#dark!kelly piquet

[amirasainz]

Write something about Max and Kelly corrupting innocent younger reader. They treat her like a porcelain doll and make sure she is always in their sight. They are very possessive and obsessed

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-xoxo babygirl 💕

No Part 2!

Keeping her away

"Where are you going, YN?" Max’s voice was smooth yet carried a dark edge that made YN pause, one hand still on the door.

She looked over her shoulder, offering a soft smile. "Oh, I was just going to meet Jess for coffee. I thought I mentioned it."

Kelly appeared from the other side of the room, her gaze warm but intent and possessive. "Did you check in with us first? You know we just like to know where you are, sweetheart." She reached out, tucking a stray strand of YN's hair behind her ear. Kelly had the habit of always touching the younger girl. It was her way of making sure YN was safe. "You know it’s not safe out there. Besides… we kind of like having you around."

YN’s cheeks flushed at the attention, feeling a bit like a child being fussed over by parents—though Max and Kelly were only a few years older than her. Still, they always treated her with such adoration, like she was someone who needed looking after. Like she couldn't exist without the other two.

"It’s just coffee," she replied, laughing softly, "I’ll be back in an hour or two."

Max exchanged a long look with Kelly. "Come on, YN, it’s not that we don’t trust you," he said, stepping closer, his gaze softening, but carrying a possesive sparkle in them. "We just worry, you know? We don’t want you getting hurt."

"How about this?" Kelly chimed in, wrapping a strong arm around YN’s waist. "Let us come with you. We can sit nearby, give you space, but if you need anything, we’ll be right there."

YN’s expression wavered. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful. They did so much for her, always checking in, always knowing exactly what she needed before she even had to ask.

"Alright," she agreed, smiling. "You two can come, but only if you promise not to embarrass me!"

Max chuckled, guiding her toward the door with a firm hand on her lower back, nearly touching her ass. "Promise. We’ll just be… there in case you need us."

The three of them arrived at the café, with Jess already waiting. When she saw Max and Kelly trailing YN, her eyebrows raised. "Hey, YN," Jess said, giving her a questioning look. "I didn’t know we’d have company."

YN shrugged, taking a seat. "They just wanted to make sure I was safe." She grinned, not noticing how Jess’s face flickered with confusion.

While Jess and YN caught up, Max and Kelly sat at a nearby table, never taking their eyes off their girl. At one point, Max leaned toward Kelly, murmuring softly, "See how happy she looks with us here. We’re doing the right thing, keeping an eye on her."

Kelly nodded, eyes bright with a crazy twinkle as she watched YN laugh. "She needs us, Max. We’re the only ones who really understand her. Nobody else could love her the way we do. Nobody could ever protect her the way we can. We are the only ones she can love, forever."

They lingered at the café, Max occasionally glancing at Jess whenever she made YN laugh too hard, his jaw tightening just a little too hard for it to be causal. Kelly, sensing his mood, placed a calming hand on his arm, trying to keep her anger at bay when she looked at her precious love and the person she called a "friend".

"Remember," she whispered, "YN will come back with us. She always does."

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Later that evening, back at Max and Kelly’s home, YN spotted a new photo on the wall—one of her from the café, laughing at something Jess had said.

"Another one?" she laughed, turning to them. "You two are so obsessed with pictures."

Max smiled warmly, stepping closer to her. "You’re just so beautiful, YN. We love being able to see you around us, even when you’re not there."

Kelly leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching YN with a fond gaze. "Do you like it? We took it because it just… captured you perfectly. Don’t you think?"

YN’s cheeks heated. She felt flattered, even a bit shy. "I guess it’s… kind of sweet. I’m lucky to have you two."

"No, YN," Kelly said, stepping forward and taking her hand, kissing her cheek softly, before whisperingin her ear. "We’re the lucky ones. You’re like our little angel. You let us take care of you, and that means everything to us." Kelly's declaration of love made her shiver.

YN felt her heart skip. She’d never had anyone look out for her so closely. Sometimes her friends hinted it was… maybe a bit much, but what did they know? Max and Kelly loved her, cared for her in ways she couldn’t imagine anyone else doing. And they wanted her safe.

"So… you don’t mind?" she asked, looking up at Max. "That I need you both so much?"

