it needs to be rubbed

anonymous asked:

iiaat: so when i was younger (like 7-12), I had a problem with accidentally scratching certain fabric the wrong way. If i scratched it to where it would feel rough, I would for about a straight minute flatten the fabric to the smooth side and also rub my fingernails on my clothes for maybe about another minute to try and get rid of the gross feeling it gave me. it's sorta coming up again too? it has always been very specific materials though

Yeah, that would be a sensory issue associated with autism. I, too, often get lingering sensations from Bad Feels and need to rub my fingers on something else to fix it. 

-Sabrina

Look at me too

The paladins had a long week of fighting the Galra and worm-holing through the galaxies. Everyone was fairly pooped so when Allura and Coran gave them the news that they’d be able to take a resting stop on a local planet everyone was excited.

“Yes everyone” Allura said clapping her hands “We’ll all be stopping on the planet Hawsuri for a much needed break” she smiled and looked over to Coran who was fiddling with the controls to pull up some photos of the planet.

“Yes, Princess” he chimed in “This planet is the vacation spot of this galaxy! With the warmth of two suns and a giant ocean and sandy beaches. It’s much like the earth islands called the tropials” he nodded as he flicked through the different photos.

“You mean the tropics, Coran” Pidge corrected from their seat not far from where he was standing.

“Oh yes, of course, my mistake. Hawsuri is much like your earth tropics.. With warm weather and plenty of beaches”. At this everyone cheered, especially lance who slid to the front of the room grinning .

“Say Coran, I’m sure there has to be plenty of alien beach babes who can’t wait to get a taste of this!” He nudged him with his elbow before spinning and shooting him with finger guns. Everyone groaned and stood to leave at this note. Keith being the only one with a frown on his face stayed behind.

“Do we really need to go sit in some crummy sand with the heat of TWO suns beaming down on our backs?!” he shouted looking at Shiro for some support, instead he was met with Shiro’s classic grin and a pat on the shoulder as he headed out the room.

“Look on the bright side Keith this will be your chance to have some much needed bonding time with your fellow team members outside of the ship”

Keith shrugged his hand off and mumbled under his breath “Sure that’s only because you want to see Allura in a bathing suit”. Causing the black paladins neck and ears to turn a dark shade of red as he whipped around to be sure Allura hadn’t heard.

“Keith just try and have fun OK?” he said his expression neutral, but his eyes saying if you ruin this for me I’ll hunt you down. He patted him on the shoulder again a little harder this time before leaving.

Keith followed to go pack his things. Ahead of him he saw lance and hunk and he overheard their chatter about the vacation.

More than the heat of two suns and crummy sand, he wasn’t ready to endure another session of Lance flirting with everything that had two legs (if that even mattered to him anymore). Keith didn’t know why but the idea of seeing him ogling over some space chick made his blood boil. Why couldn’t he just act like everyone else civilized!

Instead of smiling and spitting cheesy pick up line to everything that moved.. He didn’t know if he could stomach another day of that. It caused him to think about too many unwanted emotions that he couldn’t explain just yet… like why he only hated the flirting when it was someone else.. or why he hated to admit that he always felt his chest clench whenever Lance directed his affections toward him.

“ugh” Keith grunted

He slid his door open and flopped on the bed, not even bothering to pack anything. Throwing one arm over his head he sighed listening to muffled sounds Lance’s humming in the shower through his wall. I bet he’ll be up all night packing, that idiot, going through all that trouble to get ready. For what. All those facials don’t do anything… He looked just fine like he is.. His hair always looks so silky and amazing- Wait what!! I mean.. In a bros kinda way.. Scratch that?!! Lance is gross.

He huffed and flopped over burying his face into his pillow, dozing off to the sound of Lance’s humming.

