#chivas

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hormiga gonzalez x reader , cw : drinking , making out , hickeys ??

synopsis : brian invites all his friends over to hang around and drink , what will happen when his younger sister becomes involved with their games?

a/n : euuunng! my first hormi fic, reader is not underage. this is 4 my amazing friend but i hope u guys enjoy as well :3 also excuse any mistakes with my spanish, y ignoran las tiempos en las mensajes xx

you sighed as you set your phone down, sitting up and looking around your room. laughter erupted from downstairs and seeped into your room. you were used to your brother having people over but you never really seemed bothered to talk to them, not until you met armando.

all his friends called him hormiga, a childhood nickname that cutely followed him as he grew older.

“no más dime hormiga, chiquita” he ruffled your hair during your first encounter. just like his, the nickname stuck and now anytime he saw you he made sure to use your special name.

you decided to sneak down, just to take a peek at who was here— better yet to see if you could run into armando. tip toeing down the stairs you began to hear all the voices get louder, especially your brothers annoying laugh.

a small giggle followed after it, a girls voice telling brian not to joke around like that. you walked into the kitchen, ignoring all the noise in the living room.

“brian? quién está en la cocina?” another female voice perked up causing everyone to turn towards you, back turned to them all as you skimmed the fridge.

armando let out a low hum, “ahí está mi chiquita, vente pa’cá,” he pointed at you, beer practically full from the way he was only taking small sips.

everyone stared at you, watching as your cheeks grew rosy and you shook your head. you pointed towards brian as you closed the fridge.

“hola todos! lo siento pero mi hermano me dijo que me quedara en mi cuarto” they began to berate brian for not letting you hang out with them, slapping his arm and lot’s of “ayy brian” flowing through. it quickly turned into them making fun of him for being overprotective, to which you used to your advantage to sneak back up— not bothering to even take a snack.

you had seen many of brians friends throughout the years, his main groups evolving through the years as he continued his athletic journey. you always followed behind him and he didn't seem to mind it so you kept doing it.

his friends would come over and you would be there like an annoying little sister, but after a while he began to change his demeanor once his friends came around. He wouldn't joke around as much until you left, keeping a close eye on his friends and how they acted around you.

he never let you get too close to them, he was always a brick wall that you could never overcome. of course they were his friends, so you didn't mind much but it did suck sometimes.

you decided to sit around your room for a while, watch tv until you decided it was okay for you to come down.

music blasted throughout the house, overpowering your own tv. you could hear everyone singing along, drunk voices singing out of tune.

your phone got a notification, a text from your friend devanie

quickly you ran down stairs, going straight for the front door. you watched her face contort into a smile— shocked from how quickly you came down.

“chiki! ¿como estás?” she pulled you in for a hug, wrapping her arms around you and squeezing you tight.

you let out a light laugh, almost having forgotten how good it felt to get a good hug, “estoy mejor porque estas aquí,” you smiled at her, “vamos pa’ mi cuarto, brian tiene unos amigos aquí.” you had a light grip on her wrist as you walked by. she waved towards everyone making sure to roll her eyes as armando watched you both disappear into the stairwell.

you exclaimed while rushing up the stairs, “apúrate dev! te tengo enseñar lo que sophie puso en instagram!”

the scent of the vanilla candle you had lit earlier today filled your nose, reminding you of the time you and armando had surprised brian with homemade vanilla lattes.

“girl, hormiga was totally looking at you!” she squealed, holding onto your shoulders. the glimmer in her eyes was so obvious it looked like she had stars in her eyes.

“¿de que hablas?” you sat on the bed, “no way, you know im just brians sister to them.” she sat down next to you, brushing her fingers over yours.

“to everyone else, but to him youre obviously something else!” she smiled at you, “¿nos pintamos las uñas?”

you nodded, watching as she headed towards the drawer of nail polish, she sifted through your colors picking up potential candidates.

“¿recuerdas cuando querías ser artista de uñas?” her voice perked up, she pulled out a shimmery white that you hadn't used in a while.

“si,” you let out an airy laugh, remembering how armando let you practice on him and he had to walk around with terrible flowers painted on his nails.

“no sé cómo armando puedia ir afuera con esos flores tan feos en sus uñas” you watched as she sat back on the bed and picked up your hand, letting out a small hum as she began to paint.

you watched as her tongue slipped out as she focused, talking about how she had already seen what was happening in instagram.

she moved onto your pinky, “no sé cómo ella puede hacer— te textearon, ¿lo quieres leer?” you looked over to your phone but couldnt tell who it was.

“¿me lo puedes leer?” you watched as her stupid grin grew on her face,

“es hormi,” she said before she began reading the messages to you.

you scoffed at her, “eres una mentirosa!” grabbing the phone from her hands as she laughed you read the messages.

