#jackhughes

[viennajoell]

More Than a Scratch

Summary: When Jack cuts his hand on a broken glass during a team dinner and ends up in urgent care, he texts his girlfriend to come.

Word Count: 630

A/N: this was made before we knew he was out for 6-8 weeks! So details aren’t accurate (which is fine it’s fan fiction for a reason)

The text came in while she was rinsing dishes, her phone buzzing twice against the counter.

Jack: don’t freak out

Jack: but I’m at urgent care lol

Her heart dropped.

She snatched the phone, already typing.

Her: JACK WHAT

Her: urgent care isn’t “lol”

Three dots… then:

Jack: I’m fine

Jack: kinda cut my hand

Jack: I’ll explain

That was all it took. Jacket on, shoes barely tied, she was out the door before he could send another nervous little “wait.”

When she found him, he was sitting on the exam table, swinging his feet like a guilty kid. His right hand was wrapped in temporary gauze, and he lifted it sheepishly when he saw her.

“You’re not gonna believe me,” he started.

“Try me,” she said, arms crossed.

Jack took a breath. “So, uh… we were all at dinner. And someone—NOT me—knocked over a water glass. And when I went to move it, the bottom kinda… broke?”

She blinked. “And cut your hand.”

“Yeah,” he said, face scrunching. “Like, decently bad. Not career-ending bad! Just… ‘Coach made me come here’ bad.”

She stepped closer, gently taking his uninjured hand. “Let me see.”

Jack grimaced as the nurse unwrapped the gauze. The cut wasn’t huge, but it was deeper than she expected angry and red across the palm.

Her chest tightened. “Jack…”

He rushed in. “I know, I know. It’s dumb. Stupid glass didn’t like me.”

She shook her head, trying not to smile. “You scared me.”

He softened then, shoulders dropping. “I’m okay, babe. Promise. They said maybe a couple stitches. Nothing big. I just…” He hesitated. “Wanted you here.”

That, she felt all the way to her ribs.

She brushed his cheek with her thumb. “That part wasn’t dumb.”

Jack leaned into her touch, relieved. “Good. ‘Cause the guys would never let me live it down if you yelled at me in public.”

She laughed quiet, shaky, but real. “You getting taken out by a drinking glass is punishment enough.”

“Hey,” he said, offended. “It was a fancy glass.”

She kissed his forehead, and his shoulders melted. “You’re unbelievable, Jack Hughes.”

“Yeah,” he said, leaning in closer, grin returning. “But you still came running.”

Her lips curved. “Always.”

And when the nurse came back with the stitching kit, Jack squeezed her hand, easy and reassured like the cut hurt, sure, but nothing hurt enough to keep him from reaching for her.

[abilouwrites]

Hi I’m the person who submitted the Evgeni Malkin x ex fwb reader request and I get you when you say you don’t find him attractive because until like a month ago I didn’t either. Anyways I thought of someone else you could use that prompt for (but with a few changes).

Jack Hughes x ex fwb reader who are co parenting a child but the kid is still a freshly newborn baby so they are living in the same house because that’s easier then dropping a newborn off at each others house every weekend. But the reason they stopped seeing each other (reader ended things) was because of the events that happened after winning gold at the Olympics so he’s low-key grovelling trying to get reader back but probably never actually apologizing or admitting what he did wrong.

SIX SUMMERS DOWN, ANOTHER DREAMLESS NIGHT

YOU’RE NOT BY MY SIDE

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, I wasn’t supposed to get pregnant with an NHL superstar, we were just.. releases for each other. I wasn’t supposed to get pregnant; and he wasn’t supposed to be someone I politically could never understand.

I’m definitely not supposed to be living at his house, but he wants in on Henry’s life, and I can’t reject that of him.

I’m not talking to him, we just exist in the same space. He’s tried everything, taking Henry for the evening, letting me go out with friends. I’m trapped. With a baby, and a republican.

But right now, Henry’s laying on my chest. Sleeping, tiny hand clutched around a lock of my hair in his tiny first. Brows furrowed in the same way Jacks do when he’s asleep. That slight pout of his lips that reminds me that he’s not just my baby. He’s Jacks baby as much as he is mine.

