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crappymixtape · 3 months

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because of you • part one

PART TWO • PART THREE • PART FOUR // REQUEST -> @sattlersquarry ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+ | ( 2.1k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )

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“Why is she even here?”

“Steve!”

A loud smack cut the air in two as Robin slapped a hand against Steve’s shoulder, rendering the rest of group there in Max’s trailer silent.

Your arms were crossed tightly over your chest, cheeks burning under his gaze, lips twisted into a scowl and trying hard to hold back the daggers you wanted so badly to throw at him.

“She doesn’t know what the hell we’re up against! How’s she supposed to–“

“Steve, none of us knew either, cut her a break.”

“Cut her a break and then what? We all get eaten by a fucking melted people monster?”

“That’s not fair–“

“It’s fine! It’s fine, Nancy,” you cut the girl off, standing quickly from your spot on the couch.

They’d been talking like this since you showed up. Like you weren’t right there in the room with them and honestly you kind of wished you weren’t anymore.

“I need some air,” you grumbled before giving Steve a pointed glare and shouldering open the front door.

The air outside was crisp as you sat down on the front stoop. Not a cloud in the sky and sunlight washing everything in soft golden light, but it all still felt so dark. Like it was harboring thick shadows. Long, spindly, and pitch black. Waiting to wrap their twisted fingers around you.

Waiting to dig into you and squeeze tight.

Waiting to lift you twenty feet into the air and snap your bones like twigs.

Waiting to leave you for dead.

And here was Steve fucking Harrington asking what right you had to be there. Asking what purpose were you gonna serve amongst this “holier than thou” joke of an army. Steve, Robin, Nancy and Eddie had already gotten their asses handed to them by what they’d called demobats, Steve arguably needing serious medical attention, and they wanted to go back? It took everything you had to not leave right there on the spot.

Hell, maybe you should, you thought for a minute. You didn’t owe them anything, especially Steve, but you did owe it to your best friend. The one who basically had a hit out on him. The one who wouldn’t hurt a goddamn fly, but all of Hawkins had already decided he was guilty and you weren't about to leave him.

Eddie.

❝ SO SAVE YOUR BREATH, GIVE A LITTLE OF WHAT YOU HAVE LEFT – DO THEY KNOW SOMETHING I DON’T? ❞

You met him two years ago under the bleachers at the Homecoming football game. It seemed like the perfect place to smoke the joint you’d messily rolled in the car right before you’d come into the stadium and apparently you’d been right, but someone else had already laid claim to it...

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but this is kind of my spot.”

He’d been all black leather and denim. Dark curls and clove. Silver rings and chains and heavy boots and maybe you should’ve been more intimidated, but the smile lines at the corners of his mouth gave him away.

“Don’t see a sign anywhere,” you’d shot back, no hesitation. Looked over at him all skeptics and attitude and took a long drag from your joint. Blew the smoke off in his direction and it made him grin like an idiot.

“Been sellin’ weed down here for like…the last three years so–actually, yeah. What the fuck, man. Someone owes me a sign.”

...And that was it, you were a goner. Laughing mid-toke and coughing so hard you cried and it made him feel so bad he gave you a baggy for free. Eddie "the freak" Munson and you – best friends.

Skipped all the stupid dances and football games with you. Paraded around the lunch room like an idiot with you. Threw fries back at the jocks for you when they called you a loser and sat on the floor in the bathroom with you when you cried.

So fuck “King Steve” Harrington.

You had every right to be there, probably even more than he did and you were gonna tell him to his face, but—

“Can I sit?”

The sudden sound of someone else made you jump.

“Jesus, Eddie.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled and sat down next to you. Gave you a sidelong glance and a small lopsided smile. “He’s really not so bad–”

“You’re joking. Right? Tell me you’re joking.”

The boy hummed, dropped his gaze down to the rings wrapped around his fingers and twisted the one on his thumb.

“He doesn’t want me here. None of them do,” you grumbled, frustration fed further by his non-answer and it pulled his eyes back up to you.

“Hey now, that’s not true–”

“Yes it is! Even Nancy looks at me like a kicked puppy.”

That pulled a laugh from him. Made him scoot closer to you and bump his shoulder into yours. “Listen, sweetheart,” the nickname made you soften, but you tried to keep your scowl in place, “We’re all in over our fuckin’ heads, hm? And Stevie boy…he’s seen some shit. He’s just trying to–”

“Just trying to what? Be a complete dickhead about it? Mission accomplished.”

