#a good and lovely canuck

[mingi-bubu]

How dare the men I like be cute about it

#nct 127 #mark lee #taeyong #lee taeyong #jellybean boy :] #markily #a good and lovely canuck #from instagram #jae.img

[highdefinitions]

i absolutely cannot stop thinking about this article this part makes me SICK

#to love is to admire as much as it is to envy. to be in the shadow of those who look up to you is the strangest thing. #i will NEVER write something as good at that EVER #quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes #vancover canucks #new jersey devils

[quintinh43]

Stressed Spelled Backward Is Desserts | Quinn Hughes

Summary: Quinn comes home to his girlfriend stress baking.

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

Warnings: Food, Flirting, Fluff, use of terms like baby, honey, love.

Notes: Hi guys!! Holy moly, I did not expect my last post to have so many interactions!! I'm glad yall liked it. Anyways, here's another one! If there's anything else yall think should go in warnings, please let me know! Also, I'm thinking of making a part 2 to this one, so if yall are interested, please let me know! I hope yall enjoyyy. Love Soph.

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Usually, the sound of the apartment door opening would be enough to draw your attention away from what you were doing and greet Quinn with a kiss at the door. Although with the music in the background, the consistent buzz of the stand mixer and the kitchen fan going, you didn't register it.

The first thing Quinn noticed was the smell. It smelt like sweet heaven. Cookies, maybe..? The second thing he noticed was all the different noises. The kitchen fan, the music, a weird buzzing, and what sounded like you mixing something in a metal bowl.

Quinn toed off his shoes, hung up his keys, and peaked into the kitchen cautiously. You were indeed mixing something in a metal bowl. That's when Quinn noticed the absolute massive amount of cookies spread out on the kitchen island. There must've been at least five different kinds.

He turned off the music, and as soon as he did, you whipped around and crashed into his chest, not expecting him to be so close. He grabbed your arms to stop you from stumbling backward.

"Hi," he smiles fondly, pecking you on the forehead.

"Hello," you grin, bumping your head against his chest in greeting.

"Whats all this?" He asks as you wriggle out of his arms to go back to mixing what Quinn assumes is icing or filling of some kind.

"I was stressed," you shrug, as if that explained it.

Quinn looks at you with a raised brow. He sits on the bar stool, shrugging off his suit jacket, loosening his tie and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt "That doesn't explain why it looks like a bakery threw up in our kitchen." He says, plucking a cookie off the plate.

He bites into it and resists the urge to moan out loud. It was still warm from the oven, and the chocolate was warm and melty. On the second bite, he actually moaned out loud because holy shit, there was caramel in the middle.

"You like it?" You giggle

"Mhmm," Quinn mumbles around a mouthful of cookie. You watch him lick chocolate off his thumb, and he gives you a wink that has you blushing.

"You still never answered my question, Love," Quinn says, eyes roaming to the next cookie he wanted to try.

"You've never heard of stress baking?" You ask, holding out a spoon of what looks like raspberry mush for him to try. He leans over the counter and lets you feed him. He smacks his lips together, making a sour face, and you laugh.

"Never in my life, but I think I like the concept." He says, snatching what looks like a white macadamia nut cookie off a cooling rack. "But still, what are we gonna do with all of these? There's no way we can eat this much cookies between the two of us. There must be at least five dozen!"

"Probably closer to eight dozen," you say sheepishly. As if on cue, the oven timer beeps. You don the oven mitts and pull another tray of cookies out of the oven.

Quinns eyes widen, "That's like...ninety-six cookies"

"One hundred and four actually"

"What? No? Eight by twelve -"

"Thirteen," you interrupt

"Love, a dozen is twelve." Quinn says, watching as you mix the raspberry lemon jam thing into cookie, another batch of cookie dough.

"A bakers dozen is thirteen." Quinn's eyes go wide.

"Damn. I don't know if I should be concerned about what's causing you so much stress or if I should start stressing you out once in a while for the sake of some dessert." He jokes.

