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freshlyrage · 9 months

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I'm obsessed with Running like water and it is such a good fic and I was wondering, Since you posted about wanting to do mini chapters for the before, Would you ever write a homecoming chapter since yk Texas?

Ahhhh. Thank you so much bae. I got a little carried away and decided this will be a two part mini flashback from the Running Like Water. I phoned my Texan friends for this, its getting real. Read note where this falls in the timeline hehe. ENJOY

Homecoming Part 1

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: HIGH SCHOOL just angst and fluff these two mini chapters

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

authors note: This is a flashback chapter, this falls between Chapter 1 and 2 of Running Like Water . Enjoy some baby andrea and javi angst.

word count: 3.4k

Liandra hated mums. And no, not her mom, you guys were from Texas not the UK for god's sake.

The girls lacrosse team stood in the mouth of the gym doors to the field, Liandra flicked the blue streams of ribbon. She narrowed her eyes at the 4 senior girls who’s mums were large, covered in white streamers, a small teddy bear attached to its heart. I just will never be that extra when I’m a senior. She whispers to you and you slap her shoulder, your own mum making a crunching sound as your arm swipes past it.

Monica on the other hand loved her mum, she was huge on school spirit and homecoming, president of the hoco committee, she was smiling ear to ear, waiting to yell and run on field for pictures.

It was your first homecoming but you knew all about it. You helped Genie make her senior year mum, you shouted at your brother from the bleachers when they let all other sports present themselves before the big football game. It was your turn now, second to last to run out. The entire football team stood behind you and your girls. Your hair pulled in a ponytail, lacrosse jersey hanging loose on your body casting an unflattering look with your flared jeans.

You had a cute blue top to go with your school's colors but your coach scolded you and forced you into your jersey.

You look over your shoulder at the tall boys fraternizing and chanting, we lose every year but they seem hopeful.

Your eyes fall on Brian Flores, a senior who had pulled you aside last week to call you beautiful. Your freshman self blushed so hard you could feel the heat in your ears. He asked you to homecoming which shocked you, you almost wanted to ask why. He was a senior and freshman weren't allowed to go unless their date was an upperclassman. Your suspicion up and left when he kissed your cheek.

You like to think you’re a sucker for romance but your friends just think you're a sucker for attention.

Monica did not approve, only loser seniors feel the need to sweeten up freshman.

He flashes you a bright smile with his mouth guard half out his mouth, your stomach flips and you smile back. Staring back at Liandra who wiggles her brows and Monica leans into your ear,

“He wants you so bad, it's sickening. In a bad way.”

You roll your eyes and the doors open, cueing your team. Hand in hand with Liandra you run, Monica was on the front lines. You stare down at your feet pressed to grass, the friday night lights reigning down on you as the crowd cheers.

One thing Texas doesn't play about is homecoming, you learned that young. The bleachers are packed, so packed you’re already overthinking, how the fuck am I going to find space.

You hated events like these, it always felt like the entire student section was eyeing down and sizing you up when you looked for a seat.

Well you were a bit too distracted, running while staring at the crowd. You bump into a tall volleyball player's back very awkwardly. “Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry.” You look up slightly, the girl turns.

Fabulous.

Lorraine Smithfield.

One of the many girls on Javier’s rotation. The one people are saying is the one. According to lunch gossip the two have been going on dates, apparently he drives her home now too. You screwed your brows and frowned to yourself, feeling jealous over a silly little crush. You always awaited the day you would finally be able to be in school with Javi but that fantasy crashed and burned the first week of school. You attended the school bonfire and there you saw Javier with a beer in his left hand and his arm slung over some girl. That was pre-Lorraine.

But Lorraine is here now, It hurts all the worst when the girl is as pretty as she is.

Lean, long blonde hair and killer brows. Ripped out of a magazine, and even sweeter, so you've heard. And your pastor's daughter.

Well here she was, looking down at you with a sweet smile. “It's okay girlie,” she glances at the photographer and then tugs you into her side and forces you to be prepared for your high school photo op. A bright flash makes you blink hard and without giving you any time to think the coaches begin herding you to the sidelines. Lorraine still got her arm hooked with yours. Taking you with her. She smiles, flipping her blonde locks over her shoulder. “Little Andrea Peña right?”

Your heart slams in your chest and you look a bit confused, afraid she knows about your crush.

But it's worse.

Seeing your confusion, walking you off the field with the rest of the girls, she continues. “Don Chucho calls you little Andrea Peña, your Javis family friend, no?”

You blink rapidly, your mouth parted a bit.

Great, beautiful, you think, making you sound like Javier's family, not inappropriate and mortifying at all.

You nod, following her into the bleachers. My god she’s met his dad. Feeling your chest tighten you look at the ground as a final attempt to hide your red face. The feeling of being watched by all the students cheering doesn't go away. “Uh-sure. Brothers friend but-”

She cuts you off, “Do you want to sit with us, he's all the way in the end.” She points and you don't even bother following her finger. Your stomach twists in untangle-able knots at the thought of third wheeling, you smile weakly looking over your shoulder. Monica and Liandra were already settling down. Somehow, you could feel Javier's gaze.

