do you have a master list of all the audios? i need one place to find them all 😩
Motorsport Audio Masterlist Albon - Lawson
Leclerc-Ocon
Perez-Zhou
Male Listener Audios
Alex Albon
[M4F] [Script Offer] Early Morning With Your BF
[M4F] Be My Good Girl?
Fernando Alonso
noche de lluvia
buen-dia-amor
[M4F] Déjame ayudarte a dormir
Marcus Armstrong
A Soft Morning at the Beach [M4F]
[M4F] [script fill] Study break
Teaching you how to drive stick
Exhibitionist in front of the window
[M4F] Flatmates [painting]
[M4F][Script Fill] All Wrapped up
[M4F] It’s been a while
Peter Bonnington
[M4F] [Script Fill] Laundry Day
[F4M] Thanks for a Great Race, Wanna Fuck?
Valterri Bottas
[M4F] You Love It When I Put On A Suit, Don’t You?
Jenson Button
[M4F] Breakfast In Bed
Perfect The Way You Are.
I talk about going down on you
Sweetening up a Single Father [M4F]
Angela Cullen
[F4F] Taking Time For Yourself
Nyck De Vries
[M4A] [Ramblefap] I have to start with something...
[M4F] I'd say it was a pleasure but...
[M4F] Some Comfort
[M4F] Some heavy petting
My roommate, my vam[M4F]Feral Friday Ramblepire
[M4F]Feral Friday Ramble
Jack Doohan
shall we share my sleeping bag?
[M4F][Script Fill] Impulse Control
Felipe Drugovich
[M4F] Ramblefap #2
Pierre Gasly
[M4F] Boyfriend Waited Too Long For You And Can't Hold Himself Back
[M4F] Are you horny too?
[M4F] I do like your tits, speaking English can be hard fortunately I can do better things with my mouth
[M4F] Sleepy boyfriend wants you to come to bed to cuddle
[M4F] Helping you falling asleep
[M4F]The perfect gift
A Kiss, Or Two, To Wake Up
[M4F] Un réveil exceptionnel [FR]
[M4F] Unspeakable
[M4F] You and your crush have your first of many kisses
[M4F] Your beautiful breasts
[M4F][Improvisation]Sleepy boyfriend wants you to come to bed to cuddle
[M4F] Oh, you're studying? No, I'll just sit with you.
Lewis Hamilton
[M4F] Testing your strength against your boyfriend goes wrong... but very, very right
[M4F] Catching Daddy Playing
[M4F] A not-so-sneaky night of passion to cap off the week
[M4F] Fucking your brother's best friend.
[M4F][M4F(MMM)] You're my pretty little maid for game day. Won't you make my friends feel comfortable?
[M4F] You just can’t keep away, can you, Princess?
You're Safe With Me, My Darling
[M4F] Aw, is daddy's cock too big for you, princess? I don't care.
[M4F] Naughty Daddy fucks his little girl neighbour who's been teasing him for some time now.
[M4F] Distracting you from chores
[M4A][Improv] A needy "good morning" in the kitchen
[M4F] Needy Whore
[M4F][Script Fill] Honeymoon Swats
[M4A][OC] A sleeping gift for your overworked partner
[M4F][Script Fill] Shopping spree
[M4F][Script Fill] I saw what you did… Was that for me?
[M4F][Script Fill] Dominant friend needs an assistant
[M4F][Script Fill] Your Dom BF wants to make you cum while you game
Dennis Hauger
[M4F] I Will Hurt You, Princess
[M4F] Just Like That
[M4F] Warm Mushroom Soup
[M4F] Happy Ending Birthday
[M4F] Amateur Masseur
[M4F] A Farm by the Fjord
Christian Horner
[M4F] [Script Fill] The Sleepover DILF
Niko Hulkenberg
[M4F] Let’s see if you actually deserve more of my cum today
[M4A] You're Not Alone
[M4A] Unwind, and fall into relaxation with me
Callum Ilott
[M4F] You’re Sick, But It Doesn’t Bother Your Boyfriend
Michael Italiano
[M4F] Closing Time At the Gym
Liam Lawson
[m4f] Taking her virginity after a date
A Quickie with the fuck buddy
[M4F] Let Me Make You Feel Beautiful
Your doting boyfriend treats you to a night of relaxation and pleasure
[M4F] It’s been a while
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emergency contact // mercedes ( ii )
summary: in the sequel to 'you're on your own kid', y/n makes the first step in breaking out of her shell and overcoming her anxiety by attending her first race with the mercedes team. unfortunately for her, all it takes is four hours and a few text messages with a certain f2 driver to make things all come crashing down again.
