#and tomorrow he'll laugh and cry. but the past ghosts of those he knew will hold him and tell him all will be okay.

[0ransje]

We may be going extinct but at least we have each other.

[macravishedbymactavish]

Just Pretend (Platonic!John "Soap" Mactavish x GN!Reader)

TW for typical COD violence and themes, mentions to moments in the MW2 campaign, angst

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You found him interesting, like a language you knew most of the words to.

You could figure out the general direction to the club, a hotel, and get a quick lay. But anything worthwhile? A translator may be needed.

Unfortunately Simon wasn't very open, and you didn't feel like having him lecture you on personal space. That if he wants you to know something he'll tell you.

It made your head spin, watching as he worked a room one night. Swiftly bouncing between multiple circles, ensuring he said hi to everyone, buying rounds of shots for special occasions. Hell half the recruits mothers knew him (or knew of him).

You've never seen one person get so many Christmas cards at base.

It was on a mission the night you truly learned. Learned his head was against him, turning out the lights to whisper about all the things he could've done better, the people he should've saved, why wasn't it him instead of those innocent fam-

The scratching of pen on paper got more aggressive, causing you to roll over and look at your teammate. Debating whether or not to say anything. You shifted, enough to alert the masked man beside him. Eyes immediately cast on you, unspeaking, unmoving, but message portrayed clear as day:

Don't you dare disturb him

It was when the scratching was combined with the slight decrease between his breaths that Ghost transformed into Simon. Whispering something soft to the man beside him, eyes flicking between you and the door.

I've got this, leave us be.

You bit your lip, debating whether to fight. Whether to sit on the otherside and secure that you were here too. But you knew that Simon was right; you were past the colleagues circle, well into the mates phase. But not close, not like the two of them were.

So you gave a curt nod, grabbing your blanket from the floor and wandering out of the room. You initially chose the room next door, lying to yourself that you'd get sleep and deal with this hole in your soul tomorrow. The hole knowing you'd never be able to pick up a sword and join the war going on in his head.

It was the shaky voice through the wall, and the nausea it caused deep in your stomach that caused you to barrel out of the room, out of the house. You glanced around, opting to sit on the bench swing. Heels kicked onto the boards of the porch, you slowly swung yourself. Falling deeper in thought.

About the demons you hear scratching at the walls, whispering your name. Waiting for one long night, one mistake on a mission to seap in through the seams and possess every light in sight.

You jumped and swung. Fight AND flight. Grimacing when your hand connected with a person. You blinked, focusing on the dimly lit figure beside you.

Johnny.

"Did.." He started, clearing his throat. Both of you silently acknowledged the fact that he was crying only a minute ago. Both actively choosing not to say anything.

"Did you just slap me?" You both stared at one another for a second, letting it sink in. You had extensive close combat training, knew how to disable an enemy in seconds.....and your first reaction?

A bitch slap.

You both began laughing, slowly stopping until one had the mind to glance at the other. Causing the laughter to erupt full force again.

It was when your faces and stomachs began to hurt when he spoke.

"I've stopped talking to my ma," your head shot up involuntarily, something you'd curse to yourself about doing later. "After....that night," he vaguely waved, shifting to rest his elbows on his knees, head ducking down as he continued.

"It's...its hard. Ma, my family, my old mates. Hell even the slightly old gran at the shop who flirts with me. They all see me before Soap. They still see me as the Mactavish kid who wiped out while biking and used my face to cushion the landing." Your heart sunk, listening to his guilt.

How he dreaded going home for the holiday, knowing everyone would be surrounding him, cheering him on for being this war hero. He'd seen it all with his cousin, back when he still held his youth. He thought his cousin was the bravest person alive.

How do you love someone that let civilians die all around them?

You love the fact that they were brave enough to go toe to toe with a tank. To take down the person going after the innocent. To do what's right.

"It's a lot, I know" he leaned back, sinking into the seat. Legs scrunched up a bit as you continued rocking the chair.

"You're so happy though" you trailed off, immediately regretting saying anything.

"There's something about seeing other people happy. It's infectious." He started with a shrug, "plus nobody likes a sad stripper"

"I'm sorry, a sad what?"

