his little tummy

Can we talk about how great it was to see Sam lounging on Jody's couch?

He was clearly so comfortable there. He felt safe and at home, and he was happy to just be there with Jody and Dean, eating pizza and having some down time.

He was practically lying on that couch, he was so comfortable, resting his pizza on his tummy.

The little grins he kept sharing with the two of them were so great to see. I know the scene was short, but it means so much to me to see them like that.

We haven’t seen this side of Sam in weeks, months, and I love that we were given it, no matter how short it lasted.


Having a baby with Sirius would include:

Having a baby with Sirius would include:

  • Him being so happy when you tell him
  • jumping up and down
  • “I’m gonna be a dad!!!!!”
  • Treating you as though you’re porcelain
  • “I’m not going to break Sirius!”

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

  • Being really protective over you
  • Not wanting you to go anywhere
  • Or even move for that matter
  • “No! You stay there I’ll get that”

Originally posted by clarkkent1978

  • Holding you so close at night
  • Giving you tummy rubs
  • Talking to his little one
  • kissing your tummy all the time
  • “Sirius that tickles” You would laugh.

Originally posted by god-ben-barnes

  • Your hormones really confusing him
  • Him being so worried when you go into labour
  • Not letting go of your hand the whole time.
  • Not leaving your side.

Originally posted by totallybenbarnes

  • Tearing up and the doctor hands him your child
  • Staring down at the baby with a huge smile on his face.
  • Sirius pulling faces at them when you’re back home
  • James and Remus coming to visit.

Originally posted by irebeliya

  • “I’m gonna be the best uncle ever” James would smile
  • “You have me to fight for that title” Remus would smirk taking the little one into his own arms.
  • “Sirius you okay mate?” James would change the subject watching Sirius pull faces at your baby.
  • “I’m trying to make him/her(or them) laugh”

Originally posted by itismycoolname-blog

A Friday night…..

Taehyung: I should go to the gym…

Jungkook: What? Why?….you hate exercising

Taehyung: I know but look at my tummy *pokes his little tummy and Jungkook followes his moves with adoration in his eyes*

Jungkook: What’s with it? It’s soft and cute and the best pillow in the world…now come here ~ 

Jungkook puts his head on it and lets Taehyung run his fingers through his hair, playing with the locks. Hearing Taehyung’s gigglings is the best music to his ears and he just hopes the boy will always love himself the way he is~….just like how he does :3  

my masterpiece

Jeongguk never saw himself as an artist, but he couldn’t deny the desire to replace the perfect masterpiece with his own work of art. He wanted to tear Jimin apart to rebuild him in a new theme, a new concept. He wanted Jimin all for his own.

Park Jimin was a piece of art.

A fucking beautiful piece of art that Jeongguk wanted to spend hours praising.

From the faint blush on his apple cheeks to the plush pink of his plump lips to the small moons that form in his eyes along with his bubblegum smile. Jeongguk wanted to run his hands through his pale orange hair, to feel the soft locks underneath his fingertips while he sings him softly to sleep, wrapped up in each others arms from another challenging day as an idol.

Even with the stress of their monitored world, Jimin was still a masterpiece. Even with the missing abs, he remained cute with his little tummy that spoke volumes about his personal growth. His smiles never changed, the blush never disappeared; the subtle sunshine that seemed to follow him everywhere he goes swallows Jeongguk in warmth that he only ever finds in Jimin. He hoped that sunshine would never go away. Because, God, how he needed that to function.

How he needed Jimin to function.

Keep reading