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Okay, quick poll (because I need some motivation and want to see).

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I KNOW this isn’t hockey or JHughes, but I need you all to hear the glorious lacrosse announcing (they announce college men’s too, so if you look at my other posts on the commentary of lacrosse these are the same guys). A LITTLE HOT SAUCE ON THAT ONE. KEEP IT SPICY CHRIS BABY

I’m also imagining the Hughes brothers as lacrosse players. There are a TON of brothers in the league and in college (see the Kavanagh’s and the Kirst’s). Jack would obviously be an attack man, but I can see a-mid or shortie. Luke would be that d-pole that always goes coast to coast and can yard sale all day. Quinn is harder, but I think he’d be a d-mid or honestly just a mid with a shortie but can play on the face off with a d-pole.

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Coming Home Soon - High June

This is the lyric fanfiction for Jack Hughes that’s been living in my brain. This is like, part one I guess?? It’s a very long song so I feel like I can break up the parts. Let me know what you think of it. Or if you have ideas. Or requests. I like getting requests, they help me get a writing flow.

Enjoy!

Drunk as hell, by myself

 

You've known Jack since he moved in next door years ago. You were freshly 16, just got your license, and felt like you were on top of the world. Then, by either the grace of God or sent straight from hell, a family with three boys were next door. All loud, all athletic and competitive, with gear that could cost more than any college you dreamed of going to in two years. You were lanky, mostly legs, but you used that to your advantage in the sports you did play. Mainly, it was lacrosse. Summers filled with sweltering tournaments, feeling like you were getting frost bite in the spring high school season when it snowed during games and being a spring sport felt like a sick twisted joke.

 

In a dark-lit room

 

Quinn was the nicest of the three boys. You saw him more around the high school you went to, shared one or two classes with him. Luke, the youngest, was shy around you, barely making eye contact. Jack on the other hand, the middle boy of the Hughes', was more of the firecracker. He would be cold one second, warm the next. You would chalk that up to either hormones or middle child syndrome, raising your brows unimpressed when he tried (and failed) to chirp you to get under your skin. Maybe that was why you gravitated towards him, because he was a mixed bag, because he was fun.

 

I'm high out my mind, I said I'd be fine

 

Jack was a grade level behind you, so he would ask for help with his homework from you and not his older brother. Instead of thinking anything of it, you would agree, even if Quinn was probably smarter than you were at some of the subjects Jack decidedly needed help with. You were always oblivious, the idea of him having a crush on you never crossed your mind. It just wasn't something on your radar. You liked being friends with Jack, it was easy. You two fell into a rhythm, and it was not uncommon for either of you to be at the other's house on any given day when you had free time to the point you could walk into the Hughes household unannounced and drop your bag like you lived there as well. Quinn enjoyed having you around and Luke started making conversation with you as well, not as shy around you anymore.

 

If she comes home soon

 

Jack would try to teach you how to take a slap shot in their garage. You would try to teach him how to pass and catch with you, because having a partner was decidedly more fun than using a wall or rebounder to work on stick skills even if they couldn’t catch all that well. Jack would chirp when you would mess up a shot or whiff it entirely. You would chirp jack when your back-up stick acted more as a racquet instead of a net when he tried to catch and then again when he would pass with enough force for it to be considered a shot. You both would talk about what you wanted, him talking about the NHL, being like Quinn and playing for the development team, you talking about playing lacrosse in college, hopefully going division I, how your dream schools were UNC and Maryland. You both would tell the other that those dreams weren't out of reach.

 

She does what she wants

In the evenings then said that she's sleeping

 

Rumors tended to go around at school about the two of you. Mostly that you both were dating, which wasn't true. For some reason, though, Jack would get mad about those rumors, acting colder than usual towards you. Which wouldn't have normally bothered you, but you were 16, had self-image issues, and it hurt just a little more than you were ever willing to admit. Because maybe you did have a crush on the middle Hughes brother, if you could call it that. You felt butterflies more often when you caught him looking at you in the hall, or at lunch, or when you both hung out in your free time. Still, he was obviously bothered by rumors that you both were seeing each other, so you never brought it up, never revealed anything on how you really felt.

