rink and Grandma is seeing Mom at the rehab center." "Why don't you go with her?'

"Why should I? She left me just as quick as you did."

"Ava." Gordon started as his daughter shook her head and folded her arms across her chest. "Gordon." She returned with an exasperated sigh, "I don't want a relationship with her and you are making it completely clear that you don't want anything to do with me."

Gordon was floored; he couldn't believe that his daughter was coming to these decisions all on her own. She was never like this before. She was sweet and innocent before this. It was his fault that she was like this. And there was no way he could make this up to her.

"Do you still try to play hockey?" He asked, trying to change the subject. Hockey and skating were always safe subjects for them to talk about. "Not hockey, just skating. Grandpa won't let me play hockey. Says that girls should stay home and play with dolls." She rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall, "Grandma got me figure skating lessons for my birthday. So there's that.'

Gordon nodded his head, that sounded about right about Jack, he always just wanted all boys on his team.

Even if he was just saying that to hurt his daughter and granddaughter.

"It's something. And usually, Adam goes skating with me on the pound." She said, "And Adam is?" "My friend. I am 12. I am not interested in boys. As far as I am concerned, they still have cooties. And besides Adam if anything is like my brother."

That was true, she always thought of Adam as her brother, someone that she could rely on. They had been close since Ava moved in with the Reillys and she started going to the hockey practices with Jack.

"Though I think Grandpa wants us to be more. He wants to have great grandbabies that play hockey like Adam or you."

Gordon blanched, that was the last thing that he ever wanted to think about, his daughter having a boyfriend, getting married, and having babies. She was still a little girl.

Ava laughed and pushed herself away from the wall. "This has been fun Gordon, really but I have homework to do."

"Okay." He handed the big pink bag to her. "I am sorry about missing your birthday."

The blonde took the bag and nodded her head, it wasn't the first time he had missed her birthday and probably wouldn't be the last. He had a bad habit of forgetting about her and breaking promises to her. He was never going to change. And Ava was starting to lose hope that he would ever change.

**

"Was practice that bad?" Ava's voice asked, causing Adam to sigh and flopped back on his bed, "Not really. We just weren't performing like we are supposed to."

"You would think it was the end of the whole damn world the way he's carrying on. It has gotten worse since he found out that Gordon came over while they were gone."

"He did? Are you okay?" He pushed back his hair, surprised.

"Yeah. He apologized for missing my birthday. Gave me a present."

"You don't sound too good."

"Really. I am fine." She sighed, "I just wish he would make up his mind. Whether or not he wants to be involved in my life. It gets tiring him coming and going like this."

"I know Av, but at least you have a coach and your grandma." He wasn't going to mention her mother because it always upsets her. And she wouldn't talk to anyone for days. The last time that McGill mentioned it, she cut them off for almost a month. And that was the longest timeout they had. And he was worried that if it happened again that she wouldn't ever speak to them again.

Though he knew that the others wouldn't mind it, they didn't like Ava being around like he did. She brought a sense of normality to their ranks. "Yeah, I know but that doesn't stop the jealousy that I have." Ava sighed, "I got to go. Grandma has dinner ready." "I will see you tomorrow." 

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"What happened Ava?" Jack asked as his granddaughter came down the stairs, still frowning. "Gordon came over while you were gone." She answered as she took the elastic band around her wrist and pulled her hair up into a ponytail, "said he was sorry for missing yesterday."

"And you believe that?" Jocelyn Reilly, Ava's mother, asked to step into the dining room. Ava spun on her heel, surprised, filling her features, "Mom? What are you doing here?" She hadn't seen her mother in months, not since Jack and Marion took her to the rehab center and she refused to go see her. She didn't want to remember her mother being who she was before she left. And didn't want to see her in the process of detoxing.

"Your grandma brought me over for dinner tonight so I could see you."

Ava nodded her head numbly before speaking, "No I don't believe that. I never would because I know if it was for his secretary reminding him about it he wouldn't have come over. And I bet anything you didn't remember yesterday was my birthday either." 

Jocelyn paled at her statement as Ava rolled her eyes to cover up the hurt. "Doesn't surprise me. Excuse me, I am going to help Grandma." She said before she brushed past her grandfather and mother.

"You are going to have your hands full with her dad when she gets older. She is already too much like Gordon than she will ever admit." Jocelyn muttered. "And let me worry about it, we are the ones raising her. Not you. You made your choice. You aren't going to come in here and destroy the progress she made." 

The oldest Reilly girl rolled her eyes, that wasn't her intention at all. She just wanted to see her daughter. But he would never believe her. She had caused too much trouble to be taken seriously. 

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"Come on pick up Adam. Pickup." Ava muttered as she paced the length of her bedroom, her phone pressed to her ear. She had dinner with her mother and grandparents and had been silent throughout the whole thing. Scared she was going to break and say stuff that she didn't mean. Her best friend didn’t pick up his phone and she signed threw the receiver back on the nightstand and flopped back on the bed. 

She knew it was only a matter of time before things changed. That she was going to have to change with it and that scared her the most. 

[whyareyouhere66]

Thinking about….

Various! Boyfriend x fem-coded reader

Cw: not really anything. Chubby reader friendly- in fact I sort of imagined it that way. Was thinking about shinsou while I wrote it (and it’s probably obvious). Fluff, modern, 2nd person pov. 

x

Thinking about laying in bed with him one particularly lazy evening, cuddling and watching reels together on your phone. You’re both cozy and tucked against each other’s bodies, his chest to your back, arm hooked lazily over your waist, a few pillows supporting your head while he rests his chin on your shoulder. 

As you scroll mindlessly, he watches from his perch next to your head and laughs at some of the funny videos, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of your shirt softly. And then, you come across one of those “pick an outfit videos”. 

There’s a few dresses photoshopped onto the screen, below them are corresponding accessories, shoes, bags, each with a symbol/letter/number to mark each one. 

You stare at it for a second, in your mind skimming over each of the options to see which you like best. You aren’t really sure though…

The low rumble of a hum comes from your boyfriend’s throat next to you, grabbing your attention.

“D.”

You pause, glancing over at him.

“Huh?”

“D.” He repeats himself, nodding towards the screen. You blush a little as you connect the dots, looking back at the dress he chose. 

“Really?”

“Yeah. ‘S pretty, good color.”

You give a small hum of acknowledgment as you process his words- cheeks a little warm at the sentiment. You weren’t expecting him to give his own answer- but since he did, you can’t say you didn’t find it endearing, the little moment attractive. 

