TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕤

𝔾𝕦𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖 

 His fingers become restless, tapping rhythms only he can hear. His usually eloquent words stumble, and his eyes dart around like they're seeking an escape. A nervous chuckle escapes his lips, as if laughter could dispel his unease. Yet, his sincerity shines through, a vulnerable glint in his gaze. He fidgets with his hair, a telltale sign. And those rare moments when he's lost for words, when his voice cracks like a dam holding back a flood of emotions.

𝔸𝕕𝕒𝕞 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 

He laughs softly, a bit too high-pitched, attempting to mask the unease. His eyes flicker like butterflies, unable to alight on any one thing. A shy smile plays on his lips, a giveaway. And when he tucks his hands into his pockets, fingers tangling nervously, it's a crystal-clear signal.

𝕁𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕝 

The sparkle in his eyes dims a fraction, as if clouds momentarily shroud his confidence. Words, which usually flow freely, tangle like a hesitant stream, revealing his anxiety. He manages a lopsided grin, endearing in its vulnerability. Often, he rubs the back of his neck, a reflexive gesture I've decoded. And his voice, a touch softer than usual, holds a melody of uncertainty.

𝔽𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕠𝕟 ℝ𝕖𝕖𝕕 

His fingers, adept at intricate tasks, fumble and tangle like lost threads. His vibrant laughter turns slightly brittle, cracking under the weight of unease. Eyes that often meet mine with confidence now flit like captured butterflies. He adjusts his glasses more than needed, a clear signal of his jitters. 

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕨𝕒𝕪 

Charlie's subtleties become pronounced. His fingers, those deft at crafting wonders, now tangle like vines seeking support. Words that usually dance from his lips perform a hesitant ballet, tripping over unspoken worries. His grin, a mix of anticipation and anxiety, stretches wider than usual. He runs his hand through his hair, ruffling the strands unconsciously. A deep inhale, nearly unnoticeable, and his laughter, a touch higher, ring with both mirth and tension.

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕟 ℙ𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕟 

Words he weaves with ease now stumble like hesitant travelers. His smile, a mix of excitement and unease, tugs at my heartstrings. He absentmindedly straightens his collar, a nervous tick I've come to adore. A subtle intake of breath, as if fortifying himself, and his voice, softer yet laced with sincerity, paints a portrait of vulnerability.

𝕃𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔸𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟 

The words he chooses, usually precise, waltz in a hesitant rhythm, revealing his inner turmoil. His grin, part amusement and part anxiety, warms me. He tugs at his earlobe, a telltale sign, lost in thought. A slow, deliberate breath, as if savoring the moment, and his voice, a fraction softer, resonates with unspoken emotions.

𝕃𝕦𝕚𝕤 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕫𝕒

He adjusts his tie, a reflex I've come to cherish. A deep breath, unnoticed by most, and his voice – softer, measured, tinged with vulnerability – resonates with authenticity. Yet, it's his eyes, like windows into his soul, that betray his emotions, flickering between longing and uncertainty.