#jbae

[vexarii]

gonna make my friend try my contacts

Glasses people love to make you try their glasses on to see how fucked up their eyes are. It's a sign of respect in their culture.

[webslingingslasher]

jbae!! if you're taking requests, can I ask for something with trouble comforting peter? maybe he's had a terrible week and loads of things pile up and he just collapses (maybe he even cries out of frustration cause I'm a sucker for that) and trouble just holds him to her chest and runs her hands through his hair 🥺 only if you want to though!! have a great day ily

*you always ask when peter knows he's in love with trouble...* (cleaning out my drafts)

peter's been m.i.a. all day.

rumor is he skipped class and slept past breakfast... and lunch. the unanswered texts you have string along with the theory. you were talking to peter last night so you don't think he's sick, at least not with a cold.

he'd been pulling back the last few days because he's been so busy. you haven't seen him in three days because of a test or a frat meeting or dinner with his aunt - in your opinion, he's spread a little too thin and you think that caught up to him today.

if peter can cut class and hang out at the frat house so can you. unsure if he's taking another nap. you're not risking a phone call that'll wake him and settle for a quiet entry with slow steps up the stairs before silently opening his door and sliding in.

peter's not asleep; he's awake and staring at his ceiling. he knows you're here but he can't bring himself to make believe happy. so he doesn't.

you softly shut his door and rest your back on it. 'do you have a case of the sads?' peter stays in his starfish position for way too long, you think he's building the courage to speak for the first time today. when he does, it's raspy and riddled with depression.

'i have a case of the sads.' even saying it makes him want to curl into a ball. it's times like this he wishes he was home and still small enough to crawl into his aunt's bed.

you've never seen peter this depleted, all spark in him has fizzled. 'do you want to cuddle?' you don't need to ask what's wrong, you already know. and you're getting the feeling he really just wants silent company.

peter sits up to open the space next to him, he's not moving until you're settled because he's about to rest his entire weight on you. the second you steal his spot, he lays on top and buries his face into you while you warmly accept the pressure.

peter only hides in you like this when he's sick or really tired. you don't say anything while you gently tuck a curl behind his ear, you lightly smile and graze the outer edge with your finger- a small twitch tells you he doesn't like it.

normally, you'd double down. today, he needs nice.

'you have cute ears.' it's barely above a whisper, 'i should see them more often.' peter doesn't respond, you didn't need him to.

it's a peaceful quiet, you think it's nice just being in peter's presence sometimes. you keep dragging your hand up and down his back, you're trying to tell him he's okay with your touch. your other combs through his hair over and over, you think he might be falling asleep and you gladly welcome it.

you're not sure how peter's breathing he's tucked into your chest so tight, but as long as he's able to you won't complain. you start to trace little squares over his skin while slightly zoning out on a bird on his balcony collecting what looks like twigs from the overhanging tree.

your shirt feels like it's clinging to you, peter's washing his hot breath into it. you change your shapes to squiggles. the bird hops around, another twig is scooped up. you glance down at your chest and stop your hands.

it's not just choked breath.

'are you crying?'

the floodgates burst.

peter digs into you, holding you so tight you almost wheeze. his shoulders shake as he sobs into you, your heart shatters as he breaks down. peter's never cried in front of you and it's fucking terrible to see.

you don't know what to do, you just act on instinct and try to wrap your arms around him like he always does to you. it always makes you feel protected and secure, it makes you feel like peter's a safe place and nothing can hurt you in his hold.

'you're okay, petey.' you're saying it for the both of you. 'you're okay.' peter thrashes his head back and forth, he doesn't agree. you steady him and say it again. 'you're okay, i promise you're okay.'

it's a little weak because you don't feel like you're fixing much but it always helps when peter says it.

'i'm here. you're gonna be okay because i'm here.' you hear a trumpet in your mind when peter crawls further up to tuck his head under your chin. it's working, you're doing good.

peter's never cried in front of a girl before. his aunt doesn't count and neither does- he doesn't let his mind go there, he's already spirling hard enough.

but you're warm and soft and really fucking loving and it's making him cry harder because it's all he wanted today and you showed up with an abundance of it.

you're crushed at the sound, if you could suffocate the sad out of him you would've already done it. 'please don't throw yourself into a panic attack.' he wasn't going to, but now that you said it he thinks he's approaching that territory quickly.

you can sense it too. you press him closer and breathe deep, his head sinks with your chest. 'do one with me.' it's weak and followed by a cough.

'one more.' he mimics you, it's better this time. peter does the third on his own, you praise him with a back rub. 'see? you're okay.' the smallest of nods, a short stutter of breath and he's sniffling to hold more in.

'let it out. you broke yourself to get to this point, let it out.' it's another wave but it's not as brutal, it's bordering on the verge of pitiful. 'you're not allowed to do this to yourself anymore, peter. i didn't say anything but next time i will. you can't stretch yourself like this, it isn't healthy.'

