alèxia, iâm not sure when iâll be ready to let go of you. i donât know if i ever will. youâre woven into every part of this club. you mean so much to me, to women and little girls around the world. you made every challenge seem like nothing, but hearing about your struggles with trying to be perfect broke my heart. you will always be perfect in the eyes of fans and your peers. the knowledge you shared with the younger players is priceless, and Iâm proud to call you my captain. being a captain and loving this club with all your heart means knowing when to walk away. you are leaving us and our history in a better place than when you arrived. you built the foundation brick by brick, and now we can feel grateful to have alèxia putellas in our history books.
visca el barça, visca catalunya i visca alèxia putellas đâ¤ď¸
an â balde was amazing today and barca are supercampeones again đâ¤ď¸
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the stadium buzzed with the remnants of celebration, a sea of blue and red flooding the stands as confetti rained down. alejandro balde stood at the center of it all, the supercopa trophy gleaming in his hands, a grin stretched wide across his face. y/n watched from the sidelines, her chest swelling with pride as the team gathered around him, their voices raised in victory.
her phone vibrated with messages from her friends who had been glued to the screen all night. âyou must be so proud.â âyour man is a champion!â she smiled down at the texts but didnât reply. instead, her focus stayed on himâher aleâwho looked like he belonged in this moment, radiating joy and accomplishment.
when he finally caught her eye from across the pitch, his grin softened into something more personal, more intimate. he motioned for her to come to him, his free hand outstretched.
âale, iâm gonna get trampled!â she laughed, hesitating as the playersâ families and friends swarmed the field.
âthen iâll come to you,â he called back, jogging toward her without hesitation, the trophy in one hand and his other reaching for hers. when he was close enough, he pulled her into him, the cool metal of the trophy pressing against her side as his lips found her forehead.
âcan you believe it?â he whispered, his breath still heavy from the game. âwe did it.â
âyou did it,â she corrected, her fingers curling into his jersey. âyou were amazing out there, ale. iâm so proud of you.â
he pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes sparkling with a mix of disbelief and excitement. âyou donât think iâll ever get used to this, do you? winning something like this?â
âi hope you donât,â she said softly, her gaze flickering between him and the trophy. âit makes moments like this even sweeter.â
they stood there for a moment, lost in their little bubble despite the chaos around them. his teammates yelled in the background, pulling their families into photos, but ale didnât move. his world had narrowed down to her.
âcome on,â he finally said, his hand sliding down to lace his fingers with hers. âwe need a picture. our picture.â
she laughed as he dragged her to the center of the pitch, the lights of the stadium shining down on them. someone handed ale a flag, and he draped it over his shoulders before pulling her close again. they posed together, the trophy between them, her head resting on his shoulder as the camera clicked.
âperfect,â he murmured, kissing her temple once the photos were done. âiâm framing that one.â
âyou say that about every picture we take,â she teased, poking his side.
âand i mean it every time,â he shot back, his grin playful. âespecially tonight. youâre part of this win, y/n. youâve been there for me through everything.â
her chest tightened at his words, and she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. âiâm always going to be here, ale. every win, every lossâyouâre stuck with me.â
his eyes softened, the weight of her words settling between them. âgood,â he said simply, his hand finding its place on her waist again. âbecause i donât want to do any of this without you.â
the night stretched on as they celebrated with the other families, laughter and joy filling the air. y/n snapped candid photos of ale with his teammates, her heart swelling with pride each time his laugh rang out. and when the stadium finally began to empty, the confetti scattered and the trophy safely tucked away, ale wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they made their way back to the locker room.
âtonight was perfect,â he said quietly, his voice full of contentment.
âbecause you won?â she asked, though her teasing smile said she already knew the answer.
âbecause i had you to celebrate with,â he replied, pulling her closer. âthat makes it perfect.â
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the final whistle blew, and the entire stadium erupted in a symphony of cheers and excitement. you felt fernando squeeze your hand, the both of you frozen for a moment, overwhelmed by the realization that it was finally overâpedri had won. the tension that had held you captive for the last ninety minutes evaporated, replaced by a flood of emotions as you watched him on the field, his face lit up with triumph.
as soon as the victory was confirmed, the crowd around you burst into celebration, but you could barely hear them. your heart was racing, the tears spilling freely down your cheeks as you laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. fernando pulled you into a hug, and your family joined in, your emotions shared with everyone around you. but amidst all the noise and the chaos, your focus remained fixed on pedri.
he was still on the pitch, surrounded by his teammates, but you could see him scanning the stands, his eyes searching until they found yours. the moment your gazes locked, his whole face softened, the intensity of the match melting away into something warmer, something meant only for you.
your cheeks flushed as his eyes lingered on you, and you shifted nervously under his gaze, clutching the tenerife flag a little tighter around your shoulders as you followed his family onto the field. each step you took toward him felt monumental, your heartbeat loud in your ears as the moment drew closer. this was the first time youâd be with him since everything, since his victory, since the pride that swelled in your chest had become too much to contain.
pedri was the first to reach you, his pace quickening as he closed the distance between you. without hesitation, he pulled you into his arms, lifting you off the ground in a tight embrace that made you gasp. âmi vida,â he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, âyou look amazing.â
you smiled up at him, your heart racing as you settled in his arms, his hands gently caressing your face as he wiped away the tears from your cheeks. "why are you crying, my beautiful emotional girl?" he teased softly, his lips curling into a loving smile. "you know I couldnât have done this without your support."
as you both stood there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, pedri leaned in and whispered, "iâve missed you so much, mi corazĂłn. being away from you was the hardest part of all this."
