initiation night

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[TianShan Week]

Day 4: Shield

…Rubber gloves provides protection for your hands!

In the last panel, Guan Shan should also say, “at least clean up your own bloody mess…”

Totally rushed this but I wanted to post something or else it will never see the light of day lol. I want to work on this some more later~

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When Quiet Is Violent - Part 2

Masterlist  -  Part 1  -  Part 3

Summary: You’re retired, living a quiet and secure life when your ex, Steve Rogers, turns up on your doorstep with his best friend, seeking refuge. (bucky x reader, enhanced reader)

Prompt(s): Okay I know I already wrote Night Walks with these prompts but I really wasn’t happy with it, so here is attempt #2. @pandarositarequest: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky?

93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
94. “I had a bad dream again.”
Plus anon request: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”

Warnings: swearing, nightmare, that’s about it. :)

Word Count: 5168 (woops…)

Author’s Note: Okay team, enjoy the fluff while you can… 

Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming

The next morning you’d woken early, it was bright and damn cold. Snowing again. But Bucky was warm, and breathing slowly and softly and you didn’t want to move, wishing you could stay there where you’d fallen asleep, tucked close to his side long into the morning. But there were three people to whom you certainly did not want to explain this situation so you dragged yourself as quietly and gently as you could away from Bucky’s sleeping body beside you.

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anonymous asked:

RFA+Saeran go prom shopping with their daughter


Aww, this is cute! Here you go~


Zen:

  • His daughter really didn’t want him to come
  • But he insisted
  • He spent the whole time on the way there lecturing her about how men are beasts
  • You distracted Zen while your daughter picked out what she wanted
  • Your daughter is in the dressing room by the time he finishes choosing a few dresses
  • The dress she’s wearing when you get there is a long flowy dress
  • Zen disapproves immediately
  • “But, Dad, it’s a nice event! I barely get to wear something like this.”
  • “You can look nice and wear long sleeves.”
  • He makes her try all the dresses he picked…which are overly conservative
  • Meanwhile, you find some other dresses that your daughter might actually like
  • There’s one that’s a decent length and with good coverage, but bare shoulders
  • Zen is upset until you remind him how similar it is to the one you wore to the first RFA party
  • He compromises and tries to make his daughter wear a grandma cardigan
  • She has to leave the house with it on, but you feel bad
  • “Remember, if it gets too warm in the room, you can always take it off,” you add with a wink
  • She’s so grateful to you

Yoosung:

  • He’d been so busy at work, you two had barely seen him
  • When your daughter asks him to tag along for prom shopping, he’s so touched
  • He tries to pick out a few dresses though he has no idea what’s fashionable at the moment
  • You both subtly turn them down and tell him to wait outside the dressing room
  • He is so excited for every dress his daughter tries on
  • Claps every time she exits the room with a new dress
  • Swears every dress is the one
  • Just thinks she looks good in everything
  • “Yes! This is the one! This is it! Beautiful!”
  • “Dad…I haven’t changed into a new dress yet.”
  • “Oh…So this is definitely the one.”
  • He points out something good on all of the dresses
  • Poor guy gets tired after two hours
  • He excuses himself and when he gets back he has food for all of you
  • Once he’s energized, he’s ready for more cheering

Jaehee:

  • Flustered when her daughter asks for help
  • Jaehee never went to prom herself, so she’s a bit nervous
  • When she sees all the dresses, she switches to office mode
  • She’s been to enough fancy office parties while working under Jumin
  • She has an entire selection ready for her daughter
  • It also helped that she knew her daughter’s exact taste
  • She does dressing room runs so her daughter doesn’t have to leave the room
  • She’s very blunt in her opinions though
  • “That really doesn’t flatter your shape, hon.” 
  • Categorizes the dresses into a rejected pile, maybe pile, and on the higher probability side
  • Still, her daughter didn’t seem happy with anything
  • Finally, her daughter shows her a picture online of a dress she hoped to find
  • Jaehee dismissed herself and came back a few minutes later
  • It wasn’t the exact dress, but it fit her perfectly

Jumin:

