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gaffney · 2 years ago

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Are Charlie/Jesse your OTP?

ALRIGHT SO!!! yes… but also no…? charlie’s my favorite character, and i like him with a lot of people (linda included, which i know isn’t a popular opinion in this fandom lmao). i especially love him with adam, and i think he’d be a great match for julie. likewise with jesse, i also like him with quite a few others. the mighty ducks: a polycule… so i don’t really have an otp??? i guess??? why settle for one true pairing when you can have several 😩

but i do have the biggest soft spot for charlie/jesse. i think their characters complement each other a lot, in a way i don’t think other characters do (especially with charlie). lemme try to piece my thoughts together below a cut.

throughout the trilogy, we see that charlie is a kid who is incredibly attached–if not the one who is the most attached–to the ducks as a team. (or at least, his version of the ducks, considering he walked out on the team in d3 when he didn’t think it was the team he loved anymore). he goes to extreme lengths to keep it intact & thriving, and i think that’s partly why he’s such a great captain: his dedication. he shows up on the ice when no one else (except fulton) does. he tries to get bombay to come back/make him see sense. he welcomes adam to the team (or tries to), despite an earlier scene showing us that he doesn’t like the idea. he goes to the lengths to recruit russ, and then later gives up his spot for him, and adam, because charlie’s aware they’re better players than him and the team needs their skills more. (funnily enough, these are also the two people he tries to fight in d3 because he thinks they’ve “betrayed” the team/what it stands for). he encourages his teammates, helps/guides them, and protects them. they’re his flock.

they’re also jesse’s flock. he’s charlie’s equal in that he’s the team’s unofficial leader who looks after them about as much as charlie does (with the added bonus of the ducks actually listening to him lmao). like, his very first scene is when he tells the ducks to relax because “he’s got this” while they’re walking up to someone who they think is a drug dealer–even though he was clearly also nervous, jesse put himself in front of the ducks as a shield (and he later does this again, when they’re corned by the hawks, even though the movie cuts it off)!! when bombay disrespects them, jesse lets him know he’s the one in the wrong. he stops charlie from welcoming adam because adam/the hawks used to bully them (and i think it’s important to note that this clearly made an impact on adam, as he entrusted jesse specifically with the task to “kick some hawk butt” and they become close). he’s got a quick temper but it’s typically with good reason, like becoming annoyed with russ after he trash talks connie’s goal.

so when it comes to them together, i love that jesse is pretty much the only duck that charlie does not try to mother hen. he trusts him to lead when charlie doesn’t/can’t (like talking back to bombay in d2) and, even when charlie disagrees with jesse’s assessment (like in the locker room scene with adam, or when jesse quits the team in d1), he doesn’t try to argue against him like he has with other people. when tasked with getting the flock back together, jesse’s the one charlie looks for first. and in turn, when jesse–for the first time in the franchise–seems uncertain of what to do because he doesn’t know if he can trust bombay, charlie is the one jesse looks to.

SO BASICALLY, the main reason why i love them? they’re (written in a way that makes them) evenly matched. they’re two sides of the same coin. they’re the tip of the flying v. i mean, and this is a headcanon because none of these kids ever had a conversation that wasn’t about hockey, i like to think that jesse is someone who charlie doesn’t have to be in constant captain mode with, someone he can and does lean on (literally). which i also think is a reason why charlie was kinda obnoxious in d3. i mean, don’t even get me STARTED on how he kirby’d jesse, but there was no one to balance charlie out anymore. no one there to *charlie voice* give him a break!!! which meant he was in constant “i am the captain AND leader” mode, which was very exhausting. still, i think it made sense for his character.. (join me again next time where i go in depth about charlie’s abandonment issues).

anyway that was a lot of word vomit. tldr: i love charlie/jesse because they’re equals and they’re married. goodbye the end 😭😭😭

#answered #the mighty ducks #charlie conway #jesse hall #hallway #none of this makes sense #but i have a lot of feelings!!#about dumb fictional hockey boys #i feel like this was a question that couldve been answered with a yes or no but apparently i dont know how to do that

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pucked-bunnie · 6 months ago

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pairings: luke hughes x reader ⎜ ft matt rempe prompt: "back the fuck off" genre: fluff ⎜established relationship ⎜ warnings: matt rempe being a menace as per usual ⎜angry luke ⎜protective bf luke ⎜mentions of fighting ⎜insults towards reader and luke ⎜ synopsis: you never realised your boyfriend could get so fired up by a simple little comment. word count: 3.6k authors note: this was requested a while ago and was the clear winner of the poll I put up so I hope you all enjoy. also don't pay too much attention to the timeline it is less than accurate.

