TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕-𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕘 𝔾𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕘; 𝔻𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝔻𝕒𝕪𝕤

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 Luci_loo0

The sun hung low in the sky as I stepped out of the car, excitement tingling in every nerve. I adjusted my jacket nervously, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity. Today was the day I would meet my boyfriend Goldberg's hockey team I had heard so much about them, both on and off the ice, and I couldn't wait to finally put faces to the names I had heard countless times.

Goldberg took my hand, a reassuring smile on his face. "They're gonna love you, babe. I promise."

I couldn't help but smile back, grateful for his confidence. We made our way into the bustling arena, the sounds of skates on ice and cheers from the crowd filling the air. As we approached the locker room, I felt a rush of nerves. What if they didn't like me? What if I didn't fit in with their world of hockey and camaraderie?

Goldberg squeezed my hand gently, sensing my apprehension. "Relax, they're a great bunch. You'll see."

He opened the door to the locker room, and I was met with a chorus of surprised gasps and curious stares. The Mighty Ducks, a team I had admired from afar, were now looking at me with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

"Goldberg, buddy, you didn't tell us you were bringing a girl!" exclaimed Charlie Conway, the team's captain, with a grin.

Goldberg chuckled nervously. "Surprise, guys. This is my girlfriend."

The room erupted into a chorus of greetings and introductions as I tried to take it all in. I was introduced to Adam Banks, the skilled forward, and Fulton Reed, the towering defenseman with a heart of gold. Averman cracked a joke that had everyone laughing, and Connie welcomed me warmly, making me feel instantly at ease.

As we settled in, Goldberg's teammates bombarded me with questions about how we met, what I did for a living, and if I knew anything about hockey. I answered as best as I could, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement at being surrounded by these legendary players.

"Hey, Goldberg, how did you manage to snag a girl like her?" joked Guy Germaine, earning a playful shove from Goldberg.

"Hey now, watch it," Goldberg replied with a grin. "She's a keeper."

The afternoon flew by in a blur of laughter, stories, and shared camaraderie. I watched in awe as the Ducks prepared for their practice session, marveling at their skill and dedication to the sport they loved. Goldberg skated effortlessly on the ice, his passion for hockey shining through with every move.

During a break, Coach Bombay entered the locker room, a familiar smile on his face. He greeted me warmly, sharing a few stories of his own about Goldberg's early days on the team.

"It's good to see Goldberg happy," Coach Bombay said, clapping a hand on my boyfriend's shoulder. "He's come a long way since he first joined the Ducks."

As practice resumed, I found myself cheering along with the rest of the team, swept up in the energy and excitement of the game. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that Goldberg was part of this incredible group of players.

After practice, the team gathered for a post-game meal at a nearby diner. The atmosphere was lively, filled with good food and even better company. I listened to stories of past games, pranks pulled in the locker room, and the bond that held these players together both on and off the ice.

"You know, Goldberg, we were starting to think you were married to the game," joked Luis Mendoza, the fastest skater on the team.

Goldberg grinned, glancing at me fondly. "Nah, just needed to find the right girl to share the ice with."

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter and camaraderie. I felt like I had been welcomed into a tight-knit family, and I couldn't have been happier. As the night drew to a close, Goldberg walked me to my car, his hand in mine.

"Did you have fun?" he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

I smiled up at him, feeling more in love than ever. "I had an amazing time. Thank you for including me in your world, Goldberg."

He pulled me into a gentle hug, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Anytime, babe. You're part of the team now."

As I drove home, I couldn't stop smiling, replaying the day's events in my mind. Meeting Goldberg's hockey team, the Mighty Ducks, had been an unforgettable experience, and I couldn't wait to see where our journey would take us next.