  • His daughter originally didn’t want to say anything
  • She felt bad knowing her father would put down everything for the perfect dress for her
  • Instead, she insists she just go shopping normally to find one, but she doesn’t protest to Jumin and you coming along
  • Unfortunately, nothing quite felt right
  • There were pieces of each dress she liked, but others that made her look odd
  • You noticed Jumin taking notes on his phone for something, but didn’t know what
  • Jumin had noted everything his daughter seemed to like
  • He gave the notes and the exact measurement to a designer
  • They put them all together to make a long, elegant, flowy dress
  • Nothing too flashy and perfectly elegant
  • He gifts it to her and she absolutely loves it
  • As one last gift, he gives her a simple necklace with her initials on the night of the prom
  • He was so happy to send her off when there was a knock at the door
  • “Who is your date anyway?”
  • He opens the door to find Zen’s son standing there with a corsage
  • Jumin shuts the door
  • You have to intervene


Seven:

  • She agreed to let him come if he didn’t pick out any dresses
  • He tended to pick out really….really bright colors
  • He agreed and sat patiently by the dressing room as you two found some dresses
  • He gets bored waiting, so he writes numbers 1-10 on pieces of papers
  • When you start trying them on, he lifts certain ratings for each
  • He’s pretty chill about most of the dresses
  • But then she walks out with a dress that has a slit on the side, exposing part of her leg
  • “Unless you’re planning on wearing jeans under that dress, I think the Feliz Navi-NOT.”
  • He makes enough puns in Korean, does he need to use all 17 languages?
  • You knew she found the right dress when he starts to get emotional at how much his baby has grown up
  • He’s not that worried about the date
  • Because unbeknownst to his daughter, he did a full background check on him
  • Also because he’s escorting them
  • He does have a selection of cool cars…who needs a limo?

Saeran:

  • He thought it was more of a mother-daughter thing to do
  • So he was kind of hesitant to come along
  • He actually has a really good taste in dresses
  • He picks out several that are simple yet elegant
  • He’s very detailed when it comes to observing each dress
  • There was one where she thought it was the one and he found the smallest stain
  • He has a hard time reigning in his facial expressions with others though
  • The people next to you guys picked up a really ugly dress
  • He gave them a really odd look and keeps glancing back at them before they awkwardly put it down
  • Saeran please stop
  • When she comes out in this one dress, he collects his things and starts leaving
  • When you ask where he’s going, he looks at his daughter and says, “That’s the one. I’ll go start the car.”
  • He really doesn’t have to have a word with her date
  • Since he’s already scared
  • Saeran didn’t mean it…he just has a really scary resting face 

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Day One: Least Typecast Fave

Song Ji Hyo

From Emergency Couple to Ex Girlfriends Club to Princess Hours and My Wife is Having an Affair this Week, no two of her roles have every felt the same. Sometimes quirky, sometimes untouchable, she is always engaging on screen. While not all her shows have been my personal favorites, I still enjoyed watching her subvert expectations. With an even more prolific array of movie roles plus her versatility on Running Man, she moves from embodying model standards to every-day working life with ease that the industry finds hard to label.


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Snowmageddon 2K17!

The Blizzard of 2K17 might rival the Blizzard of ‘96!

They tried shoveling but it only snowed harder and they’re waiting for it to stop before going at it again. The path got covered moments after it was shoveled.

  • Highways are shut down.
  • Roads are not plowed,
  • State-wide emergency.
  • Speed of 40 mph was initiated last night for most of the state, no idea if it changed yet.
  • Snow estimated to continue falling until tomorrow evening apparently.
  • Snow drifts are everywhere and snow is up to my thighs.
  • The embankment blocks the yard from the road but the snow on the road is now level with the embankment wall and the yard, so we can’t actually tell where the road is.
  • Our Ford F150(big ass truck) is covered up to the door handle, which means the Hyundai Elantra(moderate-sized car) is covered to the top of the roof.
  • The upside is that the icicles hanging form the house look like ribbed dildos.
  • And I get to have all the hot chocolate I want without getting strange looks.
  • And all of our waters that we shoved in the window have been chilled by Mother Nature’s freezer.
  • Downside is that the wood burning stove has been put to work and it’s fucking hot as shit downstairs. I don’t do heat very well. It literally makes me ill and I’m getting over a cold already.
  • Another downside is that some people couldn’t go to work today and they’re going stir crazy with nothing to do and won’t shut the eff up and leave us alone in our room!