things that i want, this happily ever after, you choke on your words just to swallow them after, asleep on the couch while you're passed out in the back, i just want you to be my emergency contact
pairing: platonic! mercedes amg f1 x reader, brief liam lawson x reader (unrequited)
warnings:anxiety and loneliness, fear of dying alone. unrequited love & miscommunication between liam and y/n, this one drags the f2 idiots into this disaster, heavy drinking
author's note: all i have to say is i'm sorry for inflicting emotional pain on you guys through this series, because it's totally becoming a series: merc helping baby intern navigate being an adult.writing fics on tumblr is cheaper than going to therapy and makes me feel better than going to therapy does. that's a joke, by the way.
breathe, y/n. just breathe
that's the mantra that she repeats to herself as she walks into the paddock, watching the frantically moving figures scramble around in front of her. it was overwhelming, the atmosphere like something that she had never experienced before.
truth be told, it scared her a little bit.
"just breathe, beautiful. you're safe." angela cullen encouraged, putting a reassuring hand on the young law clerk's shoulder.
"there's a lot of people here." she laughed nervously as the pair kept walking towards the mercedes hospitality suite. "i forgot that the filthy rich fans are also allowed back here."
you don't belong here. the voice in her head was back, the one that made her want to curl back into herself. it took forever for her to get to the point where she agreed to come with the team to a race. it was just silverstone, something very much local because she was still too anxious to fly overseas. susie had thought that it would be a good way for her to get to know people within the motorsports world, a way to become more comfortable with herself and the mercedes team.
"you'll be fine." angela encouraged. "if you keep your head down and keep walking quickly, you'll be at the garage before you know it."
most of the week leading up to silverstone had been spent with nyck, susie and angela, as george, toto and lewis were so busy getting race-ready. they'd done a day in london all as a team, a film camera sitting in her backpack was filled with pictures of her and the drivers doing all of the cheesy touristy things.
it had been the best week of her life.
but she knew that once it was over, it was back to normalcy. back to frozen tesco pizza and reruns of 'benidorm'. of course, her life had improved vastly since lewis and george had welcomed her into the group. she's started having monthly girls nights with susie and angela, and sometimes naomi schiff came along as well. they'd get their nails done and go out for dinner and drinks. it got y/n out of the house, and it made her feel like she was a part of something.
this was a feeling she had been chasing since she graduated high school.
a feeling that almost made the pain of watching all of her old friends move on with their lives: getting boyfriends and girlfriends, moving in with their partners, going out every other night with their large friend groups, and even getting married.
and it really hurt her to watch, knowing that everyone else was moving on but she was still stuck in the same place.
really, she just wanted to be loved.
"hey, kiddo!" toto waved to her as she and angela went into the garage.
the austrian had become a proper substitute for her father now that she was living on her own. all that toto wanted was for y/n to feel secure and comfortable with her job at the team. he was constantly making sure that she felt included, sometimes letting her in on things that not even the lawyers got to see just yet. despite his imposing appearance and his brash attitude, he was a big softie.
"hey, toto." she exhaled a breath, leaning in to give the team principal a hug. "thanks for inviting me along, really."
"anytime. hopefully this has been a good week for you, and maybe you'll consider coming to some of the races that are further from home, a little more outside of that comfort zone of yours?"
"i hope so too." she smiled sadly. "where do you need me today?"
"it's qualifying today, so we need all hands on deck. we've been struggling a little with pace this weekend, but i think we have a shot at the front row." toto began, passing y/n a set of headphones. "usually the crew who aren't needed during the qualifying brackets hang out in the back. i think george's girlfriend is back there too, if you'd feel more comfortable around carmen."
"thank you, toto. really, i don't think i can say it enough." y/n gushed, twirling the cord for the headphones around her ring finger.
toto smiled. "any time, kid."
she walked to the back corner of the garage, talking to some of the engineers and a few of the pit crew members on her way. the crew had welcomed her with open arms. she couldn't remember a time when she had felt more loved, but the void was still there.
she ached to be loved romantically. to be understood, treasured. for another person to want to spent the rest of his life by her side. to one day get dressed up in a nice white dress, and walk down the aisle in an old cathedral or a castle or a library and officially spend the rest of her life with someone she loved by her side.
