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Untitled 6 — Aleix/Max

Max fumbled with his keys, the alcohol still buzzing in his system as he swayed on his feet, trying to shove the key into the lock. The night had been a blur of music and laughter, the kind of fun that felt carefree in the moment but left him feeling hollow afterward. When he finally managed to get the door open, he pushed it wide, stumbling into the apartment with a heavy sigh. His laughter from earlier, loud and wild, had faded into a quiet that now felt too heavy. He blinked at the dim light that greeted him, eyes struggling to adjust as the world tilted around him.

Aleix was sitting on the couch, waiting for him. Max hadn’t expected to see him still up, but there he was, his face softening with concern the moment Max walked in. He didn’t say anything right away, just stood up and came over to Max, his hands steady as he reached out to catch Max before he tripped over his own feet.

“You’re back late,” Aleix said gently, wrapping a firm arm around Max’s waist, guiding him toward the couch before he could collapse right there in the doorway. Max could feel the strength in Aleix’s touch, solid and grounding. The twins weren’t here tonight — Aleix had dropped them off at their mom’s earlier — so it was just the two of them in the quiet apartment. No distractions. No buffer. Just them.

“Did you have fun?” Aleix asked, helping Max sit down on the couch.

Max nodded, though the words caught in his throat, sticking like they didn’t belong. Fun. He had fun, didn’t he? The party had been great — friends, drinks, everything — but now, it all felt too much. The room spun, and with it, the ache in his chest deepened. His head fell back against the couch, eyes squeezed shut as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady himself. Everything felt wrong, too loud and too quiet at the same time.

Aleix sat next to him, watching closely. He knew that look on Max’s face all too well — the way his eyes clouded, his expression shifting from carefree to something darker, deeper. He reached out, fingers brushing lightly over Max’s arm, offering comfort, but Max flinched away, his body tensing under Aleix’s touch.

"You’re gonna leave me," Max mumbled suddenly, his voice thick with alcohol and the tears already threatening to spill. "Iedereen verlaat me zodra ze moe worden. Why wouldn’t you?"

Aleix froze for a moment, his brow furrowing as the words sank in. This wasn’t the first time Max had said something like this, but it never got easier to hear. He crouched down in front of Max, his hands resting firmly on Max’s knees, steadying him as if trying to keep him from falling apart. Despite being the same size, Max seemed small like this, his fear making him shrink in on himself.

"Sweetheart, look at me," Aleix said, his voice calm, gentle, the way it always was when Max spiraled like this. He hated seeing Max like this — so fragile, so scared — but he knew pushing too hard would only make it worse. "I’m not going anywhere."

Max shook his head, not wanting to hear it. "You will," he whispered, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "Maybe not tonight, but someday. You’ll wake up and realize I’m not enough, and you’ll go." His words slurred into Dutch as his emotions poured out. "Ik wil niet alleen zijn."

Aleix’s heart clenched painfully at the sight of Max unraveling in front of him, raw and vulnerable in a way that he rarely showed to anyone else. They’d been together for years, but Max’s fear of abandonment never seemed to fade. No matter how many times Aleix reassured him, no matter how many times he stayed, Max’s past still haunted him. Aleix reached up, gently wiping away the tears that had begun to spill down Max’s cheeks, his thumb brushing the soft skin tenderly.

"Max, listen to me," Aleix said quietly, his voice full of affection. "I’ve been with you this long because I love you. I’m not leaving, not now, not ever." He moved to sit beside Max, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close. Max resisted at first, but eventually, the tension in his body gave way, and he let himself be held, burying his face in Aleix’s chest, his body trembling with the effort to keep himself together.

"I don’t wanna lose you," Max whispered, his voice muffled against Aleix’s shirt, the desperation clear in every syllable. "I don’ wanna be alone again."

Aleix’s arms tightened around Max, his fingers running through Max’s hair in a soothing motion. "You won’t," Aleix promised, his voice steady, unshakable. "You have me. Always."

Max clung to Aleix like a lifeline, his fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as though letting go would make Aleix disappear. He wanted so badly to believe him, to trust that Aleix wouldn’t leave, wouldn’t turn into one more person who promised to stay and then walked away. But the fear lingered, gnawing at the back of his mind, whispering that it was only a matter of time.

Even now, with Aleix holding him, Max couldn’t fully shake the thought. Kelly had promised she wouldn’t leave too. So had others. But they all did. The ring on his finger — his wedding ring — felt heavy now, like it was too much, like it was a promise that could be broken at any moment. What if Aleix woke up one day and realized Max wasn’t enough? What if he got tired of Max’s insecurities, his fears, his constant need for reassurance?

But for now, wrapped in Aleix’s arms, Max tried to push those thoughts away. He focused on the steady beat of Aleix’s heart beneath his ear, the warmth of his body, the soft reassurances Aleix whispered into his hair. It wasn’t perfect — Max wasn’t magically healed — but for tonight, it was enough. Aleix was always enough.

Aleix held him close, whispering softly until Max’s breathing evened out, the weight of the night finally catching up with him. The fear wasn’t gone, but with Aleix there, it felt a little more bearable. And that was enough, at least for now.

[interlagosainz]

Hi! I saw your post about Kelly, I’m new to f1 could you explain what she did/said?

oh, don’t worry i got you. here some of the kelly piquet crimes:

(tw for mentions of racism and classism)

in brasil we have something called favela. favelas are highly populated urban residential area consisting of densely packed housing units of weak build quality and often associated with poverty. due to the history of racism and prejudice in my country, favelas’ population are most black people. black people in favelas are daily struggling to find jobs, to have access to health care, some favelas struggles to even receive drinkable water, and just general proper things to have a good life. they are also being killed by the police, and no matter how much we protest, how hard we fight, they are still being killed just for existing. because brasil is a very racist country even though most of its population is black because black people have always suffered and been explored to the point of poverty. kelly piquet shared an instagram stories with a video saying that EVERYONE that lives in favelas are CRIMINALS. this is a popular belief shared by the far right in brasil, it’s incredible racist and classicist (and is the same reasoning police use to kill innocent people)

the entire piquet family is proudly supporters of bolsonaro, if you don’t know who that is let me tell you that is a vile vile far right president we had in power from 2018-2022. he is a fascist who has openly declared a bunch of racist thing. while on power, bolsonaro turned a blind eye to the genocide of a native population here in brasil that happened where 500 yanomani were killed. nobody knew about it because he used his power to cover it up. we only got to know abt it once he was no longer president. bolsonaro encouraged the people to KILL black people. literally there’s videos of him laughing and saying that. (on top of other disgusting stuff that i won’t even mention because it’s to damn heavy) again, kelly posted a bunch of instagram stories defending that man.

she and her family are known in brasil for being extremely racist and bigoted. i don’t fuck with her and her dad at all and i wish more people knew and talked about it