Cobra Kai Oneshots BOOK TWO!!

Miguel x Reader FLUFF

Out of Sam, Hawk, Miguel, and Demitri, you were the youngest by a few months. Still, they treated you like a baby. So when you turned 21, they made a huge deal out of it. Especially Miguel.
"(Y/n)~" Sam sung as she came into your room. She had a cupcake with a candle in her hand. "Happy big 21!"
"Thank you!" You gleamed. You were excited for tonight, as the group was taking you to their favorite club.
     The club they took you to was (in their eyes), nothing special. But you absolutely loved the energy. The glitter-covered, tipsy faces of at least a hundred people were illuminated by blue, pink, and green lights. The sequins adorning the clubbers' outfits reflected everywhere, creating an almost disco ball-like affect.
You had your own little disco ball dress, opting for the sparkliest one in your closet (because why not?) It was this gorgeous, iridescent purple with glitter covering every inch of the soft fabric.
Miguel watched as you ordered a shot of tequila, in awe as you took it without issue.
"I can get legally plastered, Miguel. Doesn't mean I haven't done it before."
"Y/n!" He gasped. "You criminal!"
You put the glass down and took his hand, finding the rest of the group. He grinned as you swayed with him, the rest of the club seeming to disappear. The two of you honestly could've stayed like that forever, you just didn't know if he felt the same.
At some point, your hands had slipped out of Miguel's. You felt him almost hesitate for a quick second, missing the feeling of your hands in his.
     "I'll be right back, okay?" You told him, irrationally concerned about unhanding to dance with the others.
You started to get lost in the music. Confidence- and alcohol- radiating off of you the same way your perfume did. What you didn't notice in your drunken state, however, was Miguel watching you.
The rest of the group (minus Sam, since she drove) was reasonably drunk, but they weren't too drunk not to notice Miguel.
"Yo, Earth to Migueeel~" Hawk said, singing the last part.
Miguel whipped his head to the rest of the group, as if trying to cover up something.
"See anything interesting over there?" Demitri teased.
That caught your attention.
"What are you guys talkin' about?" You stumbled a bit, catching yourself and giggling. Your words were clear, only a little slurred. But you had the grace of a cow at this point.
"N-Nothing, don't worry about it!" Miguel started. "Shut the fuck up, Demitri." He looked at him, saying his name through gritted teeth.
"Oookay, you guys are cut off for tonight." Sam chimed in, trying to create some space between them. The boys complained, but Sam was right.
A song you loved came on, and you completely forgot about everything that just happened. You grabbed Miguel and Sam, loudly singing to the words with them. Sam saw your excitement, and she also knew you liked Miguel, so she slipped away to talk to Hawk and Demitri. You were either too drunk to care or notice.
The look in Miguel's eyes as he watched you was different from other nights. Sure he'd seen you drunk before, but this wasn't a look of 'I'm totally gonna make fun of you for this,' it was like he couldn't get enough.
"What's with the face?" You asked in between songs. Even in the colorful lights, you could see him get flustered.
"What?" He asked.
"C'mon Miggy, I see more than you think."
"Just thinkin' about all the shit I'm gonna laugh at you for when you're hungover tomorrow." He played it off with a laugh.
"You're gonna be hungover too, asshat."
"Nah, I got my hangover cure." He smiled. The cure in question was this nasty smoothie with cayenne pepper. It never did anything besides give you a stomachache.
"That shit doesn't work," You giggled. "Y'know... You're cute when you're all caught up in the dancing."
     "Wait, what?"
     Ohhh shit. You thought. You hadn't even realized you'd said that out loud until he replied.
     "I uh. I didn't say anything." You stammered, hoping he'd drop it.
     "Nah, I think I heard you right." His mischievous little grin grew across his face. "You most definitely just called me cute."
     "I-I'm sorry, I didn't even mean to say it out loud."
     "Oh? So there's more you won't say?" He never would have responded like this had it not been for the drinks, especially since he was so head over heels for you, the very thought of you liking him back made him nervous.
     "Hold on." You said, balancing yourself so you wouldn't fall on him. You stood on your toes and gave him a quick kiss.
     And suddenly, the confidence those shots had given him melted away.
     Before he could respond, however, something caught your eye.
     You watched Sam, Demitri, and Hawk trying to wave you guys down to go home. "Oh, they're callin' us."
To your dismay, Sam dragged you all out of the club to go home. She didn't want you guys getting sick from too much alcohol.
Hawk, you, and Miguel sat in the back while Demitri sat up front with Sam.
You suddenly felt like you were being watched. And you were. The boys forced you in the middle seat, so you turned your head to the left and saw Miguel.
     "What?" You slurred, tiredness settling in.
     He stayed silent.
     You and him stayed as you were, locking eyes. It's as if both of you were trying to figure something out about the other. Like a silent competition.
     "Sam, Y/n and Miguel are eye-fucking again." Hawk said, a smirk plastered on his face.
     Suddenly, the boy beside you became just as flustered as you were. You both broke the eye contact. No one seemed to have noticed the kiss.
     "Hawk, shut up?" Sam said from the driver's seat.
     The rest of the ride was nearly silent, save for Hawk and Demitri making their own little jokes. You almost asked why everyone was acting so weird, but your own drunken thoughts had gotten the best of you.
     Sam parked before letting you four out of the car. She helped you all up to the apartment. Hawk thanked her as best as he could, then shut the door before going to bed. Miguel was in the bathroom as you texted him.
Me: come here whem ur dkne
Miguel: whem im dkne? damn, how much did you drink?
Me: >:(
You heard the door open soon after, and a few heavy footsteps on the carpeted floor. Miguel was on the other side of the door, softly knocking.
"Come in." You were sitting on your bed, fighting back youe heavy eyelids.
"Everything okay, lightweight?" Miguel asked.
" 'M not a lightweight..." You grumbled. "I have a question.
"Shoot."
"Why does everyone get weird whenever you and I joke around?"
He hesitated. "I dunno, they're just weird?"
"No... No that's not it." You stood up, taking a second to balance yourself. "I think it's somethin else."
His cheeks turned red. "What would that be?"
"You don't know?"
He shook his head.
"Haven't I made it obvious?" You were in front of him now- cocky, tired, and definitely not sobered up. "I really, really like you." You smiled to yourself as if you'd just sung a ballad.
"Y/n..." He giggled, flashing that smile you'd fallen in love with. "You're drunk."
"S'okay if you don't feel the same way," You flopped your hands as if to say 'I'm finished'. "I'm not for everyone."
"Hey, hey- I never said that." He smoothed your hair down, tucking loose strands behind your ear. "I just don't want you admitting to anything you wouldn't admit to sober."
     "Are you mad I kissed you? I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking and it wasn't polite-"
     "Absolutely not, Y/n. That was-  Well, it definitely wasn't unwanted."
"Oh..." You thought about it. Then, your eyes grew wide. "Oh. So then... What's the verdict?"
"I think it's pretty obvious."
A satisfied smile grew across your face, causing him to stifle a giggle. "I knew it."
"Alright, you seriously need sleep. I'll see you tomorrow morning?" He asked.
"Nonono- you can't leave." You grabbed his hand and pulled him toward you. "Stay with me tonight, please?"
"Okay, if you're comfortable with that?"
You nodded excitedly as you crawled into hed. He followed, tucking you both under a huge blanket.
     He turned to face you, drawing you in closer as you nestled your head near his shoulder. He put one arm around your waist as you both fell asleep.