Terrible At Secrets

Terrible At Secrets

Requested: Yes

hi! idk if you’re taking requests right now, and it’s totally fine if you’re not!! but, if you are could you possibly write one about the reader is dating charles leclerc and shes about to graduate from university, but charles says he can’t make it because of his schedule. little does reader know that he’s actually planning on surprising her at graduation:) maybe slight angst but mostly fluff.. xx

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: It’s your graduation day and you are heartbroken that Charles can’t make it to support you.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Alluding to sexual activity.

Word Count: 2292 words.

Authors note: I am so sorry this took so long! But it is here and I hope you all like it :)

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“my love, what do you think?” you gave the dress you wore a twirl in front of Charles, excited to see what he thought.

“As always, beautiful” Charles admired, “what’s the occasion?” Charles couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you truly did look gorgeous.

You paused, disappointment immediately covering your face, “my graduation” you whispered out.

Had he seriously forgotten? You’d been talking about it for ages. Finally done with the hell of a degree you had pursued, and he had forgotten.

“Oh yeah, when is it again?” Charles had carried on playing on his computer, no longer looking at you.

“Are you being serious?” every ounce of excitement you had disappeared in a second. One of the most important days of your life and he couldn’t even remember when it was.

“What? I just asked when it was?” Charles still hadn’t bothered to look up from his game.

“Friday” you suddenly hated the dress you were wearing, feeling dejected and self-conscious that you thought the day mattered at all, that some minor achievement of your mattered at all.

“Oh, this Friday?” he wasn’t interested in this conversation at all, he wasn’t even giving it a second of his time, no, clearly a stupid racing game was more pressing.

“Yes, Charles, this Friday” you were done with this conversation.

“Oh, baby, I can’t come” he finally stopped to look at you, twisting in his chair, not an ounce of remorse on his face.

“I’m sorry? What?” You couldn’t believe it. You had tried to make every single one of his races, every single bloody practice you even tried to make, but he couldn’t come to your graduation?

“Yeah, I have work” he spoke to you as if you were the one who had done him wrong, and it only made you angrier.

“Charles, you’ve known about this for ages?” you tried your best to be reasonable, but it really wasn’t like you had kept this a secret from anyone, especially not him, you’d been bouncing off the walls from excitement the last two weeks, the prospect of finally finishing your studies making you happier than you had ever known, because this is something you did, all on your own. This was the product of your years of blood, sweat and tears and he was treating it as if he was blowing off a simple walk in the park with you.

“I guess I forgot” and with that he spun back around to continue his game.

“Jesus Charles” you huffed out as you left the room, gathering up your stuff as you went along, desperately needing to get out of his apartment.

“What? What did I do wrong?” he was following you in an attempt to stop you from leaving, to get you to stay so you could calm down and let the entire thing blow over.

“ I’m sorry I’m not a fucking formula one driver and winning podiums but this was important to me. Do you get that? Important to me Charles. This was something I worked hard on, this was to better myself and you’re treating it like I have no right to be upset that my boyfriend doesn’t give a shit that I am graduating from university which was the most gruelling years of my life” you couldn’t stop the tears from falling even if you tried.

You hated crying in front of him for something like this, it made you feel stupid and pathetic, but you were so hurt. You never thought the man you loved would hurt you so much.

And the way he was looking at you now made you feel all the more worse. He didn’t have the right to look at you with pity, not when he caused this.

Charles wanted to tell you the truth, he really did and honestly, looking at you standing there, teary eyed and the saddest he had ever seen you in his life very nearly broke his resolve, but internally he just kept reminding himself of how happy you were going to be with the surprise he was planning for Friday.

He had always known how important your graduation was for you. He was always in awe of the fact that you were able to get as far as you did in your studies, knowing he would never be able to. Truthfully, he was pretty sure you were one of his heroes with what you had achieved and he couldn’t wait to celebrate you and all your hard work this weekend, but for now he had to keep the secret, and the only way he knew how to do that without bursting was to just try and deflect the subject to something else.

“Baby, I have to work, I’m sorry” he tried reaching out for you, but you flinched away, absolutely not standing the thought of him holding you right now.

“I’m going to go. I’ll see you when you aren’t so busy” and with that you were walking out his door, leaving him standing there, unsure of how to make you understand without ruining the surprise.

