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CENTER - chapter three!

Y/n never cared about hockey. She didn’t watch it, didn’t understand the rules, and had no interest in learning. But when her dad pushed her into being the team’s manager, she didn’t really have a choice. That’s where she met a ginger-haired girl who was quiet, a little awkward, and way too easy to think about.

stayed later than i should’ve

You walked into your dad’s office, didn’t even bother with a greeting — just flopped into the chair across from his desk and let out a long sigh. He looked up from whatever paperwork he was buried in and raised an eyebrow.

“So,” he said, “how’d it go?”

You stared at the ceiling for a second before answering. “Went better than I thought.”

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Well, I didn’t hear Avanzini scream, so I assume it was.”

You cracked a tired smile. “She gave me a look like she wanted to, but I think I caught her on a good day.”

“Lucky you,” he said, half-joking. “What about Sohyun?”

“She didn’t say anything. Just looked at me like I was wasting her time, but she didn’t roll her eyes out loud, so I’ll take that as progress.”

He gave a low whistle. “Impressive.”

You nodded slowly. “The rest were fine. Kazuha, Lara, Ryujin — no issues. Megan… was quiet. But she listened.”

Your dad tilted his head, studying your face for a second. “You kept it honest?”

“I wasn’t gonna lie to them.”

“Good,” he said. “They won’t all like it, but they’ll respect it.”

You stared at your notepad resting in your lap. “I didn’t think this would feel like actual work.”

He smirked. “That’s because it is work. I told you this wasn’t just handing out water bottles.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered. “Still better than failing chem.”

“Barely.”

You rolled your eyes and let your head fall back again. “So now what?”

“Now,” he said, pushing his chair back, “you do it all again tomorrow.”

“Oh, come on,” you groaned, dropping your head back dramatically against the chair.

Your dad just shrugged like it wasn’t his problem. “You wanted those grades fixed, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t think I’d be running a whole damn team to do it,” you muttered.

“You’re not running them, you’re managing. Big difference.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.”

He leaned forward with a smirk. “Get used to it. Season’s just getting started.”

You stared at him, deadpan. “You enjoy this, don’t you?”

“Watching you actually care about something besides arguing with me? A little,” he said, flipping through another folder.

You sat there for a second, then stood up, stretching. “Fine. But I’m not wearing a whistle or yelling anything motivational.”

“Deal,” he said without looking up. “Just don’t quit halfway through.”

You walked toward the door, then paused. “…No promises.”

“Figures,” he called out as you left.

Tomorrow was gonna be hell. But for some reason, you didn’t hate it as much as you thought you would.

The hallway was quiet as you stepped out of your dad’s office. You didn’t rush. Your legs felt heavy and your brain was running through the day on a loop — each conversation, every reaction, especially the way Megan had looked at you like she was carrying something she couldn’t name.

You headed back toward the dorms, not really paying attention to your surroundings, until you heard footsteps behind you.

“Hey!”

You turned and saw Ryujin jogging lightly to catch up, bag slung over one shoulder, earbuds hanging around her neck.

She slowed down when she reached you. “You heading back?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Just finished debriefing with Coach.”

She nodded. “So how’d I do?” Her tone wasn’t sarcastic or fishing for compliments — just genuinely curious.

You gave a small shrug. “Honestly? You’re solid. You do exactly what you’re told, and you read the ice better than most.”

Ryujin gave a short laugh. “That’s the most positive feedback I’ve gotten in weeks.”

“I’m not here to tear anyone down. I just tell it like it is.”

“I respect that,” she said. “Some people come in trying to act like they know everything, even if they’ve never touched a stick in their life.”

You gave her a look. “You know I’ve never touched a stick in my life, right?”

She grinned. “Yeah. But at least you’re not pretending.”

You both walked in silence for a minute, the cold air biting a little as you neared the dorm buildings.

Ryujin slowed her pace. “By the way, Megan usually stays late after practice. Like, when no one’s around. Sometimes she just skates in circles for a while. Don’t know if it helps her or if she just doesn’t like being watched.”

You raised a brow. “Why are you telling me this?”

Ryujin shrugged. “You’re the manager now. Figured it was something you might wanna know.”

You nodded slowly. “Thanks.”

She gave you a quick wave and turned off toward her own building.

You stood there for a second longer, staring out toward the direction of the rink.

You weren’t planning on going back tonight — but now, maybe you were curious enough to try.

You tilted your head slightly, thinking about what Ryujin said. You didn’t really know why it stuck with you — maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was the way Megan looked like she was stuck in her own storm earlier. Either way, your feet started moving before you fully decided.

Quiet steps carried you down the path leading back to the rink. Most of campus had gone still — the usual post-practice buzz gone, buildings dim, only the occasional flicker of light from a dorm window or the low hum of a vending machine.

You pulled open the side door to the rink, the metal handle cold against your palm. It creaked a little as it shut behind you. Inside, the overhead lights were off, but the glow from the emergency exit signs and rink-side LEDs gave the space a soft, muted tone. Just enough to see.

And there she was.

Megan.

Skating alone. Slow, steady laps around the ice, like muscle memory was the only thing guiding her. Her posture wasn’t sharp or focused like earlier. She looked more relaxed now — not totally calm, but like she wasn’t trying to be perfect anymore.

You stayed at the edge, hands in your pockets, watching.

She didn’t notice you at first. She was too caught up in whatever world she drifted into when it was just her and the ice. You saw her mumbling something under her breath, adjusting the way she held her stick. Every few turns, she’d pause near the boards, reset, and go again.

Then, maybe on her fourth or fifth lap, she looked up — and finally saw you.

