Interviews by Sergio Álvarez; spiritual guidance by Diego Merino; header image by Juan Manuel Gil / Agence Galeron.
Qualifying
P1, Sargeant (1:43.871); P2, Iwasa (1:43.877); P3, Vesti (1:43.900).
“I just got it!”Logan Sargeant
Q: “Logan, P1 in France, you’re flying and frying ’em already! You said over the team radio that there was still lap time left on the table so where exactly around the…
Every time a F1 driver’s appendix gives up a new rip in the timeline is formed
I’ll explain:
The LAST appendicitis we saw in F1 was Alex Albon in Monza of 2022. Like Carlos, Alex ran FP1 & FP2 before confronting the tummy issues and finding out they were serious. When he was diagnosed and officially unable to race, Nick Devries was called up to drive for Williams for the weekend.
Nick has been waiting in the wings for years, putting in impressive drives in other series but never finding an open F1 seat. He drives incredibly well — qualifies 13th after only 1 free practice session, and manages to finish 9th in the race itself. These are the first points scored for Williams this season.
After the race, Nick had dinner with Max Verstappen, who tells him to give Helmut Marko a call.
That call turns into Nick being signed to then-Alpha Tauri (now VCARB) for the 2023 season.
But that sort of… does not go well. Midway into the season, Nick is dropped for Drive To Survive’s favorite boy, Daniel Ricciardo.
As far as things go, the timeline seems restored. Danny Ric goes from social media support for Red Bull to the beginning of his comeback arc…
Until he crashes into the wall and breaks his wrist.
ENTER: New Zealand’s Golden Retriever, Liam Lawson
Liam is INCREDIBLE. Knocks Max Verstappen, resident best driving boy, out of qualifying!!! This is unheard of. The paddock is alive.
But when Danny’s wrist heals, Liam is sent back into his reserve position.
FLASH FORWARD. We have another appendicitis.
Once again, a smooth operator ignores tummy issues. Drives lots. Finally sees doctor, and finds out he has been putting g forces on an appendix that MUST go.
ENTER: F1’s Peter Parker, Ollie Bearman.
This fresh faced babe is only 18. Is less than 4 one hundredths of a second off of knocking the greatest driver of all time out, Lewis Hamilton, of qualifying. Ironically, in this unspooled timeline that we’re currently living in, the seat that Ollie’s keeping warm? Yeah, next year, Lewis Hamilton will be in that seat.
And Ollie!!!! Is!!! Killing it!!!
He finished SEVENTH… ahead of Lewis.
And Lewis? Lewis is so proud of the literal child that he stands next to his car and waits for Ollie to free himself of the car so he can hug him.
Anyways, welcome to appendicitis 2. Silly season is about to get interesting.
summary: he stayed to hand out candy but actually just wanted to make out. unfortunately, hungry kids won’t wait to ring the doorbell.
pairing: liam lawson x female! reader
warnings: allusions to sex, liam is a horny teenager, very suggestive but no smut, reader gets baby fever real fast and liam has a dirty mouth. I am incapable of writing anything wholesome about this man, apparently.
"jesus fuck!"
"y/n y/m/n y/l/n, watch your language!" her mother shouted from the kitchen
next to her on the couch, liam snickered, pulling her closer. guillermo del toro's 'cabinet of curiosities' was playing on the screen, and y/n had been jumpy throughout the whole episode.
y/n was a gentle soul. she preferred cozy mysteries, and humorous action thrillers as opposed to straight up horror. sure, the pillars of the slasher genre were wonderful films (she's first in line to see any new 'scream' movie), but she did not do well when she was genuinely scared.
"sorry, mom!" she shouted, resting her head against liam's shoulder. "liam has bad taste in movies."
