#that's the point of the event though. see if any fresh meat can be seduced by dw ;)

[sisterdivinium]

There's a lot of stuff I'd love to do but then there's only so much time and only so much external interest regarding such events too.

Some sort of short fic exchange for non-juggernaut WN ships or some funky comment fic place or a capslock community for all your unhinged commentary needs or a WN bingo... I don't know, something.

[kiwisa]

Watch Out, Boys ✷ cl16

✷ SECOND INTERLUDE OF THE TAMING OF THE HEARTBREAKER

━━━━━  PREVIOUS & NEXT !

in which... Y/N's invitation to the Miami GP means trouble !

AS THE HALL & OATES' SONG GOES: "Watch out, boys, she'll chew you up." Because, if there's one thing we know, it's that putting Y/N L/N and 20 conventionally attractive men in the same place is never a good idea. 

Yet, that is precisely what's going to happen in a few days at the Miami International Autodrome. The actress, who will play the iconic Barbie in Greta Gerwig's adaptation, has been invited by Ray-Ban to the Miami Grand Prix on May 8.

The news was announced on Ferrari’s TikTok account⏤which the eyewear brand sponsors⏤and has since then sparked numerous reactions. While these vary, one common thread stands out: the fear of havoc. Admittedly, L/N turns heads and sows discord wherever she goes. 

Formula One is already a chaotic world, adding Y/N L/N and her shenanigans to the mix would only make it worse. 

Since her list of actors waiting to be seduced is dwindling, this event presents itself as a bargain for the Academy Award-winning actress, who will only have to draw someone from 20 options to be her next prey. 

If the possibilities are considerably reduced by one small element to consider⏤the WAGs⏤L/N has shown before that she is not above immorality when it comes to getting her way. Her affair with Harry Styles, even though he was rumoured to be in a relationship with Olivia Wilde at the time, is formal proof of this. 

Hide your men, ladies, because The Heartbreaker is in town and ready to pounce!

✷ SEE ALSO ON LOVE CLUB... !

Y/N L/N named the highest-paid actress of 2021 by Forbes

"Name a more iconic character? You can't" Y/N on being cast as Barbie for Greta Gerwig's movie

Is Harry Styles cheating on Olivia Wilde with Y/N L/N?

Of course, all eyes are now on the two Ferrari drivers, with whom L/N will spend most of her time (common sponsor dictates), and more particularly on Charles Leclerc, who is single.

It has been almost a month since the woman was last seen with anyone. A record! She's probably more determined than ever to get her hands on some fresh meat, and what better than a handsome, muscular driver who can speak French? We all know L/N's soft spot for the language of love. Her interviews remind us of it enough. So do her many French conquests.

We just hope that the actress' famous bedroom eyes will not trouble the Monegasque and make him lose his race. The fans of Il Predestinato would not react kindly to this.

He is, after all, one of the current favourites for the championship.

In any case, no matter what happens over the weekend, the outcome is bound to be interesting. Because, while her actions are open to criticism, Y/N L/N's impact is undeniable.

The woman is already the talk of the paddock and she hasn’t even set foot on it yet.

FILED UNDER #Y/NL/N #F1 #ACTORS #SPORTS #MIAMI #DATING

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Anonymous 15 minutes ago

It's already a miracle that she hasn't tried to fuck football players yet, if she could keep this up with F1 it would be great.

Anonymous 38 minutes ago

I will never understand why celebrities who have nothing to do with F1 and probably don't give a shit about it either are invited to all GP. It's ridiculous.

Anonymous 51 minutes ago

There's something about Y/N that I just hate. It's physical at this point. I can only stand her in movies. Probably because she doesn't act like herself in those...

Anonymous 1 hour ago

No, but I swear she really has a libido problem. This is the only explanation. She must be a nymphomaniac. Or just a whore. Or both.

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[you-andthebottlemen]

41 - AU

Request: Hey! I just read your vampire van story and it was AMAZING! I know you've probably got loads of other stuff to work on, but if you don't mind, could you right like a follow-up sort of story to it? I really enjoyed it! It doesn't matter if you don't want to though, I get that you're probably busy! Bye xx

So, this fic is a part two to my “Vampire Van” AU, link here.

This fic was really difficult to write mostly because I don’t like vampires and also I had no clue how to make it semi-believable and not cringe. Therefore, writing a part two was a challenge, to say the least. Decided to stick to my ‘is he or isn’t he??’ type thing. But here it is! I hope those of you who liked Vampire Van enjoy it xxxx

For the lovely anon who requested, those of you who read and enjoyed the first one and for @storiesaboutvan as I know Vampire Van holds a special place in your heart.

