#one direction ship

[bean-spring]

Hot take and not to be a killjoy or the shipping police but people treating Viktor or Jinx's aroace headcanons as if they were canon is not the revolutionary take people think it is.

Headcanons are always all right but we have to acknowledge that they are somehow damaging when they apply to stereotypes. It might not be the case for everyone but most of the time people unconsciously assume that disability/mental illness=asexuality. These headcanons erase the freedom of attraction from people who are already seen as unable to have sexual/romantic experiences/desires, when it's completely untrue and harmful.

You can headcanon Viktor and Jinx as aroace, but I have seen people changing their minds once Viktor is no longer disabled (s2 with all of his other forms) and Jinx is no longer as mentally ill (alternate universe Powder). And it speaks wonders of how people see these characters.

"I never thought about Jinx being able to feel romantic/sexual attraction until s2!" To believe she's actually only capable of that when she's not "damaged" is incredibly disturbing. Especially since Jinx has always had a bit of a flirty personality too.

"I've always seen Viktor as asexual, I don't know why!" That's fine. You can headcanon him as ace. But I believe there is a reason behind it, most of the time, if for some inexplicable reason the "vibes" of the disabled character are making you think he's ace.

I say all of this being aroaspec myself, by the way. Headcanon all you want but going to people's posts commenting how "it's weird for you that they have romantic/sexual plots when they're clearly aroace" is not a win at all. It's a headcanon, after all, and it should be treated as such, and that's fine. But it also is damaging to spread stereotypes like these.

Of course the disabled character is asexual. Of course the mentally ill character is aromantic. It's not as revolutionary as you might think, tbh.

Fandom is not activism and it's all right to have any headcanons you want BUT some of them are filled with damaging stuff and perhaps we should look into ourselves more before treating these assumptions as something canon.

[thiamblogger]

"two boys can be friends, you know??"

i know.. but they're not.

[beaulesbian]

THE TERROR (2018) S01E09 "The C, The C, The Open C"

If we are to deposit anything with a view to return at some later date, it will be things, not men. I'd rather we leave our tents behind and sleep two to a sack, like the orphans we are, than leave one man alone with last burdens. And I speak not only of James. I'll not leave any one of you alone either.

[flowerchild28]

Cozy Day

Louis Tomlinson imagine

Warnings: fluff, making -out

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The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. Y/N blinked her eyes open, still curled up against Louis, who was sound asleep, his breathing soft and steady. His arm was draped loosely around her waist, his face nestled close to hers, and a little smile played on her lips as she took in the quiet serenity of the moment.

Carefully, she slipped out of his embrace, careful not to disturb him, and tucked the blanket around him to keep him warm. She tiptoed out of the room, pulling on one of his old, oversized shirts that hung down to her knees, the fabric warm and familiar. Heading to the kitchen, she decided that breakfast should be a little extra special this morning. She set about making tea, putting the kettle on and gathering eggs and bacon from the fridge.

The sizzle of bacon filled the air, and she cracked a couple of eggs into the pan, watching the whites bubble and turn opaque. She was just pouring tea into two mugs when she felt familiar arms wrap around her from behind. Louis buried his face into the crook of her neck, his hair still a bit messy from sleep.

“Smells good,” he murmured, his voice rough from just waking up.

She leaned back into his embrace, smiling. “Good morning, sleepyhead. I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast.”

Louis took a sip of his tea, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Alright, I’ve gotta know... what made you decide to cook this morning? Not that I’m complaining," he teased, nudging her foot gently under the table.

“Well, consider me very pleasantly surprised,” he said, tightening his arms around her and giving her a gentle squeeze before letting go. They moved to the table together, setting down plates of eggs and bacon, and the warm mugs of tea.

Y/N shrugged, grinning. "Maybe I just like watching you eat," she teased back. "But seriously, I just wanted to do something nice for you. I know you’ve had a busy week."

He nodded, running a hand through his hair. "You’re right about that. Feels like I haven’t slowed down in ages. But this…" He looked around the cozy kitchen and then back at her. "This is exactly what I needed."

She smiled, leaning her chin on her hand. "Good. Then it’s working."

There was a pause before Louis spoke again, a playful gleam in his eye. "So, tell me, if you could do anything today—anything at all—what would it be?"

"Hmm," Y/N mused, tapping her fork on her plate. "Honestly? Maybe just staying right here, doing absolutely nothing. Maybe a little reading, maybe a movie marathon... what about you?"

Louis grinned. "That sounds perfect. But, if I’m being honest, as long as I’m with you, I’m happy to do absolutely nothing."

