The Road Trip. {Thatch x Reader}

So We've Heard.

That was quite possibly the best shower you've ever had. 

A slight woggle in your step here and there but you're feeling happy regardless, most of your chirpiness being down to how Thatch has his arm wrapped around your neck. His phone in his free hand, the brunette reading a text from Marco. 

Since your clothes from last night are dirty and you hadn't necessarily bought any of your luggage up, you're currently wearing a black silky blouse that belongs to Thatch. It's long on you so it looks like a dress, of course you're only keeping this look up until you get to the car.

Once you reach the vehicle outside, you take a pair of leggings from one of your bags and a fresh pair of panties, putting them on underneath the dress shirt in the backseat, shielded from view. Thatch giving pointed glares to any nosy asshole who so much as tries to catch a glimpse.

At least now, you're no longer walking around with the risk of the wind blowing up Thatch's shirt and showing off your unmentionables.

The brothers are in the diner across the road so that'll be your next stop and quite frankly, you can't wait. You hadn't eaten much yesterday since other things perked your interests so you're currently starving.

Apparently this diner is Route 66 styled too, something you've only ever seen in the movies, so you're excited to go there too. Thatch offering you a hand out of the car once you're dressed, like a true gentleman. 

It's in this moment you catch Tigger in the corner of your eye, the poor plushie got ditched out here last night. You had thought about him briefly earlier, thinking that you simply just dropped him somewhere.

At least in the car, he won't get lost. He might just be a simple plush toy to some but to you, he's a pleasant reminder of last night and even the reason this was all possible. If he hadn't caught your attention in the arcade, Thatch wouldn't have helped you win him and things might have turned out entirely differently this morning.

It's so interesting how the butterfly effect works.

Upon entering the diner, your sights set on Marco, Sabo and Luffy. The older blonde has his face resting in one of his palms and a cup of coffee in his other hand. Looks like you and Thatch weren't the only ones who had a long night, that poor fucker was looking after Ace, Sabo and Luffy yesterday...the mere thought sounds utterly exhausting.

Sabo's probably the one that causes the least trouble, but the boy isn't a complete angel. Ace and Luffy are nightmares though, they like to have fun and that's even if their ideas of fun are highly dangerous, they'll still do what they wanna do.

Speaking of Ace the boy finally comes into view, making his way back to the table from the counter while eating a chocolate muffin. He looks a little tired himself. He's still got his devil-may-care vibe about him but his voice sounds slightly strained, his skin looks more pale than usual and his eyes look weakened.

Of course, there was alcohol at the concert. He's most likely hungover.

"Hey, look who finally rolled outta bed~!" Naturally Ace is the first to tease as you and Thatch approach the table, the freckled male cocking his head to the side with a wide grin gracing his lips. His comment catching Marco's attention, the blonde's palm lowering from his face as he glances up at you both. There's only five seats by the looks of it and all the other ones in this place seem like they're being used. 

You're about to ask the lady behind the counter if you can use a bar stool but an even better invitation takes it's place when Thatch tugs on your wrist, pulling you down into his lap and draping his arms around your waist. "Can't have a queen stand, can we~?" He coos quietly into your hair, an adorable half-smile on his face and your arms instinctively wrapping themselves around his neck.