always been you; oscar piastri
summary: in which the entire internet ships oscar and his childhood best friend, and they deny it, until they finally realise it's always been each other
pairing: oscar piastri x childhood best friend!reader
author's note: i love oscar piastri more than life itself like it's not even funny
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yourusername
📍silverstone race track
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yourusername p4 for my favourite person ever!! (plus i looked so good in the last photo)
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user1 she's so pretty wtf
user2 don't know whether i want to be her or be with her
user3 are her and oscar dating?? im new to f1
-user4 no they've just been friends for years and years
oscarpiastri no photo creds??
-yourusername only when u get on the podium
--oscarpiastri bet
oscarpiastri ❤️
-yourusername ❤️❤️
--oscarpiastri ❤️❤️❤️
---yourusername ❤️❤️❤️❤️
user5 oscar's a lucky boy
user6 he needs to wife her up soon or else the rest of us will steal her
-user7 they're just friends i dont know what u guys struggle to understand
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oscarpiastri
📍london, england
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oscarpiastri london with my girl x
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user8 my girl!!!!!
-user9 sleeping on the highway tonight
user10 they claim they're not dating but im sorry look at this post
yourusername formula 1 driver and still made me pay for lunch smh
-oscarpiastri stfu i offered to pay u INSISTED
--yourusername i dont seem to remember that
---oscarpiastri y/n stop it im gonna get cancelled
----yourusername fine i offered to pay dont cancel oscar
user11 theyre so cute
user12 i love how half the photos are london and half are y/n
-user13 bros so whipped its unbelievable
user14 im acc convinced theyre dating at this point
user15 y/n is the prettiest ever
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-user15 bros not being slick rn
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oscarpiastri replied to your story:
oscarpiastri
cmon
u cant post stuff like that on ur story
yourusername
why not
oscarpiastri
anyone can see something like that
i wanna be the only person seeing that
yourusername
its nothing oscar
besides we're just friends arent we
oscarpiastri
i panicked
y/n ive always loved u
u know that
yourusername
i confessed to u
oscar i told u how i felt
and u said nothing
oscarpiastri
obv i love u
and ur more than a friend to me
u know that
yourusername
i know
i know i know
i guess saying it out loud was diff to always knowing
oscarpiastri
i know
come to spa
please
yourusername
ive got school
oscarpiastri
i dont care
for me??
yourusername
ur paying for my flight
oscarpiastri
ofc
i need to see u
i need to tell u how i feel
in person
yourusername
ill see u belgium
love u oscar
oscarpiastri
love u y/n
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yourusername
📍spa, belgium
liked by logansargeant, oscarpiastri and 293817 others
yourusername p2!!! (the race never happened)
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user16 no bc shes so pretty
-user17 oscar's winning in life
user18 y/n denying the race ever happened
-user19 shes so like me fr
oscarpiastri ur my good luck charm
-yourusername stop being sappy in my comment section
user20 theyre def dating im sorry
-user21 oscar was here in like 20 seconds hes got notifs on fs
user22 shes so leng istg
logansargeant i wonder whos joggers they are huh?
-yourusername logan stfu
--logansargeant my lips are sealed
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yourusername
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yourusername guess who?
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user23 oscar right??
-user24 it has to be
oscarpiastri i wonder who??
-yourusername do u have any idea??
--oscarpiastri none at all
---yourusername hmm...
user25 na look at their comments they're def dating
user26 im sorry but they're both so hot
-user27 bi panic
--user28 mother and father
user29 just waiting for the announcement
-user30 any day now
logansargeant i know who
-yourusername good for u logan
--oscarpiastri can u tell me mate?