Jack leans over the couch, “need anything?”

I look up, “no. ‘M ok” I continue rubbing Henry’s back, “you can change his diaper when he wakes up”

“Ok” Jack replies breathlessly. Truthfully I haven’t changed a diaper since I got home from the hospital; each time it’s needed to be done jacks stepped in, “is he sleeping better?”

“Yeah. Are you sleeping?” I ask, smiling to myself at the dark circles under his eyes. Each time Henry wakes up crying in the middle of the night it’s for Jack to deal with. I get to remain asleep.

“Fine. As long as you’re sleeping that’s all I care about” Jack yawns slightly, “um he’s not taking the bottle super well.. what do I do?”

I shrug, “make sure the milk is warm” I smile a little, “wear my shirt and feed it to him like your breast feeding. My dad did that with Lacey”

Jack nods, “ok, yeah. Whatever you think is best, I’ll let you.. y’know.. continue on”

I smile and go back to rubbing Henry’s back. I don’t miss being with Jack. Maybe I do. I miss the support, I miss not hating someone. I miss the man who was excited to be a father. Who I thought would love me no matter what.

And then he had to go and be stupid infront of the entire world, and as much as I want to be in my own space by myself. I can’t parent alone.

I don’t want to parent alone, it feels wrong to rob Jack of an experience he deserves. He’ll never admit he’s sorry. Even when he wakes me up that night because Henry won’t stop fussing.

“Give him” I murmur, stretching my arms out to capture my son. Henry settles once he’s in my arms and has his face against my breast to feed, “did you do the shirt thing?”

“No”

I try not to roll my eyes, but it annoys me anyways. I don’t talk to him, just lean back against the headboard of my bed and let my eyes flutter closed. I’m tired. Sore. My vagina is in a million pieces and I’m afraid I’ll never have sex again.

“Ok. Um. You can burp him..”

“Sounds good”

I pass him Henry, watching as Jack carries him out of the room and back to the nursery.

I want him to tell me he was wrong. To apologize. Make the end of this year long vacation harder to close.

The next day Jack tells me he wants the team to meet Henry, I agree.

And now there’s a dozen hockey players in my house and I feel like I’m going to die, “are you doing ok?” Nico asks, sliding next to me as I lean against the counter, “new baby and all”

I shrug my shoulders, “I’m doing ok, I’m sorry I’m being a bad hostess can I get you anything?” I ask but he shakes his head

“No, I um. I’m not good at cooking but my mom has a good recipe for um some Swedish food” He holds out a tray that smells delicious, “the instructions are on the side, freezer?”

I feel all gooey inside, “yeah.. thanks. Seriously Nico”

He nods, “Henry is adorable, he does the little nose scrunch thing you do”

I raise an eyebrow, “I don’t scrunch my nose”

Nico nods, “you do whenever Jack is fumbling a play”

I pause, “oh.” He’s right, “I didn’t think.. anyone noticed”

Nico looks out at the crowd around Henry and Jack, “I notice a lot of things”

[huggybearluvr]

Could you write something for this: "No offense but why are you not cuddling me right now?"

I feel like this is such a Jack thing to say!

Attention Seeker | jh86

pairing: Jak Hughes x Reader

summary: After Jack returns home from his surgery in Colorado, you are working from home, to help, however, he demands you attention 24/7.

warnings: none :)

Masterlist

It had been about two weeks of Jack being back home in New Jersey. He had been staying at your apartment the last two weeks as Luke had headed back to Michigan for the summer.

You were happy to have your boyfriend stay with you in hopes of making his recovery quick and easy.

However, for you it was quite the opposite of quick and easy. Jack the attention seeker that he cant help but be was very firm in his actions of trying to distract you from your work.

Today you were sat at your desk in the living room of your apartment going over some of the cases that needed to be turned into your boss tomorrow. It had been a long day between meetings and finalizing cases.

It was nearing eight when you started to hear Jack's exaggerated sighs from the couch behind you.