Before you can scroll again, he speaks once more.

“Do another one.”

Your lips curl upwards a little, almost a bit flushed. You didn’t think this would be something he would care about- but nonetheless, you swipe onto the creator’s profile, met with several more videos in the exact same format. Clicking on a random one, you tilt your screen so he can see better. 

He leans in, eyes scanning the screen as he puts an odd amount of thought into it, a certain something soft glimmering in his eyes. As he thinks, you feel his hand slowly caressing your stomach, a warm palm smoothing over your skin gently, affectionately. As if he’s mapping out exactly how the dresses would fit on you, envisioning it in his mind. It’s not an unusual touch, but it could still give you butterflies any day, any where.

“Mmmm. B. With those shoes.” He uses his chin to gesture to the ones he means,  the pair with the “&” symbol right above them. 

“Y’think?” You ask, glancing at the dress and continuing to flush a little at the image of wearing it- at the thought of him imagining it on your figure. 

He nods. “Mhm. I like that color on you,” he tucks his head further into the bend of your shoulder, “…and the fit of it looks nice.” 

You start to smile a little bit, stomach all fuzzy as he speaks. The simple act of being known- of him having a favorite color on you (one of your favorite colors, to say the least), his hands gently running down your stomach and hip, warm cheek pressed close to your neck, makes you feel all warm inside. Beneath the blanket, your free hand rests on top of his forearm that’s slung over your waist.

“Thanks” you mumble softly, smiling at your phone screen as he simply nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Mhmmm…” he mumbles again- and you can feel his small smile against your skin. 

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P.s:

Whenever you’re watching reels together after that, and those kinds of videos pop up, he again gives his own opinion- thinking over each option and answering with a small quirk of his lips. And you love it almost every time. 

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Characters:  Eijirou Kirishima / HITOSHI SHINSOU / Shoto Todoroki / Denki Kaminari / THEODORE NOTT / Mattheo Riddle / Steve Randle / Dean Portman / Adam Banks / Daichi Sawamura / Keji Akaashi /  more?

[up for interpretation, aka some characters also vaguely match the scenario, but would have their own little behaviors added/emphasized in this type of scene that were not included, but can be imagined.]

[frasier-crane-style]

Saw a bad take on Anakin Skywalker (it involved Gamergate), so here's how I see his character. Because I think he's something of the Jedi Order in microcosm.

First off, we can see throughout Attack of the Clones that he's at loggerheads with the Order in general and Obi-Wan in specific. He's not the perfect Jedi. There's a way he wants to do things which is frequently direct and impulsive. He tries to do things this way, as a Jedi, and it tends to end with things going awry and/or him being chastised. He's literally James Dean, a Rebel Without A Cause.

Then when next we see him in Revenge of the Sith, he is the furthest thing from a juvenile delinquent. He's a war hero! A respected general! A leader of men! Even Obi-Wan approves of him hugely.

And I think what happened... and we can go into the reeds with Clone Wars and it's half-and-half canon, but save it for the reblogs... is that all of a sudden, Anakin's in his element. He gets to tell people what to do and not only is he in charge, but he's good at it! He's a success! He's delivering major victories for the Republic! After a lifetime of chafing under the Order, he turns out to have been right all along. It must've been like coming up for air from sixty feet down.

Imagine going through life being treated as a problem child and then you try out pottery and find out you're the best potter ever. Not only that, but by dint of all this great pottery you're making, you're acclaimed as a model citizen. They give you the key to the city!

And you're not even doing anything all that different, you are just taking the same instincts you've always had and applying them in the right way. Well, I mean, it has to be the right way, yeah? How can you be so respected and so successful and have Natalie Portman for a wife if you're not doing something right?

The thing is, I don't know if it was right for him. I think the right thing might've been to leave the Jedi Order, openly marry Padme, and stop trying to make this round hole square peg "Anakin as a Jedi" thing work. Because clearly Anakin is happier doing things his way than meditating and shit.

But he can't do that, obviously. The Jedi are at war. They need him. He can't desert the only family he has left in their time of need.

The same way the Jedi can't stay out of the Clone Wars and they can't fight them without being ensnared in Palpatine's plot.

It's all a Greek tragedy. Anakin being such a great hero in the service of the Republic makes it impossible for him to leave the Jedi Order like he should, and so he becomes the Empire's great villain.

[shivadh]

Per a discussion in comments, here's a bit of a facecast gallery! I had more than I thought, once I sat down to make a list. Left to right, top to bottom:

Michaelis: When I shared some photos of top tier football coach Jose Mourinho ages ago, someone called him the King Emeritus and the idea stuck, although there are other visual influences as well. Mourinho is excellent visual shorthand, anyway.

Jes Deimos: In my head, Jes is based on someone I went to college with, but early on in the books someone linked me to V Spehar, nonbinary journalist and podcast host, and I love their look for Jes. You just have to imagine the ice white hair.

Noah Deimos: I never had an image of Noah as a teen, but the first time I saw stand-up comic Moses Storm, I went "oh, hello adult Noah." (He's super funny, watch his special "Trash White" if you get the chance.)

Gregory: Fellas, is it weird to base a protagonist's look on a statue of Hadrian's lover Antinous from 1800 years ago? He has such good hair, is the thing. This is a photo of a statue of Antinous I took myself at the Art Institute several years ago.

Eddie: Eddie is one of those characters who I find so compelling to write as a personality that I find it hard to visualize him, but I would be infamous if I left Guy Fieri out of the lineup.

Alanna: okay what you have to understand is that she looks like Natalie Portman but like, very specifically the straightened hair, no frills, Plain Jane phase Portman went through in the late 1990s.

Gerald: This is a photo of a University of Chicago polo team member from 1926 and that's so hilariously specific as an image that it makes me laugh. If it wasn't this dude it'd be JFK, though. Again, the hair is doing a lot of the work here.

Monday: it's time to admit that the amount of Xena reruns I watched while writing my master's thesis may have permanently impacted me. Lucy Lawless was all I could think of when describing her.

Simon: I based Simon in the first book heavily on the mannerisms of Colin Fox as Fritz Brenner in the A&E Nero Wolfe miniseries, because he's perfect, I am not taking questions.

There are a number of people I don't have a facecast for -- Georgie probably most notably, but also pretty much all the Galian contingent, Joan, and most of the Ramblers (Ephraim has a touch of James Dean about him but none of the photos of James Dean look quite right). I do have casts for Caleb and Buck but I couldn't cram all the images in so I'll do that one separately in a day or two.

