#fultonreed

He can have you and I can’t.

Fulton Reed x Reader

I’m basing this in D2, as it wasn’t specified, I hope that’s okay!

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Fulton’s eyes seem to manoeuvre with your body. Up and down the ice. True, he was supposed to be doing drills with you and the team, but he just couldn’t bring himself to stop looking at you. Sometimes he felt a sort of guilt, ashamed if you will, for liking you. Yet how could he not? You were there from the start, before his peewee hockey games, when you and the rest of District 5 would practise on a frozen over pond. You were the one to teach him how to skate. You were the one who wasn’t intimidated by his premature masculinity. You were the one that would stay up late listening to AC/DC and Metallica with him. You were the one that convinced him that he would be more than capable to play at the Junior Goodwill Games. You were his person.

You noticed Fulton looking at you with his familiar stern look, to which you straightened up. Was your hair out of its plait? Were you too slouched? Were your laces untied? Was your jersey tucked too far in? Were you doing the drills incorrectly? A multitude of questions skated through your mind, but all you could do in that moment was offer him a smile. A smile that he returned. A smile. You loved his smile. It was a smile that made the world around you halt to a stand-still. A smile that made you feel like the only two people in the room that matter. A smile that made you think that you were the only girl in the world.

He sighed as he skated onto the ice for warmups, eyes not straining away from your figure. Fulton felt a sudden jab to his ribs, glaring towards Dean’s smirking face. “Trouble in paradise?” He just hummed at him, wanting to act oblivious to the whole situation. “Come on you’re head over heels for (L/n).” He spoke as if it was obvious, although all he received was a shrug. “Well if you don’t ask her out it looks like Miami over there is going to.” Dean sniffed, making his way over to coach so he could leave Fulton alone with his thoughts.

He hadn’t noticed before. The way Luis was eying you like a piece of meat. The way that his was getting dangerously close your when he spoke. The way his eyes switched between your eyes and your lips. The way you heartedly giggled at whatever he had told you. The way he tried straightening your posture when shooting. The way he took your stick and was taunting you to try and get it back. But now it was all he could see. For once his vision wasn’t tunnelled just to you. His peripheral radar was sending warning signals to the heart that beat only for you. 

The fire in Fulton’s eyes was more than visible, the red he saw interrupted by the siren signalling the end of warm ups. As he reached the changing rooms his ears billowed with smoke, eyeing the way Mendoza followed closely behind you. You were oblivious to the whole thing - god Luis was a slimeball. You let him have his fun though, knowing that soon he’d catch eyes for someone else and forget about you. There was no use fighting with him, it would just create more problems than necessary.

“Come on baby, just some pizza!” Luis groaned, reaching his arm around you as you lifted your jersey over your head and tucking it in. “I said no, Luis.” You laughed, rolling your eyes at his playfully flirtatious expression. “You know, come back to my place, order some pizza, watch a horror movie?” He cocked his brow. “Mendoza, you’d shit yourself at a horror movie.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Please?” You were about to turn him down once more, obviously knowing that he was just being humorous and would back off in a minute.

“She said no.” A gruff, forced voice said from behind you. Both you and the Miami boy turned, and Fulton was stood there - jaw locked and eyes stern. “Calm down, Reed.” He shook his head. “I was only playing.” He stated, winking at you with a joking smirk on his lips. “Well she shouldn’t have to tell you more than once.” His stance way unwavering, eye contact being maintained by the taller of the two. “Look man-” Luis tried to reason, but was harshly shoved by Fulton. Mendoza retaliated by lurching towards him, arm winding up to swing a shot.

“Woah! Fucking calm down!” You pulled the two apart, forcing Fulton out of the room to check Luis was alright. “You okay?” “Yeah,” He offered you a reassuring look, rearranging his gear as he glared deathly daggers at the now-closed door. “The fuck was his problem?” You just shook your head in acknowledgment. “I’m gonna go see what’s up with him.” You said, but was soon stopped by Luis. “Hey, if that nut job tries anything I’m in here.” You thanked him, heading to the hallway where you had sent the Duck.

“What the fuck was that?” His head snapped towards you. “He was trying-” “No,” You cut him off. “He wasn’t trying anything. There’s a border between flirting and trying something, and he didn’t cross it.” Fulton looked at his feet, inhaling deeply as he attempted to calm himself down. “What’s your problem, Fulton?” Your brows creased in questioning. He just looked at you. “Come on then, our with it.” It was hard to tap your foot with a skate on, but somehow you managed.

“It’s not fair!” He finally said, voice rising but suddenly sinking into almost nothing. “What’s not fair, Ful?” He closed his eyes, as if contemplating his next words. “It’s not fair that he can have you and I can’t.” It took a moment for his words to finally sink in. “What do you mean?” “For gods sake!” He looked at you, anger and desperation mixed within his irises. “Why can he flirt with you when I’ve been in love with you for years?” You were taken aback by his statement, almost not noticing the way he slouched down the wall, head in his hands. “Look I’m sorry-” You stopped him. “You’re an idiot aren’t you?” You lauded, and he only looked at you, confusions writing across his distraught face.

“I’m fucking in love with you.” You said, and he almost did believe it. You loved him? You couldn’t? Never. Why would you? Him, Fulton Reed? In his moment of inner-battling, he didn’t realise you had slid down the wall beside him. He looked down and back at you as he watched you intertwined your hands, and bring his to your lips. No words were shared, and you just rested your head against his shoulder. Just two kids laying in an empty hallway in their hockey gear. Your moment was soon interrupted, by Dwayne and Lester chasing each other out into the hallway. “Y’all ready to play some puck?” You both shared a look, before you pulled Fulton off of the floor, and began running with the others towards the ice to play.

An Homage to a “Bash Brother”

My soccer team has a habit of using quotes from “The Mighty Ducks” as motivation. After one Sunday game, I sat down and watched all three movies from the franchise. Halfway through the first movie, I grabbed a few sheets of card stock and began piecing together this small tribute to my favorite Duck, Fulton Reed.

Not only a “Bash Brother,” Fulton’s the misunderstood loner who finds a family within the Ducks. With a nuclear slap shot, he also serves as the Ducks’ secret weapon in the more dramatic games. His initial inability to skate allows for comic relief and makes the character relatable. Through Fulton, we learn that if we remove an obstacle, we can realize a pursuit we would have otherwise dismissed.

I try to remember this lesson whenever I come across something I want to pursue. Too often, we become discouraged because we don’t have all the pieces of the puzzle needed to complete the task. When this happens, it’s important to just jump in. All you need is confidence that you’ll figure it out and improve along the way.