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The game - George (request)

It's game night, I'm so hyped. I'm also very nervous. It's the final, a lot is riding on this. The game I'm about to play could make or break me. It's time!
I have something the other players don't, I have a George. He's my good luck charm, of course I'm not out to my teammates. I don't think they'd take it too well. I play sports, George is a drummer, so you wouldn't expect us to be a gay couple.
Of course it is a bit shitty not being out to my teammates, they're the only people that I'm not actually out too, everyone else in my personal life knows. George is so sweet and respectful about it, though he would be as he's not out to his fans, he always makes sure to to send me a 'x' by text before I play though. He's my biggest fan, and I'm his (I will fight all the fangirls, for that title)
Text message:
George: not gonna make it til the 2nd part
Me: oh?
George: got stuck at rehearsal.
Me: it's cool.
George: x
At least he still sent me the signature 'x' I guess, it feels weird as this is the first big game I've played without George at the sidelines cheering me on, I'm starting to panic. Yes I'm very superstitious, what am I gonna do without my good luck charm?
The other team have a reputation for playing dirty, and now I feel even worse off without George being here. I know he can't help it, at least he makes it to my games, but it still sucks.

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There's still no sign of George, and we're just about to go on for the 2nd part
"Yo y/n you seem a little off today" Trevor, the goalie, says to you
"Yeah, must just be nerves, that and I don't have my good luck charm with me" I answer
"You're the second best player on our team, after me of course" he replies, "now let's go pummel them"

I really am off today, I'm not skating as good and I'm definitely not defending as good. I guess that could be put down to taking a stick in the shin, but I know what it really is. I'm skating towards the opposition, about to stop an attempt, the other player skating right towards me. The next thing I know I'm smushed up against the edge, face first, at least I see George. I think I may have dislocated my shoulder, and I can definitely taste blood from where I bit my lip. I'm being sent off the ice anyways, I turn and shove my stick as hard as I can into the back of the players knee causing him to fall onto the ice.
The ref blows the whistle, and that's how I know it's over for me. I'm not going to be playing anymore this season. I skate towards the edge of the ice feeling shit, and full of self loathing. Maybe if I'd just played better.

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"How you doing?" George asks walking into the first aid room
"Well my arms to be up in a sling for 6-8 weeks" I reply "just glad it's not the shoulder of the arm I write with"
"Oh, shit" he says
"It could be a lot worse, just gonna be a few bruises. At least nothing is officially broken" I explain
"Well, how about we head out, get some junk food, and choose a movie" George suggests "I'll even let you choose that geeky one you love, I'm paying as well, seen as you're injured"
"Thanks George, you can also tell me all about band practice" I reply
"And you can tell me about the match, if you want to?" George answers

A/n: I'm soo happy after a while that I've got back into writing. I love it. I'm hoping you guys loved this imagine as much as I loved writing it. Requests are open.
Thanks for reading!
Kayls x