Hot Girl Bummer
Summary: Song-Fic with Reader/Johnny Storm (human torch, either version) with the song Hot Girl Bummer by Blackbear; using the song as the plot
Johnny Storm was the guy that everyone wanted. Johnny Storm was the human torch. Johnny Storm was one of the guys that saved humanity. Johnny Storm was a playboy. Johnny Storm always partied and teased anyone who caught his eye.
Johnny Storm was the one that got away from you.
You were one of the many party girls that spent time around him. It wasn’t like you were part of those girls that followed him around, or checked various sites and sources for his most likely location. You just had a bad habit of running into him; and kissing him, and ending up sneaking out from his room in the morning.
You didn’t realize it was him at first; you’d just come back from the bathroom; your group of friends nowhere to be found and your stomach rolling from the five shots and the shitty bar food you’d had. He’d been smiling and laughing playing up the joke of his hand cooking out the alcohol of his drink; he was joking about getting another round and you couldn’t help it, fingers brushing the glass cooling it. You smirk a little at him walking back towards the bar. He’s hovering behind you a playful smirk to match your own as he offers you another drink.
You wake up curled in a massive hotel room bed, alone.
The second time you know it’s him but he doesn’t know it's you. His words are slurring and he kisses up your neck, laughing when you tell him your name and that you’ve met before.
He likes to use his fire as a party trick so when you feel heat from his hands sliding up and down your body you know this will end with you alone in another hotel bed.
Instead when you wake up you find him looking away, face flushed slightly.
“Sorry.”
“For what?”
“I was expecting you to be much uglier; usually the girls I bring back from bars are maybe four out of ten.” You scoff and make a point of freezing the bed. The sheets crack as you move from them.
“Clearly I’m not the usual.” You can feel the heat of his stare as you leave the room, purposefully pulling his shirt over your dress.
You don’t see him for weeks after that; you try to convince yourself you’re not looking for him but you seem to see him wherever you go. Of course it’s not really him, just an image burned into your brain. You wonder if that’s part of his power; the heat you feel when you think about him can’t be anything but. You try to avoid seeking him out, going to the bars and places you’ve seen him, even going so far as to sit in the hotel lobby. You know you’re being pathetic; you wonder what he’s doing, probably drinking himself into a stupor and fucking some random girl.
Johnny’s starting to hate his powers. It feels like everyone who wants to spend time with him just wants it because of the flames. He knows he’s overplaying it; he’s pulling an Icarus and getting too close to the sun; he knows he’ll alienate everyone soon. He thinks he prefers it; just his family, just the rest of the four. He doesn’t think about you, well he tries not to, so he goes out to some random bar, as far from the usual places he can get; he keeps his powers hidden; he doesn’t want to attract attention but of course someone snaps a picture and then suddenly people are swarming but the only person he wants to see is you.
He finally catches sight of you and grins.
You turn when you can feel a familiar heat, you almost tell yourself not to, you’re confused why there are so many people at the local bar by your house but you realize why when that heat returns.
”Do you think; maybe we could try again?” He looks nervous and you’re about to nod when you can feel your stomach lurch again and he actually laughs when you vomit into a trash can this time.
“Look at you learning where to throw up, what’s next?”
“Learning how to get a second date.” You know it comes out harsh but you just feel a soft warmth on your back and it calms your stomach.
“Can I help with that?”
“Don’t you have someone random person to fuck?”
“Well I don’t consider you random, but I can if you want. There’s a hotel near-”
“My place is closer.” You grin winking and he smiles back at you leaning in for a kiss that when he pulls back there’s steam wafting from his lips.
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