He got hangry with Roberto

Don't Blink!(P4)

LN4 x fem!reader

Warnings: None

a/n, we're starting to get somewhere, oh how I love a good slow burn. ;-; (Also please bear with me, I know these aren't entirely accurate, I'm simply doing this for plot purposes, thanks!)

Why the hell had I decided to invite Lando over for breakfast. I don't know what came over me, whether it was some random confidence or those eyes of his that could drive me mad, I was pissed off at it.

Night owls don't do early breakfast. I know this from personal experience. I also know from personal experience that Lando is a morning person.

This is not okay.

My alarm blared multiple times that morning, I gave up after the fourth time, deciding that Lando was important enough to get out of bed for.

I did my normal morning routine, skin care, brushing my teeth, all of the necessities, before trudging into the kitchen to somehow find the will to not only continue living for the next few hours of the morning, but also find the will to cook breakfast.

I let out a long, exasperated and dramatic sigh before carrying on with my brave quests.

Halfway through the deep and ferocious battle known as making pancakes the right way, I heard a heavy knock on my door. My heart skipped a traitorous beat at the thought of who it could be.

Curse my silly feelings.

I wiped my hands on the kitchen towel I had on the bar and quickly went to open my door.

"Good morning, darling." He had one hand held out to me, the other behind his back. I accepted his hand and allowed him to kiss it the way he had the night before, though not without a growing red color in my cheeks. He pulled his other hand out from behind him, revealing the prettiest rose I had ever seen, and he handed it to me with an expression that was probably just as pretty. The top button of his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a small portion of his chest for all to see. It distracted me from the rose for a bit longer than I had planned.

"Thank you?" I said finally, in more of a question than a statement. "Why are you all fancy looking today, and what's with the rose?" He grinned, flashing his teeth.

"It's our second date."

I could've slapped myself in the head, but it wouldn't have done any good. I had forgotten that we had agreed it would be our second date, even if it was mostly a joke when I had offered.

When I didn't reply, he stepped past me, brushing his hand against mine as he did so, and walked into the kitchen.

"Pancakes?" He said, a smile growing further when he saw the huge mess in my kitchen. "I'm going to assume that's a yes."

"You would be assuming correctly, Lan. Pancakes are an art I've yet to master." "If I die because of your cooking, I'm taking you with me." He looked me dead in the eye as he said this, no hints to whether or not he was joking. I threw the kitchen towel at him with a laugh.

"I'm not that bad of a cook!" He eyed me suspiciously.

"I'll be the judge of that, thank you."

I rolled my eyes at him, wondering back to the task at hand.

Lando helped me finish prepping. He even helped me set the table, too. Not only did he look the part of a gentleman, but he also played the part very well. I couldn't help but think that we were a family right then. The way that we talked to one another, joked around like we had known each other for years. How he had helped me clean off the bar we would be eating on, since it was completely caked in flour from my small war earlier. Things just felt right at home. Lando was starting to feel like home, and I was starting to look forward to his visits.

"Y/n," He started, pulling me away from my pancakes. "Look at me." He hesitated a bit, reaching his hand up to touch my face. His thumb brushed the side of my cheek gently. This felt far more intimate than the two of us had ever been, and while I wasn't pushing him away, it was almost terrifying how dangerously fast my heart was beating due to his small action. "You had a bit of flour left on your face." He smiled, probably seeing the tint of my cheeks.

"Thanks." I stumbled, dropping my embarrassed gaze back to my pancakes.

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Lando and I were playing a very dangerous game. Both of us were dancing around the thought of the other, neither of us decided to cross over the fine line between friendship and something more than that. We had spent all day together for the last week, and when we weren't around each other, we were texting each other or tweeting back and forth. Lando had discovered that I posted on Twitter quite a lot, and he never failed to reply to any of my pictures with something witty or stupid, all of which would make me giggle to myself. I had hated actually admitting the fact that I might think of him as something more than what we were, which was strange considering we had really only known each other for a weeks time, but nonetheless, I still felt that way.

You can't really tell your emotions no, can you?

He hadn't stopped on the formalities, either. He continued to kiss my hand when he met me at my door or out in public somewhere. Especially in crowds, he would sometimes squeeze my hand, knowing how nervous I got. All of his small gestures gave me butterflies and sent my pulse so high I though I might faint. My chest had started to ache when he wasn't around. I had started to feel empty after practices had started for the season, though that also meant the race was getting closer.

As we stood now, the race was two days away. It was now Thursday, Lan's second testing of the season. So far, he had come home with nothing short of success to boast about. He always got really excited when he talked about the car or the team. Those blue-green eyes of his would light up every time the topic was even brought up, inviting him to ramble for hours. Not that I minded, I personally find it quite enjoyable.

