#guillermo ochoa

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Going Out At 12 AM Prank

Summary: You decided to prank your boyfriend and see how he would react to you leaving late at night.

A/N: Prank inspired by @chriskeverian on TikTok. My Request Are Open. Please Follow, Like, And Reblog.

Lamine Yamal -

Lamine was half asleep on the couch when he heard your bedroom door open. At first he didn’t pay attention but then he looked up. And immediately sat straight up. You were fully dressed with your hair and makeup done. And in a cute outfit with a matching purse. You looked like a goddess but then he checked the time seeing it just struck midnight.

“…Amor where are you going?” You looked at your phone casually. “Oh, I’m going out.” “Out?” “Yeah.” Lamine checked the clock again and seeing its 12:03 AM. His brain visibly stopped working.

“OUT WHERE?” You shrugged. “Just meeting someone.” The silence was deafening. “Someone?”“Yeah.” Lamine immediately stood up. “Who is this someone?” You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing.

His eyes narrowed then he spotted your phone recording. “…You’re annoying sometimes.” You burst out laughing hugging Lamine as he wrapped his arms around you. “I almost had a heart attack.”

Pedri -

You called out to Pedri from the bathroom saying you were about to head out. Pedri looked up from his book then looked at you. And he looked at the clock and back at you.

“Why are you dressed like that?” You smiled innocently.“I told you I’m going out.” “Now?” “Yep.” Pedri blinked.“It’s midnight.” “I know.” “Well are you meeting anyone or are you going to be alone?” You pretended to think. “Hm.” Pedri immediately closed his book.

“Don’t do that.” “Do what?” “Don’t ‘hm’ me.” You laughed and his suspicion grew. “You’re filming this.”You failed to hide your smile and Pedri sighed.

“I knew it.” Then he grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the couch. “Sit down.”

Gavi -

The moment Gavi saw you he froze. You looked absolutely amazing which was the problem because it was midnight.

“Where are you going?” “Out.” “No.” “No?” “No.” You stared and stared right back at you. Which was hard because you tried not to laugh.

Gavi pointed toward the window. “Do you not see how dark it is outside?” “Yes.” “Then why are you dressed like that?” You immediately lost it and Gavi groaned.

“You’re pranking me.” “Maybe.” “I knew it.” He absolutely did not.

Joao Félix -

Joao was scrolling through his phone when you walked into the room. His jaw dropped as you stood infront of looking gorgeous. Then his brain processed the time and he saw it was 12:01 AM.

“Meu bem?” “Yeah?” “Where are you going?” You picked up your purse. “Out.” Joao frowned.

“With who?” “A friend.” “A friend?” “Yes.” He just stared at you while you put on your heels. Then João stood up.

“No.” You laughed. “What do you mean no?” “I mean no.” “You can’t tell me no.” “I can when it’s midnight and you’re looking like that.”

You couldn’t even finish the prank because you were laughing too hard. Let’s just say Joao just dragged you into bed with him.

Richard Ríos -

Richard looked genuinely confused. He wasn’t angry or jealous just simply confused.

“Did I forget something?” “What?” “A party?” “No.” “A birthday?” “No mi amor.” You laughed a bit. He looked at your outfit then at the clock.

“Then why are you dressed like that?” “I’m going out.”“Oh.” A pause. “Wait.” You started laughing. “You’re setting me up.” “How?” “There’s no way this is real.”And he was absolutely correct.

Kylian Mbappe -

Kylian immediately noticed the second you walked downstairs. “Princesse.” You smiled. “What?” “You look beautiful.” “Awe thank you.”

Then he looked at the clock. And he could see it was 12:07 AM. The compliments now disappearing from his mind.

“Where are you going?” “Out.” His eyes narrowed.“Out?.” “Yes.” “At midnight?” “Yes.” “Without me?”

You nodded and Kylian stood up. “No.” You burst out laughing. “No because now I know this is a prank.”“How?” “Because if you were actually going somewhere, I’d already know.”

And is Kylian wrong here? No, no he is not.

Virgil van Dijk -

Virgil was too calm it was suspicious. He was lying down on the bed as you walked onto the room. You were fully dressed and ready to go.

“Hey.” Virgil looked up. “Hi.” “I’m heading out.” “Okay.”You froze. “Okay?” “Yeah.” You blinked. “You’re not gonna ask where?” “No.” “What if it’s dangerous?”“You’ll tell me if it’s dangerous.”

