I found the cult ending thing in the game files but it was all jubled and in the wrong order so i did my best to transcribe it (also i accidentally deleted half of this post the first time I wrote this and i am d y i n g)
NASA Au: Astronaut Stiles, Control room staff Derek.
“I’ll be home soon!” Stiles chuckled into the mic, his hand flipping the last of ARTEMIS’s switches. there are only few minutes left before the liftoff and Derek decided that’s the “going to space” deal is a little dangerous.
“You will be gone for 3 months!” Derek growled into the mic back at Huston control room.
Ugh, stubborn ass, “Well how about a deal?” he suggested.
“A deal?” Derek leaned back to look up at the screen currently showing the astronauts aboard ARTEMIS.
“Yep,” Stiles said while popping the p in his mouth. he reached down to his external pocket and pulled out a little box “Der, can you see this?”
A gasp came from Erica who sat next to him in the control room, Derek looked at her in question while his boyfriend grinned at the camera “yeah. why?”
“Oh god Derek!,” Erica slapped him on the arm “He’s proposing!”
“He what!?” Derek whipped his face back to the screen so fast he must have snapped it off. on the screen the box was now open revealing a golden band and stiles was smiling.
“So here’s the deal,” he closed the box “i go into space, fix that damn Beetle and finish the mission, and in 3 months you will become my husband. how about that?”
“Stiles don’t curse!” Lydia scolded him while pointing at the kids in the audience room.
Oh god. oh god “Oh god”
“Should i take it as a yes?” Stiles snickered with the other astronauts.
“Damn right you should you idiot!”
“Language!” Lydia pointed to the snickering kids.
“You better get your ass back here in one piece” Derek smiled at the screen. his boy- fiance is going to the moon in just a few minutes.
“You betcha“ Stiles grinned as the control room roared into applause and whistles.
Tags: Alternative Universe, Political AU, President Nikiforov, Prime Minister
Katsuki, Mutual Pining, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Fluff and Angst, Porn with
Feelings, Porn With Plot, Shameless Smut, Smitten Victor Nikiforov, Sassy
Summary: 1. reason or justification for existence; the thing that is most important to someone or something; the sole or ultimate purpose of someone.
President Nikiforov of Russia has a few weaknesses: premium rye vodka, an attention span of 30 minutes, and a torrid love affair with the Japanese Prime Minister.
Anonymity was a blessing, Victor thought, watching a crowd of nameless people passing by him on the streets, completely oblivious to his presence. The chance of casually walking everywhere, of doing your own thing and being just one more face in the crowd, nameless, unimportant, was something so trivial yet so underrated Victor only felt envy for it. Some people dedicated their lives to being someone – someone significant, someone renowned, someone who stood out like he did, and while he recognized that having a public image indeed had its bright sides, in moments like these he wished to be just one more face in the crowd, nameless and irrelevant to the world.
The freedom of walking down the street holding hands with his loved one was a distant dream, for he too suffered the same bane. They would never be trivial people, free to live how they wanted, and that was a blessing as much as a curse.
Jamie, I… was angry at you… for such a long time. You made me go and live a life that… I didn’t want to live. But you were right, damn you. Brianna was safe… and loved… and raised well. But sometimes, oh, when she turns and the light catches her red hair or… I see her smile in her sleep… It takes my breath away… Because I see you.
“I’m sorry, Dean,” Cas extended out his hand. It wasn’t the first time Cas tried to return a gift when they fought. It’s not like they fought often, but sometimes the life got in the way like it had today, sending Dean packing to his room and Cas with nothing to do but go to apologize. It’s his fault, really. Dumbass should’ve answered his phone.
“It’s a gift. You keep those.” They’d done this before, but Dean wasn’t that pissed to ignore the fact that Cas was still in his room trying. He usually just waited around outside like a lost puppy.
Castiel shifted his feet, unsure of what to do. “I should’ve ––”
“Damn right you should’ve.” Dean looked at the angel in the eye, not daring to hide the anger and pain he felt. “You go dark like that right now? I thought the worst, man. The worst.” Dammit voice for breaking at the last word. He was not gonna get emotional.
For what it was worth, it seemed to stop Cas. “There is no excuse,” he moved to sit down on Dean’s bed. Dean tracked Castiel the entire time, his jaw clenched as he waited for Cas to continue. “I-I’m sorry, Dean. There is nothing I can say…”
If he didn’t look like a lost puppy then, man did he look that way now. Dean felt himself soften even though the anger was still there. He thought back to the entire year Cas has had, between Lucifer and losing Kelly and Dagon…
“It’s been a rough year for you. I mean I’m pissed, but I get it.” Dean shifted so that they were facing each other, knees knocking together. Castiel wouldn’t meet his eyes in the slightest, but if Dean was going to say what he was about to say it was probably better that way.
“Look,” he sighed before he moved to prod Castiel’s hand so that it opened up for him. “I called you god knows how many times. I thought Dagon had gotten to you or something or worse. Then when we found her and Kelly and there was no sign of you I thought something else must’ve gotten you. I never once thought you were ignoring us…” he felt that anger again, but he steeled himself. “But you can’t do that, okay? Just, not to me.”
Castiel squeezed Dean’s hand, grounding them both. “I need a win, Dean. I need to win one for you. For myself.”
“I get it man, but you’re not the only one throwing snake eyes here.” Dean moved to grab Castiel’s other hand, the movement causing for both their heads to inadvertently move forward so that they were nearly touching foreheads. “You and me…” He almost added and Sam, but that was not the point right now. “Face it, we’re just better together. And we’ll get that win. Together.”
Castiel moved forward so that they foreheads touched fully, nothing more to be said. Dean knew if he said anything more he might ruin it, ruin what they have right now.
