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Lucas , Gonzalo and Mateo Portillo 💙

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Jaime Seoane and María are expecting their second child! 🧡

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Slavisa Jokanovic • Real Oviedo (1993-1995)

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🎙️6️⃣7️⃣ CD PEPINEROS 🥒 | 💰 MERCADO: ¿Vienen Darko Brasanac y Juan Cruz? Salida de Naím García al Barça B | 🔄 La vuelta de Raba | 🆚 Previa del Real Oviedo vs CD Leganés | 🗣️ Entrevista a Raúl PINTÓN, capitán del Juvenil A

En el DIRECTO de hoy vamos a hablar de los últimos días del Mercado de fichajes de invierno en este mes de enero. ==== Todos los jueves a las 19:30 en Twitch 👉🏻 https://twitch.tv/oscaregido ==== Os voy a contar cómo están las salidas de Josema Sánchez, Darío Poveda y Naim García. Y si con su salida va a venir alguien. El elegido para reforzar el frente de ataque es Juan Cruz. El extremo del…

[thekitmanuk]

Real Oviedo 2023-24 Adidas Away Kit Unveiled

Football kit news from Spain as over the weekend the new Real Oviedo 2023-24 Adidas away kit was officially unveiled. Real Oviedo 2023-24 Adidas Away Shirt The new 2023-24 Real Oviedo away jersey is predominantly pink with a subtle all over pattern. The crew neck collar and side panels are coloured navy as are the Adidas stripes on the shoulders, the Adidas logo on the right breast and the…

[doux-amer]

I'm reading Sid Lowe's newest interview with Santi (and because of that, reading two more of their older ones) and god, Santi is sunshine personified. No one can make so many people—including so many footballers and managers—beam with joy as soon as they even see or hear the slightest mention of him.

[rafescvntyclubgf]

“𝐁𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧” - 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐔

𝙽𝙷𝙻!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸𝟸

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 | 𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝙻𝙰 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝙷𝙻 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝙳𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑?

𝙻𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎?

𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 | 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 - 𝚓𝚓 (𝚎𝚡 𝚋𝚏), 𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊 (𝚓𝚓’𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝), 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 (𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎’𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛)

𝜗𝜚 𝕁𝕒𝕟𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝟙𝟞𝕥𝕙 𝜗𝜚

𝚙.𝚜. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎 💕 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝.

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸𝟹

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Yes of course any idea you have send it. Just give me the details 😊 I'm glad I can write for you. // It's me again, who asked 😅😅.

Could you write a funny/fluff one about Pedro x reader. Like the reader is visiting Pedro on the set of Fantastic Four in Oviedo and everyone makes Pedro being protective/jealous over the reader because the crew and his cast members (Coco included) makes him blush every time they tell him how happy he looks after he finally opened his heart to a serious relationship. Like the reader could maybe tell them some jokes about how goofy Pedro is around the house, or he almost burnt the whole house cause he can't cook 🤣🤣

(if my husband sees this: babe I love you, thanks for he inspo)

My Boyfriend, the Firestarter

Here is your request it was a quickly written 😁 I hope so you are gonna like it ❣️

Description: Burnt chicken, jealous extras, and a whole lot of love. This lighthearted story chronicles the ups and downs of dating Pedro Pascal in secret, proving that even a famous actor can be a dorky sweetheart (who occasionally sets things on fire).

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Lot of love and fluff

The crisp Oviedo air nipped at your cheeks as you huddled deeper into your oversized coat, watching Pedro film a scene.

He was seriously captivating, even when he wasn't just being Pedro. The director yelled "Action!", and boom – he was someone else entirely, this tough, seen-it-all kind of guy. You knew the real Pedro was a goofy and shy sweetheart with a surprisingly bookish side, a version the world rarely got to see.

That was your secret, and you cherished it.

Keeping your relationship under wraps had been Pedro's idea. He valued his privacy, and after a string of fleeting romances, he wanted something real, something away from the glare of the paparazzi.

You understood. It wasn't always easy, but the stolen moments, the whispered "I love you"s in quiet corners, made it all the more special.

As they were filming some extra dude strolled by offering a polite smile. You smiled back, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Pedro’s gaze narrow.

His jaw tightened, and he totally messed up his line which, of course, the crew found hilarious.

"Cut!" the director yelled. "Pedro, you okay? Lost in thought?"

Pedro shot a angry glare at the guy, though he was trying to play it cool.

He mumbled something about needing a coffee break and he grabbed your hand, practically dragging you off set.

"Someone's a little jealous," Coco, his hair groomer and close friend, chuckled, winking at you. Coco was one of the few who knew about your relationship, and he delighted in teasing Pedro.

