#geekazoid

[harianaswhore]

⟡ ₒₛcₐᵣ ₚᵢₐₛₜᵣᵢ ⟡

NONE OF THESE ARE WRITTEN BY ME

ᵐʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᶜˢ ᶠ¹ ʳᵉᶜˢ

— ᶠᴸᵁᶠᶠ ⟡

freckles - @lvndosnorris

love you till the day that i die - @miusvault

y/n and the piastri sisters, the piastri sisters and y/n - @norrizzandpia

all his - @uglyducklingofthe2000s

between us (^)

invisible string theory (^)

wifey privileges (^)

what it feels like - @adrienneleclerc

nap time - @fallingforyouforeverr

obsessed with you - @fastandcarlos

his mom calls me love - @pastryfication

but that's just when you happened (^)

gymming - @no-144444

my girl (^)

new meetings (^)

the oscars (^)

knowing me, knowing you (^)

little donut - @p1astr81

hot girls study hard - @iamred-iamyellow

fever-ish - @purinfelix

ballet, betrayal, and a hose (this was so funny) - @oscinhaslandito

dating oscar piastri - @missydior

pretty in pink (^)

geekazoid - @mrspiastri

15 years of making - @lvrclerc

i don't want you like a best friend - @springintosummerxx

downbad for you (^)

was never a question - @81pastrys

facetime - @clara-a7

your place on the podium - @itsnesss

crossed by speed (^)

the softest thing - @f1girliefics

5 senses - @dreamauri

language of love - @camille-aurelie-deveraux

the history of love - @willowsnook

winners of all hearts - @norristrii

in the details - @norrisradio

— ᴬᴺᴳˢᵀ⟡

we're family, me and you (tw: verbally abusive family, fatshaming) - @thepitlanepress

break down (tw: ausgp mention) (^)

i fucked up - @revolutionsingingintherainnn

you're my ideal type - @cherryxbooo

pain, more pain (tw: appendicities, pain, etc.) - @pastryfication

what are we running from - @its-avalon-08

make you fall in love - @maxivstappen

family fights - @no-144444

— ˢᴹᵁᵀ⟡

my valentine - @thatsdemko

call me your fool - @userlando

shaking for you - @pierregazly

mornings - @p1astr81

friction - @xoln04f1xo

moving in and messing around (suggestive) - @dying-inside-but-its-classy

girl, you really got a hold on me - @dannyriccsystem

— ˢᴼᶜᴵᴬᴸ ᴹᴱᴰᴵᴬ ⟡

rookie love - @astonmartinii

forever and a day (^)

copycat (^)

confidence - @maplesyrupsainz

barbie - @isimpoveryou

birds of a feather - @lovekt

GUTS - @harrysfolklore

matchmaker (^)

i see your face in every crowd (^)

but mama, i love him - @pierregazly

make it known - @everythingne

unbothered (^)

from the start - @evercmores

good luck charm - @mclqren

colonizing at its finest! (kohli!reader this is everything to me) - @lateatnewyork

first win - @leclercwriting

bed chem - @hazelsmirrorball

glimpse - @norrisainz33

surprise (^)

strawberry shortcake - @iamred-iamyellow

dancing in the courthouse (^)

rapunzel - @eloriis

pr nightmare - @triplefrontierbabe

spinning into love - @piastrixpole

secretly yours - @paddockletters

mine all mine - @landoughnut

never met - @eicsferrari

fresh out the slammer (^)

oscar's girl - @chrisevansonly

book quotes - @f1version

but i love him - @5sospenguinqueen

gorgeous - @piastappies

— ˢᴱᴿᴵᴱˢ ⟡

maiden wins & secret meet-ups home cooked meals & crashed dinner dates - @katsu28

heaven won't be the same - @81folklore

come back...be here if this was a movie back to december - @ttpdstri

melbourne anymore no place like melbourne - @landorris

first kisses first dinners vampire! - @no-144444

[mrspiastri]

✩ geekazoid 🤓

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

cw: fluff

wc: 2.2k words

an: based on this anon! so sorry i forgot about this but like hey!! better late than never :) also this is an apology for me being MIA, i have my boards rn so pleek bear with me :p

After a tiring day of assessments and pre season training, Oscar wanted nothing more than to collapse onto his bed and pass out. He let out a deep sigh as he dropped his bag by the door, kicking off his shoes without a second thought.

His entire body ached from the long day of assessments in the morning, hours of pre-season training under the blistering sun, and then endless meetings with engineers fine-tuning the car’s setup. He was drained. All he wanted was food, a hot shower, and to crawl into bed with her.

