TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕-ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕨𝕒𝕪: 𝕔𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪: FNAFGIRL123456789

It was one of those late afternoons, the kind where the sun lazily dripped through the blinds, casting a warm glow across my desk. I was sitting there, tapping my pen against a half-open textbook, trying to squeeze some sense out of the pages. The words in front of me were a jumble, a blur of academic jargon that felt like it was written in another language.

"Come on, just one more paragraph," I muttered to myself, rolling my shoulders to shake off the stiffness. I could feel the weight of my unfinished homework pressing down on me, but it was hard to focus with the background noise of my thoughts. And then, of course, there was Charlie.

Charlie, my boyfriend. We had been together for about six months, but sometimes it felt like I was still figuring out the quirks of living with him. Right now, I could hear him in the other room, the soft thud of his footsteps making their way toward my desk. He'd been working all day, and I knew he was probably in the mood for some company, which I honestly couldn't blame him for. He was like a magnet that pulled me out of my task every time, but this time, I needed to power through.

"Hey," Charlie's voice broke through my thoughts as he leaned against the doorframe, grinning at me with that mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's up?"

"Homework," I said, gesturing to the pile of papers in front of me. "Trying to get this done, but it's just...not happening."

Charlie stepped into the room and flopped onto the bed behind me with a dramatic sigh, his usual carefree energy filling the space. "Sounds like fun," he teased, sounding genuinely sarcastic. "So, what's the subject?"

"Literature," I said, pushing my textbooks to the side. "Analyzing a chapter from The Great Gatsby. I'm supposed to figure out all the symbolism or something, but it's not clicking."

Charlie rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. "Mmm, Gatsby. That's the one with the rich guy and the mysterious green light, right?"

I nodded, leaning back in my chair. "Yeah, that's the one. But all I can think about is how much I'd rather be hanging out with you."

Charlie snorted. "You're sweet, but I'm not gonna help you with your homework. I don't think 'Gatsby's mysterious green light represents his longing for you' is gonna fly on a paper."

"Very helpful," I deadpanned, turning my attention back to the textbook. "But I'm seriously struggling here."

Charlie's voice softened. "I mean, if you need a break, I'd be happy to distract you. I'm really good at that."

I raised an eyebrow at him, half amused, half exasperated. "Yeah, you've done that before."

"What can I say?" he said with a smirk. "I'm irresistible."

"Clearly," I muttered, trying to focus again, but I could feel his eyes on me. It wasn't long before I felt the bed shift as Charlie got up and came to sit on the edge of my chair.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, looking at me with a playful pout. "Come on, just take a break. Let me help you. You'll be able to finish it faster if you're not stressed."

I sighed, leaning back and closing the textbook. "Fine. One break."

Charlie immediately grinned and swung around to sit on my lap, his arms wrapping around my neck as he snuggled in. "This is the part where you tell me I'm adorable, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," I said, rolling my eyes but grinning nonetheless. "You're adorable. But now I need to finish this. Seriously, you're cutting into my productive time."