long blonde wavy hair

got7 as girls

jackson: jacqueline
- the fun n’ sporty girl
- very thicc which makes other girls jealous
- says whatever she wants and when she wants
- is a queen and is forever unbothered
- blondie
- “I ain’t shit, I am THE shit.”
- dramatic hair flips
- flirts with boy and girls because she’s jacqueline
- girls are gay for her tbh
- defends the weak
- doesn’t really have menstrual cramps since she’s so healthy
- probably a feminist
- is still friends with everyone, even the fakes

jaebum: jasmine
- the scary but sexy girl
- pretty tall
- plays no games with anyone
- “If you touch me, you’ll lose a finger.”
- cares about her cats more than anything
- people are jealous of her
- men want her like crazy, the girls too
- goes against the gender roles
- long brown hair
- likes wearing makeup
- leather jackets and heels
- walks in a room only to get stares and for it to quiet down
- very strong both mentally and physically

mark: marcelina
- the quiet and shy girl
- girl next door type
- fluffy sweaters and oversized shirts
- hides behind glasses
- frail and fragile
- smiles and blushes a lot
- tries to avoid social interaction at all costs
- likes skateboarding on her own time
- is really goofy and fun when you really get to know her
- doesn’t trust easily
- likes to eat but hates school

bambam: bambi aka brittany
- the crazy chick
- really weird
- is a redhead atm
- constantly dyes her hair and wonder why she’s going bald
- never shuts up
- dabs and knows every single dance to exist
- is not ‘lady like’ like her family wants her to be
- closet can pay off someones rent for a year
- dresses very well
- eats too much to be that skinny
- “WhERE MY TITTIES??!”
- double b? more like double a. *ba dum tss*
- literally dies on her period

jinyoung: julia
- the ms. intelligent-independent girl
- sips wine in a silk robe while looking at the outside view
- girls can only dream of being her
- curled black hair
- very savage
- has coffee at local cafes
- university student
- reserved
- “Look here you broke down bitch, stop talking about me behind my back to your friends who’s the great value version of Chanel.”
- will use the force if necessary
- potterhead
- professional nerd

yugyeom: yasmine
- the dancing girl
- probably in Chicago for a dancing school
- loves dancing
- athletic body
- very tall and other boys hate it
- rises above everyone (literally)
- really kind and sensitive
- hates when people critique her dancing but uses it as a method to work harder
- Chris Brown enthusiast
- thicc
- cute but still sexy
- can also sing

youngjae: yvonne
- the most caring girl you’ll ever know
- girl power
- long wavy blonde hair
- flower child
- loves singing as her passion
- can’t be hated no matter what
- sweet-girl-from-church type
- not that innocent deep down
- cares too much
- pure
- likes to play the guitar to serenade her lover
- probably lives in California
- fights for equality

- circle glasses and t shirt dresses - “Hi guys~!”
No Memories

Pairing: Dean x Winchester Sister!Reader, Sam x Winchester Sister!Reader, John x daughter!reader

Warnings: Abandonment, drugging, kidnapping, abuse, car crash, hospitalization

Word Count: 4721

A/N: This was written for Kas’ 2.5k Dialogue Prompt Challenge @kas-not-cas My prompt was “You have no idea who I am, do you?”. This takes place about mid season 5, not that it really matters. That is the time frame that fits the ages I’m working with and it was before the bunker. This isn’t the whole story I promise. I meant for this to be a one-shot but it got really long, like this is the longest one-shot I’ve written, and I’m tired from cleaning all day so I thought this was a good place to stop. The second part will probably be really short but it will wrap things up and will be out tomorrow. That being said, I am really proud of this one so tell me what you think feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.Also un-beta-ed and unedited because I’m tired af so all mistakes are mine and I apologize in advance. 

Summary: You are John’s youngest and Sam and Dean’s little sister. You were basically left in their laps by your mother as an infant. One day, when your five years old, you are kidnapped on Dean’s watch. Ten years later you run into Dean in a coincidental accident. What happens when he recognizes you?

^ pretend thats young Dean 

^ I know that’s JJ but lets pretend this is the relationship that Dean and his little sister have.

^When the part comes and you will know it. Imagine this but obviously not as romantic because that would be weird, especially considering the events taking place at that moment.

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Coincidences (Steve Rogers x Short!Reader)

Hello, readers, this is my first one-shot so please go easy on me. I’m actually contemplating if to make this a multi-part but we’ll see how this goes>.< And Enjoy!

Pairing: Steve x Short!Reader

Summary: Pre-CACW. You start off the day with people teasing you about the one thing you can’t control, your height. Then just when you thought your day couldn’t get worse it gets…better? You start seeing the same cute guy everywhere you go and you start to wonder if it is just a coincidence or fate.

Word Count:1,768

Warnings: A handful of swears.

(Y/N) – Your name

(L/N) – Last name

(s/c) – Skin colour

(B/F/N) – Best friend name

(F/R) – Favourite restaurant

(f/f) - Favourite food

“Hey, watch where you’re going!”

“Sorry I didn’t see you there…and still, don’t,” the stranger smirks at his own retort before going on his merry way. Probably to a business meeting with CEO’s and shite based on the way his snazzy Kenneth Cole suit made him reek sophistication, it’s always these types that feel to need to be pompous jerks to everyone else. I mean, I know that my 5’2 frame isn’t helping to lessen the insults but still, you shouldn’t be so mean to someone you don’t even know. But then again, when you’re out here on these crowded streets of New York during lunch hour, who’s being nice? I’m lost in my thoughts when,

“Oomph!” my face meets stone and I violently get pushed, my bum becoming best friends with the floor. Oh wait, that’s not stone, it’s someone’s chest which is covered by a navy blue V-neck…someone’s rock-hard and muscular chest. I inwardly drool as I look up towards his face which now makes me want to melt. His baby blue eyes grant him just enough softness to complement his killer jawline and blonde hair, and not to mention the worry that he held in them which makes me smile. And let us not forget those perfectly sculpted lips which urge me to just crash-

“Sorry ma’am, I didn’t see you there.” Alright, fantasy over.

“Don’t worry, most people don’t,” I shrug away his hand that he oh so generously set out for me with my own (s/c) colored hand and raise myself up from the ground, dusting whatever specs of gravel landed on my Levi blue jeans and a cream-colored blouse.

“Pardon me, ma’am, I meant no disrespect. I was on my,” he seems to pause as if remembering something, “iPhone and wasn’t looking at where I was going.”

“If you say so…,” I sigh, “well I guess no harm was done so enjoy the rest of your day.” I begin to walk towards my intended destination only to hear a faint “wait” from behind me causing my body to instinctually turn in his general direction, only to see him jogging towards me.

“I didn’t get your name, I’m Steve Rogers at you service ma’am.” He puts out his right hand and I hesitantly, but eventually shake it with my own, seeing how my (s/c) hand fit in his pale one.

“It’s not like you need it…but mine’s (Y/N) (L/N), and there is no need to be so formal either.” My phone suddenly rings shifting my attention to the screen which vibrates with impatient texts from my friend. “And I have to run. Nice to meet you I suppose?” and I trot off before he could say anything in reply.

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“What took you so long? Look I know that love-making is a slow and sensual process but that shite is for the night alright, quickies are a morning thing for a reason. Oh wait I know, you were busy untying those goddam ropes with friggin’ origami knots, I already told you those kinks are-”

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