Masterlist & General Questions

Who do I Write For?

Honestly, anyone right now. Unfortunately, I love hockey, so I mostly write for my favorite players. However, I'm willing to write for whoever your little heart desires. So, send requests, I'm waiting for you.

How Often Do I Write?

I write when I can, so I don't think I will make a schedule. However, I will try to write as much as possible because it brings me joy.

How Can You Help Me?

Requests are open, and I would love to write things. So send in whatever you like! On another note, feel free to follow and chat with me. Like many others, I use Tumblr to escape, so I'm looking for friends! So come and chat, I'd love to get to know you!

My Works

Upcoming:

Long Pieces:

The Hangover - Jack Hughes

Hughes Hatty - Jack Hughes

Now We’re Even - Jack Hughes

Last Night In Anaheim - Trevor Zegras

A Moth To A Flame - Jack Hughes and Trevor Zegras

When the Party’s Over - Jack Hughes

When the Party’s Over Pt. 2 - Jack Hughes

Playdate - Mat Barzal

Knight in Shining Armani - Juraj Slafkovsky

December - Adam Fantilli

Hughes Your Daddy? - Jack Hughes

A Nonsense Christmas - Jack Hughes

Maria - Jack Hughes

A Hughes Affair - Jack Hughes

Hughes Your Daddy pt.2 - Jack Hughes

Off The Record - Luke Hughes

Blurbs:

45 Days - Jack Hughes

Changes - Luke Hughes

Unpublished When the Partys Over - Jack Hughes

Hung Up - Quinn Hughes

Boo - Jack Hughes

Those Eyes - Jamie Drysdale

Mornings Like These - Jack Hughes

Good Enough - Matt Boldy

Flyers - Jamie Drysdale

Bittersweet - Jack Hughes

All I Need - Quinn Hughes

All I Want For Christmas - Jack Hughes

All I Want For Christmas pt.2 - Jack Hughes

Maris pt.2 - Jack Hughes

Jack Hughes Pt. 2

45 Days Later - Jack Hughes

Road Trip - Cole Caufield

Nights Like These - Jack Hughes

Just Friends - Trevor Zegras

Smooth - Jack Hughes

Luke Hughes is a shy guy. He hates interviews, media days, and, above all else, talking about himself, especially about his performance in a game.

The questions are almost always stupid, most pointing out his flaws and where he could have done better. Or else it’s the flip side, and they’re about a good performance. Either way, good or bad, the questions are still dumb.

How did you make that move? How did you get the jump on the opposing team? How did that you score off of that?

He didn’t know the answers to any of them. He didn’t know how he did anything; he just did it.

He first noticed his distaste for after-game interviews very early into his rookie season, and his irritation has grown gradually since then. There really is only one thing that makes the whole process slightly more manageable: you.

You’re a media intern, usually lurking in the back of the press, hiding away and typing on a little iPad you’re always carrying around. Of course, he noticed you before then. You were stunning, and it was hard not to, but what really got him interested was how your humor seemed to align perfectly with him.

The first interaction he’d had with you was after a rough game for him, where the GM all but dragged his ass out to media and instructed him to do his best. Everyone could tell that he was sweaty, hungry, and overall done with the day. He tried his best not to be an asshole, but the questions were getting the best of him. After a partiality terrible one, he’d let slip a sarcastic remark that had a few eyes widen, but at that back, only half visible, you’d snorted. Full-on snorted out a laugh.

You tried to recover, quickly silencing yourself and shirking away from the slight glares of the older media personnel, but Luke knew from that moment on that he’d do pretty much anything to hear that laugh again.

That was months ago, and now you’re both stuck here.

You really like Luke, you do, but you also really like your job. While you knew of attractive players before ever attempting to be employed, you did consider yourself above that temptation. You prided yourself on not being distracted and being the best at your job, but things have gotten progressively more complex, and he isn’t making it easy on you.

No, you didn’t get the job to be close to Luke Hughes or any other player; it just ended up being that he was a bonus.

A bonus is that he is really, really good at getting under your skin.

Wow guys, I didn’t realize I have over a 1000+ followers

Thank you so much♥️

(maybe this mean I should write more)

“Am I going to have to put tape on your door?”

You’ve barely had two sips of coffee when Claire sits next to you, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, clearly having a much better morning than you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She takes a slow sip of her tea, raising an eyebrow at you. “No? You didn’t have a late-night visitor?”

That causes you to freeze.

“How could you have possibly known that?”

Laughter bubbles through her chest, and she shrugs her shoulders. “I know everything that happens in this hotel. Especially when it has to do with you.”

You don’t bother to try and lie. She knows you better than that, and it isn’t worth it anyway. So you bite and tell her about your visit with Jack, and how the entire night you tossed and turned, thinking about ways to make his life as fucking miserable as he makes yours. She listens, laughs at your misery, and is about to offer some advice when Mat strolls up, two chocolate muffins in hand.

“I heard you snuck Hughes into your room last night?”

