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Embedded Engineer Jobs in Leading MNC Company | Best Jobs 2023

Introduction Embedded Engineer Jobs: Bosch has Published a notification for the vacancy of Embedded Test Engineer The educational qualification required to apply for this  Bosch is B.E, B.Tech Engineers Interested and eligible candidates can apply for Embedded Engineer Jobs. There is enough time to apply for any job. Read the Bosch Company Jobs’s date, last date to use, and full details of…

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AHU Service Engineer

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B.Tech in Electronics Engineering: Courses, Careers & Future Scope Explained

In today’s hyper-connected world where technology evolves faster than we can keep up, one engineering discipline remains at the core of it all—Electronics Engineering. From smartphones and satellite systems to electric vehicles and smart cities, the fingerprints of electronics engineers are everywhere.

A B.Tech in Electronics Engineering is not just another undergraduate degree. It’s a gateway to a future shaped by innovation, automation, and global impact.

Whether you’re a student planning your engineering path, a parent looking for clarity, or a professional exploring career pivots, this comprehensive guide will walk you through the course structure, career scope, top recruiters, and global opportunities available with a B.Tech in Electronics Engineering.

What is B.Tech in Electronics Engineering?

B.Tech in Electronics Engineering is a four-year undergraduate program that focuses on the principles and applications of electronics, electromagnetism, circuit design, communication systems, embedded systems, and signal processing.

It merges theoretical knowledge with practical lab-based learning, preparing students for diverse industries such as telecommunications, defense, manufacturing, IT, healthcare, and research.

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Why Choose Electronics Engineering?

Ubiquity of Electronics: Everything from your TV to Tesla runs on electronics.

Diverse Career Options: Graduates can work in design, development, production, testing, or even sales and consultancy.

R&D Opportunities: With AI, robotics, and IoT booming, R&D roles are plentiful.

Government & Public Sector Jobs: A wide range of jobs await in ISRO, DRDO, BEL, and more.

International Relevance: The skills learned are transferable globally.

In short, it's a future-proof degree in a digitally driven world.

Eligibility Criteria

To enroll in a B.Tech in Electronics Engineering program in India, aspirants typically need:

Completion of Class 12 with Physics, Chemistry, and Mathematics (PCM)

A qualifying score in entrance exams such as:

JEE Main / Advanced

State-level entrance tests (MHT CET, KCET, WBJEE, etc.)

Private university exams (VITEEE, SRMJEEE, etc.)

Core Subjects You’ll Study

Here’s a snapshot of some foundational and advanced subjects included in the Electronics Engineering curriculum:

📘 First Year:

Engineering Mathematics

Engineering Physics/Chemistry

Basics of Electrical & Electronics Engineering

Programming in C/C++

Engineering Graphics

⚙️ Second Year:

Analog & Digital Electronics

Network Theory

Signals and Systems

Data Structures

Electronic Devices and Circuits

📡 Third Year:

Microprocessors and Microcontrollers

Control Systems

Communication Engineering

Embedded Systems

VLSI Design

🔧 Final Year:

Industrial Training / Internship

Major Project

Electives (like Robotics, IoT, AI in Electronics)

Laboratory work, mini-projects, seminars, and workshops play a huge role in enhancing real-world skills.

Top Colleges Offering B.Tech in Electronics Engineering (India)

IITs (Delhi, Bombay, Kharagpur, etc.)

NITs (Trichy, Surathkal, Warangal, etc.)

BITS Pilani

Delhi Technological University (DTU)

VIT Vellore

SRM Institute of Science and Technology

Each institution has its own admission procedure, faculty expertise, placement track record, and industry tie-ups.

Career Opportunities After B.Tech in Electronics Engineering

The career landscape for electronics engineers is vast and continues to evolve with technological advancements. Some key career paths include:

🖥️ Design & Development Engineer

Work with product teams to design consumer electronics, industrial machines, or automotive components.

📶 Communication Engineer

Join telecom giants like Airtel, Jio, or Vodafone to develop and maintain communication networks.

⚙️ Embedded Systems Engineer

Program microcontrollers and design embedded solutions for appliances, vehicles, and robots.

🛰️ Satellite & Aerospace Engineer

Work in space research, satellite design, and mission planning at ISRO or private space tech firms.

💻 Software Developer (Electronics-based)

Many electronics engineers transition into software development, especially in hardware-software integrated projects.

🏢 PSU/Government Jobs

Crack GATE or other exams to work with DRDO, ISRO, BHEL, ECIL, or Indian Railways.

🌍 International Jobs

With relevant certifications and experience, engineers can work in the US, Germany, Japan, and other tech-heavy nations.

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Higher Studies & Certifications

Electronics Engineering opens doors to prestigious postgraduate paths:

M.Tech / MS in Electronics & Communication / VLSI / Embedded Systems

MBA in Technology Management or Operations

Certifications in:

Embedded Systems (ARM, STM32)

IoT and AI (Coursera, edX)

MATLAB & Simulink

PCB Design and Circuit Simulation

Top Recruiters in Electronics Engineering

India’s growing electronics and semiconductor ecosystem has led to booming demand. Here are some top recruiters:

Intel

Texas Instruments

Qualcomm

Samsung R&D

TCS

Wipro

Infosys

ISRO

DRDO

L&T

BEL

Reliance Jio

Nokia

CISCO

Job roles vary from VLSI designers to testing engineers, field application engineers, and hardware developers.

Skills That Set You Apart

To thrive in the electronics field, complement your academic degree with the following:

Proficiency in programming (C/C++, Python, Verilog)

Knowledge of PCB designing tools like Eagle or Altium

Understanding of communication protocols (UART, SPI, I2C)

Problem-solving and logical thinking

Ability to read datasheets and design technical documentation

Future Scope & Emerging Trends

The landscape of electronics engineering is transforming rapidly. New-age domains gaining traction include:

Internet of Things (IoT)

Artificial Intelligence & Machine Learning in Hardware

Smart Grids & Renewable Energy Systems

Electric Vehicle Design

VLSI & Semiconductor Manufacturing

Autonomous Systems & Robotics

With India investing heavily in indigenous chip-making and global tech giants expanding operations, electronics engineers are in higher demand than ever before.

Conclusion: A Degree That Powers Innovation

A B.Tech in Electronics Engineering isn’t just about learning circuits and codes. It’s about being at the frontline of technological revolution—designing solutions that improve lives, create smarter cities, and push boundaries in space, healthcare, and industry.

If you're passionate about electronics, love solving problems, and dream of a career that combines creativity with cutting-edge tech, this is your calling.

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ribbons & rage | b.barnes

[warnings] dark!gray!congressman!bucky barnes x feral!hybrid!reader, daddy!bucky, power imbalance, possessive bucky, pet play elements, dollification, political manipulation, age regression tones (dd/lg dynamics), dom/sub dynamic, stockholm syndrome, forced domestication, DUBCON

summary: After a diplomatic mission turns into an extraction, Congressman James Buchanan Barnes brings home a prize no one knows about. She’s impulsive. Dirty. Disobedient. But under his eye, with enough ribbons, praise, and correction, he’ll turn the wild thing into something beautiful. Something his.

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Sam warned him not to get involved in Project LUPUS. He was only a year into his congressional term and he’d managed to fully rid the public of the image of the Winter Soldier. For the first time in the century he’d been alive, he was just James “Bucky” Barnes. Some of his colleagues had even begun to take him seriously. Despite this, Bucky knew Sam didn’t fully understand. He’d never fully understand the destruction that Hydra had caused to his mind. Bucky was the only one who could understand the minds behind the deep-state project. Modern American scientists influenced by Hydra’s science. 