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Luke doesn’t know a lot about many things.

But he does know a lot about hockey.

His life has always been about hockey - sleep, eat, hockey, repeat - so when he met you it was refreshing to not have to live for hockey.

It was refreshing to live for him.

The first time the two of you had met, you were sitting at the only table with a free seat in the library - Lukes textbook for his sports management classes in his arms as he looks around for any other possibilities, not wanting to disturb the brunette girl with her nose in her own textbooks.

“You can sit down, you know.” Your voice was quiet, and at first he was sure he had imagined it and continued glancing around for other seats. “I’m not going to bite.” You added as you pushed your headphones off your head, glancing away from your books at the lost boy.

Lukes eyes shoot to yours, his head nodding quickly as he shuffles over to the seat, his shoulders rising in a cringe as his textbooks drop on the table - the bang resonating through the library, a few heads turning his way as he quickly slides into the chair. You watch him as he opens his text book staring at the page for a few moments before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You good there, curly?” Luke's eyes raise to meet yours, your head tilted in amusement as you glance down at his books and then back up at him.

“This class was supposed to be easy.” He admits slowly, sighing as a smile blooms on your face - your hand flicking closed your textbook, the front cover matching his.

“Super easy.” You admit, as you close your laptop, your headphones are still around your neck as you scoot your chair around the round table to look down at his notebook. “You’re a bit behind on the lessons?” You question, noting his notes are from a class over two weeks ago.

“I get caught up with sports sometimes.” He can’t help the goosebumps that rise as your arm brushes over his - reaching to flick his textbook back a few chapters.

“You do know that the student comes first in the name student athlete?” Your words are sharp but the smile on your face lessens the blow, his head nodding quickly again - and he’s sure there’s a dumb glazed look in his eyes.

“I can help you out if you want.” Lukes never agreed to something quicker in his life - his hand shooting out to shake yours as he almost yells his name in introduction - he repeats your name under his breath a few times after you return his introduction not wanting to forget anything about you.

Months passed quickly - the two of you meeting up at least once a week to go over the material you had learnt in class, making sure Luke was understanding everything - even going as far as to FaceTime when the team was on road trips.

It was a Thursday afternoon - the two of you sitting on Luke's small bed in his dorm room, textbooks splayed on the bed though neither of you were paying much attention to them. Luke's attention was focused on the hockey game on his laptop, and your attention was focused on him.

“Hey, Luke?” You call quietly, his eyes never leaving the screen as he hums in response - his body tensing every time one of the players in red get close to the goal. “When are you going to ask me on a date?” Luke doesn’t look at you, but you can tell his attention is no longer on the hockey game in front of him - the goal horn blaring as he sits frozen on his bed.

“You’d want that?” He finally asks, his voice cracking as his head lifts to slowly close his computer, his hands gripping the cold metal as he waits for your response.

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want it.” Luke can feel his heart burst in his chest, your hand reaching out, a gentle finger on his chin turning his head towards you - “ask me.” You say firmly, his eyes locked with yours as you wait for his brain to reboot.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” He asks, the words falling out of his mouth before his brain can catch up.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Luke.”

It’s funny how true the silly little saying your parents teach you as a kid can be so true.

Time really does fly when you’re having fun.

It also flies when your boyfriend gets called up into the professional hockey league and has to leave you behind.

“Did you watch the game today?” Luke asks through your phone, his small face on your phone propped up beside you on your desk, his hair wet from his shower post game, a soft glow on his skin as he smiles at you when you’re not looking.