She slowed down but didn’t stop. Just coasted until she was close enough to speak.

“…Didn’t expect anyone to be here,” she said, a little breathless.

“I could say the same,” you replied.

Megan shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”

You nodded, stepping a little closer to the edge of the boards. “This a regular thing for you?”

“Sometimes,” she said. “It’s quiet. Feels easier.”

You leaned your forearms on the railing. “Easier than practice?”

She gave a short laugh. “Easier than being watched.”

You didn’t answer right away. Just let that sit for a second.

Then: “You don’t have to impress anyone, you know.”

She looked away, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. “You’re saying that now, but wait until I trip in front of the whole team again.”

You smirked. “I already saw that today.”

She looked back, a little startled.

You shrugged. “You recovered fine.”

She didn’t smile, not really, but her expression softened just a little.

“…Why are you here?” she asked quietly.

You thought for a second, then said, “I don’t know. Ryujin mentioned it. Guess I wanted to see for myself.”

Megan skated a slow arc around the near faceoff circle, then came to a stop in front of you, leaning on her stick.

“I’m not trying to be a problem,” she said suddenly. “I just—get in my own way sometimes.”

You nodded. “Yeah. I figured that out already.”

She looked up at you, almost surprised you said it so plainly.

“And I don’t think you’re a problem,” you added. “You just overthink.”

Megan looked at you for a moment longer, then nodded once.

“Thanks for not pretending otherwise,” she said.

You gave a small shrug. “I’m not great at pretending.”

A few seconds of quiet passed between you, not awkward — just calm. Then Megan looked back at the ice.

“…Wanna try skating?” she asked.

You blinked. “What?”

She pointed with her stick. “We’ve got the place to ourselves.”

You laughed. “Absolutely not.”

She smiled — for real this time.

“…Maybe another day,” you added.

She nodded. “Alright. I’ll hold you to that.”

And with that, she pushed off again, skating another slow, quiet lap. And you stayed, watching. Not because you had to. Just because you wanted to.

You stayed longer than you meant to, you didn’t notice the constant notifications from your phone either.

At first, it was just curiosity. Then it became… something else. You weren’t sure what exactly — but it wasn’t boredom. Watching Megan skate in quiet circles, stopping every so often to adjust her grip or stare at the rafters like she was trying to solve a puzzle no one else could see — it was oddly calming. Hypnotic, even.

The buzz of your phone snapped you out of it.

You checked the screen. A couple texts from Danielle asking if you were dead, the gc asking if Daniela choked you, and the time lit up right under it.

2:03 AM.

“Shit,” you muttered, straightening up from where you’d been leaning against the boards.

You glanced back out at the rink. Megan hadn’t noticed — or maybe she had and just didn’t say anything. She was still gliding along the ice, loose and quiet, like it was just her world and everything else was background noise.

You shook your head, more to yourself than anything. Who knew watching someone skate in circles could actually be… entertaining.

Reluctantly, you took a step back from the boards. “Hey,” you called, keeping your voice low.

Megan slowed to a stop and looked over, eyes a little wide like she forgot you were still there.

“I should head out,” you said, sliding your phone back in your pocket.

She nodded. “Thanks for staying.”

You shrugged. “Wasn’t exactly boring.”

Megan smiled again — a tired, honest kind of smile — and gave you a small wave as you turned toward the door.

You didn’t say anything else, but you were already thinking about tomorrow. And maybe… the next time she stayed late.

You pulled the door open and stepped back into the hallway, the heavy click of it closing behind you echoing down the empty corridor. The cold air hit harder outside the rink, sharper than it felt earlier — or maybe you’d just been too distracted to notice.

You shoved your hands into your pockets as you walked, head down, steps slow. The campus was quiet, dead quiet. Even the usual low hum of music from some upper floor dorm room or the late-night delivery guy speeding across campus was gone. Just your footsteps, your breath, and the occasional rustle of trees.

You checked your phone again. A few texts from Chaewon personally.

You didn’t respond right away.

Instead, you thought about Megan — the quiet way she moved, how focused but lost she seemed, how her eyes lit up just a little when you didn’t push too hard. And the way she smiled when you told her it wasn’t boring.

You weren’t sure what that meant. Probably nothing. You barely knew her. But you were starting to get the feeling that behind all the zoning out and quiet skating and pressure she put on herself… there was a lot going on.

And for some reason, you didn’t hate the idea of sticking around to figure it out.

When you finally got back to your dorm, Danielle was already passed out with her laptop still open, the screen lighting up half the room. You dropped your bag on your chair, changed into something warm, and slid into bed, letting the mattress swallow you whole.

You stared up at the ceiling for a while before unlocking your phone again.

You didn’t explain what that last part meant. You just sent it and put your phone face down.

It buzzed almost immediately, but you ignored it.

You weren’t sure where all of this was going, but for once, you didn’t feel like running from it.

Tomorrow, you’d deal with everything else.

Tonight, you let yourself think about the quiet girl skating in circles at 2 a.m.

And how you didn’t mind staying to watch.

long ass chapter damn.

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imma need that Megan lore whys my girl disassociating all the damn tjme 😭

I have no idea, i knew i had to include in the fic, because it happens so often 😭

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CENTER - chapter two!

Y/n never cared about hockey. She didn’t watch it, didn’t understand the rules, and had no interest in learning. But when her dad pushed her into being the team’s manager, she didn’t really have a choice. That’s where she met a ginger-haired girl who was quiet, a little awkward, and way too easy to think about.

that ginger is too quiet.

Your dad walked up to you, clipboard in hand. “So, what did you observe during drills?”