“I’m okay, but thank you.”

Javier watches you from the bleachers. Lips quirking at its corners, he felt like he’s known you for much longer then he has. 3 years is a long time in high school. He felt his chest tighten when he saw you in your small top at the 7/11, your skin spread flush when you realized it was him who had stopped in his tracks.

Andrea?

Watching you run, your friends running in front of you, Liandra let go of your hand. He watched your face change, that face you always seem to make. Like a kid lost in a store, your lips parting and eyes wide. Javi still kept his eye trained on you as you—run straight into Lorraine.

Oh, right.

The reason he showed up, the pretty girl he had been seeing. Javier didn't care for school events, especially anything involving the football team. Jonathan Saylor in his trig class had talked him up about the football team bucket list which included heinous acts, Javier moved his seat the next day, next to Lorraine. That's how it started. The sweet girl who showed up at his house and accidentally met his father. His father who, could never shut up about you, telling his possible future girlfriend that;

Have you met little Andrea Peña? You two would get along well.

Javi shot the illest look at his embarrassing dad.

Now you have and she's holding your arm dragging you towards him. He's exactly not sure why but the idea of you and Lorraine on either side of him makes him nervous. Like Javier is doing something wrong, like he's caught in the act. You still have that face, like she said something that makes you turn red. It doesn't take much to get you all flustered, for Javi all it takes is a hello, he thinks it's sweet.

Sometimes he wonders if you really did have a crush on him when you were younger or if it just was your brother teasing him.

Lorraine points to Javi, his eyes widen and you don't bother looking up.

You just say a few words and walk away, leaving Lorraine confused at the foot of the bleachers. You hurry away, head straight down like you were meaning to hide your face. And Javi watches you with concern, until you're walking up to your friends, still you somehow find a way to cover your face from his view. Lorraine furrows her brow as she walks up the steps to Javier’s side.

“What’s Andreas' problem,'' Lorraine's voice calls him from his weird space of concern and chest pain, what's his issue? Javier furrows his brows, “She's a bit socially challenged or what?”

Javier’s eyes snap to his not yet girlfriend, annoyance bubbling. You were a shy kid, always have been even with him despite your closeness. Especially in school, every time he waved at you in front of your friends you would like you've just gotten pantsed in the middle of the hall. He didn't want to add salt to the wound by starting up a conversation and embarrassing you even more. Maybe you were just embarrassed of him. In some weird teenage girl way, and maybe he was embarrassing in that same teenage boy way. Maybe it was because he would say hi to you around Lorraine, but that was simply coincidence. “Don’t be an asshole.” Javi snapped. Lorraine frowns but slides her hand between Javier’s crossed arms. Her manicured hand held onto the bend of his arm.

Javier’s eyes scan the football field and the rest of the bleachers, trying hard not to look at you again.

He does anyway and you're standing, arms crossed like him with a small pout. Javi looks down at the nails scraping his arm and then back at the side of your face.

No one has their hand holding you as you stare off at the field, so maybe it was that.

Javier straightens out his arms at his sides, dropping the girl's arm, earning another frown from Lorraine.

“Has Laredo ever won a homecoming game?”

“No, trust me I’ve been to all of them. It ends like this every time.” Monica yawns with you and Liandra on either side of her. The game was always a big deal and kind of fun, but for everything but the sports. It was really just the energy of the crowd and the idea of being allowed out late.

The sounds of metal creaking speared your ears but the sound of Liandra’s insane cackle makes it better. You're stumbling over your feet as you jam with the rest of the crowd at the end of the stairs. Liandra wanted to stay by the field entrance to wait for the players to leave, Brian looks hot sweaty were her words of encouragement.

So you all stand in the school parking lot, lit with food trucks and parents indulging in the nostalgia of being at homecoming.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Javier approaching you and your friends, alone. You did your best to ignore him and the supermodel the entire two hours of the game. The one thing about caring too much about what others think is that you are unfortunately also on high alert of the looks from anyone… ever.

God forbid a look from Javier Peña.

Javier’s look is one far too familiar, so you could feel his eyes on you most of the game and it completely ruined your night. The whole time, arms cross trying to conceal whatever you were feeling in your belly. Like you were going to break if someone asked you if you were okay.

And if they did, fuck because how do you explain to a normal person a crush this ridiculous. This serious to you at least. I mean you had to take a cold shower after he hugged you in 7-11.

So again you did your best to ignore him, like you hadn't just seen him kiss Lorraine on the cheek and start walking towards you.

“Andrea,” He calls and your friend's heads snaps towards him. Kill me now. You smile flatly at him. Coming closer, you let go of Monica's arm. He looks awfully handsome tonight, sporting a laredo high school hoodie, it was so casual that it made your head spin a bit. Again, it made your head spin again, you saw what he was wearing earlier when he was attached at the hip with Lorraine in a hoodie and denim he just looked like a boyfriend. And he’s standing in front of you and your friends, tall enough to block the light shining from the parking lot. “Can we talk?”

