#backup racer

[pucksandpower]

Oooh the grid kids series is pure joy! I think it's really cool idea, especially because the drivers spend so much time around one another. Can i request one where maybe back in the day, rbr!seb and y/n were the grid kids of like mark and michael and jenson and back to present times, seb's grid kids are weirded out to see jenson and mark treat seb and y/n as their grid kids please. If that makes sense

Grid Kids: Gentlemen, a Short View Back to the Past

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: once upon a time, the grid parents were grid kids themselves

Series Masterlist

When We Were Young

“Oi lovebirds! Stop canoodling in the garage, will ya?” Mark Webber chuckles, teasingly nudging Sebastian as you blush, having been caught stealing a quick kiss with your boyfriend in the middle of the chaotic paddock.

Michael, ever the protective figure, chimes in, “Leave them alone, Mark. It’s sweet. Remember when we were young and in love?” He winks at Sebastian, who grins, clearly relishing in having backup.

Jenson, leaning against a tire stack, chuckles, “Speak for yourself. Some of us still have it.” He sends you a playful wink and you laugh.

Sebastian wraps an arm around you, “Honestly, with the three of you as mentors, I’m surprised I’ve learned anything about racing.”

You smirk, “Maybe they're preparing you for the important race — the race of life?”

Mark snorts, “Deep, Y/N. Very deep.”

Michael smiles, a nostalgic look in his eyes, “You know, Y/N, you remind me a lot of my wife back in the day. Always grounding us racers, making sure our heads don’t get too big.”

Jenson nods in agreement, “True that. You have a way of making sure Seb here doesn’t drift into the clouds.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes, “Oh come on! You guys are just trying to get on Y/N’s good side because she’s the only one who brings proper coffee to the track.”

You giggle, “Guilty as charged. Can’t have my grid parents falling asleep at the wheel now, can I?”

Rain, Rain, Go Away

Sebastian and you stand with Jenson and Mark, sheltering under an awning as rain pours down, delaying the race. Michael ambles over, shaking off his umbrella.

Sebastian grins, “Typical Spa weather, huh?”

Jenson chuckles, “Isn’t it just? Every year I hope for sun by some miracle and every year...” He gestures at the rain dramatically.

You sigh, “I packed for a summer trip. Look at this!” You motion to your very damp sundress.

Mark smirks, “Rookie mistake. Always pack a wetsuit for Spa.”

Michael nods sagely, “And flippers.”

Oh Simple Thing

The smell of grilled meat wafts through the air as Jenson mans the BBQ at his home. You and Sebastian arrive, bringing along a homemade salad and plenty of sides.

“Ah, the dynamic duo!” Mark greets, pulling you into a friendly hug.

Michael points to the salad, “Trust Y/N to ensure we get our greens. Good on you!”

You wink, “Can’t have you all living on steaks and grilled chicken alone.”

As the evening progresses, stories from their early racing days are exchanged, often leading to fits of laughter. At one point, Mark shares an embarrassing story about Sebastian’s rookie mistake during a test session.

Sebastian groans, burying his face in his hands, “Do we have to bring that up again?”

You pat his back sympathetically, “It’s alright, Seb. Everyone has their moments.”

Jenson, taking a sip of his drink, adds, “That’s true. Just remember, no matter how many times they tease you, you’ve got Y/N in your corner. And that’s worth more than anything.”

Prank or Be Pranked

“Seb! Did you move my helmet?” Jenson calls out, rummaging through his locker as the five of you prepare to go karting, his face a picture of confusion.

Sebastian, feigning innocence, replies, “Why would I do that?”

You, smirking, lean in and whisper to Mark, “Five bucks says he put it on the highest shelf.”

Mark grins, “You’re on.”

As Jenson continues his search, he eventually finds his helmet perched high up, just out of reach. Michael, catching on to the prank, laughs, “Looks like our young prodigy here has learned a few tricks.”

Sebastian shrugs, “Consider it ... training. For reflexes and stuff.”

Jenson, using the handle of a dusty broom to retrieve his helmet, retorts, “Wait till you find out what I’ve done with your boots.”

Sebastian’s eyes widen in horror, “You didn’t!”

“This is going to be a long season.” You lean back against the brick wall as the overgrown children in front of you continue to bicker, fighting a smile.

Thanks for the Memories

Jenson, lounging comfortably in the hospitality area, raises an eyebrow as he watches you try to subtly wipe some oil off Sebastian's face. “You sure you’ve got him all cleaned up for the camera?”

You laugh, looking at a sheepish Sebastian who had been poking around his car earlier. “It’s like looking after a kid sometimes. He’s always getting into something.”

Michael chuckles from across the room, “Ah, young love. Sebastian, she’s got your number. But honestly, Y/N, good on you. We older ones have been trying to teach him some discipline.”

Mark smirks. “To be fair, Michael, I recall a certain someone ending up in a pool with his clothes on in Monaco just last year.”

Michael grins mischievously, “That was different. And anyway, Seb, Y/N, don’t get any ideas.”

You playfully roll your eyes, “Trust me, if he ends up in the water, I won’t be the one pushing him.”

Sebastian wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “But you’d jump in to save me, right?”

You pretend to ponder, “Hmm, depends on how cold the water is.”

Jenson laughs, “Sebastian, you’ve found your match. But seriously, both of you, cherish these moments. The grid, the races, it’s all fleeting. But the relationships, the memories, they last.”

Michael nods in agreement, “Jenson’s right. One day you’ll be the veterans, guiding the young ones. Remember these days, learn from them.”

Mark clinks his water bottle to yours, “To memories and the journey ahead.”

Flintstones, Meet the Flintstones

Michael leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips, “You know, when I started in F1 we didn’t have all this fancy tech and simulations. We relied on instinct.”

Jenson, faking shock, retorts, “Wait, you mean they didn’t have cars back then?”

Sebastian chuckles, glancing at you, “I bet he drove a dinosaur to the track.”

You laugh, “A very fast dinosaur, mind you.”

Mark, trying to keep a straight face, adds, “Michael, be honest. Was your racing suit made of ... loincloth?"

Michael plays along, “Yes and our helmets were carved out of stone.”

You chime in, “I heard they used saber-toothed tigers as pit crews.”

Jenson nods, “Oh, absolutely. And the pit stops? Ten minutes. Had to give the tigers a break.”

Michael rolls his eyes, laughing, “Alright, alright, mock the legend if you must. But remember, young ones, we paved the way.”

Mark grins, “And we’re grateful, old man. But don’t forget, it’s their turn now.”

Sebastian, ever competitive, challenges, “Race you to the track?”

Michael raises an eyebrow, “You sure about that?”

You laugh, “Careful, Seb. He might just bring out his dinosaur.”

Passing the Torch

Michael stands, his presence commanding the room’s attention even without a word spoken. Holding a helmet delicately in his hands, he clears his throat. “In every racer’s life, there comes a time when the tracks call to you a little less, the roar becomes a distant echo, and you realize there’s a world waiting for you outside the paddock.”

He glances over at Sebastian, then to you, emotion shimmering in his eyes. “But before I step into that world, I wanted to leave behind something, a token of gratitude and hope.”

Sebastian’s brow furrows slightly, curiosity evident. “Michael, you’ve already given so much to all of us …”

Michael interrupts with a soft chuckle, “Seb, always impatient! Let me finish.”

He then looks at you, his gaze warm and fatherly, “Y/N, you may not race on the track, but you’ve raced in all our hearts, guiding, supporting, laughing, and cheering louder than everyone else.”

“Sebastian, Y/N,” Michael continues, his voice imbued with emotion, “This helmet, from my last race, isn’t just a piece of equipment. It’s a symbol. A legacy.”