Project LUPUS was Hydra’s legacy. The experimentations, the genetic manipulations, the violence. They hadn’t been erased. They were buried, waiting for someone to dig them up. It was his responsibility to make sure everything tied to it was destroyed. 

The classified file came across his desk because one of his colleagues recognized he would be the best person for the job. He was granted limited access under the purpose of an oversight audit and a bioethics violation review. 

According to the document, everyone involved had been terminated and all the experiment subjects had been exeterminated. His colleague believed otherwise. Bucky read the documents even closer during his private flight to Outpost-25 A, and undisclosed location in Alaskan territory. A snowstorm had grounded most flights but he’d been given “special clearance”.

The scientists, under the direction of a network embedded within the Department of Defense, were intending to create self-healing, biologically engineered hybrids with enhanced aggression, sharp senses, and fast reflexes. They’d be able to detect and eliminate threats, control public unrest, recover key asessets, and could even be deployed during warfare operations. 

They’d learned nothing from the past. 

The very last document in the pile of fifty pages peaked Bucky’s interest the most. It was a scanned intake form, faded, stained and partially redacted. This one had many notes written in the margins. A different tone than the documents describing the purpose of the project, the different subjects and how they’d been exterminated. 

Subject 109. LUPUS-F. Status: Unconfirmed termination. Last seen on Sublevel 3. 

Ah, the real reason he was here. You were nineteen at the time that the project had been terminated. Many of the notes were similar to the other subjects. Rapid healing. Strong territorial response. Pre-verbal communication. A few others, including you, had been listed as non-compliant. 

He stared at the paper longer than he should have, becoming unsettled as he read further. 

There were so many incident reports related to you. Reports on the use of deadly force. Gunshot wound to the abdomen. The accidental death of a Lt. Carney. Another accidental death of a Lt. Wynn. Destruction of two containment doors during transport. The standard dose of sedation being ineffective due to rapid metabolism.

Avoid eye contact. 

Will only accept food from [REDACTED] 

Your termination order was prior to the termination of the project. The justification included unmanageable behavorial volatility and emotional instability. It stated your body had been incinerated but there were no autopsy photos included. 

Double dose required for sedation. 

Rejection of mating partner 103-M. 

Rejection of mating partner 98-M.

Rejection of mating partner 115-M. 

Bucky searched for anything that gone right during your captivity and didn’t find anything. Bucky finally tore his eyes away when the plane dipped from turbulence. The storm was building. As the jet began its descent into a snow-covered valley, Bucky caught sight of the outpost. It was buried under permafrost in a decommissioned missile silo.

The pilot warned him not to stay long before he finally stepped off the transport. It was a thirty-foot walk through snow, reaching up to his mid-calf, to the entrance. The tall steel doors of the entrance had been sealed off. He used his clearance code, courtesy of his colleague on the oversight committe, and the steel doors groaned open. 

Lights flickered weakly above. He passed through long corridors and security checkpoints until he reached the main lab. It didn’t look abandoned. Only frozen in time. Notes were still scrawled across whiteboards, papers stacked on desks, and metal trays with half-used syringes. A shattered, glass, containment chamber sat nearby, clawmarks across the glass. 

But there were no bodies, or bones, or even any bullet casing. 

Carefully and methodically, Bucky cleared the first two floors of the outpost. He found each cage door open and and empty. When he finally reached Sublevel 3, he noticed something in the air had shifted. The air cooled even further and lights dimmed. That’s where he found the bones. Animal bones. 

He checked each cage for a sign of life. Though there was a pistol on his hip and a shotgun strapped to his back, he didn’t ever reach for them. He paused at cell 12-C and stepped inside. There was bedding, sheets created from lab coats, chair cushions and even shredded documents. Muddy foot prints. Small and barefoot. 

You weren’t in a cell. You were loose. Surviving. 

He stepped back into the hallway. And then he saw you. No chains. Just … standing at the end of the hall. Watching him. 

Despite the the lack of sunlight and coldness of your home, your skin was rich and radiant. Your curls, though some were matted, defied gravity. Your frame was slender, most likely from being trapped here with dwindling resources, but the curves of your body remained. Gunshot to the abdomen. He saw the scar above your hip bone. He also saw another one on your right thigh and an even larger one on your collarbone. 

It wasn’t just the scars or the angles of your body that made you unlike anything Bucky had ever seen. Unnaturaly wide pupils that he could see even in the dim light. Slightly pointed ears. You looked him over, scanned him, and Bucky noted the faint twitch of your nostrils – scenting him. Though you were physically much smaller than him, you did not cower. You were not prey. 

Your lips parted and Bucky could see your canines, just slightly too long. 

He remembered your file. 

Hybrid Type: Homo sapiens/Canis lupus (Genome Series III)

Ancestral Donor: [REDACTED] 

You were made this way. Selfishly, inappropriately, Bucky wondered how something made by evil minds could be so … beautiful. Something switched in his mind then. He couldn’t ensure the full termination of Project LUPUS. 

You were like him. A monster of another’s creation. He had to save you. Someone decided to give him a second chance, he could do that from you. 

Perhaps they had evolved. Maybe he was here to get rid of you like the others. He was armed. There was no reason to trust him. 

You didn’t speak. Just stared. Assessed. 

Until you did move. 

Part of you expected to easily pierce his skin. To be so much faster and stronger that the shear force of pushing your body against his would easily knock him down. You hadn’t met a worthy opponent yet. Until now. 

He caught you. 

He moved but barely. You let out a scream of anguish as his arms wrapped around your torso, pulling your body against his. You thrashed wildly, trying to pull your knees into his groin, before you decided to go for his throat. Bearing your teeth, you lunged for him, but the wind was almost knocked out of you when you suddenly found yourself slammed against the concrete wall. 

Now you were mad. Blindingly furious. 

What was he? He didn’t smell like a hybrid. He smelled chemical, metallic, and synthetic. His arm, across your chest, pinned you against the wall. You looked up at his face now, long dark hair shielding half his face. 

“You’re supposed to be dead,” His first words to you weren’t a threat. You knew that much although you couldn’t decipher the full meaning. He was surprised. Not scared of you. Not the least bit scared of his own safety. It made you even more furious, “You’ll hurt yourself if you don’t stop.”

Dead. Hurt. You knew those words. Those were bad words. But he almost seemed worried. He looked … conflicted. 

You couldn’t breathe, your chest was tightening under the pressure, and it felt like your bones might crack at any minute. Your eyes burned from the rage and frustration. No one had ever made you feel like this. You wanted his heart in your hands. You wanted his head off his shoulders. But you forced your body to still. Not in submission but to allow yourself time to think. 

A growling whine left your throat, the pain finally fully registering. His grip loosened and something changed in his face. He managed to keep you pinned but the pressure lessened, “I don’t want to hurt you,” He spoke and you hung onto every word. You needed to think. To try to understand him, “You won’t be able to hurt me. Not in the way you want to.” 

Your nostrils flared. You didn’t believe him. You also didn’t move. Clearly, you would have to take a different approach.

He talked like a human. Carried weapons like the humans. You weren’t sure why. It wasn’t like he needed them. You could take another bullet, you’d done it before. You wished that the food hadn’t started running out a few weeks ago. You would be stronger. But there was still fight left in you. 

He didn’t notice the switch flip in your mind. He was already pulling away, giving you space, but you quickly struck again. Dropped your weight, slammed your forehead against his jaw as hard as possible. Nails slashed against his throat when you successfully caught him off guard. You drew blood and smiled. 