You paused for a second, arms crossed. “You want my honest take?”

He raised an eyebrow. “That is why I asked.”

You sighed. “Alright… Daniela’s hotheaded. You already know that. But she’s sharp on the rink. Quick reads, good instincts. She just needs to keep her temper in check before it costs the team a penalty.”

He nodded slowly, motioning for you to continue.

“Lara’s solid in net. Good positioning. But her reflexes could use some tightening. There were a couple shots that caught her late, and she didn’t reset fast enough after rebounds.”

Your dad made a note.

“Ryujin’s got the size and reach, she covers space well. But she hesitates when you change up the drills. Like she second-guesses herself if it’s not something she’s done a hundred times.”

“Interesting,” he said under his breath.

You kept going. “Sohyun… kind of a puck hog. Skilled, for sure, but she holds onto it too long sometimes when a pass would be cleaner.”

He let out a small breath at that one.

“Kazuha’s fast,” you said. “But not fast enough to cover as much ground as she tries to. You can tell she’s pushing herself, but she can’t be everywhere at once.”

Your dad gave you a look. “And Megan?”

You shrugged, a little caught. “She’s… hard to read. Quiet, but she zones in when the puck drops. She’s got control, but sometimes it’s like her mind’s somewhere else. A little disconnected. Still, she’s focused where it counts.”

He stared at you for a second, then gave a short nod. “Not bad.”

“Didn’t think I was paying attention, huh?”

“Didn’t think you’d notice that much,” he said.

You didn’t respond. 

“You’re gonna need a notepad,” your dad said, walking toward his office. “No way you’ll remember all that when it’s time to actually tell them.”

You followed after him, not sure if you were supposed to, but doing it anyway.

“Wait…I have to tell them those things?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

“Of course you do,” he said, dropping into his chair. “How else are they supposed to improve? Communication is key. In anything, not just hockey. I mean, you’re great at communicating how much you hate this sport, now you just have to use that same energy to tell your team where they need to improve. Simple.”

You muttered under your breath, “God fucking dammit.”

“Language. I caught that,” he said, not even looking up as he started going through a stack of papers.

You slumped into the chair across from him, rubbing your face. “And how exactly am I supposed to do that? Just walk up to them and say, ‘Hey, your reflexes suck. Try harder next time’?”

“Maybe don’t phrase it like that,” he said flatly. “You’re not here to insult them. You’re here to help.”

You stared at him. “I didn’t sign up to be a motivational speaker.”

“You didn’t sign up at all,” he reminded you, deadpan.

You didn’t argue. Mostly because he was right.

He looked up at you again. “Start with the easy stuff. Observations. Ask questions. Keep it casual. You’re not their coach, just someone with a different view of the game. They’ll either take it or leave it.”

You nodded slowly, thinking it over. “So basically, I point things out and hope they don’t hate me for it.”

“Exactly,” he said, already back to flipping through his notes.

You sighed, leaning back in the chair. “Great. Can’t wait.”

Now, you were slumped on your bed with your notepad and pen in hand, trying to wrap your head around managing a team you barely understood.

“Okay,” you said, sighing. “What do I need to know about the players? Like, who’s easy to handle, who’s a pain?”

Chaewon shook her head, running a hand through her hair. “Look, I’m gonna be real with you. Daniela and Sohyun? They do not take criticism well. I learned that the hard way.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Hard way?”

Chaewon nodded, a little grim. “Daniela’s got this fire in her, she’s one of the best on the rink, no question. But if you tell her something she doesn’t wanna hear? She gets defensive fast. Like, full-on stubborn and ready to argue you down. You have to pick your moments carefully, or it’ll blow up. And Sohyun… she’s the same, but more in her own way.”

“How so?”

“Sohyun’s skilled, but she can get really touchy about being told how to play. She’s got this attitude where she thinks she knows better than anyone else, even when she doesn’t. So when you try to give her feedback, she might act like she’s listening, but she’s really just waiting for you to finish so she can do whatever she wants anyway.”

You let that sink in. “Great. So two of the main players will probably hate me from day one.”

Chaewon laughed, a little bitter. “Welcome to managing. But it’s not all bad. You just gotta be firm but smart about it. And the others?”

You nodded, eager for the rest.

“Ryujin’s chill. She listens, takes what you say, and actually works on it without complaining. Lara’s the same, solid goalie, listens well. Kazuha’s a bit stubborn sometimes, but she’ll do what you say as long as it makes sense to her.”

You flipped your notepad open, writing it down.

“What about Megan?” you asked, lowering your voice a bit.

Chaewon sighed. “Megan’s a whole other story. She tries really hard to get things right the first time. When she messes up, she gets stuck in her own head and it just spirals. You have to keep reminding her that nobody’s perfect and that she doesn’t need to get it right every time, just show progress. Patience is key with her, without it, she’ll shut down or get frustrated.”

You nodded slowly, feeling the weight of it all. Managing wasn’t just about keeping track of schedules and gear, it was dealing with all these different personalities, moods, and egos.

Chaewon gave you a look. “Just don’t let Daniela and Sohyun get to you. They’re tough, but if you can handle them, the rest is easier.”

You rubbed your temples. “Yeah, no pressure.”

Chaewon was so wrong.

Daniela already looked pissed to be there. No idea what happened, but you overheard something about her getting into a physical fight with some girl named Minjeong. Yeah, that was gonna be a tough conversation, you figured.

And Sohyun? She pretty much rolled her eyes every time someone even breathed near her.

Then there was Megan, the tall, ginger-haired girl who looked like she was fighting a war inside her head.