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Today was the day.

Finally, today was the day.

You had worked harder than you could ever express to get where you were and this was the physical accumulation of it.

You were going to wear your beautiful dress and hold your head up high and walk across that stage and get your degree and that was that. You were proud of yourself.

Even if your boyfriend doesn’t feel the same.

No, you didn’t even want to think of him today. Your graduation will always be tinged with  sadness because of him, but you refuse to let yourself dwell on it any longer than necessary. You were y/n fucking y/l/n and you deserve to be celebrated, even if he didn’t think so.

Waiting for them to call your name to go up was probably one of the most nerve-wracking things you’d ever experienced and you hated that you found yourself wishing that you’d be able to see your boyfriend out in the crowd, knowing that catching a glimpse of his smile would calm you down completely.

‘My love, stop fiddling with your dress, remember who you are and all the that you are worth’

You began to play the conversation in your head, knowing this is exactly what he’d say to you, probably accompanied by a kiss to your cheek and you would be lying if you said you did not indulge in the thought of feeling his lips pressed against your cheek, cradling the other in his hand, your whole being melting into the thought, calming you down instantly, taking in the entire essence that is your boyfr-

“Miss Y/n Y/l/n, Cum Laude”

Shit, that was you.

You quickly made your way up the stage stairs in order to collect your degree, politely smiling out towards the crowd. You definitely didn’t realise how much you’d hate this. The entire room staring at you? God, how did Charles do this all the time? This was God awful.

Wait, is that Charles?

Holy shit, that is Charles. Oh my god. He came. He fucking came!

“Miss, if you wouldn’t mind” the speaker directed you to move across the stage as she pulled you out of your disbelief that here your boyfriend sat, with the biggest bunch of flowers you had ever seen, looking as gorgeous as ever and you really needed to walk across this stage now and you really needed to do it without tripping, and he came.

This truly was the greatest day of your life. How were you meant to sit through the rest of this ceremony now that you knew he was here?

He hadn’t taken his eyes off of you the entire time, from the moment he walked into the hall to watching you across the stage and as you proceeded to make your way back to your seat. Shit, that dress really did look good on you. And that gown, that was, surprisingly hot, in like, a weird Hogwarts kind of way.

Was the whole nerdy academia thing doing it for him?

Why did Charles look so confused? Was something wrong?

You threw a concerned look his way before sitting down, trying to figure out what was disturbing your boyfriend so much that it warranted that look on his face. In return you got a wide toothed grinned and small thumbs up, who knew such an innocent gesture could fill you with such joy.

This ceremony was taking entirely too long for either of you, not being able to help yourself and constantly sneaking glances at each other, sharing small smiles and giggles. Feeling giddy when he mouthed “I’m so proud of you”, tears welling.

And then as soon as the ceremony was over you both beelined to each other, weaving your way through the crowd, refusing to take your eyes off your route, wanting to be in each others arms as quickly as possible.

And then you were.

He encased you in a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist as yours moved around his neck, moulding your bodies as tightly together as the natural laws would allow. Charles was sure he had whispered how proud he was about you one hundred times in one different ways before you two broke apart.

“Thank you for taking off work to come” you had never felt as much gratitude as you had in this moment, you needed him here and he showed up.

“Oh, I didn’t have work, actually, I have the entire next week off, I’m just really bad at keeping secrets” he sheepishly confessed, red tinging his cheeks.

“Wait, what? What secret?” it was your turn to sport confusion as you tried to piece together what Charles might be talking about, but before you could get any further explanation, you were interrupted by your mom finally finding you amongst all the graduates.

“Well done!” your mom pulled you away from Charles to congratulate you, “and as proud as I am for you my dear,” she began leading you all out of the hall to the parking area, “you two are going to be late for your celebratory dinner”  

“Dinner? It’s 2pm? Wait, aren’t you coming with?” What the fuck was going on?

“No baby” your mom threw you a mischievous grin, “you have her bag yes?” she had directed the question towards your boyfriend who was starting to look more and more proud of himself by the second.

“In the car, and we should probably get going” he kissed your mother on the cheek before gesturing for you to say goodbye to your mom, who had initiated it, placing a kiss on your cheek before reminding you how proud she was of you and saying goodbye.