Gently placing the helmet on the table, he pushes it towards the two of you. “It’s about the weight of responsibility, the dreams it carries, the hopes it’s seen, and the love it’s felt.”

The room is silent, the magnitude of the gesture palpable.

Sebastian, clearly moved, speaks up, voice choked with emotion, “Michael, this ... this is ... I’m not sure if we can ever fill the space you leave behind.”

Michael smiles, placing a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, then moving to hug you tightly. “That’s the thing about spaces. They evolve. They change. You two won’t fill my space. You’ll create your own.”

Pulling away, he raises his glass, “To new beginnings, to timeless legacies, and to family. Always to family.”

Back to the Future

As Max saunters into the room, he stops short, eyebrows raised in surprise. Jenson is teasing Sebastian, ruffling his hair like he’s a teenager, while Mark playfully nudges Y/N’s arm, offering her a drink.

Max blinks a few times, trying to process the scene. “Is ... is Jenson giving Seb a noogie?”

George peers over from his conversation with Lando, both their eyes widening. “It looks like it ... and Y/N’s being drawn into some sort of mock arm wrestling with Mark. What alternate reality did we walk into?”

Charles, mouth agape, chuckles, “It’s like watching a nature documentary: Here we observe the older generation asserting their playful dominance over the younger one.”

Lando giggles, nudging George. “Mate, should we jump in? Even the odds a bit?”

Before George can answer, Mick, who’s been observing silently, leans in. “Guys, it’s kind of sweet. You remember the stories they've told about the old days? This is just ... history repeating itself.”

Max, still trying to wrap his head around the scene, shakes his head with a laugh. “Never thought I’d see the day when Seb gets his hair messed up and doesn’t immediately fix it.”

Lance calls out, “Maybe we should start taking notes. This might be us in a few years.”

Grid Kids and Grand-Grid Kids

Charles saunters over to Mark and Jenson, holding up a race boot he’d just had signed by both of them. “Thanks for this, mates. It will be a special addition to my collection.”

Mark pats Charles on the back, “Anything for our grand-grid kid.”

Charles stops mid-stride, turning to look at Mark with a puzzled expression. “Your what now?”

Jenson chuckles, handing Lando a signed cap. “Didn’t Seb and Y/N mention? Since they’re your grid parents and they’re our grid kids ... well, that makes you our grand-grid kids.”

Lando bursts into laughter, while George, overhearing the exchange, raises an eyebrow. “Wait, so we’re like ... the second generation of grid offspring? This is getting complicated.”

Mick leans in with a smirk, “Hold on. So if I’m following this logic properly, that would mean double the birthday gifts, right?”

Jenson grins, “Well, perhaps but it also means double the expectations on the track.”

Lance playfully rolls his eyes, “Great, double the pressure. Just what we needed.”

Max joins the banter, “Are there grand-grid kid initiation rites we should know about? Because I’ve seen old photos of Seb and Y/N with you guys and let’s just say that fashion has come a long way.”

Mark feigns shock, “You’re dissing our style from back in the day? Careful, young one.”

Charles, cocking an eyebrow, shoots back at Max, “Especially considering the only thing in your closet is Red Bull merch.”

The group bursts into laughter, Max chuckling and nodding in acknowledgment. “Touche, Leclerc. Touche.”

[unhinged-millennial]

Kimchay fic idea

Kim is on a mission and needs to get away before he's killed. He can't wait for backup and calls a cab/Uber, seeing it will be faster. His ride arrives, and his driver is Chay, who is super chatty and talks non-stop. Unfortunately, the guys Kim's running from pull up behind them and start shooting, and Kim just tells Chay to pull over and let him out. Chay just says, "Ah no, I've been waiting for a moment like this!" Presses a button, and his car just turns into a modified street racing car, and the song "Tokyo Drift" starts playing in the car. Chay tells Kim to hold on and floors it. Kim is shocked, to say the least, to find out the cute chatty driver is a professional street racer. But now he has found his new getaway driver for missions and has a crush.

(If you like the idea, feel free to write it. Just let me know so I can read it)

[yayasvalveplay]

https://www.tumblr.com/yayasvalveplay/783890766123663360/

ABO Alpha Megatron bitching Alpha Optimus has me in a fucking mental chokehold ngl (so im just going to dump what I've been imagining here for yall to enjoy lmao) love some Alpha on Alpha or rather 'Not So Alpha Anymore'

Especially if Optimus is seen as peak alpha physique by labourframe standards, a real hunk but by warframe standards he's a butch twunk

Warframe omegas tend to be slender speedsters like seekers & racers so they can scarper the second something becomes a threat to their bitty while labourframe omegas tend to be bulky so bitties has plenty of padding while they keep on trucking,

the alpha labourframes being more agile to weave between the omegas on their Convoys but still big enough to haul sparklings & other precious cargo around, while alpha warframes are massive to dominate the battlefield & draw attention away from their more delicate omegas

Betas of both frameclasses tend to have a mix of traits, but primarily fulfill the supportive roles in child rearing such as teaching, guarding, & scouting areas for threats, being quite small in labourframes they're about to get into tight places to retrieve troublemaker sparklings or help them hide while warframes are flexible able to act as escorts to new flyers & racers or expecting omegas in their Battalion, keeping pace & being better able to tank hits from crashes or provide battlefield backup to alphas

So when Megs starts bitching Optimus with BA's help he starts gaining more seeker traits & oftentimes gets mistaken for a warframe beta until a bot gets close enough to catch his scent & smell how fertile he is & the alpha's claim, meanwhile to Optimus's Megatron's massive frame reads as ideal for carrying a big litter

Also means that a beta autobot like Blurr setting off all the 'is peak warframe omega' bells to alpha Shockwave, who has plans on helping the speedster reach his 'full potential' by bitching him now that he knows that it can be done, BA has helpfully given him a recipe for the necessary medication he can mix into his agent's rations, Blurr has no idea what's happening to him when he starts sprouting weapons system like his energy saw & assumes he must be some kind of omega Con sleeper agent whos failing suppressants are letting a heat bring his warframe coding to the front, the dilemma tearing him apart does he continue to live as an intelligence agent as if nothings wrong or turn himself in to his omega superior Longarm,

It would be real fun if Blurr's timing glitch meant things progressed much faster then Shockwave accounted for leading to Blurr going into an unexpected heat exposing himself as a warframe omega to someone else in AHC who blackmails & exploits him, or maybe multiple bots are present & take turns putting their new warframe breeder to good use since breeding Starscream to produce the jettwins worked so well

Optimus' alpha coding conflicts with his developing heat coding & demands he fight off the rival alpha (Megatron) & mate with the omega in heat that it can sense so close (himself) so he's super horny & feisty & Megatron thinks its so cute when he confusedly & angrily alternates between trying to maul Megatron & trying to mate him, just rutting up against the leg or closed panel of the larger bot, the first time he goes into a heat Megatron opens up his valve panel & lets Optimus work himself into a frenzy because no matter how many time he knots he can still smell an unsatisfied omega in heat, he's chewing at Megatron plating in frustration Megatron pulls his face up with a claw only for Optimus to latch onto it & start suckling like a starving mech, Megatron spends a few minutes pumping his digit into the Prime's throat until it makes him cry

Which is about when Megatron wrestles the smaller mech into a pin & prys his valve covers open with the tip of his spike before plunging in & giving the omega coding the alpha knot it's looking for, when Optimus sobers up & comes back to himself he's still stuck panel to panel with Megatron as warframe knots take a lot longer to unlock since warframe omegas are so flighty they can be hard to catch/corner even while in heat