You simply rolled your eyes trying your best to ignore his antics so you could finish your proof reading.

"Okay, then be like," Jack spoke out loud before releasing one final sigh and heading back to your bedroom that he was napping in just hours before.

You shook your head smiling to yourself as you continued your work.

After about thirty minutes you heard his stomping coming down the hall from your bedroom, "No offense but why are you not cuddlingme right now?" He spoke as he stood beside you chair with his arms crossed.

You looked up to him seeing his serious expression and couldn't help but laugh. Having a hockey player boyfriend really is like taking care of an adult child.

"What's so funny?" He asked," That a loving boyfriend who is in so much pain, wants to be loved by his girlfriend, is that to much to ask?"

"Okay, okay, let me just save the changes," You laughed out once more saving the documents and powering down your desktop before joining Jack on the couch.

You sat beside him and almost immediately he dropped his head to your lap pulling a blanket over his body, "Head scratches please," He smiled looking up at you.

You shook your head obliging to his demands, after all he was hurt wasn't he? Who are you to say no.

[shamelesspandawhispers]

Offside | Jack Hughes Fanfic

1. Doodle

The plane was surprisingly quiet. Most of the players were asleep, exhausted after the grueling match and the long stretch of travel between games. The Hughes brothers sat side by side. The shade on the small window was lifted, letting a soft light spill over their faces. The warm hues of the setting sun blended perfectly with Luke's green-flecked eyes and Jack's endless blue ones.

Or at least that's how it seemed to Amelia.

Even though she had a pile of photos to edit for the team's social media, the intern pulled out the small notebook she used as a sketchbook. Actually, she hated calling it that — it felt too narrow, too formal. She preferred journal. A journal filled with sketches of everything she found beautiful.

She began with a rough pencil outline, using light, confident strokes to mark the proportions. The shapes of their faces were clean and distinct — easy to capture. What proved difficult was Jack's hair. It was long, but not quite; it fell freely, as if he didn't care how it looked, yet somehow still seemed styled. Amelia switched to softer graphite, letting the lines loosen as she tried to follow the way his hair caught the light and broke into uneven strands. That effortless contradiction – careless but intentional — captivated her completely, and she spent an enviably long time trying to capture it on paper.

In the end, the slightly curved ends of his hair bounced off the page of her sketchbook as if alive. She lifted her gaze once more to check the accuracy of the drawing. The brothers were still absorbed in their own world — it looked like they were playing some kind of game together. Their faces carried that almost childlike, stubborn determination that Amelia tried to capture in her sketch. But human emotion was always so hard to trap within just a few pencil strokes.

The intern took a fine-liner pen from her bag to make the contours sharper and bring out the details — the lines of their shirts, the light falling across Jack's cheekbone, the subtle tension in Luke's posture. She switched from soft graphite shading to fine ink lines, tracing over the pencil with care, trying not to smudge the graphite beneath.

Then someone leaned over her shoulder. For any artist, that was one of the most unpleasant sensations — a sheer intrusion into their private creative space. Without thinking, without even looking at who it was, Amelia blurted out:

"Sorry, could you not?"

A strange, high-pitched laugh followed — one of those sounds that left an unpleasant taste in her mouth. A taste of trouble.

"Ooooh," a voice boomed, Karen's voice (so fitting a name, Amelia had thought back during the interview). "We've got ourselves a fan."

It took Amelia a moment to realize what was happening, and though it might have looked like slow comprehension on her part, the truth was she had simply been too absorbed in the act of drawing. Through her eyes, every person, object, color, and sound became a fragment of the world's endless beauty — and she merely tried to capture it in graphite and ink on the pages of her sketchbook.

Only after a long moment did she fully realize who Jack and Luke were — how famous they actually were  and, more importantly, how she must have looked right then.

She opened her mouth to explain the situation to her supervisor, but of course, she never got the chance.

Karen snatched the sketchbook from her hands with a sharp, almost theatrical motion — the kind that sliced through the air quieter than Amelia's breath — and waved it like a piece of evidence. The paper rustled under the cabin lights, graphite lines glimmering faintly, as if the secret they held had suddenly been exposed.