“I’m confused” you were wanting answers, and Charles had yet to provide you with a single one as you began walking back to his car.

“We’re going to be late for dinner, we need to go” he looked at you as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“Charles, baby, its 2pm, dinner isn’t for a few hours” you were certain everyone had gotten their times wrong, trying to get Charles to realise.

“Yeah, but then it’s the whole plane ride-“ Charles began, to casually for there to have been mention of a plane.

“What plane ride Charles?” you had stopped dead in your tracks as he opened the car door for you, the silence between you creating a tension full of excitement, both of your smiles so wide it began hurting your cheeks, a small giggle slipping out of you from happiness, your body unsure of what to do with all of it accumulating inside of you.

“The one that we need to catch so we can get to the Maldives for the reservation I booked for dinner” his smile grew impossibly wider as he watched the excitement on your face.

“No” was that genuinely all you could get out at the moment?

“Yes” he gestured towards the car in order to try and get you going.

“No Charles” it was official, there was too much happiness inside you and all of it was spilling out in laughs.

“Yes Y/n” he had moved in front of you and had begun peppering kisses all over your face as you laughed from excitement.

“Why” you all but whispered as you calmed down, staring into his eyes as he looked down at you.

“My love, you just accomplished one of the most difficult things someone can do, I watched as you worked yourself for years trying to achieve this. It’s one of the bravest things I’ve seen someone do and I doubt I’d ever be able to do it, so, why? Because no one deserves this graduation gift more” he punctuated it with a tender kiss to your lips, “but now, we need to go or we’re genuinely going to be late” suddenly kicking you both into gear as you scrambled to get into the car.

Charles started the car after he got settled, “Oh! Wait, let me see if I can get my mom to take my gown” you grabbed your phone to begin dialling her umber, stopping when Charles laid his hand on your own.

“No, without you asking too many questions, just please do me a favour and keep it” Charles hand had now moved to your thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Why?” yet again, he had left you confused today.

His only answer was a wink thrown in your direction, alluding to what he wanted and suddenly pushing both your thoughts to how fun the Maldives were actually going to be.

Terrible At Secrets

Requested: Yes

hi! idk if you’re taking requests right now, and it’s totally fine if you’re not!! but, if you are could you possibly write one about the reader is dating charles leclerc and shes about to graduate from university, but charles says he can’t make it because of his schedule. little does reader know that he’s actually planning on surprising her at graduation:) maybe slight angst but mostly fluff.. xx

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: It’s your graduation day and you are heartbroken that Charles can’t make it to support you.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Alluding to sexual activity.

Word Count: 2292 words.

Authors note: I am so sorry this took so long! But it is here and I hope you all like it :)

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“my love, what do you think?” you gave the dress you wore a twirl in front of Charles, excited to see what he thought.

“As always, beautiful” Charles admired, “what’s the occasion?” Charles couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you truly did look gorgeous.

You paused, disappointment immediately covering your face, “my graduation” you whispered out.

Had he seriously forgotten? You’d been talking about it for ages. Finally done with the hell of a degree you had pursued, and he had forgotten.

“Oh yeah, when is it again?” Charles had carried on playing on his computer, no longer looking at you.

“Are you being serious?” every ounce of excitement you had disappeared in a second. One of the most important days of your life and he couldn’t even remember when it was.

“What? I just asked when it was?” Charles still hadn’t bothered to look up from his game.

“Friday” you suddenly hated the dress you were wearing, feeling dejected and self-conscious that you thought the day mattered at all, that some minor achievement of your mattered at all.

“Oh, this Friday?” he wasn’t interested in this conversation at all, he wasn’t even giving it a second of his time, no, clearly a stupid racing game was more pressing.

“Yes, Charles, this Friday” you were done with this conversation.

“Oh, baby, I can’t come” he finally stopped to look at you, twisting in his chair, not an ounce of remorse on his face.

“I’m sorry? What?” You couldn’t believe it. You had tried to make every single one of his races, every single bloody practice you even tried to make, but he couldn’t come to your graduation?

“Yeah, I have work” he spoke to you as if you were the one who had done him wrong, and it only made you angrier.

