#i know some of you are yelling at me right now about quincy's dick

[fisheito]

Neuron Activation Ranking - NU:CARNAL

it's list time. . .but i need to narrow down the criteria so it actually ends up a list and not a Blob of Varying Circumstances through which No Clear Tiers can be determined.

So here's a ranking of whose intimacy rooms i unlock first, based on Horny Potential🤔

Typically, i unlock rooms based on several criteria e.g., how much i like the specific outfit, how useful the unit would be in battle, whether i have enough intimacy gifts for them.

But let's pretend that EVERYONE has a unit in my box. All the above criteria are equal. In which order do I unlock them?

1! Eiden IF WE GOT REGULAR EIDEN UNITS HE WOULD BE FIRST BUT HERE I AM , REGULARLY EIDENLESS, . OH MY GOD when that anniversary banner offered galactic mist eiden i have never thrown my gems at a banner SO FAST SELFCEST KING EIDEN I DON'T EVEN LIKE YOUR YAOI MULLET BUT I NEED THAT HOT EIDEN ON EIDEN ACTION I NEED TO SEE THE GOD OF SEX DOING WHAT HE DOES BEST

2! Yakumo Sigh.

3! Morvay he gets priority because he has almost no content AND I AM SO CURIOUS. FASTPASS FOR MORV. that face he makes in Mauve Mayhem R5 ? where he's smushed into the pillow while being railed into oblivion? yeah. i think about that a lot. i would like to see more of that. please and thank you.

4/5! Garu and Rei it's a toss-up based on my mood. garu if i want to see someone submissive, rei if i want to see eiden getting pushed around a bit. How am i supposed to resist a powerbottom strutting around in thighhigh heeled boots? i can.t. No lie tho, I often have more incentive to unlock Garu bc i want to keep up with the MULTITUDE of puppyfans surrounding me 😂

6/7! Olivine and Edmond another shared ranking based on mood. oli if i want the juicy boobs and edmond if i want the juicy thighs LOL these two have dropped slightly in priority from my earlygame because i've unlocked more content with them and thus feel the need to balance by unlocking garu+rei first AHAHAHA but. two things will always draw me in: oli's freakiness and ed's b(oot)eautyness

8! Blade With the bottoms out of the way, I'll mosey on over to BB Blade. That wonderful weirdo often has something interesting going on, and I liiiiiive for The Novelty. What will e-droid bring to show and tell today? Maid dress? Chewing? Candle Darling? Let's see!

9! Dante kinda wanna see him and eiden do their silly sex competitions. maaaybe see him get fokin pwned by eiden in the battle of experience. maaaaaaaaaybe watch him struggle to suppress his stupid embarrassing romantic side . DEEEEEFINITELY laugh at how badly he's fallen for eiden.

10! Kuya i find kuya super pretty, but i end up unlocking him more for lore reasons. i love how he spices up the character interactions with his. . kuya-ness, but i'm not keen on getting edged into oblivion and bearing his bebbehs , yaknowwhatimean.

11! Aster Aster would be around here if his future SSRs follow the flavour of his current LongAster card. i'm too busy admiring him for his Stone Top vibes to summon much horny for him 😆 but i WOULD unlock him for potential morvaster interactions and, of course, the lore.

12! Quincy somehow, he doesn't activate any horny within me. idk. every time he says something's too troublesome, i'm just agreeing with him frfr. i'd rather nod at him respectfully as we go about our separate affairs in the forest than ride him into the sunset. also i am scared of his dick.

FAC (Frequently Anticipated Comments)

You could have just said you were a dom lol Nooooo little old me? i'm sooooo tired. imagine taking control for longer than 3 minutes. too much also, you think i'd be able to dom rei?! HAH i'm getting stepped on by birdcat heels. i'm not about to fight a futile battle.

3 minutes are all you need sometimes( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°) i'm not about to speedrun someone's cummies leave me alone

What about Bottom Quincy? i'm listening...

I completely agree with your ranking and am thrilled to have found a kindred spirit. Thank you, comrade. I am glad we could somehow find each other in this infinite swirling cosmos of time and space. 🤝

[drunklander]

Drunj!Der Yells About Outlander

Thoughts on Ep. 506

STAY AT HOOOOOOOME!!!!!

Ok, now that that’s out of the way... I kind of liked this episode. Which surprised me. Because usually I find myself neutral at best. But, considering how much I’ve hated disliked the last few seasons, I guess that feeling mostly neutral means this season has been better? The bar is low, y’all.

Could 1000% still use more Claire though. And more Jamie and Claire. And yes I know I’m saying that in the recap for an episode where the two of them bang.

I said what I said.

The title card’s powder blocker thingy looks like a plague doctor mask. We should bring those back. I found a box that had a bunch of them in it in the closet at my office once. That was weird. Also, stay the fuck at home and 6′ away from people if you have to go out on a supply run or take a walk.

Ooo, a flashback! I miss Scotland.

“Whom do I address, sir?” “I am Samuel Torrington,” said the guy who is most def *not* Samuel Torrington.