With their plates cleared and mugs empty, Y/N stretched her arms above her head and looked at Louis with a soft smile.

She laughed, rolling her eyes. "Smooth, Tomlinson. But I’ll take it."

"Alright, lazy day partner," she said, playfully nudging his shoulder, "what’s the plan? You promised me a movie marathon."

Louis smirked, leaning back in his chair. "You’re on. But, first things first—we need blankets, and plenty of ‘em. And pillows. And snacks. Basically, all the essentials."

She laughed, watching him already plotting out the perfect setup. "I’ll get the blankets and pillows; you handle the snacks?"

He gave a mock salute. "Consider it done."

They both got up, setting to work with a sense of excitement, as if turning the living room into the coziest fort possible was a mission. Y/N grabbed every blanket she could find, draping them over the couch and piling up a mountain of pillows in the corner. Meanwhile, Louis raided the kitchen, gathering popcorn, chocolate, and a few bags of crisps.

A few minutes later, they were both snuggled up on the couch, wrapped in blankets, the room dim and comfortable. Louis handed her the remote with a grin. "Alright, what’ll it be? Rom-com, thriller, or… are you in the mood for something scary?"

Y/N grinned, leaning into his shoulder. "I’ll let you pick. But no complaints if I end up hiding behind you if it’s scary."

Louis chuckled, scrolling through the options. "Alright, let’s start with something funny and work our way up to the scary stuff. Sound fair?"

As the credits rolled on their third movie, Y/N turned to Louis with a soft smile, her head still resting on his shoulder. He looked down at her, his eyes warm and a little playful, a quiet intensity lingering between them. Without another word, he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers, slow and gentle at first, testing the waters. She met him halfway, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as the kiss deepened, both of them sinking further into the moment.

She nodded, settling deeper into the blankets as the opening credits rolled. They exchanged little jokes and commentary, laughing and getting lost in the movie. Occasionally, one of them would reach for the popcorn, their hands brushing in the bowl, each touch bringing little smiles and laughs.

Before long, his hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer, and she felt his fingers tangle in her hair. Their laughter had faded into quiet sighs, the warmth between them building as he trailed kisses along her jaw, and she couldn’t help but pull him closer. Her hands moved to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palms. But just as her own heart began to race, she let out a soft laugh and leaned back slightly.

“Louis… I think I need a little fresh air,” she whispered, her cheeks warm, her eyes shining.

Louis blinked, surprised, but then his lips turned up into a grin. “Yeah? You mean, outside? In the real world?” He chuckled, pulling her closer for one last kiss on her forehead before standing up and offering her his hand. “Alright, let’s go.”

They slipped into jackets and scarves, bundling up against the slight chill as they stepped outside. Y/N reached for his hand, but Louis pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist as they started down the quiet path near his place. They walked side by side, the only sounds being the soft crunch of leaves beneath their feet and the occasional brush of his fingers against her cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

It seemed like he couldn’t stop touching her—his fingers brushing her hand, his thumb tracing light circles on her lower back as they walked, and once, with a smirk, his hand rested just briefly on her lower back before he gave her hip a little squeeze. She laughed, nudging him playfully.

“What?” he asked innocently, though his hand lingered just a bit longer on her waist, pulling her closer as they continued along the path. “Can’t help it. You’re kind of irresistible, you know.”

Y/N shook her head, laughing softly. “Right back at you, Mr. Charming.”

They continued to stroll, lost in the quiet simplicity of just being together, his fingers twining with hers, or slipping around her shoulders, as if he couldn’t bear to let her go.

After their refreshing walk, Y/N and Louis returned home. The cozy atmosphere of the house wrapped around them, and Y/N was struck by a sudden idea.

"Hey! Let’s build a puzzle!" she suggested, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “I found this one hidden in the closet, and I think it’s really beautiful .”

Louis raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "A puzzle? You mean, like… putting a bunch of pieces together? Sounds riveting," he said with mock enthusiasm, though he couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Come on! It'll be fun! A cozy puzzle session!" she insisted, playfully nudging him.

"Alright, alright," he relented, his laughter infectious as they set the puzzle up on the coffee table. Y/N excitedly sorted through the pieces, separating edges from the middle pieces, while Louis leaned back on the couch, watching her with an amused expression.

But just a few minutes in, as Y/N was diligently working on the puzzle, she glanced over at Louis, who was now sprawled comfortably on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey, you’re supposed to help!” she said, half-laughing, half-exasperated.

