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leeenuu · 1 year
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world cup 2022 + ao3 tags (1/?)
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farmersliga · 1 year
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guillermo ochoa of mexico saves a penalty against poland’s robert lewandowski (22.11.2022)
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I’m convinced Ochoa just stores up all his XP every four years to unleash pure chaos and insanity every World Cup
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captain-stede · 1 year
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guillermo ochoa my beloved <33
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mexikainer · 1 year
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Memo's save vs. Poland (22.11.22)
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yudgefudge · 6 months
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mama, i'm in love with goalkeepers
david raya | aaron ramsdale | mike maignan | yassine bounou | alisson becker | guillermo ochoa | iker casillas
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holygrailimagines · 1 year
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Marriage
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Tonight, was probably one of the biggest celebrations of Memo’s life, he was the best man at Chicharito's wedding. The whole night was drinks after drinks as you and Memo danced your feet off on the dance floor. It didn’t hit you how drunk he really was until 2 am. The only reason you knew was because of how emotional he was getting. Every time he looked at you, his eyes would well up with tears and he would boast to everyone near you about how he was going to marry you and how you were the future mother of his future children. 
“Con cuidado mi amor, no more.” You said sweetly, reaching for the thousandth cup of wine he poured himself. He quickly downed it before you could take it away. You sighed, realizing it was time to head home. 
“(Y/N), I love you soooooo muchh. I would die without you. I never felt that way about anyone.” He confessed his love for you for the millionth time tonight. He began to sloppily caress your face, tears streaming down his face. You smiled at him, getting butterflies in your stomach. 
“I know, I love you too. Now, let’s get ready to go home.” You say pecking his lips. You call a cab as two of his friends help transfer him from the venue into the cab. You sit next to him and buckle him in as his head is thrusted back on the seat. He looks almost dead. You close the cab door when suddenly, 
“¡ADIOS MIS AMIGOS!” He leapt up into action, frantically waving goodbye at the remaining guests at the wedding. You giggle as he begins to blow kisses at them. The whole cab ride home is just filled with him slurring words that made absolutely no sense. When you arrived, it took you about an hour to get inside. You practically had to drag him up the steps and into your shared home. 
“Weeeee!” He cheered weakly with eyes closed as you continued to drag him into the bathroom. You don’t know how but you managed to sit him up on the toilet. He kept dozing off as you brushed your teeth and removed your makeup. You got a wet paper towel and gently cleaned his face. He sluggishly pointed at his mouth, indicating he too wanted to brush his teeth. So, you brushed his teeth for him. 
“You’re beautiful,” he said with a mouth full of toothpaste. You smiled as you continued to brush his teeth. 
At this point, he was slightly more sober, and it was easier to bring him into the bedroom. You gently removed his shoes and socks. You slipped off his suit and you left him in just his boxers. You began to remove your clothes too and he watched you quietly. You tucked him into bed, making sure he was on his side before heading off to the light switch. 
“(Y/N)?” You heard him ask lazily. You turn around.
“Yes?” You asked, your fingers pinching the top of the light switch. 
“If I asked you to marry me, would you?” He asked, almost fearful of what your answer would be. 
“I would be a fool not to.” 
These football players literally pulled me out of a months' worth of writer’s block in just a few hours. 
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jusalle · 1 year
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Ochoa Imagine
•I don't deserve you•
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You were a professional soccor player and you played for the womens mexico team. You played as forward which was an important role. You've always felt pressured because you always kinda have to be the best and make goals or else people will just hate you.
Right now your playing against Germany and they had a good team which means this game was going to be difficult. Right now it's the 55th minute and it's still 0-0.
You kept getting so close to making a goal but it never goes in. Now your started to get frustrated and your team keeps getting injured so you have alot of stress.
At the 78th minute you got a penalty. You knew you needed the penalty. Your palms were all sweating and you were shaking. You decide to just go for it.
You kick
And the goalkeeper blocks it.
And it's rare that you miss a penalty
You could already feel like you let alot of people down, just from that penalty
You already know the press will be all over you after that penalty and social media will talk about it for days. Then they will judge how bad I did.
You still had hopes you or your teammates would make a goal sooner or later. So you kept trying.
Around the 89th minutes. Your teamate scored and the game ended. It was 1-0, you were happy you guys had won but you knew you could've done better and people will give you shit about it.
You just wanted to go home and be with your husband.
