Sports: Macklin Celebrini, Will Smith (hockey), William Eklund, Collin Graf, Michael Misa, Sam Dickinson, Ben Kindel, Gabe Perreault, Ryan Leonard, Sidney Crosby, Juraj Slafkovsky, Ivan Demidov, Ilia Malinin, Mikhail Shaidorov, Yuma Kagiyama, Maxim Naumov, Alysa Liu, Amber Glenn, Isabeau Levito
Kpop: Nct Wish, P1harmony, Cortis, &Team, Lngshot (not Louis he’s too young), Boynextdoor, Xdinary Heroes, Kickflip, TWS, Zerobaseone OT9
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what I will write: fluff, angst (comfort or not), suggestive situations, maybe smut, fem reader, nonbinary reader, SMAUs
what I won’t write: character death, smut/suggestiveness for underage characters, male reader (sorry I’m afab so I can’t write from a male pov)
please send in requests if u have a specific story u want me to write!
hi!! can you maybe do a pt 2 to my own worst enemy? like where he takes you on the date and ice cream after, maybe showing how the relationship evolved? just some fluff please!!💟
new perspective - Igor Chernyshov x reader
now playing: new perspective-panic! at the disco
warnings: swearing, cameo from big bro of the year Yaroslav, cute awkward teenager moments, set in the early 2000s
part two to my own worst enemy
Igor has never been so nervous in his life. All he’s doing is going to see a movie with you, but he feels like he’s skateboarding blindfolded in front of Tony Hawk.
“Yaro!” He yells down the hallway, pulling his older brother into his room.
“What do you want, Тупой?” His brother leans on the doorframe, his tattoos stretching over his bicep.
“What do I wear for seeing a girl?” Igor rummages through the clothes hanging in his closet. Endless hangers of band shirts and jeans stare back at him, nothing he thinks is good for going on a date. Yaroslav smirks at his brother.
“Dress nice, but not like stranger. Just look like how you normally do.” Igor nods, taking mental notes. “Wear black jeans I saw you steal from my room last week.” Yaro watches his brother’s shoulders deflate and snickers. “And a t shirt with long sleeve under.” Yaroslav walks over and ruffles Igor’s hair before leaving to let his brother get ready.
𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊
Walking up to the local Regal theater, Igor’s nerves have calmed a little. That is, until he sees you leaning against the outside windows and he swears his heart skips a beat. You look so beautiful in a black velvet dress with a white turtleneck layered underneath. Somehow, he’s managed to match outfits with you, some divine force working perfectly on his side. As if on cue, your head turns to him and a smile spreads on your lips.
“Hi Igor!” His hand pulls up into a wave before his brain can even think. He’s unsure if his mouth is hanging open, but judging by the way you giggle at him, he thinks it is.
“You look amazing.” He manages to mutter.
“Thanks, you look pretty sick too.” You look down at your Mary Janes, your cheeks turning red. You take a step towards him and hold out your hand. “Let’s go watch some gory shit.” He reluctantly links his fingers with yours and walks with you into the theater.
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Igor’s brave during the movie, not flinching at any of the blood or grabbing your arm when he got squeamish. Now, the two of you are walking through downtown towards the ice cream shop. Igor pushes the door open with the hand that isn’t holding yours, the bell above dinging as you step inside. The small shop is mostly empty, save for a an employee behind the counter, and three older looking boys taking up two tables of binders and papers strewn about.
“Guess we’re sitting outside.” He sighs, softly squeezing your hand as a sign of comfort. You both order and pay, staying hand in hand the whole time. By the time you’re finished with your ice cream, the sun has dipped behind the palm trees, casting a pink glow over the sky. Igor stares at your face with stars in his eyes, studying your features intently.
“Is there something on my face?” You question, grazing a hand over your lips.
“No, ‘m just thinking.” He replies, his voice slightly dreamy.
“What about?” Your breath catches. He looks down at where your hands are connected and you can see the pink blush creeping up his cheeks.
“You make me see life differently, I like it.” He shoves his free hand in his pocket, trying to seem as indifferent as possible, but you can tell he means what he says. “With you, I can slow down, and the world doesn’t seem as loud.” You stop in your tracks, turning to face the boy next to you.
“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” Your voice cracks slightly as you speak. He takes a step closer to you, and bites the corner of his lip.