Your mouth parts slightly in pure horror, before you can even think Monica has her hand flat on your back, shoving you forward.

“Uh–yeah sure.”

He says nothing and tilts his head away from your friends and walks. Your wet eyes widen and you give a pleading glance to your friends who couldn't give a damn. You follow Javi a few feet from your girls.

You take a mental image of the position he has you in right now, you are against the field fence and he's in front of you, not too close but close enough that through the smell of deep fried goods you can smell that nutty cologne he always wears.

“So?”

He narrows his eyes, “You met Lorraine.”

“I did, yes.”

You cross your arms, hiding in any way you can. You could make a run for it, if you tried.

“Why didn't you sit with me?”

Your chest caves at that, but your face screws in confusion simultaneously so he’ll never know how flustered the question made you. “Why would I?”

It came out ruder than intended, Javier frowned, his gaze falling to the ground. “‘Cause Lorraine invited you.” His accent poking through.

“My friends were waiting on me, and I didnt feel like third wheeling.” You mumble the last bit and somehow, beyond all the noise of homecoming, he hears it. His lips twitching into a smile he has to bite back.

“You third wheel with Frankie and Genie every day-”

“We don't even hang out anymore” You cut him off, your emotions getting the best of you. Your voice was slightly whiny and annoying but you couldn't care, it was the truth. You were close when you were a tween, you're 2 months from sixteen now, he left without telling you a word. And fuck it, you were a bit pissed about it. You knew that the two of you weren’t best friends, Frankie was his best friend. But Javier was your friend too.

Was you friend, now, you aren't so sure.

He looks wounded, “Andrea come on now-”

“No–its true. Last time we hung out, like really spent time together, you were fifteen and I was thirteen. Sorry that I didn't want to tag along awkwardly with you and your girlfriend.”

His jaw ticked at that. And despite your burst of anger, when his softened eyes scan your body you find yourself fighting the urge of just kissing him once and for all.

But the flare in his nostril makes you flush in a whole other way. In a way devoid of crushing, blushing and

kisses, just fear that he’ll say something to hurt you.

“Lorraine isn't my girlfriend,” Just a girl who has met your dad you think. “and I didn't mean to upset you.”

Your eyes widen at the half apology, and you're all flustered again. But before you can talk he–

“Next time I’ll think twice before I invite my best friend's kid sister to hang out. I apologize for trying to be polite and include you, god knows you used to whine about being left out.”

You straighten up at the low blow, your heart slowly breaking at the unnecessary cruelness from the one boy who has ever been nice to you. The one you convinced yourself that his kindness wasn't out of pity but maybe out of actually liking you, I guess not, I guess I was wrong. “Don't call me kid. We’re not even two years apart.” You grit, hating how childish you sounded in that moment. Sounding just like a fucking kid.

And he notices and laughs a mean one. The two of you stand in silence, waiting for someone else to hurt the other, it wasn't going to be you. You wouldn’t.

And you hadn't known then, but it sure as hell wasn't going to be Javier. He hated seeing you cry and in that moment his brain was on fire, killing himself internally for taking it there with you.

“Andrea–oh am I interrupting something?”

Your eyes snap to Brian as stood with his helmet in one hand, Javier still had his eyes peeled on you. You were so focused on your argument that you hadn't noticed the boy approaching you. Trying to figure out how to fix this with you, how to make up with you. Also trying to figure out why he feels torn in half after a small argument, why he feels like he’s going to be sick.

“No”

“Yes”

You both say at once, your eyes narrowing at Javier who had said yes. The conversation was done for you, you just wanted Monica to take you home so you could cry over this, over everything. Over the fact that he called you out on what you were most insecure about, about how Lorraine wasn't even his girlfriend and has met Chucho, how she's been to his house. And cry hard at him calling you kid for crying out loud.

The poor boy stares puzzled, his eyes scanning between the two of you. “Uh-I was just going to tell you that I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 5. You okay?” He places a large palm on your shoulder and you smile a small one, wrapping your hand around the boy's wrist.

“Yeah, I’m good–go-go change and go home, sorry about the loss today.” You throw in some fake sympathy. Like earlier you feel Javier’s gaze burn at the way you are holding Brian.

He laughs, “Ya tú sabes, es lo que es. See you tomorrow then?”

You remove his hand and smile warmly, your eyes still wet from the threat of crying over Javier Peña who was fuming from behind you. “See you…”

Just when Brian gets far enough…

“What the fuck was that?”

Your nose scrunches and you turn with a look of annoyance at Javier. “What do you mean?”

His arms are crossed and he’s close to you, in that same annoying protective way he did whenever you two were out together during summer. It was a bit endearing and made the tips of your ears hot. Two summers ago he was like this, you remind yourself why you're pissed and that crush fog clears.

