「Anime x Reader One Shots」

Caretaker (Eren Yeager x Sick!Reader) {AU Drabble}

"You really don't have to do all this for me," you told Eren weakly as he placed a new damp towel on your forehead.

"I'm worried about you, I don't like seeing you like this...," he trailed off, a pained expression on his face.

You reached your hand out and grabbed his gently in a comforting way. You wanted to tell him how much you really did appreciate him, but suddenly the sound of the microwave chiming caused Eren to pull his hand away from yours, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"The soup's ready," he said quickly before jumping up and making his way into the kitchen. You released a deep sigh,still upset about how much of a fuss he was making over you.

"I can get my own soup, you know," you called over to him, your voice cracking from the soreness of it.

"Oh, come on, (Y/N). What's so wrong about me wanting to take care of you?" he asked as he brought the steaming bowl of soup over to you.

You sighed again, but this time in defeat as you realized how grateful you really were to have such a caring boyfriend like him around. Despite your efforts to have him stop, you really loved how he cared and worried so much about you. Thinking about it, you felt bad when you realized that you had only given him grief ever since he started becoming your personal caretaker.

"Thank you, Eren," you said, once again grabbing his warm hand once he placed the bowl of soup down.

"There's no need to thank me, I always want taking care of you to be my job." He leaned down to kiss you, but you quickly stopped him before he could get too close.

"No, you'll-"

"I love you, (Y/N). You being sick isn't going to stop me from showing that," he cut you off before leaning down again and pressing his lips against yours for a quick show of affection.

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A week later, you were back to being as healthy as usual while Eren was now laying down on the couch, feeling just as miserable as you did before. He argued weakly like you as you now took his role as caretaker.

"Now do you regret kissing me?" you asked him jokingly, secretly feeling awful that you were the one responsible for him getting sick.

He laughed as best as he possibly could from the state he was in and smiled at you. "Something like sickness could never trump my love for you."