TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡

𝕥𝕨: 𝕒𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕖

𝔾𝕦𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖

You and Guy had been inseparable since high school. Football games, late-night drives, and countless heart-to-heart talks had solidified your bond. But lately, something had changed in Guy. He used to be the life of the party, cracking jokes and lifting everyone's spirits. Now, there was a darkness in his eyes, a heaviness in his steps that you couldn't ignore.

One rainy evening, you both found yourselves at your favorite spot by the lake. The raindrops danced on the water's surface as you sat in silence, the only sound the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance. Finally, Guy spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I can't do this anymore, man," he said, his voice trembling. "I need to tell you something."

You turned to him, concern etched on your face. "What's wrong, Guy? You know you can tell me anything."

Tears welled up in Guy's eyes as he struggled to find the words. "It's Jenna," he finally managed to say. "She's been... she's been abusing me."

The words hung heavy in the air, each syllable echoing with disbelief. You sat there, stunned, trying to process what he had just said. "Abusing you? How?" you asked, your mind racing with a thousand questions.

Guy took a deep, shuddering breath, his shoulders trembling. "Physically, emotionally... she hits me when she's angry, calls me names, controls every aspect of my life. I didn't know how to tell anyone. I thought I could handle it, but I can't."

Your heart broke for your friend. You had never imagined that behind Guy's easygoing demeanor lay such pain and suffering. "Guy, why didn't you say anything sooner? We could have helped you," you said, your voice filled with sadness and anger.

He looked at you, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I was ashamed, afraid. I thought no one would believe me. But I can't take it anymore. I need help, please."

In that moment, you felt a surge of anger unlike anything you had ever experienced. How dare she hurt your friend like this? Without a word, you stood up, your fists clenched at your sides. "Wait here, Guy," you said through gritted teeth.

You stormed out into the rain, your mind racing with a mix of fury and determination. You knew where Jenna lived, and without a second thought, you marched towards her apartment. The rain soaked through your clothes, but you hardly noticed.

When you reached her door, you banged on it with such force that it rattled on its hinges. After what felt like an eternity, Jenna opened the door, a surprised look on her face. "What the hell do you want?" she snapped, clearly taken aback by your presence.

You didn't hold back. "How dare you abuse Guy!" you shouted, your voice echoing in the hallway. "He trusted you, and you've been hurting him all this time? You're despicable."

Jenna's expression turned from surprise to defiance. "Mind your own business," she spat, trying to slam the door shut. But you blocked it with your foot, not about to let her off the hook that easily.

"This is my business," you growled, stepping into her apartment. "If you ever lay a hand on him again, I'll make sure everyone knows what you're really like."

For a moment, Jenna looked taken aback, her bravado faltering. "He deserves it," she muttered, but her voice lacked conviction.

"He deserves to be treated with respect, just like anyone else," you retorted, your voice low and dangerous. "If you truly care about him, you'll leave him alone. Otherwise, you'll regret it."