But as he stepped further into their apartment, the familiar warmth of home settled over him. The air was filled with the scent of something rich and comforting, sizzling in a pan. Their cat, Sylvia, lifted her head from the couch, giving him a slow blink before lazily curling back into herself.

And then, there she was; his girlfriend, standing in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove, dressed in one of his t-shirts that practically swallowed her whole.

Oscar smiled, exhaustion melting into something softer. This. This was exactly what he needed.

“Hey, love,” he murmured, stepping behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing his face into the crook of her neck. She hummed in acknowledgment, leaning into his touch.

“You’re home,” she said, stirring the pan. “I made dinner.”

“You’re the best,” he sighed, pressing a lazy kiss to her skin.

She chuckled. “I know.”

Oscar swayed with her for a moment before pulling away just enough to peek over her shoulder. “What’re you making?”

“Penne bolognese. Your favorite.”

🪻🪻🪻

By the time dinner was ready, Oscar had finally dragged himself to the couch, looking like a man who had been through war. His exhaustion was evident in the way he slumped forward, elbows on the coffee table, fork lazily twirling the pasta on his plate. But despite his drained state, the moment he took his first bite, a satisfied groan left his lips.

“You’re a godsend,” he mumbled through a mouthful of food.

His girlfriend chuckled, taking her own seat next to him. “I know.”

They ate in comfortable silence, the occasional clink of cutlery against plates the only sound in their cozy apartment. Sylvia, had perched herself on the armrest, lazily watching them eat as if contemplating whether or not she deserved a share.

Dinner had been warm, comforting, and exactly what Oscar needed after the exhausting day he’d had. Now, with their plates pushed aside and the dim glow of the kitchen lights making their apartment feel even cozier, he felt himself finally unwind.

She stood to clear the dishes, but before she could take more than a step, Oscar reached for her wrist, tugging her back toward him.

“Uh-uh,” he murmured, voice low with exhaustion. “Not so fast.”

She raised an eyebrow. “The dishes?”

“Can wait.” His grip was firm but gentle as he pulled her down into his lap, wrapping his arms around her securely. His t-shirt, which she’d stolen earlier, was way too big on her, making her feel even smaller against him. It made him want to hold her even closer.

She sighed dramatically, but he could feel her melt into him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re warm,” he murmured, pressing his face into the crook of her neck.

She ran a hand through his hair, threading her fingers through the slightly damp curls from his post-training shower. “Alright, clingy boy, tell me; how was your day?”

Oscar let out a deep groan, tightening his arms around her waist. “Long,” he mumbled against her skin. “Training was brutal, and the meetings after? Even worse. Do you know how many times I heard the words tyre degradation today? Like, I get it. The tyres degrade. It’s their whole thing.”

She giggled, massaging his scalp with her fingers. “Poor baby.”

“Mhm.” He sighed dramatically, pulling her even closer until she was practically tucked under his chin. His hands wandered lazily, tracing slow, mindless patterns over her thighs, her back, slipping under the hoodie to graze her bare waist. “But it’s okay. You made me dinner, and now I have my favorite little heater on my lap.”

She rolled her eyes, but her fingers continued stroking through his hair. “You’re impossible.”

“You love it.”

She let out a small hum, resting against him. “Mmm… maybe.”

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They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, his hands roaming idly as he basked in the feeling of her weight against him. And then, as if a switch flipped in his brain, Oscar suddenly perked up.

“Oh! That reminds me, did you see what happened to Australia today?”

She frowned slightly, caught off guard by the shift. “What?”

“The Champions Trophy match,” he said, as if it were obvious. His voice was suddenly way more animated than it had been all evening. “We lost to India.”

She smirked, already sensing where this was going. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.” He groaned, hands squeezing at her waist in frustration. “It was painful. Like, so painful. The batting order collapsed completely. Smith? Marsh? Labuschagne? Gone. Just gone. I swear, it was like watching a car crash in slow motion.”

Her giggle only encouraged him further. His fingers absentmindedly traced circles on her waist, his legs bouncing slightly under her as he continued his rant.

“And then the bowling,” he exhaled sharply, “Hazlewood and Starc tried, but India’s top order made them look like bloody amateurs. And Cummins—I love the guy, but his captaincy today? What was that? The field placements? The bowling changes? It was like we wanted to lose.”

She bit her lip, trying not to laugh as she leaned back slightly to look at him. “You are so upset over this.”

Oscar groaned dramatically, tipping his head back against the couch. “Of course I am. We’re Australia. We’re supposed to be good at this.”