Also, dear anon, I am busy yes but I always manage to find time to write at some point so don’t ever think that you shouldn’t request or something because I may be busy! I am here to take your requests and I love it. Thank you again!!! Xxx

*****

Head pounding, you rolled out of bed and stumbled into the foreign en-suite bathroom, taking a good few seconds to adjust to your unfamiliar surroundings. You rifled through the cabinets with blurry vision, in search of something to kill the pain. Unable to find any medication or much of anything at all, you groaned and slumped over the sink with your head down and hands firmly gripped on the basin. You breathed heavily and fought the urge to throw up. After a minute or two, you splashed your face with ice cold tap water and looked at yourself in the mirror. Makeup free, skin breaking out and definitely not fresh as a daisy, you wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep for days.  

“Looking for these, love?” Van asked, leaning against the door frame sleekly and holding up a box of paracetamol with a small smirk. 

You hadn’t heard him come in, so his sudden speech made you jump. 

“Fuck, don’t creep up on me like that!” you laughed, gently slapping his arm and taking the box of tablets from him as you walked past.  

“Sorry for going through your stuff,” you added quietly.

“All good, nothin’ to hide,” he winked.

After taking the tablets, you stopped to notice that Van was fully dressed, unlike you in your underwear and a sweaty t-shirt that you’d borrowed from him late the night before. After playing another round of pool, you’d continued drinking until you decided it was a good idea to go back to Van’s place. He’d insisted on getting the taxi to take you home, but you forced him to take you to his instead. You promised you wouldn’t drunkenly seduce him so he finally agreed; though he said it wasn’t very gentlemanly of him. You just laughed and pulled him confidently by the hand into the taxi with you. He’d given you a t-shirt and after kissing you goodnight, tucked you into his bed where you fell asleep immediately, soothed by his smell and the feeling of his cold lips on your skin.

“Where’re you off to?” you asked, walking back into his bedroom and sitting on his bed.

“Nowhere,” he replied, pushing slowly between your legs, “didn’t really sleep so thought I should just get dressed.”

You smiled up at him and went for a kiss, the both of you ignoring your sour hangover breath. Strangely, you didn’t mind looking your absolute worst in front of him. Usually, on a one night stand, or whatever this was, you’d not be caught dead in their bed the next morning yet alone sweaty, hungover and looking like you’d just crawled out of a bin. But Van made you feel safe and you could tell he didn’t think you were any less beautiful than you were the night before in your makeup and fancy clothes.

After pulling away from the kiss, you looked at him. His hair was neatly, yet effortlessly styled so it hung gently and curled up at the back where you presumed it was growing out after a haircut, just as it was last night. Van grinned at you, revealing those sharp teeth once again. When you saw them, you were reminded of the events of the previous night like a flashback scene in a film. Cold hands. Pointy teeth. Vampire? Nah. 

You pushed back gently on Van’s chest so you could stand up. You’d decided you wanted a shower to wash off all the dirt and grime that came with a hangover and a night of sleeping in a stranger’s bed. You rocked on the spot slightly and Van put a hand to your waist to steady you. Again, you noticed the temperature difference between his skin and yours. You looked up at him and bit your lip.

“Can I go and take a shower?”

“Of course,” he smiled, “I’ll go grab ya a towel”.

Van let you pass and watched as you walked into the bathroom, his eyes had that slightly glazed, hungry look again. It turned you on. 

“I don’t know how to use the taps in here, I think you’ll have to show me...” you said innocently though it was clear you meant the opposite.

“Is that so?” Van replied with a smirk, crossing his arms and licking his lips as you turned to face him in the doorway. 

Looking at him standing there in his navy button up with the sleeves rolled at the elbows, his chest hair showing at the top where it was loosely buttoned, you couldn’t believe your luck. Who the hell meets someone like this randomly at a bar?

“I have also completely forgotten how to use shower gel, so yeah.”

Van chuckled and unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way before he walked into the bathroom behind you and turned the shower on for you both; completely forgetting to go and get some fresh towels. 

.......

Once you and Van had emerged from the haven of hot water and steam, skin on skin and lips on every square inch of each other, it was obvious the two of you wouldn’t be parting ways anytime soon. 

Still in one of his t-shirts and now a pair of boxer shorts, you sat cross-legged on his couch and flicked through the TV channels while he made tea for you. While he looked handsome and attractive in his skinny jeans, button ups and fitted jackets, seeing him in black track pants and a white t-shirt was a whole new ball game. His wet hair clung to his forehead slightly and looked darker than usual, making his pale skin stand out. 

