#mykhailo mudryk

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The lads going out for sushi 💙🍣

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fake texts³ ໒꒰ ´ ` ⑅ ꒱

part one. part two.

💌ྀ part three has arrived loves ! ᨳ(. ˘ ³(´ ˘ . ). i enjoy making these sm, they're so fun. also, is it bad that i still believe in murdyk ??? lmk if i'm cancelled 😞.

[glimmerofawesome]

[kvaradonaa]

[masnmount]

Ben Chilwell and Mykhailo Mudryk swap shirts post match

England vs Ukraine - 26.03.2023

[doinggreat]

JOÃO FÉLIX Chelsea - West Ham United | Premier League (February 11th, 2023)

[stadiumgods]

mykhailo mudryk

[danndelio]

Is he real?

[raphoupix]

Mykhailo Mudryk - Chelsea FC v. Inter Milan - Friendly game

[mindenerwa]

your honour, I love them 💙

[pernillecfcw]

A lovely win last night for the blues🖤🩷

[luvsfootball]

biggest supporter - mykhailo mudryk.

requested by - anon.

request - could i request something cute with mudryk where you’re the team’s photographer please?

“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.

+

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?

+

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.’

[glimmerofawesome]

[carefreefc]

this love >>>>>>

[fanfiction-collection]

Chelsea's punk-themed 24/25 3rd kit

[dumpitos]

pode fazer girls icons + mykhailo mudryk headers?