Tank x Reader

So Cute

"Well, I'm up now so you might as well come inside short stuff." I smiled as he let me inside his home.

After talking with Doc for a couple of hours, we both ended up falling asleep on the couch. We didn't seem to mind how close we became. Both of us learned a lot about each other, things good or bad. I shared some things about my family that I would never share with anyone; Doc also shared his family life with me. He didn't have much of a childhood, but his family made the best of what they had in Zion. It also turns out Doc wasn't even his name.

The sound of the door opening stirred me awake, stretching with a yawn I looked to see who had opened the door. My eyes grew wide as the silhouette moved from the door to Doc's sleeping figure. Before I knew what was happening Doc's body was thrown off the couch and the figure was holding me close. I tried pushing the person away but they were too strong, the smell of moonshine was overpowering.

"What the hell? Who do you think you are?" Doc stumbled to his feet rubbing the back of his head. Doc looked at me and the figure confused.

"Who do I think I am? REALLY?! What about you, you back stabbing asshole of a friend!" It was Tank, a very mad and drunk Tank.

"Uuummm... Can you let me go... Please?" I was becoming more and more uncomfortable as Tank held me closer.

"Dude, what are you talking about? We were just talking." Doc started rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.

"Yeah from where I was standing not much talking was happening." It was getting harder to breath as the two seemed to forget I was even in a situation of my own.

"You're drunk, you aren't thinking clearly. We were just talking about how Y/n was at the library with her mom and saw bats on the sidewalk, and tried to help them since bats can't fly off the ground, but then a bat jumped on her back and attacked her!" Tank and I  stared at Doc dumbfounded.

"Doc, that was a dream you dumb ass, are you sure you're not the one that's drunk?" I shook my head at Doc.

"Oh... Well it felt real, at least what happened afterwards did." Doc smiled at the memory of the dream.

"You FUCKING BASTARD!" Tank let me go and charged at Doc, "You're having wet dreams of HER?!"

"Well one of us has to, and the way things are going between the two of you, it really doesn't seem like it'll be you." Doc managed to evade Tank until he tripped on the leg of a chair.

Tank got on top of Doc and threw punch after punch. Doc covered his face blocking almost every blow, having enough of this foolishness I grabbed a book from the bookcase and hit Tank on the back of his head.

"Will the two of you just stop being childish for one minute?!" I dropped the book on the floor and sat down on the chair Doc tripped on. Both men cradled their injured bodies glaring at me, "Don't you look at me like that. Be glad I hit you instead of cut you."

"Ha ha ha." Tank laughed sarcastically, he seemed to have sobered up a bit.

"Hey." I turned my attention to Doc, "You okay bud?"

"Yyeeeeaahhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuhhhhhhhh, nnnnnooooooooo." Doc laid flat on his back eyes screwed shut. His left cheek and brow were bleeding, "I'll be fine, I haven't been hit like that in a couple years. Takes some getting used to."

I raised an eyebrow at him, Tank smiled at his friend still holding the back of his head.

"I fail to see the humor in all this."

"That's because you're a girl, sometimes a man has to let out his anger and frustration in not so conventional ways." Doc pat my leg reassuringly.

"Uh huh, right." I folded my arms across my chest, "So, Tank."