You smack your head down on the table, groaning out. “Does the entire world know? And I didn’t sneak him in, he showed up at my door and threatened to cause a scene if I didn’t let him in.”

Mat quirks a smirk up, handing you the other muffin. “I’m just kidding, Claire told me earlier at skate. No one else knows about your sneaking around, so you don’t have to hemorrhage.”

It’s late on the 31st of December when you exit the Newark airport, expecting your boyfriend to be impatiently waiting, but it’s his brother nonchalantly leaning against the wall of the terminal exit instead.

“Lukey?” You call out as you get within earshot of him.

His head snaps up at his nickname, and his usual awkward but sincere smile crosses his features. He’s quick to put his phone in his pocket and close the gap between you two, giving you a quick hug, and he lifts you slightly off the ground. Then he grabs the suitcase and trails it behind you.

“Sorry I’m not Jack, last minute he asked if I’d come instead because he wanted to pick up some “things” for tonight.” He puts up his hands in quotation marks for the last bit.

You hum. “What things?”

Luke shrugs his shoulders, beginning to walk away, trusting you’ll follow him.

“Not sure, but he said he didn’t trust me to grab them, so I got girlfriend duty instead.”

You smile at the term and follow him through waves of people until you arrive at Jack Ranger Rover, which makes you quirk up an eyebrow at him.

“Why do you have Jack's rig?”

Luke gives you a deadpan look. “I’m picking up his girlfriend, and you think I’m going to use my car?”

What do you get a man who has everything? Money? Check. Fame? Check. The best girlfriend in the world? Double check. Everything Jack Hughes could ever want, he had. And unfortunately for you, that makes it very difficult to buy him a Christmas present.

For the past almost three years, whenever you’ve asked about it, Jack always says the same thing: he doesn’t want anything, and not to waste your money on him. Normally, you'd be okay with that—college is expensive, and the savings you have go toward your future. But still, it’s your favorite time of year, and you want to get him something, anything, to show just how much he means to you.

To make your life easier, this year, you’ve come up with a new plan. If you can’t get an answer from Jack, you’ll go to the next best sources. Your first call is to Ellen and Jim, who kindly explain that Jack had gotten to them first and he doesn’t want anything from you but your undying love and affection. Well, he already has that, so the call is mostly a bust.

Next, you call the Captain. He laughs, telling you the same thing as the parents, and he even adds a “He’s got everything, kid. Don’t stress about it.”

Your final hope is a FaceTime with Luke. The second he answers, you beat him to the punch.

The smell of Kennedy’s expensive perfume hits you long before you see her. You know she must have arrived shortly before you, and her signature Tom Ford perfume fills the space and invades your senses, clouding your already scattered thoughts.

The man clad in his server tuxedo leads you through the luxurious space, smiling and making small talk, gesturing his hands toward the bar while he tells you about their specialty drinks. It’s almost fate, you think, because God knows you need one.

After a few more smiles and nods, you make it to the reserved table. It’s on the edge of the vast space, but it sits in front of a wall of windows. It shows off a beautiful afternoon, with sunlight filtering through sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on the table adorned with polished silverware and delicate china.

Sitting there, with a halo of light surrounding her, is Kennedy, digging through one of her Birkin bags. She flashes her eyes to you as you close in, and a broad smile dons on her signature red lips. She’s quick to her feet, and you can tell she chose her tallest heels for this special brunch occasion. She pulls you into a tight hug, squeezing the breath out of you.

The crisp 100-dollar bill you’ve just won sits nicely tucked in your back pocket as Jack breaks the world record for sprinting and dodging almost a million cameras to get to you. As soon as he crashes into your waiting arms, he lifts you into the air and lets out a breathy laugh in your ear that’s only reserved when you’re with him. It’s light, happy, and maybe even a little giddy.

After a moment of you being suspended in the air, he gently sets you down, giving you one last tight squeeze, then backs up to see your face.

“Did I embarrass you?”

You give him a slight smirk and shrug your shoulders. “You did okay.”

He playfully rolls his eyes, shaking his head at you as he moves on to hug his waiting parents. With his attention away from you, you survey the space and catch sight of the other Hughes brothers walking toward the group.

Luke is doing his little half smile and has a slight pep in his step that comes with a nice win, and Quinn looks about unbothered with everything as usual. You make a mental note of that, knowing that your evil boyfriend is going to push his buttons later to get any sort of reaction to his loss.

“Nice game, Lukey,” you pull him into a hug as he gets within distance, patting his arm as you pull away. “You’re kinda being a stud out there.”

Luke blushes a shade darker at your comment, and you can’t help but love knowing you can still get a rise out of him. Luke moves on, too, and you’re left facing the only Hughes brother who didn’t have a win tonight.

“Tough loss cap.” You hug Quinn tightly before glancing back at your boyfriend and leaning in slightly to whisper in his ear. “But we all know you’re still the best.”

Quinn gives you a small laugh, and you can see his head is held a little higher as you pull him to join the circle with the rest of the family. As soon as you do, Jack opens his smart mouth.

“Family circles are for winners only.”