TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕- 𝔾𝕦𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖; 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕔𝕖

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 Strawberrie08

Being on the same team as Guy was supposed to be easy. We had the same goals, the same drive, and the same love for the game. But lately, something felt off. He was sharper with me, throwing pointed comments my way during practice, and his usual smirk had been replaced by a scowl whenever I talked to my boyfriend, Jake.

I ignored it at first. Guy had always been intense, and maybe I was imagining things. But as weeks passed, it became impossible to ignore.

"Hey, are you mad at me or something?" I asked him after practice one evening.

He barely glanced at me as he tossed his gear into his duffel bag. "Why would I be mad?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. You've just been acting weird."

Guy scoffed, zipping up his bag. "Maybe I'm just tired of watching you waste your time."

My brows furrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," he muttered, slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking off before I could press further.

It bugged me, but I had other things to worry about—like my stupid argument with Jake that night. It started over something ridiculous, something neither of us would even remember in a week, but it escalated fast.

"I don't get why you have to spend so much time at practice," Jake snapped.

"Because it's important to me? You knew that when we started dating."

"Well, maybe I didn't realize it would be more important than me."

I let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, come on. Don't pull that."

Jake crossed his arms. "Whatever. Maybe we should just take a break."

"Fine," I shot back, more out of stubbornness than actual agreement.

I stormed out of his place, and by the time I got home, it hit me that we'd basically just broken up. Over nothing.

The next day at practice, Guy was already on the field when I arrived. He looked up as I walked over, his usual scowl softening when he saw my face.

"Hey," he said, quieter than usual.

I gave him a half-hearted smile. "Hey."

His gaze lingered on me. "Something wrong?"

I hesitated, but then sighed. "Jake and I broke up."

Guy was quiet for a moment before he nodded, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Huh. Can't say I'm surprised."

I frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," he said, stepping closer, "that he was an idiot, and you deserved better."

I rolled my eyes. "Right. And you know what's best for me?"

Guy tilted his head, his smirk widening. "Maybe."

I huffed a laugh. "Oh, yeah? What makes you so sure?"

Instead of answering, he reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. My breath caught in my throat.

"Because I've been watching you waste your time," he murmured, echoing his words from before. "And I'm done standing back."

Before I could respond, he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that was nothing short of a declaration.

And just like that, everything made sense.