TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕕𝕒𝕕, 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡

𝕥𝕨: 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕖. 𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡

𝔾𝕦𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖

The spring air carried a whisper of warmth through the open windows of Guy's modest suburban home. It was a serene Saturday afternoon, one of those days where the world seemed to pause, wrapped in a blanket of gentle sunlight. Guy sat in his favorite armchair, idly flipping through the channels on the TV, his attention half on the screen and half on the book resting on his lap. The calmness of the day, however, was a stark contrast to the unease that had been growing within him over the past few weeks.

It had started with small things—a missed family dinner here, a curt response there. But as the days passed, Guy couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about his son, Andrew. He had become withdrawn, spending most of his time holed up in his room, emerging only for meals or to silently retreat into the depths of his thoughts. The boy who used to be so full of life, always ready with a joke or a smile, now seemed like a mere shadow of himself.

Guy's concern deepened when he noticed Andrew's wardrobe change. The once fashion-conscious teenager now favored oversized hoodies and baggy sweatpants, as if trying to hide within the folds of his clothes. There were moments when Guy caught fleeting glimpses of bruises peeking out from beneath Andrew's sleeves, but whenever he tried to broach the subject, Andrew would brush it off with a mumbled excuse or a forced smile.

That fateful Saturday, Emma, Guy's daughter, joined him in the living room. She settled on the couch, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders as she flipped through a magazine. Guy stole glances at her, his heart swelling with paternal pride. Emma was the epitome of grace and intelligence, a young woman with a bright future ahead of her.

As they watched a rerun of an old sitcom, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered by the sound of the front door slamming shut. Guy and Emma exchanged a puzzled look as Andrew stormed into the room, his hood pulled up to shadow his face. His footsteps were heavy with frustration, and his usual cheerful demeanor was nowhere to be found.

"Andrew, what's wrong?" Guy asked, setting aside his book and focusing his attention on his son.

Andrew stopped in his tracks, his fists clenched at his sides. He glanced at Guy and Emma, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and hurt. "Nothing," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

But Guy wasn't about to let it slide this time. He stood up, his brow furrowed with concern. "Andrew, look at me."

Reluctantly, Andrew lifted his gaze to meet his father's eyes. That's when Guy noticed it—a dark bruise blossoming beneath Andrew's left eye, stark against his pale skin. Without a word, Guy hurried to the kitchen, grabbing an ice pack from the freezer.

Emma watched in silence, her magazine forgotten as she followed her father's every move. She had also noticed the changes in Andrew, the way he had become a shadow of his former self. But she had never imagined it would come to this.

When Guy returned with the ice pack, Andrew had already retreated to his room, the door slamming shut behind him. Guy exchanged a worried glance with Emma before making his way to Andrew's door. He knocked softly, his heart heavy with apprehension.

"Andrew, can I come in?"

There was a moment of silence, then the sound of shuffling from within. The door creaked open, revealing Andrew sitting on his bed, his hood still pulled up. He was rubbing his eye gently, wincing at the touch.