“¿quién es un mentirosaaa?” her voice teasing you, “¿qué le vas a decir?”

you bit your lip wondering what you should even do, it was summer there was nothing else going on.

“le voy a decir que si” youre face started to heat up, wondering what you would be getting yourself into.

“que bueno, voy contigo ¿okey?” she began to put away the nail polish that you had began to forget about.

you sent your reply and she quickly grabbed the phone from you. “vamos!” she was obviously more excited about what could happen than you were

you had tuned out the laughter but began to hear it all once you walked down the stairs, devanie trailing behind you.

hormiga spotted you first; his bottle half way full this time, “mira quien es, vente chiquita vamos a jugar.”

voices quieted down as you and devanie sat down on the floor across from hormiga and the rest of brians friends.

a girl, valentina, you had known for a while finally broke the silence, “jugamos el juego de botella?” she downed her drink and placed the bottle in the middle.

the guys began to whisper, their eyes darting towards armando while you and devanie looked at each other.

“hormiguita primero!” valentinas exclaimed, she gestured for him to spin the bottle as all the guys whistled and laughed, watching him give that same stupid smile you had always seen him put on.

the music blasted, a song that your brother loved to sing in the shower. you watched as armando put his hand on the bottle, looking over at everyone before he spun it.

the bottle spun around, you felt like you were spinning with it. you watched every person it skipped over as your heart skipped with it.

it landed on brians childhood friend, a guy who was another brother to you. everyone began to laugh and told the two guys to start making their way to the closet.

“ay no! otra vez, eso no va a ser bueno.” valentina told everyone to shush and sit back down.

she spun the bottle once more, you watched as it went round and round waiting to choose someone.

as it slowed down you realized who was going to be chosen.

“la chiquita! ayy no, pues la primera es de amigos,” valentina gestured for you two to go into the closet near the bathroom, you quickly stood up with armando trailing behind you.

“de que se burlen?!” armando began to fake being upset, his friends laughing and cheering him on behind you both.

you hoped that devanie would save you but as you entered the dark closet you realized it was no use.

“no más siete minutos, okey?” valentina showed you both the timer on her phone before closing the door on you both.

you sat down on the floor, armandos face barely visible. “¿nos sentamos?” you asked him.

“pues sí,” he sat directly in front of you, holding his hands in front of his body and feeling around to where you were.

you both sat in silence, wondering how many minutes have passed. you were unsure of what to do.

would you really kiss your brothers best friend? you just couldn't, could you?

“acércate chiquita,” he held his hands out, waiting for you to come closer.

you were a bit hesitant, it wasn't irregular for you two to be close but it had never been like this, without your brother.

you laid closer to him, your head resting on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair. you could feel his chest rising and slowly falling.

“no te pones nerviosa, nada va pasar.” he let out a small laugh, you could feel like he was smiling.

you spoke before you could think, “y si quiero que algo pasa?”

he sat up straighter, his fingers faltering for a second. you turned around and tried to make sense of his features,

his expressive eyes that always had some sort of gloss over them, you would always joke about putting them in your boba.

his stupid eyebrows that you would threaten to pluck if he made you angry.

his rosy cheeks, they were always so cute when he came over after practice. the pink coming out when he got embarrassed.

his lips, that you always stared at. whenever he talked. you didn't know it but you always favored him.

“¿puedo— puedo ser algo?” his voice barely above a whisper.

you nodded and watched as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ears. his hands were warm and you could tell how rosy his cheeks were, even in the dark.

he cupped your cheek, pressing a light kiss against your lips. you could feel his lips curl into a smile, you didnt pull back so he kissed you again.

“¿estás bien?” he asked, you were too nervous to say anything so you just nodded, feeling his hands trail down to your waist.

“palabras por favor chiquita,” he pulled you in closer

“sí armando, estoy bien.” you leaned in closer, watching as he smiled and leaned back in.

you got on your knees, moving closer to him. he broke the kiss to pull you on top of him, your fingers intertwined with his hair.

his hands ran up and down your sides, his fingers playing with the fabric of your tank. your tongue sliding into his mouth, eliciting a small groan from him.

you pull on his hair, as he kisses down your jaw and begins sucking on your neck. his lips clinging onto the soft skin, leaving tiny marks as he moved around.

“armando, no haces muchos—ay” you whined as he continued, ignoring your requests. you wrap your hands around his neck. you feel his chest against your own.

he whimpers against your neck, you feel his breath along your neck as he pulls off.

you both stare at each other before you press a kiss on his nose, and then his cheeks, followed by his lips.

“no es broma?” you ask him, placing your head on his shoulder.