Maybe BA could have been there taking notes & samples for her research & can tease Optimus about how cute his blissed out face was when Megs made him overload on his knot, Optimus' alpha coding still recognised her as a beta from his Convoy so let her get close & do whatever she wanted while he's in rut/heat so she has plenty of vials of different fluids, transfluid, energon, coolant etc, she says she's going to have to figure out a way to artificially induce his heats so she can collect samples as the process progresses

When Optimus tries to argue with her Megatron starts waxing lyrical about how much he enjoyed watching the prime struggle to take his claw & wondering how much more he'd struggle to take Megatron's knot in his intake while massaging his spike where it makes Optimus' protoform bulge, she says that would probably break his voice box so they'd have some peace & quiet

I have some other ideas for what other designations bots would have, alpha lugnut, beta blitzwing, omega starscream, alpha lockdown, omega bulkhead, beta prowl, beta bumblebee, beta arcee, omega ratchet, alpha grimlock, omega soundwave, beta jettwins, beta cliffjumper, alpha ultra magnus etc

Lockdown would definitely wanna bitch Prowl & tried to make Ratchet & Arcee part of his Convoy before, both Prowl & Ratchet have nightmares about waking up tied down to a lab table & tied to the bounty hunter by his knot

_Cu🐗

Imagine waiting for the right moment to fuck your pretty little Omega. Only for his heat to come unexpectedly, And now suddenly everyone is fucking the Omega, because They are all horny, and now Longarm has to rescue Blurr, umm, right after watching him getting transfluid all over his plating.

Ad when He is saved, well He's getting Blurr to purge any transfluid that made its way into his forge, so he can have a clean slate so he can fuck his pups into him, and not random bots.

And because Optimus transformation from Alpha to Omega is slower then Blurrs transfomation, He is going to go haywire, and think an Omega is in heat when in fact it's him. He's the one going into heat, and not a rut.

And Megatron is very smug about this fact. He is so fragging horny, but he wants Optimus to be in a frenzy before he knots him.

As for the Lockdown- It's only a nightmare. Because he will NOT get to them. Drift and Jazz will make sure of that.

[dulafer]

MY SPORTS STORIES

I did this with grouping my cop/police stories, so thought I'd do same for my sports stories. They're long and detailed, you have to download the PDF. Let me know what you think..... the good, the bad and the ugly. Any feedback is appreciated.

Backup Quarterback - Man discovers his very successful twin brother

Benched - A minor league baseball player turns to podcasting, his twin turns into him.

High School Quarterback - High school jock/quarterback needs his twin's help to keep out of trouble. Twin falls in love with his life.

Indy Racer - Girlfriend sick of her famous boyfriend's lack of attention, recruits his twin to replace him.

Name, Image & Likeness - A story about a college basketball player with a bright future, and his less successful twin brother.

NFL Player - Twin discovers his brother is a famous NFL player for a Miami player. Updated and corrected.

Racer - Italian motorsport racer is replaced by his twin brother.

[natsuki208]

Here it is! A character study for my take on Real!King Candy.

If they are hard to read on this pic, allow me to rewrite them here for you:

• R!King Candy has brighter, larger eyes, a slightly smaller head, and rosier cheeks.

• In fact, his whole design is much closer to how the other racers look.

• The one who is the most precious to him is his daughter - Vanellope. He lightly spoils her and cheers for her during every race.

• She gets her thing for play-on-words from him.

• His role in Sugar Rush is a tutorial to give pop-up tips for new players.

• Since he’s an NPC, he can’t drive. 😂

• Turbo had him locked away in the fungeon for 15 years. And since Turbo used parts of his coding, he kept his memories.

———

(I swear I did not steal these from someone else, it’s just a coincidence that we have similar ideas)

Tagging: @king-candybug-backup and @mondo-tastic (just in case)

[devilstruly]

i need part 2 of the racer au with jason… please.. i beg…

oh it will happen

i have so many ideas and prompts

here's one for the time being

after a few weeks since you've struck your deal, jason starts watching the races in person

nobody knows why (that's a lie everyone knows he wants to see you bc he's a simp) but he's in his full red hood fit and gear, standing off to the side with his goons while they cheer you on

but then, just as you're about to cross the finish line, some asshole slams into you from the side and sends your car into a tree

you're fine, barely a scratch but you've lost a car and more importantly

jason is losing his temper

meanwhile everyone who knows him is like

oh shit, oh crap, he's going- marcus, where are our guns boss might need backup!

pft. boss is not the one who'll need backup here chris

cue jason beating the shit out of the guy before you even make it back to that area

and you obviously didn't even see the guy who hit you because of the speed and adrenaline and everything so you just go up to those two causally

damn, what'd that poor thing do as you silently drool over jason’s back muscles

and chris and marcus just share a look between themselves and go nothing

[spookyviibesneverland]

Since you guys are backups of all existing TurboTime characters, what about games with extra characters? Like say if there another racer?

(Asking how things like people having TurboTime ocs would work in your au (: )

What Set has on his face are bandages, as his face was chewed and eaten away.

His code was chewed away, and he can barely maintain a normal form anymore.

[1-800-crscnt]

-jobs I think some clones would have in a post-war “clones are legally seen as people” universe-

Cody: plant + animal farmer. sees it as both a new experience/challenge (land, terrestrial plants and animals) but also slightly similar to what he was used to as a marshal commander. likes the hard work & care required for this lifestyle but cares more about the payoff of it all. will underestimate mint at some point.

Rex: fisherman of some kind. i don’t really have a reason for this, it just seems very likely to me. probably enjoys the peace and solitude it can bring after years of being in the situations he’s been in, but likes the learning aspect and self-sufficient parts of knowing how to fish. could also like the thrill of wrestling large fish that have bodycounts and going to competitions about it, maybe all of these options at once. possibly worries a lot about everyone else and is always sending them photos of him fishing so they respond with their own thing.

Fox: nice try. stays unemployed in a comfortable cabin in some isolated town and loves it. if he needs money, he’ll cash in on favors or do small favors for his brothers.

Wolffe: also tempted to stay unemployed, but gets restless + depressed, becomes a woodworker. doesn’t care about it at first since it’s just a way to get money and stay busy, but develops a liking towards the methodical work and the feeling of creating something very meaningful and/or beautiful with his own hands. ends up liking to create furniture for his brothers getting settled down as a hobby, but creates gothic decorations to sell as his main thing. possibly gets less depressed.

Bly: security guard, would quit, then become a geologist. liked how similar being a security guard was to being a marshal commander at times, but overall hated being reminded of how a lot of people saw/see clones. found more peace in geology bc of how delicate/patient/focused he had to be (helps reinforce his belief that he’s not a violent machine capable of nothing else), also loves learning and sharing knowledge in general. doesn’t really like working with other geologists, tends to not communicate being angry since he’s used to shutting up to get a job done. but he’s dealing. sort of.

Doom: would probably also be unemployed but because he keeps quitting any job after about a month. just can’t find anything that calls to him or keeps him happy, but knows his end goal is to have a life involving lots of plants. doesn’t enjoy being unemployed because he tends to see it as a personal failing on his part, ends up very stressed. Wolffe tries to give advice on just jumping right into plant stuff and making money off it, but Doom is hesitant to make something he loves into a job he might end up hating and quitting again.

Bacara: part-time piercer, part-time bounty hunter. likes to call them both his “piercing jobs” to the discomfort of nearly everyone else. prefers bounty hunting since he thinks it’s more necessary + familiar, but would give it up first if he was forced to only choose one (more stable pay + might live longer). backup plan is to fake his death (unnecessary & regardless of situation) and become a librarian or historian with a fake accent. sort of a nerd anyway, so this isn’t the end of the world for him, and likes how he can get away with dissociating more than he used to.

