tags: gn!reader, fluff, mutual pining, spoon feeding or somethinf
"Jinbe, come quick before Chopper eats everything!" you exclaim, dragging the large fishman behind you into the dining room. Sanji had made alot of different parfaits for no particular occasion. You excitedly grab 5 different ones and return to Jinbe who was still standing by the door. "Parfaits!"
The two of you sat down together but you noticed Jinbe hadn't taken any for himself. "How come you didn't take any? We're you hoping I'd share mine? huh?" you added the last part jokingly. Jinbe chuckled heartily. "Nothing of the sort, I just don't particularly like them."
You looked at him a little puzzled, he didn't seem to have any problems with other sweet foods. "Why so?" you asked curiously.
"Well... they're kind of hard to eat."
"So it's not because of the taste?"
Jinbe shook his head in response. "I don't actually remember what they taste like, I haven't eaten one in ages since I've been avoiding them."
"That does make sense I suppose. But it is a shame." you look away a little dejected. But then you had an idea. What if you just fed him!
"I don't think it's that bad." Jinbe responded with a soft smile. He was so optimistic even though he didn't enjoy parfaits!
"If you think so... which one do you think I should start with though? Which parfait looks the tastiest?" Jinbe looks at the different parfaits for a moment before pointing at one. "This one, I'd say." He smiled softly. His gentle smile was enough to make the entire arctic hemisphere melt!
You take a spoonful of the parfait Jinbe pointed at. It was very tasty and overall rather smooth. You take another spoonful and offer it to Jinbe.
He looked a little taken aback. "You said they're hard to eat, so let me help you?" you gave him a great big smile.
Reluctantly, he agreed and leaned toward the spoon, a gentle purple blush creeping up on his cheeks. He was so cute when flustered. You proceeded to feed him the spoonful, then waited for his reaction.
"It's quite good" he spoke. You smile at him "do you want some more?" you offer him another spoonful. Still flustered, Jinbe proceeds to eat it. This process continues until the two of you emptied the glass! Only 4 more to go!
"You've got some cream on your face." you instinctively reach for his face to wipe it off, only after which you realized how weird that might've been. "Oh, sorry!"
"It's alright!" he gives you his toothy smile "You have some on yours aswell." he leaned forward and with his large hand swiftly wiped it off. You could feel your cheeks getting hot. He was so considerate, making you feel less awkward! But with his looks? You couldn't help but blush at his gentle touch. You enjoyed the rest of your parfaits together, feeding each other alternately.
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Hi, could you write something about a Villain taking care of a Hero with pneumonia?
Hi Anon! Sure I can! Thanks for your patience while I got around to this, and for requesting it! Here you go!
“Come on, you need to take your medicine,” Villain coaxed.
Hero’s breaths came in short little gasps, a sheen of sweat coated their forehead, and their eyes were glassy and unfocused.
“You probably can’t even tell I’m here,” Villain sighed.
Without warning, Villain sat Hero up against the pillows, eliciting a heart-breaking whine from the incapacitated crime-fighter. Villain poured some medicine onto a spoon and pushed it past Hero’s lips.
“Mmmf?” Hero mumbled with a grimace.
“Swallow for me,” Villain said, “you can do it.”
Hero held the medicine in their mouth for a few moments, then eventually acquiesced and swallowed the bitter liquid. Villain let out a sigh of relief.
“I’m gonna take your temperature now,” Villain said, “hopefully the fever’s gone down some.”
Villain pulled out a thermometer and gently shoved it in Hero’s mouth. After a few moments, a loud beeping broke the silence. Villain pulled the thermometer out and their face fell as they read the number.
“Not much better,” they muttered, “I might need to take you to a hospital.”
Just the one word was enough to bring Hero back to some semblance of lucidity.
“N-no!” they said weakly, “no hospital!”
“Hero, I know you have a thing about hospitals,” Villain reasoned, “but this is serious. If your fever gets much higher, you’re not coming back from this.”
“You s-said you’d take care of me,” Hero pleaded, “please, Villain, no hospital.”
Villain looked at Hero’s pitiful expression. They groaned loudly.
“Alright,” Villain conceded, “but I swear, if your temperature goes up by so much as a decimal of a degree, I’m taking you to the hospital. No arguments. Deal?”
