#this got really long and i only proofread it twice bc i gotta go to bed soon but i did it and i love them okay byeeee
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i know as much as you do. ingrid grimaced. then he must be utterly clueless, as she could barely remember her own name at that point. she might as well have been alice in wonderland, only wonderland was a hunk of metal soaring past stars. “great.” ingrid spoke quietly, selfishly disappointed he didn't have all the answers. despite her sleepiness, she did notice how things were... off. the control room looked lived in, worked in, but empty of said life. as if the crew just suddenly disappeared, raptured off the deck. it was suspicious. her gaze crawled over the screen he nodded toward, seeing little map markers and status updates, but didn't understand much of it beyond the obvious.
four days?! ingrid’s eyes widened comically, following his gaze to the calendar on the wall—she found it in herself to wonder if time even mattered in space. it was all so beyond her. she hated to look at everything so bewildered, a newborn baby distracted by flashing colors. everything was all so technical, mechanical. she could probably name a few modules and panels if she had to, but she wouldn’t be able to describe their functions. her job was all paperwork and corporate lunches, gossip about coworkers and discussions about the ethics of exomoon mining. she was a company shill, not a space marine; that was why wy chose her apparently, that she was there because she was a thorough associate attorney that would undoubtedly go to the ends of the universe to prove that weyland-yutani were not using prisoners on a penal colony planet as test dummies.
still struck silent, she watched as he crossed to the kitchenette, then as he came back. he was so large that it seemed almost impossible that he could fit inside the ship, he made her feel incredibly small even though she was a woman of average height. ingrid accepted the water only because he seemed authoritative. she didn’t know a thing about him, but his ease around the complex parts of the ship and his general demeanor suggested this wasn’t his first time in space, that perhaps he had decades of experience with ships and living in a place that had artificial gravity. not like her. he seemed so at home among it all. she had never felt more uncomfortable in her life.
taking little sips like she did with the bites of nutrition bar, she hesitantly scooted a bit closer, then leaned against the control panel. just because she didn't understand what any of it meant didn't mean she didn't want to know. the water was a bit easier to handle, but she was careful not to overdo it. though she was inexperienced, she did read all the material wy gave her about interstellar travel, including procedures after waking up from stasis. "that's... strange?" she reacted to the news that they two were the only ones on board when he awoke. again, she didn't know much about life aboard a transport ship, but she had to imagine most of the crew were kept in stasis for a portion of the trip—so many things ran automatically nowadays, it almost seemed like they kept ship crews onboard as a formality, perhaps just as a backup. (people back on earth always joked about it, get paid to sleep!, though that might've been jealousy talking.) even if everyone else was awake to take care of the ship, he should've been able to get into contact with someone, right? after four whole days?
"okay. just... don't leave without me, please." with that, ingrid set the glass on a nearby desk, then turned towards the other room. when she was sure he couldn't see her, ingrid moved to her abandoned cryobed and sat down. closing her eyes, she tried to breathe evenly, clear her mind. this was happening. this was a weird, fucked up situation, and now she had to deal with it. after a long moment of catching up to herself, ingrid snapped open her eyes and suddenly pushed off the bed again. hurriedly, she searched the room for any of her personal effects. she didn't find many of her own things, though found stuff she figured belonged to the crew. changing into a pair of pants that roughly fit her, she kept the slouchy shirt she slept in, then found a pair of uniform boots that were standard issue in ships. after about twenty minutes, ingrid felt it was time to move on. how badly she wanted to crawl back into her cryobed!
entering the control room again, ingrid redid her ponytail that came loose from sleep. momentarily, she feared he had gone back on his word, but quickly her sight fell upon him. "i'm ready... i think." she looked around the room once again, sight then falling upon the discarded jacket on the back of a chair. "wait!" ingrid grabbed it, then slipped it over her shoulders. the back of it had the weyland-yutani logo embossed on it. strangely, it felt equal parts comforting and revolting. ingrid put the half-eaten nutrition bar in the pocket of the jacket, just in case. "now i'm ready. you're, uh, the one that's supposed to be... with me, right?" it was probably obvious, but she wanted confirmation anyways. it would make her feel better if he was paid to protect her, at least. she had to hope that would mean he wouldn't leave her to her own devices. "i'm ingrid, if you didn't know. i suppose i should introduce myself formally, y'know, if we're going... out." she realized that sounded like a double entendre, but hoped he didn't.