"good luck out there, lewis." she tried to push the usual existential crisis out of her mind, giving the right-time world champion a tight hug before moving on to george, who could drape his whole lanky body over her if he tried. "you too, russell george. go kick some red bull ass, yeah?"
"you can bet we'll try!" george laughed.
"hey, if you get overwhelmed at all, the back door is right there." lewis said softly, nodding his head in the direction of a heavy metal door hidden in the wall, a fluorescent exit sign posted above.
"as long as you stick with carmen, you'll be in good hands." george agreed. "just stay within your comfort zone, don't push yourself too much."
"that was the plan. being here is out of the comfort zone enough. good luck, guys." she said again, moving to stand next to carmen montero in the back of the garage.
whenever she went to events where susie wasn't around and the drivers were busy, she always found herself gravitating towards carmen. she barely knew george's girlfriend except for the fact that carmen was normal and hardworking just like she was and that this world as as new to carmen as it was to y/n.
the first qualifying session ended, and the cars returned to the garages while the commentators reset the clock. the merc garage was suddenly a hub of activity, and y/n couldn't help but notice how her anxiety was spiking as she took off the headphones and reached for her purse.
"everything okay?" carmen asked softly, putting a hand on her shoulder.
y/n nodded. "just need some breathing room. i'm going to run and get a hot chocolate from hospitality. do you want anything?"
carmen shook her head. "don't worry about me, love."
y/n slipped out of the garage through the back door, pulling her aviator sunglasses over her eyes against the british sun. there was a slight breeze in the paddock that had her pulling the sleeves of her sweater over her knuckles. the paddock was calmer now, save for the five drivers who hadn't made it through to q2 hanging their heads as they made their way back to their hospitality suites.
"hi, y/n!" alexander albon waved, a bright smile on his face. she'd only ever met alex once or twice, because the williams driver was so close with george. but alex had welcomed her immediately.
"hey, alex. it's a pity about q1."
"eh, i drive a williams." alex shrugged. "what can you do?"
as alexander headed back towards the williams garage, y/n headed towards the hot chocolate vendor, lining up behind mechanics and engineers, hospitality workers and pr reps who were trying to warm up from the cold. though the calendar declared that it should have been the summer, it felt like the spring, a damp kind of cold seeping into everybody's bones.
as she walked back to the garage with a paper cup warming her hands, she stopped to talk to a group of boys sitting on a patio table near the mercedes hospitality suite after frederik vesti waved her over.
fred had driven in f2 that morning, a qualifying that saw him starting in the middle of the pack.
"oi, fred, don't you have a debreif to be at?" y/n joked, playfully pushing him in the side as she took a seat next to him at the table.
"oh, fuck off." the junior driver laughed. "y/n, this is dennis, liam, clement, marcus and jack, they're some of my mates from f2."
as the boys waved at her one by one, she knew exactly why frederik had waved her over.
he was trying to get her to make friends.
"so, what brings someone like you out to the paddock? i don't think that we've seen you 'round here before." the blond that fred had pointed out as liam spoke first.
he had a kiwi accent that made y/n's legs go weak, her heart beating faster in her chest as she nervously combed her hair behind her ear. "i work in the legal department. i don't know a lot about how things actually work around here, i just help file the paperwork for it."
"oh, so she's a smart one." clement cheered, raising his glass of sprite for a toast. "we need more people like you around here."
talking to the boys gradually became easier. it was a relief for y/n, to see that people were so thrilled about having her around, that they seemed to like her so quickly, with no strings attached. people who wouldn't expect anything from her, but just enjoyed talking to her.
it felt amazing to be appreciated, to be liked by people who weren't obligated to.
"i should head back. q2 is almost over, and i should see if toto needs me." she said, raising her voice slightly to be heard over the laughter from one of clement's jokes. "but this has been really great, guys. really."
"what's your instagram?" marcus asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "we'll put you in the group chat." he passed her the phone, not missing the way that her face lit up as she searched for her own profile in the app, adding herself to marcus' f2 group chat.
"we were all going out later." liam added. "it's nothing much, just a way to decompress before the weekend starts. you're more than welcome to join us, if you wanted to."