Hero sniffled and nodded. They suddenly lurched forward as they let out a string of wet coughs. Villain rubbed their back soothingly. Hero fell back against the pillows, blinking slowly as though their eyelids were made of lead. Villain adjusted Hero’s covers and left the room so they could rest.
…
Villain entered Hero’s room with a tray in hand. On the tray was a bowl of soup and a tall glass of water with a straw. The sound of whimpering made Villain practically run to Hero’s bedside. They set the tray down and caught sight of Hero tossing and turning in their sleep.
“N-no,” they mumbled.
Their fever-addled mind had conjured up some sort of nightmare, Villain guessed. Villain shook Hero a few times to wake them.
“Stop it!” Hero cried in their sleep.
“Hero, it’s me,” Villain said, “you’re alright. It’s just a dream.”
Hero’s eyes flew open, and they screamed, bolting upright in bed. Their wide eyes darted around the room until they fell on Villain. They hugged Villain as tight as their weakened state would allow.
“Shhh, you’re alright, you’re alright,” Villain soothed, carding a hand through Hero’s sweat-dampened hair.
“I-I- it was so real,” Hero muttered.
“I know,” Villain said softly, “it’s over now, okay? It’s all over.”
Villain adjusted the pillows and sat Hero up against them. They set the tray of food in Hero’s lap.
“I need you to eat,” Villain said, “you need fluids.”
Hero nodded. They tried to lift the spoon, but their hand was shaking, and their grip was so weak that it fell back down on the tray with a clatter.
“It’s okay,” Villain said quickly, seeing the tears form in Hero’s eyes, “let me.”
Villain quietly fed Hero small spoonfuls of the soup. Once or twice Hero reached for the water, so Villain held it steady for them to drink. Once the bowl was empty, Villain set the tray back on the nightstand.
“Thank you, Villain,” Hero said quietly.
The corner of Villain’s mouth curled up into a small smile.
“Of course, Hero,” they said.
It would be another week before Hero fully recovered, and Villain was there every step of the way.
I might have a good story request if your up for requests at the moment?
(Lab whump / fluff?)
Maybe you can write about a kind doctor spoonfeeding a weak but embarrassed patient?
Ngl spoonfeeding might be one of my favorite tropes. It's just so intimate. Is that weird? 😅
Ahh this is such a cute prompt, I love spoonfeeding/handfeeding as a trope as well! When a whumpee is too weak even to feed themself... Oh, it’s just very good. I hope you like what I came up with, and thank you so much for the ask!
@onlywhump
CW//Spoonfeeding, past injuries, broken bones, general past whump, medical setting
Whumpee was awoken by a gentle shake on the shoulder and, for a moment, they were exactly where they started.
For the smallest fraction of a second, their eyes opened, and their panic-addled mind processed the world around with a sense of terror. Bare lightbulbs, dangling from a concrete ceiling. Chains, hanging from every which side.
And then, they blinked.
They blinked and the world around them changed.
From lightbulbs to LEDs, from concrete to white tile, from chains to IV lines.
From the cold, hard floor to a bed.
From Whumper to Doctor.
“Hey, Whumpee. You’re gonna have to get up for a minute, okay?” A soft voice coaxed from above as Doctor’s gentle expression came into focus.
Blinking a few more times, Whumpee raised a hand to their face, rubbing bleary eyes.
They’d almost forgotten where they were. Forgotten that they weren’t in that terrible place anymore. Every time that they awoke, those identical, terrified thoughts made their heart race.
“Still tired? I can’t blame you. Your condition... No. You’re getting better. You’re getting better by the hour.
I’m going to put your bed up, okay? Don’t panic. No panic.”
With the press of a button and a soft rumbling sound, the comfortable plush beneath Whumpee’s upper back began to push them up, up, until they had been maneuvered all the way to a sitting position.
Even the minuscule movement left them breathless, gasping.
“Hey, hey, shh. It’s okay, it’s okay. Just relax.”
Those seemed to be some of Doctor’s very favorite words. Just relax. Then again, Whumper had preferred them, too. Yet, when Whumper used them, there was a far, far different meaning. A mocking connotation.