I know I shouldn’t laugh because of what’s about to happen, but looool at the girl for stepping in the literal one spot of mud.

Well that was dumb. Why the fuck would you run in between your dad and the guy he’s clearly gonna shoot?

I mean, it’s super sad, I guess. But also hella dumb.

Ah, a lavender pillow. Yes, I know it’s from the book. But between this and the BJR stuff, it’s like, do they know other smells exist?

But yeah, guess I shouldn’t talk since I have lavender hand soap, lavender lotion, lavender tea and a lavender candle.

It’s the best smell.

Ok, I get why Murcasta can’t be endgame. That was a good decision. But including Innes BeCaUsE tHe BoOk is dumb af. They got to the right decision to break up Murcasta, but for the wrong fucking reason.

Like, seriously though, can we please take a moment to appreciate how dumb this is? Like, book!Innes is from Ardsmuir. He’s been part of the squad. He’s basically one of Jamie’s most trusted friends. And he marries Jocasta. Show!Innes is literally some dude we’ve never heard of until last week because the fucking writers were like oh, Jocasta has to marry someone named Duncan Innes. Guess we should make that happen, out of the blue, for no other reason. Lazy idiots...

Jocasta has better handwriting than I do and I can fucking see what I’m doing.

Also lol at her straight up ignoring Roger saying that Jemmy won’t take her money.

Cut to Jemmy crying about the fact that he is now a participant in chattel slavery. I feel you, Jem.

Oh, it’s a cold? Ok fine, but also the whole chattel slavery thing.

ADSOOOOO! Such a good lil floofer! Look how nice he is, bringing them that excellent bug! WHO’S A GOOD KITTY? YOUUU ARE!

I really like Claire’s necklace. Also Claire’s neck. Also Claire’s collarbones. Also Claire. Can we have more Claire please? And less manpain in general?

D’awww, Lord John Grey the awkward gay. GIVE HIM AN APPROPRIATE BOYFRIEND ALREADY, YOU COWARDS.

Tryon is such a fucking douche. So is Quincy Arbuckle.

Well, it might not prevent tumultuous and riotous assembly, but not hanging out in groups larger than 10 sounds like a greAT FUCKING IDEA RIGHT NOW.

STAY AT HOOOOOOOOOOOOME. (If you are able to, and if you have to go to work, WASH YOUR HAAAAAAAAAAAANDS.)

Fergus, Marsali and Bree standing around this room being disappointed with Roger is A Mood™.

Team Give Fergus and Marsali More to Do

Oh, you’ve never been comfortable in your big fancy mansion? Poor you. *plays the world’s smallest violin*

News spreads slowly in/from the backcountry except, apparently, Claire’s medical advice.

Claire Fraser said reproductive rights!!! *ups monthly donation to Planned Parenthood*

The casting for Wylie is fucking perfect. Like kudos to the casting folks again.

I cared more about the Regulator shit in the show than the book because Murtz, but all the “Oh it’s happening! JK, it’s not! JK, it is!” that they took from the book is making me care less about it. Just happen already or fuck off.

Yes, I know it’s gonna happen next week.

Roger shoveling shit makes me happy. Because it’s gross and I do not like Roger.

“You keep shoveling your shit.” -- The Fandom Bree

Wylie should be a caricature with how fucking terrible he is, but let’s be real. We've all run into a guy like that.

Oh, Claire’s rings.

I did some mental gymnastics years ago to try to wrap my brain around why Claire would still wear an emotionally abusive piece of shit’s Fred’s ring. And the fact that the books and the show are like nope, she just likes Fred, drives me up a fucking wall every time.

“He must have been quite the man to inspire such devotion after all these years.” “Nah, he was an asshole. A complete and utter piece of shit. And instead of going with that and all the complexities it brings, we continue to gaslight the audience that he was a Good Dude. Instead of using the ring as a symbol of something more than fucking Fred, we just keep on pretending he didn’t suck.”

I hate everyone involved with refusing to acknowledge how shitty Fred was.

There is literally only one smuggler in the Carolinas.

DO NOT GO WITH THE CREEPY MAN TO A SECOND LOCATION. CLAIRE, THIS IS BEING A WOMAN 101. NEVER GO WITH A CREEP TO A SECOND LOCATION.

“I get a biblical plague.” You get what you deserve, Rog.

Jamie, chill with the extra testosterone. Just punch the bro or something.

Also don’t fucking blame the victim, asshole.

Literalol at Bree showing the women her like stick and sheet fan thing and then cut to all the people with just little squares, barely doing anything.

“Don’t stop! Keep your fires going!” *everyone stops and just stares at the bugs*

Gonna go ahead and take this time to remind folks that’s it’s fucking gross to get married on a plantation. Don’t do that thing.

I know a guy who is like proud of the fact that he’s an asshole. He talks about it like it’s one of his defining traits. This scene with Wylie being like “buddy, I love my shitty reputation” reminds he of that guy. I cannot fucking stand that guy.

*ignores Claire’s feelings about Fred’s dumb ring and headcanons in my own reasons instead because I cannot even with this nonsense anymore*

Ah, the Lindsays like Roger now. I still do not like Roger.