You just stared at him laying down eyes still on the tv. The prank was failing miserably then Virgil smiled. “You’ve been standing there waiting for me to react for thirty seconds.” He laughed at your surprised reaction.

“I got you.” As he laughed pulling you into bed with him.

Memo Ochoa -

Memo looked up from the kitchen with his coffee nearly hitting the floor.

“Wow.” You smiled. “Wow?” “You look beautiful.” You grinned as you picked up your purse.

“I’m heading out.” Memo checked the clock then checked it again. Because he was believing you were leaving at 12:04 AM.

“…No you’re not.” You almost laughed. “Yes I am.” “No.”“Why not?” “Because it’s midnight.” “So?” Memo crossed his arms. “So where are you going?”

“Out.” “With who?” “A friend.” Memo immediately looked offended. “A friend gets to see you looking like that at midnight and I don’t?” You burst out laughing and the realization hit him.

His eyes narrowed. “You really scared me.” “Got you.”Memo shook his head while laughing. Then pulled you into a hug.

“For the record, you do look very cute.” “Thank you.” “But if you ever do that again, I’m checking your purse first.” You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your phone.

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♪ ₊ ⊹Armando González x Reader ⊹ ₊ ♪

Reader accidentally walks into the wrong hotel room

(Reader, Hormiga)

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You weren’t paying attention.

Headphones in. Phone in hand. Scrolling.

You tapped the keycard without even looking at the number.

Beep.

Door opens.

You walk in like it’s yours.

“Finally…” you mumble, kicking the door shut behind you, still looking at your phone.

“I swear if they messed up my reservation—”

You drop your bag.

Take off one headphone

And that’s when you hear the bathroom door open.

You look up.

Freeze.

Because standing there

Fresh out of the shower.

Still dripping.

In just a towel.

Is some guy you’ve never seen before.

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You scream a little.

“¡PERDÓN!”

You spin around instantly, covering your eyes.

“¡LO SIENTO—ME EQUIVOQUÉ DE CUARTO!”

You rush toward the door

But

“¿Qué haces?”

His voice is annoyed.

Like actually annoyed.

You stop, confused.

“…¿Salir?” you say, still turned around.

“Porque estás claramente—en tu cuarto—”

“Este es mi cuarto,” he says, sharper now.

You turn a little, frowning.

“Pues sí, por eso me voy—”

“Entonces ¿por qué entraste como si fuera tu casa?”

You blink.

“…Porque pensé que era mi cuarto.”

He scoffs slightly, running a hand through his wet hair.

Clearly irritated.

“Genial.”

There’s a pause.

You both look around.

Then at each other.

Then back around again.

“…¿Qué número te dieron?” you ask.

He squints at you. “¿Qué?”

“Tu cuarto. ¿Qué número?”

“—No sé, el que me dieron.”

You stare at him.

“¿No lo revisaste?”

He gives you a look.

“…¿Tú sí?”

You slowly pull your keycard out.

Flip it.

Look at the number.

Pause.

“…No.”

He lets out a breath, already losing patience.

“Perfecto.”

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Now you’re both standing there.

In silence.

Trying to figure it out.

Him still in a towel.

You awkwardly standing near the door.

Then suddenly

He looks at you again.

Really looks.

Eyes narrowing slightly.

And something shifts.

A small smirk.

“…¿No me reconoces?” he asks.

You blink.

“…¿De qué?”

He pauses.

The confidence cracks just a little.

“…Nada.”

You tilt your head, genuinely confused.

“¿Eres… de aquí o algo?”

He lets out a short, disbelieving laugh.

Now he’s a little annoyed and offended.

“Increíble.”

You shrug.

“Perdón, traigo audífonos, no estoy viendo mucho—”

“Sí, ya vi.”

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Before either of you can keep arguing

A knock.

Loud.

Then the door opens without waiting.

The room fills instantly.

Noise. Laughter. Chaos.

The whole Chivas team is in the room.

“¡ARMANDOO—!”

They stop.

Because of you.

Standing there.

In the room.

With him.

Still in a towel.

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You freeze.

He reacts fast.

Grabs your wrist lightly

And pulls you down to sit on the bed next to him.

“Siéntate,” he mutters quickly under his breath.

You don’t even argue.

Just sit.

Because honestly??

This is already too much.

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“…¿Y ella?” one of them asks.

You immediately grab your phone again.

Put one headphone back in.

