The Mighty Ducks Imagines

Silent Love

This was requested by H1s_B4byD0ll_ - I don't know much on the topic of muteness, so I hope this is alright.

Back in Miami, I was on a hockey team with the fastest skater you've ever seen. He couldn't stop but that didn't stop him. He may seem like he'd hit on every girl in his sight - and I guess he did sometimes. But he was the first to learn sign language to help me out. I'm mute and struggle with hearing - I can hear, it's just difficult. I always appreciated him - he made me feel stronger and like I actually belonged on the ice. Maybe it was his kindness and patience paired with his looks that made me fall for him.

When Luis told me that he had been picked to play for team USA in the Goodwill Games, I had mixed emotions. Of course I was super happy for him and proud that he got picked. On the other hand, I knew I'd be losing the person who encouraged me most. Everything seemed to change after he left - the rest of the team tried, but most of them gave up after a while. I felt so weak and that hasn't really changed.

Despite becoming a ghost of myself, I was really excited to watch Luis on TV. We couldn't go to LA for the finals like I was desperate to do. I couldn't really keep in contact with him because phone calls don't work for me and I was told any letters I'd write wouldn't get to him. Even from my couch, I was his biggest supporter because he was always mine.

Just when I thought my heart couldn't break any more, my family suddenly moved to Minnesota before Luis came back to Miami. I got invited to Eden Hall on a hockey scholarship. As much as I want to believe that it's purely because of my skill, a big part of me thinks it was just a diversity buy out to boost their image. Either way, it's a free ride.

Just before the school year started, I went in for placement tryouts. I was shocked when they put me straight on the Varsity team instead of JV. I wish they didn't. In the few practices I've had with them, they've only been cruel. Even though I can't really hear anything they say, it doesn't take a genius to understand they're making fun of my disability. Scooter has tried to be nice, but it doesn't last long with the others around.

We have an interpreter in practice for me - but they don't know a lot of sign language, so it's a struggle. I can sort of read lips, but that's also a hard task a lot of the time because of how different people speak. I haven't felt so low since Luis left. In the brief time I've been in Minnesota, I can thankfully say I've made a friend. I met a girl named Connie who was kind and understanding from the start - even wanting to help me, learning sign language like Luis. It didn't click at first, but I then realised that she was on team USA with Luis. I never brought him up because she's still learning the basics.

Connie was the first to let me know that the Ducks would be joining Eden Hall as the new JV team. Nobody knew if Luis or any of the other team USA would be joining. Today is the day that they start here - I'm nervous and excited to see if he'll be there.

Running a little late, I rush into the assembly hall - doing my best to apologise to everyone I bump into. As I enter through the doors, I quickly realise that this place is packed. Time to hunt for a seat. I don't want to sit with Varsity but that may be the only option. Getting closer, I start to see the people in front of them. Oh my god - that's him. Swiftly, I make my way over to the empty seat at the end of the row and tap his shoulder.

"Y/N?" He looks at me with a mix of confusion and joy as I grin and nod.

"Hi." I wave before he pulls me into a familiar comforting hug.

"What are you doing here?" He signs - good to know he hasn't forgotten how with the mad trajectory his life is on.

"I'm here on a hockey scholarship!"