I fucking love this whole Murcasta scene. Can we get one of these for Jamie and Claire? I miss them having big sweeping scenes that have time to breathe and unfold and all the good shit like Murcasta gets here.

The show keeps trying to deny it, but scenes like this are where it’s strongest. But it refuses to accept that this is its lane and keeps trying to go elsewhere.

I miss Jamie and Claire.

I miss the MacKenzies.

I wanna give Jocasta a hug. She’s still trash for enslaving people, though.

Maria Doyle Kennedy is a goddamn treasure. Seriously, her casting was the best choice the show made in years.

That and saving Murtz, of course.

So fucking glad they cut the creepy-ass foot thing.

Jamie, you’re drunk, but read the fucking room. Claire’s right. Just because she says shit from the future all the time doesn’t negate the fact that she’s right about you right now. Also, seriously? You’re taking *this* opportunity to call her out?

Buddy deserved that slap.

Look, I’m always down for the Frasers to fuck. More Fraser fucking, I say. But this is just another instance like their fight at Lallybroch where the fight itself is never actually resolved like it should be. They just fuck about it and magically everything is ok again. Le sigh.

Murcasta gets a big long scene with time to breathe and talk through everything and it’s riveting af. But Jamie and Claire never get that anymore and it pisses me off tbh.

Stop shoehorning in book lines! She can’t see shit through all the skirts and stuff!

I miss the Lallybroch ring. What did they ever end up doing with it? It’s floating around somewhere.

Bonnet is so evil to 11 about fucking everything that it makes him boring. We get it. You’re a bad guy. Do you also have a tiny dick or something that you’re overcompensating for?

Can we please wrap this Bonnet shit up this season? I swear if they drag it out as long as they do in the books I’m gonna be rull annoyed.

Ok so now the war is actually gonna for real happen and I’m like legit out of fucks to give about it because Murtz aside, they’ve done the “it’s coming, jk!” fake out too many times...

Can they try to hang Murtz instead? Because I swear spending half a season with emo!Roger is cruel and unusual punishment.

[jeontaeh]

TWO²

"So after this whole exam shit is over with, why don't you just come over to my place dressed all pretty?" Jungkook husked, tracing his finger down the girl's shoulder.

The girl looked at Jungkook, and gave a small smile. "Sure. Only if you don't leave me and go fuck my roommate after that like you did last time." The girl said, giving him a passive aggressive grin.

Jungkook let out a nervous chuckle, seeing how her eyes darkened. "What?? I never-"

"Shut it Jeon. I know you slept with my roommate and told us both that we mean so much to you. Fuck off." She snapped, and then kneed him right in the crotch.

Jungkook groaned, clutching onto his dick and slumping against the wall. He closed his eyes tightly, looking at the girl in anger.

"Fuck off Quincy. Your pussy stinks anyway." Jungkook yelled, and then saw as the door to the waiting area for the exam hall opened and in walked Lisa, followed by some pink haired guy.

"I just-" The pink haired boy started, and Lisa turned around, glaring at him. "I told you, Park. You're a fucking nuisance to date- don't make me slap you again." She snapped, and the boy cowered, nodding pathetically and looking away.

Lisa turned, looking a little annoyed- and then saw Jungkook sitting on the floor looking annoyed as well. "Oh hey Jeon. You done yet?"

"Nah. I have half an hour or so. Why- you free right now?" Jungkook said, giving her a little smirk- to which she glared, as if telling him to shut up.

"W-what?" Pink hair piped, and Lisa groaned, and then pushed past pink hair and walked out.

"You okay?" Jungkook asked, now standing up. "Did-did Lisa and you...?" Pink hair started, looking weary.

Jungkook, being the dumbass he is- said "Yeah, once or twice. Yesterday she gave me a blow-"

"What?!" The other boy snapped, and Jungkook's eyes widened. "You- you fucking- ugh, that was my girlfriend!"

Jungkook gulped. "Oh........ yikes." Jungkook said, and the pink haired boy looked real annoyed now, and took his tablet and threw it at Jungkook.

Jungkook ducked and then ran to the other side of the room- seeing a door to the simulation spaceship open and 7 tired looking boys and girls walking out- all looking on the brink of passing out.

Jungkook looked around the room, looking at all the people there. He only saw five. A boy with black hair and pale skin sitting on the floor with his back to the wall, asleep. A by with orange hair, earphones in- bopping his head. A boy with black hair and shoulders real wide, looking a little irritated. A boy with purple hair, sitting on his own, looking really stressed. And then, pink haired boy- who looked like he was going to kill Jungkook.

Suddenly, the little space bubble waiting area they were in (outside the fake spaceships) tipped a little- and Jungkook fell to the side, along with everyone else. He toppled right over and fell to the ground- letting out a groan as some guy fell on top of him.

Jungkook tried grabbing onto something and heard another groan from the guy on top of him as the space bubbled calmed down- everyone all over the place.