Louis shrugged with a smirk. “I’m just… letting you do your thing. I mean, it’s not like I have the patience for this.” He held up his phone, showing her a funny meme he’d just found. “Look at this one! It’s hilarious!”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “You know, you could at least pretend to be interested for a few minutes longer!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll give it a shot,” he said, picking up a few pieces and dramatically trying to fit them together. But after a couple of attempts, he sighed dramatically. “This is too hard. I don’t get how these pieces connect.” With a chuckle, he tossed the pieces back onto the table, surrendering. “You win. I’m tapping out.”

With that, he leaned back, shifting his focus back to his phone, chuckling at something he saw on social media. Y/N shook her head, giggling to herself as she dove back into the puzzle.

“Hey! Check this out!” he called, turning the phone around to show her a video of a dog doing a silly trick.

Y/N laughed but quickly returned her focus to the puzzle, enjoying the quiet determination it took to complete it. She found herself completely lost in the challenge, humming softly to herself while Louis occasionally chimed in with commentary, but he mostly he was absorbed in his phone.

"How about you just go ahead and finish it? You’re doing great!" Louis called out lazily, clearly having settled into his own kind of cozy evening as he flipped through his feed.

“Thanks for the support!” Y/N shot back playfully, her concentration unwavering. She felt a warm sense of satisfaction wash over her as the puzzle began to take shape, piece by piece, even if she was building it all alone.

As the last piece slid perfectly into place, Y/N sat back and admired her work, a grin spreading across her face. The colorful landscape unfolded before her. It was a serene view of a sunset over a peaceful meadow, and she felt a sense of accomplishment wash over her.

“Ta-da! Finished!” she called out, turning to Louis, who was still comfortably reclined on the couch, phone in hand.

He glanced up, pretending to be impressed as he raised an eyebrow. “Wow, you actually did it! Impressive.” His tone was playful, but he genuinely seemed to appreciate her effort. “Now that’s something to celebrate. What’s the prize for finishing the puzzle?”

Y/N chuckled, standing up and stretching her arms overhead. “The prize is that you get to help me take it apart and put it back in the box.”

“Ugh, no way!” he protested dramatically, dropping his phone onto his lap. “You can’t be serious. I just watched you put that together for hours. I’m not taking it apart!”

She laughed, walking over to him, hands on her hips. “Come on! It’s just a puzzle. Plus, I thought we were a team!”

“Maybe a team in theory, but I’m not that dedicated,” he said with a smirk, leaning forward to grab a piece from the completed puzzle. “Besides, look how pretty it is! Why would we want to break it apart?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, playfully snatching the piece from his fingers. “Because it goes back in the box, silly! That’s what puzzles do.”

He feigned a dramatic sigh. “Fine, but can we at least take a picture first? I need proof of your hard work.”

“Of course! ” she said, excitedly positioning the puzzle in the best light. Louis stood up, quickly snapping a few photos of her beaming face next to the completed puzzle, and then a few close-ups of the vibrant colors.

After he was satisfied, Louis set his phone down and stepped closer to her, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Okay, now that we’ve documented your moment of glory, how about a celebratory dance?”

Y/N laughed, her heart racing at the thought. “A dance? Here? Now?”

“Why not? You’ve just conquered a puzzle! You deserve to celebrate!” he exclaimed, pulling her gently into an embrace, his hands resting at her waist.

With a laugh, she melted into him, the playful energy between them igniting once more. Louis began to sway them slowly, humming an upbeat tune. Y/N joined in, laughing as he twirled her around, their playful banter filling the room.

As they danced, Y/N felt the warmth of his touch, his hands gliding from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her closer. It felt natural and exciting all at once. She caught Louis's gaze, and the moment seemed to hang in the air, charged with an unspoken connection.

Just then, he dipped her slightly, and she squealed with laughter. “Okay, okay! I think I’ve had enough dancing for one night!” she gasped, trying to regain her balance.

Louis straightened her up with a grin, the laughter in his eyes mirroring her own. “Alright, let’s call it a night on the puzzle and the dancing. But we still have time for something else, don’t you think?”

Y/N smiled up at him, her heart fluttering. “What did you have in mind?”

“How about a cozy movie night part two? We can pick something really ridiculous this time,” he suggested, winking.

“Now that sounds perfect,” she agreed, feeling a warmth spread through her. The evening was still young, and they had plenty of time left to enjoy each other’s company.