"I'm not jealous," Pedro protested, though his flushed cheeks said otherwise. He pulled you into a quiet corner, away from prying eyes. "Just…protective."

"I know, babe " you said, reaching up to smooth a stray curl from his forehead. "And I appreciate it."

"He was practically drooling over you," Pedro grumbled, though a smile played on his lips.

"He smiled politely," you corrected, laughing. "Besides, I only have eyes for you."

Pedro’s expression softened, and he pulled you into a gentle embrace.

"That's what I like to hear," he whispered, kissing you softly. "Now, where were we? Ah yes, coffee. And then…maybe we can sneak off somewhere later?"

The thought of spending some quiet time with Pedro, away from the set and the watchful eyes of the crew, made your heart flutter. Being with him, even amidst the chaos of his career, was the best feeling in the world. And as you walked hand-in-hand towards the catering tent, you knew that no matter how famous he was, no matter how many handsome extras smiled your way, your heart belonged to Pedro Pascal, the man behind the actor. And his heart, you knew, belonged to you.

You and Pedro grabbed some empanadas and settled at a table when, inevitably, the cavalry arrived. Coco, naturally, was first, followed by Vanessa, Joseph, and Ebon, his co-stars. The whole crew seemed to show up around you and Pedro.

The conversation buzzed with set stories and inside jokes, and then, Coco, never one to miss an opportunity, piped up, "Pedro, you seem…radiant. Dare I say…happy?"

Vanessa chimed in, "Seriously, Pedro. You've got that glow. Is there something you're not telling us?"

Joseph raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Finally settling down, are we? Someone's tamed the wild Pascal."

Ebon, always the joker, added, "Next thing we know, you'll be wearing matching sweaters and adopting a golden retriever."

Pedro blushed and stammering, "Guys, come on…" He glanced at you, a mix of amusement and slight panic in his eyes.

You squeezed his hand under the table, giving him a reassuring smile.

"They're right, actually," you said, deciding to put him out of his misery. "He is happy. And yes, he is in a serious relationship. With me."

A chorus of "Oohs" and "Finally!" erupted from the group. Pedro looked at you, his expression softening.

"He's amazing," you continued, ignoring the playful whistles. "Even if he did almost kill me that one time."

"Hey! It was a rogue toaster oven!" Pedro protested.

"And he almost burned down my kitchen trying to make me chicken soup when I had the flu," you added, grinning. "It smelled like burnt rubber and despair."

"In my defense, the recipe said 'sear the chicken,' and I wasn't entirely clear on the definition," Pedro mumbled.

Everyone burst out laughing.

"But seriously," you said, turning to Pedro, your voice softening.

"He's the most wonderful, goofy, caring man I've ever met. And I’m crazy about him."

You leaned in and kissed him, a sweet, lingering kiss that shut down any further teasing. When you pulled back, Pedro was beaming, his earlier embarrassment forgotten.

He looked at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "I love you too," he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. And in that moment, surrounded by the laughter and chatter of his friends and colleagues, you knew that your secret, while now shared, was still something precious, something uniquely yours and Pedro’s.

Later that night, back in your hotel room, the city lights twinkled outside as you cuddled close to Pedro. He was scrolling through his phone, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"You know," he said, finally putting his phone down, "I'm really…really happy."

"Me too," you whispered, nuzzling into his side.

"I mean…seriously happy," he clarified, his eyes searching yours. "I want…I want this to be something real. Something…forever."

Your heart did a little flip. "Me too, Pedro."

He took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. "Maybe…maybe you could come with me to the premiere?" he asked, a touch of nerves in his voice.

"I'd love that," you said, squeezing his hand.

He pulled you closer, his gaze intense. "I mean it," he murmured. "I want to be with you…forever. Whenever you're ready…I'm ready."

Tears pricked at your eyes. "Pedro," you said, your voice thick with emotion, "I love you. I will love you forever. And I'm so incredibly lucky to have you. You're an amazing man."

He kissed you gently, a slow, tender kiss. When he finally broke the kiss, he grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"So," he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble, "about the rest of the night…I was thinking…we could do some things?"

He nuzzled his nose against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Naughty?"

He trailed a finger down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Definitely spicy"

You laughed, playfully shoving him. "You're incorrigible," you said, even as your heart pounded in your chest.

"Hey," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, "a man's gotta have priorities."

He nipped playfully at your earlobe, making you gasp. "And mine," he continued, his voice husky, "are definitely…you."

He pulled you closer, his eyes burning with a playful intensity. "Unless," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours, "you had other plans?"

