#memo ochoa

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.

⌗ guillermo ochoa

love letter ― hotel balcony talks ― anniversary letters ― dance with me ― the necklace ― sunscreen duty ― the height difference ― first confession ― window shopping ― lazy morning ― shy girl ―

⌗ diego lainez

proposal at the stadium ―

⌗ kevin alvarez

beach sunset ― matching jewelry ―

⌗ carlos acevedo

home after training ― sunshine and strawberries ― jealousy looks good on you ― wearing your goodbye ―

⌗ gilberto mora

first crush ― study date ― first flowers ― first 'i love you' ― the lucky bracelet ― handwritten note ― family approval ― jealousy's favorite audience ― first kiss ― sol for hoy ― cheeks full of love ―

⌗ brian gutierrez

friends don't look at each other like that ― young hearts ―

⌗ edson alvarez

noting here . . .

⌗ armando gonzalez

noting here . . .

⌗ joao felix

five minutes (and a little bit of you ) ― just one more game ― forever starts here ―

⌗ neymar jr

noting here . . .

⌗ jude bellingham

noting here . . .

⌗ lamine yamal

noting here . . .

⌗ cristiano ronaldo jr

fala comigo ― first love, first everything ―

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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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 ;)

Sealed with a kiss.

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!

Brian Gutierrez x Mexican DCC! Reader

You have gained lots of fame with the new series of America’s sweetheart’s documentary on Netflix, being one of the fan favorites for representing Mexico in the Dallas cowboys. You had to been chosen to advertise along with Kleine the World Cup, but she stayed in Dallas and you had to go to Mexico City. Kleine had been chosen for her excellent Japanese skills for interviews, meanwhile you got sent to Mexico City to translate for interviewers and just to represent Mexico in general. You got in your dcc uniform and headed to the interview sight where you saw the most beautiful man you have seen, he was a fair skinned blonde with blue eyes. As the interview went along, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, paying the most attention when he answered even though it was the other players that needed help with translations. When the interview ended, you had stayed to talk to one of the producers, thanking you for coming all the way to Mexico. Though there was only one player left in the room, I learned his name was Brian Gutierrez. “Hey, your (reader) right?” “Oh! Yeah.” From there on out we had a pretty solid conversation, I learned more about him then what I did in the interviews. He was really funny, thank goodness my uniform finally did me justice and bagged me a fine guy. “Gutierrez your on!” A staff yelled “well I have to go, see you around.” I hope I will, Mexico won 3-0 against Czechia. After the game ended and you finished up all the commissions, Brian came up to you again. “Hey so your not leaving Mexico soon are you?” He asked “well I leave in 3 days” “I think your really pretty and I wanted to ask you if I can take you out on Friday before you leave.” “Of course!” The day comes and Brian takes you out to this really private fancy restaurant, a little over the top for a first date but whatever. Surprisingly he’s really funny, we shared stories about our career and childhood. It all seemed too good to be real, maybe being a dcc is worth it.