TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝔾𝕦𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖; 𝕊𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞

The sky was a brooding mass of dark clouds, and the distant rumble of thunder sent shivers down my spine as I stood at the window of Guy's living room. I knew he was in the kitchen, probably trying to distract himself from the impending storm, but I could already sense his anxiety. Storms were his biggest fear.

"Hey, Guy, are you okay?" I called out, trying to keep my voice calm and soothing.

"I'm fine," he replied, but the slight tremor in his voice betrayed him.

I walked into the kitchen and found him fiddling with the coffee maker, his hands shaking slightly. I reached out and placed my hand over his, gently squeezing. "It's just a storm. We'll get through it together, okay?"

He nodded, but his eyes darted towards the window as another flash of lightning lit up the sky. The thunder that followed was louder this time, closer. Guy's grip tightened around the edge of the counter.

"Come on, let's go sit down," I suggested, guiding him back to the living room. We sat on the couch, and I pulled him close, hoping my presence would calm him. His body was tense, and I could feel his heart racing against my side.

Just then, his younger brother Axel burst into the room, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "Hey, scaredy-cat, hiding from the big, bad storm?" he teased, laughing as Guy flinched at another crack of thunder.

I glared at Axel, anger bubbling up inside me. "Axel, cut it out! This isn't funny," I snapped, grabbing a nearby cushion and hurling it at him. Axel ducked and ran off, still chuckling to himself.

Guy buried his face in the blanket he had pulled over himself, trembling. I wrapped my arms around him, whispering soothing words in his ear. "It's okay, Guy. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

The storm continued to rage outside, and as the hours ticked by, it showed no sign of letting up. The rain battered against the windows, and the wind howled, making the house creak and groan.

"It's getting late," Guy murmured, his voice barely audible over the noise of the storm. "Can you stay over? I don't think I can handle this alone."

"Of course, I can," I replied without hesitation. "Let me just call my mom and let her know."

I pulled out my phone and dialed my mom's number, explaining the situation. She agreed without much fuss, understanding how much Guy needed me right now.

"She said it's fine," I told Guy, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you," he whispered, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Come on," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Let's go make some cookies. My grandma's homemade recipe. It'll take your mind off things."

Guy looked uncertain but nodded. We headed into the kitchen, and I started gathering the ingredients. Guy watched me, still tense, but the prospect of doing something together seemed to distract him a little.

"Okay, we need flour, sugar, butter, eggs... and a whole lot of love," I said, grinning at him.

He managed a small smile. "A whole lot of love, huh? We might need extra."

"Always," I said, and we got to work.

As we mixed the ingredients, I could see Guy slowly starting to relax. We laughed and joked, and for a moment, it felt like the storm outside didn't matter. But then, another flash of lightning lit up the kitchen, followed by an earth-shattering crack of thunder.

Guy froze, his eyes wide with fear. I reached out and touched his arm. "Hey, focus on me. We're making cookies, remember?"

He nodded, taking a deep breath. "Cookies. Right."

We continued working, and soon the kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of baking cookies. I could see the tension in Guy's shoulders easing a little.

"Okay, let's clean up while we wait for these to bake," I suggested.

As we started cleaning, a playful glint appeared in Guy's eyes. "You missed a spot," he said, pointing to a patch of flour on the counter.

"Oh, did I?" I replied, scooping up some flour and playfully throwing it at him.

He laughed, and for the first time that evening, it was a genuine, carefree laugh. "Oh, you're gonna get it now!" he declared, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it back at me.

Before we knew it, we were in the middle of a full-blown flour fight, laughing and dodging each other's attacks. Flour covered the kitchen, and us, but it didn't matter. For those few moments, Guy had forgotten about the storm.

Suddenly, the kitchen door swung open, and Guy's mom stood there, hands on her hips, looking less than amused. "What on earth is going on in here?" she demanded.

We froze, covered in flour from head to toe. "Uh, just... baking cookies?" I said, trying to sound innocent.

"Baking cookies? It looks like you were trying to redecorate the kitchen with flour!" she exclaimed. "You two are cleaning this up right now."

"Yes, ma'am," we both said, still giggling.

As we cleaned up the mess we had made, Guy's mom couldn't help but smile a little. "Just make sure this place is spotless before you go to bed."

"We will," I promised.

After we finished cleaning, the cookies were ready. We sat down at the kitchen table and devoured them, savoring every bite. The storm was still raging outside, but it felt a little less frightening now.

"I have an idea," I said suddenly, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.

"What is it?" Guy asked, curious.

"Wait here," I said, and I dashed out of the kitchen.

I found Guy's younger sister, Tabitha, in her room, playing with her dolls. "Tabitha, can I borrow some of your lipstick?" I asked.

She looked at me suspiciously. "Why?"

"I need it for something special. Please?" I gave her my best puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, but make sure you give it back," she said, handing me a tube of bright red lipstick.

"Thank you!" I said, and I hurried back to the kitchen.

Guy looked puzzled as I returned. "What's the lipstick for?"

"You'll see," I said, grinning. I grabbed a pair of scissors and some paper from a drawer. I carefully cut out two small squares and handed one to Guy. "Put your thumbprint on this," I instructed, pressing my own thumb onto the paper after smearing it with lipstick.

He followed suit, looking intrigued. "Now what?"

"Now we sign our names," I said, writing "Y/N and Guy 224" on my square. He did the same on his.

"224?" he asked.

"Today, tomorrow and forever," I explained. "A day to remember."

He smiled, understanding. "I like that."

We cleaned up our little craft project and headed to his room. The storm was still going strong, but Guy seemed a lot calmer now.

"Let's watch some movies," I suggested, grabbing a few DVDs from his collection. We settled onto his bed, and I pulled him close, his head resting on my chest.

As the movie played, I could feel Guy's breathing slow and even out. His body relaxed against mine, and soon I heard the soft sound of his snores. He was finally asleep, peaceful despite the chaos outside.

"I love you," I whispered, kissing the top of his head. I felt a warmth spread through me as I held him close, grateful to be here with him.