Neyo: surprisingly, professional racer. refuses to explain how he got this idea, his motives, and where the next event will be, but likes it when his brothers somehow show up. loves the exhilaration, risk (huge adrenaline junkie) and how his outfit looks. also likes the bragging rights. backup plan is to fake his death (again, unnecessary & regardless of situation) and secretly live with Bacara, becoming a chef because he likes working with knives + feeding hungry people fulfills his desire to be useful in some way. has yet to tell Bacara any of this, actually finds not saying anything about it really funny.

[lilghostiequinni]

Podium & Champagne Kisses

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Hamilton! F1 Mercedes racer!female oc (Layana) x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy,

Summary: For the first time in history, there is no photo finish that can choose the winner of a Formula One Grand Prix. It becomes less about the win and more about the champange.

Requested: NO / yes

2024 - Silverstone

Lewis Hamilton stood before a few interviews talking about his emotional, record-breaking 9th win at his home race of Silverstone.

His sister had gotten to him even before their father, toughing her arms around Lewis, tears streaming down her face.

When the hug was over, she looked at him, and he nodded. She moved out of the way for their father, then went over to Lando and hugged him, having a long-time friendship with the McLaren driver.

But now, Lewis drew back to the present after talking to his team for a few minutes, he was told it was okay to make the announcement of his replacement in the 2025 season.

He stood in front of the interviewer and the microphone; the question he was asked was, "Who would you like to replace at Mercedes next season?"

"Well, there are a few different answers to that question on who I would like to replace me because there are many great drivers who have and are being considered, and I was given the okay by the team and Toto to tell who would be replacing me. It was a long and lengthy decision on who. It was decided that my little sister, Layana, would be taking over my seat; she actually doesn't know yet that she's being offered the seat. So, Surprise!" Lewis said at length.

The interviewer expressed surprise, as did Layana, who was inside the Mercedes garage watching the interviews.

When Lewis got back to the garage, he told his sister that what he said was true, that she was, in fact, the new driver for Mercedes with George come 2025.

The week between Silverstone and Hungary, the contract between Mercedes and Layana Hamilton became official, and it was announced that Layana Hamilton would be taking her brother, Lewis's seat at Mercedes in 2025.

It was accompanied by an article detailing the career that Layana had followed.

The article/

Layana Hamilton's rise to Formula One seat in Mercedes

Layana Hamilton started her career in karting alongside other drivers such as Lando Norris, George Russell, and Alex Albon. She raced in Formula 2 alongside both drivers, opting out of joining the 2019 season of Formula One. She entirely changed motorsports for the 2019 season, opting to be a backup reserve driver for McLaren F1 but pursuing the season in the sport of MotoGP, the motorcycle version of Formula One.

In 2020, Hamilton returned to the sport of Formula One as a reserve driver for McLaren. During the 2020 season, she had gone off to the 24-hour Le Mans race, replacing Norman Nato in the Rebellion Racing at the last minute.

In 2021, Layana returned as a reserve driver, actually being able to race in Silverstone for a sick Daniel Riccardo and again in Russia.

2022 wasn't much different than 2020, having just been a reserve driver and again racing in the 24-hour Le Mans, changing teams to the Toyota Gazoo Racing, replacing Mike Conway for the race after what happened about 2 days before the race.

In the 2023 season of Formula One, Hamilton was offered a death at McLaren F1, which she did not take again, opting instead to move to the new McLaren team in the latest endeavor of the F1 Academy, eventually winning the season. She was also added to Ferrari AF Corse at the last minute in place of James Calado.

In the latest season of 2024, she moved from McLaren to Mercedes in F1 Academy and is again leading the championship. Layana also again competed in the 24-hour Le Mans race and, for the second time, with the winning team of Ferrari AF Corse.

So, it can be expected for great things from Layana Hamilton in the coming 2025 season.

Layana Hamilton celebrated her contract signing at Mercedes with her long-time boyfriend, Lando Norris. She went out and celebrated and partied because she got a seat.

She was ready, though before she offered, she wasn't ready. It didn't feel right each time she offered, and this time it felt right, it felt different.

Lando had been with her through it all. He knew the circumstances of other seasons that she turned down in previous seasons.

Lando knew why it didn't feel right each time. It was because of Lewis. He knew that it was different because of her brother, it wasn't some team offering her a contract like the last two times, it was her rock for the better part of her life, her big brother that offering her something she wanted.

2025 - Silverstone

It was Layana's first home race.

Her nerves were almost getting the better of her when arms wrapped around her from behind.

"It's okay, love. Just breathe. Come on. In. Out," It was Lando, Layana knew just from the tone of his voice.

Layana followed him with her breathing, calming down with each breath.

The race started with Lando at the pole and Layana at the second.

Before the end of the first lap, Layana was leading, and Lando had fallen behind Max into second.

5 laps to go, and Layana and Lando had been switching lead of the race the whole race.

When the chequered flag waved, it was a tie.

Lando and Layana crossed the finish at the same time. Not even a photo finish could determine the winner. The stewards determined that they both won.

"And the winner of the 2025 Silverstone, for the first time in history, is a tie. The winners are Layana Hamilton, for her maiden win in Formula One, and Lando Norris, for his first win at his home Grand Prix.

After that, there were bottles of champagne and kisses til there was no air in their lungs.

There was also the publication of Layana and Lando's relationship when he kissed her on the podium.

A/N: Follower Cele 1, here. I'm a little behind. I know that's what I'm doing today.

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[atlasthegreatest]

Racing Though Life / Ronny Robinson x Sibling! Gender Neutral Reader

Headcanons about you, the reader, being Ronny’s sibling and also a Ranger.

Word count: 3205

A/n: This was requested by an anon. I hope you enjoy it! PS: I haven’t watched Operation Overdrive in ages. So, forgive me if there’s some mischaracterization.

— How is their dynamic as siblings?—

Y/n and Ronny have the kind of sibling bond where they’re always teasing each other but will throw hands for one another at a moment’s notice.

Ronny hypes Y/n up more than anyone—whether it’s training, missions, or just random challenges, she’s always in their corner.

On bad days, she’ll take them for a ride in one of her cars, blasting music to get their mind off things.

Y/n does the same for her by being the one person she can be vulnerable with—when the pressure of being a Power Ranger and a famous racer gets to her, they remind Ronny that she’s more than her achievements.

If anyone messes with Y/n outside of battle, Ronny immediately switches to big sister mode. “You got a problem with my sibling? ‘Cause I will race circles around you till you cry.”

She loves embarrassing Y/n in front of a crush, casually mentioning their childhood antics just to see them groan.

They both have ridiculous inside jokes that no one else understands. Dax once tried to keep up but gave up after five minutes.

Y/n once dared Ronny to race an obstacle course in a ridiculous outfit, and she did it—because she never backs down from a challenge.

The sibling rivalry is real, but at the end of the day, if Y/n had to choose anyone to fight alongside, it would always be Ronny.

Y/n and Ronny are constantly competing—who can finish training exercises first, who can defeat the most enemies in battle, and who can eat more pizza in one sitting. The others don’t even question it anymore.

Whenever Y/n wins, Ronny is so dramatic about it. “Okay, okay, you win this round, but I let you win. Obviously.”

When she wins, she’ll remind Y/n of it for weeks. Mack once had to step in just to make her stop bringing up a training match she won.

Ronny loves teasing Y/n, and they always have a comeback ready.

“So, you gonna trip over your own feet again today, or are you actually gonna keep up with me?”