[lunarfleur]

OMYA HI <33 MAY I PLEASE REQUEST SOME POLY DEAN X READER X FULTON HEADCANONS?? TAHANK YOU ILYSM

ABSOLUTELY YOU CAN OMG

Poly! Dean and Fulton hcs!

Tagging: @collieflower215 @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @whyareyouhere66 @stupidratboii

Warnings: mentions of fights

A/N: I’ve never written for polyamory before so I’m sorry if this is bad

This is x gender neutral reader!

Literally where do I even begin

You’re dating two tough guys who literally throw people into walls for fun

It’s like you have your own bodyguards 24/7

Oh, someone’s getting a little too reckless?

You’ve got these two coming up behind you, giving the person every reason to walk away

And you’re never cold

ever.

Fulton and Dean argue about who’s jacket you get to take

Everything is a competition

Who gets the first kiss after a game, who gets to pay for date night…

It never ending

But it’s all good fun, because you all love each other.

Remember what I said before? About having your own bodyguards? Yeah, that applies during fights within the relationship, too

They’re both short tempered and aggressive and sometimes, though they try not to, they can get carried away during arguments (it’s mainly Dean)

Say you’re arguing with Dean, yelling and whatnot, and things start getting a little too loud?

Fulton’s there between you two, a hand on Portman’s chest, encouraging you both to just calm down

And there are also times when they fight with each other in front of you

And it’s just awful because, before they liked each other, they spent their time together roughing each other up

They’re much more used to aggression around each other

So they scream and get into it and you just want them to stop yelling

If you’re the sensitive kind, it’ll bring you to tears.

They always calm down, though, and apologize to you first.

Imagine how great it is to cuddle with both of them

You’re just smushed in between them and it’s so warm

And it smells like both of them so you’re literally just in heaven

But there’s no escaping sweat hugs

Let me tell you, when Fulton and Dean sweat, they sweat

After any game, even if you play, they both just sandwich you and you instantly feel 20x grosser than before

It’s bad…

It can be kind of complicated dating 2 people who just naturally do everything

Generosity is such a big thing with these two that it’s literally impossible to handle them

It’s like, “No, let me.” “No, let me.”

Also Lee’s send me so many hcs for these two so I definitely suggest scrounging through my “lee!” tag to find them because he has such a good brain

It’s the basic thing, to be honest

PDA is fairly common and 2x worse considering there’s three of you and you all love each other very much

And it’s so easy to forget that Dean and Fulton are also dating

(Until they get caught making out in the locker room)

It’s just 2x the love you receive and you’ll never go a day without being told how much they both love you

10/10, would recommend

[spaceagebachelormann]

𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔!

i don’t want you like a best friend - cato hadley

platonic wylan van eck fic I

platonic wylan can eck fic II

ricky potts x constantly cold reader

all of the girls you’ve loved before - platonic!wesper x reader

wylan van eck blurb

nina zenik matchup

she’s leaving home - marlene mckinnon

bookstore day with wylan van eck

unnamed wylan van eck fic

jesper fahey fluff hcs

cute - mischa bachinski

algebra quiz - mischa bachinski

freezing - mischa bachinski

jane foster matchup

what rtc characters would call their s/o

kotlc adults heights

kotlc kids heights

rtc characters with a sick s/o

cold - peter parker

evermore - remus lupin

forgiveness (can you imagine?) - gordon bombay

wylan van eck with a constantly cold s/o

adam banks dating hcs

fulton reed dating hcs

tasm! peter parker with a s/o with no sense of direction fic

fulton reed x reader x dean portman hcs

when stars bleed - sodapop curtis

dating steve randle headcanons

sparring practice - percy jackson

[fandom-lover20]

Penalty Box

Pairing: Dean Portman x GN!Reader Warnings: One swear, mention of violence (ice hockey check)

“Oh, come on!“

You listened to coach yell as the ref escorted you, with a hand on the back of your shoulder to the penalty box where Dean was stood waiting for you, opening the door once you were close enough.

The ref disappeared to give some shitty reason for you being in the box, it getting announced you were getting five minutes so it matched up with how long Dean had left.

“You know they’re only putting you in here ‘cause you’re a girl, right?“ Dean checked as you both sat on the bench, both of you with no helmet or gloves on.

“Yeah, I already told Connie to stay off,“ you said, mentioning the signal you gave when the whistle blew. “They can’t do much about Julie.“

“Thankfully.”

You and Dean shot up cheering as you saw Charlie, Adam and Fulton get the puck from one of the varsity players before getting a legal check in.

Still yelling cheers, you and Dean turned to each other, you going in for a hug where as he put a hand on your waist, like he normally does with hugs, but his other hand went to the back of your head and pulled you into a kiss, the crowd going wild when he did as did your team since they and Bombay had to deal with the two of you pining over each other at the junior league.

Once you had figured out what to do with your hands they moved to the sides of his face as you began kissing him back, your jersey starting to rise up.

“Alright, alright,“ one of the refs skated up to the box and hit the barrier a couple of times. “Keep it PG.“

Taking one hand off of Dean’s face as you continued to kiss and he pulled you in closer the ref was taken aback when you raised your hand, flipping him off.

The team, especially the girls, Goldberg, Fulton and even coach cheered even louder.

Dean’s hand moved from your head to your ass, you pulling away in shock as he spoke: 

“Been dying to do that for a while, Bash Babe.“

[fangirling-allday]

Can you please write something for Dean Portman? And at the end can it get a lil bit steamy please?

Omg thank you so much for requesting! I love Dean Portman and I was so excited to write for him! I’m sorry it took so long, but I hope you like this as much as I liked writing it!!

Blush

Pairing- Dean Portman x reader

Warnings- Some swearing and heavy make out session

Word count- 1574

Summary- Dean immediately caught your eye. However his dumb mistake may cost your relationship, or perhaps it’s enough to finally speak your mind.

A/N- I loved writing this and I hope I did good on the “steamy” part. I’m about inexperienced person probably ever so I hope I did a good job so it’s not awkward to read. I’m terrible at staying productive so I apologize for taking so long. I hope you all enjoy!

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Your first impression of Dean Portman was, Wow he’s hot. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he skated on the ice. Even as he pushed and shoved the newbies and the Ducks, your heartbeat quickened and heat rose to your face as he sent a wink your way.

However, your first encounter with him wasn’t as nice as you hoped.

You watch him practically scare Averman off, as you were trailing behind everyone else, and even though he was unbelievably attractive, you still didn’t take kindly to the way he treated your teammates.

