Hold Me Close (Spec Ops Guy/Tank x Reader)

Chapter 20

//; had to look up actual recipes smh- also one chapter today, i might've made it slightly longer than usual updates.

"I shouldn't have let you go," your boyfriend muttered as you winced, him still tending to your bruising thigh. "Yeah yeah, I know, but you need to- ah shit! That fucking hurts!" You shrieked as Tank applied pressure to the bruise, making him flinch. "Sorry sorry! I'll just put some elastic compression bandage, that way it should heal a lot quicker than two weeks." You nodded, and he left, before coming back with the bandage. He started wrapping it around your thigh, front and back, multiple times, then tying it tightly so it wouldn't get too loose. "Did Riot leave already?" You asked as you made grabby hands to your boyfriend to help you down. He picked you up before placing you down, nodding. "Yep. I'm sure he took Scales's and Chief's gear as well so they could suit up. Now, tell me what happened, princess."

You coughed before starting, replying, "Well, me and Riot talked about his boyfriend, and we got to the protest, right? The National Guard was there, as was a large crowd near where Riot had parked. Some of the members started kneeling, and the leader got pissy pants, so he started shooting rubber bullets into the crowd. I got hit, I shouted out, 'You fucking shithead!' and Riot carried me back into the car. He brought me here, and you helped me with my bruise. That's.. pretty much what happened." The silver-haired male just frowned in suspicion, before patting your head gently. "Go get some rest, midget, I'm gonna make us some snacks." You eyed him, but nodded, skipping off to his room. Tank just chuckled, before turning his focus onto making something delicious.

Tank took out several ingredients, including frozen puff pastry, berry jam, an egg, and cornstarch, among other things. Once getting out all of his ingredients, he preheated the oven, and started thawing the puff pastry. So he wouldn't have to sit around and wait, he opened his jar of yeast to proof it, and once he finished doing so, he added in his wet ingredients. Once he mixed them thoroughly, he added in his flour, sugar, and any other dry ingredient. As the dough started forming, Tank sprinkled some flour onto the marbled table, and started kneading the dough carefully, forming it into a slightly tacky yet firm ball. He placed it in a greased bowl, and covered the bowl with a dampened water. He put that to the side, before turning to the thawed puff pastry. He unwrapped the sheets, and cut each sheet into six rectangles. He whisked cornstarch with jam, and placed the mixture on top of half the puff pastry sheets, leaving the edges untouched. This went on for an hour or so, where he switched between making strudels and cinnamon rolls, or where he had to wait some minutes to continue doing a certain thing for either snacks. He checked up on you every few minutes, making sure you were content for the time being.

You were watching Tiger King on Netflix when you heard a knock on the bedroom door. Confused, you opened it, revealing your lanky boyfriend covered in flower whilst holding a plate full of strudels and cinnamon snails, some of which were leaning. "Little bean?" "Yeah?" "Why do you look like that?" Tank huffed playfully, murmuring, "I just wanted to do something cute for my princess.." He pouted, blowing a strand of hair away from his face. You just giggled and hugged him, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Kissie?" Tank rolled his eyes in a joking manner, before leaning down and granting you a peck on the cheek. "You missed. Right here," you pointed to your lips, and once more, Tank gave you a kiss, this time on the lips like you asked. He smiled softly while handing you the plate of sweets. "Wait hold on, we need something to drink!" He piped up, before leaving to get drinks. Once he returned, you eyed him. "Tank." "Yeah?" "Why'd you bring wine glasses and a bottle of champagne?"