Johnny Storm

You had been struggling for a few weeks with how you looked, not just for yourself, but being Johnny's girlfriend and always being on camera, you had to look "perfect" or you wouldn't be good enough, you repeated in your head

Johnny didn't notice at first, baggy sweatshirts, t-shirts, he just thought you were cold or comfortable. You started changing with the door closed, every time he brushed against you you twitched slightly, you just said it tickled but he noticed and asked you "What's going on?" Johnny said to which you responded trying to calm the tension What's going on? Jealous of my baggy clothes? Johnny, for the first time, you didn't see him laugh at a joke he picked you up and sat you on his lap Johnny, stop* you protested but he didn't care no matter how much you tried to separate* I'm not going to leave you until you tell me everything* Johnny said and kissed you in complete silence, over and over again when you tried to divert the conversation* it's that, I don't like how I look* you said breaking the silence* "thank goodness I do" Johnny said almost immediately and began to leave soft kisses on your neck "this mole? I love seeing it every day and your messy hair in the mornings even more" so he went over your whole body telling you all the details, without any hurry, the expression marks when you smile, your curves, your little quirks, how your chest lowered when you breathed, everything "You don't look the same as in my eyes, but I have no problem showing you how perfect you are every day" Johnny said you tried to roll your eyes but he kissed you again you're mine and I would never change a thing about you every time you hid or You pulled on some sleeve of clothing Johnny said "Uh, uh, you're fucking gorgeous." That night, no more words were even needed. You lay down on Johnny's chest and the two of you ended up falling asleep. It was one of the first nights that you didn't think about the press, the cameras, the mirrors, or your insecurities while you slept.