______________________

Keith blushed looking away quickly as Lance held the sunscreen bottle up. “Just make sure to get my entire back mullet-head, I can’t risk burning this body” he smirked and Keith felt his heart skip a beat as he shakily took the bottle out of his hand as the copper toned boy rolled over on the towel where he was laying. Revealing his lean, yet toned back, long slender legs and Keith couldn’t help but let his eyes trail over him. He blushed when he realized what had caught is attention the most.

“O-ok” he replied kneeling down. He squeezed out the lotion and started to rub it slowly into Lances back starting at his shoulders and working his way down.

Lance shivered under his touch and Keith’s heart started pounding.  He started rubbing him slower, gently skimming his fingers down his spine. A small breathy moan come from Lance and that’s when Keith stilled looking down with him equally aroused and in shock.

“W-why did you stop?” Lance whispered, a small blush creeping up the back of his neck and ears.

“What..?” He asked unsure his ears

where working properly.

“I said, p-please finish rubbing me.. Keith I want your hands all over my BEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEP*”

Keith shot up in bed his heart racing. He scanned his surrounding and cursed realizing it was just a dream.

A dream about lance!? It was bad enough to have deal with him every day now Keith was having dreams about him too.

He lifted his blanket up looking down at his lap and cursed under his breath annoyed that his body was betraying his true feelings.

Hopping out of bed he pulled on his boots and headed for the door when he realized there was a big problem.

He was hard as a rock and he has less than 5 mins to get to the controls room. Swiftly he grabbed his bag and held it in front of himself grumbling again.

“This is so obvious!”

Just as he stepped out his room he saw Lance walking past.

“Yo good morning Mullet-head” he laughed and stepped forward to shove him, when Keith slapped his hand away dropping the bag and scrambling awkwardly to hide his… situation.

“Don’t touch me!” He yelled way to loudly, his face turning red.

“Woah.. calm down dude” Lance laughed “geez what’s your-” he was cut off as his eyes traveled down Keith’s torso to his wait and then … when lance realized what Keith was desperately trying (and failing) to hide a blush crept onto his face.

When he heard Lance shifting back and forth on his feet he bristled shouting 

“Just. Go. Away” instantly regretting the amount of spite in his voice.

“Woah! Sorry… it’s not my fault y- , actually never mind” he huffed and stormed off.

Keith knew he’d overreacted but after that dream he couldn’t help but be on edge. He shook his head back and forth, instead, trying to steady his breathing as he focused on anything to clear his mind of his dream about Lance.

He could still hear his voice and octave lower begging him to rub his body, the way he looked up at him with his blue eyes glassy and lidded, his mouth….

damn it this wasn’t helping.

Instead he switched to thinking about training and how he couldn’t wait to get some extra time to work on his offensive moves. He was great with impulsive defense moves but not so great when it came to the latter.

Keith continued to mull this over, idly walking down the hall until he strolled into the control room where everyone else stood waiting for him.

“ITS ABOUT TIME!” Lance yelled throwing his hands up in forced exasperation. Trying to act normal, but the redness in his ear betrayed him.

“You finally decided to show up” he placed his hands on his hips and scowled pursing his lips “ I know that you aren’t excited about the beach keeeeeith” Lance said dragging out his name

“But I’ve got a date with a purple ocean and hot space babes”

“What are you talking about, Lance I -”

“Oh no-nonono we don’t want to hear your excuses just follow us to the lower deck we’re about to land soon” he held up his manicured hand in Keith’s face before storming off. The others just stood there speechless, giving him apologetic looks, except for Coran who smiled brightly as he chartered on and on about the customs of this planet.


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This might be trash.. forgive me it is my first time. I might continue if you guys like it

Stranded (Part 1)

where Y/N is sorry and Harry is angry.

Harry turned around as soon as he heard the bathroom door open. He could feel his eyes widening at the sight of you. With your blue floor length dress and hair up in a loose bun, you looked unquestionably breathtaking. You were heading for the celebration dinner of Harry’s movie, but Harry felt like he would be nothing there compared to the goddess standing in front of him. He couldn’t help it, he walked towards you with long strides, smashing his lips with yours and whispering,

“Baby, you look absolutely gorgeous.”