"Oh honey, you don't have to stress me out, to bake for you. I will bake you whatever you want whenever you want. All you gotta do is ask." You pause in thought for a moment "and maybe fuck me" you add with a mischievous grin.

Quinn grins leaning over the counter "baby i'll fuck you whenever you want, wherever you want, however you want, all you gotta do is ask."

You roll your eyes at him, unable to keep the smile off your face. "You wanna lick the spoon?" You ask, holding the jam spoon out to him.

"I wanna lick you," he grins, closing his lips over the spoon. A blush instantly rises to your cheeks, and you flick the end of the spoon that hangs out of his mouth. He groans as it clangs against his teeth, dropping it onto the counter as you laugh at him.

"Go change and come help me," you say, leaning over the counter to kiss him. He kisses you back happily "yes chef" he murmers against your lips.

He kisses you one more time before disappearing into the bedroom to change. He comes back out dressed in a black henly and grey sweats, with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.

If you hadn't just made over one hundred cookies, you'd be having Quinn as your snack because holy shit did he look fine. Damn you were lucky to have him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Quinn asks a little self conscious, as he dons the apron you hand him.

"I'm just thinking about how I'm so lucky to have you." You smile, standing on your tip toes to press a kiss to his lips. He wraps an arm around you, not letting you pull away. He tastes like raspberry. 

"I love you Y/n" he murmers against your lips with a grin.

"I love you too," you say, bumping your hip against his, "come on, these cookies aren't gonna shape themselves"

"So bossy." he chuckles, getting to work beside you. He stands close enough so that your hips and arms are brushing against each other as you work.

After a few hours, a flour fight, a couple dozen more cookies, a thorough scrubbing of the kitchen and a shower, you and Quinn lay on the couch with a half eaten plate of cookies infront of you.

"Y/n love, what are we gonna do with a hundred cookies?"

You sigh. That was a problem you'd been trying to solve for the past while. You couldn't very well throw them out. "Could we give them to the team?"

Quinn taps his chin in thought, "I don't want them to know how good of a baker my girl is, or they might try to steal you from me"

"Don't worry, they couldn't take me from you if they tried." You smile, pressing a kiss to chin,"but seriously, can we give them to the team?"

Quinn sighs dramatically. "Yes, I suppose we can. They are gonna have to do extra laps for them, though"

"Yay!" You jump up from the couch, dragging Quinn with you, to help box up all the cookies for him to take to practice later. After boxing up all the cookies and helping Quinn take them to his car, you kiss him goodbye and reluctantly go back to your studying.

As soon as you open your laptop, you sigh, remembering why you decided to bake a hundred cookies instead of work on this stupid shit. You text Quinn to have a good practice, and with that, you get back to work.

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Wc: 1.2k

#qh43 #quinn hughes #vancover canucks #stress baking #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl x y/n #nhl x you #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes x reader #captain quinn #baked goods #love soph

[larsnicklas]

you'd never guess, but this man has a goal and a primary assist in a 2-1 win tonight

#quinn hughes #vancouver canucks #canucks #nhl #nhledit #hockey #hockeyedit #meg.nucks #meg.gif #meg.all #he's really giving tim burton character in these idk #okay kids my eyes are killing me so i'm going to go close them. <3 good win good job love to get back in the win column

[barzyhughes]

admins so real for posting this

#if they really loved us they would’ve posted höglander or boeser but whatever #quinn looks so good it’s kinda annoying #quinn hughes the man that you are #vancouver canucks #quinn hughes #elias pettersson #jt miller #thatcher demko

[jonasiegenthaler]

Quinn Hughes, Captain of the Vancouver Canucks.

As a family we're really happy for him. I think it's really well deserved. I think people probably look on the outside [and are like], 'Quinns a reserved, quiet guy.' But he's really focused. I think [Tocchet] said it, he did some really uncomfortable things, spoke up.

