Mighty ducks imagine/ preference

Bf v Gf (C. Conway)

As I stepped onto the ice, my heart was pounding. I glanced over at Charlie, who was warming up with his team on the opposite side of the rink. I couldn't help but feel nervous as I realized that we were about to play against each other.

The game was intense, and tensions were high. Things only got worse when Goldberg, the ducks' goalie, hit me in the leg with his hockey stick. I fell to the ground, writhing in pain and yelling out loud.

Suddenly, Charlie was by my side, checking on me. My heart swelled with gratitude as my teammates and coach rushed over to help me. They told Charlie to go, but I insisted that it was okay. Charlie gently picked me up and placed me on the stretcher.

As he carried me off the ice, I couldn't help but notice the curious looks from both teams. I knew they were wondering about our relationship, but at that moment, I didn't care. All I cared about was the pain in my leg and Charlie's comforting presence.

After the game, the ducks had won, but I didn't care. Charlie came to check on me, and I could tell he was worried. As I got out of my gear, I winced in pain, but Charlie was there to help me.

His teammates started to ask questions, and Charlie didn't hesitate to tell them that we were together. I could feel their disapproval, but I didn't care. All that mattered was Charlie and our love for each other.

That night, we went back to my house, and Charlie stayed with me. We cuddled in my room, watching movies and talking about everything and anything. It was the perfect end to a dramatic day.

"Thank you for being here, Charlie," I said, snuggling closer to him.

"Of course, Sam," he replied, his arms wrapping tightly around me. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."