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Lionel Messi y Guillermo Ochoa se dan cuenta que las fans hacen historias de ellos siendo pareja.

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Ochoa Headcannons!

Always make goals for you when he's in the game

In public he would always hold your hand and whisper sweet nothings into your ear and showing people that your his

He would always say "I love you so much Amor" "You Amor are a one of a kind...I'll always love you forever"

Your kisses are his weakness everytime you kiss him on his lips,neck,hand, etc, he would immediately become so flustered

He always liked when you played with his curls and always tell him "your curls are so beautiful amor"

Whenever you would go to any of his practices,he would always liked to show off for you and whenever he makes a goal he points at you,indicating that he made it for you only

Guillermo wasn't a jealous man, he knew you are extremely beautiful so when you went to his games he wasn't suprised when men were drooling over you but after the game he would whisper into your ear "your mine Amor and I'm yours"

Whenever you guys are alone,he notices you get so easily nervous under his gaze and especially when you two are standing him looking down at you

You and Guillermo never gotten into any fights cause he was so understanding and gentle with you

And you were also gentle with him,you two were both very shy people and kept to themselves and yes, communicating was a problem at first but then after awhile you two loved talking to eachother and could talk for hours and hours

Whenever your sick,he would care for you until you felt better and yes you would tell him your independent but he just keeps taking care of you

"Amor please, I'm fine..I can take care of myself and I don't want you sick"

"Its fine,just let me take care of you...I don't like when your sick"

You knew he was right so you just let him have his way and you smiled at him

"Thank you Amor"

Whenever he comes home injured, he tries to hide it because he knows how much you worry for him then you start stressing and he hates when your stressed out because of him but eventually you end up finding out

"Guillermo why won't you tell me when you get injured..love just please tell me next time please"

"Im...sorry Y/n..I just don't want you worring about me and stressing, I'm sorry Amor"

"Guillermo you know....I love you right?"

"Always"

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Helllo!! I hope you guys liked these headcannons of ochoa 🤭 but I'll probably make more"

dizzydistress

Marriage

Tonight, was probably one of the biggest celebrations of Memo’s life, he was the best man at Chicharito’s wedding. The whole night was drinks after drinks as you and Memo danced your feet off on the dance floor. It didn’t hit you how drunk he really was until 2 am. The only reason you knew was because of how emotional he was getting. Every time he looked at you, his eyes would well up with tears and he would boast to everyone near you about how he was going to marry you and how you were the future mother of his future children.

“Con cuidado mi amor, no more.” You said sweetly, reaching for the thousandth cup of wine he poured himself. He quickly downed it before you could take it away. You sighed, realizing it was time to head home.

“(Y/N), I love you soooooo muchh. I would die without you. I never felt that way about anyone.” He confessed his love for you for the millionth time tonight. He began to sloppily caress your face, tears streaming down his face. You smiled at him, getting butterflies in your stomach.

“I know, I love you too. Now, let’s get ready to go home.” You say pecking his lips. You call a cab as two of his friends help transfer him from the venue into the cab. You sit next to him and buckle him in as his head is thrusted back on the seat. He looks almost dead. You close the cab door when suddenly,

“¡ADIOS MIS AMIGOS!” He leapt up into action, frantically waving goodbye at the remaining guests at the wedding. You giggle as he begins to blow kisses at them. The whole cab ride home is just filled with him slurring words that made absolutely no sense. When you arrived, it took you about an hour to get inside. You practically had to drag him up the steps and into your shared home.

“Weeeee!” He cheered weakly with eyes closed as you continued to drag him into the bathroom. You don’t know how but you managed to sit him up on the toilet. He kept dozing off as you brushed your teeth and removed your makeup. You got a wet paper towel and gently cleaned his face. He sluggishly pointed at his mouth, indicating he too wanted to brush his teeth. So, you brushed his teeth for him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said with a mouth full of toothpaste. You smiled as you continued to brush his teeth.

At this point, he was slightly more sober, and it was easier to bring him into the bedroom. You gently removed his shoes and socks. You slipped off his suit and you left him in just his boxers. You began to remove your clothes too and he watched you quietly. You tucked him into bed, making sure he was on his side before heading off to the light switch.

“(Y/N)?” You heard him ask lazily. You turn around.

“Yes?” You asked, your fingers pinching the top of the light switch.

“If I asked you to marry me, would you?” He asked, almost fearful of what your answer would be.

“I would be a fool not to.”

These football players literally pulled me out of a months’ worth of writer’s block in just a few hours.