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arsonandhockey · 1 month

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a sticker pack of sabres

#my art tag #hockey #art #nhl #goalie #ukko pekka luukkonen #jeff skinner #rasmus dahlin #rip buffalo beauts

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sregnarkroywen · 2 months

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Ooh, piece of candy! | Eric Comrie Mic'd Up

#look at me posting nhl stuff! shocking #but eric is so funny and underrated #this whole thing is 9 freaking minutes long but so cool #eric comrie #ukko pekka luukkonen #buffalo sabres #sabres #nhl #goalie love!!!!

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appleberrycenter · 18 days

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It’s my birthday 🥳 to celly here are some of my fav things

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#so hard not to only put juraj #habs #montreal canadiens #juraj slafkovsky #slafko #juraj slafkovský #loml #arber xhekaj #cole caufield #nick suzuki #ukko pekka luukkonen #ukko-pekka luukkonen #twice #am34 #mm16 #sidney crosby #I only like mm and am not the other leafs or leafs in general

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snorky · 2 months

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Can I request some more UPL imagines?? There is not enough of love for him on here 💕💕

Seeing The Smile On Your Face Makes Me Believe That You're A Saint

Hey y’all and hello to the lovely requester! I hope you all are doing good and well, living life to what you can make it. Thank you to the lovely requester for the request about some love for Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen. I decided to make it short and sweet, full of comforting fluff, especially if you are sick or feeling unwell. I hope you all enjoy this fic, and remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: None

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Sitting on the living room couch, or rather laying down, they clutched a pillow against their stomach, eyes watery and breaths shaky. Their body seemed to not tolerate anything, a stomach bug, a cold, and a migraine was a recipe for disaster.

The front door opened, and the sound of shuffling feet along with ruffling grocery bags could be heard, followed by the sound of the door closing.

Quickly, it was replaced with the sound of the bags being gently set on the ground, and soft footsteps towards them. “Sweetheart?”

“Hmmph?” they mumbled into their pillow, head pressed against it.

Ukko walked over to the front of the couch, sitting down on the ground in front of them. “How are you feeling, lovey?” He placed a gentle hand on their shoulder, rubbing it soothingly.

“I don’t know.” Turning over to face him, they saw his concerned, yet sweet expression that could only be described as devotion and love. “Everything hurts,” they added. “Head, shoulders, knees, and toes and all.” A small chuckle escaped their lips as they pointed to where it hurt or felt uncomfortable.

He laughed with them, placing a light kiss on their temple as he stood up. “I’m going to get you one of my hoodies, get you a little more comfortable.”

His footsteps could be heard echoing down the hallway, hardwood floors creaking slightly. A few moments later, he came back into the living room, holding one of his Sabres Hockey hoodies in his hand.

Reaching out to accept the hoodie, they gave him a sweet smile. “Thank you, angel,”

“Of course, anything for you,” he comforted, placing a kiss on their head before he sat down on the couch along with them.

They both remained there in comfortable silence for a short while, with him resting his eyes as he leaned back on the couch while they had their face buried within the pillows and blankets.

He opened his eyes, staring at it for a bit before turning his attention to them.

“I’ll make us some warm soup for dinner, okay?”

They sat up, adjusting themselves before attempting to get up, but were quickly stopped by Ukko’s gentle hand against their shoulder. “Wait, but—”

“I’ll be making dinner, you don’t have to worry about it.” He placed another soft kiss against their temple, and then got up from the couch. “Just relax for me, I’ll try to keep the noise down in the kitchen.”

Their eyes almost teared up from how considerate he was when it came to them feeling ill or any sort of abnormal, and to say he was an angel described the bare minimum of how he treated them.

Cozying up under the blanket, they slowly started to feel a little more tired by each minute, eyelids becoming more heavy. The rest of the afternoon became a slight blur to them, the exhaustion mixed with the sickness.

Ukko was in the kitchen, pot simmering hearty chicken broth on the stove while he was dicing some carrots on a cutting board. Aromas of sweet familiarity and tenderness seemed to fill the house, a gentle reminder of how cozy the home was.

An hour later, the soup was finished, and the sun had fallen past the horizon. The stars were out in the night sky, and it had settled into a calmed quietness.

He wiped his hands on his strawberry print apron, a gift from them, and then grabbed a ladle, pouring the warm soup into a bowl for them to eat. Faint humming could be heard coming from him, a nostalgic Finnish tune that seemed to be stuck in his head.

“Honey?” Bringing the soup to the living room carefully, he set it down on the coffee table before leaning down to where they lay on the couch, brushing their hair gently away from their face. “Are you feeling better?”

Slowly waking up, they nodded their head slightly to his question, causing his mouth to upturn into a soft smile.

Ukko helped them sit upright carefully, adjusting the pillows and blankets as needed. Although silence remained between the both of them, the presence of comfort and love were there in the purest form.

He handed the bowl of soup to them, making sure that it cooled down sufficiently before letting them hold it.

The warmth of the bowl was pleasant in their hands, the perfect golden temperature that seemed like a mini-heating pack, and as they took a sip of the broth, it flowed smoothly down their throat, soothing the discomfort that was previously there.

“Eat too, Upie,” they spoke hoarsely, looking at him warmly despite their tired eyes. “You need to eat as well.”

He let out a small chuckle, smiling at their loving concern for him. “I will honey, in a bit,”

They placed a hand on the side of his face, caressing it gently. “Please?”

“Alright, alright,” he blushed, walking towards the kitchen to get a bowl of soup for himself.

Despite his broad frame and stature, he was a major softie, far from intimidating, and always treating them with the highest standards that warmed their heart and soul. He was angelic and ethereal, and yet so human.

After a minute or so, he came back from the kitchen, a bowl of hot soup in his hands. Walking over to the couch, he placed his bowl down on the coffee table before getting comfortable and cozy on the couch alongside them.

The rest of the night was spent with the both of them in comfortable silence in the soft golden glow of the living room light, enjoying the soup as it warmed their stomachs, and each other’s presence as it warmed their hearts under the comfy blankets.

#nhl #hockey #nhl hockey #nhl writing #nhl fic #hockey imagine #hockey fic #buffalo sabres #ukko pekka luukkonen fic #ukko pekka luukkonen #ukko pekka luukkonen x reader #ukko pekka luukkonen imagine

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thingsmk1120sayz · 5 months

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#hockey #ukko pekka luukkonen #Kyle Okposo #sabres #buffalo sabres

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somuchf4rstardust · 7 months

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readingbythestreetlights · 6 months

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pov: you’re slowly educating your sister about the nhl

aka: yeah some hockey names are hard to spell, but they're not THAT hard to spell 😭😭 (+some extra silly tidbits!!)

just calls him johnny hockey now because she cannot, for the life of her, figure out how to spell gaudreau 😭😭

let's not even talk about the sean monahan misspelling. or tchuck. especially tchuck.

she’s lowkey not wrong but she didn’t have to do my man clayton keller like that 💀💀

talking about his number 💀💀

mind you she played hockey for like 16 years of her life…

love recruiting a geno fan!! 🫡🫡

i— too much going on here

she was a rangers fan growing up…

she was trying to remember steve yzerman’s name and this is what she came up with 💀💀

HUGE jeff skinner fan, as is her right. often calls him jeffy

her vs the name gaudreau

gaudreau: 5

my sister: 0

somehow she knows how to spell quite possibly the most difficult name in the league? but not a single other one?

but she is a sabres convert; very proud of her for that

i don’t even know why she said this 😭😭 didn’t even know she knew who he was 😭😭 also she wasn’t being sarcastic???? about jeff carter being her goat???? she meant this???? whaaat