#Podium

[petoskeystones]

one tab open on the terror (2018), the other tab open on “schools with polar studies degree”

[f1archives]

Oscar Piastri with his trophy after the race - Hungary, 2024

[tarochimochi]

Man parents are so cool I wish I had some

Part: one of bfdi fan - parent project!

[artemispt]

[neptunescore]

Monaco Grand Prix 2024, podium celebrations

[may-dream16]

This makes my VerSainz in “could you love me while I hate myself” make so much sense

just look at them

I love them. Why is this not more popular ffffff

and to think that the only podium video Max posted was with Carlos 👏

[metropol-journal]

[racingliners]

Mark Webber slips on the podium after finishing in second place at the Brazilian Grand Prix, the last race of his F1 career - Sunday 24th November 2013

[raphoupix]

Carlando ❤️

[yakultf4thesoul]

🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

[petoskeystones]

at the royal museum greenwich online collections again

[f1archives]

The podium sitters and their coaches with their trophies - Brazil, 2024

[whatwouldjesusdowwjd]

[kathlare]

behind the grin

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: After an exhilarating race at the Australian Grand Prix, Lando is on a high from finishing on the podium. His friends start to tease him about the constant smile on his face and his unusual phone habits.

Wordcount: 1.4 k

Warnings: none

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March 23rd, 2024 - Melbourne, Australia

The roar of the crowd was still fresh in Lando’s ears as he stepped off the podium, his heart still racing from the rush of adrenaline. The Australian Grand Prix had been everything he’d hoped for and more—a beautiful battle for P3, finally landing him on the podium after an agonizing stretch to start the 2024 season. As the champagne sprayed, he shared the moment with Carlos, who took the victory, and Charles, who stood proud beside him in second.

Back in the paddock, Lando was buzzing, the excitement from the race still keeping him on cloud nine. But there was one thing that had his smile a little wider than usual, one thing that his friends, if they noticed, weren’t going to let him live down.

As he made his way back to the driver’s lounge, Alex, George, and Charles were already there, laughing and talking about the race. Lando plopped down onto the couch next to Charles, his phone still clutched in his hand. His grin couldn’t be wiped off his face, no matter how hard he tried.

—You’re seriously gonna be like this all day, aren’t you?— Alex said, glancing over at him with a knowing smile.

Lando chuckled, slipping the phone back into his pocket. —What can I say? It’s been a good race. I’m happy.—

George leaned over, raising an eyebrow. —Yeah, we can see that. You’ve been glued to your phone all race weekend. What’s going on, mate? Someone finally texting you back?—

Lando rolled his eyes, his grin widening. —You’re all so nosy.—

—Come on, we’re just curious, mate.— Charles chimed in, leaning forward with a playful glint in his eye. —Who’s got our boy smiling like that? I think we all deserve to know, considering it’s not the usual, mysterious “Instagram scrolling” face you make.—

—It’s not Instagram scrolling!— Lando protested, though his grin didn’t fade. —It’s... a friend, alright? Just a friend.—

—Yeah, right, just a friend.— George chuckled. —I’ve never seen you look at your phone that much unless it’s something... or someone special.—

Lando tried to suppress another smile, but it was no use. —It’s not what you think.—

Alex leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. —Oh, now you’ve definitely got us intrigued. Who is this ‘friend’ that’s got you grinning like a Cheshire cat?—

Lando’s gaze flickered between his friends, unsure whether to let them in on the secret. He’d been keeping things between him and Amelie quiet for a while now. They’d had their reasons, not wanting to make a spectacle of things. But after months of careful whispers, his patience was wearing thin.

—Alright, fine.— Lando finally relented, his shoulders sagging in defeat. —You wanna know? It’s Amelie.—

The room went quiet for a beat.

—Wait, what?— George blinked, clearly not sure if he’d heard right.

—Amelie? As in, Checo's Amelie?— Charles asked, his voice rising in disbelief.

Lando nodded, his smile softening. —Yeah, that Amelie. We’ve been... seeing each other for a while now.—

Alex’s face lit up, a grin spreading across his face. —No way! You two? That’s huge— he laughed, looking at George and Charles, both of whom were still processing the news.