Max’s gaze softened. "YN, we wouldn’t have it any other way." He put a gentle hand on her cheek. "You’re exactly where you’re meant to be."

Kelly nodded, brushing a thumb over YN’s knuckles. "Exactly. With us."

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Days passed, and each time YN tried to spend time on her own or with friends, Max and Kelly always found a reason to join or have her stay with them instead. They’d perfected the art of reassuring her with gentle smiles and soft words, constantly reminding her of how precious she was to them and how they didn't want anything happening to her.

One evening, YN noticed Max quietly watching her from the doorway as she arranged flowers on the kitchen table. "Something on your mind?" she asked with a teasing grin.

He tilted his head, smiling. "Nothing in particular. Just… happy."

Kelly appeared by his side, nodding as she took YN’s hand, guiding her to sit between them on the couch. "We love having you here, YN. You feel that too, don’t you?"

"Of course," YN replied, her heart warming. "I mean… I don’t know what I’d do without you two."

"And you won’t ever have to," Kelly murmured softly, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before bringing her in a hug. Over YN's shoulder, Kelly shared a dark look with Max, tightening her hold on YN. A silent form of communication between them. Nothing would ever touch their YN. Ever.

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Baby Fever in Abu Dhabi

Word count: 840

Pairing: lando Norris x reader

Summary: After Max and Kelly announce their pregnancy during a dinner in Abu Dhabi, Y/n finds herself daydreaming about starting a family with Lando.

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The Abu Dhabi Grand Prix weekend was always electric, the perfect mix of high stakes and celebration. The paddock buzzed with energy, and the golden hues of the desert sunset made everything feel surreal. Lando Norris and Y/n had just wrapped up a long day of media sessions and track walks, and they were both ready to unwind.

Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet had invited them for dinner at their suite in the luxurious Yas Marina hotel. Y/n had been looking forward to it all day—Max and Kelly always made great company, and their gatherings were a welcome break from the intense race weekend atmosphere.

When they arrived, Kelly greeted them with her signature warmth, her glowing smile instantly making Y/n feel at home.

“Come in, come in,” Kelly said, ushering them inside. The suite was stunning, with a view overlooking the illuminated marina, the yachts glittering like jewels against the dark water.

Max appeared from the kitchen carrying a bottle of wine. “About time,” he teased, shaking Lando’s hand. “Thought you’d get lost on the way here.”

“Not everyone drives like you, mate,” Lando joked, smirking as he plopped onto the couch.

Y/n gave Kelly a quick hug, then turned to Max. “Thanks for having us. This place is incredible.”

“We’re glad you could come,” Kelly said, her voice unusually soft.

As dinner was served, the conversation flowed easily, touching on everything from the season’s highs and lows to plans for the off-season. But Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that Max and Kelly were holding something back. They exchanged knowing glances throughout the meal, and Kelly’s hand frequently rested on her stomach.

Finally, as dessert was brought out—a decadent chocolate cake that Y/n immediately eyed with excitement—Max cleared his throat.

“Alright,” he began, his tone quieter than usual. “We have something to share with you.”

Kelly placed her hand on his, her smile lighting up the room. “We’re having a baby,” she said, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.

Y/n gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “Oh my God, Kelly! That’s amazing!”

Lando blinked, clearly caught off guard but quick to recover. “Wow, congrats, mate! That’s… wow.” He stood up, giving Max a firm handshake and a clap on the back before hugging Kelly.

Y/n practically launched herself at Kelly, wrapping her in a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you two! You’re going to be the best parents.”

Kelly laughed softly, her hand instinctively brushing over her small bump. “Thank you. We’re so excited—and nervous, of course. But mostly excited.”

As the evening continued, the conversation shifted to baby names, nursery ideas, and Max’s surprisingly sentimental thoughts about fatherhood. Y/n couldn’t stop smiling, but deep down, a small, unexpected pang tugged at her heart.

On the drive back to their hotel later that night, Y/n stared out the window at the shimmering lights of Abu Dhabi. The streets were alive with fans and festivities, but her mind was elsewhere.

“You’ve been quiet,” Lando said, glancing at her as he navigated through the bustling roads.

She hesitated before responding. “It’s just… Max and Kelly. They seemed so happy, didn’t they?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, his tone casual. “Max looked like he’d just won two championships in one season or something.”