“no te haces tonta, haces todo esto con tus amigos?” he gave a joking scoff, squeezing you while he did.

“no,”

“pues?”

you smiled and stayed in the moment,

“¿armando no te hace raro que no nos hayan hablado?” you asked.

“sí, ¿nos vamos pa’ fuera?” he grabbed your hand as he stood up lifting you up with him.

you smiled and opened the closet door, everyone gathered just around the corner. devanie smiling directly at you, her eyes basically about to leave her head

one person finally spoke up, “¿y estos que?” brian asked, everyone groaning as you both finally saw them

“brian ya cállate, mira que hiciste!” valentina laughed and everyone walked away. you looked up at armando, you weren't sure what you were going to do now but you knew you didn't want to go back.

he gave you a small kiss on the head and ruffled your hair. holding onto your hand as you both walked back into the living room.

“¿quién sigue?” armando yelled, the room erupted into laughter, you ran off to go talk to devanie as he sat down next to brian.

Brian Gutiérrez x fem!reader

Part 1 • #smut. Brian comes home and you follow through with the favor he asked of you. 18+ Parte 2 (Spanish)

word count: 2.3k

POV: he’s your boyfriend.

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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Brian Gutierrez x reader

something short n sweet, enjoy! ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡

BF!Brian was shy when you first met, not in a bad way, just needed some time to warm up. Once he did, Oh, completely different person. Suddenly he’s joking, teasing, and making stupid comments under his breath and trying to make you laugh.

BF!Brian is always touching you somehow. He loves to hold your hand, playing with your fingers, resting an arm around you. He just loves being near you and feeling you.

BF!Brian doesn’t bombarded you with questions if you’re having a bad day, he’ll sit beside you and let you decide whether you want to talk about it. If you’re not wanting to talking he’ll just comfort you with cuddles.

BF!Brian has a habit of sneaking behind you and wrapping his arms around you. It’s his favorite way of hugging you.

BF!Brian feels frustrated after a bad game. All he wants to do is go home and order food and watch movies with you.

BF!Brian will purposely not shave for a few days and will sneak up to rub his stubble against your cheek just to annoy you.

BF!Brian likes to send you small texts throughout the day. He’ll send you a random picture followed with “this is literally you.”

BF!Brian and you have developed a silent language of facial expressions. You guys could be sitting across each other and you give him a small expression and he’ll immediately know what you mean.

BF!Brian LOVES to make you laugh, he’ll imitate something you or someone said just to make you laugh.

BF!Brian will be looking for you in the ocean of fans right before a game. Once he spots you, whatever nerves he had before instantly melt away.

BF!Brian absolutely loves seeing you in his jersey. At this point, you’ve accumulated five because every time you wear one, he gets this stupidly proud smile. You once tried wearing someone’s jersey and he just stared at you like you personally betrayed him. “Seriously?” He’d ask pointing at the jersey, “after everything I’ve done for you?”

BF!Brian likes to keep a little Polaroid picture of you in his wallet. You once found it when it slipped out when he was getting something and he got a little embarrassed. “Es para la buena suerte,” he said to you.

BF!Brian likes to send you pictures through the day during training when he’s on break because he knows you’re genuinely interested.

BF!Brian will sometimes send you voice messages when he’s too lazy to type, and half of them are him rambling about something completely random.

BF!Brian could honestly listen to you ramble about whatever and he will always listen and be genuinely interested in what you have to say.

MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT

armando gonzalez x f!reader

summary: Jude Bellingham, your boyfriend, brings you as his plus one to a party. While you're there, your attention slowly shifts away from him when someone else catches your eye, turning the night into a whirlwind of emotions.

click here to read part 2!

wc: 5.5k

warnings: cheating sori

You were currently on your way to a party with Jude, when he asked for you to come with him to a party that would consist of a bunch of random football players you weren’t really interested but in the end you agreed to go because he really wanted you there.

It was around nine at night. You sat in the passenger seat, gazing out at the dark sky as the wind brushed against your face. The night was beautiful, but so was the view to your left. When you turned your head, you found Jude behind the wheel, effortlessly driving in his black pants, navy blue polo, and glasses.

When you arrived, Jude got out of the car and made his way over to your side, opening the door for you. You smiled at him as he reached out his hand to help you out.

“ready?” he said as you both began to walk towards the place.

he saw the look on your face and said “its just a bunch of cool football dudes nothing to worry about babe.”

“you’re the only footballer i can handle, and even thats a stretch.” you chuckled.

“i don’t know if i should be delighted or…”

you gave him a small slap on the shoulder as you continued to laugh.

As you stood in front of the door, you could already hear the music blasting from inside. The moment you opened it, the sound grew even louder. Strobe lights flashed across your face as you stepped into the crowded room.