"really?" she couldn't stop her face from breaking out in a grin. "i wouldn't want to trouble you guys."
"it's no trouble. i insist."
"okay. text me the details, and i'll be there."
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the evening rolled around fast. she stood in front of the closet mirror in her room of the rented mercedes villa, running her hands over her thighs before proceeding to scrutinize the rest of her appearance in the mirror. frederik had promised to drive her, and she wanted to be ready before he threw on some cologne and grabbed his car keys from the kitchen counter.
there was a soft knock on her door, and after y/n gave permission for the person on the other side to open it, susie wolff stepped into the room.
“you look great, kiddo.” she said with a smile. “remember to have fun tonight, okay? just be yourself.”
“in the past, that hasn’t exactly worked out for me.” y/n sighed, rolling up the sleeves of her form/fitting long sleeves shirt to spray her arms with a bath and body works spray.
“and if you feel like coming home early, don’t hesitate to call me or angela, alright hon?”
y/n laughed, reaching for the small quartz necklace she had draped over the airbnb's dresser. she'd be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. although marcus, clement, liam and dennis seemed to like her, she was still nervous about going out with them all, being thorwn headfirst into a night out with a group of drivers that have spotty reputations.
"thanks, susie. for everything." and she truly meant it. the wolff's had been so important into making her field placement feel like home, and not just another thing she needed to do to get her diploma.
she followed susie downstairs, where frederik was talking to one of the engineers, a glass of sparkling water in his hand and a set of keys dangling from his fingers.
"ready to go?" the frenchman asked, pushing away from the counter. "marcus is wondering where we are."
"hang on, hang on." nyck de vries laughed, cutting the junior driver off midsentence. "it's baby's first night out! we need to remember this!"
the intern rolled her eyes. the entire scenario reminded her of how her parents acted when she went to prom. susie backed away and y/n attempted to pose against the cinnamon colored wall as toto got his phone out. she locked eyes with nyck behind the counter, mouthing the words 'fuck you, shortass' before going back to smiling at toto.
"have fun tonight, kiddo." lewis said with a bright smile, his voice calming her down as the seven time world champion patted her gently on the shoulder. "and please try and stop frederik from doing something stupid."
"oi!" fred shouted through laughter. "come on, we should get going before clement gets too drunk."
"don't scare the poor girl!" toto scolded. "you will be fine. and if any of them do anything you don't like, i'll have words with them."
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the club was hazy, shrouded in purple lights. the drivers had rented out a private room in the back corner of the building. her chest felt tighter as she followed frederik, the anxiety beginning to set in.
fred reached for her hand. "you've got this. they don't bite. clem is a little feral, but if you're firm with him he'll leave you alone."
she nodded. "okay. here goes nothing."
when the door opened, she had to take a minute to take in what was happening. clement novalak and dennis hauger were doing shots at a table in the middle of the room while the rest of the f2 grid were gathered around them (save for a brazilian with a mane of hair who was sitting in the corner, making out with a girl of about twenty) chanting 'shots, shots, shots' before dennis tapped out and clement howled with victory.
oh dear lord, what am i doing here? she wondered, taking in the chaos unfolding in front of her.
"hey, dickheads!" fred shouted. "i want you to meet someone!"
activity around the table stilled, dennis and clement cheering when they say y/n.
and she'd be lying if she said that their enthusiasm didn't make her feel a little warm and fuzzy on the insides.
"woah, she's hot." a swiss guy with curls of blonde hair framing his face looked over, slurring his words slightly. he was likely the drunkest out of all of them, a vape pen sticking out of his jeans pocket.
"fuck off, ralph! she's the same age as dennis, don't make this weird." marcus laughed, stealing one of the remaining shots from dennis' side of the table.
"that's ralph boshung, he's our version of fernando alonso. he's twenty-five and he's shite, but he brings camps money." dennis laughed, throwing one tattooed arm over y/n's shoulders. "he's a dick, but he's harmless."
"pleasure." she croaked as she moved closer to the table. "now who'd everybody else?"
"right, so that's roy, logan, jehan, amaury, marino, enzo, richard, theo, ayumu, zane, calan, olli, the one in the corner there is felipe-"
that's too many people. she felt overwhelmed, but she wasn't quite sure how to tell dennis that. some of the guys she recognized from the pictures they used as their profile pictures on the group chat, and others she'd never seen before.
"do you want a shot?" clement asked, draping his body over hers as he held the small tequila glass in front of her face.
