✈︎ Armando González x Reader ✈︎
Reader is a babysitter for Memo Ochoa
(Reader, Hormiga, Memo, Lucciana, Guillermo, Karla)
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You were already part of the routine.
By the time Guillermo Ochoa and his wife went on their date, they left the kids at home with a quick goodbye—just a quick:
Because this wasn’t new anymore.
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“¿Me haces un look?” Lucciana asked, already sitting in front of you before you could even fully put your bag down.
You laughed, setting your things aside.
You leaned closer, gently brushing hair out of her face.
“Pero algo natural, ¿ok? Nada pesado.”
You grabbed a light product, dabbing a small amount onto your fingers.
“Esto es mejor para tu piel,” you explained.
“Es ligero… no te va a irritar.”
She watched you carefully through the mirror.
“Porque yo también pasé por esto.”
“¿También querías maquillarte chiquita?”
By the time you finished, she was staring at herself like she had just unlocked a new version of herself.
“Me veo grande,” she whispered.
She immediately hugged you.
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Guillermo was already halfway into a tantrum.
You crossed your arms, unimpressed.
That wasn’t the reaction he expected.
You grabbed the remote slowly.
“Entonces no vemos Blue Lock.”
Within seconds, he was glued to the screen next to you.
“Ese es el mejor,” he said, pointing.
You laughed as he got more passionate about it than necessary.
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Later that night, when everything had finally quieted down, you didn’t even realize when you fell asleep.
Guillermo was curled into your side, one of your arms loosely around him, Blue Lock still playing softly in the background.
When Memo walked in, he paused.
Recorded for a few seconds.
“Esto sí es paz,” he whispered to the camera.
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Karla took more patience.
You found her sitting quietly one afternoon, her tea set neatly arranged.
You sat down across from her.
You carefully picked up one of the tiny cups.
“Gracias por invitarme,” you said seriously.
That earned the smallest smile.
And from there… she slowly opened up.
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Memo had asked if you could travel with them, mostly because you spoke English fluently—but also because, by now, the kids refused to stay with anyone else.
The trip quickly turned into chaos… the good kind.
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Sephora was overwhelming for everyone except you.
Lucciana held onto your sleeve as you walked through the aisles.
You crouched down, scanning products before picking one up.
Memo appeared beside you, already recording.
“Explícale,” he said, pointing the camera toward you.
You glanced at it, then back at Luciana.
“Es un hidratante ligero,” you explained.
“No es agresivo, es mejor para piel joven.”
He nodded like he understood.
Lucciana looked between both of you.
“Sí,” Memo repeated, still confused.
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At a restaurant later that night, Guillermo had your phone propped up, Blue Lock playing again.
You leaned into the frame of Memo’s video, waving quickly before turning back to the screen.
“¿Qué están viendo?” Memo asked.
“Blue Lock,” Guillermo answered proudly.
“¿Como esas caricaturas que ve el Hormiga?”
You immediately shook your head.
“¿Entonces eres otaku como el Hormiga?”
“¡No!” you said instantly.
Memo laughed, shaking his head as he recorded.
“Voy a subir esto,” he teased.
Of course, he did it anyway.
A few minutes later, while everyone was still eating, Memo’s phone buzzed with a notification.
He looked down and smiled.
“El Hormiga ya vio el video.”
You immediately looked over.
Memo turned the phone around.
Armando had replied to the post.
“JAJAJA sabía que era otaku escondida.”
“Eso mismo dijiste hace rato.”
Before you could respond, another notification popped up.
“Y aparte viendo Blue Lock… pensé que mínimo ibas a aceptar que es bueno.”
“¡Pero si nunca dije que no me gusta!”
Memo watched as you started typing back.
“Me gusta, pero no significa que sea otaku 😭”
Armando replied almost instantly.
“Ajá… dile eso al que sabe todos los nombres de los personajes.”
“¿Ves? Siempre hace eso.”
