#zaulks

[riverdrowning]

My balls itch 😘🙈

itch yo balls then

[timetorace]

i saw the psa abt the laptop so hope that gets fixed soon!

butttt a little request for when ur back in ur groove and things r smooth is playing wordle w charles😭 i feel like it would b chaotic and competitive and then he’d complain that he doesn’t know english words 💀

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞

Hi anon! Thank u so much for waiting. I tried my best. I must confess I didn´t know wordle but I tried to dig in so I could write a proper drabble for you. Hope you like it, Now, WHY IS THIS EXACTLY HOW I PICTURE HIM? like lol he gives me competive vibes.

ship: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: none. some swearing maybe?

word count:  600 words.

He was obsessed with the damn game, it didn’t matter if it was race day, if he had to travel or train, he always tried to guess the word of the day “C’mon how can someone tell something by this?” Charles complained. It was never enough. Sometimes he had guessed the correct order of four of the five letters and still, he complained.

“You have four of five letters babe” You rolled your eyes at his drama

“Ok, so I have AULK and it goes in that order”

“so you just have to guess which is the first letter”

“Exactly” You were already thinking about the fact that the word was CAULK but you were almost sure that it was not spelled the same way in French. Sometimes when they played, Charles would guess the words quickly because they were written the same way in English and French.

Funny thing, Charles tried ALL the combinations EXCEPT for the right one. He literally went through all the alphabet and put in all the consonants. Jaulk. Zaulk. Xaulk. Naulk. Kaulk. Paulk. Qualk. Faulk. Yaulk.

“Que? Why?!” The scream after putting the first letter wrong again. Vaulk. vault

“That is not the word!” you laughed

“Yes, it is,” He said, repeating the combination “NO! NO!” He yelled “Wait, I think I got it,” He said before typing the word he thought was correct. Vaulk.

“Vaulk? What that’s supposed to mean?” You asked him, frowning. That word was not in your dictionary.

“Isn’t that what you call it in English?” Charles asked with a confused tone, “The vaulk, la voûte, le coffre-fort,” he added in French.

Compression flooded your face. “Ohhh, you mean the vault,” you clarified, understanding what he was referring to.

“Vault? With T at the end?”

“And it is”

“Ugh, I hate this freaking game,” He complained, throwing his head back in frustration “Can’t we just play this but in French or Italian?”

“Nope.” You gave him a smirk. Your boyfriend was one of the smartest people you knew, but with that game, it wasn’t the best first impression he could make because he used to get frustrated quickly when he couldn’t guess the word of the day.

“Why?!”

“Cause I like to play it in English” You stuck out your tongue at him. You spoke English, so playing in French or Italian would put you at a disadvantage and you enjoyed winning more than Charles. You were super competitive. He knew he couldn’t tell you no, anyway.

He glared at you “You like to make me suffer”

You rolled your eyes “Don’t be a winning baby”

“I’m gonna be whatever I want, thanks,” He complained “I’m just gonna play a bit in the sim.” Charles got up from the bed,

“Are you quitting already?” you mocked

“I’m not a quitter,” He answered you through clenched teeth.

“But you are quitting,” you pointed.

“I got it wrong! What do you want me to do?”

“Try all the alphabet,” you suggested

“Again?” He had tried almost every consonant in the alphabet. Almost because the only correct one had not been used “You want me to suffer twice? Thank you, amore, I know where you stand now”

“Which will be?” you raised your eyebrows

“In the side that likes to make me suffer”

You rolled your eyes at the drama of “Don’t be such a drama queen”

“Ok, now I’m offended,” He told you, placing a hand on his chest.

“You always get offended by Wordle.” You rolled your eyes again. At that rate, your eyes were going to stay in the back of your head. “Every time you write the wrong word and every time you complain,” you pointed out “You have problems with spelling baby,” You mocked “You should take it with the Cambridge Dictionary”

“See? You like to make me suffer,” He told you before crossing his arms “Stupid game,” you heard him mutter as he left the room and you let out a laugh. Maybe he will have better luck tomorrow.