Once Bo left he was the guy that was talking in front of the media — which isn't easy, I watched Nico do the same thing, all those years when we were losing. I'm the first guy to take my gear off, like, 'Damn, that was a bad game.' Nico has to sit in his stall and take questions he doesn't want to take, and Quinn had to do the same thing last year. I think he's a really well-liked guy in that locker room and obviously he's a guy that everyone on the team can connect with, you know, he's just a really good guy.

[Jack Hughes on 32 Thoughts]

#jack hughes #devils #quinn hughes #canucks #(in spirit) #i love hearing them talk about each other when it's about stuff that matters #it's so sincere it makes me happy #.txt #also jack's reference for a good captain being nico... #understandable yet also drives me a little insane

[kitnita]

the girls are in a silly, goofy mood — 2024 nhl all-star game — 02.03.24

#hockey #stars #canucks #dallas stars #vancouver canucks #elias pettersson #jake oettinger #let's all say thank you to thatcher demko for (probably) introducing these two. #we love to see two bitches hanging out & having a good time :) #z:edit

[seedlessmuffins]

oh to have your helmet lovingly cupped by your goalie after he gets a shutout to complete the 5th win of the road trip

#they're in love your honour #what the hell is that what they hell are they doing #you guys are in PUBLIC #ENOUGH OF THIS #they're so cute they look like theyre about to kiss #thatcher demko #conor garland #ive nicknamed them the no name ship (because there is no good name for them. probably because i made this ship up) #no name ship #love thy goalie #canucks posting #canucks #vancouver canucks

[stromer]

watching a montage of the canucks playing like their lives depend on it with sweet caroline blasting through the arena in the background. cinema

#than k you sportsnet #love a good white woman jam while my hockey team goes crazy #like. why are these men good??? i'm still struggling to accept that they are in fact Goated. #i used to pray for times like this (last year)... these men are insane! #i saw a podz diving save in slomo and got chills down my spine chat is this normal #canucks lb

[yappyappyapp]

mornings

john lennon x reader

(era: teddy boy? or any era you would like.)

warnings: NO MATURE CONTENT, fluff, pet names?

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john cursed silently as he accidentally put his hand onto the hot pan to feel if it was warm enough to start the eggs. it was. he was too focused on the burning sensation that he didn’t acknowledge you, his lovely girlfriend of 2 years, padding down the stairs, until you wrapped your arms around his torso.

“hey, baby.” you sleepily mumbled into his shoulder blades, he was still wearing his pyjamas. john was a morning person, very cautious to get to bed ON TIME and out of bed exactly at 7:30am on weekends (6:30am on weekdays.).

“the bloody pan was two hot!” he cried out, turning around and shoving his hand into your face, which you sleepily looked over.

“stop yer wining and stop vigorously moving yer hand so i can actually look at it!” you exclaimed, gently taking hold of his wrist to inspect. you lead him over to the sink and ran cold water over the now red and irritated skin.

“you should know how to treat burns.” you smiled slightly at his piercing glare at the pan on the stove. you kissed his hand after a few minutes of running it under water, and brought out some gauze and carefully wrapped the skin.

“thanks, love.” he muttered, his nasally scouse accent is one of the things that made you fall head over heels for him, not that he was popular, or any such things like that. you ruffled his messy chocolate brown hair.

you took over the cooking for now, as he watched the telly in the living room.

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(p.s, i had to re post this bc it was tagged as mature 😭😭)

#john lennon #the beatles #the beat generation #hockey #toronto maple leafs #mitch marner #hockey boys #quinn hughes #what am i doing #axl rose #nirvana #pls like #vancouver canucks #what the fuck #this is what makes us girls #fluff #morning sky #liveblogging #i love them so much it’s so crazy they are so hot and beautiful and good with kids total husband material for me omg ogmgog gogmfofm #yayyy #yayyyyy #yayayay #yay #yay me #like this

[mingi-bubu]

He is Boyfriendistic

#nct 127 #nct dream #nct #mark #mark lee #from instagram #video #a good and lovely canuck #*twirling my hair* hiiiii mark~♡ #mwah i am kissing him #jae.vid