“Of course.” You say, jotting something in your notebook before closing it softly, “I also watched when you almost got your back broken by being hit into the bench.” You huff, a frown on your face as you glance over your boyfriend. Luke's smile drops a little, as he sits up in his bed, watching as you wipe at your face roughly.

“I just worry about you, Luke.” You say quietly, your eyes teary - Luke can feel his heart stop as he looks around his room in panic, for what no one knows. Luke feels his chest tighten as you let a small sniffle escape before wiping at your face again.

“When are you going to ask me to be with you?” Luke never knows what to do when you ask questions like this - his response typically falling under a freeze response, his brain moving slower than normal when you catch him by surprise.

“You’d want that?” He asks, the deja vu settling in his bones as he adds, “What about school?”

“I’m doing a degree in business management, Luke - I can do that online if I wanted to.” Luke feels like he’s going to have long term effects if you keep making his heart stop and start like this - the deja vu hitting again as you add, “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want it.”

Luke feels like he’s going to explode as he yanks his laptop from where it is charging, looking up flights and hotels as quickly as possible.

Luke doesn’t know a lot about many things.

But he knows he would pay whatever he had to, to have you here with him - to be able to entwine his two favorite things in his life together.

The last six months have been a crash course in ice hockey - after the play off season had ended with an unfortunate loss Luke had dragged you to Michigan for the summer, wasting no time in introducing you to his whole family and everyone around who would listen.

His two older brothers had put in the work to sit you down every night after dinner. A game from the previous season loaded onto the T.V a notebook in your lap as Luke slipped onto the couch behind you - his hand fiddling with whatever they could latch onto.

“Okay so what is it called if one player insults another player?” Jack quizzes, the video paused on his captain's mouth open mid yell.

“Chirping?” You say Jack giving a strong nod and a smile, resuming the video.

“And what do we do when someone chirps us?” Jack asks, his smile mischievous as he waits for you to respond.

“Chirp back?” You assume, Jack clapping his hands together in joy as Luke shakes his head behind you - leaning forwards to pull your short hair out of its bun.

“No, we ignore it.” Luke corrects, his fingers gentle on your scalp as he detangles the knots left in your hair from the day on the boat.

“That’s not fun, Lukey.” Jack huffs, looking over to his older brother for back up, Quinn just throwing his hands up with a shrug.

“I think ignoring it is a better answer.” Quinn says softly, his attention solely on his phone.

“Alright let’s watch something else - I think she knows everything she can.” Luke says pulling the remote from Jack's hand as he exits off the hockey game, pulling up Netflix to scroll through. His arm banded around your waist as he pulls you to lie back against him, a blanket thrown over the two of you as his brother argues over what to watch.

“The post is blowing up, Luke.” You say quietly, showing him the notifications on your phone - Luke had posted an instagram story early, undeniably hard launching the relationship into the public - both of you had expected some attention but this had been more than anything you would imagine.

“It’ll settle down eventually - you’re lucky Jack hasn’t posted anything, that would probably make your phone crash.” You let out a small chuckle, leaning into Luke further as you scroll through your notifications trying to clear your inbox as much as possible.

“Hold up, who’s that?” Luke asks as you stop scrolling through your inbox, clicking on the message he pointed at. “Matt Rempe? Why does that sound so familiar?” Luke questions as you click on his profile scrolling through the photos in confusion.

“You mean the giant kid who was just signed to the rangers?” Jack asks, his attention momentarily leaving the movie trailer Quinn was showing on his phone to respond to Luke.

“How do you know that?” Luke asks, his brother just shrugging in response. “What did he say?” Luke asks as you swipe back to the message reading over the words with a frown.

“Hey, how’s heaven handling things now that you’ve left?” You read aloud, Quinn letting out a loud snort and Jack's mouth falling open in surprise. “Oh dear god, that’s bad.” You sigh, moving to delete the message before Luke’s hand stops you, his hand swiping the phone from your hand as his fingers tap on the screen.

“Luke, what are you doing?” You hiss, watching as he types out a message before deleting it and starting again “What happened to ignoring it?”

“This is off the ice - you don’t hit on other players' girlfriends.” Luke types again before hitting send on the one sentence message.

‘She has a boyfriend.’ You roll your eyes before snatching your phone back, the device dinging as you place it back in your lap. Luke looks at you expectantly as you pick up your phone again showing him the response.

