TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕- 𝕁𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕝; 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕚𝕗

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪: r20124020

It's been a rough week—no, a rough few weeks, maybe longer. I'm not even sure at this point. Everything feels like it's been piling up. Work's been stressful, family's been distant, and there's this constant weight on my chest that I can't shake. I know it's affecting me, but I can't seem to stop it.

I've been snappy. Every little thing sets me off, and I hate it. I'm not proud of how I've been behaving lately, but I don't seem to have much control over it. It's like there's this thin thread of patience inside me that's just about ready to snap every time someone says anything to me. And it's not even that they're doing anything wrong. It's me. I know it's me. But that doesn't stop me from getting angry.

It all came to a head today when I was hanging out with my friends. We were at the café, sitting around, sipping coffee like we used to do. We'd been friends for a while now, and it was supposed to be just a chill afternoon, but of course, my mood had other plans.

Guy, being Guy, couldn't help but make one of his usual jokes. It wasn't anything mean, really. Just a harmless poke at me, something we'd all laughed about before.

"You know, I've noticed something about you lately," Guy said, his lips curling into a grin.

"Oh yeah?" I said, taking a sip of my coffee, trying to act casual, but already feeling the tension in the air.

"Yeah. You've been really on edge," Guy said, raising an eyebrow. "It's like you're one bad joke away from setting off like a firecracker."

Everyone laughed, even Jesse. I could feel the heat rising in my chest, though. Why was everyone laughing at that? Sure, I was a little edgy, but I didn't need Guy to call it out in front of everyone like that.

I could already feel the anger bubbling up, like a knot tightening in my stomach. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snapped before I even thought about it.

Guy froze, the smile on his face faltering slightly. "What? It was just a joke."

"Yeah, well, I don't think it's funny," I retorted, a little louder than I intended. My voice wasn't steady; it cracked, betraying the frustration I felt building inside me.

The room went quiet for a moment. I could feel the weight of their eyes on me, and I immediately regretted it, but the words had already slipped out. Guy raised his hands in a gesture of defense.

"Alright, alright. I didn't mean anything by it," Guy said, trying to backpedal.

But I wasn't in the mood to hear any of it. "Well, maybe you should think before you speak, huh?"

Charlie looked over at me, his brow furrowing. "Dude, what's your deal?" His tone wasn't aggressive, but it was firm, like he was trying to figure out what was going on with me.

"I don't have a deal, alright?" I shot back, staring down at my cup as if it might offer some sort of solace. "Just—leave me alone."

Charlie leaned forward, a bit more serious now. "That's the thing, though. You do have a deal. We've been noticing it for a while now. You've been... off."

I felt a knot form in my throat. "I'm fine, okay? Just... don't make a big deal out of it."

But Guy wasn't about to let it go, and neither was Charlie. "You're clearly not fine," Charlie said, his voice softer now. "You've been snapping at everyone. It's like you're looking for a fight."

"I'm not looking for a fight!" I said, my voice rising, a sharp edge creeping into it. "I'm just... I'm just tired, alright? You have no idea what I've been dealing with lately."