---logansargeant just sent u the dm
user31 idc if its oscar i just wanna know who managed to pull the y/n
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oscarpiastri
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liked by logansargeant, landonorris and 4102958 othersoscarpiastri my everything
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user32 i mean we all knew but its cute
yourusername loved u forever
-oscarpiastri love u forever
--yourusername will love u forever
user33 no theyre so cute
user34 wbk but thanks for the announcement oscar
logansargeant about time
-yourusername focus on getting urself a gf logan
--logansargeant ouch
user35 how aussie racer boy pulled HER i will never know
yourusername ur fans love me lol
-oscarpiastri dont know why
--yourusername oy
---oscarpiastri sorry love
user36 I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE
user37 banter in the comment section is my love language
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Steve runs track & Eddie thinks that's pretty fucking hot and cool.
It’s not that Eddie doesn’t understand the appeal of sports. He knows what it’s like to play a game and do everything you can to win. That feeling is no stranger to a seasoned player of DnD.
It’s just that the majority of the guys who play sports also happen to be the biggest douchebags around. After years of always being picked last and forcing himself into ill-fitting gym clothes, he’s just done with it all. Well, sort of.
Eddie has a crush.
It’s not even really a crush as much as it is a fascination with one Steve Harrington. Steve is just such a bitchy motherfucker. He’s got a mouth on him—both in the way he talks and also just his mouth like fuck—those full pink lips.
Steve Harrington likes sports. He’s good at them and he always has been. But he’s also a good “sportsman” or whatever. He’s kinda graceful. It drives Eddie up the goddamn wall. Steve graduated last year but he still uses the field to run. He was a big track star at Hawkins High so he just does what he wants.
Eddie’s in his senior year. Well, it’s been his senior year the last few years but who’s counting? He’s under the bleachers next to the field, smoking his second cigarette. He inhales slowly, feels the smoke hit the back of his throat. He should probably kick this shit before he fucks his lungs but he’s never been good at staying away from things that are bad for him.
Case in point: Steve fucking Harrington.
Steve is on the field getting ready to run and Eddie can see him from his hiding spot. Steve is stretching. He’s got on these tiny shorts and they make his ass look insane. Steve has these gorgeous hairy legs and from what Eddie’s seen—not in a weird way ok just glimpses in the locker room—he’s got hair all over his body. It adds a whole new meaning to Steve “The Hair” Harrington.
He also has freckles and moles scattered across his skin. Eddie wants to kiss each one of them. He wants to lick the sweat from Steve’s skin. He—should probably stop before he needs to rub one out.
He finishes his cigarette and then two more as he watches Steve for the next hour. Steve runs like he was made for it. Eddie is definitely packing a semi now and that’s just fucking splendid. He waits until Steve leaves the field before slinking out from under the bleachers like a cat. He needs water. He heads inside, pausing at the fountain outside the locker room.
He looks around before tying his hair up in a messy bun. He doesn’t usually wear his hair that way out of the house but he doesn’t want to get any of his hair wet. He drinks, the cool water soothing the residual burn in his throat. He has his eyes closed, so he nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears someone say, “Damn Munson, save some for the rest of us.”
His eyes fly open and he straightens up, wiping his mouth. It’s Steve. Of course it’s Steve.
Eddie makes a noise that sounds somewhere between a cough and a nervous laugh. Steve is looking at him with a small smile on his face. “Nice hair.” Eddie nearly dies right then and there.
He can feel the blush in his cheeks as he reaches to take his hair out of the bun—but Steve rushes out, “No no I’m uh, I’m serious. It’s nice. I’ve never seen it like that before.”
Now Steve is the one blushing. Eddie stops fiddling with the hair tie and lets his arms fall at his sides again. Steve has moved closer in his urgency to get Eddie to leave his hair alone. God, he’s so fucking cute. He’s still sweaty from all the running and his hair is all messed up. Eddie wishes he was the one responsible for making a mess of Steve Harrington. What a pretty mess.
He realizes he’s been just staring at Steve without speaking so he just starts babbling, “I saw you running out there. You’re like, really good at that man. I mean I guess you’re kinda good at all sports aren’t you? I hate to admit it, like it pains me Harrington but it’s actually pretty badass. I’m lucky if I win a game of tag, you know. But you, you’re like a gazelle.”
