TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕜

𝔾𝕦𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖

You wake up one morning to the sound of sneezing and sniffling coming from the other side of the bed. As you open your eyes, you find your boyfriend, Guy, huddled under the blankets, looking like a bundle of misery.

"Ugh, babe, I think I caught something," he groans, his voice muffled by the congestion in his nose.

You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and glance over at him. "Oh no, really? What do you need?"

"I don't know, just... sympathy, I guess," he replies with a weak smile, his eyes pleading for some comfort.

You chuckle and reach for the box of tissues on the nightstand, handing them to him. "Well, here's some sympathy in tissue form. But seriously, anything I can do to help?"

Guy sniffles and wraps himself tighter in the blankets. "Maybe some soup? And can you grab my favorite blanket from the living room?"

"Of course," you say, getting out of bed and heading to the kitchen. As you prepare a bowl of steaming chicken soup, you hear Guy's voice calling from the bedroom.

"Hey, can you bring me a cup of tea too? And maybe my fuzzy socks?"

You nod, assembling a makeshift care package for your ailing boyfriend. Returning to the bedroom, you find him curled up like a cocoon in bed.

"Here you go," you say, handing him the soup, tea, and fuzzy socks. "Anything else, Your Highness?"

Guy gives a weak smile, his eyes peeking out from the blankets. "Just some extra cuddles, if you don't mind."

You climb into bed beside him, wrapping your arms around him gently. "Better?"

He nods, sipping on the soup. "Much. Thanks for taking care of me, even though I'm a big baby when I'm sick."

"You're my big baby," you tease, earning a playful glare from Guy.

As the day goes on, you continue to pamper Guy, fetching him medicine, fluffing his pillows, and providing endless sympathy. Despite his initial grumbling, he can't help but appreciate the care and attention.

"Guess being sick isn't so bad when I have the best nurse in the world," he admits with a smile, and you can't help but feel a warm satisfaction at his words.

The two of you spend the day cocooned in blankets, watching movies and sharing laughter between coughs and sneezes. In the end, it turns out that taking care of a sick Guy Germaine is a surprisingly sweet and rewarding experience.

 𝔸𝕕𝕒𝕞 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤

You wake up to the sound of a persistent sniffle. Rolling over, you find Adam lying next to you, bundled up in a cocoon of blankets. His usually energetic demeanor is replaced by a pitiful expression, his hair tousled and eyes glazed with a hint of fever.

"Morning, love," he croaks, attempting a weak smile.

You can't help but chuckle at the adorable attempt. "Morning, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?"

Adam groans and pulls the covers tighter around himself. "Like a truck ran over me. I think I caught something."

Concern washes over you as you sit up, reaching over to feel his forehead. "You're burning up! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

He sighs. "Didn't want to bother you. But now that you're awake, can you make me some tea? And maybe fetch the tissues too?"

You nod, getting out of bed to fulfill his request. In the kitchen, you prepare a steaming cup of ginger tea, hoping it will provide some relief. Returning to the bedroom, you find Adam looking like a miserable puppy.