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Game day-Morgan Rogers

pairing: dad!Morgan x Myles Rogers

a yawn left Morgan as he walked toward Myles’ room, quietly opening it he was met with the sight of Myles sprawled out on the bed, sheets nearly off the bed, hair wildly sticking out in every direction as he gently nudged the boy

“c’mon buddy it’s time for school” he said softly

“i don’ wanna” Myles said turning away

“that’s not how that works buddy” Morgan sighs “c’mon Myles”

“please daddy” Myles begs “i wanna spend the day with you”

Morgan nearly holds his ground but the big, shiny brown puppy dog eyes looking up at him break him faster than any defence could

“will you at least brush your teeth?” he sighs

“yes!” Myles celebrates jumping out of bed

“wait!” he calls out for Myles “this stays between us though, no telling mummy”

“promise!” Myles salutes

“go on” Morgan nods toward the bathroom

while Myles brushes his teeth, Morgan quickly makes the bed, deciding on ordering in a breakfast instead of cooking as the pyjama clad Rogers boys make their way to the kitchen

“which club?” Morgan asks throwing the controller in Myles’ direction

“which ever one beats you” Myles shrugs smugly

“oh you are so going down” Morgan laughs

“that’s you old man”’Myles trash talks back

the clubs are picked and teams are chosen and the Fifa game commences, the boys going back and goth between clubs and Morgan slightly forfeiting games to let Myles dunk on him but teaching him a tough lesson in the next. The hours of the day tick on, the door softly opening and closing as you set your suitcase down

“Morgan” you say crossing your arms

“hey baby” he says before double taking “BABE?”

“Mommy!” Myles yells

the game is paused

both boys looking at you like you had spawned out of thin air

“baby i- he-

“you know what” you sigh “just turn the volume down”

they watch you walk up the stairs, disappearing down the hallway before looking at each other

“mummy’s mad at us isn’t she?” Myles asked

“probably” Morgan said “but we’ll make it up to her”

“how daddy?” Myles asked

“leave that to me” Morgan smirks “where’s the food?”

“oh snap” Myles sighs

“we left it outside didn’t we?” Morgan sighs rubbing his temple “too much winning will do this”

“i beat you more times daddy”

“you did not!” Morgan argues “i literally-

“VOLUME!” you yell out

pairing: husband!Sesko x wife!reader

note: i’m struggling to think of Sesko outside of an ex husband that’s still in love with you…

Benjamin felt physically unable to peel his eyes off of you, the bonfire cast a soft, orange hue onto the side of your face as you laughed along with the rest of the group. You sat snuggled on a beanbag, legs intertwined under the soft blanket, your hand in Benjamin’s as he played with your wedding ring

“if you stare at her more she might burst into flames my friend” Manuel laughed

“love sick” Diogo laughed

“he’s newly married you two leave him alone” Bruno laughs

the tips of Benjamin’s ears turn red from the embarrassment of being caught so vulnerably and openly loving you, burying his face in your shoulder to hide

“oh you guys leave him alone” Bruno’s wife laughs

“you act like you’ve never been in this stage before” you poke back

“oh i have been” Diogo says “shameslessly so, i was a lovesick puppy”

“he had to go to practice one time and didn’t want to get out of bed so he ended up missing it to stay with me” his wife outs

“you said you were sick!” Bruno yells

“i was” Diogo shrugs “lovesick”

“in no position to be making remarks” Benjamin finally fires

the group laughs, conversation swiftly moving on before everyone starts calling bedtime

“don’t stay out too late you two” Bruno throws out

“yes dad” you yell back

you finally turn to face your husband whose eyes are already on you, your palm finds his cheek, softly stroking his cheek

“stop looking at me like that” you say softly

“like what?” he replies

“like i hung the moon and the stars” you whisper pecking him

“because you did that and more” he replies “you gave me a reason to live, to push, to keep making you proud, you support me even when i don’t think i’ve done anything to deserve it”

“you loving me as i am is enough” you say

“and i’ll never stop loving you” he says kissing your palm

“even if i was an ant?” you quirk earning a laugh from your husband

pairing: dad!Malo x mom!reader x Gusto twins

note: i miss my husband so much💔💔💔

the Gusto house buzzes with life and voices, Malo’s brothers and best friend having arrived hours earlier to help Malo prepare some footage for an instagram post and curate some events he had been invited to. Moon sat next to Malo, silently looking around the room and wanting nothing more than his fathers presence while Milo bounced about between the noise downstairs and the calm of upstairs.

“that basketball event is next week will you make it?” Malo asked his brother

“gotta check in with my schedule but nothing i can remember is stopping me” he said adjusting the blanket

“will there be cameras?” his other brother asked

“probably” Malo shrugs “heard a bunch of footballers should be there with plus ones i assume”

“wouldn’t you prefer to take the missus?” his older brother asked

“unfortunately there’s no one to take care of these rascals then” your voice breaks the conversation

Malo turns toward the stairs, just in time as you sashay down. A deep red dress adorning you, the lace details move with every step of the red bottoms he had gifted you a month ago for your anniversary complimented swiftly by the gold jewellery you’d selected that catches the house lights along with your wedding stack.