She laughed softly, then turned to face him. “Don’t you think it’s amazing? Starting a family, building something together like that?”

Lando’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, and he gave her a quick look. “You’re not saying we should do that anytime soon, right?”

“No!” she said quickly, her cheeks flushing. “I’m just saying… I don’t know. Seeing them tonight made me think about it. Someday, maybe?”

He pulled into the hotel parking lot, switching off the engine before turning to her fully. His expression softened, a mix of amusement and tenderness. “You’ve got baby fever, don’t you?”

Y/n groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Maybe a little. But it’s not like I want a baby tomorrow or anything. It’s just… it made me think.”

Lando reached over, pulling her hands away from her face. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re avoiding the question.”

He chuckled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her forehead. “Alright, I’ll admit it: seeing Max all excited like that was kind of cool. But we’ve got time, Y/n. Let’s enjoy what we have now, yeah?”

She nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, we do have a pretty good thing going, don’t we?”

He grinned, his signature mischievous look returning. “The best. And who knows? Maybe one day we’ll have a little Norris running around. But let’s take it one step at a time—like getting me through this race weekend first.”

Y/n laughed, the tension melting away as they headed inside. As she slipped her hand into his, she couldn’t help but picture a future where their little family dreams might just come true. But for now, she was happy with their here and now—and Lando by her side.

[23victoria]

Passing the Phone

f1 grid x reader

warnings: cussing, unhinged, satire, complete jokes (are they?...), dark humor ig…idk, talk of age gaps, sa allegations, no just kidding...very much reading people to the filth

authors note: lmaoo don’t ask me why i wrote this cause idk…but this is so unhinged 😭😭 please don’t take offense to this and if you do…i said don’t…all jokes i love them, some of them, you can find it funny or you won’t, just wanted to get this out of my drafts

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Video starts with Y/N holding the phone, in selfie mode.

Y/N: I'm passing the phone to someone who had the biggest breakup in F1 history with a blond German boy named Nico.

Lewis: Babe, no!

Y/N: What, too soon? It's been years but okay! Sorry! Okay, let me start again. I'm passing the phone to someone who said "Fuck Mercedes" and is going to Ferrari for 2025!

Lewis: Y/N, no!! You cannot say that! You’re gonna get me in trouble!!

Y/N: Fine, fine, fine. I'm passing the phone to the GOAT of this generation with the most wins in F1 history, yet he was robbed of the championship in 2021.

Y/N passes the phone to Lewis.

Lewis: stares at Y/N then laughs “I'm passing the phone to someone who is known more for his memes than driving skills.”

Lewis passes the phone to George.

George: laughs “Hahaha real funny…I'm passing the phone to someone who took six years to get their first win."

Lando: “Dude, what the fuck?! Fuck you, Woody! I'm passing the phone to someone who's younger than me yet acts years older than me.”

Oscar: “....You're not funny... I'm passing the phone to someone who's most likely losing their seat next season.”

Logan: “The fuck, Oscar! I thought we were friends! Low blow, mate. I'm passing the phone to someone who has yet to get P1, yet all his friends who got into F1 after him have won races already.”

Alex: “....And that, Logan, is why you're losing your seat. Mr. What The Fuck is A Kilometer. Anyway, I'm passing the phone to someone who just got brutally murdered by an interviewer on Sky Sports regarding their F1 career, if you could call it that.”

Daniel: “You shouldn’t be talking Mr. I Have No Wins….eat shit…I'm passing the phone to the shortest person on the grid but cusses more than anyone here.”

Yuki: “That interviewer was right, why the fuck do you still have a seat in F1?!! Dickhead. I'm passing the phone to a man with good fashion sense and his teammate might steal his seat.”

Zhou: “Bro….really. I'm passing the phone to someone who acts like he's Australian when he’s not…oh, and his seat is at risk too.”

Bottas: “Yeah, yeah, whatever mate. I'm passing the phone to someone who has enough penalties in just nine races that he can be banned from racing in F1… permanently.

Kevin: “You're so funny, Bottas, hahaha…ha. I'm passing the phone to a dickhead.”

Nico: “Fuck you too asshole. I'm passing the phone to a person who has a shitty ass dad who deserves to be in jail.”