 

Well I guess, oh I guess that I'll just leave her alone

 

Mayb all of that was why you both drifted by the end of the school year. Not because you were busy with your lacrosse schedule and he was busy with the end of his hockey season. Quinn was also going to the University of Michigan that coming fall, so you could also say "oh, no, I'm letting him spend time with his college bound brother". Yeah, that was easier than saying "I think he actually hates me because for some reason those rumors that went around about us dating made him really distant and I really hate it."

 

What are you thinking

Just give me your reasons

 

Jack did catch you one day. It was a Saturday, you were in your backyard taking shot on your goal from a makeshift 8 meter arc made of a mix of very faded spray paint and a few well-placed cones. Neither of you had spoken for a full week. Instead of talking to him, or at least trying to start a conversation over text or in person, you avoided it, not going next door, not offering a ride to school. You just got a sick bar down power shot on cage when Jack cleared his throat behind you.

 

"Impressive," he mused, arms folded across his chest. He was wearing a Toronto Maple Leaf's shirt, shorts, and a backwards baseball hat. "I could that in my sleep."

 

You turned, brows raised unimpressed, "I'm sure, J," you replied. Then you picked up another ball, "with a twig, yeah, but I don't think you could with a lacrosse stick."

 

Jack eyed your stick, then you, then the goal, then your stick again before stepping forward with a hand out. "I got this," he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

 

You handed him the stick, ball included, "whatever you say."

 

Jack Hughes, in all his athletic 5'8" glory,  lined himself up at the makeshift 8 meter arc. You watched as he lined himself up very similar to how you did. It became very obvious that he did pay attention when he watched you practice your power shots. From how his feet were set, his hips, to how he held the stick and dangled it behind himself. He took a gallop forward, hips and shoulders rotating, moving to shot and release the ball… only to whiff the goal. Spectacularly. Sailing far off into a neighbor's backyard.

 

You gave him a slow clap as you watched the ball sail.

 

"Wow," you tried to hide your laugh, "that was impressive, J."

His head was hung back, a groan escaping his lips. “You make it look easy.”

“I mean,” you shrugged, “you make hockey look easy and I still can’t keep my balance on skates.”

“I’m sorry,” his voice was softer, “for, uh, being weird.”

You looked at him, head tilted slightly before shaking it, “oh, no, it’s fine, I guess.”

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Wow they look so good here 🫣

Literally though who released the ghosts

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I’m thinking about writing a song fanfic that’s Jack Hughes x reader. Leaning towards ‘Coming Home Soon’ by High June. I have started writing it, but we’ll see if it gets posted.

I’m also working on the next parts of Zero Gravity. I’m so sorry posts on that have been delayed, the last few weeks have gotten a bit crazy!! We made it to second round of playoffs with the lacrosse team I help coach and I recently (like very recently) got engaged! So now we are looking at apartments and trying to get things planned because we have a very very busy next year and a half to get through now with trips we have planned and planning a whole wedding.

That being said, we are looking for first dance song recommendations, so if anyone has any I am all ears.

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Now watching the BIG men’s lacrosse conference championship. We have: a player most likely needing dental work. Multiple uses of the OSU goalie’s nickname ‘Big Tasty’ and how he is a very large goalie. Mariner is Canadian???? (Gives me Tre LeClaire vibes). ‘Beef between Spanos and the back of the net’ according to the announcers. And he’s been ‘big tasty for a long long time’ (we love Caleb Fyock in this house).

