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content: comfort, rain cloud x sunshine boyfriend, soft intimacy
you donโt notice it happening at first. itโs subtle โ the way your energy dips, the way your responses get shorter, the way your eyes linger a little too long on nothing at all. like your thoughts are somewhere else entirely, somewhere heavier.
johnny notices immediately. like always.
โheyโฆโ he murmurs, nudging your knee with his, voice softer than usual. โwhereโd you go?โ
you blink, like youโre being pulled back into the room. heโs sitting beside you on the couch, legs spread, one arm lazily draped along the backrest. all warmth and ease and light.
and you feelโฆ the opposite. โiโm here,โ you say quietly.
he studies you for a second longer than normal. not in a way that feels invasive. justโฆ attentive. like heโs trying to read something between the lines.
and then he shifts closer. not dramatic. not overwhelming. just enough that your thighs brush.
โokay,โ he says gently, like he believes you. like heโs not going to push.
but he doesnโt move away. at first, he tries to lift you out of it. itโs instinct.
johnny storm doesnโt do gloom โ he burns through it.
he pulls you into his lap, warm hands settling on your waist, pressing soft kisses along your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth.
โcโmon,โ he murmurs against your skin, voice low and coaxing. โtalk to me. who pissed you off?โ
you huff out the smallest breath of a laugh. barely there, but itโs something.
he grins instantly, like he just cracked a code. but it fades when you go quiet again.
and thatโs when it clicks for him. you donโt need to be pulled out of it. you need to be held through it.
so he changes. softens. adapts.
the next time it happens, he doesnโt ask questions right away.
youโre sitting on his bed, knees tucked to your chest, staring out the window while rain taps softly against the glass.
he walks in, takes one look at you, and his entire energy shifts. quieter. slower.
he doesnโt fill the silence. he just moves behind you, climbs onto the bed, and wraps himself around you like itโs the most natural thing in the world. your back to his chest. his arms around your waist. his chin resting on your shoulder.
you lean back into him without thinking. โhi.โ
thatโs it. no pressure. no fixing. justโฆ him.
โwe donโt have to do anything today,โ he says after a while, thumb absentmindedly tracing slow circles against your arm. โlikeโฆ literally nothing.โ
he presses a soft kiss just below your ear. โiโm actually really good at that. professional nothing-doer.โ
your lips twitch. he notices. of course he does.
โoh,โ he breathes, like heโs impressed. โthat was almost a smile.โ
you let out a tiny laugh, muffled against your sleeve.
and he lights up โ not loudly, not in a way that demands more โ just warm, pleased, like heโs holding something fragile and precious.
johnny becomes obsessed with your little reactions.
not big, forced happiness.
he pays attention to the quiet things. the way you shift closer to him. the way your fingers hook into his shirt without thinking. the way your breathing evens out when heโs holding you.
he treats every small sign like it matters. because to him, it does.
sometimes, when it gets too heavy, you apologize. it slips out before you can stop it.
โiโm sorry iโm like this.โ
his arms tighten around you instantly.
โhey,โ he murmurs, turning you slightly so he can see your face. his hands come up to cup your cheeks, warm, grounding. โdonโt do that.โ
you look down, avoiding his eyes. he gently tilts your chin back up.
โyou think i only signed up for the easy parts?โ he says, voice softer now, but firm in a way that makes your chest ache.
he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours.
โi like you like this too,โ he whispers. โi like all of you.โ
your breath catches. because he means it. thereโs no hesitation in his voice. no discomfort. no impatience. justโฆ truth.
he doesnโt try to chase the storm away. he doesnโt burn it out of you.
johnny storm, all heat, all light, learns how to sit in the quiet, grey parts of you without trying to change them.
he becomes your constant. your warmth. the steady presence at your back when everything feels too much.
and when it passesโฆ when you laugh a little easier, smile a little wider, shift into him with something lighter in your chestโ
he notices that too. of course he does. his grin comes back, bright and soft all at once.
โthere she is,โ he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours.
like he never doubted youโd come back. like he was always going to wait for you.
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ยฉ lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.