‘We’ll see about that.’

“He’s messing with you Luke, just leave it.” You say, blocking the players profile before turning off your phone and tucking it under the blanket before he can type out more messages to his fellow rookie player.

The message echoes around Lukes head for the rest of the night - the man shocked by his fellow players' audacity.

Luke doesn’t know a lot about many things.

But he knows about hockey - and you don’t go after another player's girlfriend.

The season started off tense - with most of New Jersey’s star players out with injuries the team was scraping by on wins - only just managing to pull ahead towards the end of each game.

The most anticipated game of the season slowly sneaking up behind every one - the New Jersey Devils against the New York Rangers - normally a big rivalry but this year everything seemed more tense - especially with the rising enforcer of the New York Rangers making his presence and dislike for the New Jersey Devils team known.

“Everything will be fine.” You reassure Luke for the hundredth time, squeezing his hand once more before releasing it to fall back to his side, his face falling as he stares down at his empty palm. “I’ll meet you in the locker room after you take the arrival photos.” You say softly, before leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek, smoothing out his unruly curls before giving him one last smile.

He watches as you walk away, greeting some of the staff you pass as you move to where the other family members were gathering to wish their player good luck before the game. You lean against the wall as you scroll absentmindedly on your phone, occasionally adding something to the conversation going on around you, each of the wags splitting off towards their players as they make their way to the locker room.

“Excuse me?” A deep voice says from behind you, a large hand tapping on your shoulder. You turn slowly your head lifting as you glance up at the abnormally large man, his face immediately flagging recognition in your memory. “Are you a keyboard?” He asks quickly - your brows pulling together as you frown.

“What?” You respond.

“Are you a keyboard?” He tries again, waiting for a few moments before adding, “because I think you’re just my type.” You can’t help the scoff that comes out of you, physically cringing at the pick up line.

“Wait, I have more.” He exclaims quickly, a soft smile on your face as you shake your head.

“I’m aware - I’m pretty sure heaven is fairing pretty well without me.” Your retort seems to strike something in the man's memory, his mouth falling open in surprise before a slow grin grows back in its place. “You’ve really lived up to your name as hockey’s new menace.” You add, glancing over your shoulder to see Luke making his way up to the locker room.

“Ah so you’ve been watching me?” Matt’s confidence in himself is jarring, your frown deepening as you shake your head.

“Unfortunately for me, you seem to pop up in a lot of conversations about my boyfriend.” You say quietly, “Maybe it was due to your blatant disrespect for your fellow rookie players in this league.” Matt hesitates for a second, his eyes grazing over your face for any sign that you were joking.

“You’re not my type, and frankly I was hoping you got the message when I blocked you, but clearly your thick head isn’t good for anything other than fighting.” You add, and you know you shouldn’t be adding fuel to the fire but you just can’t help it.

“Everything okay over here?” Luke's voice is like dousing fire with water, his hand smoothing over your back to sit against your hip as he slides up beside you.

“You should keep your girl on a tighter leash.” Matt speaks before you can reassure your boyfriend, “Seems like she’d jump ship to anyone offering her a good time.” You can feel Luke tense beside you, a few of his team mates pausing in their movement, watching their rookie player glare up at the intruder.

While Luke has always been considered in the group of larger hockey players - Matt was on a whole other level.

“What did you just say about her?”

“You heard what I said - your girlfriend is a whore.” You flinch at the words, your arm looping around Luke’s back to grab hold of his suit jacket hoping he was smart enough not to engage with the larger man.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Matt continues his taunting, your gaze flicking over your shoulder hoping to catch the attention of another person.

Luke takes in a deep breath, rolling his eyes before stepping away from you a little, his hands moving you behind him slightly as he moves toe to toe with the fighter. “Look, back the fuck off dude. She said she wasn't interested and I’m not interested in paying a fine for bothering with someone like you.”

You let out a sigh of relief as one of the older players steps up besides you, pulling you a step further away from the pair, his own glare set on the two boys.