Her expression while downing the nutrition bar almost made him laugh. Not in an amused fashion, either—in a way meant to ridicule her. Civilians were not used to the way soldiers ate. He downed worse than the CHOCOLATE CARBOHYDRATE BAR she had in her hand. When it was just him and the Reaper Squad in the desert all those eons ago, the In fact, the one he'd had when he woke up—the LEMON CARBOHYDRATE BAR—was even chalkier and more brittle. He saved her the good flavor, pulled out a bit of kindness for this one.
Soap had no answers for her. "I know as much as you do." Which wasn't much. He nodded toward the screen, showing that while their particular quadrant of the airship was stable, the rest of the quadrants—three out of the four—were unresponsive. The modules that would have the other quadrants' information were greyed out. At least the module for their particular quadrant told him oxygen levels were steady, the exterior doors leading to the other quadrants were locked as they should be. Power was stable. They had been that way ever since he woke up; things were peaceful, but the missing information was a story untold.
Glancing at the calendar, Soap continued, "I've been awake for the last four days." He headed toward the tiny kitchenette in the room, pouring her a glass of water from the faucet. Heavy boots orchestrated his walk toward her, and he only then realized the difference in their sizes as he handed her the glass. "Drink something. It'll keep the food down."
Now, back to the screen. He stood in front of it, palms resting against the edge of the control panel. "There were 18 other people in our quadrant. I woke up in the cot bay," he said, tracing his finger on the map of their quadrant from the control room to the aforementioned room, "with the rest of the other cryobeds. Next to yours. Except, all the other beds were empty." He delivered his words plainly; as if it were another day on the job. A stark contrast to the anxiety that was practically reverberating off her. It was a peculiar situation, but by no means a dire one. Not quite yet.
Even if the other cryobeds were in the state they were. Those details were left out on purpose, and he hoped she was too groggy from deep slumber to notice. There was no use in sending her to a panic with incomplete details, unsolved problems. True to his name, his job was to keep things squeaky clean by any means necessary.
"I moved you into the deputy pilot's area, where we are." He tapped on one of the larger spaces in the quadrant map. These ships had three pilots: the chief pilot, whose office was somewhere in the middle and very front, his name obvious to his role. Then, the right and left hangars of the ship each had deputy pilots. The thing was, there was no one left on this side of the ship when Soap woke up.
He stood up straight and turned to face the woman, exhaling. "I was going to leave our quadrant and see if there were others, but I didn't want to leave you alone." An uncharacteristically considerate thing for him to do, but he was tasked with looking after her, after all. "In fact, I thought you were dead. I'll let you settle for an hour then we're moving out."
#bowlofpeaches#* narrative. ingrid sergeant.#* thread. ingrid & soap.#* verse. dead space.#this got really long and i only proofread it twice bc i gotta go to bed soon but i did it and i love them okay byeeee#no pressure to match length btw :) i'm just a wordy b*tch
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Assassin// pt. 3
Synopsis: Luke confronts his target with the help of y/n and her secret weapon.
Can you tell I’m not good at synopsis’?? that was god awful just read the god damn fic ok
Pairing: Slow burn bestfriend!Luke x reader
Warnings: None besides my lack of proofreading.
Word Count: 1.9 k
Notes: Im so so sorry this took so long to write life has been all over the place for me at the moment.
part 1 and part 2 here!!
also i cant stop staring at calum leaning back on michaels arm and just wow what couple goals. and also ashton glaring back at them bc michaels touching his man.
*****
As the number of players dwindled down Luke was beginning to become more and more anxious. I better not mess up now, like I usually do, Luke was thinking, lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. I need another win. At least I’ve won twice, unlike Y/N.
Y/N. Fuck. She(He/they, idk who you are) is so focused on winning this year, it’s adorable. Part of me, the part that can’t stop thinking about her smile, or her laugh, or the way she says my name, wants to help her win; even if that means I lose. But the logical side of me is telling me that’s stupid, she hasn’t even shown she likes me back.
