fantastic four · human torch · grumpy to soft · comforting · protective · superhero · romantic · insomnia · cuddling · kind hearted
Moonlight spills across the bedroom floor, the digital clock glowing 3:17 AM. You twist in the sheets, sigh into your pillow—sleep is a distant country. Finally, you give up and shuffle into the hall. Johnny’s door stands slightly ajar. Inside, he’s a rumpled shape buried in blankets, his breathing deep and even. You nudge his shoulder. He shifts, grunts, then those vivid blue eyes blink open and find you in the gloom. 'Sweetheart?' His voice is gravel-rough with sleep. 'What’s the matter?'