[pacific-coast-hockey]

So yesterday I was at my ice skating class and I was talking to this woman who is new to the US/North America and new to watching hockey. She told me she'd been watching the NHL playoffs for the first time and rooting for Oilers because she enjoyed watching Connor McDavid. I said, oh, have you ever been to a Sharks or Barracuda game? Since you're local now? It's pretty affordable! And she said no, I've never been, are they fun? I said, Barracuda games are a lot of fun and very family friendly, you should totally come sometime! The level of play is, uh.....you know how Connor McDavid is poetic on ice and when you watch him play your breath gets taken away by the artistry and skill? Okay so imagine the complete opposite-

#someone: i love watching good high skill hockey by the greatest to ever play #me: oh cool! have you considered the exact opposite of that? #kaspershark.txt #she was like once me and my husband went to a canucks game in vancouver! i didn't know anything that was going on but it was amazing! #i was like oh. oh i'm so sorry...

[senditcolton]

10 brock boeser pls love!!!! <3

here you are my dear! angsty but also fluffy and i hope you love the combination!

Take my hand; my heart is yours until we meet again.

You always hated goodbyes.

You despised the mere sound of them: they always sounded so permanent. So, for years, you avoided saying goodbye. Instead, you always tried to keep it optimistic.

It wasn’t goodbye. It was “see you later” or “until tomorrow” or any iteration of the sort. Never anything as permanent as goodbye.

But the silence between you and Brock as he drove you down Vancouver streets felt more like a goodbye than any string of words you could even think to muster. Because that’s what this was; a goodbye. If not at this moment, it would be as soon as you arrived at the airport.

Your ticket in secured in your backpack as you watched the familiar sights of downtown Vancouver passed you by. This was a city you had called home for most of your life. This was a city that you knew like the back of your hand. This was a city that you loved. And you were leaving it behind.

If people were to ask you earlier in your life if you wanted to leave Vancouver, the answer would have been a resounding yes. It was a spirit within you that wanted to run away, explore the world, see what there was to offer. But that was before you met Brock. And now, leaving the city meant leaving Brock as well, which was something you soon learned that you never wanted to do.

Being with Brock soon became a perplexing puzzle, one you never expected to have to try and solve. Did you stay in the city that you had always wanted to leave because the love of your life was there? Or did you explore the world and experience all life had to offer, even if it meant leaving Brock behind?

You had wrestled with that question for months after establishing your relationship with Brock. The decision became even more insistent when you received an email from a university in the United States, offering you a fantastic scholarship to a master’s program that you had your eye on for a while. You had applied for it, still needing to make it through the application process and being accepted. You thought that you had a slim chance at being accepted and perhaps a rejection would help you answer the lingering questions.

However, you never got rejected. Instead, you received a congratulatory email a few weeks later and that was when the cloud of indecision turned into a thunderstorm. It took a while and no short amount of courage for you to finally you had sat down with Brock and laid all your cards on the table, hoping for advice or an empathetic ear.

That’s when he told you to leave Vancouver.

Not in a malicious way, like he saw your application as a betrayal. On the contrary, he was ecstatic when he learned about it, even more so than you were. At first, he didn’t understand the dilemma that you were currently stuck in. But when you explained it to him, that in your mind, moving to the States meant leaving him behind, his voice sobered instantly.

You had talked about long-distance. Hell, some might consider your relationship with him now as partially long distance, considering how much he travelled. But that was the thing that worked out for you two; he travelled and you stayed in the city where he would be for a majority of the year. It was a balance. You moving away disrupted that balance and although you could stomach through the distance between Brock and wherever the Canucks had to go for a game, there was no way you could handle trying to keep your relationship together when the only time you two would physically see each other was during the holidays and summer, at best.

You told Brock that you loved him.

He said he loved you too. But if the choice was being with him or living your life, he told you that he loved you too much to prevent you from pursuing your passions. After all, the only reason you two met was because he chased his dreams. He wasn’t going to deprive you of the experiences you could have chasing yours.

