featuring: memo ochoa x fem reader (y/n)
tags: heavy angst, established relationship, f!reader x memo, sports, comforting
July 5, 2026 Mexico vs England
round of 16 in the world cup
after england had their 2 back to back goals
the stadium had little to no time to recover from the first one.
y/n believed in Mexico even harder.
there was still those last eleven minutes added
y/n clapped until her hands were red
she cheered on for her husband until her voice was practically gone
the stadium shouted: “ ¡Vamos, México!”
y/n didn’t stop cheering along
because she knew if those players could keep running
she could keep believing.
memo sat on the sidelines
a final whistle had never sounded this loud in memos life.
memo took this moment in.
his teammates put their all into this game
his teammates covering their faces in defeat
the whole team shed tears
memos teammates noticed him
his last time being on a soccer field.
England fans bursting with high energy
that final whistle silenced a dream that every player on Mexico’s national team had
y/n didn’t move a single bit from her seat
y/n simply stared at the field.
she stared at the men in green.
she stared at her husband.
y/n’s mind immediately thought of the match on June 24, 2026
leading the team to their victory, 3-0 against Czech Republic
some fans covered their faces
while memo sat on the sidelines
y/n felt something tighten in her throat after seeing memo like that
that feeling when you want to burst into tears..
y/n couldn’t do that, not now
y/n wiped her tears, staying supportive for her husband.
This wasn’t just a heartbreak..
Television cameras were all facing towards the Mexico players
you could see the looks on the players faces
the cameras lingering around the field
still focusing on mexico’s team.
the camera found him, the retiring legend
on the big screens in the field
you can see him crying and hugging his teammates.
standing in the middle of the field by himself
admiring his last time being on a field
specifically, memo stared at his hands.
the hands that spent decades blocking impossible shots.
he shed a few tears again.
waving goodbye to the people still in the crowd
her heart feeling shattered all over again.
not because memo was crying
but because this was the end of his career
memos teammates went over to him again
all taking turns hugging him all over again.
a circle of green jerseys surrounding the legend, the man who spent years blocking impossible shots.
his only comfort after a game
everything memo had poured into playing soccer
was pouring right back into him.
y/n shed a couple tears again
not the version of her that was crying and falling apart
but the version of her that could put him back together
and make him feel better.
the stadium slowly emptied
some Mexico fans didn’t leave
because they weren’t ready to say goodbye.
the stadium was quiet now
the Mexico team ready to leave
y/n made her way down to the corridor beneath the stadium
she knew this moment by heart..
sometimes celebrating a victory
sometimes laughing over a save memo did
the walk down the hallway felt insanely long
fifa staff passed by her with solemn smiles
some recognized her right away.
y/n exhaled slowly and patiently.
she waited outside of the locker room
behind those doors she could hear muffled voices talking
occasionally hearing sniffles
the sound of lockers opening and closing
how could you comfort someone who’s saying goodbye to the only life they have ever known?
she couldn’t think of an answer
one by one, players started exiting the locker room
being as supportive as she can during this hard time
one player remained inside
y/n’s heart was rapidly pounding
memo stepped out of the locker room..
his Mexico tracksuit zipped up halfway
his duffel bag lazily hanging off one shoulder
his curls still wet from sweat
then she pulled him into a hug
memo let out a huge breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.
his duffel bag landing softly on the floor
his arms wrapped around her tight
memo buried his face into her shoulder
for a couple seconds nothing happened
a quiet sob escaped his mouth
he didn’t even try to hide it anymore.
y/n pressed her lips together trying to stay strong for him
one hand gently moving through his damp curls
those two simple words were enough
“mi equipo y yo, nos esforzamos muchísimo..”
“my team and i, we tried so hard..”
she pulled back from the hug just enough to see him
his cheeks stained with tears
y/n reached up and wiped them away with her thumb
“tu equipo, hizo todo lo posible.”
“your team, they did their best.”
“yo se, simplemente es difícil..”
“i know, it’s just hard..”
y/n took his hands into hers
the feeling of those familiar hands that had worn goalkeeper gloves for most of his life
the hands she’s holding had
these are the same hands she held even after defeats.
these are the hands y/n had promised to hold for the rest of her life.
“tan solo piensa en lo lejos que han llegado tú y tu equipo.”
“just think about how far you and your team have come.”
she said with a faint smile.
a tear had escaped y/n’s eye before she could even stop it.
memo immediately noticed the tear
he brushed it away with his thumb.
y/n immediately shook her head
a shaky laugh had escaped her
“me prometí que no iba a llorar delante de ti.”
“I promised myself I wasn’t going to cry infront of you.”
that put the smallest smile on memos face
it left as quickly as it appeared.
that was more than enough for y/n.
sorry that it’s very long and sad 💔
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