But she did kiss me on the cheek earlier today. Thinking about it made Luke’s heart clench tightly, a small smile at the memory tracing his lips. But she’s done that before, it probably wasn’t anything special, just a way of saying thanks. Luke reasoned with himself. But this one was different, it felt different. And she left so quickly afterwards. Was she nervous? Does she feel the same?
Luke shook his head, his feelings getting the best of him. He should be focusing on how to get Calum out. He’ll deal with you later. Luke turned on his side, trying to get more comfortable in the hopes of finally finding sleep. After a long while, he drifted off to dream, the feeling of your soft lips against his cheek never leaving his mind, no matter his state of consciousness.
*****
Luke woke early that morning to the sound of his phone ringing loudly. He quickly reached over to his nightstand, his heart clenching when he saw your name flash across the screen.
He ran a hand through his curls, even though you couldn’t see him, before pressing the ‘answer’ button.
“Yea?” he answered, his voice hoarse from his sudden awakening.
“Hey,” you replied, trying your best to not focus on how low and gruff his morning voice sounded. Damn it, he’s gonna be the death of you.
“Whya calling me so early?” he asked. “Not that I’m mad or anything, just like, wondering,” Luke cringed internally at his awkwardness, but thankfully enough you giggled.
“Well we’ve got Calum to get out, don’t we? Times a tickin’.“
Luke chuckled. “God damn, Y/N. You really wanna win this year, huh? You know this game could go on for weeks, really.”
You shrugged. “So what if I wanna be victorious a bit early?”
“Fair enough,” Luke agreed, “But what’s the plan? I can tell you’ve already made one up.”
You smirked mischievously. “Open up your door and find out,”
*****
Luke’s eyes widened. He didn’t know you were already here. He quickly rushed out of bed, throwing on a pair of sweatpants before looking himself in the mirror and splashing water on his face.
He jumped to his door, opening up to see you and a guest waiting, smiling at each other. Luke’s jaw dropped, disbelief riding over him that you would go this far.
There in front of him stood Mali-koa, Calum’s sister, who he hasn’t seen in well over six months.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me, Y/N,” Luke laughed, bring Mali in for a hug. She laughed along with him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Once they stepped back from the hug, Luke ushered you two into his apartment, still in disbelief you’d go as far as to fly in Mali for this game.
Luke flopped on the couch, jiggling his knee in excitement, “I see you have brought a secret weapon,”
Mali laughed at that. “Is that all I am to you?”
The two of them dove into conversation, catching up like old buddied. They had grown up together, so seeing each other was always a pleasant occasion.
Meanwhile, you were a bit too busy trying to distract yourself with your phone to get your mind off of Luke, who was sitting two feet away. Shirtless.
It’s not like you haven’t ever seen him shirtless before, it just caught you off guard. Here you are trying to organize a plan to help him yet you could not stop staring at the line of silver necklaces that laid against his broad chest.
Mali and Luke’s conversation had drifted to this year’s game of Assassin. He had started to ask her about the plan, but apparently she didn’t know, either.
This led to you, the Puppet Master, if you will. You began to explain the plan, a rather simple one compared to the amount of work(going through trash) it took to get Michael and Ashton out. For this one, you really just get to sit back and watch the plan unfold.
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It started with a text. A short, quick one from Mali to Calum. Hey there, lil bro. Want a surprise gift?? You smirked as Mali sent it, waiting for Calum’s reply.
It did not take long for the response. Calum texted back a quick what? and just like that the plan was in action.
Mali revealed what was happening, or what Calum would think was happening. Wellll, I may or may not be in LA right now to visit you...
You giggled, knowing already that Calum won’t be able to turn this down. You kind of felt bad, taking advantage of Calum’s family connection just to win a game, or in this case for Luke to win, but to be fair, the Hoods were an easy-going family; And technically, you didn’t specifically tell Mali too come here to help trick her brother into losing, you more so just knew she was planning on visiting her brother soon and suggested she fly on the closest available day possible.
Mali boarded the next possible flight right after you two talked, knowing it’d be hilarious to not only trick Calum, but get to brag about it afterwards. And hey, she gets to see her brother, who she hadn’t seen in ages.
Calum started screaming at Mali over text, clearly showing his excitement over her being here. After countless texts, blowing up Mali’s phone, she suggested the two meet up. Calum immediately agreed.
