TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝔸𝕕𝕒𝕞 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 & 𝕃𝕦𝕚𝕤 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕫𝕒; ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕆𝕟

𝕥𝕨: 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖. 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕕𝕒𝕞 & 𝔸𝕁, 𝕃𝕦𝕚𝕤 & ℝ𝕠𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕠. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 ''𝔻𝕒𝕕, 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡.''

𝔸𝕕𝕒𝕞 & 𝔸𝕁 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤

Adam Banks loved his son AJ more than anything in the world. AJ was his pride and joy, a bright and bubbly teen whose laughter could light up even the darkest of days. AJ had inherited his father's striking features: the same sandy blond hair that always seemed to catch the sun, a pair of twinkling blue eyes that held a mischievous spark, and a strong jawline that hinted at the man he would become.

Adam, once known as the star player of the Ducks had a tall and athletic build, his physique a testament to years of dedication on the ice. His hair, now slightly tinged with gray, was still thick and wavy, often falling into his eyes during heated games. His smile was warm and infectious, capable of melting hearts just as it had done during his younger days. Adam's love for hockey had clearly been passed down to AJ, who mirrored his father's passion with an enthusiasm that was contagious.

One crisp Saturday morning, as the first rays of dawn began to filter through the curtains, Adam knocked gently on AJ's bedroom door. "Hey, champ, you up for some rink time today?" he called out, a hint of excitement in his voice.

AJ, already half-awake, sat up in bed, his eyes lighting up at the suggestion. "Absolutely, Dad! Give me five minutes," he replied, throwing off his covers and jumping to his feet. He quickly dressed in his favorite hockey hoodie and jeans, his mind already racing with the thrill of the upcoming game.

As they gathered their skates, sticks, and pucks, Adam couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. He watched as AJ meticulously checked his gear, a habit he had undoubtedly picked up from his father. They loaded everything into the trunk of Adam's car, the chilly morning air biting at their faces but doing little to dampen their spirits.

The drive to the rink was always a special time for them. AJ loved playing along with the radio, belting out the lyrics to his favorite 80s rock songs with unbridled joy. Today was no different. As soon as they hit the road, AJ cranked up the volume, and the familiar strains of Bon Jovi's "Livin' on a Prayer" filled the car.

"Woah, we're halfway there!" AJ sang, his voice exuberant and slightly off-key.

"Woah, livin' on a prayer!" Adam chimed in, grinning from ear to ear as he joined his son in the impromptu concert. They shared a laugh, their voices blending together in perfect harmony.

AJ's love for 80s rock was something that always amused Adam. He had introduced his son to the genre one lazy Sunday afternoon, and AJ had been hooked ever since. Now, their car rides were a lively mix of air guitar solos and heartfelt sing-alongs, creating memories that Adam would cherish forever.

When they finally arrived at the rink, AJ couldn't contain his excitement. He jumped out of the car, grabbing his gear and rushing toward the entrance with the boundless energy of youth. Adam followed, a warm smile playing on his lips as he watched his son's exuberance.

Inside, the rink was a familiar haven. The cold air, the smell of the ice, and the distant hum of the Zamboni preparing the surface – it was all part of the magic. Adam and AJ quickly laced up their skates, the well-practiced routine performed with the ease of countless repetitions.

As they stepped onto the ice, AJ's eyes sparkled with delight. "Come on, Dad, let's see if you can keep up with me today!" he challenged, a playful grin spreading across his face.