Jungkook opened his eyes in annoyance, and then saw silver eyes. Jungkook blinked, seemingly confused, and then-

"Your hand is on my dick." The guy said in his deep voice- and Jungkook pushed off him in an instant, realising he accidentally grabbed his dick. Jungkook got up, wiping his hand on his shirt while grimacing.

"Ew ew ew." Jungkook said to himself, and the guy rolled his eyes. "Thanks for groping me. That's always fun." The guy said, and Jungkook turned to the silver haired boy and scoffed. 

"Didn't mean to do it, silver." Jungkook snapped, and Silver hair furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yeah okay, red." The boy mumbled- and then Jungkook heard a loud sigh but some black haired guy sitting on the chairs.

"I'm so hungry. This sucks.Does anyone know when we#ll go on?" The boy asked, and Jungkook shook his head.

"Probably in another minute or two." The boy with purple hair said, looking down at his hands. Black hair just huffed, leaning against his chair.

"Group 103- where's group 103- oh- is this all of you?" A woman with hair in curls said, running into the room. None of them had seen her before, but she was holding a tablet and wearing a suit- so they're guessing she's one of the exam coordinators.

"Okay- um- here's the thing. This space ship isn't exactly.. working. As in- the number of students there's been in there all day caused the thing to fume and break down." The woman said, and everyone in the room groaned. "But! But- good news! You can go into another spaceship and have the exam there! Yay! Change of venue!" The woman said with a smile- and the boys just huffed and followed her out of the room.

"This is annoying." Orange boy said, and Jungkook turned to him, and hummed. "Yeah. I just want this thing to get over with." Jungkook said, and the guy nodded in agreement.

"Nervous?" Jungkook saw the purple haired boy ask one of the black haired ones- and the black haired one just pressed his lips together and gave the purple haired boy a weirded out look. "Duh." He scoffed, and the purple haired boy looking away, nodding.

"You okay?" Silver hair asked pink, and pink nodded solemnly, not wanting to speak much to a guy he didn't know.

"Well. This should be fun." The smaller black haired one said- and then they all looked a bit confused as they were entering the.. Galactic Navy Spaceship Holding centre.

"Why.. are we here? This is where the actual spaceships are.." Jungkook mumbled, and the woman with curly hair turned to them and grinned.

"Group 103, this is the official Space Nova ZX92." The woman said, and a gasp arose from the seven boys.

"Holy shit.. this is the one that can travel to other galaxies in a blink of an eye, right? It can travel all over the universe in seconds." Purple hair said, a little in awe.

"Yes, exactly Namjoon!" The woman said, and purple hair- Namjoon- grinned a little.

"Well- it's not the real one. Obviously. We wouldn't trust 7 kids with the most high tech spaceship built yet," The woman laughed, and the guys all frowned.

"Kids? We're all like, 20." Silver hair said- and Jungkook looked at the boys, and gulped. They were all nodding in agreement. He wasn't.. like.. 20. He was 18.

"Hush- you're babies! This is a model! A prototype. Made to look just like the Space Nova ZX92." The woman said, and then went up the stairs to the door of the ship. "It's not fully built just yet- as there's much more to add. But the control looks just like the real one!"

She seemed enthusiastic. Perhaps, a little too enthusiastic. She opened the door to the spaceship, and when she did, smoke came out.

"Yoooo this ship's vaping." Jungkook laughed- and everyone looked at him, not looking amused. Jungkook pursed his lips, 'cause that was pretty goddamn funny. He heard a snicker, and looked at the silver haired guy- who seemed to be laughing more at Jungkook than at anyone else.

The seven boys walked up the stairs and entered the spaceship- and instantly, gasps filled the room.

It was a small hallway from the entrance to another one, with space-proof glass on the walls with high quality metal. There was a first aid kid and everything.

The boys entered the control room, and the woman who was smiling a little too hard was stood at the door, not entering.

"Your exam will start in three minutes." She said, and the boys gasped again when they entered the control room.

"Welcome, Galactic Navy, to the SPACE NOVA ZX92." A robot voice said through the speakers, and the boys looked up.

The control room was huge and was all white. There was only one window, but it was big and long and fit the front of the room, giving a direct view to space. Or, well, the Spaceship Holding Centre for now. There was a big table with chairs fitted to them, which had a bunch of control panels on them and a bunch of buttons. To fly the damn thing.

There was one chair in the middle, for the captain. Some in the back, for communications. And a room fitted to the control room, was the medical room.

"Quick roll call." The woman said, at the entrance of the control room now. "Kim Namjoon?"

"Here." Purple hair said, tracing his hand over the captain's chair.

"Kim Seokjin?" The woman asked. "Here." Tall black haired replied, looking into the medical room.

"Min Yoongi?" "Here." Small black haired replied, looking at the communications desk.

"Jung Hoseok?" "Right here." Orange hair replied, looking around the spaceship in awe, the fact that the model of the spaceship looked so goddamn beautiful.

"Park Jimin?" "Present." Pink hair said, looking a little better than before, more focused on the communications table.

"Kim Taehyung?" "Here." Silver hair replied, looking out the big window, a little grin on his lips.

"And last, Jeon Jungkook?"