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[jinxthequeergirl]

Teenage Rebellion's

Steve Harrington x Hopper! Reader

(Mainly a little more of a father daughter reader)

Requested by @melxoxo23 : " A story, where you're hoppers daughter and dating steve.with angst maybe?, but with a happy ending and include joyce too! Please and thank youuuu!"

Warning: swearing/ angst/ a small fight between pops and daughter

Hope you like it?!

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You crawled through Steve's window instantly catching his attention. "What are you doing here?"

"What aren't you happy to see me, harrington?" you asked a but offended by his greeting as you shut the window.

"Yes I'm just...surprised." He got up from his spot on the bed and quickly moved to place his hands around your waist. "That was the point dumbass." you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him. He smiled and kissed back.

He lifted you up and spun you around earning a laugh from you before setting you on the bed.

"Your dad is going to kill you if he finds out your here...maybe he'll kill me first." He said from above you. you smirked knowingly at him, and took a glance at the time on his nightstand.

" silly boy you underestimate me!" you pushed him off top of you and sat up. "It's currently 11: 35 meaning Magnum p.I. just finished up an hour ago. I, knowing everything about my father, knew that he goes to bed at exactly ten on the dot! giving me about twenty minutes to make sure he feel asleep before slipping out my window and into yours!" you booped him upon saying the last word, and slung your legs over his lap with a smile. "And your sister?"

"Sleep over with max." you said with a grin. "Now are you complaining about this or would you rather come over tomorrow and deal with three inches?" with out another word he moved in and kissed you.

It wasn't a secret that something had been different with you for the past couple of weeks. You had been pushing to do things you never once wanted to do, you started planing things around your father. Steve started taking note of these things but didn't say anything thinking it would pass. He pulled away scraching the back of his neck.

"What's wrong?"

"I was actually going to ask you the same thing." You looked at him confused. "C'mon you've been acting... different this past week."

"I have not..." He gave an unconvinced look. "I..." you groaned and feel back onto his bed. You pat the space beside you and he laied next to you.

"In all honesty...I Have no idea, like I feel I should but I don't just everytime my dad tells me not to do something it just pisses me off so I go against it! And lately it's worse I just feel like he...well...you get the point for the most part."

"Just a little teenage rebellion never hurt anyone." You chuckled lightly and snuggled into him. "I guess..."

"It'll pass over."you hummed in response and shut your eyes. "Hey don't let me fall asleep, I need to get home..." you muttered already pretty drowsy.

"No..no..I Promise.." he mumbled resting his chin on top of your head eyes slowly shutting. Soon enough you where both asleep.

"I'm telling you it's that harrington kid! He's nothing but a bad influence on her now!" joyce looked at hopper as he paced back and forth in front of her. "Well I think Steve is a nice guy." she said simply looking back down at the cash register.

"That's what he wants you to think!"

Joyce scrunched her noise in conduction. "Why would Steve want you to THINK he's nice?"

Hopper threw his hands up before placing them on the edge of the counter. "I Don't know!"

"I think maybe it's another one of those issues where you just need to talk to her!" Hopper opened his mouth but shut it when Steve's car pulled up outside.

Both adults watched you hop out after giving him a kiss. "Morning joyce! Hey dad." You slid on your blue vest that matched the one Joyce wore. "Where the hell were you this morning!"

"I accidentally slept over at Steve's last night. Not a big deal!"

"Not a big deal? Y/n I didn't know where you went! I thought something happened! When did you even leave?"

"I told you last night."

"When!?"

"God why do you even care!? I'm here alive and breathing! Nothing happened last night either!"

"Listen I don't know what this little teen rebellion thing you have going on but I've had enough! Enough of the disrespect and the lying and just everything from you now!"

You rolled your eyes and started towards the back to start working, but hopper only followed you. "Hey! Do not walk away from me when I AM talking to you! You know I think this Harrington kid I proving to be-"

You whirled around angrily. "You leave Steve out of this! It's NOT his fault I'm acting like this! It's YOUR own!"

He stoped taken aback by this. "What did you say?"

"It's your own damn fault I'm acting like this you are just to...to..ugh dense to realise that! To dense or stupid!"