You met his gaze, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "Oh," you whispered back, "we'll just have to see where the night takes us."

After fun and naughty time as you drifted off to sleep later, wrapped in his arms, you knew that the "forever" he spoke of wasn't just a word. It was a promise, a feeling, a shared dream. And you, you were ready for it. Ready for forever, with Pedro, and whatever delicious surprises he had in store.

To all husbands if your wife is reading this,

SHE LOVES YOU..And she just likes to read 😉 Let her enjoy 😊

Thank you for your request and reading 💜

It was my pleasure ❣️

[lazybutsmexy]

Heart-stopping

Alejandro Vargas x f!reader

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, mention of violence, description of injuries, otherwise pure fluff, pregnancy announcement, crack?

Summary: Only Alejandro can kill Alejandro. You may easily give him a heart attack, though.

On AO3

A/N: Sorry, this is not my triumphant comeback. I had to get this out of my system so I can continue my work. I hope to be able to write more soon though!

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Only Alejandro can kill Alejandro.

The proverb was often repeated among his peers and subordinates with a mix of awe and reverence, and by his rivals and enemies with spiteful resignation.

You, however, repeated it as a mantra - or a prayer? - in your head whenever his chest rose and fell with every breath. Just like you had for a week now.

Just an hour earlier, the nurse had come with orders from the doctor to pull him off the meds keeping him asleep, and you anxiously wrung your hands together, waiting for any signal of your beloved Alejandro awakening.

When he finally shifted and gave signals of waking up, you released a shaky breath you weren't even aware of holding. His name fell from your lips in a whisper, and his eyes flew open as if a spell had been broken at the sound.

As soon as his eyes found yours, his lips flickered a smile, revealing the dimples that created ripples on his cheeks like the ocean.

"Buenos días, mi amor," he breathed out, his voice rugged and raspy from a combination of sleep and a dry throat.

"Es medianoche, pendejo," you offered him a wide grin, carefully approaching him and cupping his face, pressing your lips to his with the urgency that it warranted.

After the longest week of your life, your lover was finally awake.

A few seconds later, you pulled away and inwardly celebrated the little dispeased noise he made when trying to chase your lips. You offered him a glass of water instead, and he accepted it silently, taking slow sips until his parched throat didn't resemble a desert anymore.

Once he was satisfied, you took the glass back and cupped his face, your fingers stroking the growing stubble and brushing against the bandage covering his head.

"Are you hurting anywhere?" Your voice was quiet as you studied him carefully, looking for any hint of pain.

"I feel pretty numb all over," he groaned, nuzzling your hand like a sleepy cat, "I'm mostly confused as to why I'm here."

Your brows furrowed as you remembered the doctor had warned you about amnesia, and took you a few moments to finally gather your words.

"We were under heavy fire from the cartel while crossing the bridge," your hand slowly moved from his face to his chest, feeling the bandages under the hospital gown, "they got you between your chest plates, and the impact made you lose your balance."

You paused to take in a deep breath, trying to keep the tears at bay while you relived those memories. He watched you closely, his smile slowly falling at the signs of your distress.

"Oviedo jumped after you into the river, but you hit your head at the bottom real hard," you watched as his brows tightened and his fingers enveloped your wrist and his thumb traced your pulse, a silent apology of sorts. But Alejandro rarely ever apologized - or did anything else - silently.

"Lo siento mucho, mi amor," he offered, his heart breaking a little at the sight of the unshed tears pooling in your eyes, "I've made you worry for me again, didn't I?"

A sharp snort left you as you used your free hand to wipe the tears away. "I was worried sick, Alejo, and everyone else too," you briefly thought of Rudy, now in charge of the Vaqueros for the time being, and them too, who often texted you and called you for updates. "You were put in a coma for a week because your brain swelled up."

His eyes widened at the information, his fingers tightening around your wrist slightly. "Verga... That does sound pretty bad..."

You took a deep breathe in to compose yourself, and nodded as you leaned down to press your forehead to his bandaged head, enjoying the gentle warmth sipping from beneath them. "Doctor said you'll be out of commission for a while, until he's sure there's no lasting damage."

Alejandro suppressed a groan and a complaint at the news. He was a soldier commited to his cause, but he was also a realistic man. If he was in no shape to guide his men, he wouldn't dare put them in unnecessary danger. The quickest way to return to his duties would be to heal.

Only Alejandro can kill Alejandro.

The toughest man in the army.

Still, very much a man that can be brought down by bullets one day.

"What about you, mi amor?" He questioned you as he tenerly brushed your cheek with his fingers, eager to focus on something else. He noted the bags under your eyes, and let his eyes wander over your form. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

You kept in silence for a few seconds as you stared into his eyes, but moved to bury your face in his neck instead, immediately raising all the alarms in his mind. "... I'll be out of commission for a while, too."