Max: burst out laughing “Ah, no lies told there. I'm passing the phone to someone who only has a seat to protect me from having any real competition…”

You laugh in the background “Oh shit.”

Checo: blank stare “Motherfucker! That just shows your true colors... I'm passing the phone to... who am I supposed to pass it to... uhhh... Y/N.

Takes phone 

Y/N: “Oh, I know! I'm passing the phone to someone who has sexual assault “allegations” against them, but the FIA wants to hide it. I can’t go near him for my safety, so I’ll just turn the camera towards him... *pans the camera to Christian Horner*

Everyone is stunned and silent, then there’s Lewis laughing in the background 

Y/N: “Oh! I have another one! Hey Kelly, “i hear you like them young”, to be more specific at the ripe age of 17... mhmmm, she's a pedoo. What Kendrick say “TRYNA STRIKE A CORD AND ITS PROBABLY A MINNORRRR” *pans the camera to Kelly Piquet*

silence.

Lewis: runs towards Y/N and grabs the camera “Yup, that's enough for today. You're trying to start problems and get people beat up”

Video ends with Lewis taking the phone away from Y/N, shaking his head while laughing.

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*sooooo……that’s the end….LMFAOOOO, again…DO NOT COME FOR ME…ITS JOKES (is it really though)*

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[butterflyintochains]

A Tropical Depression

Interlagos, Brazil, 2016. Juliette Leclerc is seventeen, and her family are in Brazil to see Max in the F1 race. Though she tries to be happy and positive all the time, something breaks in Brazil.

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It's been raining buckets in Interlagos since the family landed yesterday, it's freezing cold, and you'd never even guess it was day time with how dark it is. For the majority of the Leclerc family, excitement bubbles in the air. For seventeen year old Juliette, all she wants is to go home to Monaco, she's sure she's coming down with something. Being the menace he is, Arthur pulled her out of bed to go for a circuit tour this morning. She loves her younger brother, but all she wanted to do today was rest off this sickly feeling. Oh well, at least Max is here, that's good at least. So, she puts her jacket on, and braves the cold and wet. Once they arrive, Daniel shoots her a concerned look, so she looks that bad, huh? Great. She huddles into her papa's side, enjoying his warmth. ''Are you okay, mon fleur?'' He asks her.

Juliette sniffles, her voice hoarse. ''Yeah, papa, I'l be fine.''

They're given a tour of the paddock, and go out to see the circuit. Juliette's stomach growls at her, she hasn't been hungry since they left home. Carlos slips her an energy bar. ''For you, hermanita.'' Juliette takes it in frigid hands. ''Thanks, Chili.'' She unwraps it, and slowly nibbles on it. She wishes Stefanie and Laura were here, she's always felt so isolated without them. Especially now that she's halfway across the world from them.

Once the tour is done, everyone heads inside to get out of the rain. As if by cue, the Piquet family make their entrance as if they own the place. They cast an arrogant glance over to the Leclerc family, as always, no one calls them on it. This is their home race, they're royalty. ''I wasn't aware teenage girls were allowed in here.'' Kelly offhandedly says.

There it is, someone else making Julia feel like she doesn't belong here with her brothers. Already sick and exhausted, she just curls into her papa's side, and stays silent. ''Kelly, my daughter is sick, leave her be.''

Nelson Jr says. ''Oh, fantastic. A child who is also a danger to the drivers.''

Juliette says, through the pain in her throat. ''I'll be in the car, papa.'' She gets up to leave, Kelly offhandedly says. ''Good, let the adults talk.'' A dizziness takes her, her knees buckle. A pair of kind arms catch her. ''Come on, let's go.'' Max says.

They get back to her hotel room, Max runs to grab some of his stuff. Great, she looks weak in front of the love of her life. Juliette dips into the bathroom to change into some warm clothes, and she gets into bed. Max also changes, and orders her some soup and tea from room service. ''How are you feeling, Julia?''

Juliette sniffles, she's never felt so horrible in her life. Sick in a foreign country, lonely, depressed, her heart aching to just tell Max everything. ''I've felt better.'' Her food arrives, she slowly eats the soup and sandwich, and sips on her tea. ''They had no right to talk to you like that, Julia. Just because we're in Brazil, doesn't mean they get to act like that.''

