hughes!family x fem!reader
“Okay, wait,” Julie laughs, pointing across the set at Mila. “I need to know the lore here because everyone online is obsessed with you and Quinn.”
Mila immediately groans, covering her face with her hands. “Oh my God.”
“No, seriously,” Cat jumps in. “People think you two are like this mythical childhood friends-to-lovers couple.”
“We kinda are,” Mila admits through a laugh.
Julie leans forward dramatically. “How long have you actually been together?”
Cat immediately starts laughing. “Oh no. He’s one of those guys?”
“He’s SO one of those guys,” Mila says instantly. “Quinn has literally never formally asked me out.”
Julie stares at her. “Excuse me?”
“I’m serious!” Mila laughs. “Like, there was no official moment. We just sort of… kept existing together.”
“So how did this happen?” Cat asks.
Mila tucks her legs underneath herself on the couch, smiling already like she knows she’s about to expose him publicly.
“Our families lived near each other growing up, so I was always at the Hughes house,” she explains. “And Jack and Luke were like my actual little brothers. Luke still calls me his sister.”
“That’s adorable,” Julie says.
“It was chaos,” Mila corrects immediately. “Constant chaos. Mini sticks in the basement, Ellen yelling at everyone, Jack breaking things every five minutes—”
“Sounds accurate,” Cat laughs.
“And Quinn was always just…” Mila pauses, smiling to herself. “There.”
“What does that mean?” Julie asks.
“He’s not loud about stuff,” Mila says. “Like, Jack’s super expressive, Luke’s emotional, but Quinn’s just quietly there all the time. You don’t even notice he’s taking care of you until, like, three years later.”
“No, genuinely,” Mila insists. “I’d mention something once in passing, and he’d remember it forever. Like, I told him sophomore year that I hated driving in the rain, and after that he would just show up. Didn’t matter where I was.”
Julie visibly melts. “Stop.”
“I’m serious,” Mila says, laughing. “He’d literally text me, ‘I’m outside.’ No explanation. And then act annoyed that I thanked him.”
“That is the most Quinn thing I’ve ever heard,” Cat says.
“And honestly, I think I accidentally became the Hughes family emotional support system at some point,” Mila adds with a laugh. “Like, Luke would call me when he was spiraling about hockey stuff because he always felt like he had to keep up with his brothers.”
Julie’s expression softens. “Aww.”
“He’d get really in his head,” Mila explains. “Especially when he was younger. He’d be like, ‘What if I’m not as good as them?’ which is insane because he’s Luke Hughes.”
“But growing up with Quinn and Jack is intense,” Mila says. “So we’d sit in his room for, like, two hours, and I’d have to convince him he didn’t need to prove himself every five seconds.”
“That’s actually really sweet,” Julie says.
“And Jack?” Mila laughs immediately. “Jack only came to me for girl problems.”
Cat bursts out laughing. “Of course he did.”
“No, because he genuinely thought I was some relationship genius at sixteen,” Mila says. “He’d burst into my room like, ‘Mila, be honest, what does it mean if she used a period in her text?’”
“And then he’d ignore every piece of advice I gave him,” Mila continues. “One time I told him very clearly not to send this girl a dramatic paragraph at midnight, and he did it anyway.”
“How’d that go?” Cat asks.
“She blocked him for, like, three days.”
“And somehow that became my fault,” Mila says through laughter. “‘You should’ve stopped me harder.’”
“That is SUCH sibling energy,” Julie says.
“And Ellen loved it because she said I was the only person who could get all three boys to communicate like actual humans,” Mila adds. “Which honestly might still be true.”
“And he’s always been weirdly protective,” Mila continues. “When we were kids, Jack convinced me to climb onto the garage roof one summer because apparently we were ‘testing parachutes.’”
Julie immediately starts laughing.
“We were using trash bags,” Mila says flatly.
“And I got stuck because I was terrified to jump down, so Quinn climbed up there, sat beside me for, like, twenty minutes, and was like, ‘You don’t have to jump if you don’t want to.’ Meanwhile, Jack’s yelling from below that we were ruining the experiment.”
“That is SUCH sibling energy,” Cat says.
“And Quinn carried me down the ladder because I was crying,” Mila admits through a laugh. “Then he yelled at Jack for an hour.”
Julie presses a hand to her chest. “That’s actually really sweet.”
“He used to do stuff like that constantly,” Mila says. “Like, one winter I wiped out skating on their backyard rink and split my lip open, and Quinn literally tried to fight a twelve-year-old because he thought someone pushed me.”
Cat wheezes. “He’s insane.”
“He’s deeply insane,” Mila agrees. “But only quietly.”
“And he’s so secretly clingy,” Mila continues. “People think he’s super detached, but he’s not with people he loves.”
Julie gasps. “I KNEW IT.”
“No, because tell me why this man acts like he hates physical affection,” Mila says dramatically, “but if we’re sitting on a couch, he has to be touching me somehow or he gets grumpy.”
Cat is already dying laughing.
“I swear to God,” Mila continues, “if I get up for more than ten minutes, he’s like, ‘Where are you going?’”
“That’s a husband,” Julie says immediately.
Mila points aggressively. “THANK YOU.”
“So when did you realize you were in love with him?” Cat asks.
Mila goes quiet for a second.
“I think it happened so slowly I didn’t notice,” she says honestly. “Because he was always my person before he was my boyfriend, you know?”
“And honestly, everyone else figured it out before we did,” Mila laughs. “Jack used to get so annoyed because Quinn only listened to me.”
