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Chicken Salad Quinn Pt. 10: Happy Birthday

Other Parts: Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9

a/n: It's officially been one year of Chicken Salad Quinn! To celebrate, I thought I'd write a birthday post. I know Quinn's birthday isn't until October, but oh well :3 think of this as a flashback to his last birthday!

Quinn woke up on his birthday with a heavy heart. It seemed like any other day; the sun rose in the sky, the birds chirped outside his window, but something was missing. As he scrolled through his phone, he couldn't help but notice that no one had mentioned his birthday. Not even mommy or his girlfriend, Y/N.

Feeling a pang of sadness, Quinn tried to shake off the feeling as he got ready for the day. Maybe they were just waiting to surprise him later, he thought optimistically.

But as the day wore on, Quinn's hope began to fade. Mommy didn't wish him a happy birthday when he saw her for breakfast, and Y/N hadn't mentioned anything either. It seemed like everyone had forgotten.

By the time evening rolled around, Quinn couldn't ignore the sinking feeling in his chest any longer. He decided to go for a walk to clear his head, trying to convince himself that it didn't matter.

As he wandered through the streets, lost in thought, Quinn was startled by a familiar voice calling out his name. It was his brother, Jack, waving frantically from across the street.

"Quinn! Over here!" Jack shouted, beckoning him to come closer.

Confused but intrigued, Quinn crossed the street to where Jack stood, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Hey, Jack, what's going on?" Quinn asked, trying to mask the disappointment in his voice.

Jack chuckled. "Come on, follow me. Luke's waiting for us."

Quinn followed Jack to a nearby park where Luke was waiting, a large grin plastered on his face.

"Happy birthday, Quinn!" Luke exclaimed, pulling Quinn into a tight hug.

Quinn's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, you guys remembered?"

"Of course, we did!" Jack said, clapping Quinn on the back. "And we've got a surprise for you."

Together, the three brothers walked to Quinn's house, where they found the door adorned with balloons and streamers. As they stepped inside, Quinn was greeted by the sight of his mom, Y/N, and a group of friends all gathered in the living room, shouting, "Surprise!"

Tears welled up in Quinn's eyes as he took in the scene before him. Mommy rushed forward to give him a hug, followed by Y/N, who held out a small gift wrapped in colorful paper.

"Happy birthday, Quinn," Y/N said, smiling warmly.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Quinn hugged Y/N tightly, feeling grateful for her and everyone else who had taken the time to make his birthday special.

But the surprises didn't end there. As everyone gathered around the table for cake, Mommy presented him with a homemade birthday cake unlike any he had ever seen. It was made entirely of chicken salad, his favorite dish.

Quinn couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the unconventional cake, feeling incredibly loved and appreciated in that moment. As he blew out the candles, surrounded by his family and friends, Quinn knew that even though the day had started off on a sour note, it had turned into one of the best birthdays he had ever had.

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Quinn holding his pride flag, the Chicken Salad flag. Green represents the garnish, the little something that ties up the whole experience and makes it complete. White represents the bowl, which makes the chicken salad possible in the first place. Lastly there's the tan, which represents the chicken salad itself. The base, the star, the main event. It's all about the chicken salad.

Please feel free to use this pride flag if you feel it represents you <3

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I love chicken salad - Quinn Hughes

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Chicken Salad Quinn pt 9 - Day with Mommy

Other Parts: Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8

an: I've been in a been of a slump coming out with the next few parts, so here's a random little spinoff about Quinn hanging out with mommy. We'll be getting back to the Y/n storyline shortly <3

It was finally the off season, and Quinn could not be more excited to be spending his time back at the Hughes' lake house. His days were full of golfing, going out on the boat, hanging out with all of his hockey friends, but most importantly, he got to eat fresh chicken salad directly from mommy every single day.

Mommy always rolled her eyes at her sons love for chicken salad, but both she and Quinn knew that it was all a ruse. She secretly cherished her mommas boy always coming to her for her famous chicken salad. As a mom with three boys who were all grown up, it was rare to feel needed. But Quinn always came around to make mommy feel better.

One night, Quinn couldn't sleep, so he made his way down to the kitchen to grab a little late night snack (chicken salad, of course). As he tip-toed into the kitchen, he was shocked to see that it was already occupied. Mommy was still up.

"Hey there Quinny, coming to get some chicken salad?" she inquired. Quinn nodded blushing lightly. Mommy gave him a smile and handed him a bowl of the white, mayonnaise filled, oniony goodness.