How the hell were you supposed to survive this?

So you decided to start with the easy ones: Kazuha, Lara, and Ryujin.

You turned your notepad over in your hand, staring at the next few names you hadn’t crossed off. The easy ones were done. Kazuha had been polite and to the point. Lara gave short but clear responses. Ryujin was receptive without overthinking it. You could work with that.

But now came the part you were dreading.

Sohyun was sitting on the far end of the bleachers, earbuds in, chewing gum like she had better places to be, which, to be fair, she probably believed. You walked over anyway.

“Hey,” you said, not too loud.

She didn’t look up. Just popped her gum.

You tried again. “Sohyun.”

Finally, she pulled out one earbud and gave you a look that landed somewhere between boredom and mild irritation.

“I just wanted to give you some quick feedback,” you started. “You’ve got solid control with the puck. No one’s denying that. But you hold on a little too long sometimes. There were a few plays today where a clean pass would’ve worked better.”

She didn’t respond right away, just raised an eyebrow slightly, like she was waiting to see how serious you were.

“I’m not saying stop playing aggressive,” you added. “Just trust your teammates a little more.”

Sohyun shrugged, put her earbud back in, and didn’t say anything.

You stood there for another second, then turned and walked off. Not hostile, you told yourself. Just… not interested in being told anything. You made a note to keep things short with her from now on, if she wanted to listen, she would.

You took a breath and looked across the rink. Daniela was off to the side, half-sitting on the boards, arms crossed, clearly in her own world. She wasn’t talking to anyone. You had no idea what was going on in her head, and honestly, you didn’t really want to find out.

Still, you walked over.

“Hey,” you said, keeping your tone even.

She turned her head toward you slowly, like she already didn’t like where this was going.

“I just wanted to check in. You’re fast, sharp, and probably the most aggressive out there, which works for you. But it feels like your energy’s all over the place right now.”

She gave you a look. Not exactly hostile, more like who do you think you are?

You pressed on. “I’m not telling you to dial it back. I’m saying… try to channel it. Use it where it counts. That’s what makes the difference.”

For a second, you weren’t sure she was going to say anything at all.

Then: “Noted,” she said flatly, hopping off the boards and walking away without waiting for a response.

You didn’t take it personally. At least she didn’t blow up on you. That was probably a win.

Which left… Megan.

She was by herself, slowly taking her skates off near the edge of the rink. Everyone else had already cleared out or moved toward the locker room. You hovered for a second, watching her quietly. She looked tired, not physically, but mentally. Like her brain hadn’t stopped spinning since practice started.

You walked over and crouched a little beside her.

“Hey.”

She glanced up, startled, then gave a small nod. “Hi.”

“I just wanted to say… I watched you out there today. You’ve got great control when you’re in the zone. Like, it’s obvious you know what you’re doing.”

Her eyes flicked toward you and then back to her skate laces.

“But I also noticed you put a lot of pressure on yourself. Like if something doesn’t go exactly right, it throws you off.”

She didn’t say anything, just stared down at her hands.

“I’m not here to criticize you,” you said, a little softer. “Just… if something goes wrong, shake it off. You’re good. Seriously. You don’t need to be perfect. You just need to keep going.”

She finally looked at you, and even though she didn’t say much, there was a flicker of something in her expression, like maybe she needed to hear that.

“…Okay,” she said quietly. “Thanks.”

You stood up and gave her a small nod, then turned to leave. She didn’t stop you, but you felt her eyes follow you as you walked away.

You crossed the last name off your notepad and let out a long breath. Day one, and this already felt like a full-time job.

How the hell am I gonna keep this up all season?

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CENTER - chapter one!

Y/n never cared about hockey. She didn’t watch it, didn’t understand the rules, and had no interest in learning. But when her dad pushed her into being the team’s manager, she didn’t really have a choice. That’s where she met a ginger-haired girl who was quiet, a little awkward, and way too easy to think about.

what the fuck?

You couldn’t give a shit about hockey. Your dad wouldn’t shut up about it. Granted, he was the coach of the girls’ hockey team at your college, but it was exhausting hearing him lose his mind over some play before you were even awake. Like, you’d be barely getting out of bed and he’d be yelling, “She threaded the needle with a pass to the open forward, who then sniped the puck top shelf!” slamming the fucking table like it was the Olympics. What even is a snipe?

You watched a few games, not by choice. Your dad forced you, obviously. But no matter how many you sat through, it never clicked. You didn’t care about plays, zones, or whatever the fuck a power play was. Still, he kept asking you, begging you, to be the team’s manager. Every single time, you said no. Repeatedly. You even tried the “responsible student” excuse and said, “It’s going to get in the way of my major,” just to dodge the conversation. You couldn’t bring yourself to say you just didn’t give a shit, not to your dad.

Couldn’t the assistant coach just do it? Apparently not. According to your dad, the last manager had to quit because he didn’t want them dating players. That manager was your friend Chaewon, who just so happened to be dating Kazuha, the midfielder. Chaewon used to talk your ear off about how fun it was being manager, but made it clear she loved Kazuha more. She’d ramble about plays, players, the drama, everything. Thanks to her (and your dad), you at least knew their names.

Lara Raj — goalie. Shin Ryujin — left defense. Park Sohyun — right wing. Daniela Avanzini — captain, left wing, and known campus fuckboy. Or fuckgirl. Whatever. And then there was Megan Skiendiel, the center. According to Chaewon, she’s new to the team. Awkward. Quiet. A little too quiet. But when she’s on the ice? Completely different. She zones out, plays like hell, then dissociates so hard she sometimes crashes into her own teammates. Still… she’s kind of cute. You’d said that out loud once, but who cares? It’s not like you were ever going to be their manager.

