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summary: an afternoon spent admiring your husband by the pool. that's it.
warnings: some kisses, gratuitous descriptions of lucien de leon as the most handsome man who has ever breathed and lived because. he. is., no description of reader, no mention of y/n, lucien eats a peach (that comes with its own warning)
word count: 798 words
a/n: you can blame thank @5oh5 for this and the menace that is lucien flores. i was never meant to post a story ever again, guess the brain rot won 🤧 anyway, ily 💗
Summertime has always been your favorite. You lived for the sun, for longer days and short but lively nights, for that special feeling of joy that seemed to overflow, bathing you in its endless warmth.
Although your love for summer had always been, it grew stronger when you met Lucien. He became your summer. The two inextricably bound, summer never quite feeling the same when he wasn’t by your side; him personifying those golden, eternal times.
Because he truly felt like summer— like those long, sunny days, the warmth kissing your radiant skin, the vivid and bright landscapes. It was inexplicable, indescribable, the way he captured the sun’s energy, turned any dull moment into an explosion of rich colors, painting life in laughter and incandescent beauty.
You craved his warmth, craved his light and most of your summer was now spent admiring him. Taking in as much of his almost surreal being as you could, from the unruly curls framing his face—the same ones you spent hours tugging on when he became the only sun you needed—to the freckles glittering on his golden skin. Beautiful. He was beautiful.
And he was yours, too.
The gold band adorning his finger glistened under the sun’s scorching light as your husband sat next to you. His hair was still damp from the pool, chlorine clinging to him in droplets falling on his back, the smell combined to the coconut-scented sunscreen you had rubbed into the warm skin some time ago. It was a peculiar scent, one you only associated with him. That and the whiffs of his cologne, the cold tobacco weaved in the silk of colorful shirts. It had been one of the first thing you had noticed about him. His smell. An intoxicating perfume you could never get enough of, one you longed for all year long until you could let the beloved fragrance wrap itself around you again, suffocate any unwanted thought with vanilla and woody aromas. It was all him. A smell you wished could be bottled, just for you to keep close to your heart. A smell to remind you of the eternal sun, the sleepless night. Freedom.
You watched as his hands closed the book he was reading, as they reached for the fresh peaches on the table nearby. He grabbed one, the fruit so small in his hand it almost made you laugh but any thought about how comical the situation was seemed to vanish, your mind completely blank as he brought the peach to his lips, sinking his teeth into it. Enthralled by the sight, you watched and watched the fruit’s sweet, syrupy juice cover his fingers, trickling down the gold band engraved with your initials. Down, down. Down his wrist, his forearm. A peculiar warmth burned your cheeks, much different than the sun’s; one that couldn’t be cooled down by a quick jump in the pool. Your teeth found your lower lip, the air knocked out of your lungs as you watched his tongue dart out of his mouth to lick the sweet nectar off of his fingers.
Wanna taste? He asked, handing you the peach but the glint in his eyes, the sly smirk adorning his face didn’t go unnoticed.
You heard yourself huff, shaking your head to conceal the dizziness you suddenly felt, the weakness in your knees. Moving from your seat, you ignored his extended hand, choosing to sit right by his thigh instead. You watched his face, studied the features you had come to know by heart—his honey-like eyes, speckles of sunlight dancing in his gaze; the curve of his nose, one you loved to trace when he was asleep; freckles on his cheeks like golden tattoos of all the kisses you had left there; his lips, pink and plump, so inviting your eyes couldn’t help but linger.
A manicured finger came to rest under his chin as he watched, waiting, his gaze enveloping you in its endless warmth when your lips captured his. Slow and gentle. Sweet, like peaches. Lucien moved, his free hand shifting from your arm to your neck, finding a home against your cheek. He cradled your face just so, leaning in to deepen the kiss, moving against you to bring you closer. The sun had never felt brighter, never more enticing than it did against his lips and you found yourself understanding why Icarus would want to fly so close to it. You would burn your wings too if it meant being so close to your sun.
His forehead came to rest against yours, his breath heavy but you welcomed its soft caresses against your face. You licked your lips, tasting him and the peach saturated with sun and sugar—an ambrosia you could easily let yourself get drunk on. And you smiled.
Delicious.
tagging some mutuals who might need to quench their lucien flores thirst: @reddedmiller @undercoverpena @janaispunk @cowgurrrl @sugarcoated-lame @swiftispunk @itsokbbygrl @pascalpvnk @tightjeansjavi @mrsmando @joelscurls @joelsgreys @honeyedmiller @iamasaddie @planet-marz1
missing you around these parts anna 🥺💕💞 i hope you’re doing okay love 🫂💗
noelle!!!! you cannot imagine how happy your ask has made me!! legit teared up when i saw the notification
truth is, i am doing better than ever. and that’s also why (in a way) i’m less on tumblr. i have less and less time between classes and my friends and just…life haha but it’s the good kind of busy so i’m not complaining.
also (and that’s a little less fun) the longer i’m gone/not interacting with people here, the less i feel legitimate to participate, i suppose. i don’t know if i still have my place here because i stopped reaching out to people and all that so it makes it harder to come back.
but my goodness, i miss you all so so much!!! 💗💗💗💗💗
thank you for your kindness, darling noelle ilyyyy 🫶🏼
i turned 21 and for the first time in three years, i got to celebrate it on the very day.