His eyes widened. "Really? Well if I can't realise that maybe I don't know you anymore! You might as well be a stranger! You might as well not live under the same roof!"

"What are you kicking me out now because of this!?"

"Well I mean you wanna sneak out stay away as long as you can maybe I am." it was your turn to state at him suprised.

"Hop..." neither of you had realised Joyce was following trying her best to cool the both of you off. "Good. Fine! It's not like you'll notice you act like you have one daughter anyways!" you stormed to the front of the store the last part of your scentence sinking in.

"Wait what does that mean!? Where are you going!?"

"Get my stuff from your place! You want me out so fucking bad!" He stopped as the door slammed shut.

"Goddamn it!" He fumbled around for his keys until Joyce came up beside him and took them. "Hopper no! You need to stay here, I will go talk her! You need to cool down...I'll be back."

She quickly pushed the door open and hurried down the street to you.

"Y/n! Y/n!"

"Yes?" you snapped turning to her.

"Are you ok? What's going on with you?"

You stopped and stared at her searching very deep down inside. After telling steve last night something else came to mind something you thought was stupid and selfish. Something you swore you would just ignore but the more and more It stuck in your brain the more It made you want to act out.

"Y/n?.." Joyce moved closer to you and rubbed away a tear that started to fall from your face.

"I'm going to sound like a five year old of I tell you."

"Thats ok..." You both sat down on the curb and you took a breath.

"Every Sunday...dad would make French toast since it was my favioret...we had this silly superstion that if he made the first on properly the rest would turn out bad."

You started to cry just thinking of it and joyce simply placed a hand over yours as she listened. "So he always burnt the first one, that's how I would know he was making breakfast, because I would be waken up by the smell of burning bread." You both chuckled as you paused to wipe away tears.

"And every Friday we would rent a movie every Friday no matter what...It didnt matter if he was tired he would come home and take me to family video and we would pick a movie, we never finished then because we would both fall asleep...but that changed when he adopted el." You sighed using your free hand to play with your shoe laces.

"I love el so much, there is nothing in this world that could make me think other wise. But I get the feeling that nothing I do is ever as good as anything she could do in my dads eyes, I feel like I come on second now! And I miss our stupid old traditons!"

"So you did this as a way to get his attention?..."

You looked at her. "I guess in a weird toddler way of acting out yea.."

"It's not weird...love can make us do crazy things...even make us rebell against the people we love..."

"Yea...I guess it does." you smiled softly.

"But I think maybe you should talk to him tell him You miss doing things like that and miss spending time with him..."

You where scilent. "We could even go back together and tell him?"

So the both of you walked back to the store hopper stood there anxiously before you two came back in.

You both started to speak at the same time. "Let me it's my fault so just hear me out? And if by the end this you can...well you can kick me out if you want?"

He pulled you into a hug. "I don't think that gonna happen kiddo."

~a week later~

"What are you wearing?"

You looked over to your dad with a smile as you stepped out of your room. "What? It's...how would you put it? Cutting edge!" You joked making him laugh.

Things where better, a lot better no more teenage rebellion from you now that things where explained and fixed. There was a knock at the door catching both your attention.

"I'll get it!" you hurried across the room And opened the door. "El there here!" you stepped aside letting steve, Mike and joyce enter. Steve greeted you with a warm hug and kiss.

"Evening Sir." Steve said nervously after shutting the door.

"Relax kid, you can call me hopper. What movie did you get?"

You lead Steve to the couch as he looked through the bag. "Well everyone had different suggestions so out choices are. The breakfast club, ghost busters, American werwolf in london, pretty in pink, and Nightmare on elm street."

"I vote pretty in pink!" joyce said taking a seat next to hopper.

"No girly movie! Nightmare on elm street!" Mike chilled in. "Are you two even old enough to see that?" steve asked. Soon enough everyone started arguing over the movie.

You smiled at hopper and he offered you the same one knowing what would happen no matter what they picked.

"Ok Ok put the werewolf one on! Mike where are the snacks!" Hopper said quickly shutting every one up. Mike handed him the bag full of candy and snack before passing them out.

You curled up onto the couch next to Steve as the movie began