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“Duke continues to take lunch money”

God I love lacrosse announcers. I was watching Penn v Yale for the ivy women’s semifinal and I swear to god I heard ‘she’s got the spirit of the lord in her’ when a Yale player tied it with 46 seconds left. Currently watching the ACC men’s semi finals, Duke v UNC, I will update if I hear anything else (very likely, it happens every game)

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Update: ‘every time we touch’ was the song choice on a Duke goal

God I love lacrosse announcers. I was watching Penn v Yale for the ivy women’s semifinal and I swear to god I heard ‘she’s got the spirit of the lord in her’ when a Yale player tied it with 46 seconds left. Currently watching the ACC men’s semi finals, Duke v UNC, I will update if I hear anything else (very likely, it happens every game)

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If you put me in a room with Jack Hughes or Pat Kavanagh (PLL - Denver Outlaws) idk who would be my favorite.

There’s just something about hockey and lacrosse boys idk

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God I love lacrosse announcers. I was watching Penn v Yale for the ivy women’s semifinal and I swear to god I heard ‘she’s got the spirit of the lord in her’ when a Yale player tied it with 46 seconds left. Currently watching the ACC men’s semi finals, Duke v UNC, I will update if I hear anything else (very likely, it happens every game)

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Im going to open up my asks. I write for:

Teen Wolf

Vampire Diaries

Jack Hughes

Cobra Kai

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Zero Gravity (Bonus Scene)

@elliehughesyapss Because honestly I love writing Red and Maisie together (I have good plans for his friendship with Jack).

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Maisie was minding her own business, truly. Her eyes were on the ice as she ate her pretzel. What she did not notice was Red, phone out, giggling like he was doing something illegal.

She didn't notice when Red snapped a photo of her, mid bite of the pretzel, and put the text "CHOMP CHOMP' on it. And she definitely didn't notice her phone buzzing in her pocket when he posted it, tagging her in the post.

After her phone when off for the fourth time, she took it out of her pocket and looked at the screen.

"Red?" her voice lethally calm, "I'm going to ask once. What did you do?"

Red, who was still being a giggly little bitch, shrugged, "something that'll definitely have me in a snowbank later."

Maisie let out an exasperated sigh as she unlocked her phone and went to the place her notifications were coming from.

"You. Did. Not."

Red laughed, shoulders shaking, gasping for breath.

"I hope you eat a rail at our next competition."

Red laughed harder, "love you too."

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Zero Gravity (Part 5)

In which Maisie Johnson, professional snowboarder and known force in the snowboarding world, somehow falls for a 'pretty boy hockey player'. Jack Hughes finds the one girl who makes him feel like he's on his toes because she matches his energy. Want to start from the beginning? Part One Part two Part Three Part Four

Maisie stood in front of her mirror, hands on her hips, while Red sat on her bed with his hands palm down behind him as he leaned back. She caught his eye in the mirror.

"What do I wear? I don't want to seem desperate for attention," she stated indignantly. For a girl who 'didn't have a crush', she sure did seem to care a lot now.

"Clothes are a good start."

Maisie shot him a glare over her shoulder, the kind that could freeze a lesser man. Red, naturally, grinned like he’d earned a gold star.

“Helpful,” she muttered, turning back to the mirror. “Really. Thank you for your groundbreaking fashion insight.”

“I aim to serve,” Red said, folding one leg over the other as he flopped back on the bed, arms behind his head like this was his own personal runway show.

Maisie huffed before she trudged towards her closet and opened it. She considered the clothes hanging in there for a moment before turning back to Red.

"Why am I even looking in here," she sighed out, "we both know I'm going to wear a sad looking hoodie that has definitely seen better days and leggings or something."

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If there was one thing about Maisie and Red, it was that they knew how to go incognito. It came from years of ducking the press after a competition, leaving afterparties way earlier than they should have, and not wanting to be bothered in an airport after travelling 12 plus hours.

Maisie did decide on a hoodie and leggings, and she wore a plan black hat over her hair. Red looked a bit more professional, wearing a hoodie and jeans, and he also wore a hat. She did a double take at his hoodie; it looked suspiciously identical to one that went missing from a Burton shoot a while back.