“You know, you should get rid of your tough guy act if you plan on playing with us.” You said as you fell into pace with him.

You felt him staring at you, but you didn’t dare look at him.

“Why would I do that, babe? You seem to love it.” He said it so smugly that you wanted to tell him he was wrong, but he wasn’t.

You walked a little faster then stopped and turned around, you squared your shoulders and looked him dead in the eye. You prayed your face wouldn’t blush. “Well, babe, we’re a team, and you don’t treat your teammates that way. So either you knock it off or you walk away.”

Dean walked closer to you and stopped only inches away. You’re breath hitched. A smirk landed on his face. He then leaned closer so that his mouth was right next to your ear. “You know, for someone who’s acting like they hate my guts, you sure are blushing hard.”

You took a step back. “I’m pretty sure that’s because you make my blood boil.”

He started to walk past you but stopped when he was right next to you. His voice was low as he said, “That’s not what your body’s saying.” He then continued walking away, leaving one final sentence that got caught on your tongue.

Well then do something about it.

Weeks later, Dean finally got the nerve to ask you out. You were told it was all because of Fulton and Connie. That didn’t surprise you since they both knew of your feelings for one another and wanted you both to get together.

Even though you were together, Dean always found a way to make you blush. He claimed it was his favorite thing about you which always made you scowl.

You were in a great relationship until he decided to not attend Eden Hall. You guys weren’t able to talk about it at all, which made you upset. You weren’t sure where you guys stood anymore, especially since it seemed as if he was ignoring your calls.

You had quite enough of the varsity team and you couldn’t wait until you could knock them off their high-horse.

There were no goals made and the vibe in the locker room was not good. You all knew you needed some kind of miracle. It was as if he could read your mind because the next thing you knew was the door opened and his voice filled your ears.

You were glad he was here because you knew that he gave you all a fighting chance against the varsity team, but you were still angry with him. When he made his way to you with his smirk on his beautiful face, you gave him a tight-lipped smile and walked past him following the rest of your teammates out of the room and back to the ice.

As much as you hate to admit it, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he played. You, of course, always found him attractive, but when he played he was unbelievably hot. The look of concentration on his face and the way his body moved made butterflies in your stomach. It also made it very hard to play.

You groaned as Dean got a penalty. God damn it.

Your eyes practically bulged out of your eyes as Dean started to strip in the box. You blushed as his eyes held your gaze. He sent a wink to you and spoke. “I know you like what you see, babe, but you better focus on the game.”

You rolled your eyes and focused back on the game, but you couldn’t help but sneak glances his way.

When Goldberg made the goal, you started to jump around and yell. You won!

After the game, you started to walk home but before you got too far, you heard that familiar voice.

“Hey, babe, wait up.”

You didn’t slow down.

“Oh c’mon! I know you like it when I chance after you, but we just won! We should celebrate!” He jogged to fall into step with you.

You looked at him but didn’t stop walking. You shook your head and looked forward.

You couldn’t believe he was acting as if he didn’t abandon you. He left without even saying goodbye. You weren’t going to let him off easy. He broke your heart and now he was acting just like before he left.

He grabbed your arm. You stopped, but you didn’t dare to look at him. If you looked at him, you knew you would let all your emotions loose.

“Hey, look at me. What’s wrong?”

That did it.

You turned to look at him with fire in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You yelled. “What’s wrong is that you left us. You left your team without even saying goodbye. We’re the Ducks, we stick together even if our coach leaves.” You pulled your arm from his grasp. Tears threatened to pour down your face. “You... you left me.” Your voice broke. “You didn’t even say goodbye, you just left. And, and now you’re acting as if it never happened! You’re acting as if you didn’t leave me heartbroken!” Tears were now streaming down your face.

“What’s worse is that I can’t even hate you for it! I’ve tried but I am so in love with you that I can’t even hate you after you broke my heart.” You spoke without thinking but when you finally processed what you said you covered your hand with your mouth.

Neither of you has said the L-word before.

“Oh my god. I... I didn’t mean to say that. I mean I did but,” Dean cut you off by cupping your cheeks and kissing you softly. When he pulled away he spoke softly.

“I love you too.” He started to brush away your tears with his thumbs. “And I hate that I’ve made you cry. The truth is I wasn’t sure how to say goodbye to you. I was so mad at Bombay, and I didn’t want to take it out on you.”

“You still could’ve told me you wouldn’t be coming to Eden. You could’ve told me yourself so that I didn’t have to hear it from Fulton.”

He looked down at that. “I know, and I’m truly sorry about it, and I hope you forgive me.” He looked up to meet your eyes as he finished his sentence.

You sighed. You looked at his face, his eyes, his nose, and finally landed on his lips.

You kissed him again, this kiss was full of passion and love. It was slow to start but soon became feverish.

You pulled away for air. “Wanna come over to my house?” Your eyes darting between his lips and his eyes.

He nodded and leaned back in for another kiss. You could’ve kissed him all night long, but you probably shouldn’t be standing in the middle of the road. You pulled away from the kiss and dragged him along.

He snuck his hand into the back pocket of your jeans as you walked the rest of your way to your house. Your face blushed and you hoped the darkness of the night would hide it, but it didn’t.

“Aww, you’re blushing like a rose,” Dean said, poking at your face.

“Oh shut up.” You said as you nudged him.

“I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with. You know I love it when you blush.”

You finally made it to your house and you walked him to your room.

As soon as you put your stuff down and shut your door, Dean had you pinned to it.

Your noses were touching as he whispered, “So baby, how much do you love me?”

“I’ll guess you’ll have to find out.” Your eyes twinkled with mischievous.

He bit his lip. “I like the sound of that.”

Before you had time to respond, he kissed you. This kiss wasn’t like the ones before. It was rough and made your stomach flip.

He didn’t keep his hands in one place for long, but they lingered on your waist. Everywhere he touched set your skin ablaze.

He moved his lips to your neck.

You tried not to make any sounds, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“C’mon babe, let me hear you.” His voice was low.

You cupped his face and brought his lips back to yours. You walked forwards, pushing him towards your bed. You didn’t break the kiss until you knew you were in front of your bed.

Dean chased after your lips. He let out what seemed like a growl. For once, he was blushing.

“I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with.” You said before pushing him onto your bead.

“You know I love it when you blush.”

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Pairing: Dean Portman x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,293 words

Warnings: Mild swearing

Request: Can you do a Dean Portman x Fem Reader fic please? Specifically D2 if you don’t mind

Brring. Brring. Brring.

