The Road Trip. {Thatch x Reader}

It's All Okay.

Surely, the entire travelodge could have heard your sobs when you came back to Thatch's room, the brunette sits on the bed with his back against the headboard and allowing you to bury your face in his chest as you cry.

"It's alright, he probably just thought you were lost and needed help, right?" Thatch murmurs kindly, trying to reassure you as he brushes his fingers through your hair delicately. You have to admit, that is far more likely than the guy being a psychopath. 

"What were you doing out there?" You ask once your senses settle in. You know why you were there, you wanted to explore but Thatch went back to bed, didn't he? So what made him go into the woods? 

"I could hear you screaming from here, checked your room and you were nowhere to be seen, so I followed your screams. Although, I honestly didn't expect you to run straight into me." Thatch chuckles softly, his chest vibrating against your cheek with each laugh. 

He heard me screaming and he just came straight for me? He wasn't at all concerned about his own safety?

"Please don't go into the woods alone at night next time, okay?" The brunette adds, his head tilting to the side slightly so that his brown eyes can lock with yours, a cute smile spreading across his lips. "Just to be safe."

You nod in response to his words, both obeying and agreeing with him. That was quite possibly the most terrifying thing that's ever happened to you on a road trip and you don't plan to go through that situation again. Ever.

Shit, it's gone awkwardly quiet...

"I thought Marco's porn was you and the pool girl."

WHY DID I SAY THAT?!

Way to unawkward a conversation? Mention something even more awkward! Well done, brain! Thatch only snorting at your comment, his hand finally resting in your locks. "That's funny. Since you're the only girl here, I kinda thought the same about you."

EH?!

"I didn't have anyone hitting on me at the pool, unlike you!" You giggle cheerfully while giving Thatch a playful poke on the tip of his nose and seemingly forgetting all about the deerstalker hat man now.

"Ah, maybe not vocally but there was loads of guys staring. Some even had girlfriends." Thatch feigns a smile, you can hear the exhaustion beginning to set into his voice. The brunette has been through a lot today; driving and then swimming, searching for your skittish butt in the woods. Not to mention his slumber was disturbed earlier by a raging Sabo. "I bet the only reason they didn't come over was because you were with us~"

Probably just as well for them. If they tried to hit on you, they'd be...disappointed with the result. "You're observant, I didn't even notice..." Your voice beginning to soften from tiredness also as your eyes slowly slide shut. 

Although you have no intention of falling asleep just yet, you're enjoying this closeness with him far too much. But you need to rest your eyes and right now, you're feeling safe enough to do so. Thatch is built, no one would fuck with him. Not even a psychopath, surely.

"I get protect--Wait. You're turning this subject around on me." Thatch mumbles, shuffling down the bed a little so that he can lie down. "I wanna know what made you think I was the one getting laid when there's four other guys here." His movements having your head rest more against his shoulder than his chest now, the faint smell of his body wash or cologne invading your nostrils. It's hard to tell which of the two it is since it's so vague but whatever it is smells fucking gorgeous.

Wait, shit! What do I say to that?!

"Luff's too innocent to get lucky and Ace is sharing the room with him so I doubt he'd be banging a girl in there. Sabo's dating Koala and isn't the type to cheat. And Marco..." And this is where lying becomes difficult. You consider telling him the truth but you're not even sure what the truth is yourself, why your mind immediately rushed to Thatch having sex with that bitch from the pool? You couldn't even say why, you just thought it.

"You would expect there to be some more 'yoi' involved if it was Marco, huh~?" Thatch jests when your pause turns into a thoughtful silence, the sudden remark causing you to snicker as you nod your head.

"Yeah, that exactly, Thatch." You hear an unconvinced hum leave the man's lips but not much else, taking a discreet and brief glance up at him, you see that the brunette is staring straight up at the ceiling, seems like he's thinking about something.

Thatch's hand beginning to brush through your hair soothingly once again, as if he's stroking a kitten or a puppy, the warmth from his palm actually managing to comfort you though and his other hand resting on your hip gently. Your eyes shifting to the alarm clock before sliding shut as you cuddle up to him. Sure, you might look a little needy right now but hell, he isn't complaining. 

2:38am, that gives us about 5-6 hours sleep before the others wake up...joy.   

"She isn't the girl I like..."

"Hm?" You hadn't caught any of that, you thought that he was in a world of his own so you had started to drift off to sleep. His hand slipping from your hair and dropping onto the mattress tiredly, his eyelids slowly sliding shut as he plants a kiss on the top of your head gently.

"Nothing. Sleep tight, [F/n]."

"Hm...okay? Sleep tight, Thatch..~"

Wait?! He kissed me!