Even with Whumpee’s best efforts, however, their meek body was already a quivering mess after barely a handful of moments of consciousness.
“How are you feeling?” Doctor questioned once the bed had reached its final position.
How they were feeling was a fact that even Whumpee found difficult to master. After all, it wasn’t exactly easy to describe the radiating, throbbing pain, resounding from a thousand pinprick sources on their body. Even they had lost count of the wounds, and bloodloss and shock alike had sent even their uninjured organs into a tizzy.
Wordlessly, as though in answer, they looked up at Doctor with wide eyes. They knew better to speak without a command. Even a nod or a shake of their head was a punishable offense.
They weren’t with Whumper anymore, and yet... And yet, if they had to go back, they did not want to merit any retroactive punishments.
“Oh.” Doctor pursed their lips into a thin line before letting out a sigh. “I keep forgotten about that, don’t I? Whumpee, you may speak freely.”
Even so, they had difficulty producing a voice.
“I’m... I’m feeling fine.”
“I know you aren’t Whumpee. Are you... Are you feeling better than the last time I woke you up?”
“A little.”
“Then that’s all that matters.” Their disappointed frown turned to a soft smile. “Are you in pain at all? I can get you some more medicine-”
“No!”
Whumpee was even surprised by their own volume.
“No, I don’t want any pills, I don’t want-”
“Shh, shh.” Doctor had their hands up in a defensive position in front of themself. “No more pills, alright. No more.”
“N- No more.” Whumpee’s wavering voice repeated.
“Yeah. I have something else, though. Something that’s going to make you feel better.”
From a side table, Doctor produced a small cup of applesauce, as well as a spoon. The utensil seemed to have been designed for the easiest possible use, having a wide handle with a textured grip.
It was an overly generous amount of food. Whumpee couldn’t imagine eating all of that at once. And, even so...
Even so, they glanced down at their arms, laid out on the bed. One, their right, was most certainly out of commission, wrapped up in a plaster cast. Though the other appeared uninjured, except for the boot prints, the pins and needles flowing constantly through it had yet to go away.
“I’m sorry, I- I don’t think I can eat that.”
“Why not, swee- Whumpee? Are you not hungry?”
“No, no. Just...” A bright, pink flush came across their face. “I’m not sure I can- I’m not sure I can feed myself. I’m sorry.”
Doctor gave a gentle nod of understanding.
“You still want to eat?”
“Mhm! I- Yes, please, please please please.”
“If you’re hungry, then you’ll eat. That’s how things work around here.” Doctor reassured. “If you don’t think you can manage the spoon, I can always get you something else? We have protein shakes. Oh, but you really should be eating something more substantial than that...
Oh! Here. What was I thinking?”
Whumpee watched with a baffled expression as Doctor peeled off the top of the applesauce cup, digging the utensil in and taking out a heaping spoonful. In full view, now, the sight of the food threatened to make them drool.
“Open wide, now.”
Their patient paled, the flush on their cheeks deepening. “What- What are you-”
“Feeding you, silly. Hey, I know it’s a little embarrassing, and probably a little ridiculous, but it’s really nothing to be ashamed of. We’ll work on your motor skills later. Right now what matters is you getting food in your stomach.”
With a playful smirk, Doctor added: “So, are you going to make me make airplane noises, or are you going to open up?”
For one of the first times, Whumpee gave a little amused smile of their own. As embarrassing as this was, at that point, they would’ve done something far worse if it meant getting some food into them.
So, they opened up, and let the airplane into the hangar.
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TAT- The caregiver spoonfeeding the sick and feverish whumpee turkey soup so that they still get their fix of Christmas dinner ( or at least somewhat XD)
I don't really get why people are so obsessed with 'fixing' everything ? Yes, I do agree that some things could've been done better in the original too, but 'fixing' everything a teenager say or do - as in they need to realize their mistakes and apologize ASAP? No, they don't and it's not realistic that everyone would either?
These people are teenagers and I don't think we should expect everyone to suddenly act mature and understanding and apologize for their actions/mistakes within a few days/weeks? Of course I know this is a tv show and calling out some people for shitty behavior for educational purpose is okey, but not everything or everybody? At least I don't really need that, not if we're supposed to see this as realistic behavior and storytelling🤔🤷♀️