Your cheeks glowed with color as heat rushed up your neck. You smiled in gratitude before remarking,

“I think I should be the one saying that.”

Harry jokingly flipped his hair before replying,

“Yeah, I know, I’m very pretty.”

You two let out a laugh before your lips collided once more.

“How ‘bout we ditch the dinner an’ put on some of our own entertainment t’night?” he smirked, proud of his word play.

“Wish we could darling, but everyone’s gonna be there for you, yeah? Can’t leave them hanging.” You replied.

He hummed in response, well aware that he couldn’t ditch the party being thrown for him. You two headed out for the car parked outside. Your hands were tightly intertwined with Harry’s, and the two of you couldn’t have been more content at the moment.

Once you arrived at the destined place, the screams of the crowd and paparazzi increased in volume. The two of you were scurried out of the car by Harry’s event organizer. Harry wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you headed towards the fancy restaurant.

Strutting towards the door, you two looked, and felt, like the ideal couple. However, your little bubble of happiness was soon burst apart as Harry started getting questioned by an interviewer. He seemed nice, and the pair of you didn’t mind.

Yet, soon the questions started getting directed towards you as well. Caught up in the blissful heaven of the situation, you barely noticed as you accidentally spilled out information about Harry working on his solo album.

Harry had previously decided to keep his solo music career a secret for the time being. Lots of conspiracies came along with the rumors, none of which Harry wanted to face. He had instructed you not to inform anyone about it either, and he knew that he could definitely trust you. You had gone to extremes to keep it a secret, there had been several times when it was so close to being revealed but you did one thing or other to safeguard your beloved boyfriend’s clandestine.

But this once, caught up in the happiness of the situation, and the feeling of being in Harry’s arms, you hadn’t even noticed the words tumbling out of your mouth. As soon as the words escaped you, the two of you immediately halted to a stop. Harry’s arm tightened around your waist warningly, to the point where it almost hurt. The interviewer was as shocked as could be, and continued on trying to dig out more details from either of you.

You tried to make it better, you really did, but the damage had been done.

Harry hurriedly excused you two from the press and continued walking towards the main hall. You knew he was mad, the tense way his shoulders were situated, was an obvious sign of that.

Once reality settled in, you felt like you could cry. You had revealed his secret, broken his trust. He had confided in you and trusted you to not tell a soul about something that he didn’t yet want to share.

However, before you could let out a word, Harry was whisked away by his manager, and you had been left alone to fend for yourself. Usually, Harry would be the one to hold your hand tightly and pull you along with him, but you knew that after this, the last thing he wanted was to be anywhere near you.

You were soon given company by Gigi, Eleanor and Cheryl. All of the boys were there to support Harry, and you felt horrible that you had messed up the night for him. You felt your heart ache when you saw that Harry had opted to take the seat farthest away from you at the dinner table. The night passed on with you barely touching your food and trying your best to be as social as you could in the given circumstances.

Harry was nowhere to be seen, probably he had gone somewhere with his friends, and Eleanor and Cheryl had went off to mingle with their own boyfriends, while Gigi had stayed with you. She claimed that she wanted your advice on some show that she was preparing for, but you knew that she felt bad for you. She knew what had happened, and didn’t want for you to be alone.

While you were grateful for the company that she provided, you hadn’t failed to notice Harry’s absence throughout the night. You knew that he was upset with you, but you didn’t think that he would actually ignore you the whole night through. As it was nearing midnight and Gigi was going on about her upcoming Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, a text message from Harry interrupted the both of you. Hope sprang through you as you looked down at your phone, but it was quick to die down as soon as you read the cold words that had been sent to you.

“We’re leaving.”

As you looked up, you saw Harry’s manager waving to you to come to the front door. You informed Gigi, who stood up with you.

“We’ll be leaving soon too. Just need to say goodbye to some people before we’re on our way.”

