TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 2

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕨𝕒𝕪 

The sun shone brightly overhead as I walked into the park, a hint of trepidation gnawing at my stomach. Charlie had insisted that his friends would love me, but the memory of their cold stares and whispered comments lingered like a dark cloud. I took a deep breath, willing myself to stay positive. Today was supposed to be fun—a barbecue with Charlie's closest friends. What could go wrong?

As I approached the group, Adam and Jesse were the first to spot me. Their expressions barely hid their disdain. Jesse nudged Adam, whispering something that made them both chuckle. I forced a smile, trying to ignore the knot forming in my gut.

"Hey guys," I greeted, attempting to keep my voice cheerful.

Adam smirked. "Oh, look who it is. Charlie's charity case."

The words stung, but I managed to keep my smile intact. "Nice to see you too, Adam."

Dean, who was setting up the grill, glanced over. "Yeah, sure. Just stay out of the way, alright? We don't need you messing things up."

I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. "I'll just find Charlie," I muttered, turning away from their snickers.

I spotted Charlie across the field, laughing with Goldberg and Fulton. My heart lifted slightly at the sight of him, his carefree demeanor a stark contrast to the hostility of his friends. He caught my eye and waved me over, his smile warm and genuine.

"Hey, babe!" Charlie pulled me into a hug, his arms a safe haven against the chill of his friends' animosity. "Glad you made it."

"Me too," I replied, hoping he couldn't sense the tension in my voice.

Goldberg raised an eyebrow. "Charlie, did you bring her here to ruin the vibe or what?"

Charlie's smile faltered. "Goldberg, come on. Be nice."

I bit my lip, feeling like an intruder in their circle. "It's okay, Charlie. Maybe I should just—"

"No way," Charlie interrupted, squeezing my hand. "You're staying. They just need to get to know you."

I nodded, but deep down, I wasn't so sure. Throughout the afternoon, I tried to engage with Charlie's friends, but their responses were curt and dismissive. Connie and Julie, the only other girls in the group, exchanged looks every time I spoke, their judgment palpable.

Ken, Dwayne, and Russ were the next to make their disdain clear. Ken laughed at every mistake I made, from dropping a fork to spilling a drink. Dwayne joined in, making exaggerated imitations of my clumsiness, and Russ added sarcastic comments that cut deep.

"Real smooth," Ken sneered as I struggled to open a bag of chips. "What are you, five?"

Dwayne chuckled. "Nah, she just acts like it."

I forced a laugh, trying to play along, but my heart wasn't in it. "Sorry, I guess I'm just having an off day."

Russ rolled his eyes. "Sure, whatever. Just try not to ruin everything, okay?"

Charlie seemed oblivious to the snide remarks, caught up in the fun and laughter of the group. I didn't want to ruin his day, so I swallowed my hurt and kept my distance.

Later, as the sun began to set, I found myself sitting alone on a bench, watching the others play a game of frisbee. Charlie's friends were a tight-knit group, their camaraderie evident in every laugh and playful shove. I longed to be a part of it, but their barriers were impenetrable.

Luis and Averman approached me, their expressions unreadable. "Why so glum, chum?" Averman asked, his tone mocking.

"Just needed a break," I replied, trying to sound casual.