“Hello?”

“Yo, it’s Dean. Is [Y/n] there?”

A sigh. “Yeah, she’s here.” Something rustles and clatters on the other side of the line; Dean keeps the receiver nestled against his ear, leaning against the wall as your little brother pulls away to scream your name. “She’ll be here in a second.”

“Cool. Thanks, little man.”

“Mhmm.”

He waits for a moment longer. True to your sibling’s word, you soon pick up, out of breath and sounding very eager.

“Dean!” you exclaim happily, and a smile crooks itself on the boy’s face. “What’s up? How’s L.A.?”

“Oh, man, babe, it’s awesome! You should’ve seen the coliseum. There was this huge welcome thing for us and tons of reporters – some people even asked for my autograph.”

“Really? That’s awesome!” In the background, your brother yells at your baby sister. Dean can hear you and your mom shush him. “Can’t wait to see you on TV. We’ll all be rooting for you.”

He puffs his chest proudly. “Make sure you’re loud enough so I can hear you on the rink,” he says. “I’ll bash up the competition real good for ya.”

“Aw, for me? That’s sweet of you.” You’re beaming on the other end, wrapping the phone cord around your fingers like you usually do when you make calls; he just knows it. “Are you and that other guy getting along now? Ful – Fol – uh, what was his name again?”

“Fulton. Yeah, he’s cool now. We’re roommates.”

“Sweet. Well, tell him hey for me. I’m glad you found a bro.”

Dean halfheartedly rolls his eyes at your teasing.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grunts.

Your laughter rings in his ears like a song. “Aw. Look at you making friends, Mr. Tough Guy”—your mom says something, and you muffle the receiver to reply—“ugh, sorry, I gotta help my mom with something now. Good luck tomorrow, Dean.”

“Thanks. ‘Night.”

“Goodnight.”

The two of you linger for a few seconds, neither one quite willing to hang up, until your mom calls for you again. Dean snorts and mutters a quick “bye” before letting you go.

—

While breaking curfew in Westwood, Fulton watches Dean flick through the stacks of instrumentals and movie soundtracks with a furrowed brow.

“So … how long’ve you known this chick?” he asks.

“Since third grade,” Dean replies absently, picking up a tape. He’ll never get why you listen to this kind of music – but hey, he told you he’d get you a souvenir, so a souvenir you’ll get. “We’re neighbors.”

“You been dating long?”

“’Bout a year and a half.”

Fulton’s eyebrows shoot up. Dean doesn’t notice, too busy plucking out a jazzy-looking tape from a movie you’d mentioned watching a while back, and then gestures with his head towards the register.

“She’ll like this. Ready to go, man?”

“Yeah.”

As Dean checks out his stuff, Fulton stares at the tape meant for you and shakes his head in disbelief. Who knew his bro was the type for the long haul?

—

Brring.

“Hey.”

“… Hey.”

“I saw it on TV. The ref’s a dumbass.”

Dean slumps against the side of his bed, holding in a groan at the soreness in his muscles. Across from him, Fulton’s knocked out so hard he’s barely snoring, so Dean attempts to keep his voice down.

“I should’ve been out there, [Y/n]. Everyone got their asses kicked and all I could do was watch.”

“I’m sorry, Dean.”

“Then Coach made us do drills after supper. Gave us crap about not working hard enough — like he’s one to talk …”

You’re silent, the line occupied by the soft crackle of your breathing, and Dean drags a hand down his face with a sigh. He can’t believe you saw him get kicked out of a game barely five seconds in. God, it’s embarrassing. There was so much he could’ve done today and none of it happened.

“I’m still proud of you, you know,” you say softly. “You checked that guy like it was nothing.”

He chuckles dryly. “Thanks, babe.” Stifling a yawn, Dean cracks his neck, mumbling, “Good luck with work tomorrow. You’ll kill it.”

“Thanks. Good luck with practice.”

“Yep. ‘Night.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

Click.

—

“James was onto something with the checks,” Fulton says. “We gotta get the timings right and then bash ‘em where it really hurts.”

“Hell, yeah.” Dean grins and bumps fists with him. “The bash bros are back!”

Truth be told, after getting roughed up at Belmont, he’s feeling more pumped about hockey than ever before. All it took was a little schoolyard puck to clear his head. Team Germany is in for a pounding, Dean thinks.

Connie taps his shoulder. He swivels around, raising an eyebrow when she tilts her head toward the seats across from her and Julie.

“Yeah?”

“Someone’s got an eye on you,” she whispers with a smile.

He blinks and shifts a bit, meeting eyes with the girl staring at him from across the aisle.

The girl blushes and smiles, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She glances away quickly to giggle with her friend.

Dean settles back in his seat, pleased to be recognized but nothing more.

“Why don’t you talk to her?” Connie urges.

“I got a girl back home,” he responds.

Turning to Fulton again, he brings up the prospect of a game plan against Germany’s enforcers. Connie and Julie’s shock and ensuing sputters fly completely over his head.

—

You beat him to calling first.

“Dean, holy crap – you guys made it to the finals!”

“’Course we did, babe,” he retorts, preening at the pride in your voice. “You were doubting or somethin’?”

“Not once,” you say. “Anyway, how’s it feel? Going up against Iceland again?”

“Like we’re gonna kick their asses. Coach is on our side again; we’ve been studying the Vikings’ games. I got a good feeling about this one.”

“That’s great. I’ll be watching.”

“Counting on it.”

—

The stadium roars with applause and cheers so loud that Dean can’t even hear himself.

It hardly matters, though, as he seizes his turn to hold the flag, skating around the rink with his team. The lights are blinding. He’s all sweaty and his heart is pounding so hard it’s almost bursting, chest heaving as he whoops. He passes the flag to Fulton.

Reporters swarm like bees on the ice, microphones everywhere, peppering everyone with questions that he can’t catch. Maybe he answers some of them with an incomprehensible yell. The high of a win distracts him from the media attention, in any case; he’s too busy tackling and slapping his teammates’ backs to really care. Pride fills his chest and he feels like a damn Olympian.

A hand grabs his bare wrist and tugs.

“Hey, Number 21!”

Dean’s smile slacks out of shock.

Eyes wide, he turns around. You stand there in front of him, grinning, stadium lights shining around your head like a halo.

“Told you I’d be watching,” you shout.

Without a second thought, the enforcer throws his arms around you and presses his lips against yours, the chaos of the crowd disappearing for just a moment as you return his affection. When he pulls away, your smile is even wider. Dean catches his breath and grins back.