“You sound like a dad yelling at the TV.”

“I feel like a dad yelling at the TV,” he admitted, running a hand down his face before bringing it back to rest on her thigh. “It’s just frustrating. We literally beat them in the World Cup, and now we get steamrolled?”

She ran her fingers through his hair again, her touch immediately soothing. “You need to relax, Osc.”

“I need Australia to get their act together,” he muttered, but his grip on her tightened as he nuzzled back into her shoulder. His lips brushed lazily over her skin, his fingers slipping under the shirt again to rest at her lower back.

She shivered slightly, but he was too busy sulking to notice.

His fingers kept tracing slow, absentminded circles on her back, completely lost in his post-match frustrations.

“I just don’t get it,” he muttered, shaking his head. “We literally won the World Cup. How do we go from that to this? It’s like they forgot how to handle pressure. And Marsh—he was way too passive today. We should’ve attacked early, built pressure, not just—”

“Oscar,” she cut in, placing a hand on his cheek and turning his face toward hers. “You are so cute when you get all worked up about cricket.”

His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You’re saying that just to shut me up.”

She grinned. “Is it working?”

He huffed, his lips twitching like he was trying very hard not to smile. “No.”

She let out an exaggerated sigh, running her fingers through his curls in a way she knew he loved. “Even Sylvia thinks you’re being dramatic.”

At the sound of her name, their cat, perched lazily on the couch, let out a slow blink before curling into herself.

Oscar scoffed. “Sylvia is a cat. She doesn’t care about cricket.”

Y/N smirked. “Exactly. And neither do I.”

Oscar gasped, hand flying to his chest in mock betrayal. “That hurts.”

She laughed, pinching his cheek. “You’ll survive.”

He grumbled under his breath but tightened his arms around her, pulling her even closer. His lips brushed against her shoulder, and his fingers slipped beneath the hem of the hoodie she’d stolen from him, resting against her warm skin.

“I could just keep talking,” he mused, voice low against her skin. “Trap you in my lap and force you to listen to my cricket analysis forever.”

She gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He grinned, pressing a teasing kiss just below her jaw. “Try me, sweetheart.”

She groaned, playfully tugging at his curls. “I regret telling you I like that nickname.”

“Too late,” he said smugly. “I love it. And I love you.”

She rolled her eyes but melted further into him.

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Oscar sighed dramatically, shifting beneath her as he nuzzled further into the crook of her neck. His arms, already snug around her waist, tightened just a little more, as if trying to mold her against him completely.

His hands wandered idly, fingers tracing along the curve of her hips, slipping beneath the hoodie she had stolen from him. The warmth of his palm against her bare skin sent a pleasant shiver up her spine, but she stubbornly ignored it.

He, of course, noticed.

“Cold?” he murmured, lips brushing against her skin with every word.

“No,” she muttered, shifting slightly in his lap.

Oscar smirked against her shoulder, his fingers resuming their slow, lazy path along her waist, brushing feather-light touches that sent another shiver coursing through her.

“Really?” he hummed, his voice laced with amusement. “Because you just—” His fingers ghosted up her spine, making her arch slightly into him. “—did that.”

She huffed, playfully flicking his forehead. “Shut up.”

Oscar chuckled, leaning back slightly to look at her properly. His eyes were bright despite the tiredness lingering in them, and the smug little smirk tugging at his lips was pure trouble.

“You love this,” he teased, hands settling on her thighs now, thumbs stroking absentminded circles against her skin. “Admit it.”

She rolled her eyes. “I tolerate it.”

He gasped dramatically, as if she had just shattered his entire world. “Tolerate? Tolerate?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “I give you so much affection, and you tolerate me?”

She barely had time to react before he suddenly flipped them both, knocking her onto the couch and caging her beneath him. She let out a squeal of protest, but Oscar only grinned, propping himself up on his elbows so he wouldn’t crush her.

“Take it back,” he demanded, eyes twinkling with mischief.

She crossed her arms stubbornly. “Make me.”

His grin widened. “Gladly.”

Without warning, he buried his face in her neck, lips ghosting along her skin, hands now sneaking under the hoodie again. His fingers danced over her sides, trailing warmth wherever they touched, and she immediately squirmed.

“Oscar!” she shrieked, trying to wiggle away.

“You brought this upon yourself, sweetheart,” he muttered against her shoulder, his hands shamelessly tracing along her waist, her stomach, her ribs. “Now suffer.”

She let out a mix of giggles and groans, hands pushing weakly at his chest. “I hate you.”

“Liar,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss just below her ear.