With the promise of a ridiculous movie, Y/N and Louis settled back onto the couch, pulling the warm blankets around them. As the opening credits rolled, Louis wrapped his arms around her, pulling her snugly against his chest. The soft glow of the television lit up their faces, and Y/N felt a sense of contentment wash over her.

Louis leaned down, brushing his lips against her temple, whispering, “Ready for some cinematic genius?”

Y/N giggled, rolling her eyes playfully. “Absolutely! I can't wait to see what kind of chaos unfolds.”

The movie began, but it didn’t take long before their attention drifted away from the screen. Every few minutes, Louis would lean down to press a kiss against her lips, playful and teasing, pulling her into the warmth of his embrace. Y/N found herself losing track of the plot, completely wrapped up in the warmth of Louis and the softness of his lips against hers.

“Are you even watching the movie?” he teased, chuckling as he pulled back to glance at her.

“Not really,” she admitted with a laugh, her cheeks flushed. “But can you blame me?”

“Not at all,” he replied, grinning, and he captured her lips again, this time more fervently. The kisses became more passionate, more desperate, as the movie played on, their laughter and quiet murmurs filling the room.

Each kiss felt like an electric spark, igniting warmth between them. Louis’s fingers trailed through her hair, tangling softly as he leaned closer, deepening the kisses. Y/N’s hands found their way to his shoulders, then wrapped around his neck, pulling him in even closer, completely lost in the moment.

Eventually, the world around them faded away, and they were only aware of each other—the softness of his hands against her skin, the warmth of his body, and the way his lips moved against hers. The movie faded into a background noise, only punctuated by their quiet giggles and whispers.

But as the film droned on, Y/N felt herself starting to grow drowsy. The warmth of the couch, combined with the comfort of Louis's arms around her, lulled her into a sense of safety. She snuggled closer to him, burying her face in the crook of his neck as her eyelids grew heavy.

Louis noticed the shift, gently running his fingers up and down her arm, his voice soft and soothing. “You okay?” he asked, looking down at her with a mix of concern and affection.

“Just a little tired,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Go ahead, darling. sleep if you want,” he replied, his tone gentle as he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. “I’ll be right here.”

Y/N smiled, feeling utterly at peace as she nestled closer, her breathing slowing as sleep began to take over. Before long, she drifted off completely, her body relaxing against Louis, the warmth of his presence wrapping around her like a blanket.

Louis watched her for a moment, his heart swelling with affection as he continued to stroke her hair. He pressed another kiss to her forehead, feeling a deep sense of contentment wash over him. Soon, the steady rhythm of her breathing lulled him to sleep as well, the movie playing on in the background as they drifted off together, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

[brainrotcharacters]

"Listen here, peanut..."

"Logan. Only he gets to call me that."

camera cuts to Deadpool as he does a little finger wave

[tippenfunkaport]

That viral post that's going around about how people who write "book quality" mlm fic are too "normal" to publish and have real jobs so only "weird" people publish their "shitty" fanfic is so completely out of touch with reality and I am giving a massive side eye to everyone reblogging it.

Not only is it completely, easily verifiably untrue (you cannot enter any professional writing space without tripping over a dozen grizzled scifi writers who got their start by filing off the serial numbers and publishing their Star Trek fanfic even going back decades ago??? it's a whole thing?? plus how can you look at the mlm category on Amazon right now and say with a straight face that people aren't publishing shitty Spirk and Stucky fanfic??? Oh, honey...) it's also the perfect example of this kind of sneering elitism that true artists would never sully themselves by seeking profit, they do it only for the purity of the thing that always somehow leads back to, "no one should be paid to make art, actually."

The only reason you're seeing more published fanfic right now has nothing to do with the idealistic purity of your hypothetical government employee written smut of the past vs the debased scribbles of those awful straights of today and everything to do with the fact that a) self-publishing has created a voracious readership that wants a ton of content so it's become a viable, flexible income stream for many, especially disabled people b) anyone can publish now with self-publishing tools so there are less gatekeepers and c) lockdown got a lot of people into fandom and therefore writing who never tried it before.

And if you really think there's no "shitty" published mlm and no "book-quality" m/f writing out there that started as fanfic, then you are clearly not a reader so why are you even talking about this?

[paperrkites]

Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation

Mission Impossible: Fallout

Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning Part One

the parallels 😭

[katherine-multifandom]

Happy anniversary!!! 💙💚

[theactualsunshinechild]

Aventurine really is the Tragedy to Sampo's classic Comedy and that's why I'm so obsessed with both of them

Please I want my faves to meet and bankrupt a casino together. It would be such a great bonding activity

[dykedvonte]

Curly had two days to act and Swansea had two months.