In the next instant, every pair of eyes turned their way. Staff, coaches, players. Even the flight attendants froze mid-aisle, trays in hand, their polite smiles stiffening with curiosity. So many eyes. Some amused, others merely entertained, but all watching.

"Well, well," Karen laughed, that too-loud, self-satisfied laugh that cracked through the silence like bad feedback from a microphone. "Looks like someone's got a crush on our stars."

Amelia didn't flinch. She didn't feel shame, or sadness. Not because she was particularly brave but because this had happened too many times before. Ever since school, people had always found it strange, even funny, that she drew everything she found beautiful. Apparently, whenever that beauty had a male face, it immediately meant something romantic.

The smirks on a few of the players' faces weren't so different from the mocking smiles of her old classmates. The world, it seemed, had grown older, but not wiser. And really  what was so funny about love, in any of its forms?

Still, the scene didn't hurt. Not even Karen's drawn-out speech about the team's "strict policy" on player–staff relationships. Her words echoed like a recording that had been played one too many times — hollow, mechanical.

But something else stung. Not the laughter. Not the lecture. It was Jack's gaze — steady, unreadable, yet cutting through the noise with quiet intensity. A look that reminded her, painfully and beautifully, why she ever started drawing people in the first place.

When Karen finally tossed the sketchbook back onto Amelia's lap, it landed face-down, pages slightly crumpled from too many unfamiliar hands. Amelia smoothed it gently, feeling the faint texture of graphite under her fingertips. One of the corners was bent, the paper warm from someone else's touch.

She hesitated before turning it over, half expecting to see a ripped page or some new smudge across Jack's face. But instead, at the very bottom of the drawing — below the fine lines she'd inked so carefully — there was something new.

A tiny doodle.

It was a simple smiling stick figure, drawn in dark pen, standing right beside the edge of her sketch. Its head was too big, the arms crooked, as if drawn in a rush — but the curve of the grin was unmistakably deliberate.

Amelia blinked, unsure if she was imagining it. That doodle hadn't been there before. She always remembered every mark she made. She looked closer: the ink wasn't hers. It was bolder, the kind of pen used by someone who didn't worry about mistakes.

Her mind pieced it together in fragments. The moment when Karen had waved the sketchbook around. The laughter. The brothers whispering, one of them leaning slightly forward. Luke, maybe — or Jack. It could have been either. Someone had taken the pen, just long enough to add the tiny figure before it was handed back.

Amelia glanced up. The brothers were talking again, low voices blending into the soft hum of the cabin. Jack's expression hadn't changed. Luke was leaning back in his seat, earbuds in, gaze fixed somewhere near the window. Neither of them looked her way.

She pressed her thumb lightly over the little drawing. The paper yielded beneath her touch. It was nothing — a careless joke, probably. But something about it softened the air around her, made the whole humiliating scene feel slightly less sharp.

She closed the sketchbook and placed it back in her bag, but the image lingered in her mind — that simple smiling line, small and alive among her careful strokes

[poliart]

For the first time, I drew a hockey player in my favorite technique (stipple art), and I really liked it. I already know who I will draw next.

[hughesysgirl28]

Pairings: Luke Hughes x Hischier!oc, brother!Nico Hischier x sister!oc, platonic!Timo Meier x platonic!oc, (other pairings in this story are all platonic unless stated otherwise)

Summary: Luke meets the new media girl aka his Captains little sister

Warnings: none!

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Chapter 1

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Celia was nervous well only slightly nervous. She’d have her older brother Nico with her. Why she was slightly nervous? Today was her first day as a media girl for the New Jersey Devils. Her brothers team. She only knew her brother Nico, her best friend Timo, and Jonas.

Currently she was in the car with Nico on the way to the Devils morning practice. Today she’d actually meet the team and get to know the ropes of the job instead of actually doing real stuff yet.

“We’re here.” Nico said to her as he parked in the players parking area. The girl nods unbuckling and getting out the car. She takes deep breaths as she and Nico walk into the arena.

Nico showed her where the media team was then went off to the locker room as she introduced herself.