Yeah. Funny fucking joke, Y/N.

Because next thing you know, your dad comes to you basically saying, “You NEED to be the manager.”No asking. Just telling. Apparently, you were slipping in a few classes, and some “charity work” like managing the team would help you get back on track.

So here you are. The goddamn manager of the girls’ hockey team.

FUCK. MY. LIFE.

Right now, your dad was walking you through what a team manager actually does. You were in his office, slouched in the chair, zoning in and out while he talked. You caught bits and pieces, something about helping organize equipment, tracking player stats, maybe booking buses, but most of it blurred together.

“Hey! You need to know this stuff. Do you want your grades to be good or not?” your dad said, snapping you out of it.

You groaned. “Dad, why? Can’t I just ask my professor for extra credit or something?”

“Why would you want to do that when you could work for the best damn team in the state?” he said, like that was some kind of convincing argument.

“I wouldn’t say the best…”

“Y/N!” he scolded.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, spinning lazily in the chair. “But you know I don’t like sports. At all.”

“Y/N, focus.” He leaned forward. “If I say, ‘They’ve got player power for two minutes, time to capitalize,’ what does that mean?”

You blinked at him. “Uhhh…”

“Come on, sweetheart. This is basic terminology.”

Before you could answer, the office door swung open, papers flying everywhere.

“Skiendiel,” your dad said, already tired. “How many times do I have to tell you to knock?”

“Sorry, Coach. I keep forgetting,” she said, brushing some hair behind her ear. “Zuha’s asking for you. Assistant coach isn’t here and she needs someone to run drills.”

Megan barely even noticed you were sitting there. But you noticed her. The way she played with her fingers when she talked, the way she bit her lip right after. You caught yourself almost smiling before you shook it off.

Your dad nodded. “Tell Nakamura I’ll be out in a minute.”

She nodded and left.

“She didn’t even see me sitting here,” you muttered.

“Yep, that’s Megan for you. Good kid, but she dissociates a lot.”

“Yeah… so I’ve heard,” you said, eyes still on the door.

“Come on. If you’re gonna be the manager, you might as well watch them practice,” your dad said.

You sighed and followed him out to the rink.

The first thing you saw was Daniela and Kazuha arguing, voices raised as they went back and forth over something. You caught the end of it, nothing specific, just frustration and attitude.

Your dad stopped and let out a sharp breath before yelling, “Avanzini! How many times do I have to tell you to stop picking fights with your teammates?”

Daniela turned toward him like he’d just insulted her personally. “It wasn’t my fault this time!” she shouted back.

Your dad gave her a look but didn’t bother arguing. He just muttered something under his breath and kept walking, waving for you to follow. You stayed a few steps behind, watching the team move around the ice. Some were skating laps, a few stretching by the benches, others just messing around with pucks.

You spotted Lara in the net, lazily bouncing a puck off her glove. Ryujin passed it to her and said something you couldn’t hear, but it made Lara laugh.

Kazuha had already skated off toward the far end of the rink, clearly done with the argument. Daniela, still fuming, was talking to Sohyun now, probably still venting.

Your dad climbed into the box and started shouting instructions to the team, shifting into coach mode like it was second nature. You stood off to the side, arms crossed, not exactly sure what you were supposed to be doing yet.

Then your eyes landed on Megan.

She was by herself near center ice, tapping her stick against the ground in a steady rhythm. Not talking to anyone, not paying attention to the yelling, just in her own world.

Again.

You watched her skate a short loop, fumble a turn, then catch herself and go right back to it like nothing happened. She looked focused, but not present. Like she was there, but her head was somewhere else.

Your dad blew the whistle. “Let’s run the power play drill! Skiendiel, center! Nakamura, left, Park, right!”

Megan skated into position, still quiet, still locked in. You weren’t sure why, but your attention stayed on her a little longer than it should have.

After practice, your dad called the team over and motioned for you to stand beside him.

“Alright, everyone. This is my daughter. She’s your new team manager,” he said.

Most of the girls looked at you with some mix of curiosity and half-interest. Daniela smirked, clearly sizing you up. Before she could say anything, Lara nudged her and muttered, “Off limits.”

You let out a short laugh, or maybe it was a scoff, but you didn’t say anything.

“Welcome to the team,” Kazuha said with a small smile. Ryujin and Sohyun gave you polite nods.

The only one who didn’t say anything was Megan.

She was standing toward the back, staring, not in a weird way, just… quietly. Like she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to say something or just keep looking. It wasn’t obvious to anyone else, but you noticed.

“She’s going to be around all the time,” your dad said. “And just a reminder, I don’t tolerate dating between players and staff. Not that it should be an issue, since my daughter has zero interest in hockey. Right, Y/N?”

You gave him a look. “Way to call me out,” you muttered.

A few of the girls chuckled quietly. Your dad didn’t notice, or ignored it, already moving on to talk about the next practice schedule.

You stood off to the side as the team started to break off into smaller groups, grabbing their gear or heading for the locker room. Daniela walked past you first, giving you one more once-over before disappearing down the hall with Lara right behind her.

Kazuha gave you another polite smile as she left. Ryujin and Sohyun followed, still mid-conversation.

Then there was Megan.

She lingered by the bench, adjusting her gloves slower than necessary, glancing your way more than once. She didn’t say anything, not right away, just looked like she was debating whether or not to.

You raised an eyebrow slightly. “You good?”

Her eyes widened for half a second, like you caught her off guard. “Uh…yeah. Sorry,” she said quickly, finally taking a step toward the locker room.

