“We should have fire in the Heavydirtysoul music video,” Tyler suggested randomly.
Earlier that day, Josh had told Tyler he had Pyrokinesis, the ability to control fire with his mind. Josh wasn’t surprised when Tyler jumped up and down like a child and talked about his own mutation, and Joshs.
You had always known. You two had met in the ER after you had troubles with controlling your mutation, resulting in burns and cuts all over yourself, which was odd, considering you could control minds and objects. Josh had accidentally burned his hand, a gentle reminder that stoves, unless they were gas, were not fire. You’d soothed his thoughts, and later exchanged numbers.
Since then, you were thick as thieves.
And 3 months after meeting, he asked you out. He set up a fire pit and pulled you close, asking it so quietly you almost didn’t hear.
“I don’t know about that, Ty. Mutants really don’t have a good rep, how would they feel about knowing I was… yknow… me,” Josh said. You placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked toward you.
“We’re all mutants, baby,” you started, “you and Ty are probably the only ‘all mutant’ band in the world.”
“They don’t have to know if you don’t want them to,” Tyler said, “we’d play it off as us just lighting a fire next to your drums.”
Josh looked over at you and visibly deflated, “I guess,” he sighed, running his hand through his yellow hair, “but (y/n) needs to be there. For support.”
“Obviously, baby,” you said, kissing his cheek and resting your head on his shoulder.
“You’re gonna have to be in full control as you drum, do you think you can do it?” The producer asked. Today was the big day, Josh was going to control the fire surrounding his drumset. It was decided they weren’t going to tell fans that they were mutants, for everyone’s sake.
“Yes he can,” you answered, the producer nodded and continued to help Tyler with the car scene. You pulled him aside and tugged him in for a hug. “I need you to close your eyes and take a few deep breaths,” you said.
“How is this-”
“Just do it,” you said, he nodded and closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths, and you could feel his thoughts racing through his head, “you have to make your mind blank, I can’t take them when they’re racing around like this,” he nodded, taking a few more. You took his thoughts and morphed them from nervous energy to adrenaline. Hopefully he could use it instead of being so nervous he’d mess up.
“You ready to do your thing?” Tyler asked.
You watched closely as Joshs fire burned bright, and he pounded the shit of his drums. When they finally wrapped recording he ran over to you, adrenaline still obviously running through his veins. He picked you up and spun you around in his arms. He smashed his lips to yours, and almost as soon as he did so, fire sprung up around you.
As cliche as it was, rocks were floating and fire was heating the chilled air around you. The adrenaline rubbing off on you. A constant downside to your ability, your emotions were easily influenced by people’s emotions.
When you finally pulled apart, the fire simmered out and the rocks hit the ground with a thump.
You heard Tyler clapping and jumping up and down excitedly. You and Josh shared a look, mentally preparing for the excited fangirling that would ensue.