TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕒 𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦

𝔾𝕦𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖

You're hanging out with Guy and his friends at a local hangout spot, enjoying the afternoon sun filtering through the trees. Laughter and banter fill the air as you all goof around, sharing stories and snacks. Guy excuses himself to use the bathroom, leaving you momentarily alone with his friends, including Goldberg.

Goldberg, always a bit too confident for his own good, sidles up closer to you with a smirk. "Hey there, Y/N. Guy's lucky to have such a pretty girlfriend like you."

You give a polite smile, trying to ignore the underlying tone. "Thanks, Goldberg."

He leans in a little closer, his voice dropping. "You know, I've always thought you and I could have some fun together. Guy doesn't have to know."

Your smile freezes, discomfort creeping in. "Um, I'm really happy with Guy."

Goldberg chuckles, brushing off your response. "Come on, don't be shy. You and I both know there's something between us."

Your unease grows, and you glance around, hoping Guy will return soon. "Goldberg, please stop."

He ignores your discomfort, leaning even closer. "I've seen the way you look at me when Guy's not around. Admit it, you're curious."

Just then, Guy walks back into the room. His easy smile fades as he takes in the atmosphere, sensing immediately that something's wrong. You seize the opportunity and excuse yourself, hurrying towards the bathroom. Guy follows close behind, concern etched on his face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Guy asks quietly as you step into the corridor.

You take a deep breath, feeling relieved to confide in him. "Goldberg... he was saying things. Making me uncomfortable."

Guy's expression darkens. "What did he say?"

You recount Goldberg's words, the way they made you feel vulnerable and uneasy. Anger flickers across Guy's features, his jaw tightening visibly.

Guy clenches his fists, his voice low and controlled. "That's not okay. What exactly did he say to you?"

"He was... he said he thought we could have fun together, and that he's seen the way I look at him when you're not around," you say, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anger.

Guy's eyes narrow, his face hardening with each word. "He said that to you?"

You nod, feeling a rush of relief to have Guy standing beside you. "Yeah, and I didn't know what to do."

Guy's jaw tenses as he looks back towards the room where Goldberg is. "I'm going to talk to him."

You grab Guy's arm, stopping him. "Please be careful."

Guy meets your gaze, his expression softening briefly. "I will. Stay here, okay?"

You nod, watching as Guy walks back into the room with purpose. His voice cuts through the chatter, drawing everyone's attention. "Hey, Goldberg, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Goldberg looks surprised but nonchalant. "Sure, man. What's up?"

The tension in the room is palpable as Guy confronts Goldberg, his voice firm but controlled. "What were you saying to [Your Name]?"

Goldberg smirks, trying to play it off. "Just having a little fun, you know?"

Guy's voice drops, the intensity rising. "Fun? Making her uncomfortable is your idea of fun?"

Their voices escalate, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. "She didn't seem to mind," Goldberg retorts defensively.

Guy's patience wears thin. "She did mind. And I mind. You don't talk to her like that."