That one photo of Blaze getting cucked out of his face being shown is so funny to me, anyways, the whole wardog squadron gets to be faceless here.LOL
This time featuring the wardog emblem which I also have a soft spot for in terms or design!!!!
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Scenario: The reader is watching Vinny fight, and right when Vinny gets knocked out, the power goes out. Vinny comes home to an extremely panicked Reader and he comforts her.
(As someone who overthinks a lot, I relate to the reader)
Warnings: Angst
Includes: Worried Vinny, Soft Vinny
Word Count: 397
Note: This was just a quick one, that I randomly thought of.
You watched the screen, flinching every time Vinny got a punch thrown at him. He was now corned and you could see that he was tired."AND PAZIENZA IS DOWN. IT DOESN'T SEEM LIKE HES GETTING U-" The reporter is cut off and the T.V screen goes black.
"God damn power outage." You mutter, running your hand over your face.
You could feel the panic rise in your chest. 'Is he okay?' 'Is he hurt badly' 'Did he get up?'
You call his dad. No answer. His mom. No answer.
"Jesus christ, does nobody know how to answer the phone!?" You ask, not really directing the question to anyone or anything.
You decided to wait. 'Vinny is a big boy, he knows how to take care of himself.' You thought as you paced the room. 'But what if pushes himself too hard? 'What if he didn't get up'?
An hour passes, still no calls, your eyes were swollen, tears rushing down your cheeks. You felt your breathing become labored. You stopped your pacing and walked towards the bedroom, grabbing one of VInny's shirts and clumsily putting it on. You suddenly hear the front door open, you rush out of the room, still violently sobbing. "Ah man baby, I got messed u-" You slammed into his chest, crying even harder than you had before.
"Hey, hey, whats wrong?" He asks, voice full of concern. His arms wrap around you tightly. "Y/N, baby you gotta talk to me." He says, moving back to lift your head up.
"You got hit and then the power went out and nobody was answering me and I-"
"Baby, I'm okay, look at me." He says softly. "I need you to breathe Y/N. Come on sweetheart breathe." He pleads.
You match your breathing pattern with his. His thumb wiped away the tears on your cheeks. You clung to him like your life counted on it, and he allowed you to so. He moved to the couch, you in his arms. Once he sat down, he peppered small kiss along your cheek and head.
"Go to sleep doll, you've had a long night." He says, moving some hair out of your face. You hum, the exhaustion kicking in and causing your eyes to droop.
"I love you my sweet girl." That was the last thing you heard before drifting off into a deep slumber.