The excitement hit you instantly. You grabbed Jude and started dancing, and he didn't hesitate to join in, matching your energy immediately.

about two minutes after you heard a couple voices all saying Judes name, you figured they were his friends. You both stopped dancing to face them.

“what’s up mate!!” you heard Jude call out to them.

once they finished greeting each other their eyes shifted over to you.

these friends you had met a couple times before, they embraced you in a hug while all asking how you were.

You were all making small talk about the party and life in general when the conversation gradually shifted to their own topics, so you excused yourself and walked over to grab a drink.

You grabbed a drink from the kitchen, twisting the cap open as you rested against the counter. You didn’t really know anyone at this party other than Jude and his friends though you did know of many.

as you stood there watching everyone else you noticed 3 specific boys who seemed to be having the most fun. You thought you recognized them, they looked like three guys you’ve seen on Mexico’s team but you weren’t sure what their names were.

You found yourself smiling at the 3 boys having so much fun, but one of them completely stood out to you though. He was the most energetic one, full of laughter and making everyone around him including you smile.

After spending enough time people watching, you made your way back over to Jude. The moment he spotted you, he met you halfway, immediately reaching for your hand.

“hey i was just about to go looking for you” he said

“im a little bored, whens the fun starting” you said

he laughed before he spoke up again “i think my buddies said they were about to set up for some beer pong….if you wanna?”

“fuck im horrible at it” You groaned. "Fine. But you're helping me."

“I dont think it works like that babe” he smiled

“it does”

“not….” he adds.

you playfully rolled your eyes before telling him to lead the way which he then began to walk over to where you saw 10 cups stationed on both sides of a table.

once they were fully stationed they yelled out to see who would be the first to play and literally seconds later Jude began to walk away from you and towards the table

on the other end of the table was one of his friends, Morgan, they kept yelling things at each other across the table but you couldn’t exactly hear over the loud music

jude threw the first ball, a loud “fuck” escaped his lips after not making it in.

Morgan didn’t make it in either and they went on for a bit, not one of them making it in.

“Estos weyes no hacen nada,” you heard loudly from behind you, making you turn around. You couldn’t help but laugh when you saw it was one of the three guys you had noticed earlier.

“aver como juegas tu.” you teased.

He had been in the middle of talking to his friends, so when he suddenly heard your voice, he turned toward you with a slightly confused look before replying. “na pos mejor que ellos, nomas tiran y tiran y no llega”

he might’ve been right, you knew you sucked at this game but you didn’t know Jude sucked more than you, you didn’t even want his help anymore.

But soon enough, Jude finally made it in, making you turn around and laugh a little in the guy’s face. After that, they started getting the rhythm of the game, and it became a lot more intense, with Jude and Morgan going back and forth, taking drinks right after one another.

The game came to an end when all of Jude’s cups disappeared, making him lose. You could see Morgan on the other side looking completely hyped, while Jude just laughed and playfully stuck his middle fingers up at him.

“you’re worse than me” you said to him.

“that was just not my best work” he immediately replied.

“right….”

before you could say anything else you felt a tap on your shoulder

“oye, ¿tu y yo?” you heard as you turned around, it was the same guy again

“que” you said through your laughter.

“no que querías ver como juego, aver también quiero ver como juegas tu” he replied as he put his hand out handing you the ball

this is the moment where you regretted opening your mouth, you glanced over at Jude who did not make it better as he yelled “vamos baby, you got this go”

everyone was already yelling and chanting for you guys to go so you accepted the ball and just prayed.

he started first and of course, he wasn’t lying when he said he’d play better than Jude and Morgan because he immediately made it in.

you began to laugh because there was no way you were making it in first try. You then grabbed the cup and quickly poured the liquid down your throat while not reacting much. Now it was your turn.

“aver dale” he yelled trying to hurry you up.

“no me apures wey” you snapped.

“uy perdonnn” he replied with a slight smile, lifting his hands halfway up in a playful defensive gesture.

You inhaled and exhaled, carefully measuring the distance before throwing the ball.

to no ones surprise….it did not go in.

But it didn’t take you too long to finally make one in, and when you did, you jumped up in excitement. Jude, standing on your right, immediately put his hands up for a high five, which you happily gave him.

You weren’t really the competitive kind of person, but tonight turned you into one. Or, you could say, that guy was the one who brought it out of you.

you were both now on your last cup, it was your turn first, you could hear everyone on your side cheering and getting excited.

you threw the ball and watched it hit the farther edge of edge first before falling right into the cup. You showed excitement for about 5 seconds before he yelled out “elbows”.

you shook your head extremely confused just yelling out no. everyone on his side insisted it was elbows and even had a fee people on your side admit it as well. that completely ruined your mood and even more so when his shot did go in.

losing beer long was kind of your specialty but something made you really wanna win this specific game, maybe next time.

as you drank you last cup he celebrated and made his way over to you and spoke up. “pos asi juego, mejor que tu y tu novio”

you gave him a “haha so funny” look before saying “buen juego. Casi te gano.”

