TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕- 𝕃𝕦𝕚𝕤 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕫𝕒; 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 luismendozaispookie

Luis stormed into the locker room one afternoon, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced by palpable tension. The clatter of his gear hitting the bench reverberated through the room, catching the attention of his teammates who paused mid-conversation, sensing trouble brewing.

Connie, always the empathetic soul, was the first to notice his demeanor. "Hey, Luis, you alright?" she asked cautiously, eyeing him with concern.

Luis scoffed bitterly, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "No, Connie, I'm not alright," he muttered, frustration etched on his face. "Mindy broke up with me. Again."

A collective groan of sympathy echoed through the room. Everyone knew the tumultuous relationship between Luis and Mindy—the constant drama, the rollercoaster of breakups and reconciliations that seemed to define their dynamic.

Ken, leaning casually against the locker beside Luis, raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "What happened this time, man?" he asked, his tone a mix of sympathy and curiosity.

Luis hesitated for a moment, then let out a frustrated sigh. "She's just... she's a jealous bitch," he muttered bitterly, his voice tinged with hurt and anger. "She never trusts me, Ken. Thinks I'm always up to something, always questioning where I am, who I'm with."

His teammates exchanged knowing glances, nodding in reluctant agreement. They had witnessed Mindy's jealousy firsthand, how it had strained Luis and Mindy's relationship time and again. It was a cycle they had all grown tired of witnessing and consoling Luis through.

"Yeah, man, that's rough," Ken offered sympathetically, patting Luis on the shoulder in a gesture of solidarity. "Maybe it's for the best, though. You deserve someone who trusts you and treats you right."

Connie chimed in, her voice softening with empathy. "You know we're here for you, right? Whatever you need, whether it's venting or distraction, we've got your back."

Luis managed a weak smile, grateful for their support amidst his emotional turmoil. "Thanks, guys," he said quietly, feeling a weight lift off his chest as he shared his feelings. "I just... I don't know what to do anymore. It's like we're stuck in this endless loop."

The tense atmosphere in the locker room was shattered by the sudden slam of the door. Everyone turned to see Mindy storming in, her face flushed with anger and tears streaking her cheeks. "Luis!" she shouted, her voice trembling with emotion.

Luis froze, his heart sinking as he turned to face Mindy. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and frustration.

Mindy marched up to him, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "How could you, Luis? How could you tell them all those lies about me?" she accused, her voice rising in pitch.

Connie and Ken exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to do as the argument escalated before them. Connie stepped forward cautiously, attempting to diffuse the tension. "Hey, guys, maybe we should..."

But before she could finish, Mindy's anger boiled over. "You want the truth, Luis?" she spat, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. With a swift motion, she pulled something from her pocket and threw it at him.

Luis caught it reflexively, his eyes widening in shock as he realized what it was—a positive pregnancy test. Silence fell over the locker room as his teammates exchanged stunned glances, processing the bombshell revelation.

Luis stared at the test in disbelief, his mind racing. "Is this... is this real?" he managed to stammer, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mindy's anger softened into tears as she nodded, her voice breaking. "I didn't know how to tell you," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I thought... I thought you deserved to know."