They stopped long enough for Maisie to get a pretzel (because, duh) and made their way to a suite that Jack had insisted they be in even though she had tried to get him to let her buy her own tickets. She wanted to chalk it up to him being a good person, just being friendly. But being friendly did not put someone in essentially box seats after meeting one time in person and messaging over DM like two teenagers they were teenagers and basically moving heaven and earth to make it happen in 24 hours.

Red made a beeline to one of the seats to watch the ice, immediately dropping into it and leaning back to relax like he was watching something on TV.

"I could get used to this," he smiled.

She raised a brow, "subtle much?" She asked as she sat next to him, her eyes going to the ice where players were skating around and warming up.

Her eyes seemed to immediately find Jack, where he skated with precision, she knew she did not have on skates. He looked annoyingly good (even if he was too far away to see any real details).

Red nudged her shoulder, "he's totally scanning up here to see if you actually came."

"Shut up," Maisie muttered, tearing a piece of her pretzel off and tossing at Red, who caught it in his mouth with alarming grace.

Then, she took out her phone and not so casually took a photo of the ice for her Instagram story (because she was 18 and did like documenting stuff she did). It definitely wasn't zoomed in a little to focus more on Jack than any of the other players. Definitely not. Then she sent it off without thinking too hard about it. She was.

When the first puck dropped, Maisie tried to hold the posture of someone who definitely was not invested. Jack played like he had something to prove, every shift was full out. He was fast and was trying his best to read the ice, even if it didn't work out in his favor.

Her eyes stayed on him when the shift changed and he sat on the bench. She watched as he looked up towards the box, caught her eye (she was guessing, she still couldn't tell), and gave a nod. She honest to God couldn't tell if he was smiling, smirking, or was stone faced because he was so damn far away. But that nod? Definitely for her.

"Yeah," Red laughed, "you're fucked."

I have a bonus scene of the story Red posted from the game if you want it, just let me know - Bonus Scene

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Zero Gravity (Part 4)

In which Maisie Johnson, professional snowboarder and known force in the snowboarding world, somehow falls for a 'pretty boy hockey player'. Jack Hughes finds the one girl who makes him feel like he's on his toes because she matches his energy. Want to start from the beginning? Part One Part two Part Three

Maisie did not expect Red to fly in two days later. When he saw her, he all but wrapped her into a bear hug.

She let out a surprised noise as he spun her once for dramatic flair. “Jesus, Red,” she muttered into his shoulder, caught somewhere between laughter and exasperation.

"What?" Red questioned, seeing her vaguely amused look that was masking some confusion.

Maisie shook her head, a laugh on her lips as Red set her down, "you have separation anxiety, I swear."

"I missed you, let a boy live," he put a hand on his heart.

She folded her arms across her chest, "I literally saw you last week."

He shook his head, "that was so long ago. Feels like a lifetime has passed."

She hit his arm, a smile on her lips. They were attached at the hip between events, did interviews together, and were featured on Burton and Red Bull's pages so often they were both surprised they weren't sick of them. Then again, together they were controlled chaos in every sense of the word. So, Red saying he missed her wasn't too surprising because she had missed him too.

"So," Red stated, "Devils game?"

She hung her head back, "I haven't even decided if we're going to go yet or not."

Red raised a brow, "uh-huh," he didn't sound convinced. "I think you want me to say that we're going."

Maisie looked at him, eyes wide, "no, no, definitely not. I would never try to manipulate you into making the decision for me"

Red pointed to her phone because now was the time for him to make decisions, which was in her pocket, "just message him and say you're coming."

She huffed, reaching to get her phone out, "fine, don't twist my arm too hard." She was going to end up going anyways, she just wanted the validation.

She opened Instagram (because she still didn't have his number not that she was going to give it to Jack) and went to their message thread.

Will be at your game tmr Bringing a friend, too Don't eat the ice

And then she waited, and shoved her phone back into her pocket like it was going to fly away if she looked at it too long.

Red looked at her, tilted his head slightly, and pursed his lips. He could read her like a book, it came with having known her for years and being together at both their highest and lowest moments. "So, are you sure you aren't the one with a crush?"