Cat snorts. “That tracks.”
“No, like, it was bad,” Mila says. “Jack would ask Quinn to do something ten times, and Quinn would say no every single time. Then I’d ask once, and he’d immediately do it.”
“Terrible for team morale,” Julie jokes.
“Luke still uses me against him,” Mila says. “‘Mila said you should answer my texts.’ And Quinn folds instantly.”
Cat wipes tears from her eyes. “I’m obsessed with this.”
“And Quinn’s so competitive,” Mila continues. “Like, weirdly competitive about me specifically.”
Julie raises an eyebrow. “Explain.”
“This is so embarrassing for him,” Mila says, grinning. “Okay, one time in Vancouver, I was talking to one of the trainers after a game for maybe five minutes. Completely normal conversation.”
“Oh no,” Cat laughs already.
“And Quinn literally skated over while still in partial gear just to stand there.”
“I’m not kidding! Didn’t say anything. Just stood beside me silently.”
“That’s psychotic behavior,” Cat says through laughter.
“And later I was like, ‘What was that?’ and he goes—” Mila drops her voice into a painfully accurate Quinn impression. “‘I dunno. He was talking to you for a long time.’”
“That is a man DOWN BAD,” Julie says.
“He’d die before admitting it, though,” Mila replies immediately. “Like, genuinely die.”
“And how did the Minnesota trade affect things?” Cat asks more gently.
Mila’s expression softens instantly.
“I think that was the first time I saw him genuinely overwhelmed,” she admits. “Because Vancouver became home for him. And those last few months there were really hard.”
The room quiets a little.
“He was carrying everything,” Mila says carefully. “The pressure, the media, the captain stuff, trying to hold the team together when things kept going wrong. And Quinn internalizes everything. Like, if the team loses, he genuinely thinks it’s his fault somehow.”
Julie nods sympathetically.
“There were nights he’d come home after games and barely talk,” Mila continues softly. “Not because he was angry at me or anything—he just looked exhausted all the time. And he hates letting people see that.”
“That’s heartbreaking,” Cat says quietly.
“And Vancouver loved him, but I think sometimes he forgot he was allowed to just be a person there,” Mila says. “Everything felt so heavy by the end.”
“So when the trade happened…” Julie prompts gently.
“He called me before anyone else,” Mila says. “And I could hear how stressed he was trying to act calm about it.”
“And the first thing he asked me,” Mila says, smiling a little, “‘was if I’d still move with him.’”
Julie physically grabs her chest.
“And honestly?” Mila laughs softly. “Minnesota changed him in the best way.”
“He’s lighter now,” Mila says immediately. “Like, genuinely lighter. He smiles more. He leaves the rink at the rink now instead of carrying it home every night.”
“That’s huge,” Julie says.
“And he finally lets himself have a life outside hockey,” Mila continues. “In Vancouver, he was so locked into responsibility all the time. In Minnesota, he started breathing again.”
Cat smiles. “That makes me emotional.”
“It made me emotional,” Mila admits. “The first month there, he kept apologizing for sleeping in because he finally wasn’t stressed all night.”
“And now he’s obsessed with normal things,” Mila says, laughing. “He goes grocery shopping for fun. He has favorite coffee shops. He takes the dog on walks without getting recognized every thirty seconds.”
Julie grins. “Free Quinn.”
“Literally,” Mila laughs. “Like, this man discovered peace and became unbearable about it.”
“And the thing is,” Mila continues quietly, “Quinn’s not good with words. Like, at all. He’s terrible at talking about feelings.”
“Very hockey man of him,” Cat says.
“Exactly,” Mila laughs. “But he says things in other ways.”
Mila smiles into her coffee cup before answering.
“He memorizes my schedule.”
The girls immediately go silent.
“He sends me weather updates if I’m flying somewhere,” she continues. “He replaced the coffee machine in my apartment once because I said mine made weird noises. He listens to every interview I do even though he pretends he doesn’t.”
“That’s insane,” Julie whispers.
“And every single night before bed,” Mila says, laughing softly now, “he goes, ‘You good?’”
“Every night,” she repeats. “No matter where he is.”
Cat wipes under her eyes dramatically. “I fear that man loves you more than oxygen.”
“Oh, absolutely. But if you asked him directly, he’d somehow deny it.”
“And what would Quinn say if he watched this episode?” Julie asks.
Mila doesn’t even hesitate.
“He’d text me, ‘Why are you talking about me so much?’”
The girls burst out laughing.
“And then he’d ask what time I’m getting home.”
Julie groans dramatically. “Okay, yeah, I’m done. That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Actually sickening,” Cat agrees, pointing at Mila. “You two are ruining it for the rest of us.”
Mila laughs, hiding her face again. “He’s gonna hate that I said all this.”
“Oh, absolutely,” Julie says. “But that’s what makes good content.”
“Exactly,” Cat adds. “Quinn Hughes, if you’re watching this, we know you’re obsessed with her.”
“He’d literally turn this off after thirty seconds,” Mila says through laughter.
“Still counts as a view,” Julie replies instantly.
The three of them laugh as the cameras begin to pull back.
“Alright guys,” Julie says, smiling toward the camera, “that’s all for today’s episode.”
“Make sure you like, subscribe, leave a comment about your favorite Quinn and Mila moment—”
“And bully Cat into finally answering dating questions next episode,” Mila cuts in.
“Absolutely not,” Cat says immediately as everyone starts laughing again.
Julie points toward the camera one last time. “We’ll see you guys next week. Bye!”