"You know, I was thinking," she started, "maybe I could teach you my recipe. That way if a shipment ever goes bad again like last season, you'll be able to make it yourself. Then you won't have to settle for chicken salad chick."

Quinn's eyes widened. "You mean, your world famous, secret family recipe? That you've never shared with anyone? EVER?!?" Quinn was shocked that she would even bring it up. He was a little nervous, too. Would he ever be able to make it like mommy?

"You have to swear on Luke and Jack that you'll never share this recipe with anyone, no matter what," mommy said, eyes narrowed. Quinn nodded eagerly, not bothering that to tell mommy that he would swear his brothers away for a chicken nugget. He knew he would take this recipe to his grave, no matter who or what he swore on.

"Come on, dear. Let's first gather our ingredients."

And so Quinn and mommy spent the late hours of the night working away in the kitchen, mommy guiding Quinn through every step carefully. Quinn listened intently, hoping to soak up as much mommy knowledge as he could.

When they were finished, they beheld their giant bowl of chicken salad. The way it glistened in the fluorescent lights of the lake house kitchen nearly brought a tear to Quinn's eye. It truly was beautiful.

Just as Quinn reigned his tear in, he heard a sniffle coming from beside him. He looked over and what he saw nearly broke his heart into pieces.

Mommy has tears streaming down her face. She tried to dab them away with a napkin but they were falling too fast for her to catch them.

Quinn pulled her into his signature Huggy Bear embrace and asked her what was wrong.

"Now that you can do it yourself, there's no need for me anymore. My boys don't need me." Mommy broke down into sobs. Quinn guided her to the table and sat her down. He sat right across from her and took both of her hands into his.

He looked down and started to cry as well. These small, delicate hands had held him and his brother for years. They had brought them up and made them into the man that he was, that all the Hughes boys were. These hands that had played the game themselves, that had taught him much of what he knows, were now trembling with the sobs of the one person that Quinn knew would always be cheering him on.

"Mommy, listen to me." Quinn said, his voice thick with emotion, "There's no one that gives hugs like you. There's no one who puts on rash cream like you. There's no one that makes chicken salad better than you. I may have learned all these things from you, but they can't have the mommy touch when I do them. I'll always need you."

Mommy took a deep breath and smiled at her boy. They hugged for a long time, then packed up their chicken salad. Quinn walked mommy to her room and patted her on the back, reminding her that she would always be his one and only mommy, no matter what happened.

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Chicken Salad Quinn Part 8

Other Parts: Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7

an: sorry I haven't been posting much lately, life's been pretty hectic. I'm going to try and post more over the summer let me know if y'all got any requests!

Heart racing, cheeks blushing, hands shaking, Quinn could only look at one person in the entire arena. Why was Yn here? How? Was she a fan? Did she know who he was from the get-go? He looked her up and down. A blues jersey. Damn.

"Girlypop, its your turn to shoot, so go! You are soooo not slaying right now" Petey says, ripping Quinn's gaze away from yn and back onto the goal. He hits the puck right in, and immediately gets an idea.

Surely yn would have to pay attention and notice him if he was the star player of this game. Right then, Quinn vowed to play his best game ever.

As the game started, the crowd was electric. But nothing was more electric that the racing beat of Quinn's heart. The fans all roared as the game started and the players began zipping around on the ice. Quinn quickly took control of the puck and raced to the other side of the rink. He glanced up at yn and saw her intently watching the game as her friend was screaming and cheering beside her. He smiled, the shot the puck. Bennington stopped it, but Quinn didn't even care. He was fired up and ready. Tonight he was going to shoot his shot both on the ice and after the game.

The game was insane, with both teams bringing their all. The score was tied 7-7 towards the end of the third period, and the crowd was roaring with excitement.

In the final moments of the game, Quinn made a daring rush towards the opposing team's goal. With a burst of speed, he deked past defenders and released a powerful shot that sailed into the top corner of the net. The arena erupted in thunderous applause.

But amidst the celebration, Quinn's eyes sought out Yn. When he found her, he flashed a triumphant smile, his eyes reflecting a mix of exhilaration and hope. Yn beamed back at him, her excitement evident, and she clapped and cheered louder than anyone else.

Quinn felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment, knowing he had not only helped his team secure a victory but also caught Yn's attention. As the game came to a close and the players began to leave the ice, Quinn couldn't wait to find Yn in the crowd, eager to strike up a conversation and see where their newfound connection might lead.