“casi” he quickly replied with a wink which you just ignored.

you then turned to walk away when Jude spoke into your ear. “whats with him? do you even know him?”

you gave him a confused look. “What? I don’t know anyone here except you and your friends, babe.”

“whyd he wink at you?”

you looked at him and just laughed.

“did he? i dont know, should we go ask him why” you said in between giggles.

he didn’t find it too funny so you spoke up again. “babe, that was like our first interaction ever i don’t even know his name, lets just have fun.”

“I guess… I’ve only talked to him a few times, but he’s a pretty chill dude,” he said, before adding, “except for when he winked at my girlfriend.”

you rolled your eyes before asking him about the guy you had just had the most heated beer pong competition against.

he told you he plays for the mexican national team as well as las chivas which you thought was why he looked so familiar, not that you were too into sports or football but you knew a little something especially after having become Judes girlfriend.

he also told you how they call him hormiga or something like that but that he wasn’t sure of his real name. you thought his nickname was pretty strange though, who accepts the nickname ant in spanish, that caused you to laugh a bit.

you were dancing with Jude when you spotted la hormiga, who name you couldn’t wait to figure out because you couldn’t take that name seriously. He was just across from you but you found him staring at you dancing with Jude, though not for long because once you made eye contact he looked away.

You thought that was weird, but you still found yourself not looking away, noticing when he glanced back at you again, probably thinking you had already stopped looking.

you were still dancing with Jude when you quickly snapped back, confused at that whole interaction you excused yourself saying you had to go to the bathroom, not a lie you did in fact have to piss after drinking so much beer. Though you didn’t even know where the bathroom was and you realized that after you had already walked away.

you found yourself walking over to la hormiga who was still in the same spot and you asked him. “oye sabes adonde esta el baño?”

“te enseño?” he asked.

“solo me dices, direcciones y ya” you said pretending to sound annoyed after all he did win against you not too long ago.

“bueno. solo sigues adelante ¿y ves donde esta esa puerta roja? ahi nomas”

you gave him a quick smile as to say thank you before following his directions.

“espera” you heard behind you

“‘tas bien, ya te dije que no necessito que me enseñes” you instantly said as you saw him speeding up to you.

“la verdad que tambien tengo que ir, culpa tuya”

“mia porque?” you asked

“me hiciste tomar mucho, en el juego” he replied and you instantly let out a laugh.

“tu a mi wey.”

you guys made it to the red door which wasn’t the door that les you directly to the bathroom, it was a quieter area away from the music which had doors to 2 bathrooms.

you marched your way to the first door you saw only stepping a foot in before you stopped yourself to ask him the question before you forgot.

“¿cual es tu nombre? el verdadero.”

“Todos me dicen Hormiga,” he said with a smile, defending the nickname like it was his real name.

“pues eso termina conmigo. ¿cual es?” you insisted.

“Armando. pero desde pequeño me dicen hormiga y ya me acostumbre.” he explained.

“ya pues horita me cuentas la historia que ya me meo” you rambled before closing the bathroom door.

once you walked out of the bathroom you noticed the other bathroom still occupied, you guessed it was by Armando and you debated whether or not you should wait for him.

you immediately brushed that thought out of your head, why would you wait for him? you don’t even know him and your boyfriend was currently out there waiting on you to return, you then walked back into the louder room and made your way over to him and the group he was with.

Throughout the night, you found yourself looking for someone, and every now and then, you’d catch his eyes already on you. Jude noticed you acting a bit off and asked if you were okay to which you just replied “what do you mean? Im fine”

You made friends with a couple of girls there whose vibes you really clicked with, and everything was going great. You were enjoying yourself, but you couldn’t help that your eyes kept making their way elsewhere. They kept landing on the tall Mexican with messy hair, beautiful long lashes, thick eyebrows, and a smile that was hard to ignore.

after hours of partying you got a little tired, it was now almost 11 at night and you decided you would sit down a bit leaving Jude to be with his friends. The girls you had befriended decided to sit down with you as well and you all just chatted a bit, until you decided to take your phone out and you noticed a follow back notification from around 30 minutes ago.

hormiga_glez started following you

a small smile crept up on your face before you lowered your brightness, clicked on his profile and scrolled. it was just a bunch of pictures of him on the field all sweaty and red in some. some of them were promo pictures or brand deals, the smile did not leave you face which causes the girls to question you.

