One Piece Oneshots

Coby X Reader

GreenR:sometimes I truly loathe wattpad. I had that lovely, bit smutty Lucci onashot all lined up and ready to publish, but wattpad just went and deleted it.

Law: rewrite it then

GreenR: no, it wouldn't be as good.
  
Law: *shrugs, not raising his eyes from the book his reading* don't rewrite it then

GreenR: wha- just because you told me bot to, I'm going to rewrite it now! *marches away*

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You took a blow from your cigarette and let the smoke linger in your lungs for a moment before blowing it out. Small cloud flew out through the open window and you turned your head a bit so you could see the couch from  the place you were sitting.

His skinny limbs were spreaded out over the couch and his hand had fallen of it. Blanket you had thrown on him last night was also almost laying on the floor, on of his hands clutching it's hem as it was dragged over his head. He was also snoring like a chainsaw.

You put the cigarette out against the ashtray and left it there. While you went to tge kitchen you gave the couch a kick and his snores stopped instantly.

"Imbdnktsleepshing," he mumbled and poked his head out of the blanket, jaw-lenght pink hair standing up in tufts. Round glasses he usually wore on his head had fallen onto his nose and made him squint.

"Lucinda called," you noted while making coffee and snorted at his pained groan. "She said she's ready to forgive you,"

"For what?" Coby had sat up on the couch and was now trying to make sense of the world. He wasn't succeeding, to be honest. World is already hard to understand on your best days. Definitely not easy when you're sleepy and a little hungover.

"I don't know, do I look like a relationship councelor?" You threw an ice cream sandwich at his head so he would have some breakfast, since you do not cook. "You probably did something to piss her off."

"Dammit," he sweaeed while munching emotionlessly on his ice cream. "What did you tell her?"

"That I had no idea where yoi were but if I was her I would try to call your friends," you had finished with your coffee so you plopped down on the couch and turned on TV to watch news like responsible adult would do on the mornings. Nah, just kidding, you were watching the Simpsons.

"Can I just not go back to her?" Coby suggested with a grim face.

"She's your girlfriend, not mine," you argued. "But since I'm so awesome and generous you can hide out here for few days."

"Plus you're the only person I know who lives in a neighbourhood Lucinda wouldn't come even if you paid her to," you glanced at the window you had left open and the view behind.

Okay, maybe it wasn't the nicest place to live at, and maybe the neighbours were often drunk and rowdy and fighting outside, but it was still home. And maybe the furniture in your flat was mainly found from somewhere or so, but it was still usable. Plus, that flat was times cheaper than those fancy upper town ones with their nice things and...clean yards and....quiet neighbours....dammit.

"It isn't that bad," you defended flatly, not really believing what you were saying. "And I even got rid of the moss in bathroom, so it looks much better than before,"

"Still, a good place to hide at," he marked and stole your coffee before you managed to blink. "And that's exactly what I need."

"If you don't get along with her, why don't you break up with her?" You questioned before hitting him in the ribs with elbow and grabbing your coffee back. It was your precious.