“He’s too old for you. Homecoming? You’re a freshman.”

“Oh please Javi!” You groan and start walking away but he follows you.

“Go with me instead–he’s bad news.” His voice so whiny and urgent.

Your heart drops but you don't have enough time to take him seriously. He's just stringing you along. You’ve had it with his pity, his selfish ways and how he looks at you like he’s about to get down on one knee. It fucks with your head. You turn to him one last time.

“Please stop acting like you care, I don't feel left out anymore. I have my own friends and life now. You guys only had me around because my mom made you, cus’ i couldn't make friends but obviously-” You wave your hand in a half circle, he got the memo. “-Obviously I’m doing better now, so just please leave me alone.”

The look on his face, boyish, soft and hurt and at that point you just couldn't bear it. If you looked at him any longer you'd crumble and beg for forgiveness. If you gave him time to respond you would fold over for him once again

So you leave him instead, this time you leave him.

Javi watched you go, his mouth dry and his chest in that strange pain. Driving home replaying how desperate he was the second he saw you with another man, what was his problem? How he had nearly seen red at Brian holding onto you like that.

The image of Brian in his shoulder pads making you blush spun in his head while he tried to sleep.

It wasn’t until Javier was then, in his bed at 3 am when he was reminded of the football team bucket list.

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oftatteredwings · 1 year

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⸻ JESSICA ALBA. SHE + HER / have you ever heard of VIVA LAS VEGAS by elvis presley, well, it describes YASMIN STEVENS to a tee! the 39 year old, and MUSIC AND SINGING TEACHER was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more distrustful or more CREATIVE instead? anyway, they remind me of early morning runs through hyde park, high ponytails, stiletto peep-toe heels, the high rollers table at the bellagio casino and tattoo shops, maybe you’ll bump into them soon!

time in notting hill ; 5 years.

ABOUT.

Name: Yasmin Stevens Nicknames: Yas Age: Thirty-nine Date of birth: 2nd October 1983 Birth place: Roswell, New Mexico Occupation: Music and Singing Teacher Romantic/sexual orientation: Biromantic/bisexual

ABOUT.

tw: depression, schizophrenia, bullying

Was born in Roswell to a pretty much single mom as her dad disappeared when she was only 9 months old.

He sent the occasional cheque up until Yas was around 10, but then vanished completely. She didn’t know him at all and still doesn’t.

Her mom was rather eccentric —- she ran the UFO museum and was completely obsessed with everything alien, every day she was coming home with another conspiracy theory.

Naturally it meant that Yas ended up known as ‘the weird kid’ in school, despite hating all the alien goings on in the town.

By high school she received a slight upgrade when she started singing karaoke around town. Instead of just ‘the weird kid’, she was ‘the weird kid with a set of pipes’.

Around that time, her mom had a complete break down. It was a combination of things, some asshole who had completely screwed her over and fact she was convinced she’d been abducted two weeks prior to the break-up. One definitely didn’t help the other. She was eventually diagnosed with severe depression and schizophrenia.

Yasmin’s grandparents took them both in so that they could look after her mom and she set out in search of work, picking up jobs here and there singing at weddings and parties.

As time went on the teasing she’d received when she was younger only grew worse, her bullies having found out about her mom. Kids were cruel, but she became hardened to it —- she became hardened to everything.

At 20 she’d finally had enough. Friends were few and far between, her mom barely even recognised her anymore, there was nothing in the town for her. So she left, packed up her car one night, filled the tank and just drove. She didn’t know where she was going, she just needed to leave.

For a while she settled one state over, taking one day at a time. She picked up a waitressing job and sang every night, finding herself a house share in Phoenix for a couple of years.

She made it to Vegas shortly after her 23rd birthday. Picking up a job doing what she loved was difficult at first, so she took to busking, almost getting herself arrested half a dozen times. One day, though, she was headhunted. Someone who had seen her sing told their friend about her who happened to be friends with a talent hire in the city. Several weeks later she was offered a job singing in the lounge at one of the big casinos.

While she was there she met actually met someone and they had a rather whirlwind relationship. They were moved in together after a couple of months of meeting, but he disappeared on her after only 2 weeks. It was safe to say this did absolutely nothing to help her start trusting people or letting them in again.

For the next 8 years or so she moved around, eventually heading to LA and singing there for a few years, but also taking on some extra training with the intention of turning her attention to teaching instead.

Her decision to come back home stemmed from both a decline in her mom’s health and the need for change. Within six months she’d moved the pair of them out of the country and set up home in one of the pastel coloured terraced houses that lined the streets of Notting Hill. News had reached her that the father who had been so absent all of her life had in fact moved to the UK and she has been on a mission to track him down ever since.

She’s now teaching music and singing at the local high school, as well as conducting private singing lessons in her spare time.

HEADCANONS.

Owns a black Pomeranian called Coal.

