Mighty ducks imagine/ preference

Why do good girls like bad guys? (D. Portman)

I walked into the locker room, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as I prepared for the game. Dean was already there, dressed in his punk attire and looking every bit the bad boy that he was. I, on the other hand, was wearing my usual bright colors and girly clothes. We were complete opposites, but that was part of what made our relationship so special.

As I began getting dressed, I noticed Dean eyeing me from across the room. I couldn't help but smile at his attention. I slipped on his shirt as an undershirt, and he followed suit. When I put on my jersey and padding, Dean wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"How does a good girl like a bad guy?" Fulton asked, looking at us curiously.

"Knowin' that bad guys tell bad lies," Guy chimed in, with Connie by his side.

I rolled my eyes, looking up at Dean who was already gazing at me. I smiled, and he leaned down to kiss me. His hands were on my hips, and I felt safe and loved in his embrace.

Suddenly, Coach walked into the locker room, and everyone burst out laughing at the sight of us. But Dean and I didn't care. We were lost in our own world, and nothing else mattered at that moment.

As we pulled away from each other, Dean kept his hands on my hips, and I felt so lucky to have him in my life. He was a whole foot taller than me, but that didn't matter either. We were different in so many ways, but our love for each other was all that really mattered.

Dean's hands were warm on my hips, and I couldn't help but lean into his embrace. "How do I look?" I asked him, feeling self-conscious in my gear.

"You look amazing," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "Don't worry, you're gonna kill it out there."

I smiled up at him, feeling grateful for his support. "Thanks, babe," I said, before leaning up to kiss him again.

This time, Guy and Connie were the ones rolling their eyes. "Get a room, you two," Connie teased, and I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed.

Dean just grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe we will," he said, his voice husky.

I swatted his arm playfully, feeling my heart race at his words. "Behave," I scolded him, even though I secretly loved his teasing.

Coach cleared his throat, drawing our attention back to the task at hand. "Alright, team, let's focus up," he said, his tone serious. "We've got a big game ahead of us, and we need to be ready."

Dean gave me one last kiss before pulling away. "Good luck out there, beautiful," he said, before heading over to his spot in the locker room.

I watched him go, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. But no matter what happened on the ice, I knew that Dean would be there for me, every step of the way.