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

Chapter 21

//; this counts as two chapters okay- also, fun theory. Tamaki Amajiki from MHA can eat horse and make himself pack a long and meaty schlong-

"So, what're we eating next?" You slurred, and your boyfriend tossed you a cinnamon roll. You caught it with ease, and started biting into it, before Tank chugged some more champagne. "If we're getting drunk, we're doing it in style," he'd said before you two had started chugging. Right now you were buzzed as hell, eating almost every single snack the olive-eyed drunk had brought. "So, darling, tell me a bit about yourself," he swooned, and you thought for a moment, trying to clear your head. "Well, what do you want to know?" "Everything, I suppose."

"It all started when I was born, no shit. I was welcomed into a somewhat caring family, but it went quickly downhill because of my stupid ass dad. Motherfucker would get drunk every other night, and expected my mom to clean up after him. Unfortunately, my mother would do so in order to keep the family together, which resulted in me living under a horribly abusive home. Not physically, no, but verbally. My mother was cursed every night, my lazy excuse of a father brought home women every night, and verbally abused me, calling me such words I would never forget. School was no different. Of course I was bullied, no shit, but I also had two friends. Cerenity and Katherine, a black girl from Cleveland, Ohio, and an Ecuadorian-Mexican who'd just transferred in the first grade. I befriended them almost immediately, and we stuck together for years, leading up until high school, but that's later on. I would ask if I could sleep over at their houses, but unfortunately, their moms would say no.

"My mom wouldn't give me permission either, due to the fact that she didn't want to be alone with Jaren. I understand why, but I don't understand why she didn't divorce him faster. I think it was because we didn't have enough money or piss off our other family, considering they never approved of their relationship in the first place. Anyway, once my dad heard that I was friends with Cerenity and Katherine, he called me such racist names. He called me the n-word lover with the hard r, told me I should be deported with that 'Mexican rapist piece of shit,' and other stuff. I never cared for being called that as a little kid, but it got worse as I grew up, trying to brainwash me into being conservative. I hated it. Luckily, once I turned 15, my birthday wish was granted, and my parents filed for divorce, eventually fighting for custody over me. So, for my high school years, I was under misery not only from school, but from custody. Not to mention, like I said before, Cerenity and Katherine started drifting away, unwillingly. I couldn't hang out with them because I was trying to help my mom get custody over me, which took up a lot of my time.

"I couldn't exactly tell anyone at school, because I only had like two friends, and the counselors would dismiss it as 'family issues'. I just kept silent, and only like three years ago did I move out from my mom's house in Maryland. We've kept in touch every few days, until.. until George Floyd's death. She just cut off all connections. But, when I moved out, I said fuck it. I didn't want to live, but then I started noticing the amount of innocent black people being murdered for no reason. I've been striving for black people to get more rights, or at least be able to live here peacefully since Tamir Rice's death. I've been fighting for the longest that I remember. Before this, I was a heavy drinker. In fact, a drunkard. I almost overdosed on pain killers and smoked a few cigars. Not too many to ruin this beauty, but I destroyed my body completely. If you'd seen how fucked up I looked a few years ago, man would you have not fucked me.." You sighed as you put down your wine glass. Tank stared at you with concerned eyes, before you turned to him. "Now, your turn. Tell me about yourself."

"Grew up in Oklahoma with conservative parents. I was brainwashed, obviously, but as I grew older, I changed my views. I had barely any friends much like you, but I obviously kept them, considering they moved in as housemates. They share the same opinions as me, and we get along just fine. Nothing too interesting about me," the silver-haired giant  shrugged before scarfing down another strudel and cinnamon roll, drinking more champagne to quench his thirst. "Really?" "Well, something else interesting, I dated this one blond bimbo. Horrible idea. She cheated on me like two days after we got together. I'm all for trying, but I gave up with our one-sided relationship, so I dumped her. Dropped her, and I never really cared about finding love. Until I found someone special," he sighed dreamily, closing his eyes. You felt a little jealous, but let him continue on, until realizing he took a five minute nap. Once he woke up, you told him where he left off, and he nodded. "Ah, right! So, this girl, she's obviously special. I love the shit out of her. She calls me her little bean, and we went on a two AM date just recently. She makes me so warm and fuzzy on the inside, and on the outside? A blubbering mess, one that's too shy and hesitant. I fell in love with a girl named Y/N. No offense, but I don't want to cheat on my girlfriend with you."

You were fawning over what he'd said, before you heard the last sentence. Being drunk, you pulled his head into your arms, grinding your fist into his head. "You knucklehead, I'm your girlfriend!"