I think it’s just interesting that every defense of Swansea not immediately acting are the same ones that are argued against for Curly. “He didn’t want to alert Daisuke or makes things worse for Anya either Jimmy!” I mean people also assume that about Curly and the crew. “He has to think about his plan of action and a right moment!” Again so did Curly, power and authority aside, he still would have to think of what he had to do. “He makes sure he doesn’t have to be around Jimmy!” So did Curly and they only do this to an extent, both give Jimmy more than a few opening to keep harassing Anya.

This isn’t defense of Curly nor a damnation of Swansea. Their actions are very parallel to each others in tragic and sour ways when it comes to how they approached helping Anya. In the grand scheme of it all they both did the same thing: Nothing. No action either took stopped the inevitable outcome of her death nor Jimmy’s continued damage to themself.

The only real difference is Swansea didn’t like Jimmy which is pretty substantial, but also just as damning as Curly knowing how bad Jimmy could get to an extent. He had even less of a reason to wait, even more of a reason to act seeing as he was now worried for Anya AND Daisuke. He is not bound by the possible procedure as Captain and actively does not care about what happens next. So what does it matter if he acted in the moment? Why did he wait? I think he’s just as morally complex and grey as Curly and we hold him on a pedestal that still perpetuates things in rape culture the game critiques.

It’s not just enough to dislike and be abrasive to predators/abusers like Jimmy. It’s not enough to just put yourself between them and the other person. It’s not enough to hold tensions when you know someone is vulnerable. He and Curly do the exact same things but on different sides of the coin. I ask how is it better to not turn a blind eye but still not really do anything about what you are seeing? Not until it affects you atleast…

The game makes a big point to not put men doing the bare minimum or who wait to do more on pedestals and I’m actually surprised so many are missing that point.

[viquipo]

First one started off as a legitimate drawing but I gave up so fucking hard anyway hi again camp here and therers

[rexscanonwife]

Some Sea Beast self ship stuff!! I've always wanted to draw a rly pretty underwater kiss scene and I was kinda winging it with lighting in this one but I overall like how it turned out! 🥺💖

Plus some simple ref of my s/i + my s/i doing whale eye cause I thought that would be funny hehe

Taglist♡: @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @changeling-selfship @crushes-georg @miutonium @cherry-bomb-ships @rosieaurora @rejaytionships @sunflawyer @in-true-blue-love @tropicalgothships @cupiidzbow

[nostalgiaonedirection]

🗿🗿🗿

(I love the shipping fandom so I'm not gonna exclude them from the blog because they were a huge part of the 1D fandom!)

[flowerchild28]

Can you write about Louis having a bad cold and the reader takes care of him?

Sure love. Hope you like it :)

Sick days

Louis Tomlinson imagine

Warnings: fluff, louis beeing sick

1.2k

It was just after sunrise, and the chilly autumn morning crept through the crack in the window. Y/N padded into the kitchen, yawning as she started her usual routine: coffee, breakfast, and then waking up Louis, who had been up late recording the night before. Today, though, she was greeted by the sight of Louis sitting slouched over the counter, a tissue balled up in his hand, eyes barely open, his nose red and sniffly.

“Oh no, a sniffle?” she teased, hiding her smirk behind her mug. “Are you sure you’re not coming down with the man cold?”

Louis shot her a weak glare, but it only made her grin. He sounded stuffy and nasally as he tried to respond, “I’m seriously sick, love.”

“Mhm,” she hummed, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter. “Let me guess, sore throat? Bit of a cough? Slight fever?”

“Yeah,” he said, sounding rather wounded. “All of the above, actually.” He sniffled loudly, dabbing at his nose with the tissue.

“Oh no, that sounds awful,” she said dramatically. “But, I mean, it’s just a little cold, right?”

He scowled, his usual humor barely peeking through his obvious misery. “You wouldn’t understand. This is… this is the worst cold.”

“Sure it is, Lou,” she replied with a chuckle, ruffling his messy hair. “You’re gonna be fine. I’ll get you some tea, and we’ll carry on.”

That morning, she busied herself making him some ginger tea, handing him a warm blanket, and plopping him down on the couch. He looked half asleep as he mumbled his thanks and sipped at the tea, nestling down into the blanket.

“You’ll be back to singing and cracking jokes in no time,” she said, giving him a quick peck on the forehead. He mumbled something about it feeling like the end, which she just laughed off, rolling her eyes. “Poor baby,” she said with exaggerated sympathy.