Your husband was Guillermo Ochoa or well known as Memo Ochoa. He's a goalkeeper for Mexico. And you might be wondering why he didn't come to the game. Ochoa had practice and he couldn't miss it and you understood but he's probably home by now and you just wanted to be in his arms.
You left the field and went into the lockeroom and took a quick shower and got changed and left in a hurry, not wanting to deal with people giving you bullshit.
You got into the car and started driving home and thinking about how you could've done so much better.
You decided to check your phone and wanted to see if Ochoa texted you.
You grabbed your phone and saw all the notifications about your penalty. Notifications either by Instagram, news or anything talking about your penalty. You saw some of the things said about the penalty.
"What a joke, she's the worst player of all time"
"Disgrace to the Mexico team"
"Kick her off"
You just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
You put down your phone and focused on the road. All those things said about you kept replaying in your head. You simply couldn't get them out. You felt so weak, and things got into your head so easily and you hated that.
Your head started to hurt from holding back tears and you simply just couldn't take it. So you just let it all out while driving home.
You finally got home and parked and shut off the car. You wiped your tears, you didn't want your husband worring about you. He already had enough on his plate as it is.
You get out the car and open the door.
"Amor is that you?" You heard your husband say
Usually you always awnser Guillermo but you were so tired you didn't want even speak.
You took off you coat and shoes and walked to the kitchen where Guillermo was at.
"Amor I made us some dinn-" Your husband stopped talking once he turned around and saw your face
"Were you crying Bébe?"
Once he said that, tears just started flowing
Guillermo came up to your and hugged you. You hugged him back just wanting to be in his arms. Then he starts whispering in your ear
"Amor calm down please"
"Amor everything will be okay"
" Shh, it's okay Y/n, I'm here"
Then now you guys moved to the couch and you finally stop crying and relaxed into your husband's arms.
"You wanna talk about it Amor?"
"I missed a penalty today in the game. You know its rare if I miss. The press and social media are already talking shit about it and talking how bad I am. I've could've so much better Guillermo. What if I'm really that bad at soccor?. People already hate me and saying I'm a disgrace to the Mexico team and how do you even love me Guillermo. Everyone else hates me so why shouldn't you and-"
"Amor stop talking. Do you even hear yourself right now?. Don't listen to the stupid press, they always act like they they do better than you. Your the best player I know, you do not suck and you shouldn't listen to those damn people on social media, they are just jealous of you. Lastly, I love you and I would never hate you Amor. Please never say that again."
"I will always love you forever and never forget that Amor. I love you with my whole heart"
Guillermo takes my hand kisses my hand then to my forehead then lastly on my lips.
"I'm sorry Amor"
Guillermo is always so gentle with me. He always knows what to do whenever I'm sad. He always knows exactly what to do in every situation. Also always there for me and cares for me.
We both got up from the couch and decided to eat together.
Then after that we decided to go to bed since it's been a long day for the both of us. As soon Guillermo touches the bed he falls asleep so fast and you chuckle at this.
" You are too good for me Guillermo"
"I don't deserve you Amor"
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Helloo! I hope you guys liked this one and I'll probably be posting another one tomorrow. ALSO brazil is playing south Korea tomorrow!.
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iconschidos · 1 year
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Memo Ochoa
México national football team
like or reblog if u save pls <33
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nadalffc · 1 year
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ochoa is insane lol my man is one of those world cup players he becomes a WALL in wc matches
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desstehhnee · 1 year
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CHINGON DE CHINGONES🇲🇽🇲🇽🙌🏽🙌🏽👑👑
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i9abella · 1 year
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these soccer players bro omfg
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oleandersonafield · 10 months
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¡Feliz cumpleaños Memo!
Te quiero mucho <3
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Ochoa stopped the first penalty in a World Cup match since 1930, san memo simply built different
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captain-stede · 1 year
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memito i'm so sorry you didn't deserve this 💔 see you in 4 years where you'll save yet another penalty
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Christmas Eve- Lainez x reader fluff
(Ik Christmas was a few days ago but I just thought this would be cute😭)
It was Christmas Eve and your boyfriend, Diego, was invited to your family’s home to spend the weekend there. As you two drove through the snow towards your parents house, you both admired the whimsical and mesmerizing lights. However, Diego couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was fascinated by the reflection of the colorful lights in your eyes, and struggled to pay attention to the road. The music playing on the radio grew distant as you turned your head to smile at him, for his other senses were broken down by the sight of his girlfriend.
