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#Mykhailo Mudryk
glimmerofawesome · 6 months
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stadiumgods · 1 month
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mykhailo mudryk
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masnmount · 1 year
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Ben Chilwell and Mykhailo Mudryk swap shirts post match
England vs Ukraine - 26.03.2023
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mindenerwa · 10 months
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your honour, I love them 💙
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luvsfootball · 6 months
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biggest supporter - mykhailo mudryk.
requested by - anon.
request - could i request something cute with mudryk where you’re the team’s photographer please?
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“you don’t have to hang around with me, you know?”
mykhailo looked up from one of the new camera’s you had and chuckled before saying, “i want to.”
perhaps it was because you were ukrainien also or because he liked you. he wasn’t sure on that. but he was sure that he loved spending time with you.
“you should be in training.” you shook your head at the blonde haired boy, who only sighed and jumped off the desk. “when will i see you next?”
he handed you your bag, which is what he was helping you pack before you left. “i’m in next week on matchday, so then.”
mykhailo wished he could see you before then but he was too scared to ask you out. the thought of you saying no was constantly on his mind so he didn’t have the courage to ask.
“i’ll walk you to the front,” he offered and you smiled at him, both of you walking in a comfortable silence to the exit.
waving you off, mykhailo was unable to hide the smile on his face. a hand on his bicep pulled him out of his trance and he turned to see enzo.
“she likes you too, you know?”
he scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “she’s never even made it obvious to me.”
“well it’s obvious to the rest of us.”
mykhailo didn’t believe him but during training, nicolas, reece and levi told him that enzo was telling the truth. you liked him and he should do something about it.
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there was a lot of pressure on mykhailo to score.
his performances on the pitch hadn’t been good and he was noticing the criticism from fans and commentators.
you were sat on the staff bench with your camera out, snapping photos for social media when mykhailo walked over to you.
“mykhailo, it’s nearly kick off.”
“do you think i’m bad?”
you were stunned at how sudden his words were and you shushed him immediately. “don’t think bad things about yourself.”
“that didn’t answer my question.”
“well, i think you’re amazing. just because you’ve not scored goals doesn’t mean you’re bad.”
mykhailo seemed to be satisfied and he left you, leaving you confused. why would he want your input?
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he scored.
he finally did it.
it felt like he was on cloud nine when he put it in the back of the net, hearing the cheers of the fans and seeing the smiles on their faces.
but the best part was your reaction.
mykhailo noticed you jumping up and down, immediately looking for you after scoring. everyone was surrounding him, giving him positive words.
all he wanted was the match to end so he could see you.
and when it did and they got three points, he didn’t even bother going to the changing rooms. mykhailo set out to find you.
he knew immediately after an away game, the photographers would go back to their cars and upload the photos to their computer, emailing them to the managers.
spotting your car, he knocked on the window, seeing you jump a little but noticing that it was only him.
you unlocked the doors and he got into the passenger seat, practically high from the adrenaline.
“congratulations,” you squealed, pulling him into a hug. for mykhailo, this was like heaven. your scent was like home.
“that was for you.”
he noticed the faint blush on your cheeks and nearly blushed himself before seeing your computer screen. “wow, are these what you took?”
“oh, yeah. do you like them?”
moving the mouse, you clicked between the different photos before landing on one of him.
“can you send me that one?”
nodding, you took your memory stick out of the laptop and packed everything away into your bag, shoving it into the back seat.
“well, i should probably get going,” you nervously chuckled, mykhailo nodding when he realised he hadn’t even changed out of his kit.
“yeah, i’ll see you soon.”
but before he left the car, he paused for a second and turned to face you again. “i’m going to wash this top and give it to you.”
“me, why?”
your eyebrows screwed up as you examined him, as if he was crazy. “but don’t you want to keep it? you were wearing it whilst scoring your first goal.”