Despite the gloom of outside and the drawn blinds, you knew it was lunchtime without even needing to check a clock. Your stomach rumbled and the hangover induced hunger made you suddenly feel ravenous. 

“I heard that,” Van commented with a smirk from the kitchen. 

“How? It was so quiet!” you responded, shocked and grabbing at your growling stomach. 

“Want something to eat?” he asked as he set down the mug of tea on a coaster in front of you. 

“Yeah sure, I can cook us something if you like?” you offered; a meal being the least you could do after all his generosity. 

“That’s sweet but uh, no ingredients. I don’t have a fridge,” he responded awkwardly, moving his hands about in a weird twitching motion. 

“Oh,” you glanced over and saw he was right; a gaping hole in the kitchen where a fridge should be. 

“Why not? you asked. 

“Don’t have much of anything. I travel a lot,” he shrugged, brushing off the question. 

“Let’s order in yeah?” he suggested, “save ya from having to get dressed to go out,” he winked.

“Sure but I’m paying,” you told him but he wouldn’t have any of it. 

You and Van sat together on the couch scrolling through menus on your phone from all the different food places nearby that would deliver. Your shoulders were pressed together and your knees touching slightly. Van turned his nose up at almost all your suggestions, yet urged you to get whatever you wanted. He was very unusual and full of contradictions. 

“Fuck. Garlic bread, yes please,” you all but moaned with hearts for eyes.

“Um. No garlic bread. Makes ya breath smell shit,” he replied quickly. 

You raised an eyebrow, confused; earlier, your hangover breath was the opposite of a big deal. 

“Okay...”

After a few more minutes of umming and ahhing over the various lunch options, Van easily settled on some ghastly looking steak and chips meal and you went with the Italian style pesto pasta. 

He stood up to call the restaurant, holding your phone to one ear and placing his other hand on his hip. You couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his voice as he ordered; you could tell he was trying to speak clearly so they’d understand his accent. While you waited, you continued to flip through TV channels looking for something interesting to pass the time with until the food arrived. 

When he was done, Van handed you back your phone with a smile and sat down beside you, wrapping one long arm around your shoulders not, minding the drips from your still wet hair. You quickly replied to the few texts that had popped up from your housemates who wondered where you were and Van picked up where you left off looking for something to watch. 

“What the fuck?” Van mumbled to himself in a high pitched voice. 

You looked up at him and followed his eyes to the TV. 

“That’s toddlers and tiaras. Fuck. I know,” you rolled your eyes and put your phone down beside you. 

Eventually, you and Van settled on some nature documentary; daytime TV was boring as all get out. You leaned more into Van’s side and he tightened his grip around you. You bit back a smile and grabbed his empty hand confidently. He drew small circles on your skin with his thumb which made butterflies erupt in your stomach and you focussed more on those tiny details than anything else; the TV was just something to look at.

.......

“You’re seriously going to eat that?” you questioned in disbelief, pointing your fork at Van’s meal. 

Van’s steak was so rare that you were convinced it was seriously undercooked. The sight of it alone made you wanna hurl. Van just shrugged and dug into the red and bloody slab of meat happily. You held back a gag. 

As you chewed on your pasta, you thought about how you were acting as though you’d known Van for months, not a number of hours in which most of them you were drunk or asleep. You glanced over at him quickly and smiled. He had his legs outstretched and crossed with his feet resting on the coffee table, mismatched socks in full view. His hair which was now dry, was fluffy and wavy, making him look slightly younger and very soft. 

“What’re you lookin’ at?” Van asked knowingly when he noticed you staring. 

“Nothin’,” you grinned back, despite the probable bits of pesto stuck between your teeth.

“Okay,” he smirked, “thought you were thinkin’ about how good looking I am.”

“Definitely not,” you replied with an equally as smug tone and a matching cheeky glint in your eye.  

Van put his now empty plate on the coffee table and turned to face you, crossing his legs under him. He ran a hand through his hair and licked his lips.

“Think maybe I like you y/n,” he said suddenly yet you weren’t taken aback. 

"I think maybe I like you too Van," you placed your bowl beside his plate, "despite the fact you don't own a fridge, you don't like garlic bread, you eat undercooked steak and you're just a little weird generally."

Van’s face flooded with an expression that was a combination of faux-offence and head over heels happiness.

“Could say the same about you y/n,” he replied. 

“Then I guess we can be a little weird, together?” you said. 

“That we can, love.”

With that, Van took your face in his cold hands and kissed you like you’d never been kissed before and you knew that falling in love with him would be completely and utterly inevitable.