"it's one episode!" the kiwi laughed. "i'm sorry, you can pick the next movie."
y/n rolled her eyes, getting up from the couch to hug her parents goodbye. she and liam had agreed to stay in that night, allowing her parents to go to an annual charity event thrown by one of her fathers friends. her sister was at a party, and as someone who had a quiet, peaceful life and wasn’t always invited to things, y/n was extended a chance to stay at home.
of course, learning that they would have the house to themselves, liam was all too quick to tag along, for less than wholesome reasons. while y/n had planned a couple's movie night, complete with matching hotel transylvania costumes and a stack of scooby doo movies, wheras liam had planned to get her to scream in more ways than one.
y/n got up from the couch, her nylon-clad feet skidding across the hardwood as she went to hug her parents. "bye guys, i'll see you in the morning."
"have a great time, mr. and mrs. (your last intital)!" liam shouted
"no funny business with my daughter, lawson. and no drinking." her father scolded, pointing his finger towards his daughter's boyfriend.
"dad! we're adults, i think we can handle ourselves." she laughed, giving her father a hug before her parents went out the front door.
she closed the door behind them, leaving it unlocked and the jack-o-lantern on the front porch turned on before backtracking to the kitchen and refilling the candy dish she and liam had been snacking from.
"you'll have to keep an ear out for the front door, but other than that, do you want to put beetlejuice on when this is over?" she suggested, bringing the candy bowl back over to the couch and curling into her boyfriend.
"i dunno, your parents are gone, i kind of hand something else on my mind." liam grinned, one hand trailing up her thigh.
"oh yeah?" she purred, maneuvering herself into liam's lap, poking his nose before kissing him softly, her blue lipstick smearing against his skin.
liam cupped her face with his free hand, his other arm going around her waist to pull her closer. she hummed contentedly as she nestled her body into his, taking his top lip in between her own.
“your lipstick tastes good.” liam remarked, lips ringed in the dark blue cosmetic. “like blue raspberry.”
“you’re such a dork.” she giggled, brushing an errant blonde hair out of his face before kissing her lover again.
liam moaned into it, feeling himself grow harder every time that her thigh brushed over his crotch. she was driving him wild, the end of cabinets of curiosities forgotten as they made out like teenagers.
the doorbell rang, startling them both as they jolted on the couch. y/n pulled away from liam, wiping the smudged gloss from her swollen lips before getting off the couch and reaching for the bowl of cadbury chocolates across from her.
“trick or treat!”
there were three kids standing in the doorstep, each dressed as a different superhero as they held pillowcases out in front of them as she dropped handfuls of pocket sized chocolates into the bags.
“you kids have a great night.” she chirped, waving not just to the kids, but to the parents waiting on the sidewalk before slipping back into the house.
she left the plastic candy dish on the front bench, a grin on her face as she went back to the living room. liam hadn’t mailed from the couch, one hand over his eyes and the other clutching a throw pillow over his crotch.
“seriously, liam?” she laughed, reaching for the tv remote. “come on, we have to be aware of our surroundings. little kids are going to be knocking on the door all night.”
liam groaned. “sounds like hell to me, babe.”
she shook her head, grinning as she used the remote to navigate over to the amazon icon to rent ‘beetlejuice.” she was just about to hit rent when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.
“liam!” she shouted, giggling as he nuzzled his cold nose into the tender flesh of her neck. “you know you’re just gonna get interrupted again, right?”
“don’t care.” he hummed, pressing kisses up and down her throat. “babe, we finally have the house to ourselves and I am so fucking horny for you right now.”
she giggled, extracting herself from liam’s hold to teasingly bend down near the coffee table, placing the realtor back on the glass top. at the sight of her skirt riding up over her orange and black nylon tights, the lacy hem of her panties visible through the nylon as she bent over, the kiwi could hardly contain himself.
especially when there was another ring of the doorbell.
this time, liam offered to get the door, almost dropping the candy bowl as he tried to get the door open, shaking hands unable to grasp the doorknob as be tried to get his breathing under control.
“woah, are you liam lawson?” one of the kids shouted, his voice echoing through the street. “I watched you on tv last week!”
despite himself, liam laughed. “right on, kiddo!” he held his fist out for a fist bump, kneeling to the kids level. “hang on just a second and I’ll get my girlfriend out here to take a picture of the two of us, yeah?”