Guillermo laughed from across the table.
Memo just smiled, watching the two of you argue through the comments like always.
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Memo spotted it first, already recording again.
“¿Quieres entrar?” he asked, knowing the answer.
You were already inside before he finished the sentence.
You rushed toward the life-sized figure, eyes wide.
“¡Mira, mira—es Portgas D. Ace!”
Memo walked up slowly, filming your reaction.
You turned to him, genuinely offended.
“¿Cómo que quién es? Es Ace. De One Piece.”
“Es uno de los mejores personajes.”
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Then you noticed the sections.
And that’s when things got worse.
You dragged him to the One Piece section first.
You grabbed a manga, flipping it open quickly until you found the page with Mr.9.
Holding it up with one hand, you raised your pinky with the other, striking the pose.
You immediately pointed at Memo.
You moved him into position, making him stand in front while you and Lucciana stood behind him on each side.
Memo looked around, already questioning everything.
You grabbed Lucciana’s hands and lifted them above Memo’s head, recreating the playful pose from the anime.
Lucciana immediately followed along, smiling while Memo stayed in the middle with his usual confused expression.
“No entiendo nada,” he admitted.
Memo stared at the phone afterward, still trying to figure out how he became the center of an anime recreation.
You stepped forward, quickly forming the tora hand sign.
You both held up manga volumes, standing side by side.
Memo lowered the phone slightly, shaking his head with a smile.
“ Todavía no entiendo nada… pero está bueno.”
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You posted the pictures later that night.
You and the Ace figure, your face completely serious like meeting him was an important life event.
You and Lucciana doing the Soul Eater pose while Memo stood there looking completely lost.
The Naruto Tora hand sign.
You and Guillermo holding up Blue Lock manga like you had just recruited him into the fandom.
“Forever that weird kid.💗”
Guillermo Ochoa reposted your story.
The video of you dragging him around the store.
The moment you screamed when you saw Ace.
The confused look on his face when you explained every character.
“Todavía no entiendo nada, pero me divertí 😂”
You laughed when you saw it.
He reposted one more story.
This time, it was the video of you explaining everything to him while he looked completely lost.
And he tagged one person.
“Necesito que veas lo que me hizo aprender hoy 😂”
You had no idea he tagged him.
You were too busy laughing at the fact that Memo had actually posted the whole experience.
Hormiga opened the story.
At first, he had no idea what he was watching.
Then he saw you excitedly pointing at the manga and explaining something while Memo just nodded along.
Because seeing Memo — someone who had probably never cared about anime before — being dragged through an entire anime store was something he never expected.
He replied to Memo’s story:
“Me secuestraron en una tienda de anime.”
Hormiga laughed at the response.
“Pero acepto que la foto de Blue Lock quedó buena.”
Hormiga looked back at the picture.
The one of you and Guillermo holding up the manga with matching excitement.
“Ok… esa sí quedó buena.”
A simple funny interaction.
Not knowing that this random anime store trip would be the first time he finally noticed you.
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Back at the hotel, things finally slowed down.
You were back in your room, hair still damp from the shower, wearing an oversized Gachiakuta shirt while brushing your hair in front of the mirror.
After spending the whole day walking around, shopping, and getting to show Memo the beauty of anime, you were finally getting a moment to relax.
You stopped brushing your hair.
Before you even reached the door, you heard the voice outside.
“¡Ábreme! Sé que estás ahí.”
You immediately recognized it.
And judging by the little laughs you heard behind him…
You opened the door and immediately saw Memo standing there with his phone up, Lucciana recording beside him.
In Memo’s hands were coloring pages and a handful of markers.
He looked completely serious.
Then looked at the coloring pages.
“¿Me estás dando dibujos para colorear?”
Lucciana laughed behind the camera.
“Es para que no te aburras.”
You shook your head, smiling.
Memo was about to respond when his eyes moved down to your shirt.
You already knew where this was going.