Eddie sighed and roughed a hand over his face. Rested his elbows on his knees and laced his fingers together. He knew what you felt because he’d felt it too. Knew what it was like to get laughed at and mocked in the lunch room. Knew how it was supposed to be between him and the other boy. Hell, he nearly cut Harrington’s face off with a broken bottle a few days ago, but one thing was clear.

Change was possible and Steve Harrington was proof, he just wasn’t great at showing it.

“Alright. He could be less of a dick,” he conceded, propping his chin in his hand and looking at you with his big brown eyes. How could you be mad at that?

You mumbled under your breath about that not being the only thing, but fine, okay, only for you, Eds.

Reaching over he flicked at your fingers and looked at you from under his curls with a stern pinch between his brows. “He’s helping me, sweetheart. They all are. Shit, without them I’d probably be in jail already. Or in Carver’s trunk,” he tried a laugh, but it fell short at the end with the weight of his words and it made you grab at his hand and squeeze it.

“Shut up,” you chided softly, no heat behind it. The anger that had been swelling in your chest all but extinguished.

Silence settled between the two of you then, heavy and tinged at the edges with worry. With everything that was at risk and it started to gnaw at the pit of your stomach. What if you couldn’t fix it? And even if you could, this Vecna asshole was about to end the world anyway so what the hell did it matter?

How were a bunch of kids going to do anything about it?

“Ahem,” the door knocked into your back and jolted you back to earth. Pulled a gasp from you and when you looked up over your shoulder you felt your anger return ten fold. “We’re leaving, geniuses,” Steve announced, pushing at you with the door.

“Least you know you’re an idiot,” you mumbled under your breath, standing up from your spot to glare at him at eye level.

“Real cute,” Steve shouldered past you on the stoop, took the last two steps in one go and turned to face you both as he landed on the grass. “For you, Munson,” he said, throwing a mask at Eddie, “Courtesy of Mayfield.”

“What’s that for?” you couldn’t help asking as Max appeared at your side and pointed so casually – too casually – at the mask.

“Gonna steal a Winnebago. Get that on, dingus. Let’s go.”

“Nice,” Eddie grinned up at the red-headed girl and yanked the mask on over his head, “Thanks, Red.”

“Let’s go,” Steve urged, waving his hands at everyone to get out of the house and you felt your heart racing.

“Steal a Winnebago? Eddie. Fuck that–”

“Honey, I’m already a wanted man–” Eddie cut you off and readjusted the ridiculous looking mask a bit. “–c’mon,” he said, tugging at your belt loop to get with it.

“I–that doesn’t mean you can just steal–”

“We’re way past that,” Dustin chimed in, shoving past you just like everyone else, “Besides, if the world’s gonna end anyway, what’s it matter?”

Shit. The kid had a point. It was probably fine. It was just a trailer. Maybe you could give it back afterward? You needed it more than they did. Right?

“Dammit,” you grumbled under your breath, now the only one still standing around. “Wait for me!”

❝ THEY TELL ME I’M HELL-BENT ON REVENGE, I CUT MY TEETH ON WEAKER MEN, I WON’T APOLOGIZE AGAIN ❞

The first time you ran into Steve Harrington was sophomore year. In the hallway before Click’s class. You were cramming everything into your bag, but struggling with your history book when you heard it coming.

Tommy Hagan’s stupid laugh.

Your stomach sank, eyes glued on your things and trying to ignore it. He was in your science class the year before along with his ditzy girlfriend Carol and they always made sure to get a spot in the back just to make out.

“Need some help?”

When you finally looked up at him he’d stopped right in front of you, the grin on his lips sharklike as Carol smirked out from under his arm. Another boy you didn’t know was standing just behind them wearing a stupid member’s only jacket, half unzipped, and had hair that sat perfectly in place. Too perfect.

“That looks heavy, hm?” Tommy said grabbing your book, voice all saccharine sweet and sharp around the edges. Flipping through the pages he pulled a face, clicked his tongue and weighed it in his hand, then made a show of dumping it on the floor. “Whoops. Sorry!” he half-laughed and your cheeks burned.

“Bite me, Hagan,” you snapped back, bending down to grab your book, and it only made his grin grow wider.

“Ooo. She’s fiesty today, Stevie. I like it.”

And then he chimed in. Stevie. The had-to-be-douchebag that everyone called 'King Steve.'

“Probably on her period,” he said scoffing a laugh, all confidence and bravado and the look on his face was so smug. Thought he was so clever and funny and when you finally turned around it was to take the two steps up to him in one.