I heard frantic knocking at my door, knowing it was probably just Lando being overdramatic. I opened the door in a hurry, not willing to admit it to myself, but I was excited to see him.

"Hi" He said excitedly, doing a little wave before letting himself in. I'm assuming he had just gotten back from his practice. It was about that time and he was absolutely drenched in sweat. He went to sit down on the couch, but I held out my hand in denial.

"Lan, you're covered in sweat. You're not sitting on my couch like that." I covered my nose instinctively as I had started to notice.

"Aw, y/nnnn, c'mon. I'm tired." His bottom lip threatened to pop out at any moment, I knew it was only a matter of time before I eventually gave in to his pouting. I wouldn't give up that easily.

"Shower, go, I'll wash your clothes for you." It was his lucky day that I liked to wear oversized clothing. I dug through my closet trying to find one of my bigger shirts. With a triumphant smile, I brought Lan a pair of my larger sweatpants and a baggy shirt.

Hopefully this would do.

"Are you sure?" He asked, questioning my offer.

"Positive, you have no choice if you want to have our movie night tonight." I was practically shoving him into the bathroom at this point, trying to get him in as quick as possible before I was poisoned by the smell of his sweat. "I keep some of my dad's soap under the cabinet, feel free to help yourself." I heard some sort of grunt of approval from the other side of the door, and with my mission a success, I wandered back to my couch, admiring my handiwork.

"y/n 1, Lando 0."

A breath of fresh air hit me as Lando walked back into the main room. "May I sit now?" I looked up at him, his hair still damp and frizzy, curls sticking to his damp face. He could not have been more attractive. Especially since the shirt that I had thought would be big enough, turned out to be rather short, revealing a small portion of his abs to me. I had to look away, nodding my head slowly to his question.

A blush started creeping its way up my neck. I saw him give me a look out of my peripheral. "What's the matter with you?" He asked, as if absolutely oblivious to the obvious. "Just excited for the movies." I lied through my teeth, and if he had known better, he made no effort to say otherwise.

We both agreed on the spiderman movie; though, we had to watch the ones with Tom Holland in them. Well, Lando insisted we watched the ones with Tom Holland in them.

We joked around for the first movie, watching it but not really watching it. Every now and then we would bump into each other, moving ever so slightly and brushing shoulders or knees. Each touch was like fire to me, and it made me feel hotter than I should have. The room got warmer every time he looked at me, spoke to me. I was starting to realize that my feelings really didn't like being ignored, and I was eventually going to have to acknowledge them. The second movie was even harder to get through than the first. My eyes had started to grow heavy, and I knew that sleep was fast approaching. I felt a weight around my shoulders and looked over to find Lan's arm wrapped around me, his eyes focused on the TV. I liked this a bit too much, I decided. His warmth dug into me like poison, my eyelids threatening to fall with each passing second. I knew that if we sat here for much longer that I would be a goner.

My head fell down gently onto Lando's chest, I felt it tense slightly before letting up like he had before when we had hugged the first time. His chest shook with a soft chuckle. Though sleep had taken me, I felt a small kiss to my forehead, causing a smile to instinctively spread across my face.

"Goodnight, darling." y/n 1, Lando 1.

Don’t blink 👀

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I completely forgot about my Don’t Blink buttercream cake

Showed my mother “Blink” and she said it was “watchable” .

If the weeping angels are defeated by looking at each other, I’m a little confused about lines of sight.

Say you had two weeping angels across from each other and a human in the middle. Without the human, they are looking at each other and frozen. But what if the human is looking at one so it is are dead but are blocking its line of sight with the one behind the human? Wouldn’t that weeping angel be free now?

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Carlos:

Don’t Blink! (P6)

LN4 x fém!reader

Warnings: none

It was Sunday, it was race day. I stood in the McLaren garage waiting for the buzzed excitement to die down a bit, my own excitement contributing to the electricity.

Oscar had taken it upon himself to show me around earlier this morning, much to Lando’s objection. What Oscar really wanted was to ask me what had happened last night between me and Lando.

“You mean you fell asleep on him and you still don’t believe you have feelings for each other?” I rubbed the back of my neck, a sheepish smile growing on my face.

“I just don’t want to ruin what I’ve got. It’d be super awkward at my new job if I did.” He nodded his approval before frowning again.

“You’ve got to take that chance when you really love someone, y/n.”

As much as I wanted to disagree, I knew he was right.