'i'm sorry.' he doesn't know if he's sorry for crying or for making you care this much. it's a blanket statement, he thinks. you won't let it be one. 'don't you dare say sorry. there's nothing to be sorry about.'

peter can't fathom why, but he almost spews out an i love you and it terrifies him. he feels it in his chest, there's a level of care and affection you're giving him that he's never had before. if he knew he was dying, he'd do it right here in your arms.

peter's never felt safe in another person's hold before. you'd protect him at all costs, even from himself and you just proved it. he needs to see you, he needs to see the face he calls home. he needs you to smile softly at him like he's your world because he promises this time he'd do the same.

you do exactly what he wishes and he feels a pang to his heart when you lightly wipe under his cheeks. 'are you all cried out? if not i'll bully you into more.' god, he wants to swarm you with a thousand kisses.

'i'm okay now.' he hovers over you, an arm on each side of your head. you accept a tiny kiss where your neck and collarbone meet, it's a delicate marking. 'good, you needed it. you also need to eat, and please tell me you had some water today. i'll make you anything you want, or i'll buy you dinner- anything you want, you deserve good things when you have a case of the sads.'

you don't recognize the look on peter's face but it makes you a little self-conscious, you might be a tad overbearing. 'why are you looking at me like that? am i being a little over the top?'

he's still wearing it. 'not at all.' you feel good about it, you're sticking to your guns about standing up to him if you need to. 'okay, good, because even if you said i was, i wouldn't care. i know you're mr. big strong tough man but i swear you need someone to check you sometimes because you get-'

'i really need to kiss you right now.'

you stop yourself and blink at his words. 'oh.' your cheeks feel warm, you nod one time before peter's pressing his bottom lip to your top one and lowering himself until his chest brushes yours.

it's a different kind of kiss, there's nothing behind it except just wanting to do exactly as he said. a cluster of pecks before he pulls back to look at you, you can't place what he's thinking.

'what?' peter shakes his head before going in for another, after the third time he'd failed to remove himself from you, you stop him. 'i don't care how many times you kiss me, mister. you're not getting anything until i see you eat something.'

funny. your request just makes him want to kiss you more. 

[jingledbells]

listen to me boy :-)

i don't jbae a girl to leave

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[bigmansbigbigblog]

sorry caht I have been BUSY. I JBAE BEEN SOENDIG SO MUH TIME OUTSIDE ITS POGGERS

[doyou-got7]

We stan some seriously good looking men😍

[blacksiren]

friendship is accidentally sending your friend a semi-nude (aka bra) snap and then sending more because you look cute

[aawkwardandnervous]

Literally me and Jay are like constantly fighting, no I can't even say that more like he's always fun mad at me! Half the time I have no idea what I do. Like 50/50 either we good or we not there's no in between lol. Either high or low. Still love his ass tho and wouldn't wanna be anywhere else or with anyone else v

[imelletsirk]

Happy birthday to everybody’s bae @jaybnow.hr ~ 💚 . . #GOT7 #AHGASE #IGOT7 #ImJaebum #JB #JAYB #JBAE #imelletsirkposts #imelletsirkgot7 #dailykpop #dailygot7 #creditstoowner https://www.instagram.com/p/B7LGX1iHC-H/?igshid=1th1eak4f6zzp

[season12cas]

my crush is such an asshole idek anymore like he'll ignore me for five days straight then ask me to hang out and make a shitload of suggestive comments and then ignore me again???? like stop fucking playing me???

[the-edje]

Action on the autocross course. Image Credit: Rupert Berrington (2018). A Little Insight Into HERE And JB Auto Events JB Auto Ev...

[pinkjbeom]

....this picture perfectly represents "I see the galaxy in your eyes"😭😭

[webslingingslasher]

Honestly, jbae, aren't all Peter's nerdy? Is nerdy!peter just extra nerdy peter? Am I blinded by the fact that I watch tasm multiple times a week and he's my favorite? Am I being dumb please tell me if I am? 😭

so, yes. all peter's are "nerdy" by nature/canon but nerdy!peter is much more soft and almost more innocent, leaning heavy into the socially awkward, geeky, virgin type trope.

basically, i view nerdy!peter as the same personality as mcu peter parker. just a dorky, unsure kid but more grown up. maybe i should mention that personally i view frat!peter (cherry version too) as 22 but nerdy!peter as more 19ish.

[mxnofhonour]

@serbrienneoftarth

He counted the empty glasses on the table before him and sighed. Four and he was not near enough as drunk as he'd like to be. He had just called time on his relationship with Cersei and had travelled to Sunspear in an effort to escape her. Gods only knew when he'd decide to go back.

He'd just sat back down with his fifth straight whiskey when he noticed her. At least, he thought it was a her. Though she was sat, he knew she was even taller than he was. The slight swell if breast visible under her blouse was the only clue to her sex, however.

He found himself staring as he drank. How long had she been there? She looked as worse for wear as he was, so perhaps his vision had been clouded enough by his own misery that he had been blind to everything around him.

He returned to the bar then. Bought two drinks this time and went to slump in the booth beside her.

"Is it your misery making you that ugly, or do you look like that anyway?"

[facinaoris]

JAIME X BRIENNE FIC AESTHETICS

Jaime Lannister, recently missing a hand, a white cloak and his purpose in life, is sent to Tarth to decide whether the Lannisters will loan them the gold they so desperately need to thwart a disaster. He expects to negotiate with the Evenstar, but is stuck with the dour daughter instead. 
⇢ THE TIDES by @slipsthrufingers

[blacksiren]

SURPRISE

Got a surprise visit from @blacksiren today and dad crashed our reunion selfies