Has around 8 tattoo’s now and 10 piercings (9 are in her ears alone). The tattoo’s were supposed to be for significant events in her life, but in the end she just started getting random designs she liked when there weren’t too many moments.

Is actually pretty good at pole dancing after picking it up in Vegas.

Can play 7 instruments including the trumpet and harmonica.

Loves running. Perhaps a little too much.

Is convinced she’ll never actually have a family of her own.

Always wears high heels (unless she’s running, obviously lol).

Does have a soft side, but you have to keep chipping away at her rather hard exterior to get to it.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

- paternal half-sibling/s (any family now located in the uk). - maternal half-siblings (she has 2 younger siblings). - cousins on mom’s side. - good friends in notting hill. - exes. - flings/one night stands/fwb. - students. - people she met out in vegas/la.

#✧ yasmin ( about )#nothillhqintro

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reinaxcruz · 11 months

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[female & she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [REINA CRUZ]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [JESSICA ALBA]. You must be the [FORTY] year old [OWNER OF SEA SALT SPA]. Word is you’re [CAPTIVATING] but can also be a bit [DESTRUCTIVE] and your favorite song is [MILLION DOLLAR MAN BY LANA DEL REY]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [AURORA BAY DRIVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

TW: mentions of postpartum depression, postpartum psychosis, rehab, medications

Growing up, Reina never really considered any place her home, since every few years the family would be packing up their things to move to another place.

She’s the first daughter of the Cruz family and the first one to hold the burden of keeping the family in touch with everyone.

She loves her family very much, but at times, she has felt more like a second mother than the older sister.

This is probably why the moment she was able to go to college, she went to the other side of the United States to a beach town in North Carolina. Here she got her marketing degree in hopes of being able to travel outside the US.

It would take her a few years until she met Cristian one night in a bar. He was talking about his next grand adventure of discovering the culture in India. She might’ve smoozed her way into going with him, or maybe he just wanted the company since it looked, to her, that he didn’t have anyone with him.

The two traveled throughout the eastern hemisphere of the world together. Reina entirely over the moon with not having responsibilities for once.

Of course, what goes up must come down. What she thought was food poisoning for a few days turned into the complete opposite. She was pregnant. What was worse? She never wanted to have any kids of her own.

The two headed back to America and quickly got married before having to meet anyone’s family. She was sure her mother would faint if she knew she’d gotten pregnant out of wedlock (which is what happened, but no one needed to know small details).

Though, with the idea of a baby being in the picture, her life felt as if it was halted. She could see the dream of being a working woman now changing into being a stay at home mom covered in puke.

It wasn’t a bad picture, BUT it wasn’t what she wanted for herself. She’d never want to admit it out loud that she was terrified into turning into her own mother.

Victor, their son, was born in the early weeks of June. A bright, beautiful baby that Reina prayed would change her outlook on her new life.

The first year of being a new mom proved to be harder than she’d ever thought. She didn’t know during that time she was struggling with postpartum depression until an accident almost happened.

Thankfully, she called Cristian before anything could’ve taken place. This led to the discussion of how she didn’t feel safe being alone with Victor anymore.

The doctor was the one to inform her of postpartum depression and postpartum psychosis. He prescribed her medication to take in order to help relieve her symptoms.

She tried for the next year of Victor’s life with the help of a nanny. She still didn’t trust herself to be around him.

Eventually it felt like nothing was working and Reina barely felt like herself. It came to the decision being made that she might need some time away from Victor and Cristian.

After two years, Reina and Cristian got a divorced, with him having full custody of Victor. To her, it felt like that was the right decision to make. She wouldn’t and couldn’t be a good mom to him, and it was selfish of her to keep trying to make it work.

She moved to Colorado to stay at one of their resorts in order to finally get the help she needed through a program they offered. It was a six-month program, and she decided to stay in Colorado to, at least, get her footing in this new life of hers.

She’s been back to Aurora Bay for a year now and has easily used her nieces and nephews to her advantage in order to not run into Cristian or Victor until anyone was really ready.

Reina doesn’t know if she’d ever be ready or if they’ll ever accept her back into their lives again. She came back to Aurora for a second chance, and she’s feels better than ever to try for it.

#bio » reina

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zvlda · 3 years

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↳ JESSICA ALBA GIF PACK

By clicking on the link above, you will find a total of #108 gifs of Jessica Alba. These were all created from scratch by me ( @kialede ). These gifs are to be used for roleplaying purposes, sidebar images or reaction gifs. If you would like to make these into gif icons or use them for crackship edits, please tag me and let me know so that i can reblog it. Do not repost this pack or claim as your own.

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dirtbagdefender · 5 years

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here are some jessica alba gifs from the pilot episode of la’s finest.

Requested by @mayaalliot.

Size: 250 x141

Count: 64 — DOWNLOAD HERE.

please like/reblog if you’re using, feel free to crop down into gif icons if you wish or include in gif hunts (only by link back to this post, please don’t repost/claim as your own!). and please remember to credit me, since they were made from scratch & have a psd!