“Diego,” you began, “we need to take a left here.” Diego paused and then remembered that he was driving to your family’s home, the feeling of sudden realization was plastered onto his face, as his eyes narrowed then lit up.
“Oh wow, I totally forgot.” Diego admites through a laugh, however you reassured him, for it was only a mistake, everyone gets distracted.
You two were only about half a mile away from the house, and after Diego finally pulled into the driveway, you held his hand after he released the gear shift. Diego’s hand was warm, and your hands seemed to fit in them perfectly. Diego looked up and smiled at you, then opened the door on his side, in which you promptly followed soon after.
Your shoes collected snow, and you shivered as the sudden rush of cold air hit you, after coming around the front of the car, you could see the weather was having the same affect on Diego. He looked up from the ground and at you, and made an awkward smile before grabbing your hand tightly to share the body heat, and rubbing inside with you.
“Momma!” You called from the mud room, “We’re here!” Upon hearing your voice, your parents dog, Carlos, sped towards you and jumped onto your leg with a large grin and a wagging tail. Diego loved dogs, and bent down to pet the canine and greet him very quickly:
After the dog was your little brother, b/n.
“Y/n!” He exclaimed as he barreled towards you and Diego. B/n was wearing a reindeer onesie, and his hair was a mess, the sight was nostalgic, and caused a rush of joy to wash over you.
“Hello, b/n! I’ve missed you so much.” You greeted as you bent over to hug the short little boy, however he had other plans, for he jumped into your arms without warning or hesitation. The action almost made you fall over and tumble on top of your brother, but Diego grabbed your shoulders and adjusted your balance before you could fall.
Your little brother paused, then looked up at Diego. He looked puzzled, then a few seconds later, a toothy grin was spread across his face.
“Diego Lainez? Oh my goodness, I’m your biggest fan. I want to be like you when I grow up and play for Mexico so badly!” Your brother said. Diego giggled and smiled at your brother as he gave him a high five and some words of encouragement:
“I’m sure you’ll make a great player, b/n.” That made you smile, you couldn’t put your finger on the feeling, oh yes, this was almost like storge. Diego filled the father figure role very well, and you couldn’t help but find it attractive and “heart warming.”
Your little brother thanked Diego and ran off alongside the dog, as your parents walked towards you. Your mother smiled and tan towards you, wrapping you in an embrace once she was closer to you.
“Oh y/n, I’ve missed you so much!” She exclaimed whilst shaking you in her arms as you struggled to breath. “Oh my! Is this Diego?”
Your mother turned to look at your boyfriend, as he gave her an awkward smile and a wave, prompting her to wrap him too in a warm embrace. You snickered as you watched your boyfriend struggle to breath the same way you did a few minutes ago.
Looking away, you noticed your father, he had his hands in his pockets and had a genial appearance: He wore a red sweater with a reindeer being ridden by an elf, and had a smile on his face.
Like how your mother reacted to the sight of you, you responded to your father in the same manner, lunging towards him in excitement. You hugged your dad as tight as possible, and exchanged greetings. Now it was time to introduce Diego to D/n.
Diego waved and addressed your father as. “Mr. L/n” your father laughed, for he wasn’t super strict, but much more laid back, contrary to what Diego feared. After greeting the family, everything went by in a smooth fashion. You and Diego brought in your bags and gifts from the car, and dropped y’all’s things off in your old room.
When you arrived in your room, Diego looked around and smiled, confused about why he had such a wide grin, you looked around.
Oh my God. There on your wall, above your bed, was a poster of Edward Cullen from twilight, a My Chemical Romance poster, and a figurine from Doctor Who was sat beside your bed. You cringed, remembering your interests from when you were younger, now while you go to sleep you’ll have to look a pale vampire in the eyes, how strange.
“My room is worse,” said Diego, interrupting your thoughts. “I loved Pierce the Veil when I was a teenager, and other weird things.”
That made you laugh, the thought of Diego in skinny jeans and a band tee.
“I’d just like to forget about any strange phase I had when I was younger.” You said as you dropped your bags onto the floor.
“That sounds alright, but I’d still love you even if you were still ‘edgy’.” Diego jokingly reassured, “Now let’s go downstairs. You nodded and grasped his hands, as you two made your way down the stairs.
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