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Uhm…Aitana, is your foot alright? 😳😂

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Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your dms or ask box with storylines and rp ideas!

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She’s so pretty 😍

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That’s a very pretty girl 😍

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Do not let them erase this. Do not let them tell you he meant "my heart goes out for you."

This man is the grandson of a Canadian Nazi sympathizer who moved to South Africa BECAUSE he thought the apartheid was just the coolest.

He has a gaggle of kids specifically because he believes his genes are superior and need to be spread to improve humanity.

He has thrown his support behind the neonazi party in Germany and the far right party in the UK, not to mention how far he's wormed up the ass of the Republican party.

He threw two sieg heil salutes back to back at the inauguration of the president of the United States and is trying to scrub the evidence off the internet.

Elon Reeve Musk is a fucking Nazi.

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CapiTANA 💙❤️

CAPTAIN AITANA 🫡

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Happy Birthday, Aitana Bonmatí !

Aitana Bonmatí Masterlist

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𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒍𝒌/𝑨.𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊

The first time you ever spoke to Aitana Bonmati, the conversation left you baffled.

It was a breezy, sunlit morning at the Barca training grounds, just a couple of weeks after you’d joined the team. You were new to Barcelona, and adjusting to life in Spain was already a challenge. On top of that, your limited Spanish made communication with most of your teammates feel like an endless series of charades. But Aitana was different. She’d already caught your eye—tiny but fierce. She had this incredible strength despite her size, and you soon learned she was affectionately called “baby Hulk” by her teammates. But beyond her reputation on the pitch, it was her affectionate smile that truly made her stand out.

On this particular morning, Aitana approached you, cheeks a little pink, as if she’d been rehearsing something in her head. Her gaze met yours, and she took a deep breath, then said, “You…buy coffee…me?”

You blinked, caught off guard, trying to decipher her intent. She pointed to herself and mimicked drinking, eyebrows raised expectantly. You weren’t sure if she was asking you to go get coffee with her or telling you to buy her one. Before you could even ask for clarification, she gave a satisfied nod, said “Gracias,” and walked off, leaving you standing there, coffee duty apparently assigned.

The next morning, you decided to show up with a coffee, hoping maybe it was what she’d wanted. You handed it to her, and her eyes widened in surprise. “No! No, no…not…this,” she stammered, clearly flustered. She stumbled through an explanation in her adorable English, trying to explain that she’d wanted to invite you for coffee, not for you to buy her one.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the misunderstanding now incredibly endearing, and she looked at you, cheeks burning, as she realized what had happened. “I…invite you. Coffee. Together,” she said slowly, determined to get it right this time.

From then on, you never let her forget that first conversation, bringing it up just to see her blush.

But despite the language barrier, something clicked between you two. You found yourself gravitating toward Aitana, charmed by her determination. She was magnetic, and even though her English was shaky, you could tell that she understood you in ways that mattered. And bit by bit, her English improved as the months went by. Your teasing about her early mistakes never ceased, though, and every time you brought it up, she’d laugh in that unfiltered way that made your heart flip.

Over time, the teasing became part of your routine, like an inside joke you shared just between the two of you. When Aitana scored a goal, she would always turn toward you and without fail, leap into your arms. You’d spin her around, feeling her legs wrap tightly around your waist, the noise of the stadium fading into the background.

At home, she was even more tactile, always finding ways to hang off of you. If you were cooking in the kitchen, she’d come up from behind, jumping onto your back with a soft grunt, her arms slung around your shoulders as she balanced on your hips. Or if you were watching TV, she’d curl up in your lap, her head resting lazily on your shoulder or absently tracing circles on your arm. Her touch was gentle, but there was a fierceness in her presence, as if she couldn’t get close enough, and it made you feel adored in a way that went beyond words.

After watching a particularly intense game, she decided she wanted to come up with a nickname for you. She scrunched her nose, deep in thought, muttering various possibilities in Spanish. Finally, she looked at you, beaming with pride as she declared, “I call you… ‘Big Bear’.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by her choice. “Big Bear?” you repeated, a little horrified. “Why?”

She hesitated, clearly noticing your reaction. “You are strong, but also… cuddly?” she tried to explain, searching for the right words. She looked at you, her face falling slightly as she read the alarm in your eyes.

You laughed, and she let out a relieved sigh, swatting at you playfully. “It’s not good?” she asked, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. You reassured her with a grin, telling her you’d come to accept “Big Bear” if that’s what she wanted to call you.

There was one viral moment when Aitana had been trying to answer fans’ questions at an open training session. Her English was still a work in progress, so when one fan mentioned they had been at the stadium all day, she tilted her head and, in her typical earnest way, asked, “You work, or not work?”

It became an instant meme among fans, something almost everyone teased her about it for weeks. Even you couldn’t help but join in, mimicking her question in a mock-serious tone. She’d roll her eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips as she told you to stop, but you could see how amused she actually was.

Sometimes, she’d try to surprise you by practicing English phrases she’d learned. She’d walk up to you, saying “You are… beautiful, today,” the hesitation in her voice only making the words more precious. And each time, you’d melt, feeling as though those were the most wonderful words anyone had ever spoken to you.

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MVP and smol 🐧

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what a woman 😮‍💨 adidas really brings out the best of aitana in these ads! 🤩

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She looks so miserable

Aitana looks frozen. Poor girl isn't suited to this weather

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She hates the cold with all her heart 🤣

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Aitana