“Dang,” Russ cries suddenly, and Dean looks to his right to see his teammate pointing the two of you out to everyone else. “Get some, Portman!”

You just laugh. Neither one of you is the type to shy away, so he scoops you up for another kiss, much to your delight (and the delight of the Ducks). His nose brushes yours as he opens his eyes.

“Love ya, [Y/n],” he says next to your ear.

You peck his cheek. “Love ya back, Dean Portman.”

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Under Pressure|1| Dean Portman| Mighty Ducks

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This is no way tied into Game Changers, this is Ava's original story that starts before the first movie and goes up to high school graduation where Game Changers starts before the second movie.

masterlist coming soon

Introduction

"Hey Grandpa?" Ava Bombay asked as she came down the stairs at Jack Reilly's house.

"Yes?" He asked as he pulled on the black Hawk's coat he wore everywhere.

"Did my dad call at all last night?"

Jack pursed his lips as he yanked the zipper up, "no he didn't Ava."

Yesterday was Ava's 12th birthday and all she wanted was for her father to call her and tell her happy birthday. It didn't matter that her grandparents had thrown her a party and invited the Hawks and most of her friends to the local ice rink. All she wanted was her father to remember her and call. That and she wanted true friends.

Ava scoffed sadly and moved down the rest of the stairs to where her own winter coat was hanging at. "I shouldn't have expected him to call. He never does."

Jack was silent. He never really liked talking about the kid that he thought would be his star player or be his son in law. He hadn't since the day he dropped a 2 year old Ava off at the Reilly's house and never looked back.

But that's all she ever wanted.

"Adam wants me to go play a pick up game with him and some of the boys after school. Is that okay?" She asked changing the subject.

Jack nodded his head in agreement, he was secretly hoping that Ava and Adam would end up together. That he would get his perfect family with his granddaughter and his newest big star. But he knew deep down, not to get his hopes up because they always ended up shattered.

**

"God would you look at them?" Roger McGill asked as he, Mark Larson, Adam Banks and Ava walked down the sidewalk past frozen pond that kids their age were trying to play hockey, "they are awful."

Following his gaze Ava shrugged her shoulders, "So were you before Grandpa whipped you into shape. They just need guidance."

"And tell me Bombay, what do you know about it?"

They all knew that Ava wasn't allowed to play on the Hawks due Jack's rule of no girls on his team.

"I know damn more than you do. I may not play hockey. But I know hockey." She returned as she moved from Adam's side and moved further out ahead of them.

She wasn't stupid, she knew the only reason why they put up with her was because she was their coach's granddaughter and they all wanted to keep making the team.

"Hey Ava, wait up." Adam called shooting glares at his two friends.

"What do you want, Banks? Come to rub it in?"

He shook his head, "No. Just didn't want you walking by yourself."

Coach would never forgive them if anything happened to Ava. And personally he liked her alot better than the boys at that point in time.

Ava nodded her head and pressed her lips together as they came to a stop at the corner to cross the street.

**

"Hawks." Peter said, pointing seeing the group retreating away from the pond, the two boys calling for the other two to wait up.

"So? They didn't bug us and it's not like we have anything for them to want to try and copy." Jesse Hall said as he spun around to look at him.

"They had a girl with them."

"Your point? We have a girl too.' Guy Germanie commented, Connie had seen her first and pointed her out to him and it made them both wonder if the age old rule for the Hawks was coming to an end.

"I don't think we have anything to worry about. She hasn't played before and we don't play them until later on anyways." Charlie Conway said before skating towards the edge of the pound to get his water bottle. "So drop it and let's try and practice."

**

Ava bade her friends goodbye before she climbed the de-iced stairs to her grandparents house before she sighed, the pushed back thoughts of being lonely and her dad not wanting her came back in full force. She had felt silly the night before wishing for good friends and her dad to be around a little bit and even more silly for hoping for friends like the kids she saw skating on the pond.

She just had to go with what she had and that was it. No more. No less.

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 Dean Portman cheering you up would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by @mountjude​)

- You know those days that just …aren’t your day? Well you were having one of those.

-  No matter what you did or didn’t do, you couldn’t shake that nagging feeling of sadness that washed over you; regardless of whether or not you really had a reason to be sad.  

- And because of that, you were really in no mood to socialize. All you wanted to do was get back home and crawl into bed, blocking out the rest of the world and stewing in your misery until you could fall asleep and wake up in a hopefully better mood. 

- But doing something like that was easier said than done when you had a boyfriend like Dean Portman who; under his hostile exterior, was the equivalent of a brash puppy: always hanging all over you and jumping around your room like he just snorted a line of pure sugar. 

- There’s really no escaping him; especially not when he’s used to walking you home from school everyday and knows exactly where to find you by the time the final bell rings. You don’t get very far before he’s appearing beside you, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side with a cheery smile and greeting. 

- It doesn’t take him very long to figure out that somethings the matter. You’re usually all smiles when you see him; just like he is when he sees you, so when you give him a quiet greeting and barely spare him a second glance, his own mood immediately dampens and he’s quick to try and see what’s wrong. 

- He furrows his brows at your behavior, asking if you’re okay to which you merely shrug and say that you’re fine; either not wanting to get into it or not knowing what’s wrong yourself. He doesn’t buy it for a second. 

- Regardless of what’s actually the problem, he immediately thinks he’s done something wrong and wracks his brain for something he could have done to make you; what he thinks is, mad at him. This isn’t helped by the fact that you softly pull yourself from his grip and tell him that you’re “just gonna head home”; not so subtly hinting at the fact that you don’t want him walking with you. 

- His voice softens and he asks if you’re “sure you’re okay”, watching you closely as you put on a little smile and assure him you’re fine, making up some excuse for wanting to be alone. It’s then that he knows for sure that there’s something wrong and that it isn’t him. 

- He hesitantly tells you alright, deciding that it’s probably best to give you a at least a little space to try and get yourself out of the funk you’re in; but resolves to visit you the next day if he doesn’t hear from you first. 

- The two of you say goodbye, he gives you a hug and watches solemnly as you walk off towards your house. 

- Scratch that whole giving you space thing. It takes him all of a few hours to throw his jacket back on and begin his trek over to your house. He knows that somethings wrong and he can’t stand the thought of you just sitting there alone while he sits back and fiddles with things he doesn’t care about. 

- He’s such a regular at your house that he honestly just walks in at this point, greeting whoever is home; not to their surprise, before he makes his way up to your room. He gives your door a knock before he steps inside, finding you already in bed, listening to a cassette as you lay curled up in misery. 