She walked off without another word, but her ears were definitely red.

You shook your head a little. Weird team.

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IM SO EXCITED FOR HOCKEY MEGAN

First chapter out in few minutes i promise

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CENTER — profile 2!

y/n l/n ࿐THEy/nl/nnn , strapwarrior02

Y/N is quiet until she’s not. She pays attention to everything, even when she pretends she doesn’t. As the team’s manager, she’s reliable and sharp, but emotionally? A mess. She overthinks, shuts down, and pushes people away when things get too real, but she cares, maybe too much.

kim chaewon ࿐_chaechae , cuntybob

Chaewon’s blunt, nosy, and always two steps ahead of everyone else. She’s the type to push you into fixing your mess and won’t sugarcoat anything, even if it stings. Still, she means well and somehow always ends up being the one you go to when things fall apart.

daniella marsh ࿐missmarsh

Danielle’s straightforward and no-nonsense. She keeps her own life separate, doesn’t sugarcoat things, and can call you out when you need it. Loyal in her own way, but not one for drama or playing the hero.

hanni pham ࿐hanniphm , mrs.marsh

Hanni’s quiet but steady, the kind of person who’s easy to rely on. She’s low-key supportive without being overbearing, keeps things simple, and knows how to hold her ground. Doesn’t need to be the center of attention but makes a solid presence in anyone’s life.

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CENTER, — profile 1!

megan skiendiel ࿐meiyokskeindiel , iammegatron

Megan’s awkward, talks too fast when she’s nervous, and never really knows what to do with her hands. She’s clumsy with her feelings but means every word. Loyal to a fault, terrible at confrontation, and tries to fix everything with a joke or a crooked smile.

daniela avanzini ࿐avanziniiii , fuckboy

Daniela’s the type to roll her eyes before giving you advice you actually need, and she’s always the first to call someone out, especially when it comes to feelings people are too scared to admit. She’s loyal, sharp, and always watching, even when it seems like she isn’t.

lara rajagopalan ࿐Rajaaa , canuhandleme?

Lara’s the quiet type until she has something important to say, and when she does, it hits. She’s protective of her friends, especially Megan, and while she jokes around a lot, she’s the one people go to when things get too heavy.

park sohyun ࿐parksohyun , whynobodygaf

Sohyun is blunt, and levelheaded. She’s the one who calls people out when no one else will but does it because she cares. She’s dependable in high-stress situations and tends to take on a quiet leadership role.

manon bannerman ࿐meretbannerman , penutbuterlover

Manon’s chill and low-key funny, the kind of person who rolls with whatever and doesn’t make a big deal out of stuff. She’s reliable when it counts and can read a room better than most, but she keeps her distance until she trusts you.

Shin Ryujin ࿐Shinn , girlslikeme

Ryujin keeps to herself most of the time but always shows up when it counts. She’s observant, sharp, and says more with her expressions than her words. She might not be the loudest in the room, but the team respects her because she’s reliable and consistent.

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─♢♢CENTER, MEGAN SKIENDIEL

Y/n never cared about hockey. She didn’t watch it, didn’t understand the rules, and had no interest in learning. But when her dad pushed her into being the team’s manager, she didn’t really have a choice. That’s where she met a ginger-haired girl who was quiet, a little awkward, and way too easy to think about.

tags♢ smau but not a smau? real life, fluff, angst, comfort, hockey!Megan x fem!reader, not serious, people being losers, language, slightly suggestive themes, college! au, cringy maybe, MEGAN IS A LOSER, y/n can be a little annoying at times

featuring♢ katseye, le sserafim, njz, tripleS, Itzy, etc…

pairing♢ LOSER!megan skiendiel x fem!reader

status♢ ongoing 

notes♢ this au was made out of complete boredom and interest, and absolutely does not portray or represent how the actual people being mentioned/used in this series, nor are the photos of y/n are what she looks like, no details about y/n but gender pronouns will be mentioned.

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PROFILES 

HOCKEY BOYZ😈😈🥶🥶🥶🔥

the gaysft(Hanni)

01. what the fuck?

02. the ginger is too quiet.

03. i stayed later than i should’ve

guess whose back writing anther smau(?) even tho she didn’t finish the first one 😝

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SANA THIS IS FOR, 2025

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I think me making Daniela a loser in my fic, is the best thing ever, not accurate but very fun to write as I am a loser too 🙂‍↕️

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Hi! I just wanted to say I love your Dani fic so much and I’m so excited for what comes next 🫶

Also Yoonchae was so funny in the recent chapters 😭

thank you so much, I wanted to make Yoonchae extra sassy 😭💗

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LOVE NOTES - chapter five!

Daniela Avanzini had a quiet crush on a girl in her physics class. She watched her a little too long sometimes, just enough to notice the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was focused. Eventually, Daniela started leaving her notes. Small ones. Just a line or two, folded neatly and tucked inside her textbook or slipped under her calculator. What she didn’t know was the girl already had a girlfriend.

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The group had piled into the car, energy buzzing, perfume in the air, and someone already queuing up the playlist before the doors even shut.

Yunjin was reapplying her lip gloss in the passenger seat, Rosé was fighting with the aux cord, and Giselle was halfway through a story about someone she swore she wasn’t arguing with (but definitely was).

Y/N turned from the backseat, leaned forward between the seats, and tapped Keeho on the shoulder.

“Hey. You’re the designated driver tonight.”

Keeho raised a brow, glancing at her through the rearview. “Says who?”

“Says me,” Y/N replied, sitting back like that was law. “That’s the end of the debate.”