“you seem cheerful for a man that didn’t want to hand out candy.” y/n chuckled from the doorway. “come on then, pass me his iPod touch or whatever and I’ll get the best fan pics he’s ever seen.”
the kids eyes lit up as liam moved to crouch next to him, matching his height almost exactly as y/n snapped a few pictures.
“your girlfriend is really pretty.” the kid said, giddy as he took his iPod back. “are you guys going to get married?”
liam laughed heartily, tactfully avoiding the question as he asked the kid what his favourite part of the race in qatar had been, dropping a handful of cadbury chocolates into the mummy shaped bucket.
once the kid was gone and the door was closed, he wasted no time in pulling y/n close and sliding his hands up her dress.
“someone’s eager. if anyone should be exited after watching you interact with kids, it should be me.” she giggled, kissing his cheek.
her lipstick was dry now, and liam found himself slightly disappointed that it didn’t leave a mark.
liam raised an eyebrow. “oh, yeah? so in addition to making you scream my name tonight, should I fill you up with my cum? start practicing for when it’s time to get you pregnant?”
she nodded eagerly, wishing for nothing more than liam pressing her up against the foyer wall and taking what he wanted. what they both wanted.
“fuck.” liam breathed, his breath warm on her skin. “you’re really hot when you have baby fever, you know that? and that kid wasn’t even a baby, he was like five.”
“shut up and kiss me, lawson.”
but just as liam leaned in, the fucking doorbell rang.
he cursed, throwing his head back in a groan as y/n gave him a sympathetic smile. she picked up the candy bucket, dutifully opening the front door and greeting the horde of kids who had chased each other up the driveway and around liams bmw.
while her back was turned, distracted by handing out candy, liam reached his breaking point, scrambling to find a piece of paper and a pen.
please take one handful each, and ring the doorbell if bowl is empty. we are home but enjoying a scary movie night and my girlfriend is jumpy :)
when y/n turned away, closing the door behind her, liam was quick to grab the bowl, whisking it away to the kitchen and ignoring his girlfriends confused look as he practically overfilled the bowl, taking on the sign and leaving it on the cast iron bench outside the house.
“now, where were we?” he grinned, pulling her in for a kiss. she broke out into a smile, knowing exactly why liam had done what he did. “that bowl is almost full, it will keep the kids occupied for a very long time.”
“what if someone takes the whole bowl? what then?” she giggled, playfully teasing her lover, hands gently rubbing at his shoulder blades.
“then I’ll buy your mom a new one.” he decided, paying the matter very little attention as he swept his girlfriend off her feet, carrying her bridal style towards the stairs. “now, my fair maiden, you bedroom awaits.”
yourusername monaco is probably one of the most special places... even more so now that i've scored my first podium of the season here! p3 does taste pretty good and the view isn't half as bad either, let's go onwards from here on now! officialmpmotorsport
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user1 it's kinda embarrassing that she's only now been on the podium
⤷ user2 she's literally a rookie calm down for a second.´
user3 it's so sweet that liam came, especially because monaco is such an important race
⤷ user4 and she even got her first podium there!
liamlawson30 so proud baby ❤️💙
⤷ yourusername see you in shibata!
user5 i love how liam and y/n still find ways to support each other despite their own racing schedules
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yourusername always feeling the proudest when i see my lil dom toretto race his heart out
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user6 girl not her calling him dom stop this is funny
⤷ user7 family
liamlawson30 does that make you letty ortiz?
⤷ yourusername who is that i never actually watched the films
user8 should i download tinder again? i'm too single rn
⤷ user9 girl i'm downloading tinder, hinge and bumble as we're speaking
user10 let me cry in the corner over how cute this
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liamlawson30 letty ortiz in spielberg
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user11 them continuing the fast&furious joke is peak
⤷ user12 y/n gives me more suki from 2 fast 2 furious vibes if i'm being honest
yourusername i think i need to watch fast&furious just to understand the joke i started
⤷ liamlawson30 next time i'm around?