They agreed to meet at a bar that was close to Mali’s hotel, the plan setting in place perfectly.
Luke started to get giddy with excitement, tricking his best friend bringing his great joy. He couldn’t believe he fell for this so easily.
Right when the three of you were getting ready to walk out the door, Mali’s phone rang.
“Shit, it’s Calum.” Mali answered the call, her bright face slowly falling. “Gimme a minute, ok?” she told the caller.
She put her hand over her phone, blocking out her next words. “He fucking remembered the game. He’s asking if I can just meet up with him at his place.”
Your face fell, the thought of the plan failing hitting you hard. But you did not get Mali to fly all the way over here just for a family reunion. Nuh-uh, Luke was going to get Calum out.
Luke was as determined as you are. “Tell him his place is really far from your hotel, you’re tired.”
Mali quickly reiterated the lines, going on about how much she did just to get here. Calum hesitated, but reluctantly agreed.
“Fine, just don’t post anything about where we’re gonna be. And for the love of god Mali, don’t you dare fucking talk to Luke,” he said before hanging up the phone.
Mali laughed, the adrenaline of this plan settling in. “Let’s go get that bastard out.”
*****
Kicking it in the passenger seat of Luke’s rental car was by far the easiest part of the night. The three of you had driven over to the bar, but you had stayed in the car, locked in and safe away from Calum, your attacker.
Meanwhile, Mali had walked into the bar, where she waits for her brother. Luke, on the other hand, was waiting in the men’s room, waiting for the queue from you to run and get Calum.
It wasn’t long until you saw Calum’s car pull up to the bar, right next to the rental. You slumped down in your seat, keeping your eyes trained on Calum’s body as he walked quickly into the bar, his head checking behind his shoulder, paranoid that Luke was here. And, oh boy, should he be.
You called Luke on facetime, wanting him to film when he got Calum out. He answered from the boys bathroom, and automatically knew what you were calling for. Excitement took over his features, and your heart warmed at his smile. You smiled back, and told him Calum had just entered the bar.
He kept you on facetime as he quietly opened the bathroom door and tiptoed his way around the wall, peaking around to see Mali and Calum hugging. Mali was smiling over his shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around her brother, and as she opened her eyes she made eye contact with Luke, sending him a quick thumbs up.
Right as they were pulling away from the hug, Luke ran up from behind, placing both hands on Calum’s shoulders. Calum looked behind him, bewildered, before realization struck.
“Fuck, No! You’ve gotta be kiddin me!” Calum wailed. Luke broke out in a fit of laughter, you along with him. Mali giggled as well, wrapping her arm around her brother’s shoulders.
“Sorry, lil bro, Y/N’s got a devious brain, that one” Mali remarked, making you laugh harder over the phone.
“Fuck you, Y/N” Calum laughed. “I was planning to get you out tomorrow,”
“Well not anymore!” Luke hollered, ecstatic over his win.
“Well now you’ve gotta go up against her,” Calum reminded him, crossing his arms.
Mali laughed. “Good luck with that, she seems pretty determined this year.”
“Now get out of here, let me enjoy some time with my sister without you asshole” Calum said.
Luke said his goodbyes, before looking to you on facetime. “Alright, we only have the one car. So I say, I’ll drive us to my home, we can kick it there. No attacking the other. The game will start again tomorrow. Deal?” Luke questioned.
“Deal,” you agreed. “Let’s order some food.” you said, before hanging up and waiting for him to come back to the car.
Before he entered the rental, he reminded you of your deal, as if you didn’t just make it 30 seconds ago.
“Yes, I understand. Now just take me home. I’m tired.” you replied, the adrenaline from your plan succeeding wearing off.
He got in the car, a small smile still on his face, making you smile a bit, too. You leaned against the car window, admiring the man seated next to you. You two drove in comfortable silence, until he finally said: “Thank you for today. The plan and stuff, it was- it was really cool.” He smiled, turning his eyes away from the road to face you.
You smiled back, keeping eye contact until he had to face the road again. You kept looking at him, until you slowly drifted off to sleep in the passenger seat, only coming to consciousness once more later. When Luke had tucked you into his bed, pressing a small kiss to your forehead, the feeling of his soft lips on your forehead becoming engrained into your memory.
*****
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