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Chicken Salad Quinn Pt. 5

Other Parts: Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4

While on his way to Chicken Salad Chick, Quinn worries about whether this chicken salad will hold him over until mommies next shipment and more importantly, whether it will be good enough to get him through this game.

Walking through the doors, Quinn is immediately overwhelmed by the sights and smells of Chicken Salad Chick. There's so much going on, so many colors, so many different options. Quinn's world is spinning.

He contemplates whether or not he should stay when he overhears those 4 special words.

Before Quinn can even realize what he was doing, he's walking over to their table. As he nears, the girl stops talking and looks up at him, kindly smiling despite her confusion.

"It's a chicken salad", someone says, a girl a few tables over.

The world seems to slow down as his sights focus in on her. She's sitting with a friend and they're laughing as they eat their chicken salad.

"I'm so sorry, I hate to interrupt but I overheard you quoting that chicken salad tiktok-"

Her friend interrupts Quinn, "Oh my god yeah, she says that like all the time!" and they both bust out laughing. Quinn joins in on the laughter but really all he can think about is how quickly he is falling for this girl.

"Um, did you need something?" She says, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"Oh uh yeah, sorry. I'm Quinn, and I've never been here before. I really need some chicken salad before my hockey game tonight and I don't know what to get," Quinn admits, worrying that she'll judge him.

Instead of a disgusted look, a thoughtful one takes up her face. She taps her fork to her chin for a second before looking back up at him.

"The Classic Carol is definitely a good one for your first time. I think you'll really like it!" She beams. "Oh and I'm y/n"

"Well thanks y/n, I better go order" Quinn gives her a half smile and goes to order. He gets the combo meal and gets an extra scoop as his side, obviously.

By the time he returns with his chicken salad, y/n and her friend are already gone. He deflates, shoulders sagging as a frown takes over his face. He really wanted to get her number.

He sits down and takes a bite of the chicken salad. As the flavors fill his mouth, he has to hold back a little moan. He really needed this chicken salad.

It may not be mommies, but it sure will get the job done. Now the only problem is that Quinn can't get y/n off his mind.

AN: omg wow we finally get to meet y/n! Isn't this exciting?! Do we think huggy will ever see her again?

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Chicken Salad Quinn Pt. 4

Other parts: Pt. 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

Quinn Hughes woke up in a different bed than usual. It was the bed in his hotel room, the Four Season in St. Louis, MO. Tonight, the Canucks would be taking on the Blues and Quinn was so ready.

He sprung out of bed, excited to get his day going. He rushed down to the lobby, where he knew a package would be there waiting for him.

Mommy had sent a batch of chicken salad to the hotel so that Quinn could be ready for the game tonight. She knew if he didn't have some chicken salad on game days that he would inevitably lose the game. It really seemed to have an effect on his gameplay.

Retrieving the box from the front desk, Quinn sprinted back to his room, eager to open the bad boy up. As he set the box on the counter in his room, he felt a sudden wave of doubt, guilt, and even embarrassment. Was there something wrong with him? Why did he have such a love for chicken salad?

He went to sit at the desk in his room to contemplate if this was wrong. It couldn't be, because it felt so right. Right?

Quinn sat at his desk, staring longingly at the container of chicken salad on the kitchen counter. He had been thinking about it all morning, unable to focus on his work or anything else for that matter. The creamy mixture of chicken, mayonnaise, and spices was all he could think about.

He knew it was an unhealthy obsession, but he couldn't help himself. Chicken salad was his everything, his one true love. He had it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and sometimes even as a midnight snack. He had tried to cut back, to find other foods to enjoy, but nothing could compare to the satisfying taste of chicken salad.

As he reached for the container, his hand shook with anticipation. He lifted the lid and inhaled deeply, taking in the aroma of the fresh chicken and spices. His mouth watered as he dipped his spoon into the creamy mixture and brought it to his lips.

But as he took a bite, something felt off. The chicken tasted a little slimy, and the mayonnaise seemed a little sour. Suddenly, he realized what had happened: the shipment had gone bad.

He put down the container and took a deep breath. It would all be okay. Wouldn't it? He started to breath heavily as the panic set in.

This was a big game tonight. He always lost without his daily chicken salad. One glance at the clock and he knew he didn't have enough time to make some as he had to get to practice.

He started to cry, dumping the shipment of mommy's chicken salad into the garbage. He called mommy, sobbing, as he didn't know what to do.

Mommy told him to do some breathing exercises while she looked up where he could find some last minute chicken salad. She came across a place called Chicken Salad Chick, and venmoed him $10 to go and get some. With a shaky breath, Quinn left the hotel room. He felt more desperate and vulnerable now than he ever had before. He really hoped this place would be ok.

