TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕫𝕖

𝔾𝕦𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖 

Emma lay curled up on her bed, the sound of her muffled sobs filling the otherwise silent room. Her pillow was wet from tears, and her heart ached from the argument that had erupted with her dad. The door to her room, normally a barrier to the world outside, felt more like a wall trapping her in her own emotions.

A soft knock broke the silence, causing Emma to sit up, wiping her eyes quickly with the back of her hand. She knew it was her dad, and her stomach twisted with a mix of anxiety and regret.

"Emma, can I come in?" Guy's voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the anger she had heard earlier.

Emma hesitated, then croaked, "Yeah, come in."

Guy opened the door slowly, stepping into the room with a tentative look. His eyes softened when he saw her red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked face. He sighed deeply, walking over to sit beside her on the bed.

"Emma, I'm sorry," he started, his voice cracking slightly. "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."

Emma sniffled, looking down at her hands. "I'm sorry too, Dad. I should've told you about the tattoo. I didn't mean to hide it from you."

Guy nodded, reaching out to gently take her hand. "I was just... shocked, you know? It caught me off guard. But that doesn't excuse how I reacted."

Emma squeezed his hand, feeling a weight lift slightly from her chest. "I know it was impulsive. I just... I wanted something that was mine, something to remind me of who I am."

Guy frowned, his eyes searching her face. "What do you mean, sweetie?"

Emma took a deep breath. "I got the tattoo because it represents something important to me. It's a quote from Grandma's favorite poem. I wanted to carry a part of her with me."

Guy's eyes softened even more, and he looked away, blinking back his own tears. "I didn't know that, Emma. I... I wish you had told me. We could have talked about it."

"I was afraid you wouldn't understand," Emma admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Guy shook his head. "I should have tried to understand. I should have asked instead of just assuming. I'm sorry for that."

Emma leaned into her father, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. They sat in silence for a moment, the tension between them slowly dissipating.

"Can I see it?" Guy asked after a while.

Emma nodded, pulling up her sleeve to reveal the delicate script etched into her skin. Guy read the words silently, then smiled softly.

"It's beautiful," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "And it's a lovely way to remember Grandma."

Emma smiled through her tears. "Thanks, Dad. That means a lot."

Guy hugged her again, tighter this time. "We're going to be okay, Emma. Just promise me we'll talk more, okay? No more secrets."

Emma nodded, feeling a sense of relief. "I promise. No more secrets."

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, finding comfort in their shared apology and the renewed promise of understanding. The room, once filled with sorrow, now held a sense of hope and healing.

𝔸𝕕𝕒𝕞 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤

AJ stormed off into his room, the echo of his door slamming reverberating through the house. The family photos on the wall shook slightly, a silent testament to the tension in the air. Adam stood in the kitchen, his face a mixture of shock and frustration, trying to process the last few minutes.