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

Chapter 22

//; hi guys! one of my ex friends reached out to me and we're friends again :)

You woke up with a throbbing and horrible headache, not aware of the fact that you were sleeping beside a nearly naked silver-haired male. You noticed Tank's small breaths and adorable snores, and you resisted hugging his face and holding him close to you, since he was still asleep. You sat up too quickly, causing your head to throb harder and made you groan at the pain. Looking back down at your boyfriend, you poked his cheek until you heard him huff. "Mmm?" "Babe, where are the pain killers?" "In the cabinet in the bathroom." "Thanks, my lil' bean." "Mmm." He fell asleep immediately, leaving you chuckling as you stood up, slowly and painfully making your way to the bathroom. Once you spotted the somewhat transparent orange bottle, you thought for a moment. 'Should I get a bottle of water to swallow it? ........ nah, if I throated Tank's dick, I can definitely swallow a small drug.' You chuckled as you popped a pain killer into your mouth, immediately swallowing. You made your way into the kitchen, spotting a banana.

Tank awoke a few minutes later, noticing that there was an empty space beside him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, walking into the kitchen. He spotted what appeared to be you throating a banana, but once he blinked to see correctly, he was disappointed that you were just eating it normally. "Oh, hey. You're up early. How come you're still in your boxers? We didn't.. do anything last night, right?" You'd asked, and it took a moment for Tank to process what you'd said. "Huh? Oh, no, we didn't do anything while drunk. You fell asleep like two seconds after you hit me on the head. I got uncomfortable in my jeans, and the AC wasn't on when I was about to sleep, so I slept in my boxers." "Do you want something to eat?" "Eggs, please."

You threw away your banana peel and brought out the egg carton and pan, along with a bowl and a fork. You took out six eggs from the carton and cracked them into the bowl with ease, whisking them together with the fork. "Hey, you don't happen to have chile verde, right?" You asked him as you opened the fridge. "I think they're in the same bag as the loose garlic pieces," he replied, gently settling his head on the table. You opened a sandwich bag and found serrano peppers inside. You decided to cut up three and clear out the seeds, before you poured some oil into the pan. Turning the stove on, you poured the whisked eggs in, adding in some salt before the cut up peppers. Moving around the eggs was all you did for a few minutes, before you brought over two plates and served yourself and Tank a plate. Grabbing two forks, you set a plate of hot and spicy eggs in front of your hungover boyfriend who mumbled a weak, "thanks." He took a bite, and hummed in delight, before standing up and grabbing the milk from the fridge. "What's wrong?" "It's too spicy." "No, you just don't have taste."