#YS is the give-upper. The giving-inner

[ochrearia]

A Nice Start

Oh no, Ochre's own emotions and thoughts, leaking into another RGBFverse one shot via how YS thinks and acts? Not a single fucking person is surprised

I don't know how Bash works I've probably derailed off at the end there but. I'm sleepy

BFs in this one-shot: Mixtape!BF (Bash, Soul's), Yourself (YS)

YS hadn’t felt this nervous around another self of his since getting off on the wrong foot with Boyf. In his defense, being nervous around him had been justified, YS wasn’t good at being around people as it was, much less people who actively disliked him. He was glad that Boyf didn’t seem to hate him anymore. Every once and a while he’d remember the original hostility and then tank his mood because of it. Despite it being in the past, it didn’t seem like time would make it hurt any less.

But that wasn’t the case here. Bash hadn’t even started out hating or disliking him. Actually, their first meeting was… strange. Bash had mistaken him for, someone else? Not really sure. He hadn’t yelled, or looked at him like he was disgusting, no, he’d offered comfort almost immediately. Comfort for something that didn’t happen, but supposedly was important enough to try and account for.

Bash seemed like a shy kind of guy just on the surface. Which somehow made it even more nerve-wracking, because shy people were usually the sweetest people on Earth, and it was terrifying to fuck up an impression with those kinds of people. And for once, YS wasn’t actually the oldest here.

So that whole ‘big brother’ shit? Definitely wasn’t going to work here.

Or at least that was probably that case. That wasn’t going to stop YS from trying. He was good at being a big brother figure, he thinks, everyone else seemed to be satisfied with his role. There had already been a few cases of selves that surprised him by wanting to take on a role of caring for him before he could even insist on being the one who cared. Bash was one of those, and coupled with the advantage of age, he wasn’t budging on this.

Two immovable objects. More like two stubborn idiot morons who refused to back down on stupid insistences.

“Hey man.” Bash’s voice was gentle, snapping YS from his thoughts. “Don’t think too hard, you might pull a muscle.”

“Pull a muscle… in my brain.” YS raised an eyebrow.

“You know what I mean.” Bash chuckled, though embarrassed.

So many nerves were flying around in this room. This was hell. So many selves by now and YS was still just as shit at beginnings compared to how he was with Biff of all people. Suppose some things never changed. Maybe he simply wasn’t used to this- a self that didn’t hate him, didn’t scream at him to go away. Wasn’t automatically disgusted by him.

Maybe that made it even more stressing to think that he could fuck it up by accident and make a self who was fine with him become disgusted by him. So many risks. YS felt like he might’ve pushed himself waaaaay over the edge. Why the hell did he keep doing this?

“You actually are thinking too hard now. I can see it on your face.” Bash spoke again, concern clearly laced his tone now. “You alright? Do you… want to talk about it?”

Something about that just… set him off.

“...Why?” The question tumbled from YS’s lips before he could even think to stop it. “Why do you… care? We’ve only really just met, why do you already care so much about my well-being? Why do any of you?”

Bash sighed, giving him a pity smile. “Why not?”

God dammit. What the hell was with this guy? How the fuck was YS supposed to get anywhere with this when the smallest sentences out of him could knock the breath from his chest so easily? He was supposed to be the one to help everyone else have those types of realizations. He was supposed to be the helper, not the one being helped.

“I- don’t understand.” YS admitted, against his better judgment. “I don’t understand, I can’t understand. I don’t get it. I wouldn’t even be upset if you or the other recent ones didn’t give a shit, that’s probably the reaction you should be having. And everyone else, It’s been months but I still don’t understand why they’d care about me.”

He was going to cause himself a goddamn migraine. He did that a lot. Stressed and depressed, not eating, not drinking anything actually helpful considering his stupid soda addiction. YS was prone to them of his own accord. The consequences of his actions. He was going to stress himself into another one in the coming minutes, he was sure of it. Then his poor guest would have to deal with his irritability.

Bash, though, kept regarding him silently. The small smile had dropped, but the pity was still there. Maybe not pity. Sympathy? Something else mixed in, unfamiliar. Eventually the older man opened his arms, stretched out towards him as an invitation. Oh…

“Sounds like maybe you need a big hug, bud.” Bash said instead of answering his hypotheticals. “If you’d like.”

YS stared, the shadows over his eyes coming in handy for once to act as an anxious guard. Things were exponentially harder to think through when you were madly unsure. No, he wasn’t the one meant to be helped, he was supposed to be the helper… but…

“I can’t stop thinking that every time someone shows they care about me.” YS continued, buried feelings spilling from his lips. “Every time. Just… why? Why, why, every time, every showing. It’s always the same. That’s… that’s not good, is it?”

