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I'll be better with you here

(Pepe marti x Fem!reader)

Pepe lay sprawled across the couch, a dramatic sigh escaping his lips as he clutched a blanket around himself. His forehead glistened with sweat, and his cheeks were flushed. “I swear, I’m dying,” he groaned, his voice muffled by the fabric.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. “You just have a fever, Pepe. You’re being dramatic.”

“Just a fever?!” He turned his head to look at you, his expression exaggerated. “I can’t even remember the last time I felt this bad. I need… I need you here.”

“Right here?” you asked, stepping closer.

“Yes, like, right next to me,” he insisted, patting the space beside him. “I need my personal nurse.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile spreading across your face. “Your personal nurse is here. What do you need?”

He patted the space beside him, his voice a soft whine. “Come here. I need you close to fight off this… this illness.”

You chuckled and slid under the blanket next to him. “You’re such a baby.”

He snuggled closer, resting his head on your shoulder. “But I’m your baby,” he said, his tone a mix of playfulness and genuine need.

You reached for a cold cloth and gently placed it on his forehead. He sighed contentedly, leaning into your touch. “See? This is exactly what the doctor ordered.”

“More soup?” you asked, sitting up slightly.

“Yes, please, cariño,” he replied, his eyes lighting up. “And can you bring it back with a hug? I think I need extra love today.”

You giggled, getting up to prepare the soup. When you returned, you found him dramatically sprawled out on the couch, looking as if he were about to faint making you shake your head and smile.

“Your soup, my king,” you said, handing him the bowl.

“Thank you, mi ángel,” he replied, taking a small sip before dramatically swooning back against the couch. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Maybe it’s the fever talking,” you joked, but your heart fluttered at his words.

As you fed him, you could see the mischief return to his eyes. “You know,” he said between spoonfuls, “this isn’t so bad. I could get used to this kind of treatment.”

“Only when you’re sick,” you laughed, but deep down, you loved being the one to care for him.

After he finished, you settled back into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. “Promise you’ll stay here until I’m better?”

“Always,” you whispered, feeling the warmth of his body and the soft rhythm of his breathing. “I’ll take care of you, Pepe.”

As he drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but smile. Even when he was sick, he still found a way to make your heart swell.

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my first time writing an xreader LOL, missing my man Pepe and I know I'm not the only one so Pepe girlies here you go! (this was requested so hopefully you lot will like it!)