Keeho scoffed. “Wow. Dictatorship in this vehicle.”

“You volunteered by breathing,” Giselle added, casually putting her phone in the cup holder.

“I did not—”

Yunjin cut in. “You also wore that blazer. That’s responsible adult behavior. You did this to yourself.”

“God forbid I have taste,” Keeho muttered.

“God forbid you let us get kicked out for disorderly conduct,” Rosé said, finally fixing the aux and blasting music like she hadn’t just said something shady.

Keeho sighed dramatically, turning on the engine. “Fine. But someone’s paying for my boba tomorrow. I demand compensation.”

“I’ll buy you a whole gallon of brown sugar milk tea,” Y/N said, smirking. “Drive, chauffeur.”

“You’re all ungrateful,” Keeho grumbled as they pulled out of the lot.

The elevator doors opened and the five of you stepped out, heels clicking against the smooth floor as you made your way toward your reserved table near the edge of the rooftop. The lighting was warm, the city skyline sharp behind glass railings.

You barely noticed the other group until you were almost past them, then you caught the back of someone’s head, and Giselle stopped short.

“Wait,” she said, turning. “Yoonchae?”

Yoonchae was already standing, smiling. She stepped forward and pulled both Giselle and Yunjin into a hug.

“Omg, Yoonchae, look at you and your suit,” Giselle said, stepping back to take it in.

“Yeah,” Yoonchae said casually. “We all kind of matched tonight.”

She gestured back toward her table.

You scanned the group slowly, eyes flicking from face to face until they landed on her.

Daniela.

She was laughing at something one of them had said, her shoulders slightly leaned back, hand over her mouth. It was quick, but enough for you to notice the little things. The way her eyes narrowed when she smiled. Her dimples. A couple beauty marks you hadn’t seen up close before.

You looked away fast.

Stared forward. Sat down at your table like nothing had happened, but your chest felt tight, like you’d seen something you weren’t supposed to. You didn’t even know why.

It was just a girl in a suit.

But somehow, that was enough.

You sat down stiffly, eyes glued to the menu like you were actually reading it. You weren’t.

Your brain was still stuck on Daniela, her laugh, her suit, the way she looked without even trying to.

Across from you, Rosé narrowed her eyes.

She leaned in slightly, head tilted. “Okay… why do you look like you’ve just seen your ex, a ghost, or both?”

You didn’t answer right away.

Yunjin looked up from her drink. “What’s up with you?”

Giselle followed your line of sight, subtle but not subtle enough.

That’s when Rosé’s eyes shifted to the table behind you, where the suits were gathered—and clicked.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Is that weird stare girl?”

You blinked, snapped your head toward her. “Don’t call her that.”

Everyone at the table went silent for a beat.

Yunjin raised a brow. “Oh?”

Giselle smirked behind her glass.

Rosé sat back, arms crossed. “You defended her AGAIN. You never defend weird people twice.”

You looked down at your water. “She’s not weird.”

“Okay, so when she stared at you for a full week and then gave you the most half-assed apology ever… that was what? Flirting?” Rosé asked.

You said nothing.

Yunjin leaned in. “Wait. Hold on. Are you into weird stare girl?”

Your silence spoke louder than any answer, you were going to say something but Keeho cut you off.

“Uhh… you guys,” Keeho said, low, poking at Giselle’s arm without looking away.

Everyone turned to him.

He didn’t move, just kept staring past the table, eyes locked on something.

“Bro, what—” Yunjin started, but then she followed his line of sight.

Her mouth shut.

Giselle’s face dropped its smile. Her whole posture shifted, sharp and still.

You looked last.

It was Jennie.

Standing near the bar, laughing, smiling, with a girl you didn’t recognize. Hand lightly resting on the other girl’s arm like it belonged there.

Your stomach twisted.

Giselle’s jaw tightened. Rosé leaned back slightly in her seat.

“Well,” Rosé muttered, eyes still on them, “looks like she’s getting real friendly with some girl we’ve never seen before.”

No one said anything for a second.

Your eyes flickered, like you weren’t sure where to land, on Jennie, the stranger next to her, or anywhere else that didn’t make your chest feel like it was caving in.

Jennie didn’t look your way. Didn’t even flinch.

It was like you weren’t there.

And that hurt more than anything she could’ve said.

“She didn’t even tell me she had plans,” you said quietly, eyes fixed on the menu in front of you even though you weren’t reading a single word. “Didn’t even wanna invite me.”

Your voice wasn’t angry. Just flat. Tired.

No one rushed to fill the silence this time.

Giselle was still staring over at Jennie, arms crossed now. Yunjin leaned forward slightly like she was waiting for the green light to go off. Rosé’s expression had shifted.

Keeho sighed, pushing his drink away. “That’s foul.”

“She knew you were coming here,” Giselle said. “She just didn’t care.”

You didn’t say anything.

Your fingers curled slightly under the edge of the table, pressing into the fabric of your dress.

Rosé reached out, resting her hand on your arm. “You’re not crazy for being upset.”

“I’m not upset,” you muttered, but your voice cracked on the last word.

Yunjin let out a quiet breath. “She wanted you to see her. That’s the whole point of showing up like that with some random girl.”

“And she still couldn’t bother to say a word to you,” Keeho added.

You just kept looking down, jaw tight.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or scream or disappear completely. All you knew was—

you were done pretending it didn’t hurt.

You exhaled hard and stood up from your seat.

“Woah, woah, where are you going?” Yunjin said, standing up right after you, hand lightly on your arm.

“I’m going over there,” you said, steady but tense. “I’m done letting her get away with everything just because I’m too scared to argue.”