Start scrolling.

No eye contact.

No involvement.

“Qué intensos…” you mumble quietly.

Armando runs a hand over his face, thinking fast.

“Es… amiga,” he says.

You don’t look up.

“Sí,” you add casually.

“Cálmense.”

That only makes it worse.

“¿Amiga?”

“Ajá…”

“Claro…”

You keep scrolling.

Ignoring everything.

While the team continues to laugh.

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One of the teammates isn’t laughing.

He’s watching.

Your suitcase.

Your shoes by the door.

The way you walked in earlier.

Then your keycard in your hand.

Your eyes meet for a second.

He raises an eyebrow.

Like:

…yeah, you’re not supposed to be here.

Your stomach drops.

He knows.

But he just smirks.

…and stays quiet.

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Brian is still by the door.

Still looking at you.

Still curious.

“Entonces… ¿sí eres su amiga?” he asks.

You glance up slowly.

“Eso dijo él, ¿no?”

A few laughs.

He smirks. “Pero tú no suenas convencida.”

You shrug, locking your phone.

“Depende.”

“¿De qué?”

You tilt your head slightly.

And yeah

You decide to push it.

Just for fun.

“De si hay mejores opciones,” you say casually.

The room reacts instantly.

“OOHHHH—”

Brian laughs, stepping a little closer.

“¿Ah sí?”

You nod lightly, playing along.

“Tal vez.”

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That’s it.

That’s the moment.

Because Armando’s expression changes immediately.

He goes still.

Jaw tight.

Eyes locked on you.

“¿Qué estás haciendo?” he says low.

You glance at him, unfazed.

“¿Qué?”

“Deja de jugar.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“¿Jugar qué?”

Brian looks between you two, amused now.

“Tranquilo,” he says to Armando.

“Solo estamos hablando.”

“Pues ya habló,” Armando shoots back.

Tone sharper now.

Not playful.

At all.

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You exhale, standing up.

“En serio, relájate,” you say.

“No es para tanto.”

“Para ti no,” he mutters.

You stare at him.

Because

Okay.

Now he’s actually mad.

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Brian chuckles, shaking his head.

“Creo que sí está celoso.”

“Cállate,” Armando snaps.

The room goes quiet.

Yeah.

That definitely wasn’t a joke.

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You step in quickly, trying to kill the tension.

“Ya, ya,” you say. “Se están pasando.”

You glance at Brian.

“Solo estaba molestando.”

He nods, still smirking. “Sí, ya vi.”

But he backs off.

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The vibe is off now.

Everyone feels it.

So one by one, they start leaving.

“Bueno, ya nos vamos”

“Nos vemos abajo”

“No peleen”

A few laughs, but it’s awkward now.

And then they’re gone.

Door closes.

Silence.

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You grab your phone immediately.

“…Okay,” you say.

“Ya estuvo.”

You walk toward the door, grabbing your bag.

“Voy a bajar a recepción a ver mi cuarto de verdad.”

Armando doesn’t move right away.

Just watches you.

“…¿Te vas?”

You pause, hand on the handle.

“Sí… duh.”

“...Podrías quedarte.”

You glance back at him.

He’s serious again.

Of course he is.

You sigh a little.

“Armando—”

“¿Qué?”

You turn fully now.

“Esto empezó porque entré al cuarto equivocado.”

“Y te quedaste.”

You shake your head.

“Porque no sabía qué hacer.”

A pause.

Then you add, softer

“Y porque tú tampoco.”

That hits.

You can tell.

He exhales, looking away for a second.

Then back at you.

“…Quédate,” he says again, quieter this time.

Your heart does something annoying.

You look at him.

Really look.

“…¿Para qué?”

He opens his mouth.

Stops.

Hesitates.

For the first time since you met him

He doesn’t have an answer ready.

“…Nada,” he says finally, stepping back.

“Olvídalo.”

You blink.

Because that wasn’t what you expected.

At all.

You stand there for a second longer.

“…Okay,” you say softly.

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You open the door.

Step out.

And just like that

You leave.

You can still feel his eyes on you.

Even after the door closes.

And now?

This isn’t just a mix-up anymore.

It’s unfinished.

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(Im working on the Payton king one right now but If you want to request more things, please do. Thank you for all the support. Love yall!𑣲)

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I love your writing so much! I was hoping you would be willing to write a fluff oneshot for Memo, Armando, and Acevedo where they show their jealous side. I love a jealous man 𓏲ּ𝄢

Am I too crazy?