"Here." Jungkook said, and the boys looked at him, and Jungkook just looked at every part of the control room.

It looked.. so real. So authentic. Exactly where all of them wanted themselves to be in a few years.

"Great. Your exam starts in 2 minutes! Get in positions- your simulation shall be given to you shortly." The woman said, and then exited.

Jungkook went over to the control panel at front, and looked at all the buttons and stuff, a little in awe. He sat down on the seat, and then saw Taehyung sit down on the seat beside him, since he was also red.

"This spaceship looks.. awfully real." Jungkook said, and Taehyung hummed, clicking on something, starting the fake engine.

"It does. They built a good model. Engines, ready." Taehyung announced, and Namjoon and Hoseok sat down on either side of Jungkook and Taehyung.

"Boosts, ready." Hoseok announced.

"All systems in go." Jimin said, and Jin was sat at the communications table as well. "Preparing for take off."

Suddenly, Namjoon heard a shout from the entrance of the control room. All the other boys looked busy, so he got up in a haste and rushed to the control room.

"Why do people care so much about this stuff anyway? Like- it's not real." Jungkook snickered, and Taehyung didn't give him any attention.

"Perhaps some of us don't only care about fucking around, and actually want to succeed in life." Taehyung said, and Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows.

"Excuse me? Dude, I fucking care about this space shit as much as anyone else. It's just that- this exam. It's not real. So why is everyone stressing so much? Like, okay, you fail, but-"

"Well you better imagine it's real. Because when it is, you'll have to have the proper mindset." Hoseok said instead, and Taehyung hummed in agreement.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, and then looked at the big black button in the middle which was unknown to all of them. "Oh yeah? This thing is soo real, is it? Well what's gonna happen if  just-"

Suddenly Namjoon, and the curly haired woman burst into the room. "Stop! Everyone stop!" The woman shouted. "This spaceship is the real one! It's not a model! It's the real-"

Jungkook didn't hear her.

He slammed down the button with a cocky scoff- and then-

Everyone screamed.

Suddenly, they were in space (having broken right through the walls of the holding centre and shot up to space) and then, there was darkness. Then, a bright white light.

"OH MY GOD I'M FUCKING DYING-" Someone screamed, and Jungkook just gripped onto the chair handles, hearing some more yells of confusion.

There were rays of bright white lights zooming past them, and finally, Jungkook opened his eyes, feeling like he was going really slow, but at the same time going at a billion miles a second.

"Fuck fuck fuck-" Someone yelled, and then a hand pushed down the black button again- and then the spaceship stopped.

Everyone stopped.

Everyone opened their eyes.

Everyone screamed.

"Where the fuck- what the fuck just happened?" Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook- with wide eyes- looked and saw Namjoon, panting, hand on the black button.

"No no no!" The woman screamed, looking out the window. She took out her tablet and started pressing on some things. "No no- goddamnit!"

"What- what's wrong?" Jin asked, and she gulped. All the seven boy's got up, looking at her. Why was she even in the spaceship?

"We- we're in Zeta Astraues." The woman let out shakily, and Jungkook looked confused for a second- and so did everyone else, but Namjoon gasped.

"W-what?!" He let out, and the woman nodded, clicking on more things on her tablet.

"Wait wait- what do you mean? We're not in our galaxy? We're not in Proioxis Cloud?" Jimin asked, as Proioxis Cloud was the galaxy they were from.

The woman shook her hair, and Jungkook saw how Namjoon still looked frozen. "Zeta Astraeus that's- t-that's-"

It's 987,534 light years away from Proioxis." Namjoon whispered, and the guys gasped, all in shock. "Across the universe." Jin mumbled, and Namjoon looked at him and nodded.

"Wait- wait wait wait- is this our simulation?" Jungkook asked, and the woman glared at him in anger, looking a bit.. okay a lot mad.

"No- no it's not! This was not the fucking simulation! This is a real fucking spaceship that was supposed to go the highest star fleet in the Galactic Navy- but instead, it's with 7 kids- and I'm stuck in it!" She screamed, and Jungkook widened his eyes, and then gulped.

"Not a simulation. Got it." Jungkook whispered to himself.

"Can't we just- lightspeed it back to take us back to Proioxis?" Taehyung asked, and Namjoon shook his head.

"No. I read up on these types of 'fast' features. They work once- and then they need recharging." Namjoon said.

"C-can't we get recharging?" Jungkook asked, and Namjoon shook his head again.

"We'll need the power of a sun." Namjoon said, and then they all looked at the woman.

The woman high pitched screamed for 17 seconds, and then gasped out in breath. "That stupid black button transported us a million light years away in a fucking second." She said, and then Hoseok chuckled- trying to calm the situation down.

"C'mon, let's all try to contact the University or the Galactic Navy through our tablets-"

"I did! I'm awaiting a response. W-who's in medicine?" The woman asked, and then looked at Jin. "Get me something, I'm gonna faint-" She gasped out, and Jin nodded, rushing into the medical room.

