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Oliver has to spend his last summer before university enclosed with his family in their Italian summer home. Desperate for any impulse he tries to find someone to spend the three months with, not expecting it to go this well. But with the newfound person, challenges and hardships of the adolescent mind and soul become apparent.
Bookmarked by Maximum (holyshitbro)
23 Jun 2026
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Max only wanted to stream a casual winter break sim race.
Unfortunately, his cat decided the brake pedal was a bed, Lando Norris decided violence was a personality trait, and Charles Leclerc — who was absolutely not supposed to be visible on camera — decided that Max’s bare legs were a public safety emergency.
Or: Max meows on stream, Charles loses a fight with a gaming chair, and everyone learns about mon chœur.
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- Part 1 of A Study in Losing Composure
Bookmarked by Maximum (holyshitbro)
19 Jun 2026
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Charles Leclerc has never replied to a single one of Max Verstappen’s "awake yet?" morning messages. Not once. Not ever.
This is a matter of principle.
So when the messages suddenly stop, Charles is forced to confront the mortifying possibility that he has grown embarrassingly, catastrophically attached to a man whose entire personality is being punctual.
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Bookmarked by Maximum (holyshitbro)
18 Jun 2026
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Charles Leclerc is an expert at hiding his exhaustion behind a professor’s perfect smile. Max Verstappen is an expert at getting what he wants, regardless of the rules. They have nothing in common—except for the university’s stifling hallways and a dangerous curiosity that Max has no intention of hiding.
Bookmarked by Maximum (holyshitbro)
04 Jun 2026
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Charles stared at the Discord popup like it had cursed at him randomly.
He clicked, and answered the call.
“Hey.”
The voice came through clear, rich, and far too smooth for someone who had just LMFAO in a casual conversation. It was low, slightly raspy, and tinged with an accent that Charles couldn’t immediately place but sounded… Dutch? Belgian? European chaos?
“Can you hear me?” SuperMax asked again.
Charles forgot how to breathe for half a second. He made a strange sound in the back of his throat. Something between a cough and a nervous bonjour .
“Yes,” he managed, voice cracking like a haunted violin. “Yes. Loud and clear.”
“Cool,” SuperMax replied. “Screen share when you’re ready, Lecloof.”
OR:
Charles hired a Valorant coach to fix his aim. Not develop a crush on the Dutch guy roasting his mouse grip.
Now he's flustered by hand cams, ignoring his situationship, and maybe falling for the voice in his headset.
Bookmarked by Maximum (holyshitbro)
04 Jun 2026