John Deacon X Reader one-shot
Summary: You’re traumatized from an earthquake and John tries to soothe you through it.
Warnings: Traumatic experience, Anxiety, angst, and fluff.
A/N: I apologize if I make too many angst stories. That’s just my thing, and NO, I will not do any smuts.
Enjoy; Fan art done by me!
Both of you snuggle against each other in bed: you and your lovely boyfriend, John Deacon. He just got Disney+ for you, since he noticed you were bored out of your mind, couldn’t think of any hobbies, didn’t own a bike to go bike riding. You would’ve gotten one, but all of the bike stores were closed. You also felt quite depressed these past few months. People all over the world were getting sick, which made you worry about your family, including Deaky’s family. You would even sometimes cry at night; bad memories were keeping you from falling asleep.
Sometimes, John can hear your quiet sobs, and when he did, he didn’t hesitate to pull you into his naked chest. He would rub gentle circles on your back until you’ve run out of tears. The ones left on your face, he would wipe them away with his thumb and kiss them to make sure that they were all gone. He’d always ask you what was troubling you, and when you explain the thoughts running through your head, he would be humming You’re my Best Friend over and over again, and he wouldn’t stop until you fell into a deep sleep. This went on for a while which made John grow worried. He wanted to make his angel happy somehow, that’s when he thought about getting her Disney+. Why go buy Disney movies for like $15.00 when you can watch like fifty movies just $9.00 a month. He thought it would only work a little, but it turns out, it worked a lot. You two would binge-watch classics and originals all day.
So there you two were, watching your favorite classic, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. He’s running his fingers through your soft hair, sorta like brushing it with his hand like a hairbrush. Minutes had gone by when you feel the bed starting to shake a bit. Those shakes became stronger when you see the picture frames moving side to side on the walls. You were realizing that this is one of the scariest things that can happen to John, ever since he moved to California with you, but he was brave, he knew that he needed to protect his princes at all cost.
Even though you’ve always lived in a shaky state, you’ve always experienced little earthquakes, but this was the worst of all. There were objects falling from the shelves, which was traumatizing you, and at this point, the rumbling was getting more intense. Deaky knew that you two couldn’t stay on the bed any longer: you had to take cover. He quickly pulls you off the bed, and you both hide under the kitchen table to take cover. He looked at your face and couldn’t help, but feel heartbroken at the sight of those frightened tears start pouring out of your eyes.
“Oh Y/N,” he sighs. He gently grabs you and sits. Legs crossed so he can lay you down on his lap. He covers you with half his body and holds the back of his neck. John’s there shushing your sobs, telling you every positive thing he can think of. “John, I’m scared,” you whispered with a sob. “Shh...Shh, there, there, sweet Y/N. Oh, my darling angle, everything will be alright. Just let this die down a bit, okay?” he cooed into your ear.
The shaking had seemed to die down a little until it had completely stopped. It gives you and John the chance to come out from under the table. John noticed as you got up, you were shaking a little. He couldn’t bear the sight of seeing tears of fright running down your cheeks. He pulls you into his arms and starts rocking you back and forth. He holds you as you feel like you’re falling apart, and as his heart shatters into a billion pieces. He pulls away from you, but you seem to still be shaking a lot.
“Oh Honey, you’re trembling,” he cries one eye out. It was breaking him to see you, so scared after a traumatic event. He places a kiss on your temple and carries you to your bed. He tucks you into your favorite wool blanket and kisses your forehead for the second time. He rubs your forehead with his thumb after he marks it with a kiss.
“You rest here, Love. I’ll be right back,” he softly mummers.
He leaves you laying on your side so you can get the chance to breathe and free the anxiety that is trapped in your body. Thoughts went through your head for a while. Was your family okay? What about John’s family. Your friends? Was anyone hurt? You wanted to call them but you just felt too anxious to know If they will even pick up the phone or reply to a text.
It’s only been a minute since John had gone into the kitchen, but that minute had felt like hours. Why are you feeling this way? Why is every worry going through your head like there are many reasons to be in this state of matter? Your breathing becomes heavier. Horrific sobs escape your mouth as you start to feel overwhelmed with thoughts about your loved ones being hurt, or even worse, dead.
You curl yourself into a ball just to start crying into your knees. There was no use in wiping the tears away-new ones would just form anyway, and you really couldn’t do anything to stop them from falling. Even though you looked like a mess, you didn’t care anymore if John had seen you like this. You suddenly hear footsteps coming to the room and when John walked into the sight with some cookies and some chocolate milk, he just couldn’t bear the sight of seeing you so anxious. He speed-walks towards you, but sets the cookies and milk on the table that sits by your bed. He hurries onto the bed and quickly pulls you into a tight embrace.
“Oh Love, it’s okay. I’m here for you now that it’s over,” he whispers, as he makes you sit up, so it would be easier to rub gentle circles on your back.
You sob into his tank top, which exposed his shoulder, but gladly he doesn’t mind you wetting his skin with your tears. Your body continues to tremble which seems to be worrying him a little more.
“Babe, you’re still shaking. Have some of the cookies I made yesterday, I heated them up in the microwave so that they are nice and warm, and I’m sure that they’ll make you better,” he whispered into your ear.
You take a bite out of the delicious cookie, feeling the warmness in your mouth. Of course, they didn’t taste as delicious as when he took them out of the oven last night, but they still made you feel better. You grunt in delight which made him smile.
“There we go, my cupcake. Come here now and give me a snuggle,” he coos, bringing you back into his arms to rock you back and forth.
As always, he hums, You’re my Best Friend to keep your body relaxed. He does this for a while until he asks you this one question, “Love? You’ve always lived in a state where you get sudden earthquakes, so why are you feeling so scared when it comes to this one?”
You hesitated. It took a while to say it until you could get it out. “Well John, I’ve always experienced quakes like these, but-HELL- they’ve never been this worse,” you finally answer his question.
He didn’t expect you to hold him tighter and to let the tears fall again. He felt awful when it came to you crying. He pets the top of your head and mutters, “Love, you’re crying again.”
“I know, Deaks. I’m just so grateful to have you as my partner,” you sobbed.
“Now give me my chocky milk or I’ll cry even more,” you wined, which makes him giggle.
He hands you the glass of chocolate milk and as you drink it, he runs his hand through your hair.
“Thank you for being here with me, John.”
“There’s no problem Y/N. I love you so much.”
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