⤷ yourusername it's a date!
user13 i love their unconditional support and the effort they both put into their relationship
user14 they are the it couple fr
⤷ user15 the dom toretto and letty ortiz
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yourusername p2 here in spa right before the summer break feels amazing!! thank you to the whole officialmpmotorsport team for this amazing race! am i doing letty justice? i think so.
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user16 it's so amazing to see y/n constantly get better and collecting more and more podiums. i'm so excited to see her race again after the summer break!
user17 she's definitely going places
liamlawson30 so insanely proud to see you up there
⤷ yourusername guess i'm just that good
user18 i'm in love with y/n's and liam's relationship
FIA F2, Monaco Qualy Quotes: Lawson's Law (Results Are Provisional)
#F2 #MonacoGP Qualy quotes.
Interviews by Sergio Álvarez; spiritual guidance by Diego Merino; header image by Tony Hall.
P1 – Liam Lawson, Carlin, 1:21.229 (Group A)
P2 – Théo Pourchaire, ART Grand Prix, 1:21.535 (Group B)
P3 – Ayumu Iwasa, DAMS, 1:21.288 (Group A)
https://twitter.com/Formula2/status/1530141196617654273?s=20&t=YigoYc59K98peBGFnB1C3w
Kiwi over the moon & start-finish line
Q: “Cogrtas guys, what changes…
a/n: this could be written sooo much better but idk lately I’ve been struggling with my writing :/ also I can’t remember if Liam has drove in f1 before (I don’t think so) so if he has pretend he hasn’t!!! p11 for Liam!!! enjoy everyone xx
From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes
I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this
the stakes are a lot higher in formula 1. the big lights, the cameras, the roars of the fans are new added pressure to Liam. he’s familiar with his job: go in, drive, and prove others wrong. but this was just a lucky circumstance that could dictate the rest of his career. no pressure by the way!
“talk to me.” you toss your phone to the side of the plush hotel mattress. extending your arms outward, he crawls into your lap and rests his head against your chest. his blond hairs stick up tickling your chin as you rub soft circles into his skin. this is how it’s been lately. he freaks himself out until he falls asleep, goes to training, and then the cycle repeats itself. Liam Lawson was not adjusting well to the big rigs of formula 1.
“just a lot going on.” he mutters into your shirt shoving his face into the middle of your breasts, “I’m just scared.” he admits and for the first time liam let’s you into his little anxious world, and the feeling in your gut is anything but pleasant.
you could tell he wasn’t happy, he loves driving and he loves alpha tauri, but this pressure was different. this need to be excellent was crucial and it was running him dry. they were going to run him to the ground before he ever made his first full season debut, huh?
“you’re going to do amazing, Liam.”
“how do you know?” he pulls away from you, leaving your body feeling cold and empty. he’s sitting upward, running his hands through his hair. he gets up from your lap and begins to pace the floor at the end of the bed, “this is a life time opportunity that I could fail, y/n.” the words are bitter at his tongue you want to just shake him out of this horrid spell. you wish there was more you could do than give him promises that could be empty.
but the thing was, he’s right. there’s a hint of fear that creeps into your mind. whenever you think you’re safe from the thoughts, they come running back. what if he does bad? what if he actually can’t perform to his best? these questions haunt you at night while you cuddle your boyfriend to sleep.
“I can’t predict the future and nor do I know what it holds, but Liam,” you say, crawling to the edge of the bed, you stop him by taking his hands into yours. his eyes flicker from your finger tips holding his shaking hands up into your eyes, “you can drive the hell out of a formula two car. what’s stopping you from jumping this hurdle?”
you watch those green eyes. the tidal waves of fear and exhaustion battle each other before he hangs his head low, “fear. anxiety. I’m afraid of being seen as a failure.”
you take your hands against his cheeks, pulling his face upward so your eyes connect, “you are not a failure, and I know for a fact you never will be.” you say. pulling his body into yours, you wrap your arms around him and hug him tighter into your chest, “you’re going to be fine. tomorrow is the first big step, it’ll all pan out.”