Memo Ochoa x F!Reader, Carlos Acevedo x F!Reader, Armando Gonzales x F!Reader (separate)

ꕤ tags- Fluff, suggestive if you squint, alcohol & cigarettes mentioned in Memos fic,

ꕤ A/N- This was fun to write, I also love me a jealous man ;)

Memo Ochoa x Reader

ꕤ- reader gets hit on by a man at the bar

The bar smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, the strong smells flooded your nose. You were chatting with some of your friends while your husband, Memo, was eyes distance away, talking with his friends.

Usually you both stayed close for these types of hangouts, you both felt calmer when you were both right next to each other. However, this time, his friends wanted to play pool.

Your friends were chatting about whatever nonsense was trending at the moment, you weren’t paying too much attention but you were caught off guard when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned around to see a tallish man standing right behind you. You could tell the man carried himself with confidence, it simply amused you.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” The man’s speach was slurred, making it known he was atleast a little tipsy.

“I have a husband.” You responded with ease, it wasn’t everyday you got hit on by men but it happened enough for it to not be out of the blue when it happend. It got a whole lot easier scaring them off once you married Memo.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, he doesn’t have to know.” The man leaned up against the table, at this point he was far too close for comfort. You backed up, trying to make more space between you and the man only to feel yourself bump into someone.

You weren’t surprised when you turned to look up and saw Memo. You both had been stealing glances at each other all night, all he needed was an excuse to come up to you.

“Who doesn’t have to know?” Memos voice sounded angrier than usual. He wrapped an arm around your waist as if to hold you away from the man. You heard the strange man exhale deeply while backing away.

“My bad.” You heard the man speak reluctantly, the man left but memos expression didn’t. You can’t help but smile.

“Don’t tell me you got jealous of that man.” You turn your head to look up at him, you both lock eyes.

“Well what, he can’t see your ring or something?” He scoffs, tucking your hair behind your ear. Your amusement only grows at his reaction. He takes your hand in his before kissing you.

“Come on.” He says while leading you out of the bar, one of his hands was still wrapped around your waist.

“Where are we going?”

“Home, I’m about done with this party.”

Carlos Acevedo x Reader

ꕤ- reader sees her male friend after a long time

The city was calm for a Friday, it was still early in the morning so there were only a few people out. You and your boyfriend Carlos were walking back home after getting something to eat.

You both had your hands intertwined and the walk was going peacefully quiet.

You would occasionally start babbling about random stuff when all of a sudden, you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

It was fair to say you were more than surprised when you turned around and saw one of your best friends since high school. He was taller than you remembered but his features were all the same.

You both instantly hugged each other, being happy to see each other since so long. You both had long since parted ways after high school, he had moved out into another country. Carlos stayed put behind you.

“I’m so glad to see you!” The man smiled, you smiled back. After the hug ended one of his hands stayed on your shoulder.

“Same! It’s been so long.” You responded, you were about to speak more when you suddenly felt Carlos place his hands on your hips. He leaned down to whisper something in your ear but you could tell he said it loud enough for your friend to hear.

“We have to go.” He spoke bluntly.

“Who’s this?” Your friend asked, you could tell he had an annoyed look on his face.

“My boyfriend.” You tried smiling but the tension only made you feel awkward.

“Oh- I knew you wouldn’t stay single for long.” Your friend responded, you couldn’t tell if you heard a bratty tone in his voice or if you were just being paranoid.

Your friend let out a small laugh before shrugging off.

“I won’t keep you any longer. Seems you’ve got places to be.” He smiles before walking off. You can only stare at Carlos.

“Hm?” He looks back at you.

“What was that?” You whine, his hand wraps around you as you continue walking home.

“What was what?”

“That whole interaction!?”

He simply shrugged.

“He was being a little touchy.”

“He’s my friend Carlos.”

“Too touchy for a friend.”

“You probably scared him off!”

“Let’s hope.”

Armando Gonzales x Reader

ꕤ- Armando sees you wearing a jersey of the opposing team before his match

The stadium was rippling with cheers and applause as the teams came out to warm up.

You quickly took a seat, trying to catch a glance at your boyfriend. Apparently, he seemed to find you before you found him. You heard your phone ding with a new text message.

“What are you doing?”

Armando texted, you couldn’t help but smile as you feigned confusion.

