>>Ay, Mi Amor!<< (Miguel Rivera x Reader oneshots)

Sickly Sweet.

This was part Lovestories105 's and part my idea! I was thinking about making a sick one, since I was sick at the time, and love requesting it just gave me that go ahead! 😅

Right, Okay, so I thought, it's usually Y/N looks after (insert guy here) when he catches a cold, so I thought why not do something unusual and twist it around! Enjoy!

(Y/M: Your mind
Y/F/S: Your favourite soup
Y/F/G: Your favourite game
Y/F/M: Your favourite movie)

(You choose their age! I'll be doing this from now on!)

[Whatever time you go to sleep at]

You lay down in your bed and turn off your light. You engulf yourself In your soft fluffy bedding and start to drift off, before... your sinuses start to seize up and suffocate.
You sit up, still surrounded by darkness.

(Y/M) "Oh no... what's up with my nose?"

You viscously sneeze, causing you to cough.

And suddenly, your throat starts to sting.

(Y/M) "Oh, god... I must be sick."

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[Morning]

You slowly open your eyes to be interrupted by a sharp, jabbering cough.

Moments later, you see someone enter your room,

(Miguel) "Hola, Y/N! A- oh, you don't look so good-"

You pull the bed cover up to your eyes. Your voice embedded in the infamous speech impediment caused by colds.

(You) "Ah! No! Don't look at me, I probably look awful!"

(Him) "...I-it's just me, Y/N."

(You) "How did you get in here?"

(Him) "Your F/M let me in. What's wrong? A-are you sick?"

You sigh, and expose your exhausted face.

Miguel looks around hesitantly before leaving your room.

(You) "Miguel?! Mig-"

You cough again, causing you to wince.

(Y/M) "He must have left in fear of it being contagious..."

You fumble around for a tissue, once you finally find one you violently blow your nose, relieving the mucus from it.

(Sorry, ik, gross)

Miguel comes back with a flask in his hand. He places it on your desk and leaves the room again.

(Y/M) "What the heck?"

You look at the flask in confusion, before Miguel comes back in with a little bowl on a tray. He puts it onto the desk and empties the flask into it. A delicious aroma spreads across the room. (All that you can smell of it).
Yes, it's definitely Y/F/S.
He turns around with the tray in his hands.

(Him) "M-my Abuelita made this. It's good for colds."

(You) "What? no no no, you can't baby me! You're a boy!"