TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖

𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 2 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤. 𝕀 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝. 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕡𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚'𝕕 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕜 𝕚𝕥. 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 8 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 4. 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪. 

𝔾𝕦𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖

I remember the first time Guy introduced me to his friends. It was a bright Saturday afternoon, and we were at the local park, the one with the basketball court and the small pond where ducks often gathered. Guy was excited to have me meet them. "They're like family," he said, smiling. I hoped I'd be able to get along with them.

The first encounter was pleasant enough. Charlie, Adam, Jesse, Fulton, Dean, Luis, Averman, Ken, Goldberg, Russ, Dwayne, Julie, and Connie—so many names to remember—greeted me with smiles. They were friendly, and I felt like things were going to work out just fine. But as the weeks passed, their true colors began to show, especially when Guy wasn't around.

One day, we were all hanging out at Charlie's house. The boys were joking around and laughing, and it seemed like just another normal evening. Guy suddenly excused himself to go to the bathroom, leaving me alone with them. As soon as he was out of earshot, the atmosphere shifted.

"So, how did a guy like Guy end up with someone like you?" Charlie asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

I blinked, taken aback. "Excuse me?"

Adam chuckled. "Yeah, seriously. You're not exactly his type."

"His type?" I echoed, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach.

"Yeah, you know, someone cooler, more fun," Jesse added, his eyes glinting with malice.

I looked around the room, hoping someone would stand up for me, but the rest of them were either smirking or staring at me with judgmental eyes. "Please, stop," I said quietly, hoping to deescalate the situation.

"Oh, look, she's gonna cry," Dean mocked, and they all laughed.

My face burned with humiliation. "Seriously, stop it. What did I ever do to you?"

"Exist," Averman said bluntly, and they laughed even harder.

Before I could respond, Guy returned. The room fell silent instantly, the laughter dying out like a candle snuffed by the wind. They all put on their innocent faces, acting as if nothing had happened. Guy looked around, puzzled. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, just talking," Luis said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

This scenario repeated itself over the next few months. Every time Guy left the room, the insults and jokes at my expense would start. They made fun of my clothes, my voice, my interests—anything they could think of. And every time I asked them to stop, they only got worse.

I tried to tell Guy once, but he was so close to them, and I didn't want to come between him and his friends. So I kept silent, hoping things would improve, but they never did.

One evening, after yet another torturous hangout, Guy turned to me as we were leaving. "Hey, babe, we're all going to the arcade tomorrow. Want to come?"