“What do you mean baby?”

You texted back before looking up off your phone, trying to find Armando. His head was down and you saw him texting very passionately, you couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh as you checked your phone again.

“That jersey. Why do you have it on?”

You looked up off your phone only to see him staring right at you.

“My friend gave it to me, I couldn’t find anything to wear.” You couldn’t help but smile as you texted.

“Baby you could’ve told me, I’ll give you whichever one of my jerseys you want.”

You looked up again to see Armando still texting, it was hard to not be at least a little amused.

“Go take it off for me.”

“I don’t have anything to change into though.”

“Ill take my jersey off right now and give it to you.”

“Come on it’s fine, the games about to start anyway.”

“No no no, come down here I’ll give you mine.”

“Ugh Armando you’re so dramatic, what are you going to wear then?”

“There’s extra jerseys in the changing room, meet me at the bathroom.”

You looked up to see Armando brush his teammates off as he ran back into the stadium, you only rolled your eyes before standing up from your seat and walking to the bathroom.

When you made it, Armando was standing right there. He was holding his jersey in his hands and all he had on was his long sleeved undershirt.

“Are you trying to make me jealous?” He said before handing you his jersey, you simply shrugged.

“I won't leave until you take it off.” You rolled your eyes playfully before walking and changing inside of the bathroom. You walked out to see Armando waiting patiently for you.

“See, wasn’t hard, was it baby?” He gives you a kiss on the cheek before running off, back into the field.

[mexicontpaymybills]

Sealed with a kiss.

[47foden]

For memo ochoa maybe you and him go watch your son goal keep at his first game??

FIRST GAME - m. ochoa

inwhich! you and your husband, memo ochoa, the great mexican goal keeper, watch your 6 year old sons first game as a goalie together.

frannytalks! i really loved this idea & writing it!! i hope you like it as well. currently watching the game, go morocco!! don’t forget to join my taglist(s) here!

the entire week leading up to saturday, your house had been consumed by exactly one thing. you leaned against the kitchen counter while watching the chaos unfold.

mateo, your son’s, first ever football match as a goalkeeper. your son ran through the living room wearing gloves that were far too big for his hands. it wasn’t his first football match, it was his first as a goal-keeper though and your husband fought for this position.

memo sat cross-legged on the carpet with the seriousness of a man preparing for a world cup final. which, according to both father and son, was completely different.

“papá, what if they score?” mateo asked quietly, holding the ball against his chest with a worried expression on his face.

memo looked genuinely offended by the question., he placed a hand over his heart, “they might.” he answered honestly, his expression softening.

mateo’s face immediately fell and his little shoulders drooped. memo noticed at once. he scooted closer across the floor.

“pero, está bien.” (but, it’s okay.) he rested a hand on his son’s knee.

mateo looked up. his curls bounced slightly, “si?” (yeah?) he asked uncertainly.

memo nodded once, his smile turned gentle, “the best goalkeepers in the world get scored on sometimes.”

mateo considered this. he looked down at his gloves,“incluso tú?” (including you?) he asked quietly.

you nearly laughed but held back by biting the inside of your cheek.

memo, however, remained completely serious, he leaned back dramatically, “especially me.” he admitted with a small grin.

mateo stared at him and his eyes widened like a deer “but do you know what matters more?” memo tilted his head.

mateo shook his head no, his feet swung against the couch.

“having fun, it’s not all about winning.” memo tapped his son’s chest gently.

mateo smiled, his confidence slowly returned to his face. you, meanwhile, were trying very hard not to cry over a conversation about youth football. you busied yourself with folding towels.

saturday morning arrived with the energy of christmas day. the entire house seemed awake before sunrise. mateo was already dressed in his goalkeeper kit by seven in the morning. he stood proudly in the hallway with his gloves on.

the match wasn’t until eleven, you looked at the clock in disbelief, thinking it was at least ten.

memo was somehow even more nervous than mateo. your husband adjusted the tiny shin guards with absolute concentration, the kind you’d only see him use when he first held your baby and when he’s goalie for mexico.

“he needs more water.” memo announced seriously, with a stern voice.

“bebé, ya tiene dos botes de agua.” (baby, he already had two bottles of water.) you crossed your arms.

“another one.” he nodded firmly, “he needs it.”

“he’s six.” you laughed, rolling your eyes and making your way towards the cabinets.

memo ignored you entirely, he continued checking the equipment bag for missing things, and of course, he found some.