“Together,” Castiel whispered. It was enough to calm Dean down fully.
They remained that way for a while before Sam called Dean back to the bunker. The hunter squeezed the angel’s hands once more before resting his lips on the angel’s forehead for one moment. When Sam called again twice is when Dean reluctantly moved and left Castiel in his room.
For his part, Castiel then spent the next ten minutes fighting with himself over what he was about to do. Dean would kill him, or worse, if he did what he was about to do, but if it was to keep those hands from hurting an innocent soul than Castiel would move Heaven and Hell for Dean. Dean was Castiel’s reason for living, even after the hell of a year he has had. He wasn’t going to let that soul be tarnished further with this burden. The choice had been made, even if Castiel’s being didn’t know if it was right.
With tears in his eyes, Castiel grabbed the colt and left his heart in Dean’s room.
It was the day after you hung out with Yoongi and you were still so overwhelmed. You sat on your sofa, staring at your phone in anticipation. Why did he have to kiss you? You knew you had some sort of attraction towards him, but now? Now your heart raced at even the thought of him!
Why was Yoongi taking so long to answer, anyway?
“Now, don’t tell me you can somehow mess up brownies?” You asked, taking the ingredients out of the fridge.
“Shut up,” Yoongi laughed. Like, actually, laughed. His eyes crinkled slightly and you saw his cute gummy smile the boys teased him about.
You two handed each other ingredients and stirred them into mixing bowls. While you stirred the wet ingredients, Yoongi stirred the dry. Looking toward him to see how he was doing, you stifled a laugh.
“I might’ve gotten some on me…” He trailed off, looking down at his powdered clothes.
Letting out a laugh, you walked over to him and patted his chest. That only caused a poof of flour to blow up from his chest leaving you both in coughing fits, all the while you laughed.
“Why am I the one who always ends up being a mess?” Yoongi whined, pouting his lips and with sad eyes.
After finishing mixing the ingredients, you placed them into a pan and put it into the preheated oven.
“Now, we wait,” You sighed, both of you walking to the living room.
“So, you’ve come to your conclusion?” Yoongi blurted, nonchalantly, picking his phone up from the coffee table.
“About Jimin? You said there’s something…holding you back?”
Looking away from his curious gaze, you shrugged. “I thought so but I still don’t know how I feel.”
“You know, I may act cold around everyone, but…you can to turn to me if ever in need. Just know that,” Yoongi spoke, sternly, and you looked at him in surprise.
“Thanks. I appreciate that,” you sent a warm smile which he, genuinely, returned. “Now, I think we need better hangout ideas. All we’ve been doing is eating and watching movies…”
“What’s wrong with that? Definitely beats going outside,” Yoongi retorted, with a laugh.
“Ha ha,” You rolled your eyes, a playful smile painting your lips.
“Scooch over,” You lightly pushed Yoongi’s leg from being sprawled over the couch, causing them to slide of onto the floor.
“How much longer?” He yawned.
“Twenty minutes or so? We could get take out if you don’t want to wait and––” You were cut off by the soft sounds of snoring. Turning your head, you saw Yoongi’s head leaned back, mouth hung open, asleep. “Gee, thanks,” you muttered sarcastically, although you knew he wouldn’t answer.
Twenty minutes passed and you took the brownies out of the oven. Cutting them up, you grabbed one and headed back to the couch.
“They’re ready,” You mumbled, with a mouth full of brownie.
“What is that smell?”
“Did you bake, Y/N?”
“Can I have one?”
“Save one for me!”
Six boys tumbled out of their rooms and raced toward the kitchen. Before you could protest, they stuffed one in their mouths and ran back to their rooms. Looking back at the plate filled with brownies, you groaned when you saw that the boys hadn’t left any for Yoongi. He was going to be pissed.
“They’re ready?” He opened his eyes and slowly sat up. Looking back down at the brownie you took only one bite of, you held it out for Yoongi.
“The boys kind of took them all. Have mine,” you waved the brownie around his face. Pouting, he shook his head. “I’d rather just punch them than steal yours.”
“Just eat the brownie,” You rolled your eyes.
Sighing, he leaned over and took a bite out of the brownie in your hand. “Mm, that’s good! We made that?” He queried, with a mouth full.
“Why do you sound so surprised?”
“Because I can’t cook! At least, not as well as Jin.”
“Damn, right!” You heard from down the hall. Laughing, you took another bite of the brownie you were sharing.
You and Yoongi lounged around, one of the boys coming in ever so often, laughing nervously when Yoongi glared at them.
“It’s late. I should get home,” you checked your watch.
“Damn, you’re right. Let me walk you back since it’s dark.” This time you didn’t protest.
Arriving in front of your apartment building, you thanked Yoongi. After a few minuted of peering at him, he looked around, uncomfortably. “Uh, Y/N? Why’re you looking at me like that?”
“Just wondering how I, out of all people, could be the reason your so soft” Throwing his head back to groan, he whined, “Y/N!”
“Sorry! Just curious, that’s all,” You shrugged.
“I just like you, slightly more than other people. Take that as a compliment,” He raised an eyebrow, causing you to grin.
“Wow. What an honor,” You feigned shock, placing a hand over your chest. “Thanks for walking me home,” You smiled, gratefully.
Turning to go in, a hand grabbed your wrist. You turned your head to ask what Yoongi was doing, but was cut off when he tugged you closer to him and placed his lips on yours. Your eyes widened, but didn’t push him away. Instead, you closed your eyes and leaned into him.
Pulling away, breathless, both of your cheeks were a deep red. “Bye, Y/N,” Yoongi chuckled, softly. You were still in a daze only able to put your hand up and wave.