“girl whats got you so smiley?”

you were so distracted by his profile that you didn’t even hear them not until they spoke up a second time.

“what?” you questi immediately putting your phone down.

“who are you talking to? should Jude be worried” they joked.

but that made you think.

should Jude be worried….?

since you laid eyes on Armando you haven’t been able to stop and now you were staring at his account with a smile on your face? You were here with Jude but your eyes were barely on him only on someone else.

you looked at them and let out a breath of air before replying. “girl bye, its just my family group chat they’re all together right now”

“they wont stop sending pictures” you added on.

you could’ve really came up with a better lie but you didn’t even really know these girls so you didn’t mind.

after a minute or two you picked you phone back up and pressed follow back, once you did you looked up and there he was, still in the same spot you saw him in a couple minutes ago.

you watched him laughing with the two guys he was constantly with until he reached in his pocket to take his phone out. He stared at his phone for a few seconds before finding you and giving you a small smirk before putting his phone away.

seconds later he began walking toward the kitchen, glancing back at you just long enough for you to understand what he was trying to say. You excused yourself before slowly making your way over to him.

at first none of you said anything, you both just stared at each like waiting for one of the other to say something.

“Te ves muy hermosa bailando,” was the first thing that slipped out of his mouth. He immediately closed his eyes for a second, almost embarrassed that those were the first words he chose, before looking back at you and waiting to see what you would say.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you played it off, keeping your expression calm. “ahh me has estado observando….muy stalker vibes”

The corners of his lips began to curl into a knowing smile.“claro, la noche entera. y no te hagas que tu también a mi.”

he wasn’t lying.

You both then began to talk about anything and everything, going from random stories to things you normally wouldn’t share with someone you had just met. Somehow, the conversation felt effortless, and you found yourself wanting to know more about him with every passing minute.

he ended up telling you the story as to why everyone calls him hormiga and even tho you still wouldn’t call him that you found it very cute.

“ay pero mejor suena yiyiga, te hubieras quedado con ese.” you giggled.

he told you how when he was little he would call ants “yiyigas” and he used to be scared of them and thats how the name stuck.

“Si quieres, dejo que seas la única permitida a decirme así.” he said with a grin.

You laughed, giving him a small smack on the arm.

“Don’t get too excited, I said it sounds better, not that I’m actually gonna call you that.”

as your conversation went on your hand rested on a countertop as you both continued to speak and so did his, “me encanta tu risa” he spoke as he slowly inched his hand closer to yours and if you were anywhere else, somewhere quieter, somewhere emptier maybe you wouldn’t have moved your hand.

“perdon” you both said in unison before a short silence that resulted in you both just laughing.

shortly after the laugher died down you spoke up “estoy con Jude….” you stated, you didn’t know if you were trying to let him know or remind yourself.

he stayed quiet for a while before he spoke up. “miss bellingham.”

“ni para tanto. no estoy casada idiota.” you giggled.

“¿y tu, no tienes a alguien? ¿o no te interesa alguien?” you asked.

“si me interesa alguien” he muttered, you almost didn’t hear him due to the music. “pero tiene novio” he added now closer to your ear.

you felt your skin warming up, You knew he was talking about you and you didn’t hate it, you knew it was time for you to walk away.

“bueno….suerte con eso.” you said before walking away.

Seconds after you walked away, you found yourself in front of Jude. “heyyyyyy lets dance” he said with a slightly tipsy smile on his face while he held a drink in his hands.

“oh you’ve been having a time huh” you said, raising an eyebrow.

he doesn’t respond he just grabs your hands dragging you to where theres people dancing.

you didn’t really like that he had been drinking so much, you wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t for the fact that he was driving tonight. You danced with him but you were matching his complete energy.

“Jude….you’re supposed to drive tonight, let that be your last drink please” you requested.

“babe im fine i promise.”

“yeah not if you keep drinking though. last drink.”

“yes ma’am” he replied and gave you a quick kiss, not putting up a fight.

thats when someone came up to you guys asking if you wanted to play cup flip to which Jude declined. “Im on probation” he jokes while pointing at you.

they then asked you if you wanted to play, you weren’t sure since Jude wasn’t going to but he insisted you should go play.

“just make sure you play extra hard for me” he shouted

you walked you way over to the table with Jude and saw as the teams were being formed. There were ten cups lined up across the table, and you were pretty sure you'd have to wait until the next round since almost every spot was already taken, with someone standing in front of each cup.

soon enough you heard someone invite you to their team “join us we need you. i saw how competitive you were with my boy hormiga”

it was one of the two guys Armando had been hanging out with all night, Armando stood to his right making prayer hands with the cutest smile at you so you’d join.

obviously you couldn’t resist, thats when you went to stand in front of the last cup next to Armandos friend and as you did Armando spoke to his friend.