“Fuck,” He growled, actually growled, and your smile grew bigger. 

So he bleeds. What was he? 

A metal arm wrapped around your throat before he shoved you to the ground. You scrambled and kicked as he got on top of you, straddling your torso. When he reached into his pocket, you thought he was reaching for his gun. 

“You don’t get it,”  He said. You screamed as best as you could. Your chest heaved, “I’m not your enemy.”

You didn’t see the syringe until it was already pressed against your arm. The sting was nothing. You’d felt much worse. You didn’t flinch. Despite the way his face softened, you showed him your rage. You pushed at him until you couldn’t feel anything anymore. 

Bucky didn’t realize he’d taken on too much responsibility until it was too late. 

“You’re safe here,” He’d say over and over, “This isn’t a cage.”

Now you were here in his Brooklyn home, barefoot, feral, and you were close to destroying every valuable item in his home. His first mistake was trying to make sure you didn’t feel caged. He realized quickly that he couldn’t be nice with you. The only things you responded to were pain and control. 

This would be a journey. A long one. It would be a slow, brutal fight to drag you out of whatever darkness they left you in.

And Bucky wasn’t sure yet who would survive it.

For the first two weeks, he kept a bit gag in your mouth to stop you from biting, and padded gloves on your hands, leather on the outside, soft inside, to keep you from scratching him. He had to sedate you everytime he deemed you needed a bath or your teeth brushed because you’d fight him until your body went limp from exhaustion. You completely refused any clothing, leaving Bucky to draw every curtain in the home. 

He hadn’t found a way to make a click. To help you understand. Until he’d prepared you a breakfast one morning and you’d thanked him by flipping the table. He lifted you by your waist and dragged you kicking and screaming to the living room. He bent you over the couch, vibranium arm pressed against your upper back, and spanked you until your growling turned to whimpers. 

He hadn’t seen you cry yet. Not until then. His heart panged, realizing he’d let his anger make him lose control. He hand’t wanted to hurt you. Not really. But the spanking had done more then bruise your ass. It embarassed you. Made you truly realize how much stronger he was. You were deadly but Bucky had an extra eighty years to perfect his craft. 

Bucky could tell in the way your posture softened. How you leaned into the fabric of the couch for comfort. You weren’t broken but you were beginning to understand. He was the one in control. He could keep you here no matter how much you fought it. 

You allowed him to lift you, to place you softly on the material of the expensive sofa. As he rounded the piece of furniture and sat close to you, he watched how you pulled your knees into your chest. And then quickly sat up and tucked your knees under yourself instead, bottom sore.  Hesitantly, he rested a hand on your thigh. You looked up at him, eyes sad and confused. 

“I know,” He said quietly, voice rough but steady, “But there are rules to follow. You were being a bad girl–”

You pointed to your chest and spoke to him for the first time, “B-ad girl.”

Bucky was taken aback by your tone of voice. Gritty from misuse but he heard so much softness underneath. A delicateness he had not expected. Bucky nodded after a long pause, “Yes, you were being a bad girl. But I know you can be a good girl.”

Your brows furrowed and Bucky saw the way that you momentarily grew frustrated before you pushed it away. For the first time, you pushed away your gut instinct to fight him. You pointed to him next, “Good girl?” You asked, confused. It didn’t sound right and Bucky could see your mind working.

Bucky grinned, “No, I’m Bucky.”

“Boy,” You corrected yourself, “Good boy?”

Bucky’s lips parted. He honestly hadn’t thought he’d get to this point with you so he hadn’t spent enough time considering how he would explain all of this you, “No,” He said after clearing his throat, “That one’s for you. You get to be the good girl.”

You tilted your head again, “You … Alpha?”

Bucky shook his head, “No, not exactly. I want to be your …” He thought carefully about his next words. He pointed to you, “You … good girl. Baby. Doll. Pet.”

He pointed to himself next, “Me …. I’m Daddy.”

“Hmm,” You made a noise as you looked him over. You reached out next, your fingers wandering curiously over the fabric of his white button up. You felt his chest, hard and thick before you gripped the metal wrist of his left arm, “Daddy arm … this … you?”

“Yes, it’s me. Still me,” Bucky spoke a little breathlessly, not realizing how much that word on your lips would make his heart race. You studied his face and then subsequently his heart rate. You placed a hand over his heart and felt the beating. It fascinated you. Your heart rate was so much slower, so much more controlled.

You made another noise and your hands wandered back to your own lap. It would be a strange sight to anyone looking in. You were completely naked and Bucky had, somewhat, grown used to looking at your figure. Sometimes his eyes lingered a little too long on the perks of your nipples or the plumpness of your bottom. And your legs were slightly parted, he could clearly see your slit. You didn’t mind it. It bothered you more when he wanted you to wear clothes. 

“No baby,” You interrupted his thoughts and Bucky realized his hand was traveling closer to the gap between your thighs. 

You were so soft. 

“What?” he asked, brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“No … not baby,” You pointed to yourself then and gestured to a lower height, palm facing downward, emphasizing how small an actual baby would be, “This baby.”

You wanted to be understood, “Not a real baby, no,” Bucky said, “But I want you to be my baby,” When you went quiet, he continued, “I want to take care of you. I will take care of you.”

You shook your head, “No need.”

“I know,” Bucky agreed, “You’re right. You’re strong. But I know you don’t want to be alone again. All by yourself. No family. No friends. No love. It’s bad for you.”

“Bad for me. No love,” You said after awhile, mimicking him. Trying to understand. 

Bucky nodded, “It’s good to have someone. Stay with me. I won’t hurt–”

“You hit,” You retorted, some of that fury returning. Your palm touched the skin of your bruised bottom, “See, you hit! No like. I … don’t like.”

You raised a hand and Bucky quickly caught it. His eyes grew sharper and he sent you a warning. 

“Hey, you’re not supposed to like it. I hit, yes. But it’s different than this,” Bucky emphasized the scars on your skin, the bullet wounds, the scars from where knives had sliced you open, “Sometimes it hurts more here.” He pointed to you heart. 

“I don’t like,” You said again, softer this time. 

Slowly, Bucky’s tight grip turned gently and he took your hand into his. One hand on your thigh, his metal hand on your soft one. 

“Then you won’t be a bad girl, okay? No fighting. No hurting Daddy. If you want something, you have to tell me. You can’t just throw a tantrum. There are rules to follow.”

You sighed, considering. Your lips parted again, uncertain. That was good enough for Bucky. 

Bucky leaned in, his voice gentle, “Do you know your name? I’m Bucky. You are …”

“109-F,” You answered easily and flashed him a look of boredom, like your name didn’t matter. 

“That was your name. We’ll think of something better, okay?”

Another week passed and Bucky found he had little use for the bit gag and leather gloves. The tantrums remained but Bucky noticed your intentions had changed. You didn’t get riled up and try to hurt him anymore. You pushed at him and knocked things over but mostly only when you wanted to communicate something and Bucky couldn’t understand you. 

As the spankings increased, the good behavior increased as well. He started new routines with you. 

Your room was currently only a twin bed and soft carpet despite the size of the room. It allowed for less things to be destroyed. You didn’t sleep in the bed anyways. Bucky started to notice that his couch cushions, blankets, old newspapers, and even clothes from his closet were starting to go missing. He found them later in the small closet connected to your room. 

A nest.

You had created a soft, safe space for yourself inside. At first, you bared your teeth at him when he tried to step inside. Instead, Bucky sat right by the entrance of the closet door. He brought you breakfast, a simple bowl of oatmeal. He’d take a spoonful into his mouth and exaggerate an, “Mmmm,” as he ate. Then he would hold the spoon out to you and wait for you to take it, “Your turn, baby.”