“Charles, you’ve known about this for ages?” you tried your best to be reasonable, but it really wasn’t like you had kept this a secret from anyone, especially not him, you’d been bouncing off the walls from excitement the last two weeks, the prospect of finally finishing your studies making you happier than you had ever known, because this is something you did, all on your own. This was the product of your years of blood, sweat and tears and he was treating it as if he was blowing off a simple walk in the park with you.

“I guess I forgot” and with that he spun back around to continue his game.

“Jesus Charles” you huffed out as you left the room, gathering up your stuff as you went along, desperately needing to get out of his apartment.

“What? What did I do wrong?” he was following you in an attempt to stop you from leaving, to get you to stay so you could calm down and let the entire thing blow over.

“ I’m sorry I’m not a fucking formula one driver and winning podiums but this was important to me. Do you get that? Important to me Charles. This was something I worked hard on, this was to better myself and you’re treating it like I have no right to be upset that my boyfriend doesn’t give a shit that I am graduating from university which was the most gruelling years of my life” you couldn’t stop the tears from falling even if you tried.

You hated crying in front of him for something like this, it made you feel stupid and pathetic, but you were so hurt. You never thought the man you loved would hurt you so much.

And the way he was looking at you now made you feel all the more worse. He didn’t have the right to look at you with pity, not when he caused this.

Charles wanted to tell you the truth, he really did and honestly, looking at you standing there, teary eyed and the saddest he had ever seen you in his life very nearly broke his resolve, but internally he just kept reminding himself of how happy you were going to be with the surprise he was planning for Friday.

He had always known how important your graduation was for you. He was always in awe of the fact that you were able to get as far as you did in your studies, knowing he would never be able to. Truthfully, he was pretty sure you were one of his heroes with what you had achieved and he couldn’t wait to celebrate you and all your hard work this weekend, but for now he had to keep the secret, and the only way he knew how to do that without bursting was to just try and deflect the subject to something else.

“Baby, I have to work, I’m sorry” he tried reaching out for you, but you flinched away, absolutely not standing the thought of him holding you right now.

“I’m going to go. I’ll see you when you aren’t so busy” and with that you were walking out his door, leaving him standing there, unsure of how to make you understand without ruining the surprise.

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Today was the day.

Finally, today was the day.

You had worked harder than you could ever express to get where you were and this was the physical accumulation of it.

You were going to wear your beautiful dress and hold your head up high and walk across that stage and get your degree and that was that. You were proud of yourself.

Even if your boyfriend doesn’t feel the same.

No, you didn’t even want to think of him today. Your graduation will always be tinged with  sadness because of him, but you refuse to let yourself dwell on it any longer than necessary. You were y/n fucking y/l/n and you deserve to be celebrated, even if he didn’t think so.

Waiting for them to call your name to go up was probably one of the most nerve-wracking things you’d ever experienced and you hated that you found yourself wishing that you’d be able to see your boyfriend out in the crowd, knowing that catching a glimpse of his smile would calm you down completely.

‘My love, stop fiddling with your dress, remember who you are and all the that you are worth’

You began to play the conversation in your head, knowing this is exactly what he’d say to you, probably accompanied by a kiss to your cheek and you would be lying if you said you did not indulge in the thought of feeling his lips pressed against your cheek, cradling the other in his hand, your whole being melting into the thought, calming you down instantly, taking in the entire essence that is your boyfr-

“Miss Y/n Y/l/n, Cum Laude”

Shit, that was you.

You quickly made your way up the stage stairs in order to collect your degree, politely smiling out towards the crowd. You definitely didn’t realise how much you’d hate this. The entire room staring at you? God, how did Charles do this all the time? This was God awful.

Wait, is that Charles?

Holy shit, that is Charles. Oh my god. He came. He fucking came!

“Miss, if you wouldn’t mind” the speaker directed you to move across the stage as she pulled you out of your disbelief that here your boyfriend sat, with the biggest bunch of flowers you had ever seen, looking as gorgeous as ever and you really needed to walk across this stage now and you really needed to do it without tripping, and he came.

This truly was the greatest day of your life. How were you meant to sit through the rest of this ceremony now that you knew he was here?

