Fuyusei - ‘The One’ by Aurora Lynne
I fell so hard for this ship <3 Doting older siblings who are also incredibly nice people and just freaking adorable, can you imagine the power they’d have together?
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“My Dear America,
I’ve never written a love letter, so forgive me if I fail now… .
The simple thing would be to say that I love you. But, in truth, it’s so much more than that. I want you, America. I need you.
I’ve held back so much from you out of fear. I’m afraid that if I show you everything at once, it will overwhelm you, and you’ll run away. I’m afraid that somewhere in the back of your heart is a love for someone else that will never die. I’m afraid that I will make a mistake again, something so huge that you retreat into that silent world of yours. No scolding from a tutor, no lashing from my father, no isolation in my youth has ever hurt me so much as you separating yourself from me.
I keep thinking that it’s there, waiting to come back and strike me. So I’ve held on to all my options, fearing that the moment I wipe them away, you will be standing there with your arms closed, happy to be my friend but unable to be my equal, my queen, my wife.
And for you to be my wife is all I want in the world. I love you. I was afraid to admit it for a long time, but I know it now.
I would never rejoice in the loss of your father, the sadness you’ve felt since he passed, or the emptiness I’ve experienced since you left. But I’m so grateful that you had to go. I’m not sure how long it would have taken for me to figure this out if I hadn’t had to start trying to imagine a life without you. I know now, with absolute certainty, that is nothing I want.
I wish I was as true an artist as you so that I could find a way to tell you what you’ve become to me. America, my love, you are sunlight falling through trees. You are laughter that breaks through sadness. You are the breeze on a too-warm day. You are clarity in the midst of confusion.
You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good. Without you, my life would still exist, but that’s all it would manage to do.
You said that to get things right one of us would have to take a leap of faith. I think I’ve discovered the canyon that must be leaped, and I hope to find you waiting for me on the other side.
I love you, America.
Maxon, The One
I sighed. “Actually, Mom, we argue pretty regularly.”
“What?” She gaped at me. “Well, stop it!”
“Oh, and I kneed him in the groin once.”
There was a split second of silence before May barked a laugh. She covered her mouth and tried to stop it, but it kept coming out in awkward, squeaky sounds. Dad’s lips were pressed together, but I could tell he was on the verge of losing it himself.
Mom was paler then snow.
“America, tell me you’re joking. Tell me you didn’t assault the prince.”
I don’t know why, but the word assault pushed us all on the edge; and May, Dad, and I bent over laughing as Mom stared at us.
“Sorry, Mom,” I managed.
“Oh, good lord.” She suddenly seemed very excited in meeting Marlee’s parents, and I didn’t stop her from going.
- America and Magda, The Elite
I never knew how good it could be,
how good love could be I mean.
I thought I’d felt it before but,
If love is coca-cola, this is a fresh McDonald’s coke and everything else was just a can opened days ago.
If love is snow, this is the untouched, perfect snowman-making snow and everything else was just the slush on the roads.
If love is an apple, this is a Granny Smith and everything else was just a Red Delicious.
If love is an IPhone, this is the 11 Pro Max and everything else was just the 1.
If this is love, nothing I’ve felt before can even come close.
I never knew how good it could be,
how good love could be I mean.
Not until I fell in love with you
Wish I had someone to tell how my day was and how it just got better 😞
Dear no one,
I like being independent. I love spending time with myself. I hate investing on things that doesn’t last. My most priority is my family.. Until the end.
Yet, sometimes I long for company. Sometimes, I imagine how things would be so wonderful to have a soulmate. To have someone who’ll know every You, and still love You. Still accept you and loves to unravel the mysteries of your soul. Shows you his love in his own simple unique loving ways
Someone to share the simple things. The simple touch. The simple smiles and sparks.
Someone to share the little things.
Everything doesn’t have to be grand because anywhere would feel right to be with you. Someone to tell you, “You are more than worth it. I don’t deserve you.”
The one who finds joy and privilege by having you in life, even by getting his heart broken by you.
I’m longing for that type of love. A love that is not fragile. That some type of love like our great great great grandparents had. We change but our love doesn’t.
Even better. Golden. Classic. Unending. Kind. Patient. Can grow tired but stays. Always stays until the end.
Meeting that person specifically molded by time for you to meet, for you to have and hold, love forever.
That love that defeats all lovers’ love. That love that surpasses all man’s affection.
Love of a lover given for you by God.
Every season, You.
But, I’m truly done looking for a future someone.