“At least I don’t get stuck in walls when I use my speed.”

“…You bring that up one time and suddenly it’s a personality trait.”

The team witnessed the two go back and forth for a full ten minutes before anyone could get a word in.

Even though they roast each other constantly if anyone else tries to insult Y/n? Ronny’s immediately like, “Oh, you must be new here. Only I get to make fun of them.”

— How is their dynamic as Power Rangers?—

Y/n and Ronny have flawless teamwork on the battlefield. She’s fast, they’re strategic, and together, they overwhelm enemies before they can react.

If she rushes in too fast, Y/n’s the one reminding her to slow down. “Ronny, wait—” too late, she’s already mid-attack.

Sometimes, though, their combined confidence makes them both reckless, leading to Spencer sighing and Mack shaking his head when the siblings return to the base covered in bruises.

“You two have to stop jumping into things without backup,” Will grumbles.

“But we won, didn’t we?” Ronny smirks, and Y/n high-fives her.

Everyone groans, but deep down, they know the two are one of the best duos in the team.

If one of them lands a cool hit, the other hypes it up immediately.

Y/n sweeps an enemy’s legs.

“OH! Did you see that? That was sick!”

“I am kind of amazing.”

The villains are so confused when the two start casually bickering mid-battle.

“You missed.”

“No, I meant to do that.”

“Oh yeah? Sure.”

But the second one of them is in real trouble, the other is dead serious. No jokes, no hesitation, just pure determination to protect each other.

If either one of them is in trouble, the other is always the first to react. There’s no hesitation—just pure instinct.

Y/n once got surrounded during a battle, and before they could even call for backup, Ronny zoomed in and took down three enemies before Y/n could blink. “C’mon, you gotta be faster than that!”

If Ronny gets captured or taken down, Y/n goes feral. The team knows not to get in their way when they’re fighting to get her back.

— What is Y/n’s dynamic with the other Rangers?—

—Mack (The responsible leader):

Mack sees Y/n as another sibling and secretly enjoys watching them and Ronny bicker.

Y/n respects his leadership, but they’re not afraid to challenge his decisions when necessary.

“Look, Mack, I get where you’re coming from, but I think we need a backup plan in case this goes wrong.”

He appreciates Y/n’s level-headedness, especially when Ronny is being extra chaotic.

When Y/n and Ronny both get reckless, Mack just sighs. “Why do I feel like I’m babysitting twins?”

— Will ( The chill sniper) :

Will acts like he’s too cool to get involved in sibling drama, but he secretly enjoys watching it.

“You two are like a comedy show. I should start charging for tickets.”

They sometimes team up for stealth missions since they both have a tactical approach.

They both love teasing Ronny together.

— Dax (The goofball):

Dax considers Y/n and Ronny his chaos partners. The three are always causing mischief.

“Wait, you guys also snuck extra desserts from the kitchen?”

The two sometimes compete with him to see who can come up with the most over-the-top battle move names.

Even though they tease each other, they have each other’s backs in battle—Dax knows Y/n’s someone he can count on.

“Okay, okay, serious moment—you’re awesome, and I’d follow you into battle any day.”

“Wow, thanks, Dax. That was almost deep.”

“Yeah, you feeling okay?”

—Rose (The smart one and the crush):

Oh boy. Y/n has such a huge crush on Rose, and it is painfully obvious.

Ronny picks up on it immediately.

“Oh, I see what’s happening here.” Smirks. “You like Rose.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You so do.”

Ronny would find every opportunity to push the two together.

“Hey, Rose, need a sparring partner? My dear sibling here is very available.”

Y/n groans as Rose raises an eyebrow at them.

Despite Y/n’s awkwardness, Rose likes working with them because they’re dependable and have good ideas.

The team notices how Y/n gets extra serious when they’re paired up with her, trying not to mess up.

Rose definitely appreciates how Y/n listens to her ideas and back her up in battle without hesitation.

When they get injured, she’s one of the first to check on them. “Are you okay? You shouldn’t be so reckless.” She places a hand on Y/n’s arm, and they short-circuit.

Ronny, watching from a distance: “Oh yeah, they’re so in love.”

— Spencer (The mentor/father figure):

Spencer sees Y/n as another one of his kids and always has a witty remark about Ronny and Y/n’s sibling antics.

“Ah, yes, another day of ‘The Ronny and Y/n Show.’ Should I get popcorn?”

He’s also weirdly good at giving relationship advice.

“If you’d like, I can casually mention to Rose how heroic and intelligent you are.”

“Spencer, please—”

— Bonus Headcanons:

Y/n and Ronny constantly prank each other. She once filled Y/n’s boots with confetti, so they dyed her favorite racing gloves pink.

Every time Y/n and Rose get paired up for a mission, Y/n is dying inside the whole time.

Ronny tells Rose embarrassing stories about them.

“Did you know Y/n used to sleep with—”

Y/n tackles her before she can finish.

The two are always turning everything into a competition. Who can run faster? Who can eat more pizza? Who can stay up later without crashing?

One time, they both tried to see who could hold a plank longer, and Spencer walked in 15 minutes later like, “I see you two are at it again.”

If there’s a video game in the base, forget it. No one else is getting a turn. It’s just Y/n and Ronny battling it out while the others place bets on who will win.

“Come on, just admit I’m better at this!”

“In your dreams, Ronny.”

The moment Ronny realized Y/n liked Rose, she made it her personal mission to make them as flustered as possible.

[madehellline]

Sooo... i never posted anything in here... it's my first fic after so much time, 'cause i heard the song called "Peligrosa" by Urias and i was like, yep i think i'll try something :) ... i hope you guys like :) English is not my first language, so i beg you pardon for any errors

🏁 Street Racer!Reader x Police Officer!Geto Suguru

Title: “Peligrosa”

The city pulsed like a hot engine at 3AM. Skyscrapers sweated neon and smoke. The asphalt vibrated under her steps — black combat boots, steel soles.

“She’s here.” Someone whispered in the crowd, but no one dared to approach. Everyone knew who she was. (Y/n), queen of the street races. Or, as they called her in illegal betting circles: Peligrosa, for her iconic Brazilian-made car.

Hood down, red lipstick on, she leaned against her ride — a matte black 1975 Chevrolet Chevette with burnt pink accents. Painted by hand, scarred by every race she’d ever won.

The radio hummed a deep, slow beat — sensual, heavy. The same beat echoed inside her chest: heart racing, adrenaline pumping.

— “The road’s mine tonight.” she said, without even glancing at anyone.

— “She’s racing Yuki?” — “They’ve got history.”

(Y/n) smirked. The streetlights caught her eyes like headlights in the dark.

Tonight was for vengeance. Or redemption. Or maybe just another race where the world could end — and she wouldn’t care. After all, she knew the city streets like the back of her hand. And if he showed up again, she’d know exactly how to drive him mad in the chase.

(Y/n) spotted her rival pulling up in her Nissan Silvia. Friends, yes — but rivals tonight. In this underground world, respect was earned with rubber, speed, and risk.

(Y/n) slid into her seat and aligned her Chevette to the starting line. A notification lit up on her phone — the route for tonight’s race. She glanced at it and smiled: tight curves, perfect for drifting. Her specialty. Her obsession. Her pleasure.

She’d built her car for nights like this.

Yuki pulled up beside her, revving hard and cutting the limiter, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

Takuma Ino, brown-haired and sharp-eyed, stepped forward. He waited for the green light from the hackers — the ones hijacking the city’s security cams and police scanners.

The signal came. Time to start.

— “Ready?” — 3... 2... 1... GO!