I now sat in the garage, watching as the grid lined up and had started to prepare themselves for the race itself. I was utterly terrified that something would go wrong. Though, I had my camera regardless. I got a few shots of the lineup, some better than others. I also got a few that were rather dramatic and exhilarating. I was quite proud of myself despite the task at hand. Task at hand being, keep my eyes off of Lando Norris.

"And that's lights out and away we go-" I heard Croft over the loudspeakers commentating. I had also gotten the perfect starting photo. I would definitely be posting this one later.

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I was shaking. Lando had reported some issues with the car, he had already been in the pits multiple times this race and his car was still malfunctioning. I had heard them conversing through the headsets behind me. I was starting to break out into a sweat. When Lando pulled in for his sixth pit, I knew there wasn't any coming back from it. He sounded pissed, as if he was thinking the exact same thing I was. I was just happy he hadn't crashed.

Lando had finished last, first race of the season and setting to tone for the rest of the evening. Hopefully it wouldn't set the tone for the whole season.

I ran to the car as he exited and stepped into the garage and threw my arms around him. I knew he had had a bad race, I knew he would be feeling it. His face gleamed with sweat, making it incredibly difficult to pull my eyes from him once we separated. To my satisfaction, he smiled. "Lando, what happened out there today? Six visits to the pit is rather concerning.." I heard one comment as we walked off of the paddock. He wasn't as bothered by the camera's as much as I was, regardless if I literally had one around my neck or not. Lan did stop eventually, taking a few questions but keeping me behind him protectively. Oscar had been behind us, sandwiching me between the two of them as if they were bodyguards, even though I had the McLaren uniform on myself. "Yeah, I guess you could say it was good practice for the mechanics today." Lando chuckled lightly before being dismissed. His eyes immediately found mine. I saw the different emotions mixed into that one small look he gave me. He continued to glance back at me until we got away from the crowds. Paparazzi had swarmed the sides where they could stand, cameras flashing in every direction, it would be suicide if Lando had looked at me too long or held my hand the way I wished he could have. It saddened me that I wanted everyone to know my feelings for Lando, well that is everyone besides Lando apparently. It warmed my heart every time he would glance back to make sure I was okay. With every glance, the burning sensation in my heart intensified, and the more I wanted that entire paddock to know who he belonged to, even though he didn't belong to me at all. Oscar was right, I needed to talk to him tonight.

The walk back to the hotel was rather refreshing. The boys were talking about they're races and how they felt about it while I sort of hung in between the two of them. The city itself was beautiful. Bahrain's white, sandy beaches as the sun had started to set along the seemingly endless horizon was a site a camera couldn't completely capture; though to my credit, I did try. I was taking pictures of the whole city by now, trying my very best to capture the beauty of it without taking for granted the lively bustle of it. I found myself lost in the folds of the city, aimlessly following the bright papaya coloured shirts in front of me while I tried to continually capture the magnificence of Bahrain. If I had only been paying attention, I would have heard the conversation the two in front of me were having. Though, I saw Oscar flash me a smile midway through that conversation and felt the worry turn my stomach. I'd more than likely hear about this later. Not paying attention, I also didn't realize the boys had stopped. I was trying to get a good image of one of the shops across the street and I had kept walking to adjust myself. I wasn't looking forward, and I had ran straight into Lando. His arms immediately caught me before I could fall, because God knows I wasn't heavy or strong enough to knock him over, steading me in his arms. I felt the blush creep up my neck, not only in embarrassment, but also the fact that his hands sent fire through my body wherever he touched me. This was not good.

"Sorry!" I yelled, trying to focus myself on the picture rather than his hands that were still firmly around my waist. I could almost hear Oscar smiling from behind us, as if he had planned this. "You just couldn't help but fall for me, huh?" Surprised, I looked up at the smirking Brit that held onto me. I scowled, attempting to wriggle from his grasp but to no avail. "Careful, darling. Letting you go would do you no good, you'd just fall back into me." Lando continued smirking, followed by a snort from behind us. "Okay you two, lets go inside." I heard Oscar say, and for once, I was happy he spoke up.

I wasn't sure what about that interaction made me so angry. I wasn't sure why I was fuming as I walked back into my hotel room and almost slammed the door behind me. I wasn't even sure why I never said anything to them as I did. Maybe it's because Lan was right, I had fallen for him. Not to mention, if he had let me go, I wouldn't recover. Every moment Lando and I had shared had started to make it's way through my brain, forcing me to remember all of it. They all continued to replay before my very eyes, forcing me to see the way he looked at me, feel the way the air changed if something was wrong, hear the sound of kindness lacing his words. That kindness was addicting, his words were addicting, his voice itself was laced with enticing poison. Poison that I would gladly inject into my veins for the rest of my life if he'd give me the chance.

