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the adventures of freckle boy and sunscreen girl | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 1.3k words prompt: the smell of sunscreen + the warmth on your naked skin + watching pink sunsets together + endless freckles from this prompt list. warnings: fluff, vacation!charles being all soft. language, maybe? a/n: do i know if i will actually be able to complete this project? no. will i try? yep. is it going to be messy? hell yeah. buckle up, besties, grab your sunscreen and get ready to read one of the softest things i've written. ALSO! i haven't been on here in so long, and i haven't checked to see if there's any other writer doing something like this, if there is i promise i didn't steal your idea, i've had this idea for a while now but only decided to go for it today.

my masterlist / summer of love masterlist

(this video both cured and gave me depression. look at him<;3)

summer, sun, salt air and charles.

those things made her days better. she loved being able to spend every day with charles, with nothing occupying their minds except each other.

as she rubbed her eyes with her fingers, she yawned, and blinked rapidly to try and regain consciousness from the nap she’d taken. the leather sofa inside the cabin of the yacht was much more comfortable than she thought at first, and since her morning had been packed up with fun activities, it was to no one’s surprise that she felt tired and needed to recharge her batteries. she checked her phone, seeing that three hours had passed as she slept.

she got up and stretched, rubbing her neck, it was sore from sleeping in a weird position. she walked up the steps, squinting at the change of lighting as she reached the outside of the yacht. it was quiet, since it was only her and charles on board, and they were in the middle of the sea, away from the shore and other boats.

it was so quiet, her ears hurt. she was used to the buzz of the city, but it felt nice to unplug and enjoy a couple of days doing nothing but live. there was an odd sound, though, that caught her attention. she walked to the bow of the boat, shaking her head as she chuckled.

there, lying down on his stomach, with his back towards the sky, was charles. asleep, snoring louder than she’d ever heard him.

it seemed that she wasn’t the only one who needed to catch up on some sleep.

she bit her lip as she smiled, and unlocked her phone, pointing it at him, snapping a couple of pictures of him, sleeping soundly. she sat down next to him, and started running her fingers through his hair. then, she slid them down, almost wincing at the warmth.

his skin was pink, almost red, and she instantly knew he’d be in pain for the next few days. charles hated sunscreen. he always complained whenever she sat on his lap and applied sunscreen to his face.

“we have to protect these freckles, freckle boy,” she’d say, tapping the tip of his nose with a finger, making him smile as he let her do whatever she wanted, as long as she was near him.

no matter how many times she told him that sunscreen was useful for more than just sunburnts, he didn’t listen, and just went on with his day.

“it smells bad,” he’d scrunch his nose, “it smells thick,”

“it feels thick,” she’d correct him, but he’d shake his head.

“i mean- it does feel thick, but it smells thick too. i don’t know how to describe it, it just does.”

“well, it’s better to feel and smell the thick sunscreen than to get sunburnt, don’t you think?” she’d raise her eyebrows.

“... i guess…” he’d say after a few seconds, making her laugh.

she shook her head at the memory, he’d regret it when he woke up.

“charles,” she whispered, sliding her hand up and down his back. the pads of her fingers caressed his skin slowly. he was sleeping peacefully, she wanted to let him sleep, but his skin was so warm, that it was starting to concern her. “amour,” she tried again, leaning forward and kissing his back. she felt him stirring, and pressed one last kiss to the center of his back before leaning back. “wake up, sweets.”

“i am awake,” he said, he had his face hidden in the space between his crossed arms, “i’m hot,” he thought out loud.

“yeah, you are,” she chuckled.

“i mean… literally,” he said, and rolled to his side.

“i know, you should look at your back,” she teased, and poked his back with a finger, he groaned.

“that hurt,” he said, resting on his back. that lasted only half a second, and he shot up again. “what happened?” he asked, trying to look at his back.

“you, mister, didn’t put on sunscreen,” she said, lifting an eyebrow, “can you guess what happened?”

“oh no! it’s red, isn’t it?” he guessed, she nodded. “shit,”

“shit, indeed,” she said. “now will you let me put sunscreen on you?” she asked.

