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TV - Mighty Ducks 3 ⚠️ GN

REMINDER: um I'm not active as much on here and I'm so sorry about that, this is my tumblr "whyareyouhere66" where more of my works are and I'm a bit more active. 

Anyways

"Don't know where you are right now...did you see me on TV?"

"Maybe I, maybe I, maybe I'm the problem..."

-TV, Billie Eillish 2022

Mighty Ducks 3/Adam Banks x GN Reader

Fem or Male, I imagined it as Male but it works either way. Y/n's sport is not specified either.

Warnings: Angst, jealousy/comparing yourself, implications of depression, might sound a bit dramatic and kinda me projecting just a wee bit , and no real implications of romance.

3-8

The other team was up by 5 points, and the score board only 3 minutes to sounding. I could see people rushing around me, eyes trained on the ball. But I was just too tired to move my legs.

My mind was swimming, the people sat on the bleachers were screaming into my ear like fuzzy, TV static. But my brain dampened the noise, putting a soggy blanket over my ears. My eyelids were heavy, and the rim of my eyes were feeling warm and heavy like I was gonna cry; but I wasn't crying.

People whiz past me again, and I turn and try pushing myself to follow them. They were getting too close to the goal; I saw them rushing towards it. But for some reason my dampened ears and brain weren't letting me comprehend what was truly happening, only faintly reminding me that some of the staticky-screams were from my teammates yelling at me.

The buzzer blares, overlapping with the 'end of game' alarm that sounds right after it and I feel my shoulders slump.

3-9.

Next to me there's grumbling, a few mutters to "go after it next time" as my teammates go past me. To think I'm the captain, absolute shit.

Their condescending tones and energy are enough to shove me away, stumbling over my feet as I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe I was crying, maybe that's why the ground below me felt so unstable and blurry.

I walk over the the sidelines with my head hanging low and fists clenched as one thought echoes through me;

I want to go home.

The air in the locker room was suffocating, coach's after-game talk doing nothing more than stirring the annoyance everyone felt. His words felt like lukewarm water against my fizzling ears, skin melting away like foam. It felt as if every look, word, glance was pointed towards me, and the 'C' on my jacket burning until I felt I needed to cover it; hide it away from them all in shame.

No one spoke to me when we all poured out into the afternoon's air, the near-empty parking lot giving plenty of space for me to duck into my car without speaking a word.

****

"The Eden Hall Warriors, though nicknamed the "Mighty Ducks" are on the ice again as they face their neighboring school, the Brookefield Bears..."

The TV echoes through the living room, only a portion of the screen visible to my eye as i sink further and further into the cushions of the couch.

Scraps of food, left on my plate that now sits on the coffee table accompanied by a singular soda can. I wasn't hungry enough to finish it.