The Road Trip. {Thatch x Reader}

Talk With Marco.

"You're just messing with me now," Your face beginning to grow hot as you wave your hand dismissively at Marco's words, an unconvinced snicker leaving your lips. "Thatch is a sweetheart and you expect me to believe he has never let anyone borrow his shirts before?"

"I'm being serious yoi, I've had to sneakily borrow his clothes! And I'm his favorite brother!" Despite the slight chuckle in his voice, Marco sounds very much genuine. The blonde harboring a small smile as he glances up at your face. "I can tell you make him happy yoi, I appreciate that."

Please don't melt my heart, blondie! I am a fragile lady behind this sass!

"Aw, I try~"

"I'm sure you do," A quiet sigh leaving Marco's lips as he leisurely rubs the back of his neck, the light in his eyes dampening as his face falls serious. "My brother has been through a lot of shit yoi and many people have hurt him over the years." 

Your head nodding to each and every word he says. This doesn't surprise you in the slightest, Marco is his favorite as said, you've got no doubt that the blonde has seen him through many a cruel deed and probably even knows how lowly Thatch thinks of himself.

"I like you yoi, I've known you for...what, 3 years now? And I believe you're trustworthy." Your brow raising slightly as your body stills, your head no longer nodding. You're honestly not sure where he's going with this so it's slightly unnerving for you. "If you betray that trust and hurt my brother, I'll rain hell upon you." 

Oh, that's where he was going with this! Well, that went dark quick!

Not that you're at all worried because you have no intention of hurting Thatch anyway. You do know this is a rule with the brothers, they put each other above everyone else so you knew from the get-go that they'd be watchful of you. However, you hadn't expected Marco to be so blunt about it. 

Maaan, I wish I had a brother like him!!

"Don't worry, I won't hurt him. Hell, if anything, he'll hurt me." You chuckle deciding you'll level up to the blonde since you don't have a protective sibling to look out for you, better let Marco know where you stand yourself. "Like if he flirts with pool girls to get inflatables, that'll sure sting." 

You notice the slight smirk tugging on his lips as he listens to you speak, no doubt remembering that day. Hell, probably even regretting it since one of the girls didn't leave him alone after he had turned his charm on a little.

"I knew that would piss you off yoi! I was tryna spark a confession~!" He what?! Your brow raising as you tilt your head to the side, waiting for the chuckling blonde to explain himself. "So, I told Thatch I wanted the inflatable bed so that he would approached those girls with me~! Buuut, what I was really trying to do was get you jealous so you'd tell him you liked him. Did it work yoi~? Is that why I found you both snuggled up in his bed the next day~?"

YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, MARCO!

"Yes, it worked, you massive dick!" A frown dominating your features as you swat the blonde across the back and accidentally causing him to gag, a loud rumble leaving his body before he hurls his breakfast into the bucket that the man gave him earlier. Oops.

Your eyes averting to the paintings on the wall while you tug your, or Thatch's, shirt collar over your mouth and nose, climbing up from the small loveseat and padding over to the other side of the roomso the pukey smell doesn't reach your nostrils. Your brows still knitted together and your face still burning from embarrassment and slight annoyance. 

Sneaky son-of-a-bitch! Does he not know how mean it is to toy with people's emotions?! 

"Was the porn a part of your plan too?!" You muffle against the shirt, Marco still too busy coughing regurgitated food into the bucket to answer. The blonde finally catching a breath before he looks up at you, confusion written all over his features as his hand unscrews the lid of his water bottle.

Now I really feel like making that piranha water joke!

"Porn?" He simply pants before bringing the rim to his lips and guzzling half of the bottles contents down within seconds. His eyes never leaving your form during this though, he's still waiting on an explanation.

"The porn in the travelodge! I thought the moans were Thatch and he thought they were me!" You spit bluntly, although you merely sound like you're speaking through a gas mask since you refuse to bring the shirt away from your face until that vomit-filled bucket is gone.

"Oh, that. No yoi, I was genuinely just trying to clean the pipes before going to sleep." The blonde answers bluntly, clearly noticing the look you give him. That slight cringed expression, even if half of your face is hidden, he just knows. "What? It's alright for you, you got Thatch yoi! If I need to release, I gotta do it myself!"

"...Well, not necessarily." You begin, barely believing you're having this conversation with Marco of all people. Even more exhausting when the man who works here comes over to take the bucket filled with vomit away. Your fingers pulling your shirt collar down again, your voice now fully audible to the worker as well as the blonde. "You could always hire a prostitute."

The aquarium guy looking up at you with huge eyes before scampering away at lightning speed, the poor thing about as red as a rose. Well, at least he can't complain that work was boring today.

Good thing Marco knows me so well! If we had just met, he sure-as-hell wouldn't approve of me dating his brother after saying that!

"No thanks yoi, it just seems cruel paying someone for sex." The blonde actually shocking you with that answer, but it's a pleasant shock, of course. Seems he has just as much respect as Thatch sometimes.

"Pay who for sex?" That very brunette's voice emerging from behind you and immediately causing your stomach to sink. This really doesn't sound right. In attempts to avoid a misunderstanding, you immediately swing around and give the male behind you a big hug.

"Thaaaa--you're...wet?" Your eyebrows knitting together as you look up at the brother, taking a step back from him. He is in fact very wet from head to toe, a slight frown etched into his face as he brushes his soaked hair to the side with his fingers.

"We're discussing prostitution yoi, so nobody in particular." Marco thankfully being the savoir of the day, the blonde's brow quirking as his eyes follow in your actions, staring Thatch up and down. "What's...your view on it...? Also, what the hell happened to you?"

Yeah, I was wondering that too, actually. I wonder if he's ever bought a lady for the night.

The mere thought has you wanting to punch him in the face and the poor guy hasn't even done anything wrong yet. You're certain that Thatch wouldn't sink as low as to pay someone to fuck him. He's just too classy and kind for that...at least you hope so.

"Luffy thought it would be fun to try and swim with the dolphins...naturally, the idiot can't swim so I had to help him." Thatch murmurs dryly, it's hard to tell whether he's angry or just deflated. The brunette dabbing a fluffy white towel against his dripping neck. "Why is my opinion on prostitution required?" 

"GUYS~! GUESS WHAT~! I GOT TO TOUCH THE DOLPHIIIIN~!!  SHISHISHI~!"

Way to dodge the question, Thatch!