“you make it sound so easy.” he pulls his body away and slouches down beside you at the edge. his feet dangle off the edge, he looks over at you with a wary smile, “but I trust you. it’ll be okay.”
summary: one man’s misfortune is another’s chance of a lifetime. so what can’t liam lawson seem to get his head in the game?
pairing: liam lawson x female!reader
warnings: mentions of dannys accident, tittyfucking except liam is too distracted for it to go very far, liam is nervous as hell about finally getting an f1 drive, sneaking into an f1 track to go jogging at ungodly hours is illegal so please do not do what liam and y/n are about to do.
the hotel room was peaceful and calm, lit only by the light from the window and the pitifully small lamp on the nightstand as she slipped beneath the covers, palming her lover through his sweatpants.
as she dipped further beneath the sheets, playfully pulling the duvet over her head, she carefully extracted her lovers erect dick from his shorts, slipping it in between her breasts and under the elastic in her lacy white bralette.
“fuck, sweetheart.” liam hummed softly, watching his dick slide between her boobs.
she looked like an angel, haloed in white, hair missed from the sheets, bottom lip in between her teeth as she tried to bite back a moan, fingers gently palming her nipples through the skimpy lace covering her chest.
so why couldn’t liam focus? it seemed like sacrilege to be thinking about trivial things like race cars and track limits and tyre strategies while the woman he loved and treasured most was currently fucking him with her tits.
he moaned softly, quieter than the norm as he laid his head back against the pillows, bleached blonde hair fanning out round his head as he tried to recenter himself.
focus, liam, he scolded himself.
“babe?” she asked softly, slipping off his dick and tucking her boobs back into her bra as she resurfaced, brushing his hair out of his face. “are you okay? you seem quiet. distant. usually I can’t get you to stop moaning, today you feel like you’re somewhere else.”
liam sighed, turning to face her, tucking himself back into his sweatpants as she lay to rest next to him, one hand gently cradling his face.
“you’re worried about tomorrow, aren’t you?”
“maybe.” liam hummed, kissing her palm. “I haven’t raced zandvoort in over a year, and super formula is so different.”
“oh, liam.” she sighed, kissing his forehead. “you’ve earned this. and yeah, what happened to daniel fucking sucks balls. but you’ve been wanting this all your life.”
“and what if I bottle this?”
y/n sighed, clambering out if the bed and reaching for her under armour leggings. “come on, I’ve got an idea. we have to get out of this room.”
“where are we going, and do I need to wear underwear?”
“you’ll see, now hurry up!”
it was dark outside, stars high in the sky as they got out of y/n’s rental car, giggling as they ducked under the rotating barriers to the paddock. it was strange to see zandvoort at night: a deserted shell of what it was supposed to be, food carts frozen in time and waiting for the crowds to come flocking back.
“I’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to be here.” liam whispered, trying to keep up with his girlfriend as she ran in the direction of the track itself.
“don’t be a baby, lawson!” she shouted, ducking under the cage where the marshals stood when they waved the flags. “come on!”
shaking his head, liam followed her. it was eerie to stand at the starting line, and he felt small standing in the wide expanse of asphalt, the moonlight glaring down at him.
“we’re going for a run. it will take your mind off things, and running the track might help you get your bearings back.”
“have I ever told you how incredible you are?” liam laughed, pulling her in for a kiss.
“maybe once or twice.” she smiled up at him. “now, if I win you have to give me orgasms and breakfast in bed.”
Liam’s hearty laugh echoed through the empty track. “do you want a head start, then?”
“you son of a bitch!” she laughs, playfully pushing him away. “you’d better not let me win!”
and as she started running down the main straight, liam stayed firmly rooted by the starting line, watching the bright expression in her face in the half light and the way her ass moved (he was a man after all).
I knew that as long as I didn't do something stupid and mess it up, he'd always leave just enough space... And I think there was a good level of trust and respect between both of us.
This is such a nice thing to say about your opponent. The respect they have for each other ❤