"Okay. Okay no- this is fine. Um- there's 8 of us. Stuck in the most high tech spaceship ever known in the universe. And we're in the middle of a galaxy with one planet in it." Namjoon said, then looked at everyone else. "We're doomed."

"No- no no it's fine! Look- that woman is a professional, right? She'll know what to do." Taehyung tried- and then they saw as the woman kicked the wall and screamed when her shoe broke.

They all looked at her, and gulped. They turned back to face each other. "The Galactic Navy! They'll save us! They always do! Look- this is fine. We are not 'doomed'." Hoseok said with a nervous laugh.

"Guys we're doomed." Yoongi said, walking up to them. "We're too far away from our galaxy or any other one known for anyone to hear us."

"Fuck." Hoseok let out, and Yoongi nodded. "Fuck indeed."

Jimin went up to the woman- who was still screaming. "Listen, Mrs- uhhhh- Mrs Yin- we'll be fine. Don't worry. Things like this happen a lot, don't they?"

"Not really." Namjoon said, and Jimin glared at him, and then put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Hoseok got up and went out of the control room- probably to look around the spaceship- which was GIANT by the way. Probably meant for a whole fleet. Could carry more than 50 people.

"We won't be fine! The- the Galactic Navy- they won't be able to find us! I'm gonna die." The woman said, and Jimin sighed.

"Guys!" Hoseok said, running in. "There's space pods! Those pods have light speed too! They can take us back to Proioxis!" Hoseok said, and everyone gasped and looked a little hopeful.

"How many pods are there?" Jin asked, now out of the medicine room with an aspirin in his hand and water.

"At least ten! We can all get in one, and-"

A loud smack boom crash ting sound came, and everyone ran outside the control room to see where the sound came from.

"Ah fuck." Yoongi mumbled, seeing all the air pods just fall out.

"What the fuck?" Taehyung snapped, and Namjoon groaned. "This ship isn't fully built yet. It’s gonna have a lot of problems still."

All of them frowned and looked at Namjoon, who shrugged. "Hey, we have one pod left." Jimin commented, and instantly everyone started pushing around.

"I'm getting in that fucking-"

"No that's not fucking fair I have a dog-"

"I have a girlfriend-"

"She cheated on you! I'm only 20-"

"I'm 18! I don't wanna die when I'm 18!"

"I'm gay-"

"Guys!" Namjoon snapped, and all the six boys turned to look at him. "Stop! None of us are going. It's either all 8 of us, or none of us. It's not fair for one of us to just leave." Namjoon said, and the guys groaned, and then walked out of the space pod room and to the control room.

"Ugh- this sucks. But you're right. We need to work together." Yoongi said, and all the guys nodded.

"We can use our tablets and at least try and communicate to Galactic Navy!" Jimin said eagerly, and the guys nodded.

"We can try and get to other planets!" Hoseok said.

"Hey- who knows- there's gotta be some navy around here somewhere to save the 8 of us!" Taehyung said, and they all grinned for a second, but then Jin cleared his throat.

"Where exactly.. is the 8th member?" Jin asked, and the guys all looked confused.

Jungkook put his finger up and counted everyone, and then realised there were only 7.

"Where's Mrs. Yin?" Namjoon asked in confusion- and then they heard it. The sound of a space pod being released. 

The boys all gasped- and ran out of the control room and into the space pod room- and all widened their eyes.

They saw the space pod, now in air- with a woman inside it. Fucking Mrs. Yin. And then, it was gone. She went back to Proioxis.

"Oh that fucking bitch cunt fucking------ chair!" Yoongi growled, and all the guys looked equally pissed.

"No wait- this is good. She'll send us help." Jimin said hopefully, ans then they all walked out of the room and into the control room.

"Sure fucking hope so. 'Cause I don't wanna be stuck here with 6 strangers for a long ass time." Jungkook mumbled, and the guys would laugh- but they all just sat down, a little confused and a lot helpless, feeling the same way.

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That’s all I need

THIS IS A SERIES CALLED “MAYBE THAT’S THE PROBLEM” PART 1

Word count: 2103 Pairing: Philip x Reader Au: Highschool Au Summary: You tell your friends about the embarassing night with Philip and then you get embarassed again. !!!MASTER OF SUMMARIES Warnings: hella lot of swearing, Nothing else I think. Note: This took way too long. I’m sorry. But not for the haters. I’m sorry for the cute anons who wanted a second part. The third one will come much faster, I hope. I’m sorry that this is mostly dialogue, but its not that short. So, I drew the people appearing in this chapter right here. Does anyone wanna see my Richard Price too? Btw, I really love the characters here, even though they don’t really appear in Hamilton, I know. But like, the way I wrote them and imagine them, they are really fun to write! Who would be down for a Georges or a Richard fic? Okay, enough of the chit chat. Here comes more of Maybe that’s the problem!

“Yes that’s the whole story.”

“This is why you skipped school yesterday?” Theodosia stared at you with widened eyes, slamming her palms against the table.

“Not so fucking loud, Theo. He could see me”, you muttered, trying to hide behind the history book you were holding upside down. Your eyes glimpsed over to the table across the cafeteria, where Philip was sitting with his clique. If you wanted to prevent one thing, it was a sudden encounter with him. 