“where’s the spare towel?” he looked around the kitchen.

“the what?” you blinked, filling up the waterbottle.

“the spare towel for his gloves.” he spoke as though this were common knowledge.

mateo watched his father with admiration, his eyes followed every movement. you watched both of them with amusement, leaning against the counter while tightening the top.

sometimes it felt less like raising one child and more like raising two, you thought in your head while laughing to yourself quietly.

by the time you arrived at the local field, memo looked ready to coach, play, and personally defend the goal himself if necessary. he carried half of mateo’s equipment despite the bag weighing approximately two pounds.

the other parents sat comfortably in folding chairs. they chatted among themselves near the sidelines. memo stood, his arms folded across his chest.

you tried joking with him, but he didn’t budge. you also made suggestive comments about his “big arms”, and he didn’t even react, even though it’s his favorite compliment ever.

his eyes never left the field, he would pull the chair to sit down, but would stand up before touching the chair. he adjusted his sunglasses at least twenty times and you watched him for a few moments, wondering what was going on in his head.

“you know he’s not playing in the champions league, right?” you nudged his arm gently, popping some chips in your mouth.

memo glanced over, his expression remained the same serious-concentrated expression. “i know.” he nodded once.

he looked back toward the pitch, “but it’s his first match.” he smiled softly, uncrossing his arms and rubbing yours.

your heart melted immediately and you slipped your hand into his. across the field, mateo bounced excitedly on the goal line. his oversized gloves made every movement look dramatic and silly.

he looked tiny standing between the posts and you felt emotion swelling in your chest. memo, unfortunately, had entered full football mode since the beginning of this week, and was still in it. he stepped closer to the touchline.

“watch the angles!” he called out helpfully.

you burst into laughter, several parents turned around and your face flushed up. mateo gave a confident thumbs-up even though he had absolutely no idea what that meant.

five minutes later, memo tried again, he placed his hands around his mouth, “stay on your toes!” he shouted encouragingly.

mateo immediately started bouncing in place, he took the instruction extremely and too literally. the coach looked confused, he glanced toward the sidelines and memo who was causing a bunch of commotion.

“he thinks you mean actual toes.” you wiped happy tears from your face.

memo finally realized, he’s only six. and his head dropped back in defeat, “right.” he rubbed his forehead.

the match itself was chaos in the way children’s football always was. kids chased the ball in giant groups across the field, falling and clearly touching the ball with their hands.

positions meant absolutely nothing to anyone, nor did the offside rule apparently. defenders played striker, and left wingers played right. someone stopped to tie their cleats in the middle of play, and two little boys were just walking up and down, talking.

and mateo had spent at least two minutes waving at you instead of watching the game. then came the moment, a player from the other team broke away. the children on the sidelines shouted excitedly.

the ball rolled slowly toward the goal, you held onto your breath and watched as mateo froze, his eyes widening.

memo stood upright instantly, his hands clenched at his sides in balls of fists. then, with all the determination a six-year-old could possibly possess, mateo launched himself sideways. his tiny body crashed onto the grass, his arm scraping against the turf.

and he stopped the ball, the field erupted into cheers, even though it wasn’t a very pretty save, one of his gloves had fallen off. but the only thing that mattered was that it counted.

memo lost his mind, he threw both arms into the air, “THAT’S MY SON!” he shouted with enough pride to power an entire stadium.

every parent nearby laughed, they turned toward you two, you covered your face. your shoulders shook with amusement mixed with embarrassment.

mateo climbed back to his feet looking absolutely stunned. he stared at his own hands in shock. then he looked toward the sidelines. his eyes searched for his parents.

memo was already applauding harder than anyone else there, he even looked close to tears. you waved enthusiastically and you were sending him heart signs.

mateo beamed, you could feel his confidence radiating from every inch. after the match ended, your son sprinted across the field. his gloves bounced against his sides.

memo met him halfway, he opened his arms immediately. mateo launched himself into them. his laughter echoed across the field.

“did you see my save!?” he asked breathlessly.

memo looked completely serious. he held his son securely. “mateo.” he shook his head in disbelief.

your little boy waited as anticipation filled his expression.

“that was better than half the saves i’ve made in my career.” memo announced proudly.

mateo gasped, his mouth fell open, “de verdad?” (really?) he looked at his father with pure admiration.

memo nodded without hesitation, “absolutely.” he gave him a kiss on his forehead.

you rolled your eyes fondly, you slipped an arm around both of them, “don’t listen to him.” you smiled warmly.

mateo looked confused, his brows knitted together, a fake angry expression.

then you leaned down. your expression softened.