You refused the first few times. Then eventually you took the spoon in your hand and catapulted it at the wall. Not out of anger, mostly out of curiosity. And then you clumsily dipped the spoon inside the oatmeal, brought it to your nose, smearing some on your nose. “See, it’s not so bad. Try it.”

You looked at him like he was from another planet. 

Eventually, you took the spoon into your mouth and had a few bites, “Good girl, baby.” That’s how he knew you were warming to him. 

His work in Washington continued even as he continued to help you settle into a routine. There were still meetings and late-night calls. Stacks of policy briefs piled high on the living room table and his phone buzzed constantly. Soon, he would have to return but he hoped by then you would be more house broken. Easier to manage. Easier to leave on your own. 

You responded well to the corporal punishments. To make even bigger changes, Bucky tried to workout a system of rewards for you. It started with the stuffed animals. Soft and cute. He knew you’d never seen or held one before. He sat outside the closet, further than he usually did, one evening holding a stuffed, brown bear, “Look, he’s soft. Do you want to hold him?”

“ … hold him?” You made you way to the edge of door and reached for it.

Bucky pulled back, “You may hold him. You’ve been such a good girl, eating your food, and not throwing things. Come here,” He patted his lap. 

For a long moment, you mentally debated whether or not you would leave the closet. When you finally decided the risk was worth it, you hesitantly crawled forward, sitting your bare bottom on the worn fabric of his jeans. Bucky let you take the bear into your hands and he saw something your face soften immediately. You brushed your hands over the fur methodically, over and over. Bucky counted fifty brushes of your hand over it’s head. 

“You can hug him,” Bucky demonstrated for you, realizing then that you wouldn’t know what a hug was. He pressed the bear to your chest and then guided your arms around the plush toy, “See, sweet girl. Do you like him?”

“I like bear,” Your voice came out muffled as you pressed the bear against your face, “Soft.”

You were mesmerized for a solid fourty-five minutes. You didn’t mind when Bucky shifted you in his lap so that you were fully straddling him, the bear between the two of you. His hands caressed your back, the sides of your waist and eventually he fully grasped your bottom in his hands, “Fuck,” He cursed under his breath.

“Hurt?” You asked though it was clear your mind was elsewhere.

“No, baby,” Bucky said although he was painfully hard.

“I keep bear?”

Bucky placed a soft kiss against your shoulder blade and was surprised when your face remained soft, almost happy, “It’s yours. For you, my good girl.”

“I’m good girl,” You smiled a real smile. It was the first time he fully saw your teeth and you weren’t thirty seconds from trying to rip out his jugular, “Good bear for me.” 

He nodded, brushing your curls back with his metal fingers. He’d have to tackle another deep detangling another night, “That’s right. But when someone gives you something special, there’s something else you say, too.” He touched your cheek. “Can you say thank you, baby?”

You blinked at him.

“Thannnk—” he started, slow and patient. 

You studied his mouth. “Than...”

“Good,” he coaxed, smiling now. “Now say thank you, Daddy.”

You continued, “Thank you… Daddy.”

“There you go. So polite. So sweet.”

You just stayed there, safe in his lap, hugging the bear a little tighter.

You followed Mr. Bear around the house. Wherever Bucky placed him, you were there. The kitchen table at breakfast, the space beneath Bucky’s desk while he was working, beside the bathtub when Bucky decided you couldn’t go any longer without a bath, your bed that you had initially abandoned. You’d even spent a full night in Bucky’s large bed, letting Bucky hold your waist as you slept using Mr. Bear as your pillow. It wasn’t conscious at first. You fell in love with the small toy quickly. You looked in his eyes and squished his belly to help calm yourself, to even help yourself sleep. It was an attachment that was foreign to you. You liked that Mr. Bear was yours and that Bucky had given him to you. 

It was comfort and regulation. It was all new. 

You spent a full two weeks with that sense of peace. Until you woke from a long nap on the living room couch and Mr. Bear was missing. You’d learn to breathe, to slow down and to not let your anger rise to point of seeing red. You breathed deeply as you turned over every cushion and looked threw drawers. You couldn’t even smell him anymore. 

He was gone. Forever. Stolen from you. Had you been a bad girl? You’d grown attached and now you’d been abandoned. You started looking under any item you could find, letting items fall to the ground with a thud. You emptied an entire bookshelf of all it’s books and spread the contents of one of Bucky’s manila folders all over the floor. 

Cold, dense paper. Nothing soft. You didn’t register the sound of Bucky’s voice in the other room. You fell to your knees, cheeks wet with tears, and started to shred the papers with your nails. 

“....Then tell them to hold off until I’m back D.C. I won’t sign off on anything blind …. Yeah, he knows this. Email him again. Then call. Whatever you have to do. That’s your job …”

A second later, the footsteps came. Fast, heavy but controlled. 

“Give me a second,” Bucky said. Then louder, “Just pause the call.”

Your eyes found his when he finally walked into the living room from his office. He looked over everything quickly. You couldn’t control your breathing. 

Before he could ask you what was wrong, you yelled, “You took bear! Not here! Where?!”

“He’s not gone,” Bucky crouched next to you, eyes dark and fixed sharply on you, “I was in the other room. You need to ask when you have a question. You can’t do … this.” 

“Need bear, Daddy,” You crawled closer on your knees, “Need. Baby is sad.”

“Thank you for telling Daddy how you feel but this is not what you do when you’re sad. You didn’t ask Daddy for help,” Before he continued his lecture, he realized you weren’t the least bit sorry. Your focus was on your toy, “Daddy put Mr. Bear in the washing machine. He was dirty. He’s in the dryer now.” 

“You took bear,” You croaked and Bucky sighed, “Not dirty. Give back.”

“I’ll give him back after you clean up your mess.” 

“No, Daddy!”

“Do you want a spanking too?” You blinked, eyes wide. You shook your head slowly. It had been so long since Bucky had bent you over and done that to you, “Clean, all this needs to go in the trash. The books go back on the bookshelf. And you can put the couch back together. I will wait.”

You scowled then. You had to clean when all of this was his fault. He took Mr. Bear. 

He kept his word. He waited. You put the couch cushions back where they belonged before you stacked the books back on the shelf. He stepped in to show you exactly where the books needed to go and held a trash bag open for you to place all the destroyed papers in.

“Good girl,” He said though the way his jaw clicked made you believe he might be just as mad as you. 

He took your hand a moment later and led you into the small room with two white machines. One was loud, rumbling and as Bucky opened it’s door, the shaking came to a cease. And then Mr. Bear appeared. Before you could lunge for him, Bucky’s metal arm shot out, holding you at a distance, “My bear,” Your voice trailed off as you eyed the toy. He looked cleaner but he’d lost the smell you’d grown to like, “Bucky no more clean. Not dirty.”

“Mr. Bear does get dirty just like Baby does. He has to have a bath sometimes. Do you understand?”

You were reluctant but you nodded. “Yes,” As soon as the plus toy was in your arms, you curled up on the ground, and held him tightly. As Bucky turned to return to his call in the other room, you let out a small, “.... Sorry, Bucky.”

He paused in the doorway, glanced back.

“I know, baby,” he said gently. 

Bucky decided the perfect gateway into you finally wearing clothes around the house was yet another toy. This one was a soft rag doll that looked just slightly like you. The same skin tone and dark curly hair pinned up by two lavender colored bows. She also wore a lavender dress and matching ballet flats. She looked sweet, safe, familiar. 

