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specific tropes in romance that always heal something in me that it never broke

like, forehead kisses, soft love confessions, peppering kisses all over the lover's face. promises that are kept, hands those are held with a gentle love, and hugs that engulf the heart too.

or when they rest their head on your chest, or lean on you for support.

"your tears kill me," kinda thing. or when a sunshine character finally cries and bawls their entire life's hurt out into their comfort grumpy character (plus point, if the grump feels guilty thinking if they had done something to trigger this emotional outburst)

communication. no matter hard the topic is, how big your differences are.

listening to the other person yap

admiring their facial features and seeing not just the outer structure but the person that they really are.

them getting angry on ur behalf

cradling each other in hugs basically

feeling emotional walls break when you're with that one person particularly

gentle communication. yearning to do more for your lover (!!!!)

affectionate smiles and eyes crinkling with a smile that's directed specially at you.

finding their laugh contagious.

the feeling of being accepted, despite flaws and all

silent domestic acts like being in the kitchen together, dressing up together, them drying ur hair while u sit between their legs

occasionally stolen kisses

or one deep kiss that just lights your world and fulfills your soul and heart.

sleepily nuzzling into each other!!

reaching for each other despite being asleep, with mumbled endearments and whispers of need!!!

laughter coming easily by their side, like happiness is just another day to day thing (this can also be about self love. when u truly love urself and prioritize your own rights and cherish the fact that you're you. happiness becomes beautiful even in solitude)

their fingers buried deep in yo- OOPS.?! :)

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rare love (jason todd × y/n) - angst one shot !-

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summary : after your bf jayson comes back from the dead, he's not quite the same jay you feel in love with, and you don't know what to do anymore ?

warning : talk of death, mental health, not really any heavy topics or issues, just kinda sad overall :(

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he had eyes that could drown any naive sailor who thought they were brave enough to whether the furious storms of the sea. as wide and as endless as my love was for him, i was ship wrecked the moment he called me babydoll.

he rarely ever said my name, maybe when he got mad or disappointed, but he doesn't say it now regardless of his feelings, it's baby doll this, and baby doll that, but.... my name has value. it means something. I mean something

perhaps it did, too, once to the man i loved beyond every evil thing that could kill hope in this cruel city. he was my anchor, the wind in my sails.

the eyes i yearn to find love and life once again in is gone and that is far more terrifying than actually not having him. somedays he's here not present, other days....

"jay" i softly whisper tapping his shoulder. broken from his trance, impossibly fast he snatches my wrist, his blue eyes bore into my fearful gaze, searching for something

malice, deciet, ulterior motive to hurt him ?

whatever it is he doesn't find it. instead of apologizing, he kisses my inner wrist, with all of his weight and muscle ontop of me he leans back now and sighs.

I do the best I can to comfort him and just begin to run my hands through his soft raven black hair. even touching his hairs a rare treat.

ever since's he's come back everyone and everything around us, around him, he observes, analyzes, and stews over.

hot showers we used to use as an excuse for more time together is another wall for me to break through.

I used to be able to stand behind and wash his muscles, trace the freckles down his face and back , kiss him while keeping eye contact. Whisper to him how beautiful the stars on his body were. nothing gets to stand behind him, back up against the wall, he washes me firmly with no care insteading of leaving hickies or handprint like how we used to. he just leaves scratches from how harshly he scrubs at my skin.

cautiously wrapping his hair around my fingers, I hum to myself. After a moment I test the waters.

"j"

resting his nose in the crook of my neck, he sniffs the area where i put lotion, and his breath slows almost to a full stop. after my shower, i grabbed any bottle in front of me. absentmindedly, i put on his favorite. he liked things that reminded him of me. vanilla, warm sweaters, rainy days, the movie footloose.

staying over at bruce's sometimes on holiday breaks i would round him and the boys up to the theather room, put on footloose, and teach them the cherogrophy. eventually they got the hang of it. jay, bruce, tim and i had no shame, we would place two long coffee tables together, put on socks we could glide in and dance like no tomorrow.