“Okay, thank you so much for today. I’ll see you soon.”

“Anytime, babe. I’m sure Harry will cool off soon. Just give him some time and space, yeah? Call me if you need anything.” She said, rubbing your arm comfortingly.

“Yeah, thank you, Gigi. I love you.”

The both of you hugged goodbye before you hurried off to where Harry’s manager was standing. She informed you that Harry was already in the car. Your heart sank a little, realizing that he was still mad. You hadn’t expected him to just forget about the whole thing, but you were hoping that his mood would be uplifted after spending some time with his friends.

Nonetheless, you knew that you had made a mistake and that you would have to pay the consequences now.

As you walked outside, you noticed the drizzle going on. It wasn’t much, but the dark clouds in the night sky made it obvious that it wasn’t long before it would start raining heavily. You opened the car door, and skid into the passenger seat. Harry already had the car started, and before you had time to buckle up your seat belt, he scurried off without a word. The tires of the car produced a sharp screech due to the force of the sudden turn.

You didn’t say anything, only adjusting yourself in your seat.

Harry continued driving towards the house that the both of you shared. But you couldn’t help but notice the death grip he had on the steering wheel. After a while, the awkward tension became too much and you felt like you were going to choke. You decided to face the consequences of your mistake as soon as possible, since procrastinating was clearly going to get you nowhere.

“Harry, I really am sorry about what happened-” You started, before he cut you off.

“Don’t Y/N, just don’t.”

He sounded so angry, unlike you had ever heard before. You had heard from a lot of people that Harry was the worst when angry. Though you had yet to encounter a seriously mad Harry, since he always made sure to control his temper around you.

It had started to rain harder outside, with heavy raindrops falling down on the wind screen. His knuckles had begun to turn whiter due to his extremely tight grip on the steering wheel. His face was set in a mad frown that was deadly to even look at.

“Harry, I promise that this wasn’t my intension. I was only answering their question and it just slipped out. I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry won’t cut it. I trusted you with my secret and you totally ruined it. I’m never telling you anything again. Now shut your mouth before I decide to kick you out of the car right now.”

This was so unlike him, the Harry that you knew would never, ever speak to you like how he just did.

Harry was known to be one of the most respectful people out there, and he had proved himself to you as a gentleman several times. Always treating you with intense care, feeding you chocolates during your period, opening the doors for you anywhere you went; he did everything to make sure that you were happy with him.

“Harry, please try to under-” Your sentence was left unfinished as the car halted to a stop.

“Get out.” He commanded.

“What?” Your voice was timid, compared to his. You had absolutely no idea about what Harry could do in his rage of anger, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to find out.

“Get out of the fucking car, Y/N. Or so help me I’ll do it myself.”

“Harry, it’s almost midnight and it’s raining so hard outside. Please don’t do this. I said I’m sorry.” You practically begged.

He wasn’t having any of it, though. In the blink of an eye, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He threw open your side of the door and grabbed your wrists. You tried to resist his grip, and he almost threw you to the ground. Your ankle twisted due to the heels you were wearing, and a painful yelp came out of your mouth. You were lying there in pain, with a ruined dress, spoiled make-up and sore wrists.

You tried to refrain him one last time.

“Harry, please stop.”

He shrugged off your hold on his wrist and went over to the driver’s side. He proceeded to sit in and drive away, leaving you a crying and broken mess in the middle of the road with darkness surrounding you and rain water pouring down on you heavily.

To some outsider, it may have looked like a scene freshly out of some movie. To you though, it was like your world had been torn apart. Yes, you had made a mistake, a horrible one at that. Harry had trusted you with one of his most sacred secrets and as his significant other, it was your duty to protect it at all costs. However, you had gotten caught up in the blissful moment and gone ahead and done the exact opposite.

In spite of that, you didn’t think that you deserved to be thrown out so harshly; in the middle of the night with strangers lurking around and rain falling hard on you.

