TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦

𝔾𝕦𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖

You're setting up for a cozy date night at your place, meticulously arranging the snacks and dimming the lights just right. Guy is on his way, and you can't wait to spend a relaxing evening together. Your relationship has been going smoothly, and nights like this are what you look forward to the most. The doorbell rings, and your heart skips a beat. You open the door to see Guy standing there, his warm smile making your insides flutter.

"Hey, you," he says, leaning in for a kiss.

"Hey yourself," you reply, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind him.

You settle onto the couch, snuggled close to Guy, and start the movie you both picked out earlier. The evening is perfect, until the front door bursts open. Charlie and Adam storm in, their expressions frantic.

"Guy, we need you!" Charlie blurts out.

"What the hell, guys? We're in the middle of something here," you say, frustration bubbling up.

"It's important, we wouldn't be here if it wasn't," Adam adds, looking directly at Guy.

Guy looks at you, then back at his friends. "I'm sorry, I have to go with them," he says, standing up.

"Are you serious?" you ask, anger and hurt mixing in your voice.

"I'll be back soon, I promise," he says, before following Charlie and Adam out the door.

Soon turns into hours, and hours stretch into the next day. When Guy finally walks back through the door, exhaustion written all over his face, you've had enough.

"Where have you been?" you demand, standing up from the couch. "I waited all night!"

"I'm sorry, it took longer than I expected," he says, his voice tired.

"That's it? 'It took longer than I expected'? Do you know how worried I was?"

"I told you it was important," he snaps, his patience wearing thin.

"And I told you we were in the middle of something important too! Or does our time together not matter to you?"

"Of course it matters, but sometimes other things come up!"

"Like Charlie and Adam? They always come up, Guy! They don't know boundaries, and you just let them walk all over our plans!"

"They needed me! Why can't you understand that?"

"Why can't you understand that I need you too?" you shout, your voice breaking. "Last night was supposed to be our night!"

Guy runs a hand through his hair, exasperated. "I didn't want to leave you, okay? But I had no choice!"

"There's always a choice, Guy. And you chose them over me."

"I didn't choose anyone over you! Why are you making this so hard?"

"Because it is hard! It's hard feeling like I come second all the time!"

Guy takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I'm here now. Can't we just move past this?"

"No, we can't just move past this!" you yell, the frustration and hurt boiling over. "I hate you!"

Guy stops in his tracks, tears welling up in his eyes. "I... I'm sorry," he whispers, then turns and storms out of your house.

You're left standing there, the anger quickly dissolving into a pit of regret. You can't believe you let those words slip out. The rest of the day passes in a haze of guilt and worry. By afternoon, you decide you can't let things stay like this. Grabbing a picnic basket, you head to Guy's house.