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Slow and Steady Wins the Heart
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Abby littman x reader
Warnings: Suggestive ?, slight angst if you squint, make out stopped, fluff
You slide your hands up Abby's back as you kiss, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. Your heart is racing, and you can feel hers beating just as fast. You've been here before, in this very same bed, making out with Abby after school. But this time, something feels different. This time, you think y'all can take things further. Further than just some heavy groping. You want to go all the way.
As you continue to kiss her, you slide your hands down to her inner thighs, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. But instead of relaxing into your touch like she normally would, she freezes up. You can feel her tense up under your fingers, and you immediately assume that something is wrong.
"Are you okay?" you ask, pulling back to look at her.
She hesitates for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I'm fine," she says, but her voice is strained.
Since you've never been good at reading people, you just trust her and take her word for it. So you continue kissing her, hoping that she'll relax into your touch.
But as you move your hands back up her body, Abby tenses up again. This time, you can't ignore it. You pull back and look at her, concern etched on your face.
"Abby, what's wrong?" you ask gently.
For a moment, she doesn't respond. But then she takes a deep breath and looks up at you, her hands fidgeting with her sleeves.
"I'm sorry," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "It just seems like this is going in a certain direction, and I'm not sure I'm ready for all of that."
"It's okay," you say, grabbing and stilling her hands. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."
Abby buries her face in your chest, resting her thoughts for a second. You hold her close, feeling the warmth of her body against yours.
After a few minutes, she pulls back and looks up at you, guilt written across her face.
"I'm sorry," she says again. "You seemed really excited, and I tried to be ready. I really tried."
"You have nothing to be sorry about. I only ever want to do whatever you're completely okay with. And if you just want to take it slow, then I just want to take it slow." you say.
She smiles up at you, then lays her head back down against your chest. You turn on her tv and pull the covers over both of you. Y'all both drift off into a peaceful sleep, waking up hours later with the tv playing some night time cartoon.
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im ranting bc why not
its been years, almost 3 since i first really started questioning my gender but i cant help to think that i only started questioning because a saw a trans person and thought they were cool and that it'd be fun to be different like that (that's horrible, i know). I started questioning when i figured out i liked girls, i guess that opened up my mind to being in other communities of the lgbtqia+ community. I started dressing more masc and then i wanted to cut my hair short so i did and everytime since then, whenever it got somewhat long i decided cut it short again. It never felt that I liked it short, it was just when it was longer after having it short, id look in the mirror and i didnt seem like me, i hated how i looked with that mid-length growing out style, and im pretty sure it was the cause of some of my panic attacks. The thing is that i dont know if that is dysphoria. also during this time, i started to hate how my chest looked, but mainly only when i wore an outfit, it just looked completely wrong, and i dont know why. pretty sure this has been the cause of many panic attacks as well. which is so weird because just a year before i was begging the universe to give me a bigger chest. i didnt think i felt like a exactly guy, i didnt think i didnt feel like a girl specifically, but i figured all signs might be pointing to that. so i tested out a name which stuck and i still go by today along with some pronouns (he/they), but i don't know if i ever decided if that was what i liked and prefered, or if it was just something ive been rolling with for these 3 years. because when i think about being called my chosen name or pronouns it feels weird, like i get these uncomfortable butterflies in my stomach and i dont know why. They dont usually happen when im called them, just when im thinking bout being called them, or when im thinking about my gender identity in general. there have also been times when ive had a breakdown about being afab (i think, not sure tho) but i still doubt it all the damn time. wtf is wrong with me
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Im going feral for dick grayson
i finally got around to watching titans. I had my reservations because i really love the comics but i put them aside. thank god i did because i have fallen in love with dick.
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i need this man to do nasty things to me
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