This has been a small announcement to catch y’all up on my life currently ^-^

A tale of two books…Outlander and Cold Mountain

This week marks 18 years since I completed treatment for non-hodgkin’s lymphoma. On May 11, 1999, I received the last of 30 radiation treatments, following several months of chemotherapy and 2 surgeries. In the fall of ’98, while in graduate school, I had symptoms I kept trying to explain away with excuses such as “every student is exhausted,” “it’s the altitude” (I was living in New Mexico), “I’ve developed an allergy,” and my most common excuse “I’m just depressed” (my Mom died 5 months before the onset of my symptoms). But lo and behold, the day of reckoning arrived, actually moved in like a severe thunderstorm, and I could no longer ignore how I felt. After an initial evaluation in Albuquerque, but before having a definitive diagnosis, I returned home to Kentucky when it seemed my situation was quite serious. Into the hospital I went for what was supposed to be an outpatient biopsy. The best laid plans of surgeons and patients do not always turn out as hoped. During the procedure to biopsy the mass in my chest, two very serious complications occurred and I wound up in the place I always said I never wanted to work - the surgical intensive care unit. A week later, after falling victim to the “more than 7 tubes” rule, ie if a person has more than 7 tubes inserted in their body they are usually quite ill, I was moved from the ICU to the cancer floor. If I was previously in denial about my diagnosis, moving to the “cancer floor” hastened my reluctant acceptance that I did indeed have an illness that fit under the cancer umbrella.

The only book I brought into the hospital with me was Cold Mountain. I had about 50 pages to read at the time of my intended 23 hour admission. Rarely does someone in the ICU have the energy or inclination to read - and for the first time in my life, I found myself having no interest in reading. Nor did I want anyone to read to me. But after getting settled in my room on the cancer floor, I finally did have a small spark of desire to read. I finished Cold Mountain with some trepidation - a part of me wanted there to be a beautiful happy ending, while the part of me that was accepting the seriousness of my illness wanted only sadness and heartache for the protagonists. At this point, I was still compartmentalizing my life. I had great clinical interest in non-hodgkin’s lymphoma, but I was approaching it from the perspective of being the health care provider rather than being the person who was now living with a disease that could lead to my death. Even my belief in the light of eternity, even my faith, provided little comfort or consolation. I found myself re-reading the sad parts of Cold Mountain. Others have suffered too, I reminded myself, and they have gone on living.

One of my sisters went to our local public library and asked for a recommendation of a novel,  historical fiction. The librarian recommended Outlander. I rolled my eyes when she came into my room with such a massive book - I did not yet have the energy to get myself out of bed - how was I going to hold a book that seemed to weigh ten pounds?  After propping the book up on pillows, I started reading and I kept going. The book was so engrossing that I read late into the night, much to the dismay of my nurses and family member or friend who were with me for the night. Initially I was afraid to be alone at night, but after I got caught up in the story, I told everyone to go home in the evening, so eager was I to read, actually to devour, Outlander.

So began my connection with the story that weaves the lives of Claire and Jamie together in a beautiful tapestry of love, sadness, joy, pain, separation, reunion…I have learned much from their story, and now with the TV series, the learning continues in new and varied ways. Grateful for the many designs of Providence active in my life, I have a lovely new circle of friends now - all of you. I celebrate the friendships formed here and look forward to new ways that the story of Claire and Jamie will inform and shape various aspects of our lives and world views. My greatest hope is for all of us to celebrate life and find things which engender gratitude in our hearts, even as there is pain and disappointment. Thanks, friends, for being here! No one else but all of us together would understand, dare I say even could understand, our connection with the Outlander saga. 

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Originally posted by lowmans

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed

I could not for the life of me think of something to name this one. 😂

Request: Imagine Happy going to Gemma for advice on how to ask you to be his old lady. 
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Request: Happy imagine where he won’t admit that he has feelings for you til he  has to rush you to lockdown where he confesses.