Yes, you had broken his trust and knew that it wasn’t going to be easy to gain it back, but he had done the exact same thing, maybe worse. Your boyfriend, the very guy who was supposed to keep you safe and protect you from all the harm in the world, was himself the guy who had thrown you out in the streets, with absolutely no concern of what could happen to you.

And as you sat broken in the right middle of the street, with black tears staining your face and wet hair matted to your forehead, dress ripped and ankle twisted, you couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever be alright between you two again.

You know what? I feel bad that Sauerbrunn and the USWNT have to feel like they need to center the feelings of men to get support for their fight for equality. If your support and allyship hinges on feelings and everyone being nice to you, your support was pretty questionable to begin with. Part of recognizing your privilege is realizing that your feelings might get hurt in the process. We see this a lot when POC talk about racism and white privilege and a white person is like “You hurt my feelings! Good luck getting my support now!” You should want equality and be supportive even if the truth hurts (and nothing that’s been said is false - objectively the USWNT is the more successful program in terms of trophies). Women and women in sport have had to go through so much and told so much sexist, misogynistic BS. The USMNT should take a cue from the US men’s hockey team - who seemed far more supportive of the US women’s hockey boycott. If women stopped doing something based on hurt feelings there probably wouldn’t even be a program right now. Sauerbrunn has been such a great representative for the USWNT and the game. She was really great and open in this interview and I recommend listening.

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Kageyama remained utterly true to his word. When he said he wanted to treat Shouyou well enough to make him want to stay, he had meant it.

The second morning Shouyou woke, again far, far later in the day than he’d ever been allowed at the temple, thanks to his daily duties and the bells that rang just after dawn. But here, at the villa, no one disturbed his rest. Even after he had pulled himself from slumber, he stayed curled under the whisper soft sheets, sinking into the cushioned bed below as the gentlest breeze rippled through the room, tossing his hair on his forehead where it poked out from under the covers.

A fine fragrance eventually caught his attention, sweet and delicate on the air, the freshness of flowers. It was so pleasant that it finally roused him fully and he sat up, wondering what it was, intent on investigating. Immediately, he found he need look no further than his bedside.

“Oh…” he gasped, rubbing his eyes as he took in the sight before him.

The entire floor of his room had been strewn with rose petals, all soft pink and white. 

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In these bedroom walls

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings:  NSFW, Sexual themes, inappropriate language, oral sex (male receiving).

Word Count: 1236

Author’s Note: Hey guys, so I’m very nervous at this moment. I think it’s the first time I wrote something like this. So be patient with me ahah. I hope you guys like it. And if you’re underage don’t read this. I’m serious, you’ll have all the time to read all the smut you want when you’re of age. And please if you guys are going to be intimate with someone, please use protection and be safe okay.


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Lena Luthor's pick up lines
  • Lena: Supergirl more like Super whoa!
  • Kara: *blushes* Stop it.
  • Maggie: Hmm very nice *nods head*.
  • Lena: Kara Danvers, I think you mean Kara Damn girl. *winks*
  • Winn: *claps*
  • Kara: *looks away* Golly.
  • Lena: Oh my God Kara.
  • Kara: *looks around* What, Lena?
  • Lena: I think I may need sunglasses because your smile is so bright.
  • Alex: *rubs chin* Brava Luthor,Brava.
  • Kara: *hides face while smiling* so cheesy.
  • Lena: *clears throat*.
  • Maggie: Oh boy here's the grand finale.
  • Winn: And What will Luthor do next?
  • Alex: Why is the suspense actually killing me?
  • Lena: Kara?
  • Kara: *smiling* Yes Lena?
  • Lena: You're hot.
  • Maggie: ...
  • Winn: ...
  • Alex: ...
  • Lena: What? Compliments of beauty are always a great finisher.
  • Kara: *smiling* She's right.
  • Winn: Wow
  • Alex: Only my sister.
  • Maggie: *scribbles in a notepad* compliments beauty, great finisher.