“Really? My period? So original.”

It made him swallow hard. Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he blinked back the flicker of surprise glinting in his eyes. He took a quick glance at Tommy like he didn’t want to disappoint him and then hardened his expression. Crowded down over you and nodded.

“Explains you being such a bitch.”

And it took the air from your lungs. Stuck in your sides sharp like a knife and you felt your throat tighten as Tommy and Carol snickered, but you wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction. Not here.

“Yeah. Bet you wish you had an excuse for being such an asshole,” you cut at him and it pulled an Oh shit! out of Tommy as he doubled over laughing, Steve’s mouth dropped open in shock.

Your feet couldn’t carry you away fast enough as you shoved your book in your bag and turned to leave, but you refused to run. Refused to let them see weakness, and as Tommy yelled down the hallway after you about tampons you raised a middle finger high in the air to punctuate just how much you hated them all.

Eddie met you in the bathroom after that, the one nobody used on the other side of school, and you told him everything. He let you have the joint he had tucked behind his ear for emergencies, listened to you and told you they weren’t worth it. Especially not Steve. Because even though Tommy started it, Steve was the one who dug in. Could have left it alone but didn’t and that was what really got you.

How obvious it was he knew how shitty they were being, but went along with it anyway because he had to maintain his status. Had to uphold how ‘cool’ he was and keep the line in the sand drawn between him and ‘the freaks’ like you.

So he wouldn’t get a second chance.

And he wasn’t worth your time.

Not then and sure as hell not now.

[ NOTE: THIS IS PART ONE OF A THREE PART SERIES, PART TWO AND THREE TO COME SOON ]

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obwjam · 11 months

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Omg... Ted Lasso fic? 👀👀👀 Roy or Jamie or Ted finding a scared tiny in the stadium... kiss

god damn it i really went fucking wild with this LOL but let's be honest, this was a long time coming. enjoy jamie and roy being soft for a tiny! 🥰

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You didn’t think anyone was up this early.

You knew how this worked. The players started filing in around 8 a.m. or so. The coaches wouldn’t be far behind. Around 9, they would all move out to the pitch to start training for the day. Usually, you started your initial scoping of the locker room before everyone got there, and you would take what you needed once they left.

Since when did Jamie start getting here at 6 a.m.?

You were kicking yourself for not even hearing him walk in. There you were, in his locker, going through his stuff and making notes of what would be useful to try and lug back to your little home later. Medical tape, shoelaces, hair products – he usually had it all. His locker was a gold mine.

Jamie was just looking for water, though. After running around London and doing Roy’s 4 a.m. training, he would arrive at the facility early to replenish and recharge before actually playing football. He was tired this morning, abnormally so. It had been a long month after learning total football on the fly, and all these early sessions were starting to get to him a bit.

He groggily sauntered into the weight room, feeling slightly guilty that he phoned in his last 20 or so minutes of running. He was fine, the team was playing fine, 20 minutes wasn’t going to do anything. He looked around everywhere for the water bottle he thought he had forgotten in here before realizing that he must have left it in his locker overnight.

That’s when he spotted you.

He blinked what had to be five times before concluding that no, this was real. Very real. There was a tiny person – not a mouse, not a bug, a person – crawling through his stuff. He wasn’t sure what to feel. Intrigued? Scared? Grossed out? Truthfully, it was a combination of all three.

The little thing didn’t seem to notice him standing there, which gave Jamie a few seconds to figure out what he was going to do. His first thought was to just walk away and come back later, but he had been looking forward to that room temperature water all morning. He then thought about just grabbing his water and leaving, but that would feel weird. He should probably just say something, right? But what? He didn’t want to scare them, though he was a little freaked out himself.

He bent down to get a closer look at this thing. It was uncanny – they looked just like a person, just… small. He couldn’t believe it.

“What the fuck…” Jamie whispered to himself. That’s when you finally noticed.

You whipped your head around and nearly vomited at the sight. This wasn’t just a giant, this was Jamie fucking Tartt. He was loud and reckless and honestly, you had no idea what he was about to do.

The two of you stared at each other, both mouths slightly agape, both unable to find words. You had to run, and run soon. You slowly turned your head up, eyes scanning some object too big to make out what it was.

My water bottle looks fucking huge next to them, Jamie thought.