His usual spiel had failed. He explained that clothes were a good thing. They were soft and kept you warm. He also teased the possibility of one day going outside with him, “The people outside always wear clothes,” He’d say, “You want to go on a trip with Daddy one day, don’t you?”

You just ignored him and let your eyes wander towards the window, “This is Mr. Bear’s good friend,” He presented the doll to you, placing her on your bed, next to the loose-fitting, pink t-shirt dress that was laid out on the bed. He chose something completely unrestrictive on purpose. You perked up then. You gave him a hungry look, as if he was presenting you with a medium-rare steak instead of a doll, “She’s a ballerina. Uh, like a dancer. To music. Her name is … Rina.”

“Rina,” You tried, your eyes locked on her, “Soft?”

“She’s very soft,” Bucky assured you, “She loves hugs too.”

“Rina mine?” You asked next, face soft, looking up expectantly, “Like Bear?”

“She could be. She wants a new friend. But she has a rule.”

Your arms crossed at that. You leaned forward to study the doll, brows furrowed, “She has rule?”

“She doesn’t want to be held unless you’re dressed, like people are supposed to be. Even cute hybrid girls have to wear clothes.  She feels the most comfortable that way.”

You pouted adorably, “Bad rule.”

“Maybe,” Bucky said, “That’s what she told me. Rina’s rules. She might let you hold her if you’re a good girl.”

“Don’t like,” You started to whine, pressing your body against Bucky’s body, forehead pressing against his chest, “Please … don’t like.”

Bucky placed gentle on your shoulders, lifting your body from him. He pressed a finger under your chin, lifting it until you were looking at him, “I’m sorry, I would help you but it’s not my rule.”

He turned away from you. Not far, only a few steps. He gave you space. Pretended to check his email on his phone. He heard you stomp your feet. Once. Twice. Then a whine. Then there was silence. The tiniest ruffle of fabric. When Bucky turned around, you were wearing the dress. He smiled wide, impressed. 

He doubted he could get you in pair of underwear or a bra today but there was time for that. 

He came closer again, running his fingers over your hair before he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “Did it. See, Bucky.” You declared, eyes wide and expecting, “Mine now?”

“She’s yours.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” You bounced on your toes excitedly before you happily scooped up the doll. Bucky picked you up next, and you wrapped your legs around his torso. You let out a soft laugh, a real one, and it was music to Bucky’s ears. One arm looping around his neck, the other squeezing Rina to your body, you looked Bucky in his eyes deeply. Like he’d placed gentle kisses on your forehead, your shoulder, and cheeks, you placed a soft peck on his lips. 

He stilled for a second. Then smiled, full and proud, “Thank you, babygirl.”

There was one week left until Bucky had to return to Washington. He was more than happy with the progress you’d made. You’d started wearing underwear and you’d even been open to trying different kinds of clothes. Pants were still a nonstarter. You didn’t mind the skirts. You didn’t love the tight-fitting t-shirts but Bucky often left you no options. You tugged at them and pouted. Selfishly, he liked the way they looked on you. 

There were still many gaps in your social etiquette. It took him a full three days to explain that you couldn’t lift up your skirt whenever you wanted. You had a habit of wanting to stare at the different patterns on your underwear and often would flip up your skirt in the middle of a conversation or activity or anything to look. He corrected gently, not because he didn’t like the view but because ideally one day you’d accompany him to dinners and go on outings with him. He didn’t need you putting your body on display. 

He convinced you Rina liked it when wore different hairstyles. Ribbons and bows were her absolute favorite. He’d started getting really good at braiding it into neat rows, and tying bows to the ends. During his morning meetings, you often sat between his legs at his desk, Rina in your lap, as he fixed your hairstyle for the day. 

Bucky was settling into a sense of peacefulness. A feeling he had longed for. Therapy helped. His new job fulfilled him in some aspects but also made him realize how slow change really happened at the same time. This life, the pocket of innocence he was building around you, was starting to help most of all. This life was the opposite of everything he and you were ever used to. 

He didn’t want you exposed to the real world. He would shield you from reality for as long as possible. He would give you something he never had for himself. He’d also had enough of following orders for ten lifetimes. With you, in his own house, he made the rules. 

He had to address his mission. Debrief the committee on all of his findings. He had to give his colleagues enough information to satisfy them but couldn’t risk them getting their hands on you. You were the survivicing data to a program that never should’ve been created. He decided to lie. The site was clear of any sources of life. The facility was sealed, records wiped away, and he submitted a report that suggested Project LUPUS be permanently blacklisted from funding due to “gross ethical violations”. 

He’d have to spin another story eventually. Explain your presence in his life. Mel, his assistant, was already working on using the story for political advantage. You were a rescued civilian during a humanitarian negotiation. You’d suffered severe trauma and Congressman Barnes, recognizing the complexity of the situation and understanding the importance of mental rehabilitation, he’s personally arranged for you to receive trauma-informed rehabilitative care under his sponsorship. He’d be even more of the hero than the public saw him as. 

Colleagues would raise questions but no one would push to hard. He was a war hero. His word was gospel. 

Pls reblog w/ your thoughts if you enjoyed! This will be a 2 part series with the second chapter focused on Bucky + Baby’s time in Washington! Hope you enjoyed :)

[accio-victuuri]

the most boring “content” about the boys is all the anti-talk and along with that is so/o fanwar. i swear. we have more important things in life to pay attention to. but it’s just how some fandom/s operate i guess. 🫠🫠🫠

these past days, it’s been messy. the usual pointing fingers between both sides. so their representatives released statements regarding suing antis. i’m personally happy that WYB’s team finally filed a civil/criminal lawsuit against “itsashou”. if you are on weibo, you know this account is a notorious shrimp KOL that leads fans to do anti shit and not only to yibo. so yeah. please go to jail. however, what’s really interesting to me is this HS about WYB: #Wang Yibo related rumors were permanently withdrawn by DeepSeek

to those who are not aware, Deepseek put all other AI engines/companies to shame earlier this year. screenshots below. i also noticed that Weibo has this embedded on their site (p3) so it’s widely used and so accessible.

Similar to other AI engines/bots, the answer they will give you about certain topics are scraped from the internet. The antis have really done their job in spreading rumors about WYB in the past days that when a specific topic is asked to DeepSeek — it summarized those nasty rumors. This was used by Antis to further “validate” what they are saying is the “truth” but it’s actually not. DeepSeek only took all the info it could about the topic and readily found the anti posts. I don’t keep up with the HS daily or tech news, but I think this is the first time that DS removed what their AI displayed. I hope this will be a learning experience for them too! This is a way that Antis can weaponize it and affect Celebrities. It doesn’t help that they can get sued too!

as someone who uses the internet — it is getting harder and harder to tell what is true. especially in this fandom, we need go be more discerning with the things we see, even if it’s to our advantage. it doesn’t hurt to do a bit of research. and to those who have more insight and some semblance of the truth, it’s becoming a responsibility to share. it’s a scary place out there 😖😖😖😖

there are also talks of yibo changing his lawyer ( yang shugang ) and this has led to more stringent lawsuits. well good for him. some people have gotten too comfortable! fun fact, he was a guest in DDU before lol.

anyway, i hope in the next days we will have better “content” and finally see yibo 🥹🥹🥹🥹

[felassan]

Game Informer:

"Dragon Age Cover Story And Shadow of the Erdtree Review | GI Show by Alex Van Aken on Jun 27, 2024 at 01:57 PM In this week's episode of The Game Informer Show, the crew discusses our recent trip to Bioware for our Dragon Age: The Veilguard cover story, our Elden Ring: Shadow of the Erdtree review, PS5-bound multiplayer shooter, Concord, a new battle royale from former League of Legends developers, atmospheric horror title Still Wakes the Deep, Dustborn, Luigi's Mansion 2 HD and even more! It's a packed show, y'all.  Watch the Video Version: [embedded link to Game Informer video titled 'Dragon Age Cover Story And Shadow of the Erdtree Review | GI Show']"

(On YouTube, the description box for this video looked like this:)

[Article continues] "Follow us on social media: Alex Van Aken (@itsVanAken), Kyle Hilliard (@KyleMHilliard), Marcus Stewart (@MarcusStewart7), Wesley LeBlanc (@LeBlancWes) The Game Informer Show is a weekly gaming podcast covering the latest video game news, industry topics, exclusive reveals, and reviews. Join us every Thursday to chat about your favorite games – past and present – with Game Informer staff, developers, and special guests from around the industry. Listen on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or your favorite podcast app. Matt Storm, the freelance audio editor for The Game Informer Show, edited this episode. Matt is an experienced podcast host and producer who's been speaking into a microphone for over a decade. You should listen to Matt's shows like the "Fun" And Games Podcast and Reignite, a BioWare-focused podcast."

"The Game Informer Show – Podcast Timestamps: 00:00:00 - Intro 00:02:42 - Cover Story: Dragon Age: The Veilguard 00:21:48 - Elden Ring Shadow of the Erdtree Review 00:42:20 - Concord Preview 00:59:04 - Supervive Preview 01:11:59 - The Plucky Squire 01:24:37 - Magic: The Gathering – Assassin's Creed 01:35:01 - Still Wakes the Deep 01:45:52 - Dustborn Preview 01:55:06 - Luigi's Mansion 2 HD Review 01:58:26 - Housekeeping"

"The GI Show podcast is a weekly recap of exciting releases, exclusive details on upcoming games, and in-depth interviews with developers. Watch or listen to a new episode every Thursday!"

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Felassan's notes section of this post -

In this episode of the Game Informer show, Game Informer talk some more about their trip to BioWare's studio for the DA:TV cover story, when BioWare showed them hours of DA:TV content while playing it live.

Some notes from this and from what they said:

Wesley LeBlanc wasn't a huge DA fan and he went in with no expectations. The job to go to BW for this just landed on his plate due to other peoples' schedules. After seeing the game, it's probably his most anticipated game for the rest of the year and the one he's most looking forwards to

The game really wowed him and stuck with him, he said he is thrilled about it and is engrossed in the fantasy it's bringing

The visuals and world finally feel like what BioWare has maybe always wanted to make

This is the game where the team said, yeah, we feel fully in command of the Frostbite engine, and it shows

The world is more like Fable-type whimsy than prior DA games. It has a high fantasy feel

BW want new people to play the game. They're very aware that it's been 10 years since the last game and the game does a good job of catching people up

Rook as the PC really has no idea what's going on with Solas and all the other lore-specific stuff that's happening in the game, so they kind of act as the stand-in for newer players or people who have not caught up on the lore

But it's not just a game for newcomers, there is still a lot to chew on in the game for hardcore DA fans. BioWare were saying that they know their community, what it wants and what it's looking for out of these characters

Wesley enjoyed the music, visual design, and voice acting

Nothing that they saw about the game stood out as worrisome to him

Wesley has quite a lot of further stories to add to Game Informer's DA:TV hub

Wesley: "On the topic of the [Dragon Age] fanbase, I just wanna give a shoutout to that community, because, wow, I did not, I knew people would be stoked about this cover, but people are really stoked about this cover. And it’s really funny, the day that we announced it, I got like hundreds of new followers. Anytime, if I tweet about Erdtree or Destiny 2, I get like my normal amount of likes, like, a dozen maybe, y’know, whatever. If I tweet about Dragon Age, it’s like. Today I tweeted, ‘my next feature is coming at 3pm’ and it’s at 1000 likes, it’s so funny, like, this community is like rabid for information, which makes sense if you haven’t gotten a game in 10 years. But yeah, so like, shoutout to y’all, I’m loving you guys reading the articles and telling me what you wanna hear about. So if you have any questions or anything, get at me on Twitter for sure, and I will see what I can cook up with some writing for you. But yeah, shoutout to the BioWare community, y’all crazy.”

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[bullet-prooflove]

Engine Parts: Tyler Owens x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @hunterthecharmer @heylookwhoitis @shakespeareanwannabe

Companion piece to:

The Mechanic - Tyler faces a problem when Boone brings his mechanic ex girlfriend back into the fold.

Rigs -Tyler reflects on history with you

Ford Mustang - Tyler extends an olive branch.

The garage is a minefield of memories for Tyler, everything from the song on the sound system to Ford Mustang you’re still working on because it required ‘extensive restoration’. The thing had barely been more than a shell before he’d helped you tow it home. Now all it needs is a little more work on the engine and a new paint job.

Four years is how long you’d estimated it would take to fix up if the two of you worked on it together. Even then you were thinking in the long term, and it turns out he was too.

It’s why he bought that ring when he was passing through Arkansas, the one with three sapphires embedded in the silver band because he was paranoid that any stone that stuck out would get caught when you were wrist deep in engine parts. He’d carried it around for weeks, waiting for the right moment and then it was gone in the blink of an eye, swept away by the harsh winds of the tornado that almost killed you both. He wonders if anyone ever found it, if his misfortune gave way to someone else’s happiness.

When he sees you working there inside the garage, your upper body tucked under the hood, singing along to Zach Bryan’s ‘Sun To Me’  it takes him back to the weekends you spent teaching him how to take apart an engine. His thoughts slip to the evenings sat on the picnic bench out back, sipping beers and staring up at the stars, the nights he spent tangled up in your sheets, whispering sweet nothings against your skin.

Time hasn’t dulled any of those memories, in fact it’s sharpened them because Tyler re-lives every detail of your relationship when he’s alone those motel rooms. It’s you he thinks of when he looks in the mirror and sees those scars that linger on his own skin, the ones from the rodeo and the ones that came after.

“Sophie.” He says softly so he doesn’t startle you. “Can we talk?”

You don’t say anything as you use that rag to clean your hands. Instead you open the old refrigerator tucked alongside the work bench and take out two beers, snapping off their caps with the magnetic bottle opener, before drift past him and head towards the picnic table around the back. Tyler follows a step behind, the scent of orange blossoms and motor oil flooding his senses.

“You wanted to talk.” You say as you take a seat on the bench. “So talk.”

He doesn’t know what to say as he sits down, there are so many thoughts, so many feelings riling up inside of him, he finds it difficult to articulate. He should outline the program, tell you the work he’s been up to, explain why they need you on this project but being back here, it fucks with him. It brings back everything he’s spent the past three years trying to shove into a box inside his head.

“You left.” He says abruptly as you raise the beer to your lips and you pause before you set it back down and meet his gaze.

“And you didn’t follow.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “I guess there are somethings that just aren’t worth chasing.”

Your words, they eviscerate him. They cut like a knife into his chest, tearing out his insides until all he can feel is the agony spilling out of him.

“Is that what you think?” He asks you, his voice raw with emotion. “That it didn’t mean anything to me, that you didn’t mean anything to me.”

You don’t answer and he understands in that moment that he fucked up back then, that he’s been fucking up ever since.

“Sophie…” He begins, his hand reaching out for yours. “Something awful happened to you, something traumatic and I was responsible for that. I…” He trails off, his eyes stinging as he gropes for the words. “I thought you needed a clean break, away from me, from the Wranglers.”