- He crouches by your bed, resting his chin on his hands as he quietly greets you. You greet him back and he gives you a little smile, nodding to your bed and asking if he can “get in there”. 

- Once you agree, he slides in behind you and wraps himself around you, pulling you in close. 

- A few minutes of silence pass before he asks if you’re going to tell him what’s wrong. If you don’t immediately, he’ll make some guesses of his own, waiting for you to agree with one: family, friends, school, etc. 

- He’ll listen quietly when you do, offering you a little bit of advice here and there or just letting you get it all out while he traces patterns onto your skin. 

- If you really don’t want to talk about it, he’ll understand and he’ll shift his focus onto distracting you and cheering you up: making stupid jokes, telling you funny stories, talking about other things like music or movies. He probably manages to at least make you smile with his antics. 

- And once he gets that smile, it’s game over for you. He’ll almost immediately insist that the two of get out of bed, cheerfully getting up and pulling you with him or throwing you over his shoulder. 

- He thinks that all you need is some more distracted and; whether you like it or not, now that your mood is brighter, he’s going to force you to do something that he thinks you’ll like. 

- It might take a little while but his plan does wind up working. You find yourself forgetting that your impromptu hangout was all a product of you being upset and begin to have actual fun with him. 

- Somewhere in the middle of it all, you just have to stop and look at him, wondering how you got so lucky as he turns to you with a big, beautiful smile.

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Dorm

Summary: Mighty Ducks, Adam Banks/Dean Portman, they get stuck in their college dorm after catching some bug going around, they both confess they like each other and have been pining after each other for years

Dean hadn’t given any thought to what he was doing for college, beyond the fact he was going to keep playing. So on his first day when Adam walks up he can’t help but laugh, of course they had the same idea, and of course they had the same grades that led them to both getting into college with the best hockey team that they could afford to go to, although Dean has the suspicion that Adam was also coming on a scholarship, of course he’d figure that out when they went to their dorms, kids on scholarships were given specific dorms as the school stated to help them keep their minds on studying and retaining the scholarship. Adam comments that the scholarship dorms are a load of bullshit, with everyone partying as much as they do cram study sessions. Dean’s not bothered that they’re sharing a dorm room, he’s a little relieved, at least he knows who his roommate is.

Adam’s too exhausted to pay attention to anyone coming and going from the dorm room. He assumes Dean has gone out, probably at the first sniffle, Dean had never been a fan of getting sick and Adam is for once thankful. If Dean is gone then that means he won’t find out about Adam’s crush that he’d been hiding since pretty much the moment he met Dean. He falls asleep after making himself some soup, which he only ate five bites of before he’d gotten a little dizzy and tried to put his spoon up but it’s fallen on the floor. He feels a little more stable after he drinks water and the cold medication starts to kick in.

Dean isn’t happy. He’s sick, he’s known he was sick for the past two days which is why he tried to stay in his room but then Adam started coughing and sniffling and Dean knew he got Adam sick. He wasn’t angry at himself just dreading the risk of confessing his crush he’s had on Adam for years. He gets back from the doctor's appointment he made, the assurance that it’s a week long flu that had been going around goes out the window when he sees Adam.

Adam’s shirtless, half covered by a blanket so Dean really hopes he has some form of pants on but Dean can see the half eaten soup and pulls the spoon from the floor to wash it.

“Dean?” Adam mumbles when he wakes up he can hear the TV is louder and it’s not on the daytime television he’d been half watching earlier.

“Yeah you okay?”

“Don’t wanna get you sick.”

“I’m already sick, you caught it from me, it’s about a week long flu. You take some cold medication already?” Dean nudges the bottle of pills.

“Well I could get you sick again.”

“That’s very unlikely.”

“Could happen.”

“There’s as much a chance of that happening as us going on a date.” Dean means it as a joke but Adam looks panicked and he’s going to try to brush it off but Adam’s mumbling stops him.

“I was careful, thought you didn’t know..”

“Know what?” Dean pretends Adam’s just really out of it from the flu and medication.

“My crush on you, it’s okay, you don’t like me back.”

“No I do like you back, I thought I was good at hiding it.”

“You are, I never would have guessed.” Adam grins, but it falters when Dean leans forward as if to kiss him.

“NO! I’ll get you sick again!!”

“Adam, that’s not how this works, we’ve been over that.”

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The Last Word | Dean Portman

for anon! i kinda like this one idk if it actually turned out the way i wanted tho. here’s hoping!

song : i won’t say (i’m in love) from Hercules

first part is very inspired by the song, second part not as much.

warnings : none !

Connie squinted menacingly at me. She didn’t say anything for a while, but the mere presence of her angry gaze made me squirm. Finally, when I genuinely felt as though I was going to combust, I gave her an exasperated look. “What, Connie? What are you staring like that for?”

She didn’t answer me right away, instead taking a long moment to tap her chin and lead me to believe that she was about to say something painfully philosophical. But what came out of her mouth instead was something that made me nearly fall out of my seat. “Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe the reason you and Dean don’t get along is because you both are secretly in love with each other?”

I fully gawked at her, just managing to keep my jaw from hanging open. “Are you, I don’t know, insane?” I shot back. I shook my head in genuine confusion. Where on earth had she gotten that idea from?

I figured I had been hiding it fairly well.

A giddy look flashed across Connie’s face as she leaned forward in her chair, eyeing me suspiciously. When I gave her a confused look, she sighed. “There’s no way, Y/N. I get it, it’s Dean, he’s a bit of a tool, but no two people hate each other that much. I refuse to believe it,” she declared indignantly, flinging herself backwards with a huff.

I rolled my eyes at her antics. If this was her way of getting me to admit to having a crush on the biggest goon I’d ever met, she had another thing coming. “Are you sure your head’s on straight? I mean, it’s Portman, Con. How crazy do you think I am?” I questioned accusingly, hoping to God that I was able to keep my voice from quivering.

Seemingly having her mind made up, Connie gave a nonchalant shrug. “I think you need to just admit it,” she pushed, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips.

“There’s nothing to admit!” I nearly shouted, my tone unfortunately carrying my desperate desire to avoid the topic at hand.

Clearly there was something in the way I denied her claims that gave me away, as her smirk only deepened. She let out a giggle, “This is almost embarrassing. Y/N, would you just say it? Say that I’m right.”

Exasperated, I stared at her blankly. “You’re not right!” I insisted, though at this point, I figured I was just making things worse.