âi missed you,â you murmured back, your arms winding around his neck, the familiar scent of him grounding you in the whirlwind of the moment. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes filled with so much affection, it made your knees weak.
he reached for the medal around his neck, his fingers tugging at the ribbon as he pulled it off. you opened your mouth to protest, but he was already slipping it over your head, his fingers brushing against your neck as he adjusted it so it lay perfectly against your chest.
âpedri, stop,â you protested softly, shaking your head. âthis is yours, not mine.â
âno, mi vida,â he corrected, his voice soft but firm, his hands lingering on your shoulders as he looked down at you with that familiar, adoring gaze. âitâs ours. i couldnât have done any of this without you.â his thumb traced along your collarbone, where the medal rested. âbesides, you look beautiful with it. you should wear it for me.â
you felt your face heat up at his words, the weight of the medal and his touch making your heart flutter. âyouâre too much,â you whispered, your voice trembling slightly as you lowered your gaze to the ground.
but pedri wasnât having it. he gently lifted your chin with his hand, his thumb grazing your jawline. âlook at me,â he murmured, his voice low and intimate. âthis win, mi amorâitâs for us. i mean it.â
your throat tightened with emotion, the overwhelming pride you felt for him mixing with the love that seemed to grow stronger with every word he spoke. unable to find the right words, you simply nodded, your hand reaching for the medal. your fingers grazed the cool metal, and with a soft smile, you lifted it to your lips, pressing a tender kiss to the part that bore his name.
then, with a shy glance at pedri, you raised the medal to his mouth. he understood immediately, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he leaned down and kissed the same spot. the two of you shared a private moment, your lips meeting the medal instead of each otherâs in front of all the cameras and media that surrounded you.
âyou always know what to do,â he whispered, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers traced the edge of the ribbon resting on your neck.
before you could respond, pedriâs teammates came rushing over, pulling him into a hug and breaking the moment. you stepped back, watching as he laughed and celebrated with his friends, the joy evident on his face. you clapped along with everyone else, but deep down, your nerves were still buzzing, the need to be close to him growing stronger by the second.
after the team had taken their pictures, the photographers turned their attention to you and pedri again, gesturing for you to come closer. pedri slid his arm around your waist, pulling you to his side as you both posed with the trophy. despite the cameras clicking away, the bright lights, and the eyes of everyone watching, all you could think about was how close he was, how his hand rested protectively on your waist, how his lips brushed your temple as he leaned in to whisper, âyouâre doing great, mi vida. just a little more.â
you nodded, trying to push away the shyness that always crept in during moments like these. pedri sensed it, though. he always knew when you were feeling overwhelmed. he squeezed your waist gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he whispered, âiâm proud of you, too. for everything. for being here.â
his words made your heart swell, and for a moment, the cameras and the crowd faded into the background. all you could see was pedriâhis love, his pride, his unwavering support for you, even in the middle of his own celebration.
when the photographers finally gave you a moment of peace, pedriâs attention returned solely to you. he grabbed the tenerife flag from your shoulders, his eyes darkening with something deeper, more intense than before. without saying a word, he draped it over both of you, creating a small, intimate cocoon amidst the chaos of the stadium.
your breath hitched as he looked down at you, his hands resting on your waist, his fingers gently tracing circles on your skin through your shirt. âmi vida,â he murmured, his voice low and rough, âyou know what i need now, donât you?â
you couldnât help but laugh, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin. "what do you have in mind, campeĂłn?" you teased back.
you blushed, your heart racing , unable to find the words. you could feel the heat of his body pressed against yours, the fabric of the flag wrapped around you both like a promise.
âkiss me,â he whispered, his voice barely audible as his lips hovered just inches from yours. âno cameras, no crowd. just us.â
your heart raced as you nodded, your stomach flipping with anticipation. you could feel the tension building between you, the weight of the moment, the celebration, the emotions that had been bottled up for so long.
but this time, it was you who closed the distance. without thinking, without caring about who might be watching, you grabbed the front of his jersey and pulled him down, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that was slow, deep, and filled with all the love and passion youâd been holding back.
pedriâs hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as he kissed you back with equal intensity. the world around you disappeared as you lost yourself in him, in the warmth of his embrace, in the way his lips moved against yours like they had been made for this moment.
the flag fluttered around you, creating a barrier between you and the rest of the world, and for those few seconds, it was just you and pedri, wrapped in each other, finally together again.
when you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as soft laughter bubbled up between you. âthatâs the only reward i need,â he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.
and in that moment, wrapped in the tenerife flag, with pedri by your side, you knew there was nothing else in the world that could compare to this feelingâto being with him, sharing this victory, this love, this life together. you were home.
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