She swallowed, feeling her heartbeat stutter at the sensation. His lips, slow and deliberate, left a burning trail along her jawline, up to her cheek, before finally reaching the tip of her nose.

She scrunched her face. “That was disgustingly sweet.”

Oscar only smirked. “So? Did it work?”

She tried to glare at him, but the warmth in his gaze made it impossible. “…Maybe.”

He grinned triumphantly, his hands shifting once more, running along the sides of her legs before settling comfortably against her thighs. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, soft and teasing. “I knew it.”

She let out a huff but didn’t pull away, letting her fingers card through his curls instead. He sighed happily, nuzzling into her touch like a content cat.

Speaking of cats—

Sylvia, who had been watching the entire scene unfold from her perch on the couch, chose that exact moment to let out a loud mrrp, her tail flicking in what could only be described as judgment.

Oscar groaned, finally lifting his head to glance at their feline companion. “Are you serious?”

Sylvia blinked. Slowly. Unimpressed.

Y/N burst out laughing, reaching out to scratch the cat behind her ears. “She thinks you’re being annoying.”

Oscar gasped, turning his dramatic expression toward the cat. “You too?”

Sylvia flicked her tail again and turned away, clearly done with his nonsense.

He flopped onto Y/N with an exaggerated groan. “Even my own cat is against me. Unbelievable.”

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, fingers playing with the short hair strands on his nape. “Maybe you’re just a hopeless little nerd.”

Oscar hummed, his lips grazing the corner of her mouth. “Yeah… but I’m your hopeless little nerd.”

She sighed, rolling her eyes fondly. “Unfortunately.”

He pulled back just enough to give her a look. “Say that again.”

She smirked. “Unfortunately.”

Oscar narrowed his eyes, hands tightening at her waist. “Okay, that’s it.”

Before she could react, he scooped her up in one fluid motion, throwing her over his shoulder effortlessly.

“Oscar!” she shrieked, flailing in protest.

He ignored her, striding toward their bedroom with a wicked grin. “You brought this upon yourself, Y/N. Now, you must suffer through the worst rant of your life.”

She groaned against his back, already resigning herself to her fate. “You are so annoying.”

“You love it,” he singsonged.

She sighed dramatically, but her fingers clung onto him just a little tighter.

Yeah. She really did.

so sorry for the lack of posting, also i’ll update “jab we met” after the 20th of march which is when my exams end!! sorry for the delay but i really don’t want to scrape on the quality :D

[gftimelord]

*The doctor let out a quiet laugh, the sound slipping out before he could think to hold it back. The prior tension in his posture melted as he allowed himself to be drawn into the rambling, ridiculous tale. Each bizarre detail seemed to tug a bit more of his apprehension away, like a gentle unraveling of his tightly wound mind. He’d encountered plenty of eccentricities in his time, but this wild story? It had him leaning in, curiosity sparkling in his eyes as he felt that familiar, unquenchable itch to know more.*

*Ford chuckled softly, eyebrows lifting as if in disbelief.*

“Well...”

*He started, his tone filled with both awe and a touch of humor. After all, when you've stumbled into a dimension chuck full of pastries— hearing about two that ended up the size of houses didn't sound all that outlandish.*

“I can’t say I haven’t seen pastries that size before…”

*He raised an eyebrow, looking almost comically intrigued; his head tilted on instinct as if to accentuate his point. Albeit in a somewhat unintentionally cute manner.*

“But still— Baba Yaga? And what was it you mentioned…pixies as well?”

*A small grin flickered at the edges of his lips as he leaned closer, entirely taken by the vivid imagery. The usual hard lines of his face softened, replaced by the warm glow of a man genuinely lost in his fascination. It was rare to get lost in something like this, to indulge in a curiosity that felt so delightfully harmless. And for all his caution, he found himself delighting in this Bill’s chaotic enthusiasm, which somehow reignited the zeal from his younger days where he constantly sought out the strange and traversed the unexplored.*

*Ford’s eyes sparkled as he continued to talk, voice carrying an almost conspiratorial curiosity.*

“I have to ask—”

*He said, barely able to contain his grin, much like a kid in a candy store no doubt.*

“How exactly did you end up crossing paths with the Baba Yaga in the first place?”

*His smile grew wider, eyes narrowing in an almost playful disbelief.*

“Doesn’t she also have a bit of a reputation for, ah… eating people?”

*A laugh slipped through his words, soft and warm. He reached for his journal, fingers brushing against the well-worn cover as an almost childlike excitement washed over him. It had been so long since he’d felt that thrill of discovery unburdened by fear or consequence. He held up the journal, his cheeks tinged with a faint hint of color as he met the witch's gaze with a mixture of hope and curiosity.*

“Oh!”