“Brian, let’s switch.” He looked a little confused at first, but then remembered you were standing beside him and immediately realized why Armando wanted to switch.

Then another voice cut in. It was their third friend. “Armando, let’s switch,” he teased, sticking out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout while trying not to laugh.

“no wey tu quedate ahi” he immediately replied causing them all to laugh.

soon enough the game started, with the first person on your team immediately flipping the cup over, the second person followed flipping it right over earning screams from everyone on the team. you guys were currently one cup ahead, everyone was just yelling and hurrying everyone up.

“FLIP IT HURRY” was all you heard, you contributed every now and then when the other team would catch up.

Armando's two friends had just gone, and they lasted much longer than they should have, earning loud screams from the other team as they were now in the lead.

But now it was Armando's turn. He grabbed the cup, quickly downed the drink, making a face as he swallowed before setting it back down.

“dale yaa. con todo” you shouted at him.

you stared carefully at his cup so you wouldn’t miss your cue. he got the cup over during his third try and you quickly picked your cup up drinking everything quick to then set the cup down and start flipping.

this was genuinely the most competitive you’ve ever been, the other team was also on their last person so both teams were now extremely loud.

you could hear Armando to your right and Jude to your left yelling “you got this.”

after 3 flips your cup landed, you immediately looked up at the other team and they were still flipping stopping shortly after realizing they had lost.

“Esooooo!” you heard from your right. You turned to see Armando with his hands thrown up in excitement. You immediately started jumping, laughing as your hands met his in a high five.

when you looked to your left you saw Jude starring at you with a shocked expression. “excuse me miss competitive”

“cant let me out the house” you said in between laughs

“im done im sitting for the rest of the party.” you added

“are you sure? or do you just wanna go home?” jude asked.

you were really tired by now and you would’ve said yes but something didnt let you say yes.

“esta bien, ill just chill a bit you can keep partying”

“without drinks” you added.

“okay, let me know when you wanna leave” he replied before you both went separate ways.

you made your way over to the back outside area which was a little less crowded and sat on a step. The fresh air hit your face and you finally had time to just breathe.

you weren’t sure what was going on, you were trying your best to have a good time with Jude and you were for the most part but you were also really enjoying your moments with Armando more than you should’ve been.

Never in a million years did you think you’d be in this position. Almost a year ago, you met Jude, and months later, he asked you to be his girlfriend. You were completely new to this world, but you liked it because it was Jude’s. Now, you found yourself taking interest in someone else who was also a part of this world.

You were starting to feel a bit guilty. Your eyes drifted toward the glass door, where you could see both of them inside, laughing with a group of people. Seeing them together made the guilt settle in even more.

you didn’t understand why this was so hard for you, youd been with Jude for a while now, whatever you were feeling you should just ignore it but why was it so hard to? You genuinely couldn’t, Armando clouded your mind and the interactions you’ve been having all night haven’t helped.

When you and Armando spoke in the kitchen a while ago the conversation flowed so smoothly, he was so good at conversation which made it easy for you to go on. something about his eyes preventing you from looking away from them for more than 10 seconds and his smile felt basically contagious. you liked how nerdy and sarcastic he was, how he was confident but shy at the same time.

You found yourself looking back inside again, almost as if you were trying to remind yourself where you were supposed to be. Your eyes landed on Jude, and for a moment you just watched him. Then you noticed the can in his hand.

You had told him not to drink anymore, and he agreed without much of a fight. Maybe under any other circumstances, you wouldn’t have thought much of it. But tonight, your mind was already running in a hundred different directions. The situation with Jude and Armando was enough to overwhelm you, and now seeing Jude with another drink in his hand knowing he lied to you only made it worse.

Did he actually mean it when he agreed, or did he just say it because he didn’t want to hear you argue?

you didn’t feel like confronting him about it, you had already asked him not to drink and he went on and did it anyway there was not much you could do anymore.

you opened your phone and saw it was around 11:30 at night, it was pretty early to leave a party but you also just weren’t in the mood anymore. Unfortunately you came with Jude who you didn’t want to talk to right now, maybe you were over reacting but you were feeling a million different emotions right now.

you began to press buttons on your phone until you landed on Armandos instagram debating whether you should unfollow him and just leave all of it at this party and never think about him again. You let out a loud sigh and instead went to Judes contact.

im leaving alone, i see you drinking when you told me you wouldn’t.

if you wanted to drink this much we should’ve came in an uber

see you tomorrow.

you made your way back inside to leave through the front door making sure you didn’t pass by Jude though you did make slight eye contact with Armando who wasn’t with him anymore.

you didn’t know when Jude would see your texts but you didn’t really care you just wanted to leave, once you made it out the door you felt your phone buzz, you took it out of your pocket ready to see Judes name on your screen.

it wasn’t Jude.

donde vas?

te vas sola??

jude aun sigue aqui

it was Armando.

ya me voy a mi casa, me canse y Jude se puso a beber mas de lo que tenia

you replied knowing you didn’t have to but you wanted to.