“Okay so first you’re going to meet the team then we’ll show you the ropes.” Emma, the girl who would show her around today said to her. “Sounds good.” Celia said with a nod.

They then walked out to the rink and to the bench standing in it waiting for the boys to start piling out. The first was Nico who just ruffled her hair making her swat his hand away. A few of the others including Jonas came out and they were all nice making her feel better about everything and now she wasn’t a bit nervous.

She had yet to see Timo who she was hoping to be able to surprise if Nico hadn’t of told him about her new job yet.

Then out through the tunnel came this tall boy, number 43. Celia stared at him as he came out. He didn’t have his helmet on yet so she got to see his perfect curly hair clearly.

“Luke! This is Celia. One of our new media team members.” Emma said waving him over to wear the two girls stood on the bench. The boy froze staring at her when he saw her.

“Hey.” The Swiss girl said almost in awe.

“Hey.” He said seemingly also in awe.

They stood like that for a bit until they heard someone shout “Lia!” It was Timo Meier. The girl snapped out of her trance running over to the entrance of the tunnel past Luke hugging Timo instantly. “Timo!” The girl exclaimed as her best friend hugged her back.

“You didn’t tell me you were here!” Timo exclaimed almost shocked. “Well I’ll be here for a while.” Celia said backing away from the hug.

She had noticed Luke had gone out onto the ice after she had run to hug Timo. “She’s the new media girl Timo.” Emma said with a smile.

After saying that it sure did make Timo’s smile wider. “You mean I’ll be stuck with you everyday?” Timo asked with a teasing tone. “You act like you hate the idea of that.” Celia grins knowing he was only joking with her. “You never know.” Timo chuckled then went out onto the ice for practice.

The rest of the work day was Emma showing her the ropes of everything. After that her, Timo, Nico, and a few others went out for drinks.

[delilaahh9]

Step Backwards

September 18th, 2021

4:48pm

It was just a simple run, that was all it was supposed to be. Until there was an uneven part in the sidewalk and down she went with the pop of a knee. Annabelle didn’t feel it until a couple seconds went by, the adrenaline rushing off and her right shin to knee hurt.

No one was around where she runs, because she goes the way Quinn tells her to go, by the golf course.

Then she remembers, she is a two minute walk from yost, it’s in her eye line and there is for sure players that she knows in there.

It took a few tries but she managed to get up with a few groans and walked really slowly but it only took Two steps for her to go back to the ground. She’s so close but so far, but she needed help and decided to call someone.

Luke’s contact came up first, but no answer, then she tried Truscott, then Mackie, finally she called mark but was left with a dead line, her phone was the dead line. “Fuck!” She curses and chucks it to the side, most likely cracked.

She didn’t know anyone who was free right now, but all hope was not lost when she saw a figure walking down the pathway, noticing almost instantly that it was Ethan.

“Ethan!” She shouts and his head snapped up, stopping but then jogging to her.

“Anna, what happened- are you okay” he could see the tears almost spilling out of her eyes.

“No, can you get my brother, please” she pleads.

“Yea of course, stay- Nevermind” he sprints, while she smiled at him almost saying “stay there” as if she can get very far.

Not even 2 minutes later Ethan and Luke came sprinting outside. “Annie, what happened” Luke asks as soon as he is by his sisters side.

“I fell and heard a pop, it hurts- really hurts” She tried so hard not to cry infront of her little brother but the pain was only getting worse.

“We’re gonna take you inside okay- Ethan can you-”

“Yep” the Canadian replies, moving over so he can carry her. Since Luke’s coming out of a minor shoulder injury. “Fuck” she groans when her knee bends.

“your okay, just a minute till you can lay down” he mumbles and carry’s her effortlessly down the path and into the building, straight to the medical room.

“woah what’s going on” the nurse in there asks.

“My knee popped and it really hurts” she cries while Ethan sets her down.

“Let me have a look, boys can you step out for a minute” She asks, Luke was about to protest but they heard coach calling and decided to go back to the gym.

“Call me when your done please” Luke says and exits the room.