(Y/n) slammed into first gear. The front wheels lifted off the ground. Her entire body vibrated with the engine's roar. Each gear shift was a hit of dopamine. Each drift, a shot of fire to her veins.

She was alive.

She reached the main road — Shibuya — the legendary curve where Mr. Han from Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift had his “fake death.”

She honked hard. Pedestrians screamed and scattered, mesmerized by the spectacle of her car carving the curve with precision and fire.

But then — the sound.

Sirens.

— “Of course he’s here,” she smiled, almost fondly. — “This is his district, after all.”

Her phone rang.

— “It’s Geto, right?” — “Yeah,” Ino replied. “He’s got backup this time. Guess he’s still mad about the last chase. Be careful.” — “When am I not?” She chuckled. — “Is he alone again?” — “Yup. Ever since your last escape, the white-haired guy doesn’t ride with him anymore.” — “Hmmm… perfect. Might play a little.”

— “Gonna live up to the name Peligrosa?” — “Always.” — “Take care.” — Click.

— “Ok Google, call Yuki.” — Calling Yuki...

— “Geto?” Yuki answered immediately. — “Geto.” — “I’m out,” she laughed. “Good luck with your cop boyfriend.” — Click.

(Y/n) looked to her left. The flashing lights got closer. There he was.

Geto Suguru. Perfect as ever. Brown eyes sharper in the night. Black hair tied back. Uniform fitted, flexing over his arms.

He pulled up beside her in the modified police car — his usual Nissan GTR, only louder. Meaner.

She grinned.

💭 Flashback: Their Last Chase

The night it rained, the city blurred around her.

(Y/n) flew through the narrow tunnel in Meguro. She knew he’d follow. He always did.

She left breadcrumbs. She wanted to be caught.

The GTR’s siren wailed behind her, closer and closer.

She drifted cleanly into an alley between two buildings. Tight. Too tight for him.

But Geto tried anyway. And got stuck.

(Y/n) parked down the block and walked back, smug.

— “Again?” he groaned.

She leaned on the hood of his car, grinning.

— “You should know my style by now, Suguru.”

He climbed out, furious and gorgeous.

— “You think this is funny?” — “No,” she said, stepping closer. “I think you’re funny. Bringing a boat to a knife fight.”

He stared at her — frustration burning, but something deeper flickering underneath.

— “One day, you won’t get away.”

She tilted her head, eyes glinting.

— “Maybe that day isn’t today.”

She turned and ran back to her car, leaving tire smoke and tension in the air.

🚨 Present: The Almost Kiss

Now, in the dark heart of Roppongi, he was right behind her.

She drifted sharply into a hidden side road — no cams, no traffic. He followed.

She slammed the brakes and stopped the Chevette sideways. The GTR skidded into a stop, centimeters from her door.

Both stepped out.

— “What the hell is your problem?!” Geto shouted.

She met his fury with calm fire.

— “Same as yours. We don’t know how to stop.”

He stepped closer. Too close.

— “Should I arrest you now?”

— “Do it,” she whispered. “Cuff me.”

He reached up, hand curling under her jaw.

Breaths shallow. Lips almost touching.

Then—

Crackle. “Officer Geto, backup needed in Shinjuku. Level 3.”

He closed his eyes. Stepped back.

— “One day, you won’t get away.”

(Y/n) leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

— “And one day, you won’t let me go.”

She vanished into the city once again. Leaving him standing under neon light, tasting the memory of her — like smoke, gasoline... and the thrill of almost.

[xoln04f1xo]

DRIVE ME CRAZY - MV01

He’s a hot-headed street racer, you’re the new cop in town. After chasing him for months, you're forced to work together on a city charity race. Sparks (and tires) fly.

Warnings: reckless driving, swearing, police chase

WC: 1.2k

Divider credit: @strangergraphics

The city had a heartbeat.

You heard it in the late-night hum of neon signs, the muted thrum of base from clubs that never really closed, and the hiss of tires over wet pavement. But tonight, that pulse was quickening.

You were parked just outside the edge of the old industrial quarter - where the warehouses had long since stopped warehousing anything but trouble. Your shift was winding down. Or it should’ve been. But the radio static had that edge to it - the kind that came just before someone said something that would ruin your night.

The dispatcher’s voice came in over the chatter, calm but clipped. “All units, we’ve got a possible 10-80 in progress. Suspect vehicle matches the RB7, heading northbound on Crosswell.”

You looked up.

Crosswell was two blocks away.

And that meant him.

You didn’t even wait for backup. You threw the cruiser into gear and peeled out, tires barking against the asphalt. Lights on. Siren silent - for now.

Max Verstappen.

The name had become an urban legend among officers in your precinct. Some of the rookies thought the nickname "RB7" was a myth, like some kind of ghost car. But you knew better. You’d chased him twice now. You’d gotten close. Close enough to see the curl of his smirk in the rear view. Close enough to know he wasn’t just fast - he was smart. Calculated. He raced like he could see five moves ahead of you.

But tonight? Tonight felt different.

You turned onto Croswell and immediately caught a flash of light - a chrome reflection disappearing around the corner of 16th Street. You gunned it.

Your cruiser snarled to life, struggling to keep up as you weaved through thinning traffic. He was heading east, where the buildings got tighter and the streets turned to spaghetti. Exactly where he wanted you. A playground of dead ends and shortcuts.

And still, you chased.

“Unit four, visual on suspect?” the radio buzzed in again.

“Affirmative,” you replied. “RB7 is headed eastbound on Mercer. Requesting intercept on Sheridan.”

“Copy. Unit three en route.”

You hung a sharp left, your shoulder slamming into the door from the g-force. He was still in sight, his taillights glowing red in the night. The RB7 wasn’t any normal car. It was low, light, tuned for tight cornering. You’d read the file. Some of the modifications were borderline illegal, maybe fully illegal, depending on how generous the paperwork had been.

But Max didn’t care. He drove like he had nothing to lose.

And you? You drove like you were going to be the first person to catch him.

He made a hard right without braking - just a burst of controlled oversteer - and vanished between two warehouse units. You hit the brakes just a second too late and cursed under your breath as you overran the corner. By the time you corrected, he was already gone.

Again.

You took the turn anyway. The alley was narrow, littered with broken glass and the occasional trash fire, but you pushed forward, knowing he’d baited you here. You scanned every shadow, every chain-link fence with a gap in it, every shuttered garage.

And then... nothing.

He was gone.

You slammed the palm of your hand against the wheel, frustration rising like steam in your chest. The cruiser idled, engine ticking, mocking you with the stillness.

Then, like a horror movie jump scare in reverse, someone knocked on your window.

You froze.

And turned.

There he was.

Leaning against your door like he’d been waiting all night. Arms crossed. Hoodie pulled up but not hiding much. Max Verstappen. In the flesh. In your space.

You scrambled out of the car, but not before locking eyes with him.

He grinned. The smug kind of grin - the kind that said I win.

“You again,” you said.

“Me again,” he replied. His accent curled the words, smooth but just sharp enough to sound like a dare.

You reached for your cuffs. He took a lazy step back, unhurried.

“Easy, officer,” he said, hands mockingly raised. “I’m not resisting. I’m just… talking.”

“This is a restricted zone. You’re trespassing.”

“You didn’t see me in a car,” he said, and it was technically true. “Just a guy walking. Maybe I was out for a jog.”

You exhaled sharply through your nose. “You’re out of your fucking mind if you think that’s going to work.”

He leaned in a fraction. You caught the scent of fuel, metal, and something unexpected - clean soap, or maybe mint. Infuriating.

“You’re getting better,” he said softly. “Almost caught me this time. That shortcut on Mercer? Clever. Most don’t try that. You think fast.”