#gifpack #jessica alba gifs #free rp gifs #gif pack

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6rookie-writer0110 · 3 years

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This game is not tough with you tonight

Male Reader x Jessica Alba

Request - Can you do something for Jessica Alba x male reader where they met on fantastic four and they started dating around that time then I timeskip to when they’re married and have kids

Year: 2005

You packed your clothes and went to California to become an actor. It wasn't easy, you went to auditions and you only got minor roles. It was a start but you needed the money. While living in Los Angeles, you met someone, and you started to date her. You noticed the relationship is getting rocky but didn't know why. When you got the role for the fantastic four movie, you couldn't stop smiling. But your girlfriend just wanted to know how much you will make. On the first day of filming, you met the cast. You couldn't stop smiling at Jessica and she is very sweet to you.

Weeks went by, you and Jessica got closer. She loves having lunch with you developed a crush on her. You and Jessica got to know each other on a deeper level. Sometimes, she would bring you breakfast or lunch to set.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Jessica asked.

You are on set with your suit on, she noticed you are sad. You are playing Black Bolt.

“My girlfriend cheated on me and she dumped me because I'm not super-rich,” You said.

She gently rubs your back.

“She didn't deserve you now you can move on. Trust me, you are much better without her” Jessica said.

You nod “you are right. I will move on and find someone much better than her”

“That’s the spirit, y/n. It will take time to get over the heartbreak” Jessica said.

“Yeah,” You said and smiled.

As time went by you started to get over your ex. You kept getting closer with Jessica. You two had the day off and it's very hot in Los Angeles. She called you and asked if you wanted to go to the beach and you said yes.

Jessica is having a good time at the beach with you. You are making her laugh and you can't stop smiling.

You and Jessica are on set together. You and Jessica had to do a short interview with the host of the show called Extra.

“You did great, for your first interview,” Jessica said.

“I was super nervous. You have a great smile” You said.

She blushed.

“Thank you,” Jessica said.

You and Jessica are alone, in the makeup trailer. She is done and she looks in the mirror, she noticed that you can't stop looking at her. You tried to play it cool but she noticed.

She stands up and kissed you on the lips, your eyes opened very wide. You didn't know what to say and she smiled.

“Just waiting for you to ask me out, y/n,” Jessica said.

You watched her leave and you are speechless.

You had to find the courage to ask Jessica out on a date. She did say yes, now you want to plan the best first date.

While working on the movie with Jessica, the relationship is kept a secret. You finished early filming all your scenes, but some nights you would stay at Jessica’s condo.

✯ ✫ ✬ ✯

Time Skip...

You and Jessica have been married for years. Sometimes, you and Jessica would post pictures of each other on Instagram.

You and Jessica have a family now, twin boys named Caleb and Nico age six, and a six-month-old baby girl named Charlotte.

You are in the backyard, putting sunscreen on the boys. They can't stay still, they giggle and move away from you.

“Caleb, stay still you need to have sunscreen on your body,” You said.

“I don't want it” Caleb pouts.

“Then you can't go in the pool,” You said.

“Not fair” Caleb whines.

Jessica comes out holding Charlotte. Jessica laughs because you are struggling with the boys.

“Such a hassle putting sunscreen on them,” You said.

“They pout like you” Jessica teased.

“They don’t pout like me,” You said.

She kissed you on the lips. You get in the pool, then the boys run and jump in the pool. You grab them and they start to laugh and splash water. Jessica gets in the pool with Charlotte.

After a while of playing in the pool, Jessica helps you grill the food. She sets the food on the table and you give drinks to the boys. You hold Charlotte and give her a bottle. Jessica takes a picture of you and Charlotte.

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elysiumltd · 3 years

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Welcome to Paradise Villa, Sydney! Pack your bags and get ready to go to Barcelona!

Is that [Sydney Johnson] They’ve been chosen as a CELEBRITY CONTESTANT! They’re well-known for being [businesswoman]. Originally born in [Los angels ca], theyre [40. This high-roller makes up for their stubbornness, annoying] with [caring and outgoing. The general consensus by the public is that they are [girl next door . Truth be told, they’re hiding something. [She cheated on her ex boyfriend] will their partner mind? Let’s hope that they adjust well to this environment! Find out on this episode of Paradise Villa!

(Jessica Alba , 40, scarlett, 40, CST , none)

#submission #accepted.#admin w.

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injungifs · 10 months

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* 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜. at the source link below, you will find access to #330 gifs ( 268x150 ) of jessica alba in honey ( 2003 ). jessica is of indigenous mexican, sephardic, & european descent, & born in 1981, so they should be cast accordingly. you may edit in any way, but do not claim as your own or use in other hunts.

check my pinned post for commission information.

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tasksweekly · 6 years

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[TASK 090: BOLIVIA]

There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 130+ Bolivian faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever character or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags, @ mention us or send us a messaging linking us to your post!

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.

THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK - examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

Encarnación Lazarte (1938) Bolivian [Quechua] - singer and composer.