He hadn’t taken his eyes off of you the entire time, from the moment he walked into the hall to watching you across the stage and as you proceeded to make your way back to your seat. Shit, that dress really did look good on you. And that gown, that was, surprisingly hot, in like, a weird Hogwarts kind of way.

Was the whole nerdy academia thing doing it for him?

Why did Charles look so confused? Was something wrong?

You threw a concerned look his way before sitting down, trying to figure out what was disturbing your boyfriend so much that it warranted that look on his face. In return you got a wide toothed grinned and small thumbs up, who knew such an innocent gesture could fill you with such joy.

This ceremony was taking entirely too long for either of you, not being able to help yourself and constantly sneaking glances at each other, sharing small smiles and giggles. Feeling giddy when he mouthed “I’m so proud of you”, tears welling.

And then as soon as the ceremony was over you both beelined to each other, weaving your way through the crowd, refusing to take your eyes off your route, wanting to be in each others arms as quickly as possible.

And then you were.

He encased you in a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist as yours moved around his neck, moulding your bodies as tightly together as the natural laws would allow. Charles was sure he had whispered how proud he was about you one hundred times in one different ways before you two broke apart.

“Thank you for taking off work to come” you had never felt as much gratitude as you had in this moment, you needed him here and he showed up.

“Oh, I didn’t have work, actually, I have the entire next week off, I’m just really bad at keeping secrets” he sheepishly confessed, red tinging his cheeks.

“Wait, what? What secret?” it was your turn to sport confusion as you tried to piece together what Charles might be talking about, but before you could get any further explanation, you were interrupted by your mom finally finding you amongst all the graduates.

“Well done!” your mom pulled you away from Charles to congratulate you, “and as proud as I am for you my dear,” she began leading you all out of the hall to the parking area, “you two are going to be late for your celebratory dinner”  

“Dinner? It’s 2pm? Wait, aren’t you coming with?” What the fuck was going on?

“No baby” your mom threw you a mischievous grin, “you have her bag yes?” she had directed the question towards your boyfriend who was starting to look more and more proud of himself by the second.

“In the car, and we should probably get going” he kissed your mother on the cheek before gesturing for you to say goodbye to your mom, who had initiated it, placing a kiss on your cheek before reminding you how proud she was of you and saying goodbye.

“I’m confused” you were wanting answers, and Charles had yet to provide you with a single one as you began walking back to his car.

“We’re going to be late for dinner, we need to go” he looked at you as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“Charles, baby, its 2pm, dinner isn’t for a few hours” you were certain everyone had gotten their times wrong, trying to get Charles to realise.

“Yeah, but then it’s the whole plane ride-“ Charles began, to casually for there to have been mention of a plane.

“What plane ride Charles?” you had stopped dead in your tracks as he opened the car door for you, the silence between you creating a tension full of excitement, both of your smiles so wide it began hurting your cheeks, a small giggle slipping out of you from happiness, your body unsure of what to do with all of it accumulating inside of you.

“The one that we need to catch so we can get to the Maldives for the reservation I booked for dinner” his smile grew impossibly wider as he watched the excitement on your face.

“No” was that genuinely all you could get out at the moment?

“Yes” he gestured towards the car in order to try and get you going.

“No Charles” it was official, there was too much happiness inside you and all of it was spilling out in laughs.

“Yes Y/n” he had moved in front of you and had begun peppering kisses all over your face as you laughed from excitement.

“Why” you all but whispered as you calmed down, staring into his eyes as he looked down at you.

“My love, you just accomplished one of the most difficult things someone can do, I watched as you worked yourself for years trying to achieve this. It’s one of the bravest things I’ve seen someone do and I doubt I’d ever be able to do it, so, why? Because no one deserves this graduation gift more” he punctuated it with a tender kiss to your lips, “but now, we need to go or we’re genuinely going to be late” suddenly kicking you both into gear as you scrambled to get into the car.

Charles started the car after he got settled, “Oh! Wait, let me see if I can get my mom to take my gown” you grabbed your phone to begin dialling her umber, stopping when Charles laid his hand on your own.

“No, without you asking too many questions, just please do me a favour and keep it” Charles hand had now moved to your thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Why?” yet again, he had left you confused today.

His only answer was a wink thrown in your direction, alluding to what he wanted and suddenly pushing both your thoughts to how fun the Maldives were actually going to be.

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