“Then stop running,” you snapped.

He tilted his head, those ice-blue eyes narrowing. “Where’s the fun in that?”

There it was again - the game. For him, it wasn’t about evading the law. It was about you. The chase. The thrill. You were his match, and he knew it. Worse, you knew it.

You stepped closer, closing the space. Your heart pounded - not from fear. Not from adrenaline.

“You keep playing like this, Max, you’re going to lose.”

He gave a soft laugh. “Maybe I’m waiting to see what happens when I do.”

You stared at each other for a beat too long.

Then, with a wink, he turned and bolted.

You started to follow - but stopped yourself.

He was already gone. Again. No backup. No visual. Nothing but his voice, echoing somewhere in your skull.

Maybe I’m waiting to see what happens when I do.

You returned to the precinct an hour later, running on fumes and frustration. You didn’t even make it to your desk before Lieutenant Grant intercepted you.

“I heard you went after Verstappen again.”

You gave a stiff nod. “Got close.”

Grant sighed and rubbed his temples like he had a Verstappen headache of his own. “You’re new here. You don’t have to play hero on night three.”

“He’s taunting us,” you replied, dropping your keys on your desk. “He knows the grid better than dispatch. And he’s not just fast - he’s surgical.”

“Yeah, well, good luck proving it,” Grant said, half-laughing. “Every time we get close, he disappears. No car. No prints. No video. Guy’s a ghost.”

You didn’t believe in ghosts.

But Max Verstappen?

He was real. Too real. And he was in your head.

By 3 a.m., you were still at your desk.

The station was quiet - just you, a half-empty mug of coffee, and the city map sprawled across your screen. You were tracing routes now. Marking where he’d been spotted. Trying to predict where he’d strike next.

You didn’t realize someone had approached until you heard a low whistle.

“Obsessive much?”

You looked up, startled.

Detective Rina Moreno, one of the night shift vets, leaned against the edge of your desk, brow raised.

“Working a theory,” you said.

“On Verstappen?” She smirked. “Don’t bother. He’s been playing chicken with this department for two years. No one catches him.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” you said, looking back at the map. “Everyone’s trying to catch him. I think it’s time someone started racing him.”

She stared at you for a moment, thoughtful.

“Well,” she said slowly, “if anyone’s crazy enough, it’s probably you.”

You left the station just before sunrise, exhausted but wired.

The city looked different in the early light - less dangerous, almost gentle. But you knew better. Somewhere out there, Max was probably asleep. Or tuning his car. Or planning the next game.

You didn’t know when the next chase would come.

But you knew this much: next time, you’d be ready.

And this time… you weren’t just chasing him.

You were going to catch him.

Chapter 2 ->

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[braedenslover]

🎞 SONGS WALLOWS SHOULD COVER .ᐟ.ᐟ

the playlist :3

definitely you - feed me jack

COLE VOCALS ARE YOU KIDDING ME. this song already sounds like him. AND THE SCATS OR WTV IN IT SOUND LIKE BRAEDEN. mr preston and mr lemasters get in that studio rn. mr dylan minnette you can do the woahs idc i just NEEEEEEED them to cover this song oh my good golly god.

electric u - kid bloom

HELLOOOOO BANGER ALERT!! dylan on main vocals and braeden on the backup ones yesyes ofc. this is one of my fav songs probably ever so it makes sense why i'd want my fav band to cover it LMFAOO. but fr. need. this. immediately.

good vibrations - the beach boys

a beach boys song being on here is expected me thinks. idk who would sing what ngl but i just know i need it

carried away - passion pit

idk who would sing this i just want it to happen LMFAOO

hometown - twenty one pilots

BRAEDEN LEMASTERS PLEASE. PLEASE SING THIS.

next semester - tøp

dylan. get up in that studio rn. also i just think they'd have so much fun doing this, if that means anything :3

somebody that i used to know - gotye, kimbra

DYLAN AS GOTYE AND BRAEDEN AS KIMBRA. THAT'S IT. THAT'S THE EXPLANATION. THAT'S WHAT I WANT.

don't let me down - the beatles

braeden on main PLEAAAASSSEEEE

northern downpour - panic! at the disco

SUGARCAAANNNEEE INNN THE EEEAAASYYY MORNINNNN!!! braeden as ryan ross plsplspls + dylan as brendon obvs.

summertime - my chemical romance

idk just give it to me

always - p!atd

dylan bc i said so.

there she goes - the la's

braeden vocals!!! needneedneed!!! also this song is just so nostalgic and i think they'd capture that beautifully no matter if they change the style of it or not :))

stuck on a puzzle - alex turner

erm braeden vocals again bc duh

12:51 - the strokes

COLE?? PERCHANCE?? but literally any 3 of them could take this and spin it if they wanted and i'd EAT IT UPPPP

cough syrup - young the giant

yeah that's braeden lemasters thank yewww

undercover martyn - two door cinema club

and if i said braeden again??

speed racer - her's

both dylan and braeden on this yupppp YUUUPPPP

eat that up, its good for you - tdcc

braeden on main and a mix of dylan and cole on backup. bc brae's voice fits so many songs with accents i'm sorry

hold it in - jukebox the ghost

okay so i was gonna say braeden again (who's shocked) but lowkey highkey i want cole on this SOOOO BADDDD like this IS HIM i fear. i now hear cole every time i listen to this.

televised - hunny

either both dylan and braeden or one of them, i'm sat for it

runaway - jack stauber

BRAEDEN LEMASTERS BRAEDEN LEMASTERS BRAEDEN LEMASTERS BRAEDEN LEMASTERS!!! THIS IS HIM!!!

florescent adolescent - arctic monkeys

once again, BRAEDEN LEMASTERS.

no fun (bonus track) - sex bob-omb (from scott pilgrim vs. the world)

dylan as stephen, cole as kim, and braeden as young neil.

blue lips - her's

idc WHO SINGS (braeden. it'll always be braeden.) but i wanna hear them play this so bad PLEASE THIS SONG IS BEAUTIFUL AND I JUST KNOW THE VOCALS WILL EAT.

god only knows - the beach boys

another beach boys song yuppp!!! i can lowkey see all of them singing this in their own way or together and i think this song is very them + its from their fav album (pet sounds) so i'd love to hear their interpretation of this!!

change your mind - the killers

ONE OF MY FAVVVV SONGSSSS!! my heart yearns for braeden, but my mind says dylan for this. maybe a secret cole version for funsies (i beg for cole vocals omfg)

okay that's it. my playlist will probs be updated over time and MAYBE i'll explain them (better than what i did for these)

BUT LMK IF YALL LIKE THESE LITTLE IDK SONG WANTS?? COVER WISHLIST?? IDFK GO STREAM MORE!!

[crossbowwwdotcom]

camilo's blue lock ff reccs ^_−☆ (as of december 25, 2023; may be updated):

- a shiver i cant shake by lockedskies .., 4k words and 1/1 chapters. a tabiori ff where they carpool on their way to bluelock from kansai which turns into a sort of roadtrip ff that lowkey had me kicking my legs

- behind the mask by kae_karo ... 6k words and 1/1 chapters. tabieita assasin au where theyre trying to kill each other but theyre pining!

- white tea and blackberry pie by juryrouge ... 12k words and 2/2 chapters. a kaisagi future ff from an outsiders pov of them slowly getting set up! its just rly cute

- electric blue by ithildin_23 ... 13k words and 4/? chapters. ANOTHER kaisagi ff where theyre all content creators! isagi is a gamer whos RLLY good at valo and kaiser is a blogger. unfortunately discontinued but still one of my favs!

