Can you fire up my toast?
Johnny Storm x Reader
warnings: not gender specific! Enjoy, my request are open:) next week new fic!
There you were in the kitchen that was so infamous for its weekly Sunday dinner, making breakfast. Well, that is what you planned to, but you couldn’t reach the plates as usual. And trying to had you jumping and making noise, so not ideal in the mornings. “Herbert can you grab me a plate, please?” You asked the robot, which came with an excited noise followed by the robot extending its wheels up and easily reaching a plate.
Making you feel like a little kid. “You always enjoy making me feel like a kid huh? Thank you for the plate Herbert.” You laugh as you mock your own height, shaking your head when a yawn escapes from your mouth.
“You’re up early, light sleep?” Susan asks you as she walks in the kitchen, looking tired her self. You smile at her, “yeah, well you can say no sleep. Johnny was listening to those stupid space recordings till, with no headphones.”
Looking at Susan with an annoyed look, making her sigh out loud at her stupid brother. “Well he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, clearly.” We both agreed with that statement, even a giggle coming from you.
“You also want some toast?” Asking Susan but you already knew the answer was yes. “Well of course I want some toast, you know me.” She answered your question, sitting down at the dinner table. You were putting her bread in the toaster, when it decided not to pull down and work, leaving you standing there looking confused.
“Susan, can you take a look at this with me? I don’t think this is working.” You look at her with an helpless look, even pouting a little. She looks at you back, “yes, of course I’ll take a look.” She gets up from the chair she was sitting in, walking your way. “Let’s see…” with the both of you looking at the toaster, it wasn’t getting any better.
A little while later you both decided to give up, there was only one option left. “We have to wake Johnny up.” Saying in unison, already dreading waking him up, because everyone knows not to wake up a sleeping johnny.
“Jonathan!” Susan appears next to johnny, yelling his legal name in his ear. Causing him to wake up yelling, sitting straight up his hand on fire. Eyes looking around, easing up when he sees that it’s just you guys. “This is your karma, for keeping me up so late.” You tell him, with an attitude, still mad about it. “We need you to fire our toast.”