Malo feels the words die on his tongue the minute he’s greeted by the mixed scent of coconut, caramel and vanilla.

“mama” Moon’s voice whines out breaking Malo from his trans

“mama is going out Moonie” you say softly brushing his curls from his forehead to give him a kiss there, your gloss leaving a shiney print

“out??” Malo exclaims “where!?”

“somewhere” you say matter of factly “i need to get away from the testosterone and being a mom”

“take my card-

“already got” you smile showing the small purse in your hand

“you brat” Malo smirks pinching you “call me so i can fetch you”

“mmh” you hum

Malo puckers his lips, earning a giggle from you as you distribute pecks amongst your boys

“and mine?” his brother asks

“i’ll skin you alive” Malo grits out throwing Moon’s toy car at him

“see now you’re upsetting my nephew” he laughs gesturing at Moon’s frown

“okay bye boys” you yell out trotting out the door

Malo’s eyes stay on the large door, a part of him wishing everyone would disappear, and he could have you to himself.

“she’s gonna come back” his older brother says as if reading his mind

“you look like a puppy whose been left at home” his best friend laughs

“you look like Milo when he can’t eat soap” his other brother says with a laugh

“oh shut up” Malo sighs rolling his eyes

“Dada” Milo says clumsily climbing onto the couch, he hands Malo a tube of your lipstick, probably given to him when he needed to be distracted

“mama’s lipstick” Malo says

“try not to sound so sad saying that” Malo’s brother coughs

“okay everybody out” Malo claps standing up

he closes his laptop, ushering the guys out of the house who mumble something about him being pussy and love struck.

“okay” Malo exhales “we watch movie?”

“mama movie!” Milo yells out referring to the home video you had made documenting your pregnancy

“Moonie?” Malo asks

“cuddle” Moonie says lifting his arms

Malo dims the light, throwing the blanket over the three of them and tucking it into the boys sides as the home video plays, from the first ultra sound, through the moments of nausea, and the emotional roller coaster of the first trimester

“we are 27 weeks along” your voice rings, the camera showing your large belly

“Milo and Moonie!” Moonie says pointing at the TV

“you were in there” Malo smiles softly remembering how you’d always complain about how big you felt

“dada” Milo says “mama swallow Moon and Milo?”

“no” Malo says carefully “A fairy saw that mommy and daddy love each other and gave us you two”

“two?” Moon asks holding up two fingers

“because we love each other so so much one wasn’t enough” Malo explains

the twins seem to accept that, your home film ending and the twins demanding Happy Feet after, which plays all of 30 minutes before both twins are sound asleep, snuggled up against Malo like a personal heater and pillow

pairing: dad!Hugo x Hakim

the AXA training facilities hummed with conversation amongst the Liverpool players, the occasional laugh and name being yelled out across the room slightly startled Hakimi, but he quickly grew accustomed to it as Curtis distracted him with the cut up fruit and omelette the chef ladies had so kindly made him.

Hugo sat at the coffee bar, conversation deep yet humorous between himself and Virgil, who gave him small tips he had acquired when his kids were Hakimi’s age, making sure to stay in Hakimi’s line of vision allowing himself to engage in conversation but also keep an eye on his son.

“you can’t have that one” Curtis said softly moving his coffee cup from Hakim who threw his hands up in frustration

“maybe he’s a bit thirsty, Sherry’s omelettes tend to be on the dry side” Jeremy joked

“thought i was the only one” Curtis adds

“don’t let her hear you” Milos laughs tilting the bottle of water toward Hakim who turned his head

“here you go” Hugo taps Curtis, a warm bottle in his hands “all good here?”

Hakim looks up at his dad, a smile spreading across his face, displaying his toothless gums to everyone who coos as he reaches and claps for his dad

“let uncle Curtis feed you buba” Hugo smiles softly at Hakim who throws his arms up in demand to be picked up

“alright” Hugo says picking him up, the bottle finding his hands and feeding Hakim automatically

Hakim latches onto the bottle, chubby hands fisting the bottle almost while his big brown eyes look over his father, from the blond curls to his nose and lips, all the way to the goatee on his chin. Calmness enveloping him along with the scent and warmth of familiarity

“if you’d told me 2 seasons ago that i would be watching Hugo feed and put his off spring to sleep i would have laughed at you” Jeremy says

“he was very unserious back then” Florian adds “look at him now, feeding and burping like he’s been doing it for years”

“marriage and fatherhood will do that to you” Virgil adds

the men keep their eyes on Hakim, whose own are fighting the weight of sleep as a yawn leaves him and he nudges the bottle away

“i think someone’s sleepy” Jeremy whispers

“no shit” Curtis says

“don’t swear in front of the baby” Virgil hissed swatting at his arm

Hakim nuzzles himself into Hugo’s chest, his tiny hand fisting his shirt as if he’d disappear in his sleep

excitement-Marc Bernal

pairing: dad!Marc x mom!reader x Marcelo Bernal

summary: the excitment of the treble win has baby Bernal doing something special

note: 😭i hope i did this right, i’m lowkey on a block of hell

the pacifier sat snug between Marcelo’s gums, his big brown eyes looking around the massive Camp Nou stadium, its bright lights and even busier field catching his attention. You walked slowly onto the turf, looking around for Marc and adjusting Marcelo on your hip carefully as not to shake him.