“No, not really.” Bash replied. “I haven’t talked to many of the others. I’m not really sure how to approach them. I wasn’t really sure how to approach you, either, sorry. I’ve been so distant instead of trying to mingle in. I just haven’t figured out a path forward.”

“That’s that thing. You’re acting like a normal person should when presented with all this ridiculous nonsense. Anyone with a brain wouldn’t just immediately accept this. Or accept it at all, and I don’t understand why everyone else has. Everyone accepting… me.”

Bash looked at him almost expectantly. His arms were still outstretched towards him, inviting. YS kept looking, staring between both arms, trying to stick to his guns. But something had crossed a line, blurred it, and dismantled a wall. With an air of shyness, YS scooted over and all but collapsed into the awaiting arms of his brother. Brother, his… big brother.

“I think you’re such an interesting case. Maybe this is all a little confusing, and shouldn’t make sense, but who ever cared about rules anyways?” Bash offered, giving the other a gentle squeeze. “Like I said, I haven’t talked to many of the others, but I have talked to a few. Brooke and Beef. Brooke, well, I don’t know much. Beef, man, he loves you a lot. Talks a lot about you. Don’t tell him I told you that.”

YS snorted a laugh, shaking his head against Bash’s shoulder. “Little bastard. Can’t get that guy out of my damn apartment even if I tried. As if I really tried to get rid of him…” He mumbled that last part under his breath.

“You know you’re allowed to be cared about, right?” Bash asked. “It doesn’t seem like you do. That’s why you keep wondering. Keep failing to understand. I wonder how many of us it will take to change that?”

YS sighed. “A nice thought, but, no. I don’t think so. Not supposed to. I’m supposed to be helping everyone. Fuck, I’m supposed to be the big brother and I can’t even do that in this situation. I’ve caved.”

“Knew you’d come around!” Bash said happily, letting some of the nervousness melt away. “You’re still young compared to me. Like hell I was going to let you have to be responsible for me entirely. I can’t stop you from trying to help, though I don’t know how much you’ll find. But from what I heard from Beef, you don’t seem to let anyone just, take care of you. You’ve earned some rest.”

YS grumbled, finding that he had no words left to argue. But his head was proving to hate him regardless, because that migraine he thought might end up coming around actually started. Stupid, painful brain headache. “I guess… If I really earned rest then the universe wouldn’t be sending a shitty migraine my way right now. Sorry, by the way, I’m going to be very unpleasant to hang out with. You’re free to leave, honestly. Nothing fun to be doing like this.”

“Hummmm… Nah, I think it wouldn’t hurt you to have some company still.” Bash decided, letting one of his hands roam up to his head, scratching gently through his hair. “I just told you, you deserve some rest. Deserve to be cared for instead of doing all the caring. It’s not good to run yourself into the ground. You’ll burn yourself out that way. I don’t know much about you, but I know that for certain.”

Hah. This was so unfamiliar, he wasn’t used to being the little brother in this situation. Was this how he made his brothers feel? Heard, safe, cared for? Happy?

Don’t get your hopes up YS.

“That… feels nice.” YS breathed quietly. He felt small. Funny, it was a good small for once. Oh, well, there goes his damn shapeshifting again. It really was a hazard more than a power. “Fuck. Sorry. Sometimes this just happens… Automatic reaction to some of my feelings.”

“You’re alright man.” Bash chuckled again. “Pretty neat ability all things considered. Look, now I’m really the bigger brother. You’ve become shorter than me!”

“Shut up…” YS whined slightly, pushing his head more into his shoulder. “We’ve barely talked, it’s far too early for you to be so teasing already. You’re clearly hanging around Beef too much. That little shitter gets away with everything…”

“He does?” Bash asked, innocent tone full of underlying mischief. “And who’s fault would that be?”

“...Mine.” YS admitted with gritted teeth. “No more teasing. Head’s hurting like a bitch.”

Bash shook his head, amused, but let the subject drop. He didn’t let go, though. The hand in YS’s hair continued the gentle scratching movements, solely because the other had confirmed to be enjoying it. Probably wouldn’t help in the long run to fight a migraine, but any small comfort he could offer to the other he’d take.

It was a nice start.