YOU’RE LIKE A GAZELLE?! Jesus fuck. Of all the things to say.
But Steve is just smiling at him like it’s the best thing he’s heard all day. He laughs, a beautiful sound. “Wow, now that is some high praise coming from you.”
Eddie furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “From me?”
Steve nods and continues, “Yeah, you and your club were always the real badasses around here. Sometimes I wish I could just not give a fuck. Just do what you do.”
Eddie scoffs at that, rubbing a hand over his face.
“We only act like we don’t give a fuck because it’s better than walking around afraid. Better a freak than a washed-up jock like you and your friends.”
Eddie hears himself as he says those words and wants to smack himself. Hard.
They were having a nice conversation and now he’s just being a dick. To make matters worse, Steve is standing there, the smile gone from his face. He looks like a kicked puppy. He speaks in a quiet voice, “Shit, yeah man I’m sorry. I know we were shitbags to you guys. I’m really trying not to be like that anymore. I’m always gonna carry that with me, but I know I can be better. I wouldn’t blame you if you hated my guts.”
Eddie doesn’t know why he does it, but he steps even closer to Steve. He makes eye contact which is usually hard for him, and says steadily, “Listen, Steve. I don’t hate you. I just don’t get you sometimes. You used to hang out with that bogus asshole Tommy H and yeah—you were kind of a dingus but you were never the same as him. You’re—you’re—” he falters, afraid of what he might say.
Steve has a strange expression on his face. He just meets Eddie’s gaze and whispers, “Tell me what I am. Please, I want to know. What am I to you, Eddie?”
It’s the first time Steve has ever said his first name. It’s like the energy around them has shifted. He’s practically nose to nose with Steve and he’s so fucking turned on. He knows without fully understanding why, that Steve is too. Steve is kind of swaying closer to him, and it’s like a dream. Surely he’s going to wake up any second. He always wakes up before he gets to kiss the boy in his dreams. But Eddie has a question to answer. He leans forward ever so slightly until their noses are touching.
He hears Steve’s breath hitch. Steve makes him feel brave so he murmurs, “I think you’re amazing Steve. Always have. I liked King Steve and I like you now. I—”
The invisible force between them snaps, and Steve closes the remaining distance.
Steve’s lips are soft and insistent, and he’s holding Eddie’s face and Eddie sighs, letting his mouth fall open. Steve licks carefully into his mouth with clearly practiced skill. Eddie has kissed a few people before but never like this.
Steve’s hands leave his face and then—oh fuck— he’s lifting Eddie up off the ground. Steve’s hands grip his thighs and Eddie wraps his legs around him. He presses Eddie up against the wall, never breaking the kiss. Eddie threads his hands through Steve’s wild hair and pulls him even closer. The kiss is wet and a bit more frantic now but Eddie doesn’t care. It’s the best kiss he’s ever had. They’re both incredibly hard and Eddie can feel it as they move together.
Steve’s hands are on his ass now, pulling Eddie closer as he rocks his hips up against him. They break the kiss, panting hard and Eddie rests his forehead against Steve’s. Eddie can’t help the little “ah-ah-ahs” that escape him with each thrust.
Eddie is gonna cum in his pants. They both are.
Before he can overthink it, Steve’s mouth is back on his.
He feels the heat pool in his stomach and whines out, “Oh fuck, Stevie I’m gonna—” his orgasm hitting in waves. He feels Steve shake apart, his hips stuttering and his fingers digging into Eddie’s ass.
Hard enough to bruise. Eddie hopes it does.
Steve slowly sets Eddie down and they cling to each other. Eddie is wrapped up in Steve’s arms, his head tucked into the crook of Steve’s neck. Steve strokes his hair and he’s whispering, “You did so good, Ed. So good. Fucking perfect.”
It’s strangely poetic, Eddie thinks deliriously. It’s the start and end of something. The breaking and the binding. The two of them. Steve and Eddie. The king and the freak—holding each other in the hallway of Hawkins High.
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