“will it make it feel better?” he asked, almost pouting. she nodded, “okay.” he pouted, "it felt really nice,"

"what did?"

"the sun. it was warm," he reached for her hands, playing with her fingers.

"i know, that's why we have to protect ourselves to enjoy it. the sun is mighty and powerful. i'll be right back,"

“i still hate the smell,”

“i know. but it will go away in a bit, you know that,” they both sat with their legs crossed beneath them, charles was looking out to the sea as she ran her hands up and down his back, applying a thick coat of sunscreen to his skin. “it’s so warm, charles,” she pointed out, “you should take a shower or something,” she pressed a kiss to his shoulder, wrapping her fingers around the tube of sunscreen as she kneeled.

“i have a better idea,” he said, looking back at her, smirking, she narrowed her eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

“what is it, freckle boy?” she said, crawling so she was now in front of him, “close your eyes,” she instructed, he obliged. she squeezed some sunscreen onto her fingers, and she started applying it to his face. she took her time, counting each freckle on his cheeks as his skin absorbed the white lotion. “have i ever told you how much i like your freckles?” she asked, speaking softly.

“about a million times,” he smiled, still keeping his eyes closed. he smiled as he felt her lips on his, pecking them quickly.

“the same amount of freckles on your face, then,” she said, holding his cheeks in her hands, charles opened his eyes slowly, sighing at the sight in front of him. the sky was turning a bright shade of pink, the clouds were turning orange, it looked wonderful. but it didn’t compare to her.

the sun casted a golden glow on her face, she was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen.

“what was your idea?” she asked, bringing her hands down to his neck, his hands met her waist.

“we go for a swim to cool down,” he smiled, and her heart skipped a beat at the sight, it never got old.

“let’s do it.” she agreed.

charles tied a bandana around his head, pushing his wet hair back. she had a towel wrapped around her frame, her legs were dangling from the edge of the bow of the boat, and she hummed as she felt charles sitting behind her. he removed the towel off her, throwing it to the side, he replaced the warmth of the fabric with that of his naked skin. she hummed at the feeling, he was her favorite source of warmth.

“can you believe we get to experience sunsets like this?” she asked, leaning back against his chest. the sky was even brighter than before, a deep shade of pink illuminating everything around them, even the water looked pink.

“it’s one of the prettiest i’ve seen,” he agreed, moving his head to kiss her forehead, she smiled at the action.

“it’s almost as pink as your back,” she teased, biting her lip as she felt his chest shaking as he laughed.

“i’m never going to live this down, am i?” she shook her head at his question, “to be fair, even if i tried, i can’t apply sunscreen on my back,”

“hmm, pity,” she raised an eyebrow, looking back at him.

“there’s only one solution to that,”

“what’s that?” she narrowed her eyes, she had a feeling of where this was going to.

“you stay with me forever, and i’ll let you rub as much sunscreen on me as you want.”

“tempting,” she smiled, “you do need to take care of your skin,” she pointed out, charles nodded. “deal, freckle boy.”

“deal, sunscreen girl.”

@ lovingroscoee

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a man after midnight | p. gasly

pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 2.7k words request: nope. prompt: ice-cold cocktails + staying up till sunrise from this prompt list. warnings: not actual smut but like allutions to it, a loooot of abba and mamma mia! references (can you guess what i watched while writing this for inspo?) really really recommend listening to 'voulez-vous' and 'gimme! gimme! gimme!' whilst reading this lolol since this was inspired by the horniest songs in mamma mia (if this does well maybe 'lay all your love on me' could be a part 2 a/n: happy september first! happy return to hogwarts! august really slipped away into a moment in time. we have one summer fic left! (yes, i know summer is almost over buuuuuut, we’re about to enter seasonal depression and i feel like we all (me) need a little more fics about sunny days at the beach. (btw, after i’m done with the summer of love event i will focus all my energy into sorting out my masterlist) also! to all my french readers or ppl whose first language is french, the last sentence won't make much sense for y'all! sorry! (i mean, maybe? kinda? but like not in the way i meant it)

my masterlist / summer of love masterlist

greece had been a dream. you’d been planning for that trip for so long, it had always been a dream of yours to visit a place with such rich history and a lot of views that seemed straight out of a movie.