His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head, slowly stroking your scalp, "what happened, mi vida? Did they get you too?"

You enjoyed his touch with a secret smile in your lips. Even after all he endured, he cared so much about your well-being that it made your heart swell. It also made you feel just a tiny bit bad about what -or rather the way - you were going to tell him. But you wanted revenge for all those sleepless nights spent worried sick over him "...you did."

Alejandro blinked once before forcing your head off his shoulder so he could look straight at your face. His eyes searched yours in a raising panic as he registered your words.

He had no memory of the incident itself. Had you been close to him when he was shot? Had he hit you in the confusion after getting hit himself? He would never live it down. Even taking into account that in both your careers injuries were common place, he would never forgive himself if he had been the direct cause of any injury on you.

The warning bell from the machine registering his palpitations went off, signaling a worringly increase in his heartbeat, causing you to shake yourself from your trance to look at it.

Oh.

Oops.

"Alejo, tranquilo," you offered him an apologetic smile, laying your hand flat on his chest and rubbing it, "I'm sorry, I was just joking - kinda."

He blinked at you in confusion, his brows furrowing deeply as he looked at you as if you were insane.

"Esos chistes no son graciosos, amor," he scolded you, and you leaned in to kiss him sorry, but he pulled away with a petulant pout, "casi me da un infarto. I didn't know you were the kind of woman to make that kind of jokes."

You chuckled softly and pulled away, reaching into a paper envelope you had left earlier on the bedside table "Bueno, pero si me diste, Alejo," you smirked at him playfully, handing him the square picture, "you got me good."

He glared at you for a little longer before taking the picture, examining it. It had your name on one of the upper corners, and a circle zeroing on a tiny protuberance. "Y esto?"

"The reason I'll be out of commission, mi amor," you smiled at him warmly, "or should I call you papi? I mean, you should start getting used to it."

Alejandro's eyes shot up to meet yours again, this time wide as plates as your words sunk in. "...when did you...?"

"Doctor confirmed it two days ago," you stroked his cheek, watching him closely for any reaction. You hadn't actively talked about forming a family before, other than in a hypothetical future. So, you were still quite unsure whether or not he would take the news in stride or not.

You were rewarded with a wide grin that nearly parted his face in two, and his free hand moving to your body, tenderly landing on your belly. You reciprocrated with your own grin, your eyes flooding with fresh tears, this time out of pure happiness.

"Voy a ser papá?," he wanted to confirm, and you didn't wait to nod your head eagerly, leaning closer to him again until you were in range of a thousand of small kisses he spread over your face before pulling you in for a long kiss.

Only to be interrupted by the machine again, its alarm announcing his rising heartbeat and causing you to inch back from the kiss in a giggle.

"Alejo, tranquilo!"

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BONUS:

"Soy tan feliz, mi amor," he mumbled in your temple, his lips brushing your skin. After the doctor had finally seen him after waking up, he spent a whole half a second trying to convince you to join him on the bed. He pulled you closer to him, enjoying your warmth and your closeness.

"I'm so elated," you hummed into his chest, before letting out a soft sigh, "I'm just not looking forward to your mamá berating us for getting pregnant before marriage."

"... Ay, pinche verga, cierto." He whispered in horror, the machine beeping loudly again at the thought of his very catholic mother reacting to the news.

"Alejo, cálmate!"

[realmadridfamily]

Anastasia Lunina

Anastasia was born in Dnipro. She met her future husband Andriy (Real Madrid goalkeeper) on the internet and they have been together for 9 years. In 2018 they moved to Spain, first to Valladolid (Oviedo) and then to Madrid, where they were surprised by the invasion. "It was a shock, a huge pain. All my relatives were in Ukraine, near the battles. Constant stress, tears, weeks without sleep, daily new news and the last months of pregnancy. Andriy had to leave the field not knowing whether he would learn about the death of his loved ones. But we were adamant and supported and continue to support Ukraine and Ukrainians". The Lunin family, together with the Oviedo club, organized the arrival of three families with children from Kharkiv, who currently live and work in Spain. Anastasia and Andriy currently work as volunteers, organize charity events and help children with cancer. "Our hometowns, both Andriy's and mine, are under constant bombardment. So I have only one wish: for the war to end and for my son to finally see Ukraine, because he has never had the chance to be there".

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18.01.2025 | Welcome to the world baby Chloe Moyano Navajas! 🧡

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Manel Menéndez • Real Oviedo (1994-1999, 2002-2003)

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