That was why he was driving you to the airport. That was why the silence weighed heavy between you two. That was why this was a goodbye.

The pit in your stomach grew as the exit sign for the airport appeared and it only worsened as Brock made his way into the large parking garage outside the airport. When the car stopped, you took your time unbuckling your seatbelt, sliding out of the car, and grabbing your suitcases; trying to delay the inevitable.

You move to see Brock waiting for you by the trunk of the car and he extends his hand to you, a small sad smile on his face. You return the expression, taking his hand in yours as you two walk into the airport.

Brock’s hand never leaves your, not when you check your bags, not when you located your departure gate on the screens and not even when you ride the escalator down towards security. It is only when you are standing right before the security line does Brock stop.

You turn to him and heave a small sigh, your face a broadcast of the emotions that were running through you.

“Well, I guess this is it,” you say.

“I guess so.”

“Thank you, for everything,” you begin, the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall. “You were the best thing in my life and I’m going to really miss you and –”

“Hey, hey,” Brock gently shushes you, his hands going up to cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing away the few stray tears that managed to escape. “Why are you acting like this is a goodbye?”

“Because it is,” you reply, the confusion seeping into your voice. Brock smiles in that soft way that always made your heart flutter, his head gently shaking.

“It’s not,” he whispers to you. “It might be the end of this part. But it’s not goodbye forever.” Brock pauses, looking into your eyes and you see the truth of his words reflected clearly back to you. You can’t stop the smile that appears on your face at the wonder of how you ever managed to find someone as incredible as him.

There is no stopping the force that pulls you to lift your face upwards, pulling him into a gentle kiss. Brock returns in kind, his hands still holding your fiercely as your arms wrap around his torso. You two break away from the kiss but only to pull each other closer into a comforting hug.

“I love you,” Brock continues, pressing gentle kisses onto the crown of your head. “I will always love you. And I will always be there for you if you ever need me. My heart is eternally yours.”

#nicole writes #trinity of terror prompt night #hello i am here to break your heart gently #you know me love a good bittersweet/hopeful ending #brock boeser blurb #brock boeser angst #vancouver canucks blurb #nhl blurb #hockey blurb

[larsnicklas]

[240403 van at ari] vancouver's jt miller takes a seat in the box after dropping the gloves in response to a hit on teammate elias pettersson

#jt miller #vancouver canucks #canucks #nhl #nhledit #hockey #hockeyedit #meg.nucks #meg.gif #meg.all #millsy wrists sighting TWO days in a row?? #what is it my birthday??? #also Hands..... #anyway this was very hot girl sexy of him to come flying to the defense of petey i loved that shit #did the fight go well. i mean. some would say no. #others (me) would say. he just never got a good grip. and the size matchup wasn't good. #and it's the thought that counts anyway!!! #pete you should [foghorn blares] about it

[barzyhughes]

the way they have a whole starting roster here

#i love this team #and they all look so good #like 6 canucks is actually wild #vancouver canucks #quinn hughes #elias pettersson #thatcher demko #elias lindholm #brock boeser #jt miller

[sergeifyodorov]

canucks are on your non-contenders list, aren't they. it's ok. we're having fun and dreaming of the cup being paraded down a rainy granville street, but deep down we know. we know.

They surely are but it's ok i love em <3

#also im pretty sure if it were me i wouldn't have put the 2019 st louis blues on the contenders list. #asks #like in my mind 'not a true contender' and '100% won't win the cup' are two different lists... #being a contender just kind of jacks up your chances #like. i wouldn't put money on the canucks. a couple bucks as a longshot Maybe. but it's all a matter of getting those looks! pucks in deep! #but anyway. endlessly gametheorizing your way through this isn't always The Way. sometimes u just gotta go 'im here 4 a good time' #i love endlessly gametheorizing but that's just my specific brand of the tism. i'm Also here 4 a good time tho #also through qhughes all things are possible write that down