....to be continued....

AN: wow poor quinny. Huggys really going through it.

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Chicken Salad Quinn Pt. 6

Other Parts: Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5

Now that Quinn has had his chicken salad fix, it's time to get ready for the game. However, during practice that day, Quinn can't seem to focus. The chicken salad helped him in saying up and energized, but his mind is just somewhere else.

"Dude, you good? You seem really distracted," One of Quinn teammates, Kuzy, says.

Quinn shrugs his shoulders. "I guess it could be this girl I saw today at Chicken Salad Chick"

"NO WAY, HUGGY BEAR HAS A CRUSH??" Kuzy yells. The whole team swarms over, surrounding Quinn and asking questions.

Quinn rolls his eyes as he sits on the bench, the team standing in front of him expectantly, waiting for him to give up some details.

"Spill the tea, sis!!" says Elias Pettersson.

"Alright, alright," Quinn says, giving a slight smirk, "Well, her name is y/n..."

After telling the boys about y/n, they get back to practicing and Quinn seems to be doing a bit better, but he still can't get her off of his mind. That and his next bowl of creamy chicken salad obviously.

As the game approached, Quinn sat in the locker room by himself before his teammates came in.

Quinn Hughes sat in front of his locker, lacing up his skates as he prepared for the big game. But his mind was elsewhere - he couldn't stop thinking about his favorite food, chicken salad.

As he tightened the laces on his skates, he pictured the creamy mayonnaise, the tender chunks of chicken, the crisp celery, and the squish of the grapes against his tongue. He could practically taste it already.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He needed to focus on the game ahead, not his next meal. But as he stood up, his eyes fell on the container of leftover chicken salad sitting on the shelf above his locker, and he couldn't resist.

He reached up and grabbed the container, opening it up and taking a deep breath of the delicious aroma. As he scooped a forkful of the salad into his mouth, he closed his eyes in pleasure. This was what he lived for.

Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him and spun around, startled. But it was just Elias Pettersson, walking into the locker room. Quinn quickly stuffed the container of chicken salad back onto the shelf, hoping Elias hadn't noticed.

"Hey, Quinn," Elias said with a grin. "Ready to slay out there?"

Quinn nodded, trying to act nonchalant. But all he could think about was how badly he wanted to finish that container of chicken salad. He could feel his mouth watering at the thought.

As the rest of the team filled the locker room, Quinn couldn't help but steal a glance back at the container of chicken salad. The team knew about his obsession. Hell, they even sometimes called him chicken salad Quinn. But it still felt weird for him to devour this bowl with them watching. It was too intimate. Maybe if they won, he would reward himself with another bowl later.

As he stepped out onto the ice for warmups, he felt his stomach tighten. And no, it wasn't from the chicken salad.

It was because once again, now that Quinn's pregame chicken salad was out of the way, all he could think about was y/n.

He kept missing his practice shots because all her could picture was her lips, muttering those sweet, sweet words.

"It's a chicken salad"

He ran into his teammate as the image replayed in his mind over and over again.

"Dude, you have to get it together." he said to Quinn.

Quinn sighed, skating past the glass and looking at all the blues fans already filling the stands. Just as he was about to turn away to try another shot on the goal, he saw her.

Y/N was at the game.

AN: OMG this is so crazyyyy what a coincidence. What do we think will happen??

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Quinn and his Chicken Salad pt. 2

Other Parts: Pt. 1

Quinn Hughes has always been a huge fan of chicken salad. Ever since his mommy made it for him for school lunch, he's been hooked. One day when scrolling through tiktok, he came across an audio that really tickled his fancy.

"It's a chicken salad"

He felt something stirring from deep within.

Yes. This is the one. He thought. He added it to his saved folder and tried to go about his day, but his mind just kept going back to that video. The woman being interviewed about her lunch seemed to just get him like no one else did.

He fell asleep that night listening to the audio over and over again.

Chicken Salad

AN: Hope you enjoyed lmk if y'all got any requests

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Quinn and his Chicken Salad pt. 3

Other Parts: Pt. 1 Pt. 2

The Hughes brothers have been reunited for the summer at their Michigan lake house. Excited to see each other and catch up, they waste no time making their way down to the dock to spend some time on the boat.

"Nothing like crackin one open with the boys" Jack says, sipping on his ice cold bev. Luke pouts, as he is underage and his brothers won't let him partake in the drinking festivities. He must drink juice boxes.