“it’s technically not my first goal for the club, so i’m not really bothered.”
you grinned at him, suddenly feeling rather closer to him than usual. “can i kiss you?” his voice went octaves lower as he asked for permission, and you nodded before his lips met your’s.
and when you went home that night, memories to remember for a lifetime, you noticed he had posted the photo on instagram.
the caption read ‘for my biggest supporter.’
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dumpitos · 3 months
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pode fazer girls icons + mykhailo mudryk headers?
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thatbrightblueshine · 7 months
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the touch. important to me.
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pernillecfcw · 9 months
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Game 2 won & done 💙
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glimmerofawesome · 7 months
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carefreefc · 6 months
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this love >>>>>>
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stadiumgods · 3 months
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mykhailo mudryk
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muncedes · 4 months
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chelsea’s future
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Keep the blue flag flying high 💙
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luvsfootball · 6 months
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tastes like home - mykhailo mudryk.
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it wasn’t that he hated coffee.
mykhailo loved his sleep and he felt like coffee ruined his strict schedule.
but ever since enzo had introduced him to a small café near his house, mykhailo had been addicted to it.
his order was different every time. it ranged from coffees and tea, to vanilla muffins or gingerbread men.
you were one of the baristas there who always happened to be on the till when he came in at night before bed.
“what can i get you today?” you asked, whispering a little due to the young mother and her baby in the corner who was sleeping soundly.
he scanned the rack of sweet treats to see what special things were on today and he stopped at the honey cake.
back home, his mother used to make a honey cake every week for him so when he saw it, he knew he had to have it.
“um, can i get a honey cake and a coffee please?”
“to go, or do you want to sit in?”
“to go, please.”
mykhailo didn’t really like sitting in places like this. even though he was a footballer, he wasn’t really self-confident enough to do so.
he found himself watching as you expertly made the drink like you’d probably done thousands of times.
“here you go.” he was cut out of his little spell with you holding his items out to him and he took them and gave you a short smile, leaving the café.
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he decided to sit in this time.
it was about half an hour before closing time so there was no one inside other than him and you, who was doing the closing shift alone.
you were wiping the tables down when he decided to ask you the question he had wondering since the other day.
“who makes the cakes?”
looking up, you shrugged lightly whilst grabbing his plate with your free hands. “the owner usually, but i help when she’s not around.”
“that honey cake the other day was very nice. it reminded me of home.”
you knew he wasn’t from around here due to the accent, but you didn’t expect him to tell you he was from ukraine.
“what are you doing in england?”
“i work here.”
he was surprised you didn’t even know who he was, but it made him feel a lot better that there was one less person to judge him.
looking at your name tag, he wondered how he’d never noticed it before. y/n. it suited you.
when you left to go and put his plate in the dishwasher, mykhailo stood from his seat with his money. “here, keep the change.”
it was an extra ten pounds. you couldn’t. “no. it’s too much, please take it back.”
mykhailo smiled when he saw you following behind him through the reflection of the glass, so he turned to stop.
“how about you keep it and we go on a date sometime?”
“a-a what?”
it was enzo that had convinced him to finally ask. he had been speaking about you since he started going to the café and enzo was eager to see you both together.
“a date. you and me, anywhere you want,” he smirked at you. you forgot all about his change and you took a step backwards.
mykhailo thought he had done something wrong and perhaps made you uncomfortable, but you didn’t tell him to leave you alone.
instead, you grabbed a honey cake that you had been making to keep you busy, placing a slice in a bag for him.
“i’ll think about it,” you shrugged. mykhailo laughed, taking the bag with a curt nod. “okay, well let me know what you think tomorrow.”
when he left, you already knew what you were going to say.
but enzo’s words ran through your head which made you let out a giggle when closing up.
‘make him sweat for a little bit. he killed me in some game the other day and i want to get one back at him.’
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mindenerwa · 6 months
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Levi 🥺
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ne0nic0ns · 1 year
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Football Memes - Chelsea vs Real Madrid
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