Raquel Welch (1940) Bolivian / English - actress and singer.

Matilde Casazola (1943) Bolivian - poet and songwriter,

María Tirado (1945) Bolivian - singer.

Enriqueta Ulloa (1952) Bolivian - singer.

Zulma Yugar (1952) Bolivian - singer.

Emma Junaro (1953) BOlivian - singer and musician.

Luzmila Carpio (1954) Bolivian [Quechua] - singer.

Nena Zeballos (1959) Bolivian / Peruvian - singer.

Betty Veizaga (1957) Bolivian - musician.

Tahnee Welch (1961) Bolivian, English / Unspecified - actress and model.

Ana Cristina Céspedes (1962) Bolivian - singer.

Julieta Paredes (1967) Bolivia - poet, singer, writer and artist.

Beatriz Méndez Leclere (1967) Bolivian - mezzosoprano.

Verona Feldbusch (1968) Bolivian - TV personality, beauty pageant winner, and actress.

Verona Pooth (1968) Bolivian - beauty pageant contestant.

Giovana Chávez (1969) Bolivian - actress, model and presenter.

Erika Andia (1972) Bolivian - actress, director and journalist.

Verónica Larrieu (1974) Bolivian - model.

Beby Aponte (1974) Bolivian - singer.

Guide Santa Cruz (1975) Bolivian - singer and folklorist.

Nina Uma (1975) Bolivian [Aymara / Quechua] - singer, activist, radio and television host.

Tanya Callau (1976) Bolivian - actress and model.

Esther Marisol (1976) Bolivian - singer.

Monica Ergueta (1977) Bolivian - singer.

Paola Zeballos (1977) Bolivian - singer.

Carla Ortiz (1978) Bolivian - actress.

Soledad Ardaya Morales (1978) Bolivian - actress..

Ximena Herrera (1979) Bolivian - actress and singer.

Stephanie Beatriz (1981) Bolivian [Unspecified Indigenous, Spanish, Basque, possibly other] / Colombian [German, 1/4 Sephardi Jewish, Dutch, Spanish, Basque, possibly other] - actress.

Rocío Moreira Troche (1981) Bolivian - singer.

Susana Renjel Encinas (1981) Bolivian - singer.

Vanessa Alfaro (1983) Bolivian - model, actress, singer, and fashion designer.

Olivia Pinheiro (1983) Bolivian / Brazilian - model and Miss Bolivia 2010.

Jessica Jordan (1984) Bolivian / English - model and beauty pageant titleholder.

Dominique Peltier (1986) Bolivian - Miss Bolivia Universo 2008.

Desiree Durán (1985) Bolivian - actress, TV presenter, model and beauty pageant contestant.

Sandra Hernández (1985) Bolivian - Miss Bolivia World 2007.

Yéssica Mouton (1988) Bolivian - model and Miss Bolivia 2012.

Yovana O'Brien (1988) Bolivian [Irish] - Miss Bolivia Earth 2010 and Miss Bicentenario.

Ana María Ortiz (1989) Bolivian - model and Miss World 2006.

Claudia Tavel (1989) Bolivian - model and Miss Bolivia 2013.

Jackelin Arias (1990) Bolivian - beauty pageant contestant.

Anabel Angus (1990) Bolivian - model and tv host.

Stephanie Herela (1990) Bolivian - model and actress.

Claudia Arce (1991) Bolivian - actress, singer, model and beauty pageant titleholder.

Dayanna Grageda (1992) Bolivian - model.

Romina Rocamonje (1992) Bolivian - model and Miss Bolivia 2014.

Andrea Roman (1994) Bolivian - blogger.

Jazmin Duran (1994) Bolivian - Miss Earth Bolivia 2015.

Alexia Viruez (1994) Bolivian - model and Miss Bolivia 2012.

Luciel Izumi (1994) Bolivian - musician.

Megamy Bowles (1995) Bolivian - singer.

María Renée Carmona (1995) Bolivian - Miss Earth 2013 and Miss United Continent.

Gleisy Noguer (1996) Bolivian - Miss Universe 2017.

Camila Paz Chavez (1999) Bolivian - Instagrammer.

Elysia Crampton (?) Bolivian [Aymara] - musician.

Alexia Dabdoub (?) Bolivian - actress.

Erika Pitstick (?) Bolivian / American - actress.

Natalie Conneely (?) Bolivian [Incan] / Irish - actress.

Elisabeth Salazar (?) Bolivian, Belgian - actress.

Katia Escalera (?) Bolivian - soprano.

Eloísa Gutiérrez (?) Bolivian - Miss Earth Bolivia 2014.

Brenda Lowe (?) Bolivian / Chinese - cheerleader and beauty pageant contestant.

Stella Fernandez (?) Bolivian - model.

Rosa Rivers (?) Bolivian - actress.

Liliana Castellanos (?) Bolivian - fashion designer.

Rosita Hurtado (?) Bolivian - fashion designer.