"i'm good." she said calmly, shaking her head as she sat down in the booth, taking a seat next to who she assumed was zane maloney. "i don't really drink, can't stand the taste of alchohol."
zane snorted. "smart choice. trust me, these lot do a lot of funny shit when they're drunk."
"clem is a riot when he's wine drunk. he'll start randomly speaking french, or change his accent midsentence." jehan added with a laugh. "it's so fucking funny."
the song playing outside changed, and the boys let out a cheer.
"boys, to the dance floor!" ralph yelled, pointing towards the door as he slipped his sunglasses on his face for no other reason than to try and look cool.
and suddenly the room was practically empty: a mjorty of the drivers had departed for the dance floor, felipe's woman had vanished, and suddenly there were only four of them in the room: felipe, y/n, dennis and marcus.
"you two don't usually stay behind when those idiots go to make bad decisions and piss their trainers off." felipe remarked, looking at marcus and dennis. "are you sure you're all right?"
marcus shrugged. "we don't want y/n sitting in here on her own, do we? that's not why we invited her out."
"thank you, for that. i'm not a club kind of person, in case you couldn't already notice. too many people, too many things going on. it overwhelms me."
"no worries!" dennis insisted. "trust me, you don't want to be out there right now anyways. do you want anything to drink, even just like a soda or something?"
"a sprite would be nice."
"get the woman a sprite!" felipe shouted, shoving the two other driver's out of the booth. "go on, what are you lads here for?"
they all laughed as marcus and dennis fought over who would have the horror of walking over to the bar and ordering the soft drink. dennis ended up losing, the norwegian cursing jokingly at marcus before he slipped out of the room, music still shaking the drywal.
all throughout the night, the drivers seemed to rotate staying with y/n, keeping her company or splitting a plate of fries with her. they all genuinely seemed like nice people and she was almost glad that she had let frederik convince her that coming out tonight was a good idea.
"you should dance!" liam insisted, stealing the last greasy french fry from the ceramic plate. "come on, what are you so scared of?"
"uh, making a fool out of myself? ending up on a formula two gossip page? or worse, a wags page where the comments section get into fights with each other trying to figure out which one of you idiots i was here with in the first place and who i went home with or who i had a threesome with?"
liam cackled. "does your brain ever slow down?"
"not at all." she answered, dead serious. her brain was a very scary place to be.
"come on, get out of your head for a little bit. you only live once, baby merc."
y/n grinned, hoping that the dim lights did something to hide the blush on her face. "baby merc? did frederik tell you that toto calls me that?"
"he might have mentioned it." liam grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "so, what do you say?"
y/n shook her head, crossing her arms before leaning back in her seat. "i don't even like this kind of music."
liam raised an eyebrow. "that can be easily fixed."
she was about to say something back when she finally recognized one of the songs on the stereo. when 'spice up your life' by the spice girls started to play, she couldn't stop her face from breaking into a grin.
"come on now, you have to dance!" liam insisted as the door slid open and clement novalak came in, sashaying his hips as he walked up to the tables.
"it's the spice girls!" the frenchman shouted. "you are legally obligated to dance, baby merc!"
with both clement and liam trying to convince her, there wasn't any fight left to try and talk them, or herself, out of it. "fine. you guys get one song. one."
she said one song, but the way she felt when she finally got out there, dancing with the group of boys, singing the spice girls at the top of their lungs as liam took her by the hand. she felt alive, a smile threatening to tear her skin apart.
she took out her phone, swiveling the camera to face them all as they screamed the chorus, the boys drunk and sweaty and rambunctious, a glow over her skin that she didn't recognize.
the glow of confidence and contentment.
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when she and fred got back to the villa, she felt giddy as she ran back up the stairs to her room, kicking off her shoes and flopping back on the bed, clutching the cool screen of her phone to her chest.
while she felt this high, like she was walking on air, there was something she needed to do.
to liam: hey liam! big thanks for inviting me out with you guys tonight. i had an incredible time and it was nice getting to know you. i was wondering if maybe you wanted to get together for a coffee or something during a race weekend?
she pressed send with her eyes screwed shut. it was the riskiest text she could remember sending. she dropped the phone, getting back to her feet and busying herself while she waited for liam to text her back, stopping her hands from shaking from worry.