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“I can’t just leave, Hap. This is my job.”
“I aint giving you an option.”
“And since when do I take orders from you?” You leant against the wall and scanned the dimly lit room and the girls swinging around poles.
“Since you started fucking me. Im serious, (y/n). You need to come to the clubhouse, now.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Im at work, Hap. I don’t finish til nine.”
“Your only a bartender at a goddamned strip club. Now do as your told and-“
“Fuck you!”
And then the line went dead. He clenched the phone tightly in his hand.
“Fuck!”
Happy threw the burner at the wall and watched the cell phone break apart before hitting the floor.
He clenched his jaw.
Why were you always so goddamned difficult?
Happy stood and marched out of his dorm room.
The clubhouse was already beginning to fill up which only agitated him more.
“Hey Hap can you give my mom a hand bringing in the rest of the boxes?”
Happy stopped in his path and look at Jax, fighting an internal struggle before finally nodding and storming towards the door.
He wanted desperately to go and drag your stubborn ass back here but he knew he had responsibilities and he could at least help Gemma out first.
Jax watched him march across the room and turned to his brothers.
“Whats his problem?”
Juice raised his eyebrows. “How much time you got?”

“Where you want them ma?”
“Just sit them in the kitchen.”
Happy nodded and carried in the last boxes of groceries.
Gemma followed him, carrying a paper bag of vegetables with her.
“She coming in?”
Happy glanced at the Queen as he lifted the boxes onto the counter and shook his head.
“Nah, Imma go get her.”
“Bet she’ll love that.” Gemma smirked.
“Its for her own good.” Happy said and turned towards the door.
Gemma grabbed his arm, stopping him and he turned back to look at her.
“Lockdown aint easy for outsiders. You gotta make her know how serious this shit is.”
“Shes not an outsider.” Happy answered.
“Does she know that?”
She could tell by the way Happy looked away that they still hadn’t discussed the status of their relationship and she sighed before stepping in front of him.
She grabbed his shoulders, making him look at her.
“Look, sweetheart. (Y/n)s a good girl. She’s a good fit for you. You gotta lock that shit down before somebody else does.”
Happy nodded. “Thanks ma.”
“Your welcome baby.” She kissed his cheek. “Now go get her. Gates closing soon.”

~

“What can I get you?”
He eyed you up and down, a sleazy smile on his face.
“How bout a piece of that ass, huh?”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes and plastered the sweetest smile you could manage on your face.
“Oh honey, no amount of cash is gonna make that happen. So what’ll it be?”
“Just a beer.”
You nodded and turned to the fridge when you heard the security guard arguing and you glanced up to see Happy pushing his way into the club.
You took a deep breath and gave the man his beer before stepping out from behind the bar.
“Its okay, T. He’s with me.” You told the security guard.
Happy shoved away from him and walked towards you.
You put your hands on your hips and raised your eyebrows.
“What the fuck are you doing here Hap!?”
“You need to come with me.”
“Jesus christ.” You turned away from him and headed back to the bar, Happy hot on your heels. “I told you on the phone, I’m working.”
“(Y/n), please.” He grabbed your wrist and moved to stand in front of you, blocking your path.
You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest and glared up at him.
“The club is dealing with some shit. Our enemies are coming for us. I need to keep you safe.”
His voice was sincere, and he seemed genuinely concerned for your wellbeing.
You sighed and scanned the club.
Tuesdays were generally pretty quiet, and there was another bartender on.
“Gimme twenty minutes.”
The ghost of a smile played on his lips and he nodded.
“Ill be out the front. I’ll ride with you.”

~

You closed the car door and looked around the lot.
The place was packed, cars everywhere, around a dozen more bikes than what was normally here. And people gathered around the clubhouse.
happy was parking his bike and you walked towards him.
“Whys there so many people?”
Happy looked at you, a look of disbelief on his face.
“What?”
“Did you even listen to what I said on the phone? Clubs on lockdown. We need to keep everyone safe.”
You shugged.
“I thought you were just being over dramatic.”
Happy shook his head slowly and you rolled your eyes.
You both walked towards the clubhouse.
“Can you blame me? You don’t even let me drive home alone.”
“Im trying to protect you, (y/n).”
“I can protect myself, Hap.”
Happy sighed.
It was gonna be a long night.