But by evening, Y/N started to suspect it might actually be worse than she thought. Louis, who usually bounced back from everything, was still huddled up on the couch, face pale, with dark circles under his eyes. He’d barely spoken all day, and every so often, he’d let out a sad little cough that tugged at her heart.

“Alright, alright, maybe you’re actually sick,” she admitted, sitting next to him and taking his hand. “Anything I can get you?”

Louis looked up at her with a pitiful expression, his voice scratchy. “Just… stay here?”

She softened, brushing a hand across his forehead. “Of course. And, okay, I’m sorry for doubting you, okay?”

He let out a weak laugh. “Aha, see? Told ya. This is not your average cold.”

She settled in beside him, wrapping his blanket more securely around his shoulders. Over the next few days, his cold only seemed to worsen, and she could tell by the way he tried to smile through his discomfort that he didn’t want to worry her. But even his usual playful energy had waned, and it was hard to see him like that.

One afternoon, as Louis slept soundly under layers of blankets, Y/N busied herself making him a hearty soup. She chopped vegetables and simmered everything on low heat, filling the house with a warm, cozy aroma. She even prepared a care basket—stuffed with extra tissues, honey for his tea, and some lozenges.

As soon as he woke, she was by his side, holding a steaming bowl. “Look what I made you,” she said softly, placing the bowl carefully on his lap. “A nice, warm soup. You’ll be back to yourself soon.”

He smiled at her, the kind of lazy, drowsy grin that made her heart melt. “You’re amazing, y’know that?”

“Well,” she said, grinning, “I have to be to deal with all this.” She gestured to him dramatically, earning a little chuckle.

“Hey, I thought you liked taking care of me,” he teased, though his voice was raspy.

“I do,” she admitted with a smile. “Especially when you’re this helpless.”

The two of them laughed, and he sipped the soup gratefully, nodding as he tasted it. “Alright, you’re forgiven for all the ‘man cold’ jokes,” he said between bites. “This soup is top-tier.”

She snorted. “Oh, now you’re complimenting me. Desperate times, I suppose.”

But despite the teasing, Y/N stayed by his side, checking his temperature, pressing cool cloths to his forehead when his fever spiked, and even humoring him as he rambled on in his slightly delirious state. He’d joke here and there, sometimes breaking into laughter that quickly turned into a cough, which she’d soothe by rubbing his back and handing him his tea.

By the time a few more days had passed, Louis had started to bounce back, the color returning to his cheeks and his voice losing that scratchy edge.

One morning, he finally came into the kitchen on his own, looking slightly more alive, and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “I have to admit,” he murmured, his voice still a bit husky, “I might’ve milked it a bit.”

She turned around to face him, her mouth open in playful shock. “You milked it?”

“Just a little,” he admitted, grinning as he leaned against the counter. “I mean, it’s nice having you fuss over me like that.”

She laughed, giving him a light punch on the arm. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“Ah, don’t act like you didn’t love it,” he said, his usual spark coming back into his eyes. “Admit it, you felt bad for making fun of me.”

“Alright, alright,” she said with a sigh. “Maybe just a little. I’ll admit, I probably underestimated the almighty ‘man cold.’”

“See? I knew it,” he said, chuckling. “Don’t worry, love, you’re forgiven.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled, wrapping her arms around him. “Well, next time you’re the one making soup for me.”

“Oh, absolutely. You can count on it,” he promised, grinning. “I’ll go all out—soup, tissues, even singing you lullabies if that’s what it takes.”

“Oh no, not the singing,” she said, laughing. “You’d be getting me out of bed in no time.”

He laughed, pulling her close. “Alright, maybe I’ll just stick to soup.”

They shared a long look, and she leaned her head against his shoulder, feeling his warmth now that he was back to his usual self. And as she stood there in his embrace, Y/N knew that no matter how dramatic he might get with the next “man cold,” she’d be there, soup and tissues at the ready.

[realbeefman]

made this for fans of the “these two white guys have 0 business behaving like That around each other” genre

[1pcii]

platonic zonami idea: when they go out drinking together or generally places together on islands and stuff they'll walk with arms linked. this has multiple benefits;

-Zoro dosnt get lost but is lead where he needs to be by someone he actually trusts.

(holds these screencaps so close to my heart)

-Nami gets a big 'scary' guard dog that stops rando's from making advances and people from challenging her if a wallet mysteriously disappeares

-same goes for zoro, they beard each other

-they both like physical contact with no underlying motives and are best friends who like hanging out. fight me