“This can be dealt with on the ice.” Kurtis says roughly, tugging on Luke’s arm to break contact, the rookie quickly following the wordless instructions of his veteran teammate. “Forget what you said about her…” Kurtis pauses, waiting for Luke to object before adding, “Why don’t you fight someone your own size?” You can see the anger rolling off the two rookies as they finally nod at each other in understanding, Matt glaring at the three of you before turning towards the away team locker room.

“Leave him for me, Kid.” Kurtis says quickly as Luke turns towards him, adding “You’re not a fighter, Luke. We need you to be able to play.” Luke nods hesitantly, the two of you watching as Kurtis kisses his wife quickly before moving into the locker room, your gaze turning up to your boyfriend.

“He’s right, you know.” You say.

“I know.” Luke agrees, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss on your cheek before following after his team mate.

“Play safe.” The words falter as Kurtis’s wife thread her arm through yours - reassuring you everything will be okay.

“Kurtis will sort that kid out.” She says quickly, the cheeky gleam in her eyes.

The pre game warm ups move quickly - both teams seemingly tense on the ice, neither making much contact with each other, Luke goes through his normal motions, his body seeming no looser than before as he exits the ice to walk back into the locker room.

“Why do I have a feeling this is going to be bad?” You ask the wives and girlfriends besides you - all of them agreeing with your gut feeling, all of you tense in your seats as you watch the teams take the ice again - a strange mix of players starting for New Jersey - Luke steaming from the bench as he watching the referee talk to the players at center ice.

It’s not clear who starts it from where you’re sitting - but as soon as the puck hits the ice, chaos breaks out - each of the ten players on the ice matching up a five on five brawl sprawling across the ice. Most of the fights end quickly, each player slowly making their way to the penalty box as they get pulled apart by the officials, but one match up continues.

Matt and Kurtis go head to head for over five minutes - both teams cheering them on the pounding of sticks on the boards echoing through the arena. Finally the two get pulled apart and to everyone's joy Kurtis comes away relatively unharmed - the other team's rookie seeming to have gotten the worst of the hits in the fight.

You watch Luke yell something across the ice as Matt is dragged from the ice the two of them yelling at each other back and forth until Luke’s captain pats his shoulder gently, motioning for him to calm down.

The game continues tensely - the ejected players cleaning themselves up before joining your group in the family area, Kurtis patting your shoulder gently as you thank him for stepping in.

“The kid needing a proper welcome to the NHL - I’m glad I was the one to give it to him.” Kurtis says quietly, before adding, “Luke’s pretty fired up, try to get him home in one piece.”

The game finishes with a loss for the Devils, everyone disappointed but unable to wipe the smiles off their faces as they reminisce on the earlier fight - everyone wanting to share their point of view. Luke pushes his way out of the locker room, his face set in a deep frown as he reaches his hand out for yours, his shoulder dropping a little as you squeeze your hand in his.

“You need to relax and try not to crash on the way home.” You comment as you both get into the car. Luke lets out a long groan before flopping against the driver's seat.

“I feel like such a wimp.” Luke’s words surprise you, your boyfriend had never had much interest in fighting before definitely being a lover and not a fighter.

“Why?”

“Because I let another player fight my battle.” You let out a snort of a laugh.

“That’s his job, Luke.” Your boyfriend flicks his faze over to you, “He’s supposed to give and take the hits to keep the best players on the ice, I think Kurtis had more fun than anyone else that player today.” You continue, reaching over to pull on one of the curls sitting on his forehead.

“It’s not a bad thing to know when to fight and when you’re outmatched - Matt is a fighter and knows what he’s doing and you’d be stupid to think you could take him on.” Your words are harsh, just like they were when you had first met - but the blow is softened as you smile softly as the man sitting next to you.

“I’m proud of you for choosing the high road - he’s a meat head hockey player who’s got more brawn than skill - but you have talent and it would’ve been a shame to see you waste it all for one stupid fight.” Luke nods slowly at your words, turning his head to press a kiss against your palm before turning back to the front of the car.

“Okay, I think it’s safe to drive now.” He jokes, his posture far more relaxed than it was before.

Luke doesn’t know a lot about many things.

But he knows that he would do anything for you. Even get in a stupid fight.

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