“I had the same reaction, Theo. I mean. It could’ve been worse right? You could’ve slept with him”, Abigail added, while she poured steaming hot coffee into her cup, making you inhale the aromatic scent.

Just as you wanted to defend yourself, somebody plumped down their tray right next to you, making you jump in surprise, before you looked up. It was John Quincy Adams, Abigail’s brother. Seating next to you, he curiously wiggled his eyebrows.

“Who slept with whom?”, he asked her sister. The amused smirk on his face spoke volumes. “Nobody”, you interfered, before Abigail could say anything you probably didn't want to hear. “Can we just drop the subject?”, you asked annoyed, tapping your foot. Theo shrugged. “Hey, you started it. Not my fault John got wind!”, she pointed out with a sharp undertone to her voice. John twisted his mouth. “(Y/N), I need to know this, don't  be such a tease”, he pleaded, resulting you in letting out a defeated sigh. “If I do, I'm gonna fucking regret this, Quince”, you explained, sinking deeper into your seat. “Probably. Now tell me what's up.”

He started fidgeting around, and shoved the tray with food further away. “God, I hate this crap.” making a dismissive gesture with his hands, his blue eyes were laying on you. “John. You're such a douche. The food is not that bad.”, Theo complained, inspecting the dishes further, before stealing the dessert of his plate. “I've wiped my butt with better stuff. You can have it”, he insisted,  before Nudging you in the side. “Please, (Y/N)”, John drawled out your name.”We're friends! I'm honestly a bit offended right now.”

Well, probably the first right thing he said this week. Despite his lack of empathy and decency, you enjoyed his presence because of snide comments and his honesty, even though you couldn't stand him at first. But eventually, and maybe because of Abigail, you both grew close friends.

The problem was, that he would laugh at you if you told him what really happened. You didn't blame him, if it wasn't so embarrassing, you would've laughed at yourself too.  But today this was really all you could take. “God. If I’m going to tell you, two rules. You can't laugh and you can't tell anybody”, you stated with  narrowed eyes.

“I'm all ears”, John claimed, crossing his arms. For the third time this day, you talked about the Saturday evening, where you've embarrassed yourself in front of Philip,  but left out the awkward breakfast together with him. Before you could even finish your story,  John had already burst into a laugh and propped himself up against the table. You shot him an irritated glare, but it wasn't any good.

Abigail interrupted him, deciding she needed to have the last words. “So now Y/N is crushing horribly on the boy, but also tries to hide before him,  because of reasons I don't understand.” Indignant, you chided in. “Fuck you, Nabby! Also, you were the one saying that he's a huge player!”  “Yeah, but he usually fucks the girls before they sleep in his bed! So maybe I was wrong”, she hollered, and you lowered your head behind the book. “Not so fucking loud! You don’t need to get so aggressive”,you hissed, fixing your eyes on the handsome boy, who was still cluelessly talking with his friends. A sigh escaped from your whole group of friends. With a groan, John stretched.

“Honestly, if that whole story is true, then he probably cares about you. And stop painting him like a villain. I've known him for a bit now, and he's pretty chill. The only thing that’s annoying, is his father.” John's words made you curious,  even though you didn't want to be. Shifting a little closer towards your friend, you digged further into the subject. “What about him?” He gave you a confused look and frowned. “Uhm…  You know, Alexander Hamilton. The man who published his own affair.”

A gasp escaped your lips, and  you glimpsed over to Philip one more time. “That was, before I came to this school, right?”, you asked, tapping thoughtfully against the table.

“Yup”, John confirmed. “ He used to be a bit different way then. Way more open, but just as bold as now. Now he just uses every other weekend as an excuse to get drunk. Or high. Or both.” “I see.”

The four of you spent the rest of the lunch break talking about vanities,but your mind was still occupied with Philip Hamilton. You didn't want to admit it, but he had indeed caught your attention, and you really wanted to get to know him.

Maybe you should give his next party another visit.

“(Y/N).”, the teacher warned you suddenly, putting an end to your daydream. These were the last two lessons of the day, making you even more unconcentrated. “But Mr. Miranda, I wasn’t even doing anything”, you defended yourself, before straightening your back to sit upright. Your Teacher looked at you unimpressed, raising his eyebrows. “Yeah, that's the point. You’re not contributing in this class at all.”, he complained, before clapping his hands. “Okay, we will have a little break everyone, John, please open the windows.”

Your classmate got up to do like he was told to, while the others starting to engage in some small conversations around you, but you didn't feel like talking.  You still couldn't  sort your thoughts and it confused you. What was so interesting about Philip that you couldn’t get him out of your mind? Absorbed in your own thoughts, you started scribbling down on your notepad. You didn’t really know what you were going for, and since your drawing skills were barely average, you didn’t pay much attention to it.

Suddenly, the door of the classroom flew open, and a black mop of hair peeked inside. It was Richard Price, also lovingly called “Dick”, and the best friend of Philip. A sigh escaped your lips. What could he possibly want? But your question was answered faster than you could’ve wished for, as Philip himself walked through the door, a giant bouquet of red roses in his hands.

