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Too Hot To Handle (By Anyone Else But You) >> Johnny Storm X Reader

Title: Too Hot To Handle (By Anyone Else But You)

Paring: Johnny Storm X Reader

Warnings: idiots in love, fluff, superheroes, airplanes.

Spoilers: no???? but yes if you've never seen the 2000's Fantastic Four movies (the ones with Chris Evans) because he's super cute in them and it's worth watching them for him. 

Requested By: septic_spuds !!

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It is a fact, universally acknowledged that Johnny Storm must not be allowed to be alone when there's a camera nearby. He used to be better, but, as time passed, he'd become increasingly of a show off to the masses watching the footage.

The first time was at a monster car rally in Pennsylvania, where he shot flames out his hands and nearly blew up an expensive car's fuel line. The second time was when he was being interviewed in Rhode Island after the Fantastic Four's win against one of Namor's underwater foes, and almost spilled top-secret team information to the world.

There has not been a third occasion, because ever since the last incident, Sue and Richard hired you to work alongside the team as a sort of P.R. assistant-slash-Johnny monitor. You used to work in human relations at Stark Industries, but that position was too stressful to keep up, and on the cusp of your early retirement you were scooped up by Dr. Richards and employed to work with the Fantastic Four. Apparently, Mr. Stark had given Dr. Richards an excellent recommendation of you, but you'd only ever met Mr. Stark twice, and you doubted you were even excellent at all.

But that was all two weeks ago, and the past is in the past: especially when you're chasing around the twenty-seven-year-old Human Torch. Today you're literally chasing him, because for some reason, the guy doesn't want to play by the rules (a regular occurrence for him), and you have been pursuing the man for hours in a game of cat-and-mouse around the city.

You'd quit right now, if working for Dr. Richards and Mrs. Storm wasn't the opportunity of a lifetime.

Near-winded, you lean against a lamp post, trying to catch your breath. Johnny skittles ahead, but realising you're not following backtracks like an awry kitten playing with its elder, or a child testing the limits of your patience.

"Don't tell me you're already tired," he calls out, grinning.

You know he's only mocking you because you have no heroic qualities in you at all. You're not smart, or fast, or very good-looking, but then again, he's all of that, and still an ass.

You narrow your eyes. "Tired?" you huff, slowly walking toward him with legs that feel like jelly, "Whatever gave you that idea?"

He chuckles, the tips of his fingers and ends of his hair warming with the familiar glow of the Human Torch. You're both in the streets of downtown Manhattan, and while he's a legal superhero who does good for the city, there are lots of people on the streets, and if he goes into full Torch mode, someone'll get hurt.

"Hey, are you the Human Torch?" a guy calls out, camera phone out already.

Johnny grins a wicked smile, and then his whole left hand is in flames as he waves to the guy. "Yeah, the one and only!" he says, with a cheeky wink. "Do you want to have a picture together?"

The guy with the camera nods. "Y-yeah! Um, babe, can you take the photo?" The guy asks his girlfriend, whose painted nails and on-display rack dance as she takes the phone from him.