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SILVER SPRINGS | jack hughes
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Ongoing, First published Aug 01, 2023
Mature
❛𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙

       𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪.❜




( jack hughes x female oc ) 

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29 parts Ongoing Mature

Once the golden boy of the New Jersey Devils, he now walks a thin line between expectation and exhaustion. After back-to-back seasons marred by injury, he's not just losing games-he's unraveling. Confidence bleeds between shifts. Joy slips through his fingers like melted ice. He's tasted victory, stood centre ice with a city on his shoulders, felt the roar of an arena chanting his name. But lately, it's the silence that echoes-between games, between goals, after every rehab session. And then-he sees her. Alexa Lilliana Ignacio. Athletic Therapy student. Luke Hughes' best friend. And possibly the most infuriating girl Jack has ever met. She's lightning in a bottle. Brutal honesty wrapped in soft laughter. Clumsy, beautiful, guarded. She doesn't chase stars-she builds her own constellations. Jack? He's barely a blip in her orbit... which might be why she's the only person who's felt real in a long time. She's not here for fame or its casualties. But fate? It doesn't ask for permission. It starts with a stolen glance on the Jumbotron-her face lighting up the screen, stealing the breath from a thousand throats, including his. Then comes a second encounter. Then a third. She sees him-not the name, not the number. Him. And in a world where he's measured by stats and seconds, that means everything. But she's got her own game to win. Her own future to fight for. When she starts pulling away-missing hangouts, dodging texts, hiding behind "busy"-Jack notices. He misses the chaos. Misses her. Because no matter how perfect his life looks from the outside, it's her-sharp-tongued, emotionally guarded, and secretly kind-who makes him feel alive. It starts the way most storms do: quietly. With a glance, a smirk, a shared inside joke. And maybe the best plays of all? Aren't in the playbook.