“Can I, um-” He stutters, obviously asking if he can kiss you. You just pull him in by his shirt, pressing your lips to his. When you pull away his eyes are wide, and his cheeks are now fully flushed. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He blurts out, scratching the back of his neck.
“Of course Igor.” You smile and pull him back in for another kiss.
this is my official coming out as sapphic! I’m honestly not sure what I am but it’s okay. Labels aren’t really my thing, I just love who I love. For flags sake though, I do use the lesbian flag for pfps and accessories, because it’s really hard to find stuff with the sapphic flag. Happy pride month to my fellow queers and to the fandoms that help me feel safe. <3
hiii its my first time requesting smth! it would be great if you could write a mikhail shaidorov x f!reader where the reader is also a figure skater. they've been friends for quite a while now, and for the olympic gala she skates to 'love me back' by fromis9 as a way to indirectly confess to misha while also looking and pointing in his direction. he notices and after her program is finished he actually confesses to her <3
love me back - Mikhail Shaidorov x reader
now playing: love me back-fromis_9
warnings: implied that reader is from South Korea, friends to lovers, slight unrequited love, just cuteness, sorry it took me so long to write this I could not figure out where I wanted this to go
The second Mikhail won his gold medal, you knew exactly what you were going to do; finally confess your love for him at the figure skating gala. You know he might not love you back, but your heart doesn’t stop wanting him. You’ve been meticulously planning and practicing this performance, making sure your message is perfectly clear.
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The cheers are loud, and under any other circumstance, you would be terrified, but today, you feel weightless. The only person that matters to you right now is Mikhail. You pose cutely as the music starts, the bubbly instrumental spreading through the arena.
눈이 가 자꾸 왜 이래 Woo
조절이 안돼 이제 Oh no
왜 혼자서만 이래 복잡해져
You mouth the lyrics directly to the camera tracking your movements before going into an illusion, tapping the ice with your hand.
I know you love me back
You trace a heart with your fingers and tap your chest, doing a cute spin.
Maybe you don’t love me back.
The world around you blurs as you jump a triple toe. You land and skate around the perimeter of the ice as you shrug cheekily.
I just wanna fall in love.
You spin on the thin blade of your skate, lifting your leg into a needle spin.
차오르는 웃음이 번져가잖아 yeah
As the music comes to an end you lay down on the ice and kick your feet, a dreamy expression plastered on your face. Applause rushes down from the stands and you push yourself up to bow to the fans. Before you exit the ice, you blow a kiss towards Mikhail, who is standing at the boards with your friend Junhwan. At this gesture, the crowd roars even louder. As your adrenaline fades, you realize what you’ve done. You just told the world how much you love your best friend.
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You rush backstage, not wanting to face Mikhail right now. What if he never wants to talk to you again? What if he rejects you-
The thoughts swirling through your mind are stopped when you hear a soft voice from behind you.
“Y/n.” It’s unmistakably Misha. You could recognize his voice anywhere. You turn around reluctantly, scared to look at his face. He’s biting his lip, a little habit of his when he’s nervous.
“Hi Mikhail.” His brows furrow. You never call him that. You always call him Misha or baby panda.
“Tell me if I’m reading too far into this, but was that program meant for me?” You nod softly, your body unable to produce words. “Oh.” You can’t tell if he’s disappointed or not.
“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that, I probably just ruined everything.” You ramble, your voice shaking. He cuts you off before you can spiral more.
“You didn’t ruin anything.” Your brain stops working.
“Oh.”
“I like you too. I was just too scared to say anything because I thought it would destroy our relationship, but it turns out I had nothing to worry about.” He places a hand on your cheek, tilting your face towards him. “Can I kiss you?” He smiles, his braces glinting in the light. You nod, a matching smile forming on your face. He leans in and connects your lips. For a second it feels like the world around you disappears, the backstage area melting into a lovesick haze. He pulls away and you’re transported back to Milan. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
Every time someone I follow on tumblr follows me and we become mutuals, I get starstruck. Like, you enjoy my writing and wanna follow lil ol’ me? I feel so special.
espn and tnt keep praising him as a goalie, and they're going to keep doing this now that vgk are in the finals. I will never, and I mean NEVER, root for this awful man, no matter if he was acquitted. I wish whoever goes against them in the Stanley Cup Finals the best of luck, and the highest of blessings.
