The Road Trip. {Thatch x Reader}

The Concert.

Upon coming out of your shower, you learn that Shanks had invited you all to a gig tonight.

It's on the same track as your road trip route so that's good, the only problem is money. You surely can't afford it and if you can, it'll be by barely. And you wouldn't have much left over for food or anything else. But you don't want to be a downer so you just agree to going even if it results with you being completely broke afterward. 

The seating arrangements all the same in Thatch's SUV, a smile gracing your lips when you find a familiar song, you hadn't heard it in years. 

Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

Ace, Sabo and Luffy all ended up passing out in the back about five minutes after being in the vehicle. You're used to this from Ace and Luffy, sure. But Sabo too? I mean, you know he was up late because he heard Marco jerking off like you did, but he should have been able to sleep after that, right?

Unless of course...he heard slightly more than you. Sabo's bed would have been just the other side of the wall from Marco's, after all. A slight cringe creeping to your face as you imagine just what Sabo must have heard last night.

Poor thing...

Marco's sat with his legs up on his seat, earphones in and sketching a picture of what looks like a phoenix. The blonde is particularly artistic and has an obsession of sort with the mythical creatures. Not that you blame him, they are beautiful.

"I'll be there for you through it all," Thatch softly murmurs along to the words of the song, your gaze shooting up to him, thinking he's speaking to you at first. His eyes still fixated on the road ahead, a cute smile engraved into his lips. "Even if saving you sends me to heaven...~" 

Your heart just about shatters at those words, they hit your feelings at the best of times but from this man? Especially after last night when he heard you screaming in the woods and came to look for you, not even thinking about his own safety? It's far too sweet!

You reach for the car's CD player, skipping this song before you break down into pathetic amounts tears in front of this male. It's time to admit to yourself that you may have a slight heart-wrenching crush on him. After all...the sooner you own up to it, the better. 

Embarrassment washing over you when the next song just so happens to be; I really like you by Carly Rae Jepsen. Sweet fucking Lord. A chuckle escaping Thatch's lips as he taps his fingers against the steering wheel, matching the rhythm to the music.

ALRIGHT, THANK YOU, CARLY!! WAY TO SHOW ME SIGNS THAT I AM WELL AND TRULY WHIPPED!

Seems Thatch enjoys the song at least, he's not singing along to it but he's still tapping his fingers to the beat. How cute, he's got a slightly camp side to him. 

After many hours of driving, Thatch finally pulls up in front of a club. The brunette looking absolutely exhausted, spine arching against the drivers seat as he stretches out, his back clicking loudly. Ouch. 

"Ah, that feels better~" He sighs leisurely, his tired-looking eyes shifting to you, a slight seriousness taking over his features as he brings his hand up to rub the back of his neck. "Listen, I'll prefer it if you stick close to us in here. This place will be full of creepers, if you catch my meaning..."

AW, HE'S BEING ALL CUTE AND PROTECTIVE AGAIN!

"Awww~ You being all possessive of your girlfriend yoi~?" Marco chrips from the backseat, seems the blonde took out his earphones without you even realizing. Hopefully it was after you sang Toxic by Britney Spears at the top of your lungs earlier.

The male reaching over to each of his brothers and giving them all a shake. "Wake up yoi, we're here!" Thatch just ignoring the blonde's comment completely and getting out the car, you following in suit. Instantly spotting Shanks outside with Ben Beckman.

The two smiling as they notice you and the sexy brunette. "Thatch, [F/n]~!" Shanks hollers, giving the pair of you a wave. You're honestly feeling pretty nervous about this concert, you wanted to wear something pretty but you don't own much elegantly gorgeous clothes so you're currently wearing something people considers badass instead.

A black denim jacket with a white vest underneath, a red checkered skirt and black stockings that come up to your thighs with combat boots. You'd usually dress a little less like a rebel but you don't want people thinking you're all sweet and innocent and approaching you without being welcomed.

Hopefully this outfit intimidates the creeps away from you. Ace actually sort of matching too with his checkered red shirt, although known Ace he'd probably get so drunk he'll end up ripping it off. 

"Hey guys~!" Shanks welcomes merrily as you reach him, the man reeking of booze as he gives you each a hug, his brow quirked a little. "Wow~! You look good, [F/n]~! And Thatch, you look like a billionaire as always~! I'll get ya all a drink inside~!"

You don't even get the chance to thank the redhead before he users you along with the rest of the brothers but that's fine, he acknowledged Thatch's existence above everyone else's which is rare of people to do, so you're happy about that at least.

The music is loud in this place and there's people everywhere, it's completely cramped. The atmosphere covered in thick smoke and strobe light effects. If you remember rightly, Shanks said that the band playing tonight are called 'Brook and The Skeletons'. Sounds pretty dark, really.

Upon catching a glimpse of the singer on stage, you begin to understand the name. The guy sure does look like a skeleton, he's pale with dark rings around his eyes but he has a massive afro. "This one is called 'Bink's Sake' so if you're an alcoholic, let me see those haaands~! Yohohoho~!"

Wow, he's crazy!

Many people in the club screaming at the top of their lungs as they wave their hands in the air, Shanks included before the skeleton-looking man begins to sing. Marco taking a firm grasp on both Ace and Luffy's collars, clearly trying not to lose the boys tonight. Sabo sat on a bar stool with a sweet smile on his face and his eyes fixated on his phone screen. Clearly, he's texting Koala.

Then there's Thatch standing protectively close to you but still enjoying the music anyway. His arms folded over his chest and his fingers tapping along to this rhythm now, like he was doing with Carly Rae Jepsen before. A cute smile spreading across his lips as he hums the words, thinking he's being all discreet and what not. 

I hope I get to dance with this man tonight...~