TMD: Preferences|Imagines|Oneshots 2

i'm not in love (d.p.) (requested)

(A/N: This oneshot was requested by anahiiiin. I hope you like it! The song in the title is a reference to the song of the same name by 10cc. Now, on with the oneshot!)

       "Hey, babe, wanna pass me the ketchup?"

       I roll my eyes as the voice reaches me from across the table. "For the last time, Portman, my name is Y/N. Not 'babe'."

       Ever since I had joined team USA, Dean Portman had been a thorn in my side. Always calling me 'babe' and teasing me over the littlest things. I was really starting to get fed up with it.

      "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Ketchup?" Dean said with a roll of his own eyes.

       I grabbed the red bottle and was about to pass it to him when he smirked at me. "Thanks...babe."

       I growled under my breath. "Alright, Portman, you asked for it!" I said, standing up. I shook the bottle briefly before pointing it at him and firing. Ketchup sprayed all over his shirt and part of his pants. I laughed in satisfaction as he looked at me wide eyed.

       His shock didn't last long though as he reached for the mustard. He shook it and pointed it at me before pausing as I glowered at him.

       "Don't. You. Dare." I said, enunciating each word.

       But Portman didn't listen. Instead, he sprayed mustard all over me. He even got it in my hair! I shrieked at him before grabbing a handful of fries from my plate and hurling them in his direction. Not to be outdone, he grabbed a handful of his own fries and threw them at me. Before it could become an all out food fight, Coach Bombay came up and stopped us.

       "Hey, hey, hey! Stop that you two!" Coach Bombay admonished.

       "He started it!" I yelled.

       "Me?! It was you-" Dean tried to retort but was cut off by Coach.

       "I don't care who started it! I'm ending it!" Coach said, firmly. "Now, I want both of you to go back to your dorms and clean yourselves up before practice. And expect to do laps when you get there."

       I huffed but did as Bombay said. I turned on my heel and went back to my dorm. 

       It took me two shampoos to get all the mustard out of my hair. As I left the bathroom, towel drying my hair, I couldn't get that jerk Portman out of my head. He was just so infuriating! With his stupid bandana and his stupid voice and his stupid handsome face!

       'Wait...what?! I don't like Dean Portman! He's mean and inconsiderate...and funny and good looking and a good hockey player and and-'

       "Oh crap." I whispered to myself.

~~~

       At practice, I did my best to avoid Dean. I ignored him as we both did our laps and only acknowledged him during practice if one of us was shooting the other the puck. My revelation from earlier was still weighing on my mind, though, as practice came to an end.

       "That's all for today, Ducks. Get some rest and be ready for tomorrow's game." Coach Bombay said as he dismissed us.

       As we all headed back to the locker room, I was suddenly pulled aside. Looking to see who had grabbed my arm, I was surprised to see Dean standing there looking at me.

       "Look, Y/N, about earlier..." He trailed off.

       "What?" I asked, not knowing where he was going with this.

       "I'm, uh, I'm sorry, okay?" Dean said, looking anywhere but at me.

       "You're sorry? I'm the one who fired first. I should be apologizing to you." I said.

       Dean shook his head. "Nah, I was taunting you by calling you 'babe'. I shouldn't call you that. You're not my babe."

       'But I want to be.' I nearly said. Instead I smiled at him. "Thank you for the apology. I'm sorry too."

       He smiled back. "Thanks. And listen, I was thinking that maybe sometime, you and I could, maybe, I don't know...get some ice cream or something?"

       "Yeah, I'd like that. As friends right?" I asked, my heart squeezing.

       "Well, actually, I was thinking as more than just friends..." Dean trailed off again.

       "Really?" I asked, surprised. "But I thought you hated me!"

       "I don't hate you! I like you! I guess I just have a bad way of showing it." Dean said, finishing shyly.

       "So, wait. All those times you teased me and called me 'babe', you were flirting with me?" I asked.

       "What? No good?" Dean asked back with a slight laugh.

       A laugh burst from my own lips as all the pieces of the puzzle finally came together. "So, you like me. I like you and you like me. We like each other."

       "Yeah. Is that okay?" Dean asked, leaning in closer to me.

       I nodded. "More than okay." I said.

       Dean smiled and went to lean in further but I ducked him and started back towards the locker room. "Nuh uh! You owe me an ice cream first!"

       "Oh, come on, babe!"

(A/N: Thanks again to anahiiiin for the request! I hope you like it! Requests are open until the end of August so get yours in while you can! That's all for now! Until next time! Thanks!!)