Without hesitation, he made his way straight to your desk, shoving the bunch of flowers into your hands. A cocky grin was laying on his lips, as he noticed how you started to blush, and he clicked his tongue. Meanwhile, Richard was giving you a once-over and appeared to be unimpressed. “What’s up, Girl?” You could kill Philip for being this laid-back,since he was interrupting a class right now. Mr. Miranda didn’t seem to notice though. As you glimpsed at your teacher, he was violently writing into a small notepad.

“School, obviously. How did you find out where I have class?”, you tried to keep your composure, but on the inside you were screaming. You had never received flowers in your life, and certainly not in this flamboyant way. “I didn’t.”, Philip claimed, making you raise your eyebrows. That didn’t make any sense. “You?”  You addressed Richard, while your eyes were wandering over to him and back to Philip.

“Me neither. I don’t even know you.” The boy claimed, shrugging innocently. Scratching your temple in confusion, you started to contemplate whether they were just messing with you, as someone joined the conversation.

“I told them.” You gasped, as you recognized the voice of John Quincy behind you, who admitted, that he was the one. With widened eyes and filled with indignation, you turned around to him and kicked against one of his shins, making him whimper. “Quince, I thought better of you”, you hissed, as Philip placed an arm around you shoulder. “Come on, he didn’t even tell me your name. So he’s not that huge of a snitch”, Philip reassured you, before stopping in his tracks. “But you could, right now”, he suggested, winking at you.  Furrowing your brows, you shook your head and pushed away his arm, but your fingers lingered a little bit too long on his before you did so. “And why would I? We don’t even know each other”, you said, even though you were already fantasizing about a date with him.

That’s when Richard  joined your conversation, suggesting that you both could get to know each other...on a date. “I don’t know”, you muttered, playing hard to get. Two pair of eyes were staring at you intimidatingly. “I mean, why should I?”, you asked, but immediately regretted it, as John spitted out the gulp of water he had just taken all over the floor. “Jesus Christ, just fucking agree, you’ll be fine, you fucking asshole. We all know you would love to go on date with him, so fuck your “playing hard to get strategy!”, he cursed aggressively, before wiping the water of your table.

At first, you wanted to yell back at him, but then you paused for a minute.After rethinking all of your possibilities, your last thought was “whatever”, which was probably not the most intelligent choice you could make, but here you were.

“One date!”, you clarified, pointing you finger and Philip nodded, slowly lowering himself to you, to caress your cheek. “I won’t be needing more, cherie”, he assured you, and you felt your cheeks flush in an instant. Hastily, you swatted away his hand and he backed away, chuckling slightly. Before he continued to speak, he exchanged a meaningful glance with Richard.

“Okay, so what do you wanna do?”, Philip asked, while running a hand through his curly hair. “Oh.” You hadn’t thought of that yet. What do people usually do on dates. “Like...Going to a movie or something?”, you hesitantly answered and you could see the amusement in both of the boys eyes. “Well. I mean, if you want. We could also go to the theatre or I could book a dinner cruise-”

“What?” You almost choked, interrupting him. Your eyes were widened in surprise, before an expression of disbelief unfolded on your face. Of course, you couldn’t possibly agree to something so expensive, you would owe him for the rest of your life. Shaking your head, you tried not to be impolite. “N-no, no, no.  Let’s.. Let me just visit you..at your home”, you stuttered awkwardly, scratching the back of your head. Your counterpart shrugged, leaning against your table.

“If you want to. Friday?”, he suggested and you slowly tilted you head to the side. “Hm, I don’t know… I have a lot to do on Friday, what about Saturday?”, you explained in a questioning tone. Richard rolled his eyes in annoyance, groaning slightly. Noticing his behaviour, you raised an eyebrow. Had you said something wrong? “My parties are saturdays”, Philip clarified, and you act as if you understood the importance of that.

“Okay. Then...Friday I guess”, you muttered, fidgeting around in your seat.  Philip nodded with a pleased smile on his lips, before grabbing something from your desk, it was the notepad you had drawn on a few minutes ago. Without any hesitation, he ripped out a sheet and showed it to Richard, who stowed the scrap of paper in his jacket after laughing at it.

“Thanks for drawing me”, he said, winking at you. And with that, he left together with Richard, leaving you like the complete mess you were, completely embarrassed and your face buried into the roses he had given to you. You were about to calm down, as you just now noticed that everybody was staring at you like you were some kind of alien.

Sinking deeper into your seat, you hoped Mr. Miranda wouldn’t comment on the situation, and he didn’t. Instead, he waggled his eyebrows at you, which made the circumstances only worse. Thankfully, the teacher continued the lesson a few moments after, but you still felt like nobody was actually paying attention.

Even John, who sat beneath, was glimpsing awfully lot over to you, and at one point, you nudged your elbow into his ribs. “Ouch, what was that for?”, he mumbled quietly, not trying to get the attention of your teacher, but you repeated the action as an answer.

“Everything, Quince.”