One Piece Oneshots

Mihawk X Reader

"I'm boreeeed..." Perona yawned and leaned her head on her arms. Silently looking around in the dirty fast food restaurant you had to agree with her that it probably wasn't the greatest moment of your life.

"Don't whine," you said, making your braincells die in attempt to think of something fun. Then someone placed an iced tea on your head. "What th-" you looked next to you, where Mihawk was lazily smiling.

"You had smoke coming out of your ears," he noted and poked your cheek when you tried to pull up a sulky face.

"Idiot," you mumbled and then snapped your fingers loudly, "I know, how about laser-tagging?!"

"Since it's cooler than sitting here, let's go," Perona was already up and running off, you following her, because of the mutual rule in your small gang: last leaver has to pay the bill. Do I have to say that you were usually the first one running off? Probably not.

You linked you elbows with Perona and tapped your foot impatiently on the ground, waiting for Mihawk to come out. He was in an unusually lazy mood this week, and that meant he moved pretty much as fast as a bloody sloth. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his arm, dragging him behind you.

"What's the hurry? It's only noon,"  he yawned sleepily when you had finally dragged him to the right building.

"Have you ever been laser-tagging before?" You gave him a horrified look, "if we go there much after noon, we'll be trampled over by high school kids," may I note that the bunch of you were already in college? Nevermind, I said that anyways.

"That should look fun," you started tugging on his cheeks angrily at that note. "Owowowowoww,"

"Can you please not act like you're gonna fall asleep any moment, thank you," you let go and he rubbed angrily the hurt places while you grabbed your laser gun, and also gave him one. Perona wnet in first, and right after she had disappeared into the smoky amd dark room, you slipped in and hid behind one of the props, ready to shoot those poor unfortunate souls when they stepped in.

"Y'know Y/N, you're actually much eviller than you look," you inhaled sharply in surprise at the voice from behind you.

"How did you get here?" You hissed to Mihawk. You hadn't seen him even walking in, much less hiding behind you.

"The door. See, the rectangular hole in the-"

"Nevermind, forget I even asked," you turned your back at him, starting to stalk the doorway again.

"Can you please stop breathing on my neck?" You said irritatedly few minutes later and swung over, ready to kick him in the guts. Instead of doing that you found for your grat surprise his face really really close.

You leaned back and almost fell over, so you had to hold yourself up by leaning on your hands, still staring flusteredly up at him. He trailed his fingers down your cheek and played with the strand of your hair which was messily laying on your neck.

"W-what are you doing, stupid?" You never got a real answer, just a toothy grin before his lips were pressed on yours and you squeaked. Closing your eyes you actually started to like it, but then you heard a small 'pew' from your gun. You had accidentally shot him.

Trying to pretend that was what you had meant to do since the start you made a smug face and smirked. Giving you a lazy pout he got up from the floor and headed for the  exit while you exhaled relievedly. Being around him was just too much for your heart.

You got ready to shoot others and had a lovely half-hour before you got shot too and had to go away. Taking off your gear and giving back the laser gun you looked around, expecting to see the others.

Instead you found out that Perona was close to becoming the Queen of the laser tag by taking out so many opponents, and she was having so much fun by doing so. Mihawk on the other hand was sleeping on one of those cheap, bright neon orange plastic chairs in a corner.

What a stupid, you shook your head and asked the guy behind the counter to keep an eye on him while you went to get some coffe (I don't really know, maybe you're the one to drink soda, maybe you like tea).

"Suuure," the guy smiled widely and his food-stained braces glistened under the lights, "only if you give me your number,"

"Fine," you groaned inwardly and scribbled the number on a stick-it note, placing it to your pocket, "but you'll only get it when I come back and his okay,"

"Tch, fine," the guy went back to playing his video game and you hurried out. The line in a close coffee shop was as long as Noah's ship so you went by the supermarket, getting some iced drinks and food from there. Almost half an hour later you ran back in and noticed Perona grinning widely, pretty much jumping around on her chair.

"I did it!" She screamed, "134 opponents down, that's my new record,"

"That's awesome!" You cheered with her and that woke your other friend.

"Food," he mumbled slowly and you gave him the grocery bag, turning around and heading for the counter.

"Didn't think you'd come back," the guy there barely raised his eyes from the game.

"Well, he is fine after all, and I'm the woman of my word," you sticked the note to his desk, walking away while barely containing your laughter. "Fastfastastfast," you whispered to others and speedwalked out before breaking down to laughter.

"Which one it was that time?" Mihawk was biting one of the ice lollies (exactly, biting. He doesn't get a brainfreeze 'cause he's an alpha).

"866-740-4531" you were still giggling, "that's the one that only responds as 'I am Groot'," Perona rolled her eyes at the stupid joke you played on every guy who asked your number.

"Jeesh, you will never find a boyfriend if you never even give anyone a chance,"

"I don't want a boyfriend," you protested, "and by the way, is it rainy season yet?"

"No it should start next week," Perona checked her calendar confusedly, "why are you- oh," you pointed at Mihawk who was leaning on a lamppost and dozing off. That stupid-head got like that every rainy season, like a dumb cat.

"I'll take him home, let's call today off," you grabbed his arm so he was stomping after you, still half asleep. When you had finally stumbled with him to his place, you searched your pockets and got the right key out. Now, before you get any wrong ideas, you two had been best friends since childhood, so it was only normal you had keys to his apartment.

You dragged him in and tucked him into the bed, all the time giggling to yourself like crazy.