"yeah doll"

" say my name." I nudge him playfully

under his messy hair he tips his head up, through it I can see in his eyes there's a hint of humor "B A B Y D O L L ...babydoll"

I stare at him as intensely as I can, but under his 'equally' intense one, I cave, mustering a small smile " what's my n a m e... mr. j a y s o n t o d d "

I wait with baited breathe, studying every inch of his face for a giveaway of something. annyonce, ire, anger even ?. i've been begging, pleading and pushing him in just about every way known to man for a semblance of my name.

an uneasy air passes by

squaring his shoulders, and grabbing my chin softly in his hands, he pulls me down to him ; inches away from his lips.

"y/n. y/n m/n l/n "

a thousands feelings shoot off in my brain, my blood feels hot and the ceilings feels heavy but he was all I could see all I could focus on.

the truth may not be pretty, it may not be laid out perfectly for you to easily digest but when it's presented in front of you : you have two choices you can either dig in and hope for the best, or you can discard it and order something different. I chose the former.

"do you have any idea what it's been like to chase after the person you love's affection. I don't ask for you to be perfect, I don't expect for you to be okay all the time. I just want for you to say my name. Not just for my own mental sake. For yours as well, my love. I need to know that you know that there is just more than you here present in this relationship. In your life. I exist to and if you won't remember, then I don't know how to help you nor us"

"the only thing that kept me going was the thought that if you were still alive then we both were still alive y/n. It's not an apology. So many people have given me them, I don't know where to put their empathy and compassion. It's maddening. I love you I've never wanted to suffocate you. I just figure that instead of apologizing for all my mistakes I would treat you better show you that I'm trying ".

I cup his face bringing him closer, our lips brush "I see you, I appreciate. I'm not going anywhere. Apologies are a good things to have. Like love and grace they cover lots of things"

"Even sin ? "

"Even death, love brought you back did it not".

"No," he states firmly "your once in a lifetime, rare, wonderful, crazy, grounding love brought me back.

wrapping his tree branch arms around my waist he pulls me in for an earth-shattering kiss.

Author's Note : If you liked it please consider liking & following for more (kinda in a jason todd phase right now ;*. Let me know in the comments any feedback or improvement I can work for the next peice.

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hii, welcome to apple's corner. my name is apple, and this is your insiders guide to the yays, nays, and rules of my little corner of the universe.

i write ONLY (for now) fluff, one shots / peices, drabbles, request you can ask me anything on there ASLONG AS IT'S NOT INAPPROPRIATE OR INVASIVE ♡. ).

{ i don't write tons smut or lots of sexual post because I miss reading about men yearning, mutual pinning, desperate for touch, smell and taste of the women they're in love with . so i wanna bring that back. and i know there are tons of girls who want as well, i see ya'll}

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fun facts !

- pronouns : she/her/hers

- afro - latina, american

- fav music : pop, rap, country, country pop, contemporary r&b, dance hall, hyper pop, dance pop & edm

- fav music artist : gracie abrams, erkyah badu, taylor swift, beyonce, cleo sol, HER, daniel ceaser, tate mcrae, britney spears and ariana grande

- quote living by right now : "move your body like you love it (i love to dance)

- i have a chiweenie mix her name's belle and she's two years old

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here in my libary, you will read about the various fandoms that i love and write for

• batman & / batman family (jason todd, dick grayson & tim drake )

• marvel : any male characters

• avengers- bucky, steve rodgers, tony stark, bruce banner, clint , thor, loki, quicksilver, etc....

• ALL x-men (male only !)

• harry potter

• oc's sometimes

• will add future fandoms

for female characters, I write only about female friendships, platonic love & scenarios. I am not homophoic. I just prefer not to write about these things.

as for y/n OR (insert character x reader ). Y/N will be typically female, she is black, tall, curvy, smart and has tons of intrest. there are not enough black female Y/N's for me nor young women like me. She has no set personality or type, she truly is a barbie you fill with your own life.

i've been writing on tumblr for about four years it's been so fun, i haven't done it in a about a year but i wanna start again so here we are.

click the, fly to the apple tree for request send me stories, chit chat, whatever <3, I love doing story request so much the're pretty challenging and i've got some down time so

mwah, apple ✨️.