Connie let out an unsatisfied sigh. “It would be so much easier if you’d just admit it,” she pointed out tiredly, causing me to only shake my head harder.

“I don’t care what you say, Con. I’m not admitting anything,” I declared with finality, leaning back in my own seat. My arms crossed tightly over my chest, and for a few moments, I refrained from even looking at my best friend. She surely didn’t need to see the pink tint that had spread across my cheeks.

x—

The locker room after a loss was always tense, especially when Charlie was off blaming himself. Being the captain, he had the tendency to put all of the pressure on himself. Sometimes, that was fair – he made his fair share of mistakes. But sometimes it was completely unprecedented. Usually we made it a group effort to cheer him up, but no one seemed to be in the mood today. With a sigh, I made my way over to his locker.

“Save it, Y/N,” he spat before I could even open my mouth. He wasn’t even looking at me. He was too busy shoving things around in his bag.

I let out a breath of hot air. “Charlie, you always do this. You know just as well as I do that tonight was not your fault. Hell, Charlie, you’re the only one who actually scored a damn goal!” I argued gently, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He didn’t move for a few seconds, but eventually he turned, my hand sliding off of his arm. He shook his head, “I don’t care. I could’ve played harder.

I let out another sigh, “Charlie–“

“Oh, let it go,” Dean growled from beside us, his brows pulled together angrily. When I glared at him, he dismissed my annoyance with a passive glance. “He’s gonna blame himself, so let him. It’s not like there’s anyone else to blame.”

I rolled my eyes. “Right, because it’s not like we could blame you for taking a lousy penalty when we were tied in overtime. That would just be absurd,” I snarked, giving him a hard glare. I kept my eyes fixated solely on his face, as he was very shirtless and I was very attracted to him.

He let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Bold, L/N. Almost makes me wonder if we could blame you for hitting the post on a breakaway. I thought you said you were working on that?” he retorted far too easily, a menacing smirk on his full lips.

He was right, undoubtedly, but that didn’t make me any less infuriated. I stuck my tongue in my cheek, trying to will myself to calm down but failing miserably – I couldn’t not have the last word. I crossed my arms over my chest and stood a little bit taller. “You know, I think it’s adorable that you think that you have room to critique the way I play, considering you have one whole goal on the season,” I fired, my jaw setting firmly.

Of course I was aware of the uncomfortable and startled gazes that had found their way to our little spat. Connie’s eyes were practically burning a hole into the side of my head. But at the end of the day, this was typical. They should’ve been used to it by now.

Dean let out a husky chuckle, tugging a shirt over his head. Once he had dressed, he took a menacing step towards me, glaring down his nose at my smaller form. His twisted smirk remained, and I couldn’t tell if I wanted to slap him or kiss him. “You wanna know what I think is adorable, sunshine?” he snickered, his head lowering to peer threateningly into my eyes.

Before I could tell him that he could take his thoughts and shove them, Charlie slammed something against his locker behind me. I nearly jumped, whipping my head around to stare at my captain. The brunette was giving us an entirely fed up look, his bag hoisted over his shoulder. “Portman, L/N, do us all a favor and work out your weird romantic tension when we’re not around,” he quipped tiredly before brushing past me.

I stared wide-eyed at his back as he exited the locker room, certainly not daring a glance at Dean. I remained uncomfortably rooted to my spot as everyone else began to file out of the room, chuckling under their breath as they left. Luis mumbled something to Dean as he passed, ducking just before the taller boy could get a good whack at him. When Connie paused for a moment by my side, my stomach dropped. She gave me a once-over before shrugging. “Told you to just admit it. Would’ve made things a lot easier,” she reminded, far too loudly for my liking.

I let out a breath as she exited. The room was eerily quiet, and for the first time in a long while, I looked up at Dean. We made awkward eye contact, causing me to drop my gaze almost immediately. I cleared my throat as I tried to brush past him, “Excuse me.”

Before I could get far, he grabbed my elbow, holding me firmly beside him. I tried to wear my best exasperated expression, but the chirp I had prepared died on my tongue when I met his determined gaze. He perked one thick eyebrow, “Is there something you wanna tell me, L/N?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and settled for a simple shrug. “Should there be?” I managed to work out, my eyes permanently fixated on his. If this is how this was going to happen, he was going to have to fess up to something first. I was not putting myself in that position.

After a tense moment, he shook his head. His fingertips slowly released my arm and the look on his face melted into one I hadn’t seen before. “Guess not,” he grumbled before turning his back to me.

I couldn’t help the anger that sparked in my stomach. Was he always this dense? “Wow,” I muttered flatly, “you kind of are dumb, aren’t you?” He spun on his heel, his expression more surprised than it was angry. When he did nothing more than furrow his eyebrows, I let out an exasperated breath. “We’re just gonna keep doing this then? The whole constant bickering thing? You’re that stubborn?”

He stuck his tongue in his cheek, and I could tell I had once more succeeded at getting on his nerves. But this time, it was for a much different reason. “So we’re going to pretend that I’m the only one being stubborn?” he shot back, his eyes narrowed.

“Yes, we are,” I deadpanned. When his eyebrows flew upwards at my bluntness, I took a step towards him. “Personally, I think you need to grow a pair,” I taunted in a low voice, my eyes never once deviating from his.

He let out a chuckle, but that was all. Instead his hand pressed against the back of my neck, tugging me towards him. He met me in the middle, his lips crashing against mine with a certain ferocity that was all-too predictable. I didn’t waste time registering his actions and kissed him back immediately, grabbing ahold of his shirt tightly. His free hand found my waist, pulling me almost flush against him. A wave of bliss flooded my mind as I lost myself in his kiss, something I had been guiltily anticipating for far too long.

After what simultaneously felt like seconds and years, his lips left mine, but his hands remained. I couldn’t do much except stare up at him. He perked an eyebrow, his signature smirk returning. “How’s that for growing a pair, L/N?”

I rolled my eyes at his remark. “I think I’ve found that I like you better when your lips are doing something other than talking,” I teased.

His smirk slowly turned into a smile as his fingertips rubbed against the hairs at the nape of my neck. After a short moment, he chuckled and stepped backwards. When I gawked at him, he shrugged coyly. “I can’t just give you everything you want.”

He moved to turn away again, but I grabbed at his shirt. He gave me a humored look. I wasn’t laughing. “Dean Portman, so God help me, if you don’t kiss me again I will-“

He didn’t let me finish. And for the first time, I was perfectly fine with not having the last word.