TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕-𝕎𝕒𝕣 ℤ𝕠𝕟𝕖; ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕨𝕒𝕪

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 krodriguez1925

Being the sister of Rick Riley and dating Charlie Conway should've come with a warning label. It was exhausting, frustrating, and sometimes, downright humiliating. The two of them had been at each other's throats since forever, and somehow, I was the idiot who thought I could be Switzerland.

Spoiler alert—I was not.

It started small. Pranks here and there. Little jabs that made me roll my eyes but weren't worth getting involved in. Until it escalated. And then, suddenly, I was the one suffering the most.

I was in the school hallway, minding my own business, when I heard Charlie's voice behind me. "Hey, Y/N, wait up!"

I turned just in time to see him jog up, his hair still messy from hockey practice. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a loud splat echoed through the hallway. Cold, sticky liquid dripped down my face. Laughter erupted around me, and I blinked, feeling the unmistakable sensation of—oh my God, maple syrup?

"Are you kidding me?!" I screeched, wiping at my face.

Charlie's eyes widened in horror. "I—Y/N, I swear, that wasn't for you!" He turned sharply, and sure enough, at the other end of the hall, Rick was doubled over, laughing his ass off.

"You should've seen your face, Conway!" Rick howled. "Man, I was aiming for you, but this is so much better."

"You absolute—" Charlie started forward, but I grabbed his arm before he could charge at my brother.

"Don't," I warned. "Just—don't."

Charlie clenched his jaw but let out a deep breath. "Fine. But he's not getting away with this."

"Oh, wonderful. More dumbassery."

Rick smirked at me. "C'mon, Y/N, lighten up."

"Lighten up?!" I gestured to my syrup-soaked hair. "I look like a freaking pancake, Rick!"

Charlie pulled a rag out of his bag and handed it to me. "You're right, Y/N. This means war."

And war it was.

The next day, Charlie got his revenge.

Rick had his gym clothes stuffed in his locker, and when he pulled them out, a fine cloud of baby powder exploded all over him. He coughed and sputtered, looking like a human powdered donut.

Charlie was leaning against the lockers, grinning. "Huh. Guess you should've been more careful with that syrup, Riley."

Rick glared. "You did not just do that."

"Oh, I did."

I groaned, rubbing my temples. "You guys are exhausting."

Rick's eyes narrowed. "You realize this means I have to retaliate, right?"

"No, you don't," I argued. "You could just let it go."

Rick and Charlie both looked at me like I'd just spoken another language.

A week later, I walked into the lunchroom, feeling like something was off. I spotted Charlie at our usual table, looking suspiciously smug. My gut told me to turn around, but I was too late.

The second I sat down, I felt a cold, wet sensation seep through my jeans. I gasped, shooting up, only to see a massive water balloon under my seat.

Rick burst out laughing from the next table over. "Oh my God, that was perfect!"

Charlie stood up so fast his chair nearly fell over. "Oh, that's it, Riley!"

"You started it, Conway!"

"I started it? You dumped syrup on your own sister to get to me!"

"You put baby powder in my locker!"

I slammed my hands on the table. "BOTH OF YOU, SHUT UP!"

They froze.

I glared at both of them, my jeans soaked, my patience gone. "I am sick of being caught in the middle of your stupid pranks! I have had syrup in my hair, I have sat on a freaking water balloon, and I am done! So unless you both want to die today, knock it off."

A long silence followed.

Then Charlie had the nerve to smirk. "So, you're saying if I dump something on Rick without hitting you, it's fine?"

Rick grinned. "Yeah, because I was just thinking of getting him next."

I groaned and dropped my head into my hands. "I hate both of you."

Charlie slung an arm around my shoulder. "No, you don't."

Rick smirked. "Yeah, you love us."

I sighed. "Unfortunately."

And that was how I realized there was no winning. If I wanted to be with Charlie, I'd have to survive the war zone that was him and my brother. And frankly? I wasn't sure I'd make it out alive.