The nurse came to a conclusion that is most likely a meniscus tear and she needed to go to the hospital, so they called an ambulance and Luke to come back down. Panic washed over mark when he heard Luke say Anna was going to the emergency room. But he had to stay put, nobody went with Luke especially since there was a game in about an hour.

9:51pm

Around 5 hours later, with waiting and tests and a few mental breakdowns they decided she needed surgery which will be taken place tomorrow morning and she needed to stay in the hospital overnight. Which she was expecting, her parents had come and gone but what she wasn’t expecting was most of the guys time coming into her room.

Ethan, Dylan, Mackie, TJ, Jacob, bordeleau and last but not least, mark.

He seemed the most worried, so Luke let him take his seat next to the bed.

“Do you have to stay here tonight?” Ethan asks while looking at all the different machines.

“Unfortunately, which means I’m gonna miss the game tomorrow- shit I won’t be able to dance” she gasps and just like that when she thought she couldn’t cry anymore.

“Hey hey hey, it’s gonna be okay” mark said and reached out to her hand to hold it.

“I know I’m just.. tired and… tired” they all chuckled and Luke coincidentally let out a huge yawn.

“You guys can go, I’ll be fine”

“Are you sure?” Her brother asks.

“Yes Luke, I’m sure. Turn off the light whoever’s last to go out”

She shifted to get comfortable as they all shuffled out but then she noticed mark zoned out.

“Hey, Estapa time to go” she waved at him, which he then snapped out of his thoughts.

“what- no your not staying here alone” he says softly, which takes her by surprise.

“Mark, I’m gonna be -”

“You keep saying that but I don’t buy it, I’m saying” he states and she knows she isn’t winning this battle. “Fine, but go turn off the light”

He smiles and gets up to shut it off, closing the door then reclining the chair to lay down.

September 19th, 2021

9:20 am

Mark had already been awake since he is usually awake this time everyday, when the doctor came in to start preparing for sugary which he gave mark the lovely pleasure of waking Annabelle up.

“Anna” he says gently, which doesn’t do much.

“ Anna” he says again, she starts wake up very slowly but not much.

“Hey princess wake up” he says louder and this time it worked. Thankfully he didn’t notice the small blush that crept on her face when he said that.

“What?” She groans and looks over at the clock.

“Surgery time” he whispers and smiles. Then the doctor arrived and went thru instructions.

“You should be able to go home by tonight, depends on the swelling and pain.” Doctor explains and they start to wheel her away,

“You got this princess, I’ll be here when you wake up” He says as she waves.

10:45 am

Mark sat in the recliner with his legs shaking as he waited for her to be done which wouldn’t be any time now. Jack wasn’t supposed to arrive in Michigan till the afternon but caught an earlier flight when he heard his younger sister was in the hospital.

He had been sat in another chair at the end of the room with Nico to his left because he wanted to visit her.

“Mark, if you don’t want to stay you can go. We’re here now” Jack says to the boy.

“It’s fine, I told her I’d be here when she was done-” just as he says that the door opens and in comes a very loopy Annabelle who was a giggling mess.

“She’s been laughing for 10 minutes, anything is funny now” the nurse says and leaves the room.

“Woah! You play hockey!” She exclaims and looks to mark then Nico. “Hey kid I play hockey too” T this point he was recording for anything worth showing her later.

“No… you seem more of.. tennis guy” which then everyone laughs.

“Where’s moosey moose” she ask but gasps.

“Im tired” she whispers and closes her eyes. Before they knew it, she was right off to sleep.

11:09 am

Once again she wakes up, but mark is gone and it’s just Jack in the hospital room in the chair next to her.

“The fuck are you doing here” she groans, alerting him that she is awake.

“I told you last week I was coming home today, but I came a few hours earlier because you don’t seem to good”

“My knee feels like shit, this hospital bed isn’t very comfy”

“Well don’t worry, we’ll be home soon, just a couple hours but I gotta tell you something…”

“What’s that?”

“You can’t dance until May” he sighs and her jaw drops.

This is gonna be one hell of a year…

[nessabieberjxdn]

Jackie⭐️⭐️