TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕- 𝔸𝕕𝕒𝕞 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤; 𝕍𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕪

𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪  ziviore

I remember the day Adam left for varsity like it was yesterday. We were both excited for this new chapter in our lives, but little did I know the pain that was coming my way.

The first few weeks were okay. We talked on the phone every day and texted constantly. But as time went on, our conversations became shorter and less frequent. I tried to be understanding, knowing that he was busy with classes and practice, but it still hurt.

As expected, things started to change once he left. We still talked every day, but there was a distance between us that wasn't there before. He was busy with his classes and his friends, and I was still back home trying to adjust to life without him.

I tried my best to be supportive of him and his new life, but it was hard. I couldn't help but feel left behind and forgotten. I missed the way things used to be between us, the way we would spend hours on the phone talking about everything and nothing.

I tried to be supportive of his commitments, but it was hard. I missed him so much and I felt like I was being pushed to the side. I started to feel unimportant to him.

To make matters worse, Rick, the captain of the team, seems to have it out for me. He's always making snide comments about me and trying to make my life difficult. It's like she sees me as competition for Adam's attention.

One day, I was walking through the school hallway when Rick approached me. "Hey there, little miss clingy," he said with a smirk. "You know, you should really find a hobby or something. Maybe then Adam would have some time for you."

I tried to ignore him, but his words stung. It was clear that he was trying to get under my skin. I couldn't help but feel like he was succeeding.

Things only got worse from there. Every time I went to one of Adam's games, Rick would make sure to come over and talk to him, ignoring me completely. It was like I wasn't even there.

I never thought I'd be one of those girls, the ones who cry into their pillows at night because of a boy. But here I am, feeling the sting of unrequited love. My boyfriend, Adam, is on the varsity hockey team, and I couldn't be prouder of him. But lately, things haven't been so great between us.

It's not that Adam doesn't care about me. He does, I know he does. But his time and attention are consumed by the team. Practices, games, meetings- it all takes priority over everything else in his life. And I'm left feeling like I don't matter.

But that's not even the worst part. The varsity guys have been pulling pranks on me and my team. It started off harmless enough- silly string in the locker room, water balloons on the field. But then it escalated to stealing our equipment, leaving us with nothing to practice with. And when I tried to talk to Adam about it, he brushed it off like it was no big deal.

"Come on, babe, it's just a little harmless fun," he said, trying to pull me into a hug.

"It's not harmless when we can't even practice," I retorted, pushing him away. "And it's not just the pranks. You've been MIA for weeks now. I feel like you don't even care about me or what's going on in my life."

Adam's expression softened, and he reached out for my hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was that bad. But you have to understand, this is my dream. Playing for varsity is everything to me."

"I get that," I replied, my voice shaking with emotion. "But it shouldn't come at the expense of our relationship. I need you to be there for me, to support me. And I need you to stand up for me and my team. These pranks aren't just harmless fun. They're hurting us, and I need you to do something about it."

He listened intently, his eyes never leaving mine. When I finished, there was a long pause. I expected him to be angry, to defend his team, to tell me I was overreacting.

But instead, he just took me in his arms and held me tight. I could feel his heart beating against my chest, and I knew in that moment that I wasn't alone.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I had no idea they were treating you like that. I'm going to talk to them and make sure it never happens again."

I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. "Thank you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for listening, for understanding."

He smiled at me, and I knew then that everything was going to be okay. We sat there for a while, just holding each other, until finally, I felt like I could breathe again.

It wasn't until later that I realized how much that moment had meant to me. It wasn't just about his team and how they treated me. It was about feeling like someone cared, like someone was there for me when I needed them the most.

And for that, I will always be grateful.