Juliette says, nursing the still warm cup in her icy hands. ''This is your world, Max, not mine. Maybe I don't belong here.'' Max furrows his brows, and sits next to her on the bed. ''You do, and I'll hear nobody say you don't.'' Her face warms up, fever or the other reason? She doesn't have the energy to figure it out. She puts the cup on the nightstand, too tired to keep holding it. Max's blue eyes scan her face. ''You should sleep, Julia. I'll take the couch.'' Her hazel eyes blown wide, Juliette tugs his sleeve. ''Stay with me, please. I just... don't want to be alone.''

Max nods, and says. ''Okay.'' He gets into bed with her, and they snuggle up together. Finally, she can rest. Enveloped in warmth from Max, listening to the rain outside, safe with someone who understands her. A loud lash of rain wakes her up midway through the night, Max whispers to her. ''It's alright, just the rain.'' She nods, and puts her head back down.

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Raceday is on sunday, Max makes sure Juliette is warm and comfortable before he goes to clock in. This sickness hasn't budged since they all arrived, but she's going to be okay. Her brothers are at the race with their parents, invited by the Ferrari team. But, she's wearing one of Max's many Red Bull hoodies, if she could smell things right now, she'd be so happy. But, she can still feel, and it feels warm and safe, like him. She sits in bed, sketching some local animals, while the race gets underway. Kimi retires on lap nineteen. But, all Julia can focus on is Max. Spain was good, really good. But, this is something else entirely. He's nineteen, but driving like a world champion already. She briefly nods off, but comes around soon after. She orders some lunch, and eats while watching the rest of the race. Max expertly making his way back from a bungled pitstop strategy. What she wouldn't give to be in his garage right now, but, Max insisted on her resting up as much as possible. Max is up into third as the race draws to a close, he's right up with Rosberg and Hamilton. He takes third, and the checkered flag. After the ceremony, Juliette takes another short nap.

Max gets in as she's waking up, his third place trophy in his hand. Her family with him. ''Didn't wake you up, did we?'' Max asks, sitting by her legs. Juliette shakes her head, and takes another one of her tablets. ''No, I just woke up.''

Pascale fusses over her little girl, making sure her pillows are fluffy enough. ''How are you feeling, mon choux?''

Juliette clears her throat, and says. ''A bit better, now you're all here.'' She bitterly asks. ''Were the Piquet siblings saying anything else about me?''

Charles assures her, she's always been the sensitive one of the family, and no doubt Kelly's jibes have not exactly helped. ''No, everyone saw that on thursday, everyone was pissed.'' Max's jaw tightens, it's not often he gets truly angry. ''Good, a grown woman has no business talking to a teenager like that.''

Arthur clocks the hoodie, usually the family wear Ferrari red to races to support Charles and the academy, as well as keep Jules close. But, the midnight blue leaps out to him. ''Is that a Red Bull hoodie, Julia?'' Juliette and Max share a held gaze, she says. ''Max gave it to me, he wanted to make sure I was warm enough.'' Max says, coming back with her freshly filled water bottle. ''You can keep it, I've got loads. Maybe even sit in my garage in Abu Dhabi.''

Juliette coughs into her sleeve. ''I think I'll stay home, this travel has been draining me.''

Herve takes his daughter's hand, looking upset at himself. ''We've noticed, mon fleur, and we've been asking too much of you.'' They sit and talk about the race, Juliette resting her voice mostly, then, bed time. Max stays this night as well, holding her close. This is normal for friends to do, right? This doesn't mean anything, right? All Julia knows is that she's never felt so comfortable in her life.

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Monday dawns, and everyone must clear out to gear up for Abu Dhabi. Juliette slowly wakes up, feeling a bit better. Max comes in with breakfast for them both. They eat, then get ready to go. Mercifully, the rain has stopped, and it is somewhat clearer. Max helps Juliette load her stuff into the car, she spots the Piquet siblings talking to someone at the hotel door, and decides to go over to confront them. ''Nelson, Kelly: I might be young, my papa might not be a world champion. But, my maman and papa taught me manners and respect, they taught me kindness. I hope your papa did too.'' She returns to Max and Charles. Her brother's jaw is on the floor, Max looks proud of her. ''Wow.'' Is all Max says.

