TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣- 𝔾𝕦𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖

Third period at Jefferson High was a powder keg of teenage energy, sarcastic wit, and the distinct sound of candy being pelted across the room at high speeds. Room 214 wasn't just a classroom—it was a lawless land governed by one man: Mr. Guy Germaine, the history teacher who was more legend than educator.

He stood at the front of the classroom wearing a wrinkled tie, beat-up Adidas, and a grin that said, "I love these kids, but they're going to drive me into early retirement."

In his arm? The famous candy basket, overflowing with sweets, ranging from Snickers and Skittles to suspicious off-brand lollipops he swore were "just as good."

"Okay, listen up!" Mr. G shouted over the noise. "I love the energy, but if you don't stop throwing Smarties at each other, I'm canceling Candy Toss and assigning a handwritten essay about the Mongol Empire."

Instant silence.

"Thank you." He turned to write on the whiteboard. "Let's start with a quick quiz! Basket's fully loaded, so I hope you came hungry for knowledge."

"Ughhh," Katie groaned. "You sound like the voiceover in a PBS documentary."

"Flattery won't save you," he said, tossing a Lemonhead directly at her forehead. It bounced off and landed in her lap.

"Direct hit!" AJ laughed.

"Okay, question one," Guy continued, spinning toward the class dramatically. "What major world event started in 1914?"

Rodrigo raised both hands and shouted, "The Stanley Cup playoffs!"

Guy facepalmed. "No, but I respect the enthusiasm."

"World War I!" shouted Hayleigh, who hadn't looked up from her notebook.

Guy tossed her a Kit Kat. "There we go! Proper candy for proper answers."

Just then, Gavin tilted too far back in his chair and crashed to the floor, arms flailing.

"Ow! My dignity!"

"Gavin, I told you last week, this is a history class, not Cirque du Soleil!" Guy said, cracking up as the class howled.

"Blake," he added, "stop trying to nap in the back."

"I'm resting my eyes, Mr. G."

"Uh-huh. You're about to rest them in detention."

AJ suddenly raised his hand. "Can I answer the next one?"

"Not if Andrew or Emma gets it first," Guy teased.

Emma narrowed her eyes. "Nepotism."

"Incorrect. That's my parenting style." He grinned. "Okay. What empire fell in 476 AD?"

Hands shot up.

"Katie?"

"The... Byzantine?"

Guy made a buzzer noise. "Nope!"

"Rodrigo?"

"The Ottoman?"

"Wrong continent, buddy."

"Jack?"

"The Roman Empire!"

Guy pointed. "There it is! Take your prize!" He flung a mini Reese's across the room, which hit Jada in the face as Jack missed it.

"OW! I'm calling child services!" Jada screamed, clutching her eye while laughing.

"You're not even my child!" Guy said, laughing so hard he nearly dropped the whole basket.

Suddenly, the classroom door creaked open. Ms. Hendricks, the assistant principal, peered in, eyebrows arched. Silence instantly fell.

"Mr. Germaine..." she said slowly, her eyes scanning the room: desks half-turned, candy wrappers on the floor, students still snickering.

"Yes, Ms. Hendricks?" Guy asked innocently.

"Is there a reason it sounds like Mardi Gras in here?"

He gestured to the whiteboard. "We're learning about the fall of empires. And also... throwing candy. For educational morale purposes."

AJ leaned forward. "It's a reward-based system. Super motivational."

Rodrigo added, "I learned three things today. One, I'm bad at history. Two, Kit Kats are aerodynamic. Three, Emma is ruthless."

Emma beamed. "Thank you."

Ms. Hendricks narrowed her eyes. "Just... keep it down."

"Yes ma'am. Thank you, ma'am." He saluted. She shut the door, and the room exploded with laughter.

"She hates us," Blake muttered.

"No," Guy corrected. "She just hates fun."

A few minutes later, things got weirder.

Katie launched a gummy bear at AJ during a "Cold War discussion," causing him to knock his notebook off the desk. Gavin, back in his seat, fell again—this time from laughing too hard.

Blake pulled out his phone to Google "historical memes," prompting Guy to yell, "That better be Abraham Lincoln doing stand-up or you're giving me your phone."

Meanwhile, Jada and Hayleigh were arguing over who won the last trivia round.

"You only got that right because you whispered with Emma!"

"No, I didn't!"

"LIES!"

Rodrigo climbed on his chair and shouted, "FOR THE MOTHERLAND!"

Guy sighed, spun the basket, and dramatically declared, "EVERYONE sit down or I'm giving you all raisins."

Immediate panic.

"YOU WOULDN'T!" Gavin gasped.

"You monster!" Katie shouted.

Guy held up a pack of raisins like a cursed talisman. "Try me."

The room finally calmed as students sat, panting and giggling, some brushing candy off their desks, others out of their hair. Guy dropped the raisins back in the basket like a grenade.
As the bell finally rang and students scrambled to collect their things, Guy leaned against the whiteboard, shaking his head, smiling.

Emma walked past him and said, "You know, most teachers just use a PowerPoint."

"Where's the fun in that?" he replied.

Andrew clapped him on the shoulder. "You're the only reason half of us even show up to school."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Mostly because it is," AJ added, flipping a Starburst at him.

As the kids spilled into the hallway, Guy looked around at the battlefield of desks and candy wrappers, raised one eyebrow, and muttered to himself:

"Tomorrow, I'm bringing three baskets."