There was one day, I was young. I was on the road home. It suddenly rained lightly.
Not out of bitterness, but I’ve always told God that I’m okay of whatever plans He has for me. Even with Singlehood.
But you will be the only exception.
I don’t know why but I felt melacholic. Downcast. For no reason at all. Drops of water on my hand, a thought came to mind. It was the day I told myself not to look for love because it felt that The One is dead.
I didn’t know why I had that thought, maybe it was just me to escape reality. It was me convincing myself that I can be independent and strong.
It was me comforting myself with the idea of no one can truly love me for who I am. It was convincing myself that I don’t need love from others and confine myself to their low standards just to make them stay. Just to make them love me.
No. I’m not going to chase people again. I’m not going to run after love. Because love is not something to be chased. It is genuinely given.
But if you’re out there. If you could even reach this letter. If you’re out there..
This is my love poem. This is your love song.
Know that I’m saving all of what I can for you. I already have a lot of things prepared to do with you.
Dates under the showering stars. Sending letters with unedning metaphors of what we feel. Kisses on cheeks under the moonlight. Singing songs of wonder under ocean of clouds. Running after each other at sunset beaches. Flying all around to catch a sight of the colors of the wind. Travelling on each country, recreating our love story.
Icecream dates and silent moments under shades of trees and on beds of flowers. Dancing on parking lots after the summer rain. Whispers of love and hugs under the falling leaves at fall. Snow angels and snowball fights with you on winter. Capturing every moment. Singing at every page. Worshiping at every season.
How are you? How I wish you’re not inlove with someone else. How I hope, you’re not falling for another pair of eyes, giving all your love, giving all your effort to be noticed How I wish to have all your ‘firsts’. First love, first hug, arm on the shoulder, first hands to hold and wonder how every part fits together, first dates, first dance, first kiss, first heartbreak. I pray that you’re not being hurt so much by other’s love. I pray that you’re taking good care of yourself. Please don’t be inlove with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you. For I already am waiting.
If you’re out there. I’m doing my best to be the best version of myself when I meet you. I’m saving that “yes” especially for you in every question of “Do you want to be my girl?” and I know you have a better line than this. You know why? I was always comfortable the way it was. Distance. I’d sworn that I’m content with my own because none of a fragile love is worth the risk.
You have a better and greater unique way of winning my heart.
I pray that we’ll meet soon.
You’re going to be that person who knows me so well, even better than what I know of me. I’m here ready to love you dearly.
I know it will be you when even I take a step back, fate leads me two steps closer to you. And God will assure me and you that it is us, together, who will take steps further in pursuing him.
That day will be the day our eyes will meet and our soul will just long for each other. That day will be the day, you’ll be so inlove with my eyes and on what lies deep within it.
And I know it will be enchanting to meet you. That night will be sparkling, the first of our page. Don’t you let it go.
May our stars align one day.
I know they will.
“I hope you find someone you can’t live without.I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it’s like to have to try and live without them.”
- America to Maxon, The Selection
Characters: Scott Summers x Reader
Synopsis: Ever since you first met Scott, you knew he was the one
AN - Tester fic, if you like I’ll keep writing the character
“Did you like Scott when you first met him?”
Rogue doesn’t blink as she asks you, somebody had made an off-handed comment about her relationship and she had been bugging out about it ever since. Trying to figure out if she was with the one who was going to be there for the rest of her life.
Unfortunately, you couldn’t help her, you’d never been in the predicament she was struggling with. The first time you met Scott, you just knew. He was the best partner you’d ever had and you would never consider giving it up because you needed to know if he was ‘the one’.
And there he is again. Back in Yellow.
how do you know when someone is the one?
what do you feel?
Steve x Reader x Bucky / Stucky x Reader
Summary: Snippets of you and your family living your happily ever after…
Fluff, brief angst. Sorry :/
Excitement fills your home as today is the first day of Summer Break. Jamie completed her first year of school and couldn’t be more pleased with herself, as, of course, are the rest of you. Steve and Bucky have brought home fixings for a sundae bar to kick off the summer in style, and have even invited the Wilson tribe over, letting all the girls play and run wild in the backyard.
It’s the first time Bucky gets to meet them, but he vaguely remembers you telling them about the man whose family took you in as their own after that last deployment. And he is sure that all the Wilsons know how thankful he is that they cared for you when he wasn’t able to be around to do it himself. Everyone is fast friends after that.
That jovial and carefree day sets the tone for the rest of the summer.
Find me please.
the power of one