The Mighty Ducks X Reader (Oneshots & Preferences)

Dean - I Hate you. 🌧☁️

A/N; (This is only angst-ISH and I dunno if it's a trigger warning but ⚠️SMOKING & SWEARING⚠️ I kinda see Dean as an early smoker?? Cuz he edgy—or sum lol,, anyway,, this is my first angsty oneshot!!! Yyaaayyy!! Also I'm making him a total asshole in this... more than he already is, kinda,, sorry?? Enjoy!)

Another day, another hockey practice, another insufferable moment with Dean Portman. As soon as he walks into a room you're in he glares at you. You and Dean have always despised one another, neither of you knew why but as soon as the two of you made eye contact for the first time an unspoken hatred blossomed between the two of you, it isn't like you wanted to hate him, but he was just so aggressive and mean and you didn't like him bullying you and your friends, but sometimes you can't help your feelings, your heart does flips when you're near him and he is just so handsome—"Agh-!!" Mention a pretty devil and one shall appear, Dean ran into you on your way to the arena. It's been almost a year since since the two of you met and the whole angry rival thing started, and a few months since you and your team had started at Eden Hall, and you personally, have had enough of him being an ass. So you decided to talk to him after practice.

*Time Skip*

After practice, and, changing back into your regular outfit, you waited outside for Dean.

Walking out with his hockey bag, lighting a cigarette, he stopped right outside the arena door. He was always the last out.

"Dean." He jumped almost dropping his lighter, "Jesus, the hell do you want?" You sigh and set your gear down. "I just want to talk" " 'Bout what?" You look down at your feet, then back up at him. "About why you're such an ass to everyone.... mostly me." He looks away taking a large puff of smoke. Exhaling he looks you in the eye "Because you're a bitch haha, why else?" He said, smirking. You glare and rub your eyes "Listen Dean,, I don't need your shit, I just want to know why you hate me? Since the second we first met, you've been an absolute ass! And, I just want to know if I did something wrong? And if there's anything I can do to make it up to you!? Because I can't take you being a prick to everybody anymore!! It's HELL watching you terrorize my friends like this!!" His smirk disappears and he throws away his cigarette. "Listen babe-" "Y/N." he sighs "Listen... Y/N, I didn't choose to hate you, my body did." You look at him like he's crazy. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" He adjusts his stance and glances to the side wiping his face "You,, make me,, ugh, my stomach hurts when I look at you, everything feels fuzzy when I think about you and I get headaches and I get all sweaty, and, and I HATE IT!!" You look up at him with wide eyes, heart beating fast. "W-what? What did you say?" He looks at you with a frown on his red face "You make me feel things I don't like, and, I think it's why I hate you." You smile a bit but quickly hide it in your hands "Dean," "what." You look into his eyes and smirk "I don't think you hate me." Confused he looks at you and scratches his head "Huh? What do you mean,, I feel like shit around you, obviously I hate you." You smile and bit your lip, "You, sir, have feelings for me, and those feelings? Aren't hate, they're lOooVe!" You cross your arms in victory as he furrows his brows and shakes his head. "No, I can't love you! You, you're.... I shouldn't have feelings for you, love isn't for me..." he looks to his feet and begins to walk away, hauling your hockey gear over your shoulder you chase after him. "Dean! Hey! What do you mean love isn't for you!?" He covers his ears and walks faster, almost to the bus stop "DEAN PORTMAN YOU TURN THE FUCK AROUND RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD." He stops, and turns "Screw off, I don't love you, and I NEVER will, you're lying to yourself! I Hate You! Now get a life and don't fuck up mine." Your eyes widen and you tear up. You inhale and let out a shaky breath and smile sadly. "Kay..." is all you could manage to say and turned to walk home. He watched you walk away and frowned but continued walking to the bus stop.

The next few days, you didn't see Dean at school, so, you talked to Fulton.

You caught Fulton after class in the hallway with a chocolate bar stuffed in his face. "Fulton!" He turned around, as soon as he saw you his eyes went wide and he choked on his snack, "Shit! Y/N! Uh, is this about me copying off you in math?" You stop "Wait, you cheated off me in math?" His eyes dart from side to side "No. I... did not..." you shake you're head "Never mind I don't care. Have you seen Dean? I haven't seen him in days, we talked after last practice and I think his not being in school is my fault..." he looks at you and pats your shoulder "Y/N,, uh,, you really messed him up." "What? Oh my god! Oh my god oh my god oh my go-" "HEY! I-it's okay! Uhm,, you can uh, come see him tonight? Maybe you can actually get him out of bed! Or at least get him to eat?" You cover your face then run your hands through your hair "He isn't eating? Oh what have I done??" He shrugs and takes another bite of his candy bar. "If it helps I don't think it's totally your fault, he's been crying and saying how he feels stupid and something about, and I quote. 'Dumb idiot heart feeling stuff' which is kinda funny... until he starts crying again." You look down and sigh, you then look back up "Thank you Fulton, I'll be there around five, alright?" He nods and gives you a small hug, "I'll see ya tonight Y/N."

*Time Skip*

Your classes all went slower than usual, you couldn't stop thinking about how messed up Fulton said Dean was... going to Dean and Fulton's dorm you were thinking of how to help Dean feel better, even if it was kind of your fault, or, all your fault.

Walking up to their dorm, you knock softly. Fulton opens the door and sighs "Oh thank god,, he hasn't stopped whining all afternoon. Call me if you stop him." He said and walked passed you "O-okay..." you stare at the door for a minute and walk in, Dean was sobbing in his bed facing the wall, shaking and whispering to himself. "Dean?" He covers his mouth, or so you guess from the now muffled cries. "Dean, I-...Fulton asked me to come by and see how you were,, and I, well I'd like to say sorry..." by now his shaking and whispering had slowed, which you depicted as him listening to you. "I shouldn't have said anything, I don't know how you feel about me and I shouldn't have put a wrongful label on it, it-it's my f-fault your so sad..." you start to tear up and walk up to his bed, "I can leave! I know our scholarships were here, but, I'm sure I could find a cheap p-public school to go to, then you won't be so sad!! Or I could something else out to help yo—" "SHUT UP!" He sits up slowly and turns to you and sees your about to cry as you see that he's been crying. "Listen." He gets up and stands in front of you "You have nothing to be sorry for, it isn't your fault and... and you didn't wrongfully label anything... you were right and I was just scared that, you, wouldn't love me back..." he looked down and started fiddling his thumbs. "I-I'm such an asshole, and I didn't like the thought of me hurting you, a-and then I did... and I-I... should be the one who's saying sorry." stepping a little closer, you slowly wrap your arms around his waist. "Well then, I forgive you? And..., i-if your willing to give this love thing a shot that is... I'd like to be with you..." he lifts his arms and places them around your shoulders. He lays his head on yours and you feel him nod. "We'll, I'm going to go take shower or something, crying makes me feel messy..." when you tried to pull away he held you tighter, "Dean-" "you can do that later, your staying here for now alright?" You hug him a little tighter "Kay.... Dean?" "Hmm?" "I love you..." he squeezes you and sniffles a bit. "Yeah... I, love you too I guess..."

A/N: (okay yeah, this one didn't have a good ending, and YEAH it didn't make sense in most parts,, BUT HEY!! Life doesn't make sense,, and no this totally isn't an excuse for my bad writing😳)