Juliette sniffles, and smiles a bit, allowing herself this one moment of pride in herself. ''Merci, Max.'' She gets in the car to the airport. Once there, she hugs Max tight. ''Thank you for this weekend, Max, it meant a lot to me.''

Max smiles, and kisses her forehead. ''No need to thank me, you've been ill, and you're one of my best friends, who am I to let you suffer?''

Juliette says. ''See you soon I hope.'' She slings her bag onto her shoulder, ready for the flight to Nice with her maman while the boys go to the UAE. ''See you soon, Julia.''

She boards her flight, and gets to sleep instantly. She's finally going home for a decent period of time.

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A couple of days pass in Monaco. Juliette is finally over her sickness, and is back to school with her friends. She misses Max like a limb, but still has his hoodie. She finishes some homework, and goes for a brief walk along the sea front. She sits down on a bench, hands in the pockets of the Red Bull hoodie, the hood pulled up. She inhales the sea air, and gives a short prayer for Max's success in the last race of the year. Spain feels so long ago, but she fell in love with him all over again this past week. Hopefully one day she can get up the guts to actually tell him.

[stall1iion]

champions love - one

→ y/n and michael have a really good relationship, michael becoming a unofficial older brother and so she often forgets to act professional (and often rubs off on him)

→ y/n is referring to the ferrari boys when mentioning a red car but is mostly talking about carlos and his scandals

→ this is set in 2023-2024 in mind as that’s when I became a fan but I will do my best to reference previous races/events

Author’s note!

→ first part is out, it is a little short but I’ll try my best to make other chapters way longer! Hope y'all enjoy it, also tell me what you think about the light mode! I can switch it to dark mode!

Taglist: @boiohboii @ale-522 @ietss @theseerbetweenus @jaxx-7 @sainzluvrr @the-untamed-soul

if it’s white that means it did not work!

༉‧₊˚ CHAMPIONS LOVE ༉‧₊˚

⤷ Following the messy breakup between Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet, Max’s manager comes up with a solution to divert the attention – a fake relationship. His new girlfriend? Two time olympic gold medalist figure skater, y/n for the USA team. Easy? Well…

[wtflife01]

I know we’re all collectively riding the piquet hate train ((as we should be)) but I just randomly thought about how good kelly would look if she dyed her hair a medium/sandy blonde

idk personally really like the dark hair with light eyes 😅

[themanwiththefedora]

A dark day in Formula One today. Nelson Piquet, a three time world champion was participating in an interview regarding the seven time world champion Sir Lewis Hamilton. In that interview, Piquet used a racial slur to describe Hamilton. To make matters even worse, Nelson’s daughter Kelly is dating the current world champion Max Verstappen. And she exacerbated the situation by liking a social media post by a family member, defending the use of this racial slur. This is bad publicity that Red Bull do not need, especially since already today, their Formula 2 driver Juri Vips was sacked after using a racial slur in a livestream last week. Obviously the majority of the F1 paddock has come out in support of Lewis. But Max I has so far not commented on the matter. Does he stand by his in laws, in which case he’s perceived as racist by association? Or does he distance himself from this family? All I know is, this is not the publicity that the sport needed going into the British Grand Prix weekend, on the anniversary of the first lap crash between Lewis and Max. #nelsonpiquet #lewishamilton #maxverstappen #kellypiquet #jurivips #formula1 #racism #britishgp https://www.instagram.com/p/CfXRl19KvASsj8OIn06T21aUC_Q0YTDw3bXOv80/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[wtflife01]

claiming senna was gay and making homophobic implications is also not for everyone but yeah dArK sEnsE hUmOr // Piquet is a textbook “tiozão do zap”, a Brazilian white male upper/middle class boomer whose life consists of burping racist and homophobic slurs and forwarding fake news supporting Bolsonaro on WhatsApp, which is precisely why I don’t think Kelly would have a successful influencer career here

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[wtflife01]

he was a funny character with a dark humor and very direct with his answers // I think Piquet is unapologetic himself and he truly couldn’t care less about Brazilians’ opinion on him so that’s why he’s so crass, he’s not the type of guy to hold his tongue when talking about something, even about Ayrton, so props to him I guess, he’s rich and that all he seems to care about, and the same could be said about Kelly

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