Opening the cooler, Quinn grabs another drink along with his favorite snack, some chicken salad. Jack quirks an eyebrow. This is a bit odd.

"Bro, why you got so much chicken salad?" Jack inquires.

Quinn simply replies with his favorite and most used phrase. "It's a chicken salad" he says, putting a finger up to his mouth.

"Dawg, I knew you always liked chicken salad but I didn't know it was this intense," Luke says, side-eyeing the cooler.

Jack sniffs the chicken salad. "Is this mommy's secret chicken salad recipe?" He asks.

"Obviously. It's my favorite. I have her mail me some every week when I'm in Vancouver. The boys on the team have started calling me Chicken Salad Quinn, heh," Quinn giggles a bit. Jack and Luke look at each other, then back at Quinn.

"You're a freak!" Jack says. Quinn lowers his eyes to the cooler full of chicken salad. He visibly deflates, his shoulders sagging. "I know," he says, "But I just can't stop. It's just a part of who I am."

Luke puts a reassuring hand on Quinn's shoulder. "Don't worry huggy bear, we accept you for who you are, no matter what. We're the Hughes brothers and we have to stick together.

Quinn wipes a tear away from his eye. "Thanks Luke."

Jack gives Quinn a hug. "I'm sorry for lashing out. Maybe I need to be more open minded. Give me some of that chicken salad."

Quinn breaks out into an uncharacteristically large smile. He scoops out some chicken salad for Jack and Luke, and they all eat it together while watching the sun set over the lake.

Things may not always be perfect in the Hughes household, but they sure do know how to lift each other up.

AN: wow this one brought a tear to my eye. Ideas for pt 4?

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Quinn and his Chicken Salad pt. 1

There's nothing Quinn Hughes enjoys more than his post-practice chicken salad. He enjoys it so much that his teammates have given him a new nickname: Chicken Salad Quinn.

AN: y'all want a pt 2?

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Chicken Salad Quinn pt. 7

Other Parts: Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6

Y/N was enjoying her favorite meal, chicken salad, with her friend at chicken salad chick. Her friend, Stacy, rolled her eyes as Y/N moaned into her bite of Classic Carol.

Y/n glared at Stacy. It was only fair that they stopped at y/n's favorite restaurant for dinner since Stacy was dragging her to a stupid sports game. What was it again? Hockey? Ugh, all they did was slap around a piece of rubber with a stick. Anyone could do that.

"C'mon y/n, this is gonna be fun! Think of all the cute guys..." Stacy teased. Y/n rolled her eyes. She did NOT like sweaty men who thought they were the shit just because they could skate around on some ice.

"I bet none of them even know my favorite quote," y/n said, "It's a chicken salad." She began to laugh when she was interrupted by the most handsome man she had ever seen.

"I'm so sorry, I hate to interrupt but I overheard you quoting that chicken salad tiktok-" He said before Stacy interjected, "Oh my god yeah, she says that like all the time!!" And then she busted out laughing. Y/n giggled too, because it was true. It was just such a catchy quote.

Y/n looks up and the man is laughing too. He's so cute, she realized. "Um...is there something I can help you with?" Y/n bit her lip as she looked up at him. Real smooth, y/n. Way to flirt with him.

The man asked for a recommendation on what to get, and y/n told him to get the Classic Carol, obviously. As he left to go order, Stacy check the time on her phone.

"Shit, we're gonna be late to the game! We have to go now."

"But wait, I wanna get that guys number!" Y/n stammered, before Stacy grabbed y/n by the arm and dragged her out of the store and into the car.

Pouting because she wasn't able to talk to the cute guy anymore, y/n turned on her favorite song, which was obviously a Harry Styles song.

Stacy rolled her eyes. "Y/n, first off, stop pouting. Second, Taylor Swift is soooo much better than Harry Styles."

"You're already making me go to this stupid game, don't bash the music choice."

They made it to the arena with just enough time to spare. The Enterprise Center was packed with fans, almost everyone sporting a Blues jersey.

Stacy dragged y/n down to the glass. They weren't going to be late for the game, no, they had plenty of time before that started. They were going to be late to see them practice beforehand. Music started blasting over the speakers as hockey players sped out onto the ice.

Despite not liking hockey, y/n felt her heart begin to race. They looked like sharks circling in the water. The adrenaline from the pounding base and the screaming fans was enough to make anyone get excited.

Then, y/n saw him. The guy from Chicken Salad Chick was right there on the ice, wearing number 43.

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