“I left because I didn’t want to chase anymore.” You tell him as his thumb strokes over the hollow of your wrist. “I needed to come home and recover, I wanted you to come with me, to take some time away from it so we could do that together but…”

“But I needed to face it.” He says quietly. “Because if I hadn’t I would have never gone back.”

“I can’t go back.” You tell him. “If I do this, I can’t chase. I’m happy to work with your crew, maintain the rigs either here or out there but I’m not heading into the storm with you.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” He tells you, squeezing your hand lightly. “You’d be support only, tailoring the rigs to what we need, ensuring that they can function under intense conditions. Those are the only things that I’d ask of you, I promise.”

It’s his sincerity that convinces you, the intensity in his eyes as he studies your features. He’s willing to try to make this work and you guess you can too because the goal here, it’s so much bigger than the both of you. The project he’s apart of, it saved lives a couple of months ago, it’ll do it again with the right equipment.

“No cameras.” You say as you pull away, your fingers slipping out from underneath his. “You can take videos of the rigs, the workshop, the alterations that have been done. I’ll even coach Dani or Boone to explain it but I don’t want to be camera. It’s taken long enough for the people in this town to get used to the way I look, I don’t need it to be a topic of conversation on the internet.”

His jaw clenches as his eyes linger on the scar. To him it’s a symbol of your resilience, your strength. You took on Mother Nature and you lived to tell the tale. It’s only now that he realises how self-conscious you are, how much of your confidence has been stripped away.

“Alright.” He promises you as he takes a sip of his beer. “No cameras.”

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[kyova]

From Alt National Park Service in n FB:

tl;dr:

DOGE accessed all those systems - IRS, Social Security, DHS, every office in the U.S. - not to promote “efficiency”, but to gather and control our electronic lives so they can ruin us if we step out of line in any way. Or if they just feel like it.

Alt National Park Service:

“DOGE has quietly transformed into something far more sinister — not a system for streamlining government, but one designed for surveillance, control, and targeting. And no one’s talking about it. So we’re going to spill the tea.

From the beginning, DOGE’s true mission has been about data — collecting massive amounts of personal information on Americans. Now, that data is being turned against immigrants.

At the center of this effort is Antonio Gracias, a longtime Elon Musk confidante. Though he holds no official government position, Gracias is leading a specialized DOGE task force focused on immigration. His team has embedded engineers and staff across nearly every corner of the Department of Homeland Security (DHS).

But it doesn’t stop there.

DOGE operatives have also been quietly placed inside other federal agencies like the Social Security Administration and the Department of Health and Human Services — agencies that store some of the most sensitive personal data in the country, including on immigrants.

DOGE engineers now working inside DHS include Kyle Schutt, Edward Coristine (nicknamed “Big Balls”), Mark Elez, Aram Moghaddassi, and Payton Rehling. They’ve built the technical foundation behind a sweeping plan to revoke, cancel visas, and rewire the entire asylum process.

One of the most disturbing aspects of this plan? Flagging immigrants as “deceased” in the Social Security system — effectively canceling their SSNs. Without a valid Social Security number, it becomes nearly impossible to open a bank account, get a job, or even apply for a loan. The goal? Make life so difficult that people “self-deport.”

And if you’re marked as dead in the Social Security system, good luck fixing it. There’s virtually no path back — it’s a bureaucratic black hole.

You might ask: why do immigrants, asylum seekers, or refugees even have Social Security numbers? Because anyone authorized to work in the U.S. legally is issued one. It’s not just for citizens. It’s essential for participating in modern life — jobs, housing, banking, taxes. Without it, you’re locked out of society.

Last week, this plan was finalized in a high-level White House meeting that included DHS Secretary Kristi Noem, Antonio Gracias, senior DOGE operatives, and top administration officials.

In recent weeks, the administration has moved aggressively to strip legal protections from hundreds of thousands of immigrants and international students — many of whom have been living and working in the U.S. legally for years.

At the core of this crackdown? Data.

DOGE has access to your SSN, your income, your political donations — and more. What was once sold as a tool for “government efficiency” has become something else entirely: a weaponized surveillance machine.

And if you think this ends with immigrants, think again.

Antonio Gracias has already used DOGE’s access to Social Security and state-level data to push voter fraud narratives during past elections. The system is in place. The precedent has been set. And average Americans should be concerned.”

[pankowcrumbs]

Crush X Lewis Hamilton

MasterList

F1 Masterlist

From the moment I could remember, Formula 1 had been part of my life. It wasn’t just something I liked, it was embedded in my very existence. My dad was the team principal for McLaren, and my brother, Charlie, was on the same racing circuit in the junior formulae as the likes of Lewis Hamilton, Jenson Button, and all the other names. I grew up in the paddock, surrounded by cars, engineers, and mechanics who spoke in a language I had learned to understand before I even knew what a normal childhood was supposed to look like.

But there was always one thing that stood out in my mind when I looked back on those days. One person. Lewis Hamilton.

I remember the first time I met him. I couldn’t have been older than 8. I was standing with my dad watching my brother do his thing when I saw him. He was a little older than me, but we were close enough in age that I didn’t really think of him as anything other than just another kid. But as soon as our eyes met, something shifted in me. He was standing there, holding a go-kart helmet in his hands, his eyes warm and kind, but there was something else something I didn’t quite have the words for yet.

“Hi,” he said, a shy grin spreading across his face. He was smaller than I imagined, but there was something magnetic about him.

“Hi,” I replied, my voice coming out in a soft whisper. I don’t know why, but I was instantly shy around him. My dad had introduced me to a million people, but this was different. It was just us two, standing there, a space in between that neither of us seemed brave enough to cross.

That was how it was, for years. We were around each other constantly. Lewis was always racing, pushing himself, his talent undeniable even from a young age. He wasn’t just another driver; there was a fire in him that I could see in the way he spoke, in the way he moved, in the way he looked at everything. But still, we remained friends. The kind of friends who didn’t really talk much outside of racing, but when we did, there was always this spark between us. We never said much, but it didn’t matter.

I was there, watching the drivers, watching my brother and his friends go out on the track. on weekends I was surrounded by the highest level of motorsport, but my attention always gravitated back to Lewis. The way he threw himself into the sport with such ease, how his every movement seemed so graceful and calculated, the way he looked so damn confident every time he stepped onto that track.

But despite all that, we never really crossed that line. It was like we both had this quiet understanding that our friendship would stay that way, even if neither of us could admit it: there was more, but neither of us were brave enough to act on it.

As the years passed, things got more complicated. I grew older, and the racing world around me became bigger, louder. My dad’s job got more intense, and Charlie’s career seemed to take off. McLaren had its successes, but also its moments of struggle, and my father was always at the heart of it. I was still there, still in the paddock, still doing everything I had always done. But now, I was becoming more aware of the fact that I was the daughter of the team principal, that I was being watched, even in the most subtle of ways.

And then, there was Lewis. He had been racing for a while now, making waves. He was no longer just a kid I used to know in the paddock. He was a full-fledged F1 driver, one of the best. He was more confident, more well-known. But, I also noticed something else. We were both older, both starting to feel the pressure of what came with our positions in the F1 world Him a Driver. Me an Engineer with Mclaren. The camaraderie that had once been so easy between us now felt strained at times.

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I was nervous around him now. I’d see him in the Mercedes garage, getting ready for a race, his focus unmatched, his determination written all over his face. His success was obvious, and I was proud of him. so proud. But there was also something else inside me, something I couldn’t quite articulate. It was the same thing I’d always felt whenever he was around, but now it was amplified. It was a feeling that had been brewing for years, growing stronger as we grew older, and now it had reached a point where I wasn’t sure how to deal with it.