Even though I am a Habs fan, I will literally hop on the Carolina bandwagon if they make it to the next round, just because I refuse to support Vegas.
hi tumblr! I found this sjs signed puck while cleaning and I was wondering if any sharks super fans know what player this is signed by. I can’t read it and I got it from my uncle, who doesn’t remember who signed it. any help would be greatly appreciated!
warnings: miscommunication, underage drinking, swearing, mentions of crying, Sam is in LOVE
Letting a bunch of barely adults loose onto the Vegas Strip after a huge win probably wasn’t a great idea. But for some reason, the Sharks management team decided to do just that.
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So here you are, throwing back a shot of vodka in a dark club that you can’t even legally be at. Macklin’s been standing right next to you, somehow less wasted than you are.
“Mackie, you want another round?” You yell over your shoulder. You don’t get a response from him so you look around for the familiar brunette boy. He’s gone, must’ve disappeared into the hoard of people shoving and dancing around you.
Now that you think about it, none of the team is with you anymore. You squint through the purple led lights, scanning the room to find anyone you know.
Maybe it’s just because you’re drunk, but the club looks so much bigger than when you came in. You fumble around for your purse, grabbing your phone. It doesn’t turn on when you pick it up.
“Fuck.” You mumble. It’s dead. Now you’re lost in the club, and you have no way to communicate with your boyfriend or anyone else.
You push off from the bar, determined to find one of your friends. You shove through the crowd of strangers, searching for Sam. You’re over by the bathroom when you see Misa leaning on the wall.
“Mikey!” You yell, ecstatic to see a familiar face. He looks up at your voice, and you see him exhale.
“Jesus y/n, we’ve been looking for you.” He pulls you next to him. You furrow your eyebrows.
“What I’ve just been by the bar.” He blinks at you.
“You disappeared for half an hour. Dickie’s been trying to call you.” Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull. You didn’t think you were gone that long. You hold up your phone.
“My phone died.” Michael lets out a dry laugh and pulls out his phone, calling someone.
“I found her, we’re by the bathroom.” Judging by the noise on the other end of the phone, you can assume he’s talking to Sam. Less than a minute later, Sam and Cherny come speeding over. Sam’s face lights up as he sees you. He scoops you into a hug, holding you like you’re fragile.
“Baby I was so worried. Mack went to use the bathroom and when he came back, you were gone. We’ve been looking all over.” He squeezes you tightly, pressing kisses to your hair.
“I’m sorry, I guess the alcohol made me wander a little.” You frown a little as he tilts your head to look up at him.
“Don’t apologize baby, it’s not your fault.” He kisses your lips. Cherny clears his throat, the two of you pulling apart to look at him.
“Toff called while you were gone. Him and Mar take us back to the hotel. They don’t trust us to go alone.” You nod blearily, barely able to hear him over the blasting music.
“Where’re Will and Mack?” Your words slur together, all the alcohol in your system is finally getting to you.
“Outside. Mack started crying when you disappeared, he was convinced it was his fault. Will didn’t want him to get overwhelmed by the lights and shit, so they’re sitting on a curb.” Misa tells you, practically screaming to get the information to you. You nod and attempt to take a step towards the door, but your ankles immediately give out in your far too tall heels. Sam grabs you by the waist, preventing you from smacking your head on the floor.
“Let’s maybe not walk anymore tonight.” He scoops you up, bridal style, letting your feet rest for the first time tonight. He carries you through the sea of drunk people, Misa and Cherny following close behind you.
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Once you get outside the club you smack Sam on the arm, signaling for him to put you down. He places your feet on the hard concrete, stabilizing you enough to be able to stumble over to a crying Macklin. You yank the boy up into a hug, letting him cry onto your shoulder. You rub Macklin’s back and pet his hair.
“Mackie you weren’t the reason I wandered off, I promise.” Macklin sniffs.
“You sure?”
“Positive.” You smile and pat his shoulder. Sam smiles watching you comfort your best friend. He loves seeing you being so kind even though you’re almost shitfaced drunk. The dumb little smile on his face is wiped away when Will snickers at him.
“God you are so in love with her.” Will chirps, standing up from his spot on the curb.
“Shut up Will.” Sam snaps back, but in his head he knows that Will’s right. He is very in love with you.
watching Habs vs. Sabres game 7 felt like watching a Sharks hockey game. there’s a reason why they’re my two favorite teams; awesome very silly goalies, great young talents, some questionable defense at times, and games that spike my blood pressure. <3