“Babe, that’s not the best idea right now. Not here,” Giselle said, trying to meet your eyes.

Keeho added, “She’s right. If you talk to her now, she’s gonna cause a scene. I promise you.”

You shook your head. “I don’t care.”

And before any of them could stop you, you turned and walked straight across the rooftop.

Rosé groaned behind you, under her breath. “Oh shit.”

Jennie was laughing at something the girl next to her said when you tapped her shoulder.

She turned around. Her smile dropped instantly.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, eyes narrowing.

You ignored the question. “I could ask you the same thing. But right now, we need to talk.” You glanced at the girl behind her. “In private.”

Jennie rolled her eyes. “Seriously?” But she turned to her company anyway. “I’ll be right back.”

You led her toward the far end of the rooftop, behind a support column, where no one was nearby.

You stopped, turned to face her.

“Why do you do this to me?” you asked.

Jennie crossed her arms. “Do what?”

“This,” you said, motioning with your hands. “You get mad at me over some dumb anonymous note, you put your hands on me, and now you show up here with some girl like you didn’t know I’d be here, like it wouldn’t matter if I saw.”

Jennie laughed under her breath, but there was no humor in it. “You’re acting like I planned this whole thing around you. You’re not that important.”

That hit, but you swallowed it.

“You choked me, Jennie,” you said. Quiet but clear. “And you didn’t even say sorry. You just flipped it on me.”

Jennie tilted her head, voice sharp. “Because you hid the note from me.”

“Because I was scared,” you said, voice breaking just a little. “I didn’t know how you’d react. And guess what? I was right.”

She stepped in closer. “You wanna talk about scared? Try being with someone who always needs to be babied. You don’t speak up, you don’t push back, and then when I do, suddenly I’m the monster?”

Your chest tightened.

Jennie kept going.

“You never actually communicate. You just let things slide, then bottle it all up and cry later like you didn’t have a choice.”

You flinched.

“And that night? Yeah. I was pissed. You were acting sketchy. You looked guilty. So yeah, I reacted. But you make it sound like I’m some abuser.”

Your mouth opened slightly, but nothing came out.

Jennie stared at you. “You are exhausting sometimes. Everything’s dramatic with you. One little problem and suddenly it’s the end of the world.”

“I never said that,” you whispered.

“You didn’t have to.”

She took a breath, then added, “And yeah, I’ve been talking to other people. What did you expect? You barely touch me anymore. You don’t even look at me the same.”

The air left your lungs.

You looked at her, really looked, and realized how far gone she was from the version of her you used to defend.

And maybe… how far gone you were, too.

You didn’t cry. Not yet. Just stood there, stomach heavy, hands clenched.

Jennie looked at you like she was done.

You didn’t move. You couldn’t.

Until a voice came from behind you.

“Hey.” Steady. Firm.

Giselle.

She was standing a few feet away, not barging in—just there. Watching. Making sure you weren’t alone.

Jennie scoffed. “Of course.”

But you didn’t look at her anymore.

You turned away from Jennie and walked back toward Giselle.

And this time, you didn’t look back.

Giselle didn’t say anything when you reached her. She just moved slightly to the side, giving you space to walk beside her, then matched your pace as you both headed back toward the others.

Your eyes were burning, but you didn’t let anything fall. Not here. Not in front of her.

Not after that.

The music was louder now, or maybe it just felt that way. The air felt heavier too, thick with everything you couldn’t say back there. You kept your head down until you reached your table again, sliding back into your seat like your legs were barely holding you up.

No one said anything at first. Yunjin glanced at you, jaw tight. Rosé was already pulling your glass toward her to refill it, but her eyes were locked in the direction you came from.

Keeho looked like he wanted to fight someone. Giselle just sat beside you again and said nothing, gently placing her hand on your back. No pressure. Just steady.

“She’s really the worst,” Rosé finally said.

You gave a weak breath of a laugh, shaking your head. “She doesn’t even think she did anything wrong.”

“Of course not,” Keeho muttered. “People like her never do. They flip everything and make you feel crazy for reacting.”

“She said I was exhausting,” you said quietly. “That I don’t communicate. That I make everything dramatic.”

“She projected every single one of her flaws onto you,” Giselle said calmly. “You do realize that, right?”

You shrugged, but your chest tightened again.

Yunjin leaned in. “Hey. That wasn’t your fault. None of it. You didn’t make her grab you. You didn’t make her cheat. She did all of that on her own.”

You nodded. Slowly. But you didn’t say anything. You weren’t ready.

Rosé sat back. “Honestly? Good riddance. Now you can finally stop wasting time on someone who can’t even take accountability.”

You glanced across the rooftop again, just once, eyes flickering past the crowd.

Jennie was back at the bar, fake laughing again like nothing just happened.

But you weren’t watching her anymore.

Your eyes landed on the table behind hers.

Daniela.

She wasn’t laughing now. Just sitting still, eyes on you. Not in a creepy way. Just… watching.

Like she’d seen more than you realized.

And this time, when your eyes met, you didn’t look away.

You didn’t smile. Neither did she.

But something between you felt quiet. Solid. Not loud like Jennie. Not cruel.

Just… there.

Present.

Rosé glanced over at where your eyes were fixed and smirked.

“Maybe you should go talk to creepy stare girl,” she teased.

Giselle snorted softly.

“Maybe this time she’ll give you a real apology.”

Yunjin laughed and nudged you gently.

“Do it after we finish our food. Then we can go mingle with the hot women and men.”

You rolled your eyes but felt a small smile tug at your lips.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll think about it.”

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