“because he’s lying.” you whispered dramatically, joking.

memo burst into laughter, poking your nose with his. mateo joined in immediately, his little giggles filled the air.

and as the three of you walked back toward the car, your husband kept one arm around your shoulders and the other around your son, already discussing future goalkeeper gloves, training sessions, and what he called “the family legacy.”

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m. ochoa taglist: no one yet!

perm. taglist: @pinkfashionkilla , @iovhrts <33

[galilea89]

Legend 🇲🇽

[mexicandumpster]

I really like that every 4 years Mexican women come together to thirst and appreciate the beauty that is Memo Ochoa.

You know his face card good cuz he got like 3 generations thirsting after him ;p

[blissrene]

Oye mi amor

Gilberto Mora x Memo Ochoa’s daughter! Reader part 1 part 2 part 3

Being the daughter of a famous soccer player wasn’t easy, especially because ur mother had abandoned you and father when you were just a baby. Your father was often out for training but sometimes he took you to watch him train when you didn’t have school, but recently there has been a new addition to the Mexicos national team, Gilberto Mora. He was the same age as you and very attractive at that, but you could never tell ur father you liked him, it’s his teammate. You watched Gilberto intensely as he did the daily drills before starting the actual practice, they were training for the upcoming World Cup of 2026 leaving less time for you and your dad. As the water break came, la hormiga went up to you rambling about an anime you should watch as you and him bonded over anime but all you could focus on was Gilberto. “Y/n, why are you staring at the new kid so intensely? Do you have a crush on himmmm, is he your senpaiii?.” He teased “shut up it’s not like that, it’s just that I’m familiarizing myself with him. You know how’d my dad react if I ever had a crush on somebody, especially one of his teammates.” I said. “You know you can trust me with any” He got cut off by their coach that water break was over, running back to the field. Could I really trust to tell him that I do think the new kids cute? I was so lost by train of thoughts until my dad tapped my shoulder “Are you okay mija? Why are you so quiet today?” He said in his calm voice. “Oh no I’m just thinking about school you know?” I said, almost letting out a stutter. “I know we haven’t been bonding as much but I have the day off on Saturday, we can do whatever you want.” “Oh okay, I guess we can go to the movies and go to the mall after like always.” “Sounds good Mija.” After dinner, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. A buzz went off and saw it was a text message from an unknown number “Hey I heard you wanted to get to know me better? It’s me Gilberto.” I immediately started panicking and texting hormiga knowing this is his doing, fuck. “What did you tell him!” I physically wanted to yell at him myself from the phone “relax, I just told him that you wanted to get to know him, you know he’s been gawking at you ever since he came here.” I squealed like a little girl as I read that message “then what do I tell him, I’ve never even talked to him before, I don’t want to leave him on seen.” “Just tell him the truth at this point, it will work out trust me.” I listened to his advice and texted him back “Yeah, I think your cute and I want to get to know you but I don’t want my father knowing about this, please keep this a secret, he’d kill you if he did.” I said “don’t worry I won’t.” From there on out me and him had been sneaking out to hang out, he’d even ask me to be his girlfriend in secret of course. But one night as I quietly re entered the house so my dad won’t notice or so I thought, the lights turned on reveling my dad “where have you been, it’s 3 in the morning and who gave you those flowers?.” “Oh, my friend from America sent me these, so I went to go pick them up!.” “Don’t play dumb, why do they say “te amo” imma beat the shit out of that mocoso.” “Dad it’s not like that! I’m not seeing anyone!.” I cried out “then how are you going to explain to me why Gilberto has been sending you letters and gifts in the mail?.” “Dad he’s just a friend!.” “He better be, because that’s the last your seeing of him, I’m not taking you to any event that includes him and that’s final!.” I ran away to my room sobbing, how could he do this to me?!. I love him too much to let him go, I will never see him again! My sobbing was interrupted by a phone call from Gilberto “hey mi amor, why are you crying?.” “It’s my dad, he doesn’t think your good enough for me and won’t let me see you ever again!.” I cried “who cares what he thinks, we’ll see eachother don’t worry, I’ll find a way, buenas noches mi amor.” He hanged up, how will I cope with this?

TO BE CONTINUED SOON..