Carla Morón (?) Bolivian - model.

Arminda Alba (?) Bolivian - singer.

Jenny Cárdenas (?) Bolivian - singer.

Gina Gil (?) Bolivian - singer.

Luisa Molina (?) Bolivian - singer.

Katia Ladder (?) Bolivian - singer.

Neyza (?) Bolivian - singer, television presenter and radio announcer.

Atiliano Auza León (1928) Bolivian - singer and musician.

Omar Duranboger (1937) Bolivian, German - artist, sculptor, painter, and actor.

Jaime Torres (1938) Argentinian [Bolivian] - musician.

David Santalla (1939) Bolivian - actor and comedian.

Ernesto Cavour (1940) Bolivian - singer, musician, artist, inventor of musical instruments and author.

Luis Rico (1945) Bolivian - singer-songwriter.

Luis Carrion (1945) Bolivian - singer.

Erwin Vaca Pereyra (1947) Bolivian - musician.

Pepe Murillo (1947) Bolivian - singer and presenter.

Hernando Irahola (1948) Bolivian - singer.

Eddy Navia (1949) Bolivian - singer-songwriter, composer and musician.

Arturo Lora (1950) Bolivian - actor.

Aldo Peña (1950) Bolivian - singer.

Gonzalo Hermosa González (1950) Bolivian - singer and composer.

César Junaro (1951) Bolivian - musician.

Porfirio Conde Ramírez (1955) Bolivian - singer-songwriter.

Pato Hoffmann (1956) Bolivian [Aymara, Quechua, Spanish, German] - actor.

Jorge Ortiz Sánchez (1956) Bolivian - actor and poet.

Damon Welch (1959) Bolivian, English / Unspecified - actor.

Beautiful Elmer (1960) Bolivian - singer and composer.

Rodrigo Uriarte Stottuth (1960) Bolivian - musician.

Manuel Monroy Chazarreta (1961) Bolivian - singer-songwriter and guitarist

Willy Claure (1962) Bolivian - composer and guitarist.

Milton Cortez (1962) Bolivian - singer, composer and actor.

Yuri Ortuño (1963) Bolivian - singer and composer.

Juan Carlos Rodríguez Clavijo (1963) Bolivian - singer, musician, composer and folklorist.

Yalo Cuellar (1963) Bolivian - musician and composer.

Fernando Torrico (1964) Bolivian - singer and musician.

Miguel Orias (1965) Bolivian - singer.

Piraí Vaca (1967) Bolivian - guitarist.

Grillo Villegas (1968) Bolivian - songwriter, guitarist and singer.

Oscar Peñafiel Rodriguez (1968) Bolivian - guitarist.

Ariel Villazón Torrico (1969) Bolivian - singer-songwriter, charangoist, soundman and musician.

Omar González Onostre (1970) Bolivian - singer and musician.

David Kavlin (1971) Bolivian / Argentinian [German Jewish, Belgian Jewish, Ukrainian Jewish] - actor, singer, tv personality, and radio personality.

Miguel Valverde (1973) Bolivian - actor, director, screenwriter and filmmaker.

Hernán Ergueta (1974) Bolivian - author and composer multi-instrumentalist.

Wally Zeballos (1975) Bolivian - singer.

Juan Carlos Aduviri (1976) Bolivian - actor.

René Eduardo (1976) Bolivian - singer, composer, actor.

Christian Laguna (1976) Bolivian - bassist, composer, producer and musical director.

Jorge Vargas (1977) Bolivian / Argentinian - actor.

Dalmiro Cuéllar Ayala (1978) Bolivian - singer.

Nial Gandarilla (1979) Bolivian - musician.

Klovis Herboso (1979) Bolivian - singer.

Omar Ríos (1979) Bolivian - singer and musician.

Braulio Choque (1980) Bolivian [Aymara] - researcher , writer , painter and singer-songwriter.

Álvaro Velasco (1981) Bolivian - singer, composer and folklorist, vocalist and director.

Aníbal Guzmán Miranda (1985) Bolivian - musician and composer

Reynaldo Pacheco (1987) Bolivian - actor.

Diego Zegarra (1992) Bolivian - viner.

FwOmarr (1999) Bolivian - instagrammer and youtuber.

David Barrera (?) Bolivian - actor.

James T. Slater (?) Bolivian - singer-songwriter.

Desiderio Arce (?) Bolivian [Quechua] - singer.

Nicolas Jung (?) Bolivian, Hungarian - actor.

Cristian Mercado (?) Bolivian - actor.

Hugo Well (?) Bolivian - actor.

David Mondacca (?) Bolivian - actor.

Alvaro Alarcón (?) Bolivian - hair stylist and make-up artist.

Ingrid Hölters (?) Bolivian - fashion designer.

Jaime Junaro (?) Bolivian - singer-songwriter and guitarist.

#bolivian fc #latinx fc #poc fc #fc list #rph #task: 090 #task: bolivia

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