she changed out of her clubbing clothes, dressing in flannel pajama bottoms and an oversized shirt for a band that she went to see when she was in her freshman year of high school.
oh how things had changed for her since then. she should be proud of herself, she knew. but some days she didn't feel like she had moved on from that stuffy london secondary school.
her phone vibrated on the bed, and she braced herself for the worst, even as she lunged faster than the speed of light to grasp the device in her hands.
and then she felt her stomach drop, the bad feeling spreading through her bones as she felt like she couldn't support her body weight on her own any more.
rejection.
from liam: heyyyyyy.....i had a great time with you today as well, and you seem like a really nice person, and i really hate to be the one to burst your bubble like this, but i'm already seeing someone. her name is olivia, i met her back in new zealand.
she was now three for three, and more concerned that she was going to die alone than ever.
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"she's been out there a while." george russell said slowly, nodding his head in the direction of the back dec. it was dark outside, the stars visible above the trees. "frederik, what happened when you guys were out? who do we have to hurt?"
fred shook his head. "i have no idea. she was having a great time, dancing with liam and clement. the boys were tripping over each other to talk to her, make her feel welcome. whatever happened must have happened after we came back."
the mercedes drivers looked out the patio door again, hearts aching at the sight of y/n leaning over the deck railing, a sad and despondent expression on her face.
"i'm going to go and talk to her." lewis said, getting to his feet and sliding the door open.
his heart ached for the girl who so badly wanted to leave her mark on the world. the girl who was scared of dying alone at such a young age, scared she'd never be loved or treasured. scared that she would be alone for the rest of her life, that everything was simply temporary.
"y/n, are you alright?"
"he's seeing someone else. i finally thought i had a fucking chance to be loved, and he's seeing someone else." her voice broke, a single salty tear beginning to make it's track down the pale expanse of her skin. and as that first one fell, more and more followed. "am i unlovable, lewis?"
and that's when lewis felt his heart break. y/n was too young to feel the pain of the world, the pain of heartache. he knew what it was like to bleed love into the world and not get enough back. to still feel that void inside of you.
"don't say that, love. you are not unlovable. he just wasn't the right person for you. do you want to talk about it?"
"not really."
"that's fine." he was standing next to her now, looking out at the backyard and the trees. y/n looked so small, hiding behind the old concert shirt that was four sizes too big, but that she had bought that way because she was already paying too much for it, so it might as well last her four or five years of growth.
"but know that this is not a reflection on you. this is all on him. and you put yourself out there tonight. that must have been a massive step for you. you should be proud of yourself, even though it's hurting right now."
she caught a shadow moving behind her out of the corner of her eye, hearing the deck creak under the weight of footsteps.
"who was it?" toto wolff's voice was deep, tinged with anger that someone had decided to cross his favorite intern. the one that he thought of as family as much as he did his own three kids. in fact, he had considered introducing y/n and benedict, as they were at a similar age and he knew that she could use a friend. "i don't care who he is or what driver's academy he's in, i just want to have a little chat with him."
y/n laughed, shaking her head as she pictured toto storming into the red bull garage to yell at poor liam for hurting his favorite intern. "you don't have to do that. i need to learn how to deal with these things on my own."
lewis turned his head, giving her and understanding look. "remember we're here if you need us, okay? you never have to go through something like this alone again."
"oi, is there another party that i never got invited to?" george proclaimed, making his presence known on the deck. the group laughed, remembering the day they had all met, the day they became what they were today, when y/n had been sobbing on the rocks by the factory parking lot.
"just needed a little cheering up, that's all." she said, resting her head against toto's arm. "it's been a day. too many emotions for me to handle."
she thought again about liam's text, a stab of pain ricocheting through her heart. she just had to trust that things were going to work themselves out, because sometimes that was the onyl thing that there was to do.
maybe it was time to take fate into her own hands. should she try a dating app? a speed dating event? god forbid she join a singles club.
"nyck just got out the scrabble board." george remarked off handedly. "between the four of us and carmen, i think we could kick some serious scrabble ass, don't you think?"
lewis laughed. "says the guy that only played three letter words last time we played."
"i didn't have y/n on my team." george proclaimed, placing his hands on the intern's shoulders. "she's the smart one here. so what do you say?"
y/n smiled. "deal me in. i'm gonna kick both your asses."
she'd worry about getting a boyfriend later. but for now, she had the best found family she could have ever asked for.
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