—Hold up, hold up.— George raised a hand, his eyes narrowing in on Lando. —So you’re telling us... you’ve been texting her non-stop this whole time because... you two are together? For real?—

Lando’s grin became a little sheepish. —Yeah. We’ve been dating since November. Just... kept it low key.—

—That’s insane.— Charles shook his head, still not quite believing it. —You two were always so flirty, but I thought it was just... you know, part of the whole ‘we’re good friends’ act.—

—That’s the thing.— Lando leaned back, stretching his legs out. —We were friends first. But after... well, after everything that happened in the past, we kind of just picked things back up. It’s... it’s real now.—

—Real now?— George repeated, his voice laced with mock seriousness. —Mate, when did this start? Like, you two are actually an item? That’s mental. Are you seriously telling me Checo knows about this?—

Lando froze. His stomach twisted slightly at the mention of Checo. —Yeah, Checo knows. He was one of the first ones, actually.—

Alex raised an eyebrow. —Checo knows, and he’s not going to kill you for it? That’s... surprising.—

Lando laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. —Well, to be fair, it was a bit awkward at first. He’s protective of her, you know? He basically raised her. But we’ve talked it through, and he’s supporting us now. Though... I think he still thinks I’m an idiot most of the time.—

—Well, it is Checo.— George smirked. —That guy’s gonna kill you when he realizes you two are more than just texting. I don’t care what he says. You know how he is with his sister-in-law.—

—Yeah, I know.— Lando chuckled, but there was a slight edge of nervousness in his voice. —I think the first time he found out we were actually together, he nearly gave me a heart attack. He... well, he wasn’t exactly thrilled at first. But we worked through it. Slowly. He’s definitely... not as keen on me as Amelie is.—

—You think?— George shot him a knowing look. —Honestly, mate, I would’ve been more worried if Checo was cool with it. The man’s like an older brother to her, so I can imagine the real conversation happened behind closed doors. What’s it like now? You guys get along better?—

Lando shifted uncomfortably, his thoughts turning to the many talks they’d had. He remembered the first time he’d seen Checo after he and Amelie started dating seriously, the intense conversation they’d shared in Bahrain. Checo had not been happy about it at first—understandably so, given how close he was to Amelie—but they had worked through it. Slowly. Still, there were moments when Lando could sense that Checo was silently judging him, always watching to see if he’d mess up. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

—Yeah, well... Checo’s already pretty aware of how much I care about her. He’s been cool about it, but it’s still kind of awkward. I can tell he’s trying to come to terms with it.—

The door to the lounge creaked open, and in walked Checo himself, his eyes immediately landing on Lando, then narrowing slightly in amusement.

—What’s all this?— Checo asked, a grin creeping up on his face as he took a seat near them. —Are you guys finally getting to the point where you’re gonna spill the beans about what Lando’s been so damn happy about?—

Lando froze for a second, a nervous chuckle escaping him. —I think we were just getting there, yeah.—

—Oh really?— Checo raised an eyebrow. —Finally going public with it, are we? About time. I was starting to think you’d keep this thing going in the shadows forever.—

Lando looked at Checo, realizing his tone wasn’t one of anger, but more of teasing. —I mean... we were trying to keep it low-key, you know? Didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. But I guess we’re pretty obvious now, huh?—

Checo shrugged, still grinning. —I figured it out a while ago. And honestly, it’s fine. You two look happy. I’m just waiting for you to make me an uncle. That’s the real kicker.—

Lando’s face turned bright red at the comment, and Alex burst out laughing.

—Mate, you’re really gonna start talking about kids now? Checo, slow down, we’re still in the “dating” phase.—

—Hey, it’s not my fault Lando’s the one moving faster than his car on a straightaway.— Checo teased, then turned to Lando with a wink. —But seriously, I’m happy for you, man. Just take care of her, alright? You know how I feel about her. If you hurt her, I’ll break your legs.—

Lando laughed nervously. —I get it. I’m not going anywhere. I’m in this for the long haul, I swear.—

Checo’s grin softened, and he gave Lando a nod. —Good. Just remember, I’m always watching. And don’t think for a second I won’t pull up if I need to give you a little “friendly” reminder.—

Lando raised his hands in mock surrender. —I hear you loud and clear. Promise I’m not messing this up. She’s everything.—

The group settled into a more comfortable silence, the teasing continuing in a more relaxed tone. But as Lando looked around at his friends, he couldn’t help but feel grateful. Not just for his podium, but for the people who supported him—especially Amelie, who was always there, cheering him on in the background, her text message popping up with little words of encouragement. It was the little things that made it all feel real. And no matter how much Checo might tease him, Lando was certain of one thing: he was exactly where he was meant to be.

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Carlos in LandoLOG 🥹

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[Image Description: A banner with a podium showing first, second and third placw with confetti over it. In first place there are Spock and James Kirk, from Star Trek. In second place there are Gideon Nav and Harrowhark Nonagesimus, from The Locked Tomb book series. In third place there are Caleb Widogast and Essek Thelyss, from the second campaign of Critical Role. End ID]

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