Maisie shot him a glare, "I don't do crushes, or dating, you know that!"

He looked at her with the infuriatingly knowing look, the one she would either talk over or glare back at,.

"Does he?"

That made her pause. Because he didn't. Then again, it never really came up. She was travelling most of the year, competing or training. Dating was one of the last things on her mind. She was emotionally unavailable at best, and he seemed far too energetic.

It was so soft, Red thought he imagined it. "No, he doesn't."

She sighed and pulled her phone out again.

Really??? Guess I'm worth the work

She stared at the message a little longer than she meant to before typing a response.

We'll see

She let out a sigh and ran a hand threw her hair, "doesn't matter, it's not like I'd fall for him, anyways."

Red shot her a look she didn’t catch, one of those raised-eyebrow, slow-blink, you keep telling yourself that expressions.

"Yeah," Red muttered under his breath, "keep telling yourself that."

Red and Maisie are my favorite duo, trust

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Zero Gravity (Part 3)

In which Maisie Johnson, professional snowboarder and known force in the snowboarding world, somehow falls for a 'pretty boy hockey player'. Jack Hughes finds the one girl who makes him feel like he's on his toes because she matches his energy. Want to start from the beginning? Part One Part two

Maisie didn't know what to expect when the photo of her and Jack got posted to the New Jersey Devils social media accounts. He was basically their golden boy, and she was some "random snowboarder" that just happened to win double gold in February.

When she saw it, she was sitting in her hotel room, half scrolling, half watching what was on the TV. She paused her scrolling to look at the photo. Jack looked excited, a genuine smile. Maisie looked... Well, she looked both vaguely annoyed and amused. It wasn't the worst forced photo she had taken.

The caption? Jersey does it best.

She rolled her eyes before she went into the comment section. She liked to see what people were saying about her, even if most of it was how she needed to be humbled (usually).

Top comment?

RedGerard

Save some talent for the rest of us

She huffed a laugh. Red Gerard was one of her closest friends. They were at most of the same competitions and went to the Olympics together just months prior. If she was a black cat, he was golden retriever in their duo.

She wasted little time replying to his comment.

Mais_Johnson

Generational greatness is a burden I bear

She went back to scrolling through her feed until she got a notification.

JackHughes liked your comment JackHughes followed you

Maisie groaned internally and externally.

Then she got another notification. A DM. From Jack. Maisie about threw her phone like it caught fire before she opened it.

Hey, it was super cool meeting you. I think I can look past the whole 'Aves fan' thing if you come to another home game.

Maisie though about how to reply way longer than she should have.

She typed a message, and I can look past your love of proving gravity right, before she promptly deleted that and tried again with a little less snark.

Sounds like a lot of work

She stared at the chat. Far longer than any self-respecting professional athlete should have when they barely knew the other person typing as she waited for a response.

It took five minutes not that she was watching the time until another message from Jack appeared.

You're terrible

She thought about responding. She really did. Instead, she liked the message. And left it at that. Then immediately went to IMessage and sent a text to Red.

From: MJ

Help I think NJ's golden boy wants to be my friend

From: Menace to Society

Oh no What a hardship You'll live

From MJ:

Red Red, this is serious I literally told him "Gravity made a stronger impression" To his face

From Menace to Society

oh OH He probably thought you were flirting You need more friends

From MJ:

No I got you

From Menace to Society:

What did he say tho?

From MJ:

Asked if I wanted to go to another game

From Menace to Society:

If you do, can I come?

From MJ:

Jesus Christ

From Menace to Society:

That's a yes

From MJ:

... Fine

Next part from Jack's POV?

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Me drafting up Maisie and her best friend’s text messages. Because black cat girl needs a golden retriever best friend. In this universe it’s Red Gerard (because they’d be about the same age, he was 17 (I think) at the 2018 Winter Olympics)

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Ok, I’m struggling with the direction for part three of Zero Gravity. I got details, but no clue how to start it 🤩