*He exclaimed, holding up his journal with an eager grin. The cover was now blue, the symbol on the cover also something different. Not only was the six-fingered hand embossed on it, but so was a silver oyster engraved into the palm of the hand. Entirely reminiscent of the symbol that his twin Stanley sports on the fez he always used to wear. Now, the symbol rested on a pin Mabel had gifted to Lee attached to the man's red beanie.*

“Do you mind if I take some notes?”

*His fingers hovered over the open pages, as if poised to capture every word. In his other hand a deep blue fountain pen, on the side of the a stainless steel pen body was engraved his name in gold script and a glowing blue infinity symbol as well it seemed like. It wasn't just any old fountain pen, somehow the Doctor had managed to get his hands on an infinity model; one that never ran out of ink.*

*It was entirely overkill, but he wouldn't really be Ford if he didn't take anything the whole nine yards and then some more.*

“This is…well, it’s too fascinating to pass up. If it’s alright with you, of course.”

*He looked towards the triangle, a bit bashful but practically glowing with excitement. The opportunity to document such folklore firsthand— it felt like a long-lost dream come alive.*

“Can’t resist documenting tales like this in action.”

*Stanford added with a quiet chuckle, his eyes gleaming with that pure, unbridled joy. He could almost feel the weight of his usual worries drift to the background, at least for this one moment, letting him become nothing more than a curious researcher with a newfound access to a treasure trove of legends and fables unfolding before him.*

got anything weird you can show us?

"I always got something weird! :D"

[geekazoidfreak]

hi! im nine, nines, 9ine, rylan, idiot, geekazoid, whatever u want to call me. I'm not normal. Here's my strawpage!! Nsfw mentions there + accs linked are also less eye-friendly... I will also show some images of mods I created / got info for and some of my drawings because that's kinda what I do. I also yap a lot. Ok bye see below cut

[sunbeetle]

babysitting. watching ben 10 for the first time ever. "geekazoid" is a crazy 2000s insult. awesome

[dawnvy]

"So I showed him how much better the new controls worked and he was able to play so much better - He's so much better at the game."

"I'm glad you're finally making friends - I told you the AV Club would be a good way to meet other eager little geekazoids like you."

[stonxr-chick]

How much do you know about the Roman Empire?

@unnamed-freshmen-official

a fair bit, not in like a geekazoid way though coughheathercough

augustus was pretty rad and im not going to lie and say ive never read some marcus aurelius.

tiberius was just fucking whack i mean, come on man, a fish??

[darkmagiciang1rl]

4KIDS SETO KAIBA ASS INSULT STOPITIITITITITIT IM GIGLGLGINGNGNG YOU FUCKING GEEKAZOID

your a freakazoid. Lesbian frakai. Magic lesvain freak

excuse me.

[milkydraws8]

world's fastest geekazoid

[the-ghost-of-jetstream-tormod]

oh yeah?? do u think ur NOT a dweeb?

No, clearly not. Begone, geekazoid.

[mrspiastri]

⭒ you can request from my prompt list, or send in any of your own!

⭒ OP81

mehendi lagake rakhna 🪷 (desi reader)

filmy dialogues 🎞️ (desi reader)

geekazoid 🤓 (any reader)

bandaged and bruised 🩹 (any reader)

feels like P1 🏆 (desi reader)

jam biscuits 🍪 (any reader)

please, stay 💬 (any reader)

⭒ LN4

first and last 🦢 (any reader)

lights, camera, action! 📸 (any reader)

feed me, please? 🍛 (desi reader)

bundle of joy 🍼 (any reader) • pt. 2 babbles and first words 🍼

⭒ FC43

dilwale dulhania le jayenge 👰🏻‍���️ (desi reader)

⭒ LH44

desi munda 🪅 (desi reader)

more coming soon…!

[foursthemagicknumber]

i think that’s great

but it would be infinitely funnier if he’s just a geekazoid. This guy’s read every volume of nancy drew and watched every episode of lost he is the puzzle master

Billy’s Hex? 👀

[chinesebarbie]

Why was I barely alive in the 2000s I should’ve been a teenager

[ireignsupremeeee]

G E E K A Z O I D‼️🤪

[nerdasstheatrekid]

Add a pony tail at the back and boom geekazoid

Basically Milo is a inspiration of Hugo

[jimmyteenagefreak]

How you see him:

What the 11 year old me and the current one still sees :