the first week had been dedicated to tourists attractions, athens, santorini, and finally, mykonos.

you decided to spend the last week of your trip there to wind down from the hectic and tiresome previous days. everything was perfect, the weather, the people, the food. one thing you still had to try out were the nightclubs.

you’d been sitting in your hotel, half past twelve, watching re-runs of a tv show. you had your window opened, the summer breeze was just cold enough to make the heat bearable. you’d been exploring the city early that day, and it had left you quite exhausted. once you got enough from the show you were barely paying attention to, you stood up, walking to the window and seeing the dark of the streets out. as you looked to the side, you saw colored lights, and through the distance, heard music playing. and it was like a lightbult went on over your head, like your prayers had been answered.

why were you all alone in your hotel when you could be enjoying a night out? even if it was past midnight, you were sure that the clubs in mykonos would welcome a tourist in need of fun, and you were sure you wouldn’t be the only one there.

you wore a black dress, one that hugged your body perfectly and made your confidence go sky high. your matching black heels clicked against the cobblestone streets as you made your way to a club, neon lights illuminated the dance floor, and the music playing wasn’t like the obnoxious booming the other clubs played.

you decided to go for it, if this place wasn’t to your liking there were many more options to go instead. after going through the bouncer, you smiled in relief. it was way past 1am, but there were not too many people, most of them were girls in big groups, and the guys there seemed decent at first glance.

you approached the bar and asked for a light, fruity cocktail to get started. you smiled in thanks once the bartender handed it to you, you brought it up to your lips, wincing a little as you swallowed the ice-cold drink. it was good, though, and it brought a smile to your lips as it helped fight the heat. so far, so good.

you walked to the dance floor, keeping to your spot as you swayed to the beat. it felt nice to let loose every once in a while. you drank some more, with less than a half still on your glass. you decided to save the rest for later, wanting to avoid the hassle of returning to the bar. you wanted to focus on enjoying the night, and the people welcoming you to the dance floor.

your eyes met clear blue ones, on the other side of the club. you smiled at him, and kept dancing as you looked somewhere else. a group of girls to your right invited you to join them, you agreed, walking a few steps towards them. after a few minutes of dancing, one of them grabbed your arm and twirled you around. you laughed, feeling eyes on you once she let go of you. you looked back, seeing the same guy still looking over at you. he was talking to, who you assumed, were his friends, but every few seconds his eyes and attention drifted away from the conversation, traveling to you.

you smiled, turning your back to him. in the dark of the club, with colored neon lights, he looked hot.

you downed the rest of your drink, excusing yourself from the group and walking to the bar.

“another one, please. ice-cold, just like the last one,” you asked the bartender, who nodded and started preparing your cocktail. you turned around, leaning your back against the counter, scanning the room for nothing in particular.

“this one’s on me,” you heard, turning your head to the side, you came face to face with the guy you’d spotted minutes earlier.

“oh, it’s okay, thanks,” you said, shaking your hand.

"please, it's just a drink," he insisted, "how about an exchange?" he asked, you raised an eyebrow.

"and what would you like in return?"

"how about your name?" he lifted a corner of his lips, his answer made you chuckle.

*smooth," you nodded your head, thanking the bartender. "(y/n),"

“i’m pierre,” he said with a gleam in his eye.

“nice to meet you,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to reach his ear, so he could hear you over the loud music.

“it’s your first time here?” he asked, moving so he was in front of you, his breath hitting the skin of your ear and neck. you nodded, giving him a small smile. “what do you think?”

“it’s beautiful,” you couldn’t stop the sigh that left your lips as you thought about this place that took your breath away when you thought about it, “do you live here?” you asked.

“no, i’m here on holiday too. i’m from france,” your eyes widened, a hot french guy in greece.

“i’ve been wanting to go there as well! but since i was little it’s been a dream of mine to come here,” you bit your lip as you looked into his clear eyes. “i don’t think i want to leave,” you admitted, laughing. pierre nodded.

