Johnny Storm

You had been struggling for a few weeks with how you looked; not just for yourself, but as Johnny's girlfriend, always being in the spotlight meant you had to look "perfect" or you wouldn't be enough, you repeated in your head.

At first, Johnny didn't notice. Baggy hoodies, oversized t-shirts—he just thought you were cold or feeling comfortable. You started changing with the door closed; every time he brushed against you, you moved slightly, simply saying it tickled.
But he noticed and asked you.
"What's going on?" Johnny said, to which you responded, trying to ease the tension, "What's going on? Jealous of my baggy clothes?" For the first time, you didn't see Johnny laugh at a joke.
He grabbed you and sat you on his lap. "Johnny, stop," you protested, but he didn't care no matter how much you tried to pull away. "I'm not letting you go until you tell me everything," Johnny said and kissed you in complete silence, doing so over and over whenever you tried to divert the conversation. "It's just... I don't like how I look," you said, breaking the silence. "Good thing I do," Johnny said almost immediately and began leaving soft kisses on your neck. "This mole? I love seeing it every day, and your messy hair in the mornings even more." In this way, he went over your entire body, telling you every detail without any rush: the expression lines when you smile, your curves, your little quirks, the way your chest rose and fell as you breathed, everything. "You don't see yourself the way I see you, but I have no problem showing you how perfect you are every single 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 tried to hide or tugged at a sleeve, Johnny would say:
"Uh, uh, you are fucking gorgeous."
That night, no more words were even necessary. You leaned back against Johnny's chest and you both fell asleep; it was one of the first nights where you didn't think about the press, the cameras, the mirrors, or your insecurities before drifting off.