hi jilly!! i’m back for more frenchie akshsjs for july blurbs!! [ FEED ] sender offers receiver a spoonful of what they’re cooking so receiver can taste it. this prompt literally is frenchie hehehe you always tease him that he can’t cook without a spotter because he’s always making you taste things, but really he just loves making food for you and with you and he wants to make sure it tastes good for you!!! 🥺
Hehehehe I turned this into sick!reader after that Frenchie thing you sent me
“Open wide.” Frenchie holds out the spoon and you crinkle your nose.
“‘M not a child.” But despite your words you open up and let Frenchie feed you a tester of the soup he’s making.
You smack your lips together dramatically as you try and figure it before sniffling, “Can’t tell…..my taste is all fucked thanks to my-“
You start coughing and Frenchie immediately rubs your back, “Shhh, getting too worked up.”
He adds some more things into the pot and some seasonings before stirring it.
“Leave it to you to make chicken noodle soup complicated.” You wheeze, voice starting to crack after using it too much.
“It’s not complicated, just delicious and good for you and it’ll clear your sinuses.” He hums as serves you a bowl, “Don’t eat it too fast, it’s very hot.”
“I’m still not a -“ you try and argue with him but he shushes you and puts a glass of water in front of you.
You pout but you drink some water and stir the soup, you wished you could smell it. Wished you could taste it better. Frenchie’s food is the best, warm and comforting and so fucking delicious. When you don’t want food you still want Frenchie’s cooking. You haven’t wanted to eat anything in the past day, afraid of puking, and Frenchie couldn’t get to you until today. He’s been fretting over you the whole time he cooked, trying to get you eat anything while he worked but you wouldn’t.
“‘M so glad you’re eating, mon etoile.” Frenchie sighs as you eat a little faster, “I worry about you.”
You try to laugh but you just cough and Frenchie rubs your back again and shakes his head, “Stop that.”
“Would you prefer I don’t talk?”
“I would prefer you eat and rest your voice and let me take care of you.”
You roll your eyes but you can feel yourself heating up and it isn’t just the soup in your belly. Frenchie has a way of making you feel like you’re a teenager, like this is the first time you’ve been loved.
“Ya ya ya.” You stir your soup before eating more, “I’ll let you take care of me when I’m done eating.”