i know i haven’t been on here a lot. i apologize to all of you whose texts i haven’t replied to or who have tagged me in something and i haven’t participated. i see everything and appreciate it so much.
my life has done a while 180 and i have been so busy, just trying to get used to everything, find a new rhythm that being online—or even just on my phone—hasn’t been a possibility. but i’ve always viewed this place a safe place so i wanted to share this little life update.
i’m so fucking happy and grateful. life didn’t end when i was 18 or when i was 19, or even when i was 20 and thank god it hasn’t.
for all of you who might be struggling right now: i promise you, it gets better. the sun is going to feel good on your skin again. you’ll rediscover the taste of early mornings. you’ll laugh until your belly hurts. you’ll find people who love you so hard it makes your heart whole.
it might get worse before it gets better but trust me. it will get better. you just need to hold on a little longer.
here is a handful of palestinian family fundraisers id like to boost. (these are all verified fundraisers & ones i have supported in the past.)
Low on Funds:
Mohammed Family - Farhat Family - Yasin Family Albaz Family - Ayyad Family - Hussein Family - Tashmali Family - Abumousa Family - Mekawi Family - Dawoud Family - Almoghrabi family - Yousef family
Halfway to Goal:
Al-Deeb Family - Balousha Family - Mahmoud Family - Alanqar Family
Close to Goal:
Ayyad Family - Aldeeb Family - Saftawi Family - Shahwan Family - Shaqqoura Family - Ahel Family - Alhajjar Family - Shehab family - Al-Sharif Family - Ahmed Family - Jamous Family - Al-Talouli Family - Maliha Family
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can i just fucking say, i’m so sick and tired of palestinian men being erased. not just tonight, but in general. mothers, women, children—yes, of course but what about fathers? grandfathers? oldest sons? uncles? brothers?
Here's your daily reminder to click for Palestine!!!
U.S. residents, take 5 minutes and use this link to pressure your members of Congress to stop sending weapons to the Israeli military!!
(Letter variants you can copy/paste under the cut!!)
Original letter written by Jewish Voice for Peace:
I am writing as your constituent to ask that you do everything in your power to press the Biden administration to suspend all weapons shipments to the Israeli military, and oppose all future military funding to Israel.
The Israeli government has vowed to push forward with a large-scale military operation in Rafah, even though President Biden has repeatedly said such an operation would be a "red line."
On May 7, the Israeli military seized the Rafah border crossing, a crucial passage for humanitarian aid, and ordered 100,000 Palestinians in eastern Rafah to evacuate.
The 1.3 million displaced Palestinians sheltering in Rafah will have nowhere to flee should a full invasion commence.
Millions of Palestinian lives now hang in the balance. I urge you to do everything in your power to stop this unfolding catastrophe before it's too late.
Thank you.
Slight variations I created (so that emails don't get marked as spam for being identical to each other)
Variation 1:
I'm writing to you today as your constituent to ask you to do everything you can to pressure the Biden administration into suspending all weapons shipments to the Israeli military and opposing any and all future military funding to Israel!
The Israeli government is pushing forward with a large-scale military operation in Rafah. President Biden has repeatedly said such an operation would be a "red line," yet his administration is still supporting this operation.
On May 7th, the Israeli military seized the Rafah border crossing, a crucial passage for humanitarian aid, and forced 100,000 Palestinians in eastern Rafah to abandon their homes.
1.3 million Palestinians have been displaced. Those sheltering in Rafah have nowhere to flee during a full invasion.
Millions of Palestinian lives now hang in the balance. Their fate lies in the hands on Congress, in your hands. I urge you to do everything in your power to stop this unfolding catastrophe before it's too late.
Thank you.
Variation 2:
I'm writing you today to ask that you do everything in your power to convince the Biden administration to stop funding Israel. We have to telk them to stop all shipments of weapons to the Israeli military and oppose all future military funding to Israel.
The Israeli government has vowed to push forward with a large-scale military operation in Rafah... President Biden made it clear that such an operation would be a "red line," and yet he continues to fund them.
On May 7th, the Israeli military seized the Rafah border crossing, a crucial passage for humanitarian aid, and forced 100,000 Palestinians to flee their own home of Eastern Rafah.
Should a full invasion commence, 1.3 million displaced Palestinians sheltering in Rafah will have nowhere safe to go.
Millions of Palestinian lives now hang in the balance. I am begging you now, as your constituent, to do everything in your power to stop this unfolding catastrophe before it's too late....
Thank you.
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thinking about tranquility base hotel + casino today and about how fucking cool it was. like what do you mean you were done writing love songs so you watched a million movies, locked yourself away in your home recording studio (that you named the lunar surface), and wrote a semi-concept album about a hotel on the moon that you invented in your head? where you're both the receptionist and the lounge singer performing two shows a day four nights a week? completely with a taqueria that gets four stars out of five? as mentioned in the lead single that's literally a faux advertisement for the hotel and all its accommodations? in the video for which you play evil twin versions of yourself? and you made a 3d model of the hotel that you singlehandedly, painstakingly put together using cardboard and an x-acto knife? with a sign that literally spins around if you put in on your tape recorder and turn it on? and you made a picture of that model the cover art for the album?