Marcelo found his dad amongst the celebrations before you could, dropping the pacifier and letting out a scream of excitement as he kicked about, almost frustrated that his legs didn’t work how he wanted

“someone’s excited to see his dad” Mikky laughed falling into step with you

“he saw him this morning” you laugh

“that’s too long in baby time” Mikky laughs

“amorcito” Marc’s deep voice reaches

“i’ll leave you two too it” Mikky winks

you turn to Marc, the sweat and league win bounces off the lights of the stadium, a wide smile creates creases along his eyes as he opens his arms wide

“i’m so proud of you” you smile lovingly, Marc pulling you into a kiss and hug that almost squishes Marcelo between you both

“everything i do is for you two” Marc smiles softly earning a kiss on the cheek from you “speaking of”

Marc takes the LaLiga medal off his neck, slowly sliding it onto you, taking a step back to admire the sight as Marcelo takes the golden object and slides it between his gums, gnawing on it

“not for consumption bebé” Marc laughs softly

Marcelo not liking the tug of the toy from his lips lets out a shout of protest, swatting his dads hand from him

“just let him” you laugh softly

“Bernal!” Lamine yells “photo!”

“coming” Marc yells back jogging toward the youngsters

not a fan of the distance, Marcelo kicks around, his face contorting in almost pain, you watch as his chest huffs up and down, almost bottling a scream before he opens his mouth

“PA!” Marcelo yells with all his might

“oh my God” you breath in disbelief “Marc!”

“did he just-

“yes!” you exclaim bouncing Marcelo “you said your first word!”

“Amor-

“PA!”’Marcelo yells once more, grabby hands coming out for Marc who stands frozen

“did he just-

“oh my God someone get that on camera?” Gavi asks

“i did” Lamine says showing you the footage

“Mi nino just said his first word!” Marc yells throwing Marcelo into the air, catching him and showering his chubby cheeks in kisses

“pa” Marcelo says softly now grabbing at Marc’s face

“yes bebe!” Marc smiles “that’s me, i’m your pa”

“i think i’m gonna cry” Lamine says showing

“baby can we have one?” Gavi yells out

“i love you” you smile at Marc “gave me the best thing in my life, a family”

Marc smiles back at you, kissing you deeply

“pa” Marcelo whines out

“oh boy, it’s not gonna stop” you laugh

I could cry honestly because these boys are NOWHERE near finished grieving for Diogo and then having to play a season straight away without him.

THEN Mo and Robbo leaving

I can understand him so much

based on this request

WHEN GOING TO the races you couldn’t have imagined you would end up here. It was supposed to be a fun day out with your friends, something fancier than what any of you were used to. You wanted to get drunk and gamble, maybe admire some of the attractive gentlemen wandering around. You weren’t in search of a boyfriend, or a date for that matter, yet here you were sitting at a table waiting for someone to join you. 

The girl had come out of nowhere, with her cameraman and microphone, shoving it in your face. All she asked was if you were single and interested in meeting someone. Of course your friends pushed you to say yes. What was the worst that could happen? 

THE YIN TO HIS YANG

THE CANES ARE IN THE STANLEY CUP FINALS, BABY!!!! (sorry this took so long, i fear i was in a bit of a slump lol i hope you enjoy, idk if i did this prompt justice)

THE GREAT PLAYOFF BLURB EVENT

you had been nursing the same drink since you had sat down earlier in the afternoon. the one free afternoon before the finals offically started, someone decided to have a large barbecue.

Description - You love your personal space, so does alfie!

You cook up some pasta for Alfie, taking it into his streaming room where he’s hunched over his computer even though he’s not streaming, setting it on the desk for him. He doesn’t look up at you, locked in on his game.

You ruffle his hair and turn to leave the room. Only to be stopped by Alfie’s arm around your waist, he pulls you back into his lap and buries his face in your neck. His arms squeeze you against him.

“Stay with me…” he mumbles, his facial hair scratching your skin a little.

“Alfie!” You giggle and hold onto his arms, “I need to go eat…”

“Go get your food, quick!” Alfie chuckles and stands you up, patting your bum as you walk away. You giggle and hurry to the kitchen, grabbing your bowl of pasta and heading back to the room.

“Get back here you little tart…” Alfie holds his hands out and pulls you into his lap again.

You sit on his lap and eat your food as you watch him play his video games, trying to ignore the lip smacking that’s right in your ear.