- and if you flow with me (i hope it goes slow) by xshieru .., 18k words and 1/1 chapters. RLLLY cute bachisagi ff where they slowly get together over the course of blue lock. just generally rlly cute ^^

- im scared you wont be waiting on the other side by jumpinginmuddypuddles ... 7k words and 2/6 chapters. bachisagi where isagi is being hunted down and bachira is his bodyguard. very good but it hasnt been updated in so long so 😔

- like staccatos by rinksskii ... 18k words and 3/? chapters. rinsagi orchestra au with a very interesting plot that im very curious about!! sadly has not been updated in a while

- customer service by amazing__gracie ... 3k words and 1/1 chapters (but is the second work of a two work series!). very funny rinsagi where rin is a racer and isagi is an awesome mechanic. from the tags: "rin likes isagi" "isagi likes rin's car"

- no mountain too high, no river too wide by miyaeruisa .,, 36k words and two work series. featuring: figure skating kaisagi. GODDD ITS SO GOOD!! rivals to lovers with great amounts of balance of focus on the individual chars and their relationship and one of my favs to reread (esp the second work)

- go together by heartbeatrelics ... 3k words and 1/1 chapters. nagireo ff where nagi is searching for an apartment for him and reo to live in while reo has no idea theyre gonna live together...theyre so domestic and ughhhh yeah!

- kintsugi kids by retrosas ... 10k words and 1/1 chapters. rare chigisagi ff where theyre childhood friends and chigiri is healing from his knee injury (+ an isagi injury). really good!

- got me feeling like damn! by retrosas ... 11k words and 2/2 chapters. allsagi ff with just. everyone simping over each other while at a bllk party. SOOO rereadable!! staged in the future

- apricot scones by orphan account ... 4k words and 1/1 chapters. soft coffee shop bachisagi EXCEPT a secret someone is actually spiderman!!!! sooo cute

- sights worth seeing by mxmasochist ... 15k words and 6/6 chapters. 5 + 1 ff featuring yukki's injury!! just some plain old good hurt/comfort

- rhythm only you can follow by katlov ... 8k words and 1/1 chapters. kurosagi in bastard munchen where theyre just. soft. real cute and kurona gets hit in the face

- and they were roomates by chameleonardodicaprio .., 17k words and 2/2 chapters. nagireo stuff that had me TAKING LAPS. this is so!!! nrhdkdvj!!!! just nagireo being gay and everyone speculating in the nel

- the third time by anonymous .., 66k 12/? chapters! rinsagi stuff where isagi is a super famous idol and rin is training to be his backup dancer!! realllly good stuff with both of them being good at what they do and. yeah!

- the universe thinks we should kiss or something by misstresssleepless ... 4k words and 1/1 chapters. AWESOME tabieita soulmate au where theyre just a little funky. figuring things out for 4k words basically

- im working on it by orphan account ... 52k words and 10/10 chapters. LAST CHAPTER IS SMUT beware!!! really good slow burn tabieita in blue lock with great character plot!! theyre so cute

- the little things by meemawz ... 1k words and 1/1 chapters. just a gen fic of isagis senses being way too strong. very cute hurt/comfort and fluff (i also love this trope so much plspls write more for this)

- streamer nagi cinematic universe by okwa ... 12k words and 4 works. what it says on the tin! js lots of cute stuff with nagireo!

see pt 2 here!

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This is such a good article, full of praise for George!!

Translation below (Heads up: I used deepl and didn't double check it)

George Russell's gala performance

Why does Mercedes need Verstappen?

GP Bahrain 2025

George Russell finished on the podium for the third time in the fourth race. The Mercedes driver's second place was a masterstroke in an almost total electronic blackout. Does Mercedes still need Max Verstappen?

George Russell is the best player for Red Bull. If the 27-year-old Englishman continues to drive races like the Bahrain Grand Prix, Mercedes will increasingly ask themselves whether they need Max Verstappen at all, should he be on the market. And Red Bull would have a better chance of keeping its star driver.

Russell got the best possible result from his Silver Arrow in each of the first four Grand Prix of the year. Three of them were podium finishes. Second place in Bahrain was the crowning glory of a flawless season so far. Just the fact that he blasted the two McLaren cars on a track where the Papaya racers seemed unbeatable is worthy of an honour.

But the final stint turned into a horror drive for Russell. Lando Norris in the rear-view mirror, the soft tyres at the end of their service life, and electronics that were gradually giving way. Modern Formula 1 cars cannot be driven without digital support. If the systems log off, then the driver has to be controlled remotely from the command centre.

But the final stint turned into a horror drive for Russell. Lando Norris in the rear-view mirror, the soft tyres at the end of their service life and electronics that were gradually giving up the ghost. Modern Formula 1 cars cannot be driven without digital support. If the systems log off, then the command centre has to control the driver remotely.

Russell activates DRS for 37 metres

It started with difficulties in the timekeeping system. Several drivers could no longer be located due to missing transponder signals. George Russell was the worst case. The Mercedes driver still appeared in the results, but there was a black hole where his lap and split times should have been.

The team could no longer track his driver on the time monitor. At the same time, the functions on Russell's steering wheel screen were logging off one after the other. As a result, he had no information about his own lap times and the gaps to his rivals.

The automated DRS activation also failed. The FIA then allowed the driver to operate the DRS mechanism manually. As other systems failed at the same time, the most important functions were reprogrammed to a backup button. The team instructed Russell to use the auxiliary button from then on, which was used for DRS activation as well as radio communication.

On the back straight, Russell tried to speak to his race engineer on the radio but unknowingly activated the DRS, which was controlled by the same button. He immediately realised the mistake and closed the rear wing again.

According to FIA protocol, it was open for over 37 metres, which gave Russell an advantage of 0.02 seconds. However, he voluntarily lifted the accelerator pedal before the next corner and thus gave away another 0.28 seconds. As a result, he escaped a penalty.

Failure of the brake-by-wire system

The worst part, however, was the failure of the brake-by-wire system twelve laps before the end. This regulates the brake force distribution between the normal brake system and the engine brake. "The brake-by-wire was sometimes there, sometimes gone, the pedal sometimes long, sometimes short.

I never knew when I could rely on it and when I couldn't. It was particularly difficult between turns 9 and 10. In between, I also had to constantly reset the individual functions."Because the brake-by-wire was on the verge of total failure, the engineers advised Russell to switch to the passive BBW system.

This deactivated the engine brake, but at least the driver could now rely on the brake balance again. Even if it was completely different from the first part of the race.

The second driver was spared the worst part of the race: the total failure of the display. ‘Then it really would have been a drive into the dark,’ explained chief strategist Rosie Wait. ‘George wouldn't even have had the LEDs to show him when to change gear.’ Russell added: ‘All the settings on the steering wheel would have been frozen at the level I last activated until the end of the race.’

What exactly caused the blackout could not be determined shortly after the race. Team boss Toto Wolff suspected some kind of bug in the wiring harness.

With old soft tyres against Norris

In addition to all the problems, the soft tyres were at their limit with a remaining distance of 25 laps. Russell got them over the distance with his fingertips. He showed that he can do this at Spa last year. At the same time, Lando Norris tried several times to snatch second place from Russell. In an intact McLaren with the more durable medium rubber.

However, the fourth-placed driver in the world championship fought off all attacks ice-cold. However, he admitted: ‘One more lap and Lando would have got past me without any problems.’ Wolff spoke of a ‘mega race’ by his team captain. "George saved us the podium. The fact that he lost virtually no time despite all the problems he had to manage was an extraordinary achievement."

It is slowly dawning on everyone at Mercedes that a Russell is perhaps just as good as a Verstappen. And even cheaper.