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around your body and began to dry yourself off.
Despite what you initially thought, the night had actually been kinda enjoyable.
You’d been to dozens of parties at the clubhouse. You were best friends with a crow eater and that was how you’d ended up meeting Happy.
But tonight had had more of a family vibe and for the first time since meeting the Sons you could actually imagine this being your life.
The sense of home this place had, the sense of family was something you had never experienced before and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you want it.
All the guys had tried it on with you, that first night. They all assumed since your friend was a crow eater that you’d be easy too, but that was far from the case.
You loved the chase and you liked to make men work to get what was between your legs.
Until you’d met Happy. There was just something about him that had driven you crazy.
He was so mysterious, so dangerous and handsome. He had an energy about him that you were drawn to and you’d found yourself breaking rules for him..
That didn’t mean you’d given in to  him; he’d still had to work for it, just not as hard as the previous men in your life.He was suspicious of you, as were all they guys. You hung out with crow eaters, and they all had doubts about your intentions. Like maybe you were just trying to get a guy with a kutte, like all your friends were
It wasn’t purely sexual, as much as you hated to admit it. You were never one to crave relationships but you knew your feelings for Happy Lowman were the kinda thing people wrote songs about.
But god when he clenched his jaw it drove you wild, and you knew you’d never really be able to say no to him. You would  never admit it, but he had total control over you. You were undeniably in love with Happy.
He had rushed you here so fast you hadn’t bother to think of clothes and he hd offered you an old shirt of his to wear to bed.
You reached for it and pulled it over your head. It was big and baggy and it hung loosely over you, sitting on your upper thighs.
Slightly faded letters spelt SAMCRO across the front and you smiled as you breathed in the scent of him.
You stepped in front of the mirror and looked at your reflection.
Maybe one day you really would fit into his world, and maybe one day he would fall in love with you.
Maybe one day he could actually call you his girlfriend or, even his old lady.
One day, maybe. But for now; while you stood naked in the bathroom of his dorm room, the scent of him filling your lungs; you could pretend.

“What are you looking at, little girl?”
You smirked and stayed leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.
Happy sat in bed, shirtless with the sheets draped loosely over him as he leant against the headboard, a joint between his fingers.
“Just admiring the view.”
Happy snorted and took a drag of his joint. “Come here.”
You pushed off the wall and skipped across the carpet and knelt on the bed beside him.
In clothes, Happy was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, but out of them.. He was a masterpiece. You could spend hours looking at him, and you drowned in his tattoos and abs and every inch of his perfectly sculpted body.
He passed you the joint and you took a drag before passing it back to him.
“That suits you.” Happy said, gesturing to his shirt you were wearing.
You glanced down at it and brushed off the compliment.
“Greys not really my colour.”
Happy smirked and patted the pillow next to him.
You crawled over and tucked up next to him curling into his side, and he put his arm around your shoulder.
“Thank you for coming, (y/n). I know you didn’t want to.”
His voice always sounded huskier at night and you smiled at him.
“Im glad I came.”
“It wont be for long, couple days maybe.”
You groaned. “Ive got work tomorrow Happy, Im gonna lose my job if i don’t show up.”
Happy stubbed out the joint in the ashtray.
“I aint risking your life for a bartending job.”
“I can protect myself.”
He looked at you and sighed. “I know you can. But your staying here. Just go to sleep and we’ll sort it out tomorrow.”
“But I-“
His lips crashed against yours before you could protest and you gave in almost immediately.
His rough hands reached down and you moved into his lap, straddling him.
There was a sudden urgency to his kiss and he tugged the shirt up your body and lifted it over your head.
He tossed it to the ground and sat back.
You blushed under his gaze and he licked his lips as he looked at your bare chest before pulling you to his lips once more.

~

Happy watched you as you laughed with Lyla and Juice.
It had been two days since he had dragged you here and despite your initial protests you had actually been enjoying yourself.
He liked watching you, settling in with his brothers and their families. You seemed to fit in well.
Happy stood and headed to the kitchen.
Gemma was standing in front of the stove, stirring a large pot and Happy knocked softly on the wall to get her attention.
“Hey sweetheart,”
Happy nodded and leant against the counter. He pulled a toothpick from his pocket and placed it between his lips, rolling it across them with his tongue.
Gemma watched him intently.He was struggling with something.
“You told her yet?”
“Told her what?”
“That your in love with her.”
Happy paused and shook his head.
“I dont know how, Gem.” He said quietly. “Im not good at talking about this shit.”
“Look, sweetie. Girl like that, she don’t need to be told all the time. You want her to be an old lady?”
Happy nodded.
“Then you just gotta ask her. She’s good for you. Knows how to turn you on and treat you right. She’s been around the club enough to know what it means to be an old lady. She’s tough. She’ll keep you grounded. You need that.”
Happy nodded and rubbed at is neck.
“She loves you, sweetheart.” Gemma said reassuringly. “Take her on a date when all this is over. A real date. Ask her then.”
“Thank you momma.”
“Its okay baby.”