You looked down at your shirt.
Then you looked back at him.
Memo immediately started laughing.
“¿Lo compraste con el otaku de Hormiga?”
You looked at him, offended.
“No. No lo compré con él. Yo lo compré.”
Memo laughed even harder.
“Ya no puedes seguir negándolo.”
“No soy otaku, me acabo de bañar”
Memo looked at the anime shirt.
Then at the coloring pages in his hand.
Memo laughed as he walked away.
You closed the door still laughing.
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Later that night, you were lying on your bed, scrolling through your phone when a notification appeared.
@hormiga_glez had followed you.
For a second, you thought it was just another random account.
Then you saw the verified badge.
Before you could overthink it, another notification appeared.
@hormiga_glez sent you a message.
“JAJA, así que era verdad.”
“Que Memo no estaba exagerando. Sí eres fan de anime.”
“Entonces, ¿por qué me escribiste? ¿Para confirmar si soy otaku?”
“También porque vi la historia de Memo y me dio curiosidad.”
You looked at the message.
Not exactly what you expected.
“Porque nunca pensé ver a Memo entrando a una tienda de anime y saliendo con un manga.”
“Créeme, yo tampoco pensé que iba a pasar.”
“¿Y cuál fue tu favorito?”
Finally, a normal conversation.
“Depends. ¿Hablamos de anime o manga?”
You started explaining your favorites, and surprisingly, he actually listened. He asked questions, joked about Memo’s lack of anime knowledge, and admitted that he only knew some shows because of friends.
It wasn’t anything dramatic.
But by the time the conversation slowed down, you realized you had been smiling at your phone for longer than expected.
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The next day, everyone decided to take a break from shopping.
Instead, they went to a small local café.
While Memo and his wife went to order, you sat with the kids at a table.
The wait was taking longer than expected, so you opened TikTok.
An edit of La Hormiga appeared.
You stared at your screen.
The algorithm had decided today was going to be about him.
Some were normal football edits.
The comments were even funnier.
The sun was getting higher, making it harder to see your phone screen.
You squinted, trying to look at the TikTok edit again, zooming in.
That was when you heard it.
Memo was standing there, phone already recording, trying not to laugh.
Memo immediately started laughing.
You quickly locked your phone and put it down.
“Porque estás grabando cosas que no son tuyas.”
Memo looked at the camera, then back at you.
“Solo estoy grabando que ayer dijiste que no eras otaku.”
Memo pointed at your phone.
Memo raised his eyebrows.
He sat down across from you, still smiling.
“¿Qué? ¿Ahora resulta que también eres fan de Hormiga?”
Memo looked at you suspiciously.
“Entonces, ¿por qué estabas viendo edits de él?”
“Además, ni siquiera es como si hablara con él.”
The second the words left your mouth, you realized your mistake.
“¿Cómo que hablaste con él?”
He lowered his phone slightly.
You tried to play it off.
“No, no. Acabas de decir que hablaste con él.”
“No fue nada importante.”
Memo’s expression changed completely.
Memo leaned forward slightly.
“Me siguió y me mandó mensaje.”
For a moment, Memo didn’t say anything.
Not because he was angry.
More because he was surprised.
“Sí. Literalmente de anime.”
He looked at you for a second, processing it.
Then he glanced at your phone.
He shook his head, half amused.
“Que primero pensé que solo eras fan de anime y ahora resulta que ya tienes conversaciones con Hormiga.”
“Pero ahora entiendo por qué estabas tan concentrada.”
You immediately looked embarrassed.
“Nada más estaba viendo TikTok.”
Memo laughed again, but this time there was a different look on his face.
Like he was putting pieces together.
He lifted his phone again.
“Ahora sí tengo más contexto.”
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( I hope yall got the references to memos insta stories, especially the Gilberto Mora one. This one did take me a while but I hope yall like it. Thank you so much for the support. Love yall! <𝟑)
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