————

Armando

no te vayas!! horita salgo y te llevo

————-

You

JAJA pero si tu tambien andas borracho

quedate estoy bien

todavia es temprano

————-

Armando

borracho donde?

ya paro de beber.

espérame si quieres caminamos

—————

You

vivo a una hora caminando. ya me voy

—————

Armando

enserio no te vayas, caminamos a un lado por ahi.

como dijiste aun esta temprano

—————

the thought of taking a walk with him didn’t sound horrible but you also didn’t know if it was the best idea. You texted him exactly that, but he wouldn’t give up.

————-

Armando

dame unos minutos, encuéntrame a medianoche por la salida de atrasss plisss😊

no acepto un no

solo un si

—————

you replied with neither, all you did was like his first message and found yourself walking towards the back exit.

it was currently 11:45 and you found yourself standing outside of a party about to wait 15 minutes for a guy you met a couple hours ago.

Your thoughts began going in circles again. Standing out here for 15 minutes wasn’t helping anything, so you carefully made your way back inside, hoping a few moments away would clear your head as you headed for the bathroom.

You stared at yourself in the mirror for a bit before opening your purse and taking out a few makeup products to touch up your face. You re curled your lashes, relined your lips, and added some blush. Once you were done you opened your phone again.

You had Armando’s message liked, while on the other hand, Jude still hadn’t replied or even opened your message. It seemed like the alcohol was doing its job on him.

You took a deep breath before opening the door and making your way back outside at 11:57. You stood there for a moment, nerves starting to creep. Then the door suddenly opened, revealing Armando who had a serious look on his face, but the moment his eyes landed on you, his expression changed and so did yours.

“hola” you both said so low it was almost a whisper.

you both let out nervous giggles until you spoke again.

“casi me voy.” you joked

“¿me romperías el corazón asi?” he said with his hands on his chest acting shocked.

“si.”

“bien mala eres”

before you could reply he added. “pero me gusta.”

you felt your skin warming up all you could do was let out a small laugh before you began to take a few steps forward.

“A ver, ¿a dónde me irá a llevar el tal Armando González?”

“la verdad que no se nada de lugares por acá solo pense en dar una caminada contigo” he admitted

you didn’t mind, a walk might be just what you needed right now. you agreed to just take a walk and if you guys found somewhere empty to chill then that’d be perfect.

you guys continued to walk under the dark sky every now and then making jokes and noticing things about this part of the city you never have before. At some point during your walk, your hands found each other again. This time, neither of you pulled away, letting your fingers stay intertwined as you continued walking.

As you both continued walking, you found an empty bench overlooking the city. The view was beautiful, the lights glowing in the distance as everything around you finally felt quiet.

The two of you sat there for a while, the city lights shining in front of you as the conversation slowly faded into comfortable silence. For once that night, you weren’t thinking about the party, the noise, or everything waiting for you back inside. It was just the two of you.

You looked over at him and found his eyes already on you staring at you with pure desire.

it didn’t take long for him to speak up. “sabes… hay algo que llevo queriendo hacer toda la noche.”

Your heart was now racing as the moment began to feel more intense.

“¿Sí?” you asked, staring into his eyes for a moment before your gaze fell to his lips.

There was something in the way he looked at you that made your heart race, like you both knew this moment was something you probably shouldn’t be having. Nevertheless, he slowly leaned closer, giving you every chance to pull away, but you stayed.

Your lips met, and the world around you seemed to disappear.

but then reality hit you not long after.

You pulled away, your eyes falling from his as guilt and confusion began to wash over you. Neither of you said anything. He just looked at you, almost like he understood exactly what was going through your mind.

“im sorry…” you whispered.

He shook his head with a small smile. “No te preocupes,” he assured you.

Neither of you moved though. The view in front of you was beautiful, and somehow his company was too. But there was still so much going through your mind, so much you had to figure out.

You didn’t know what this meant or what would happen after tonight. If things would go back to normal once the sun came up, or if this moment would change something between the two of you.

But for now, you stayed there, letting yourself enjoy the quiet moment beside him, neither of you wanting to be the first to walk away

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note: im having fun writing these this is only my second fic ever so ntm on me guys and thank u for the interactions on my first post I appreciate it so muchh.