My head found it's way into my hands as I slid down the door I had just slammed behind me. I heard the two conversing outside, wondering what they had done wrong. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and I knew exactly who it was, but I was too much a coward to answer it. So instead, I sat there and wallowed in self pity. I let myself feel everything that I had been holding back on since our first 'date' a week ago. I let myself relive everything until my heart couldn't take it anymore. I sat there for hours, until I thought no one else would be awake to hear me crumble to pieces.

That's when I heard a soft knock on my door. My body answered before my brain could tell it otherwise, causing me to audibly groan before finally opening the door. "I'm sorry if I said something wrong." I saw Lan standing in front of my door with a flower in his hand, the same flower that he had brought to me the morning after we met. How on Earth he had managed to find a flower shop that would sell him just one in the middle of Bahrain on a Sunday evening I have no idea. Noticing my lack of response, his eyes searched mine frantically. "I can give you space if you need it-" "You were right." I cut him off, receiving a look of relief that I had responded that was tailed by a confused tilt of his head. "I was?" "I think I need to talk to you." He took the hint, following me inside and setting the flower down on the small table in front of the couch. He sat beside me, eyeing me with curiosity and worry. There was something else in his eyes as he searched mine, something I couldn't place and it was driving me crazy. Not like he didn't already drive me crazy. "Are you okay, at least?" He asked, begging me for some sort of hint as to why the hell I ran off. "Do you need anything?" Before I could even respond my face was buried in my hands again. Lando's hand started rubbing circles on my back comfortingly, as if I had been the one to pit six times during the first race of the season today. Some friend I am. With a groan, I pulled myself back up and repositioned myself to face him on the couch, my legs crossed in front of me. His hand fell to the side and I immediately missed his touch. "If I don't tell you this now I'm absolutely never going to say anything and it's going to eat away at me like it has been doing for the last week." He nodded, begging me to continue and give him anything. He had positioned himself to face me as well, as if taking the hint that I didn't even mean to give him. "When I bumped into you, you had said that I couldn't help but fall for you." I laughed, feeling stupid already. I saw his body tense a little. "I didn't mean anything by it, I knew that was-" "You were right." He stopped trying to talk, he just looked at me. I felt my heart shatter when he didn't say anything. "I'm sorry if this ruins-" I didn't even finish my sentence before I felt a soft pair of lips on my own. His arm wrapped itself around my waist, pulling my body closer to his until he was laying on his back, me on top of him. We were in a similar position that we were in last night, except this time I didn't have to wonder what his lips tasted like. He pulled away, gazing into my eyes with that emotion that I had been trying to crack for the last week. No way in hell- "You have no idea hard it is to restrain myself when we're alone." He said, voice low and soft. "I'm not sure how much longer I could have before giving up." I felt the rise and fall of his chest beneath me as well as his speeding heart. Or maybe that was my own pulse throbbing? I couldn't tell anymore as we had fallen back into a heavy kiss that was far more important than the rhythm of my heart. I smiled into the kiss, thankful Oscar had pushed me into this mess of emotions and forced me to open it up. I felt my walls collapsing around me as Lando pulled away, allowing us both to breathe. I smiled at him, finally being able to stare into those beautiful eyes of his that reminded me of the seas surrounding us currently in Bahrain. "I suppose now you can obsess over my eyes openly, darling." He said, smirking in the process. I pinched his arm with a sly grin of my own. "I suppose you can tell me how pretty mine are to my face rather than telling Oscar." There wasn't a trace of a smile on his face after mentioning that. I couldn't cackled. "He told you about that?" " 'said you never shut up about me." I snorted, I couldn't help it. His face was priceless. "I think it's safe to say that it paid off though, don't 'ya thing?" I smiled a real smile now, gazing back into his eyes. "I guess." He kissed me tenderly, pulling away breathless.

I lay on his chest until I heard him snoring lightly beneath me, until I had found myself dozing on top of him. My heart was beating quickly still, as if not used to this yet. Though, I still couldn't argue, this bastard knew what he was doing. With his arms wrapped tightly and securely around me, I found myself tumbling into the folds of slumber with a smile on my face, my last image being the flower on the table in front of me before I fell completely.

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I thought there was something wrong with the angel, so I took it down off the tree.

Turns out my kids altered it a bit.

I like how with Don’t Blink, there were probably a good chunk of people chatting about how with modern day technology you could keep weeping angels in place with like a security camera or something, then The Time of the Angels cane out and absolutely destroyed that idea.