One evening, after a particularly difficult race for McLaren, we found ourselves in the grand Prix afterparty The place was buzzing with excitement but I had found myself alone, wandering around aimlessly. I hadn’t realised that Lewis had followed me in until I heard the sound of his voice behind me.

“Y/N, hey,” he said, his tone low. I turned around and saw him leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked tired, but still undeniably handsome. He smiled at me, that same smile that always seemed to make my heart skip a beat.

“Hey, Lewis,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. We stood there for a moment, not saying anything. It was like neither of us knew what to say. The years of friendship between us had never felt so heavy.

“You alright?” he asked, his eyes softening.

“Yeah, just…” I paused. “It’s been a long day.”

He nodded, and I saw a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He always had that way of making everything feel less heavy, even without saying much.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he offered, taking a small step forward. I could feel the tension in the air, that unspoken energy that had always been between us.

I opened my mouth to say something, but instead, I found myself shrugging, unsure of how to respond. There was something I wanted to say, but I couldn’t get the words out.

Then, he surprised me. He stepped closer, his expression suddenly serious, and he reached out, gently brushing his hand against mine.

“You know,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper, “I’ve always liked you. Ever since we were kids.”

My breath caught in my throat. Did he just…?

I looked up at him, my heart racing. He was standing so close now, and I could feel the warmth of his body. His face was serious, but there was something in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before something that made my stomach flip.

“I...I liked you too,” I stammered, surprised at how suddenly everything felt so raw. The years of unspoken words, of shy smiles and stolen glances, all seemed to come rushing to the surface in that one moment. “But I thought... I thought we were just friends.”

Lewis gave me a small, almost bashful smile. “I think we both knew it was more than that,” he said softly. “But we were always too shy to admit it.”

And there it was, the truth we had both been dancing around for years. All those moments, all that time spent together, never quite acknowledging the chemistry between us, had led to this.

“I don’t know how we never said anything before,” I whispered, my hand still resting in his.

“Guess we were both too scared,” he replied, his voice barely audible. Then, without another word, he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against mine.

It was everything I had ever dreamed of and more. The kiss wasn’t rushed; it was gentle and tentative, like we were both still processing the enormity of what we were doing. But it was also full of promise, of something new, something we had both been too scared to explore.

When we finally pulled away, I was breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. Lewis grinned at me, that mischievous sparkle back in his eyes.

“So, what now?” I asked, my voice still shaky.

“I think we take it one step at a time,” he replied. “We’ve got time.”

And that was the moment that changed everything for us. We weren’t just childhood friends anymore. We were two people, finally acknowledging what we’d both known for years, finally ready to face whatever came next, together.

From that moment on, things between us were different. We didn’t hide anymore, didn’t dance around what we both wanted. It wasn’t just about the racing, about the fame and the sport. It was about us, about the quiet moments we shared in the paddock, the stolen glances, and the slow build of something beautiful. And I couldn’t wait to see where it would take us.

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Meeting Esteban Ocon So I met Esteban for the first time in Abu Dhabi and then we worked together for the post-season test and then also we did TPC testing in Jerez so we've already spent quite a long time together on track. Then we did a training camp together end of January in Geneva so that was quite fun and I think we got to know each other on a personal level as well so I think that's a good start to the year. Embedding Esteban into the team I think because Esteban's already been in the paddock for a long time and the F1 paddock is like a big family, a lot of people already know him from past teams or something. So that obviously went quite easy and since we're a British team with British humour we integrate people quite well so that's never an issue and on things he's been taking from other teams with him I think there's some things he's still used to from Force India even but since we're a small team it's quite easy to implement changes very quickly. Key to relationship between Driver and Race Engineer It's actually been quite fun because the responsibilities completely change. I think performance engineer is actually quite a hard job in this team but you stay very much in your own bubble with your car. As a race engineer you obviously have to coordinate much more and just make decisions all the time so knowing what all the other groups are doing and how they work also the guys on the car helps a lot to just make better decisions so I think that was a big bonus for me to be a performance engineer in this team before. New role as Race Engineer It's actually been quite fun because the responsibilities completely change from a performance engineer. So I think the performance engineer job is actually very hard but you're kind of stuck in the bubble of your own car. So as a race engineer you just have to zoom out and make a lot of decisions, listen to a lot of people and organise a lot of stuff. But understanding how all of these groups work, the guys on the car but also the people who focus on car performance helps you a lot to just make better decisions. Pre-season testing So obviously we have two new drivers and also the key people, loads of key people have changed. So I think their focus was mostly on integrating all the key people and improving communication amongst each other. And obviously also we're focusing on getting the most out of the car we've built. And I think so far not just in Bahrain but also the filming day in Silverstone and even TPC testing in Jerez, I think we've definitely achieved that and made good progress. Personal lessons Personally I've learnt a lot how to communicate better with Esteban and how we get the most out of each other. But also working with the team and understanding which course to make to the mechanics. That's, I think, been my biggest takeaway. Expectations going into Melbourne I think I never really have expectations and also we won't know until qualifying or even the race, but so far I think there's nothing saying we can't be on par with our performance last year or even improve from that, so I'm quite positive. Becoming First Female Race Engineer in Formula 1 Personally, I just want to focus on doing a good job and getting the best out of the team and the car. For me, being the first female race engineer in F1 is actually quite sad, but I think the problem with that is just representation. So if my face being on TV can make girls and young women think they can achieve this too, I'm actually quite happy.

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In the dynamic field of automotive engineering, technical knowledge stands as the bedrock upon which innovation is built. Automotive Engineers must exhibit a profound understanding of vehicle systems, materials science, electronics, and powertrain dynamics. Staying ahead demands proficiency in cutting-edge technologies such as electric and autonomous vehicles. This mastery is indispensable for designing and enhancing vehicle components and systems that not only meet industry standards but exceed consumer expectations.

II. Innovative Design and Engineering: Shaping the Future 

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Seamless Integration for Modern Vehicles

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IV. Project Management and Teamwork: Orchestrating Success

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In an industry where safety and reliability are non-negotiable, attention to detail and a commitment to quality are paramount. Rigorous quality control processes, adherence to industry standards and regulations, and meticulous testing and validation are imperative. This skill set ensures that every vehicle component and system meets the highest quality and safety criteria before reaching the consumer.

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Autonomous and Connected Vehicle Technologies

Proficiency in autonomous and connected vehicle technologies is a game-changer for Automotive Engineers in 2024. Engineers must be adept in sensor technology, machine learning, and data analytics to develop intelligent vehicle systems.

Software Proficiency and Cybersecurity

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Agile Project Management

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Interdisciplinary Collaboration

Interdisciplinary collaboration is a critical skill for Automotive Engineers in 2024, as the complexity of vehicle systems requires expertise across various fields.

Environmental and Regulatory Compliance

As environmental concerns and regulations continue to shape the automotive industry, understanding and adhering to these standards is a top skill for Automotive Engineers in 2024.

Creative Problem-Solving and Innovation 

Creative problem-solving and innovation remain at the heart of the Automotive Engineer's role in 2024.

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In the fast-evolving field of automotive engineering, showcasing your skills in 2024 is about actively engaging with the latest industry advancements. Automotive Engineers can illustrate their technical prowess by participating in the development of cutting-edge vehicle technologies, such as electric powertrains or autonomous driving systems.

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By creating a portfolio of tangible results and actively engaging with the automotive community, you can effectively display your skills and dedication as an Automotive Engineer in 2024.

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