“i come back here every chance i get. besides home i’d say this is my favorite place,”

“i haven’t left and i already want to come back,” you sighed, closing your eyes as you took a sip from the cold drink. “it exceeded all of my expectations. the movies don’t compare to the real thing.”

“let me guess,” he started, a smile on his face, “mamma mia?” he raised his eyebrows as his expression turned playful.

“guilty,” you nodded, “it’s one of my favorites.” you bit your lip, shrugging.

“it’s a good movie,” he lifted a shoulder, smiling. “do you want to dance?”

“with you?”

“i’m a pretty good dance partner,” he smiled wide, your eyes instinctively drifting down to his lips.

“maybe some other time,” you declined politely, “i’m quite tired,”

“just one song, please?” pierre placed a hand on your arm, “you won’t regret it,”

“i don’t like this one,” you shook your head, aware that you were playing hard to get.

a lightbulb seemed to go on over his head, his eyes widened a little as a smile settled on his face.

“stay here,” he told you, and walked away, you lost sight of him once he mixed with the crowd of people dancing. you stayed there by the bar, enjoying the last of your drink. you paid for both of them, since it had been a few minutes and pierre still hadn’t returned.

you decided to go back to your hotel, stepping down the few steps leading to the bar. your head perked up once you heard a familiar song begin. the people on the dance floor recognized it as well, since they started cheering and dancing to the beat. you turned to the dj, to the guy next to him, who stared at you with a smirk on his face.

a song from ‘mamma mia!’ playing in greece. how predictable.

you laughed, shaking your head as pierre made his way to you. he offered his hand, a smirk on his face.

“you can’t tell me you don’t like this song,” he had a gorgeous shine in his eyes, that popped up against the white shirt he wore. the first three buttons were undone, letting you see a good portion of his chest, a golden chain reflecting with the lights.

“fine,” you gave in, letting him guide you to the middle of the dance floor, as you walked, grinning, you couldn’t help but think how fitting the words of the song he chose were to your situation.

now is all we get. nothing promised, no regrets.

“voulez-vous?” you heard his voice in your ear as he twirled you around, keeping your back pressed against his chest. you chuckled, feeling a chill running down your back. you decided to play along this game, moving your hips side to side, placing your hands on top of his, drifting them down your body, settling them on your waist. he held on tighter, throwing caution to the wind and placing a kiss to your neck.

you turned around, throwing your hands around his neck, fingers curling on his golden hair.

“i know what you think. ‘that girl means business so i’ll offer her a drink. looking mighty proud, i see you leave your table, pushing through the crowd,” you sang, pushing your body closer to his, as he couldn’t help but smile, aware of the accuracy of the words.

when you first landed in greece, the last thing you expected to do was dance with an attractive frenchman, who held you both delicately and posessively, who asked the dj to play a song from your favorite movie only to dance with you.

maybe it was the lights, the drinks you’d had, the suggestiveness of the song, that gave you the courage to raise to your tiptoes and place a quick kiss to his lips.

it took him by surprise, at first, but amusement filled his face as you moved your hands to grab his face, singing the next verse with your lips touching his.

“ain’t no big decision. you know what to do. la question c’est ‘voulez-vous?’,” you raised an eyebrow, almost daring him to make the next move. it felt like the rest of the club had blurred away, and it was only you and pierre, it didn’t matter that you two only met each other minutes ago.

it’s like the song said. nothing promised. no regrets.

his lips on yours felt like being lit on fire. it was hot and messy, full of need and curiosity.

just one night. one night of being careless, of losing fear and daring to step out of your comfort zone, to experience something new. something without promises, without regrets and what ifs.

“do you want to?” he translated it for you, his breathing was heavy and hard as he leaned back, one of his hands was holding the back of your head, something you missed as he kissed you.

the song encouraged you. take it now or leave it. now is all we get.

when else will you get a chance like this?

you answered by pressing your lips against his, your hand finding his as you walked back, leading him out of the club.

throwing your head back in ecstasy, a smile formed on your face as you felt pierre’s lips on your neck, placing quick kisses, combined with soft bites all over your skin. you were both breathing hard, trying to catch your breaths after three intense hours of exploring each other.

everything ached. you dropped down on top of him, your breasts pressed against his chest as exhaustion took over your body. he circled your waist with an arm, turning you over so your back now rested against the mattress and pillows.