~

“Who wants a beer?”
Happy nodded and Jax and Opie raised their hands.
You nodded and headed to the bar.
Despite being locked in the club house all day you’d enjoyed every second.
Gemma had been watching you closely, but you got on well with the queen and she was always up to something, so you just ignored it.
The boys had been out for most of the day and you had leapt out of your seat the second you’d heard the bikes pulling into the lot.
Happy had to admit, coming home to you after a long day was something he could get used to.
You grabbed the beers, and one for yourself and headed back to them.
Happy met your eye as you walked and you smirked at him and tried to wink.
“Are you okay? Have you got something in your eye?”
“No, I’m.. I’m winking. Im trying to wink.”
Happy  raised his eyebrows and smirked while Jax and Opie laughed.
You blushed and passed the boys their beers.
“Thank you darlin.” Jax said, with an over exaggerated wink.
You laughed too and raised your middle finger at him.
Happy pulled you into his lap and you obliged, laying your hand casually across his broad shoulders.
The conversation was light and friendly and you were all laughing, except for Happy.
He couldn’t stop staring at you. His plans to take you on a date were flying out the window.
You tried to ignore it bit when Jax and Ope stood to go outside you turned to look at him.
“The fuck you staring at?” You asked and took a swig of your beer.
“I love you.”
You spat your beer at, spraying a mist over the table in front of you.
“What?” You wiped the beer dribbling down your chin.
“I love you.”  Happy repeated.
His voice sounded so.. nervous. Was the Tacoma Killer nervous?!
You stared at him, your mouth open, searching for any hint of a lie in those dark eyes of his.
But you saw only truth, and love.
You swallowed and placed your beer on the table in front of you before turning his lap to look at him fully.
“You love me?”
“I do.” He nodded.
You pressed your lips against his.
“I love you too, Happy.” You smiled against his lips.
He kissed you again and you breathed him in. You shifted in his lap til you were straddling him and he wrapped his arms around you.
“Get my crow.” He whispered against your lips.
You pulled back and looked at him questioningly.
“I want you to be my old lady.”
You pulled away from him and stood up and Happys face fell slightly.
You took a step backwards, your eyes never leaving his face.
“Is that a no?” He asked.
You smiled widely and shook your head.
“Its a yes, you dork.” You took another step back.
“Come on. I want my old man to pick where his crows gonna go.” You tugged your shirt down, flashing him a bit of cleavage and attempted another wink.
Happy smirked and stepped towards you, grabbing you by the waist and planting a kiss on your lips.
“You gotta work on that wink, little girl.”

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Once again I’m too lazy to edit, SO i hope theres no errors or autocorrect mistakes.. Hope you guys liked this one 😘

The Hamilsquad and why you should date them

Alex:
let’s be real: you probably shouldn’t. not if you’re looking for the love of your life. But for a few months A. Ham will rock your damn world with loveletters, candle-light dinners and the most creative dates. While he has trouble committing to someone for long he is a very affectionate and enthusiastic lover in the short term. Lots of PDA - whether that’s good or bad is for you to decide. Even after you break up you’re probably gonna remain friends.

Lafayette:
Sexgod. Makes an effort to get to know every part of your body and personality, will initiate lots of late-night-conversations because he wants to learn your view on things, your story and the way you think.
Your family will love him under any circumstances.
Will kiss you goodbye really dramatically whenever you have to go out of town without him.

Hercules:
Will bring you ice cream in the middle of the night and sings along to living on a prayer in the car with you. Is really good at picking up on your current mood and acting accordingly. Lots of hugs and cuddles and kisses. Gives you all the space and time you need and will support you in anything you’re determined to do.
Would be a great dad.

John:
Will make you laugh until you cry.
Takes pictures and draws you a lot. Is very honest and will keep you grounded no matter what. Loves every little thing about you and will never stop fighting for you.
Will secretly call your best friend to find out your favourite flowers before your first date.
Can make you feel like the most important person on earth.