Jon Bon Jovi: Livin' On A Prayer
Word Count: 600+
Notes: I wrote this over the course of like 2 hours and idk I just love it
Jon rolled over, gently grasping your shoulder as he tried to shake you out of your nightmare. You had been shaking but it had just gotten worse and you started mumbling things Jon couldn’t quite understand. He started panicking when he couldn’t wake you up.
“C’mon babe it’s just a nightmare, come back to me.” He was ultimately pleading into a void, a part of him hoping you heard him.
He held tightly onto your waist, sitting up more and putting the back of his hand to your forehead. It didn’t feel like you had a fever, though you were sweating; he pulled the covers off your body, gently touching and massaging everywhere in an attempt to wake you up.
He pressed his forehead against yours, softly cupping the side of your face. "I'm right here baby, I'm right here."
His throat closed up, making his voice quiet and weak. He was on the verge of tears and seeing you like this broke his heart. Though it may not seem like an overly big deal, he was protective of you, much to your dismay; all he wanted was to make sure you were safe and secure.
You finally stopped writhing and Jon almost stopped breathing until you abruptly sat up in bed, panting and taking quick confused glances around the room.
Jon quickly held onto your shoulders, bringing you back into reality. You instantly caught his eyes and threw your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. The familiar scent of him calming you down as his mess of curls brushed against your face. Just the feeling of his arms wrapped around you was enough to break you down.
You cried into him as he tried to keep himself from crying too; he tried his best to stay quiet, but the occasional sniffle slipped out.
You heard his small whimper and your entire mood changed. You pulled back and quickly rubbed your eyes, clearing your vision. You held his face in your hands, softly wiping the few tears that reluctantly left his eyes. His face heated up, but the dark lighting made it hard to see, you could feel it though.
"Jon, baby it's okay,"
Your voice was soothing and somehow calm. Something about seeing Jon like that scared you; he was always such a upbeat, joyful person, and the sadness you saw on his face made your heart hurt.
"I'm okay... everything's gonna be okay."
You fluffed his hair and ran your fingers through it, pulling his head closer to you. Kissing the top of his head, you could feel his face form into a smile.
You couldn't help but laugh when he looked at you, his pretty smile and baby blue eyes practically lit up the room, never ceasing to make you blush hard.
"You're beautiful, you know that?"
Jon said it out of nowhere, and he held both your hands tight when he did. You could barely look him in the eyes without giggling like a little girl, but Jon loved it. Knowing that he could make you red hot made him love you even more.
Your mind went completely blank; you kept looking down but never stopped holding his hands. He leaned down, meeting your gaze and looking at you longingly.
"Kiss me," you said, dropping his hands and trailed your hands up his arms and finally to his face.
He gracefully held onto your waist, pressing his lips against yours. It was softhearted and tender, Jon pouring every ounce of love he had for you into it.
Jon gently pulled away, kissing the top of your nose before smiling and pulling you back onto the bed. You nestled into his chest, feeling his warm embrace around you.
"Are you okay now baby."
You pulled back a little, looking up at him with a beaming smile.
"As long as I'm with you," You paused, pressing your lips against his jawline.
"I couldn't be better."