“any regrets?” he asked, leaning his weight on his elbow as he stared at you.

“no, nothing.” you shook your head, a blissful look on your face as you bit your lip, thinking about the past few hours.

“good.” he said, leaning in to kiss your cheek. he moved back, leaving the bed. you took advantage of the view, not believing the amazing times you would’ve missed had you not agreed to go with pierre. “the sun is rising,” he said, bringing you out of your thoughts. you turned to him just in time to see him pulling his boxers up.

“no way,” you made a sound that was a mix of a gasp and a chuckle, “it’s 5:30am,” you looked down at your phone, “no wonder everything hurts,” you dropped your head down on the pillows, feeling the bed dip as pierre sat on it, you felt his face against yours a second later.

“i hurt you? you should’ve told me, i-”

“no, no,” you placed a hand on his chest, “you didn’t hurt me, it’s just… it’s been way too long since i, you know. and for so long, as well,” you reassured him, watching the way his face changed from worry to pride. “stop,” you placed a hand on his face, laughing as he grabbed it and pressed kisses all over it.

“it has been a true pleasure, honestly,” his voice somehow got lower, huskier.

“i can say the same thing,” you laughed as he dipped his head down to kiss your neck, throughout the night you’d noticed that he really liked that spot, and you were sure that the skin there was tender and most likely, red or bruised. not that you minded. the sun sneaked in through the windows of pierre’s hotel room, and you realized that was still something you hadn’t checked off your greece bucketlist. “i want to see the sunrise,” you said, your hands on pierre’s shoulders. he looked back, seeing the scenery through the window, and when he looked back at you he pressed your body against his, your legs around his waist instinctively, and carried you out to the balcony. bedsheets around you and everything. “wait,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck, but he didn’t stop, he sat on the floor with you on his lap.

“ma belle wanted to see the sunrise, and that’s what we’ll do,” he smiled, proud of himself. you couldn’t hold back a grin, so you leaned your head against his shoulder, seeing the sky change colors, your head moved up and down to the beat of pierre’s steady breathing. “i had a great time last night,” he said after a few minutes of silence. your lips curled up as you lifted your head.

“me too. i mean, if it wasn’t obvious,” you chuckled, feeling heat rushing to your cheeks. “i’d never done something like this before,” you confessed.

“what?”

“a holiday hookup,” you looked at the sky, watching as it settled into a golden daylight. the sky turning its usual shade of bright blue.

“ah,” he laughed, “and what did you think?”

“i think you’ve ruined it for any other guys in the future,” you chuckled.

“well, that’s a confidence boost,” he leaned his head back against the wall, a cocky grin on his face.

“like you need it,” you joked, “i think i should get going,” you said, but made no attempts to actually get up.

“will i see you again?”

“maybe.”

“maybe?” he asked, his hand playing with the skin of your back, trailing his fingers up and down.

“i haven’t left yet and you already want to meet me again?”

“yes. today, and tomorrow, and the day after that. i liked you. and i liked… what we did all night.” was he blushing? you swore you saw a pink tint on his cheeks. “and if that’s okay with you, i’d like to use the time we have here to get to know you better.”

you were left speechless for a few seconds, but the sincerity in his voice calmed your fears.

“don’t go sharing your devotion,” you leaned forward, brushing your lips over his. “tonight. same place. midnight.”

“okay. yes, perfect.” his eyes widened a little in excitement. “i will be there.”

“good.” you nodded, “i don’t have anything planned for today,” you raised an eyebrow, hoping he’d understand what you were trying to say. the way his eyes shifted from happiness to… want told you everything.

“you’re gonna love the bathtub, i think it’s big enough to fit us both,” he declared, standing up with you in his arms, walking you to the bathroom. he tossed the bedsheets to the side once he reached the door. “voulez-vous?” he asked again, you only nodded in reply.

since that night, you couldn’t listen to the song without thinking about pierre. and your friends and family couldn’t quite decipher why you came back home speaking more french than greek.

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