“Um…” Jamie started, but nothing followed. He was just taking in the sight in front of him – your terrified expression, your clothes, the way you were slowly backing up. “Uh–”

Suddenly, Jamie heard the front doors burst open. Shit. Roy was here. He had to do something, and fast – the tiny had started to bolt away.

So he picked you up.

You yelled so loud that it made Jamie cringe. You kicked and flailed your legs as the ground beneath you raced away, and your ears were popping as you were lifted high into the air. Jamie began to stretch to his full height while pulling you up, and your brain felt like it was going to fall out of your head.

Jamie slowly lowered you into his open palm, and before you had a chance to protest, he curled his fingers over you, shrouding you in darkness. You were on your hands and knees, strands of sweat-stained hair dangling down as you tried to feign off your growing headache. When Jamie lurched forward and began walking, you nearly let loose.

“STOP! PLEASE!” you managed to yell, though you were certain he couldn’t hear you. Shit.

You were panicking, almost as much as Jamie was. What did he just do? Where was he going to go? Whatever happened, he could not let Roy see you.

It was not meant to be.

Roy felt instantly that something was wrong. He heard Jamie in the other room and was ready to walk in and yell at him for cutting his training short. He paused in surprise when he saw Jamie dart the opposite way toward the boot room, holding out his hand like he was trying not to let something spill.

Roy stuck his foot out as Jamie tried to shut the door behind him and tilted his head.

“Oi! What the fuck was that?”

Jamie spun around so fast you nearly flew off his hand. Somehow, he was able to move his open palm behind his back as he turned to face a scowling, yet curious, Roy.

“What the fuck was what?” Jamie retorted, trying to feign ignorance but failing miserably. His heartbeat was growing rapidly as he felt your tiny movements on his palm.

“That, whatever the fuck’s in your hand,” Roy said, pointing toward Jamie’s arm that was unceremoniously curled behind his back.

“Uh, there’s nothing in me hand… see?”

You yelped as Jamie switched his other hand back and dumped you into the opposite palm. He held his empty hand out to Roy, who was not amused.

“You just switched your hands,” he groaned.

“No I didn’t!”

“Yes you did! I just fucking saw it!” Roy said incredulously.

“Saw what?” Jamie smirked, hoping he could annoy Roy so much that he would stomp out of the room.

“If you don’t show me what’s in your fucking hand, you’re running fifty fucking laps today after training.”

Jamie bit his lip. Roy was not kidding about that. Part of him wanted to show Roy his discovery – maybe he would know what to do. But every time he remembered the look of sheer terror on your face, he wanted nothing more than to protect you from everything and everyone.

But he really didn’t want to run those laps.

“Please… please…” you whispered, desperately hoping he would just suck it up and keep you a secret. At this point, you would rather be trapped with Jamie than have to face two giants at once.

It was not your lucky day.

“Alright, look, mate, you have to promise not to freak out.”

Roy raised an eyebrow, entirely confused as to what Jamie could possibly be showing him. Nothing could have prepared him for a tiny, cowering human sitting in his palm.

You clung onto the folds of Jamie’s skin as he slowly moved his hand out from behind his back. The movement alone was enough to make you sick, but the sight of Roy Kent’s eyes blowing wide open and his mouth hanging slightly agape was infinitely worse.

“What the fuuuuu…” Roy couldn’t even finish his sentence. You were trembling as you felt two pairs of giant eyeballs on you, gawking at you like some kind of circus animal. You could barely remember to breathe as Roy leaned down to get a closer look.

A human. A tiny, living, breathing human, just sitting there. Roy didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to do. What could he do? Was he supposed to say something?

“I found ‘em in my locker,” Jamie mumbled, his eyes fixated on your shaking form. “They were just rummagin’ through me stuff.”

You were scared shitless of the sight in front of you, yet you couldn’t look away. Roy was staring right back, trying to make sense of everything, when he finally noticed how terrified you were. Your chest was expanding and retracting rapidly, and he swore he could see sweat — or tears? — glistening on your face. Your eyes were pleading with him, and he felt it.

Finally, Roy looked back up at Jamie. There was a pause.

“I don’t know what to do. They’re — they’re so scared, they tried to run but I just picked ‘em up and brought ‘em here ‘cause I panicked and didn’t know what else to do,” Jamie stammered. “I-I didn’t want anyone else to see ‘em.”

“Too fucking late for that,” Roy grumbled.

“You’re the one who followed me in ‘ere! I didn’t want to fuckin' show ‘em to you!”

You couldn’t take it anymore. They were talking about you like you weren’t right there. Once the first tear fell, the floodgates opened up.