[tohokuu]

ateez and their favorite body part on their chubby s/o 🥹

this ask has been in here for so long i’m so sorry but uhhh

sh - tiddies :(( he loves all tiddies so it doesn’t matter what size but there’s something special about them being on his chubby s/o. he likes shoving his face in them and pulls your shirt up so he can shove his head inside.

hj - thighs. god. the dimples the cellulite creates drives him insane. he’ll poke them and kiss them to drive you insane because he’s so close to there. he likes slapping them when he’s eating you out and you’re misbehaving. then he’ll kiss them right afterwards. probably makes you wear cute pastel coloured tennis skirts the day after he gives you hickeys all on your inner thighs.

yh - he loves your ass 😔 it’s so so so squishy. he likes to use it as a pillow when he wants to take a nap, pokes it whenever he gets the chance and slaps it hard when he’s got your legs thrown over his shoulders.

ys - yk the fat on your hips ? the one that really develops your curves ? it bleeds into your upper thighs and creates that crease when you sit ? yeah drives him nuts. if you’re wearing a bathing suit and he gets to see that part of you, expect him to push you back and throw a leg past his shoulder so he can eat you out.

san - your stomach ;(( you may not understand why but he loves it. it’s not a sexual thing at first. it’s just so soft and round and cute and he loves the little pouch you’ve got hanging over your cute pink panties :(( he’ll run his fingers over the stretch marks there and count them if he’s given the chance.

mingi - cheeks. he loves your chubby cheeks :(( or your cheeks in general, he wants to kiss them, squish them and poke them. he’s so in love w your cheeks, it’s crazy. will randomly plop in front of you to twist your face until you’re all peach faced

wy - arms :(( many chubby girls (including myself) don’t like their arms bc of the flab that comes w it :( but he doesn’t mind it at all. he likes pulling and squishing the skin. it’s so much squishier than the other parts of your body and he’ll spend all the time in the world counting the various stretch marks that curve over your skin and he’ll kiss them until you feel confident about them

jh - he likes all of you, really. he’s not like the other members, either. jongho has a width to him and he’s just so fucking big and bulky; he’s so strong. you being chubby just gives him more opportunity to fuck you better. he knows you aren’t made of glass and you’re more than capable of taking his fat cock inside your wet cunt.

[myhouseidea]

YS + 2House designed by OTROestudio is a detached house inserted in a 1000m2 plot, located in Playa Paraíso, in the municipality of Adeje (Tenerife, Canary Islands). It is a very quiet urban area, whose main feature is its spectacular views towards the island of La Gomera. The house is 450m2 over three floors, a swimming pool and green spaces. OTROestudio’s concept is two blind planes that protect and privatize an interior space without limits that devours the landscape and makes it own. Photography by Joaquín Ponce de León

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Under this concept, the exterior view is formed by a visible, large, reinforced concrete structure with geometric shapes and inclined lines that interrupt and move floating in the air, like a hard skin that shelters an interior space that breaks and dilutes its limits. Two irregular volumes that shelter an intimate and infinite patio. The façade of the building is a kind of sculpture made up of two elements: an entrance porch that gives access to the plot and further back the blind volumes of the house. These are made of reinforced concrete towards the street and the northern boundary arranged in different positions. It is the opposite idea of the interior and south facades, which are mostly of glass. The interior layout is simple and is divided into three levels. The basement floor is reserved for vehicular access, garage, storage room, technical room, a central garden that invades natural light into a multipurpose recreational space with bathroom and spa that overflows into another large inner patio. The ground floor is made up of two volumes of uncertain limits that are articulated by the main access and the staircase, which houses on one hand a toilet wrapped in a volume of warped shapes, the main living room and the dining room. The other volume contains the kitchen and a tv room. All these spaces overflow the large intimate patio and the garden where the pool and green areas are located. The upper floor also consists of two volumes articulated by the staircase, one of them houses the master bedroom, dressing room, bathroom and a viewing terrace, the other volume is made up of two bedrooms each with its own bathroom and a large viewing terrace that have in common. To sum up, in addition to respond to the needs and functional requirements of the client the house was always thought as a need to express aesthetic and formal arguments that are part of OTROestudio’s unwavering style, as inclined planes, escaped spaces, pure volumes, ambiguous spaces, indefinite limits. An iconic architecture that tries to get to sensations.

Company name: OTROestudio (Fernando Ojeda + Gabriela Troncoso) Project location: Tenerife, Canary Islands, Spain Completion Year: 2019

YS+2House by OTROestudio YS + 2House designed by OTROestudio is a detached house inserted in a 1000m2 plot, located in Playa Paraíso, in the municipality of Adeje (Tenerife, Canary Islands).