The Mighty Ducks Imagines

Sleeptalking

I hate waking up in the middle of the night, but what can you do? It's 2:17am and I've managed to wake up from a random nightmare of which the details are already fading from my memory.

I decide to go get some water and hope I don't go back to that nightmare. Quietly, I begin the journey to the kitchen. One of the rooms ahead has its door propped open for some reason. As I reach said door, I stop in my tracks at the sudden sound of a cowboy.

"Armadillos keep diggin' little holes in my back yard." He's still asleep.

Still frozen in place, I can barely keep it together. Who knew Dwayne talked in his sleep? What the fuck? I slap my hand over my mouth to keep quiet and quickly run away and burst into Dean and Fulton's room since they forgot to lock it. The door shutting is louder than expected - causing them to jump awake as I fall to the ground.

"What the hell?" Fulton grumps and rubs his eyes.

"I thought you locked it." Dean groans.

Their brief bickering ends as they hear me by the door. They look over to me as a hyperventilating mess on the ground. Without a second thought, they race over to me with fear and concern.

"Are you okay?" Fulton panics as he crouches beside me.

"What happened?" Dean looks scared. Still wheezing, I grab onto him - causing him to quickly put his arm around me to support me. "She's gone insane. Or she's possessed."

"Use your words, Y/N. Breathe." Fulton takes pressure off Dean as I begin to calm down.

It takes a minute to catch my breath and even longer for my tomato face to return to its natural colour. I take a few deep breaths, still feeling light-headed as they sit with me. Dean puts a hand on my knee as Fulton holds my hand and runs his thumb across my knuckles.

"I went to get a drink and got jumpscared by Dwayne sleeptalking."

The boys look at each other - probably thinking 'is that it? Is she serious?' I proceed to imitate the sleeping cowboy. We all start snickering as they doubt the accuracy of it. I assure them that I didn't make up a single word.

"Why are you even up so late?" Fulton questions.

"I had a nightmare and couldn't go back to sleep." I explain as he squeezes my hand.

"Wanna stay with us?" Dean offers.

"Really?"

"Yeah, plus it'll be funny for the others to wonder where you went." Fulton laughs.

"True. I'll go grab my pillow and blankets - I'll sleep down here."

"Nah, share with one of us - way better than the floor." Dean protests and Fulton agrees.

"I'll go grab you that drink. " Fulton says as he leaves the room.

Portman helps me up and instantly starts doing some weird dance with me. As we stop dancing, we can't help but giggle. Suddenly, I have an idea.

"Wanna see if Dwayne is still sleeptalking?" He nods and crouches down to give me a piggyback there.

I hold on tight as we approach the door. Just as I thought, he's still going. Still laughing, we somehow stay quiet enough for him to stay asleep. When we get back to their room, Fulton puts my drink on his desk and says:

"Who's the cowboy now?"

Dean lowers me to the ground and asks for my final decision. "So, whose bed you takin', babe?"

"Fulton's more of a Teddy bear and I need that after a bad dream."

"Damn." Portman looks slightly disappointed that I didn't pick him.

"Shut up and give me a hug, you big goon." I laugh and squeeze him before he gets back in bed.

I walk over to Fulton, who is already standing with his arms open. Accepting the hug, he gives me a comforting squeeze and kisses my forehead. Pulling away, he moves to the side and motions for me to climb in bed. He shortly follows and instantly goes for the cuddle. I'm instantly way more comfortable and feel safer than I was in my own bed.

"I love you guys."

"Love you too." They both reply.

With a final kiss to the forehead, I fall asleep soon after.