“Shit,” Jamie muttered as soon as he felt something wet on his hand.

“Fuck,” Roy echoed. “What the fuck are we gonna do with ‘em?” There was a pit in his stomach. He was the last person on earth that was qualified to be handing someone as big as his thumb.

“I dunno,” Jamie said, sounding uncharacteristically defeated. “I mean… shouldn’t we ask ‘em what they want?”

You furiously wiped away your tears when you felt the heat of their gazes on you. They… actually cared about your opinion?

After taking some deep breaths and working up the courage to speak, you closed your eyes.

“Can you please put me down?”

The two footballers were taken aback that they could actually hear you speak, and even more so at your request.

“Oh, um, of course, yeah, yeah,” Jamie said awkwardly. He looked both ways behind him and settled on placing you in one of the boot cubbies at eye level with him and Roy. This was not ideal. Now you really couldn’t run.

“So what?" Roy said suddenly. "We’re just gonna stand here like a bunch of fucking pricks?” You looked at him in surprise. “No offense.”

Silence.

“What were you doing in his locker?” Roy continued, sounding mildly annoyed.

You stiffened up. This was the last guy you wanted to be talking to.

“I, uh. Was looking for food.”

“Food?” Jamie repeated.

All you could do was nod.

“So, what? Do you live here or some shit?” Roy asked.

You nodded. “Look, I’ll answer anything you want, I… can you please just promise to let me go when you’re done?”

Jamie and Roy exchanged a worried look. It didn’t really dawn on them until now how terrifying this must be for you. For all intents and purposes, they had just kidnapped you.

“I think we should just leave ‘em alone,” Roy finally said. “I don’t think they want anything to do with us.”

“Yeah,” Jamie agreed. You curled your hands into a fist to keep yourself from shaking too hard. You were going to have to go back in his hand again.

Wordlessly, Jamie placed his palm at the edge of the cubby and stared at you expectantly. You blinked away your tears furiously, knowing there was no other way down from here than the giant hand in front of you.

Unlike the first time he picked you up, Jamie felt his heart swell as you crawled into his palm, your eyes focused on the ground. He couldn’t help but feel like he had the most important task in the world, transporting you safely from one room to another. Making sure you were okay. Keeping you safe.

Roy cracked the door open and nodded when he confirmed that nobody else was in the building. You were surprised that this time, Jamie was keeping his hand steady as he briskly made his way back to his locker. He bent down and lowered his hand, and you jumped off before he could even put it all the way down.

Jamie jumped at the sudden movement, resting his now empty hand on his knee. You immediately started to run, but Jamie remembered something.

“Wait!”

You don’t know why, but you stopped and turned around. Right in front of you was a gigantic piece of food poking out of a wrapper.

“It’s a protein bar,” Jamie explained, reading your surprised expression perfectly. “If you need food. Should, uh, it should last you a while.”

You couldn’t help but sniff a laugh. Of course this would last you a while. It was going to go bad before you even finished half of it.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, convinced he couldn’t hear you anyway.

He did.

“Well, um. I have to go,” Jamie said, so awkward that you found it incredibly cute. “It was, erm, it was nice meeting you.”

You couldn’t do anything but wave goodbye – and gawk when Jamie stood up. As he jogged away, you found yourself feeling… sad? No. You shouldn’t feel sad. Couldn’t. But, god, he was just so… calming. Maybe this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see him.

Jamie met with Roy in the weight room, his mind focused on anything but football. Roy noticed instantly, but didn’t say anything. He watched in amusement as Jamie sauntered over to the squat rack, turning his head in every direction like he’d never seen the thing before.

Roy smirked. “You can’t get them off your mind, can you?”

“No. Nooo. Nope. No,” Jamie answered instantly. “No way.”

A beat.

“They were fuckin’ adorable, weren’t they?” Jamie said sheepishly. Roy just nodded.

“Guess you’ll have to give ‘em another protein bar sometime?” the elder footballer asked mockingly.

“Yeah,” Jamie said, staring off into the distance. A smile grew across his face. “I guess I will.”

#it took me like a week to write this #this is my first g/t fic in a looooong time #and i dont even really like it that much #there are like a billion different ways this could have gone but ugh i just love S3 soft jamie #i want to write so much ted lasso g/t so i hope this motivates me!#also started to write some ted but felt like it was getting away from me so you all get jamie and roy #ok that's enough tags #obwrites #g/t #giant/tiny

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