“It’s nothing big,” Seth warned, pulling his backpack around to his front. He opened the pocket on the side and pulled out a plastic package. He shoved it into Nick’s hand.
Nick looked down to see watermelon-flavored Skwinkles Salsagheti. He didn’t know that Mexican candy could make him feel like flying. “I got you something too.”
Seth perked up. “What?”
Nick shook his head. “You have to close your eyes.”
He did it without hesitation.
Nick stepped forward, his Chucks bumping against Seth’s penny loafers. He leaned forward and kissed Seth on his lips.
It was brief, this kiss—barely scraping his lips against Seth’s. It wasn’t much, but he gave it his all.
He felt Seth’s smile.
He decided right then and there that smiling while kissing was the greatest thing in the world.
He pulled away first. Seth’s eyes were sparkling. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Nick said. He wanted to do it again immediately.
But before he could, Gibby said, “Okay, as sickly sweet as this is, we’re going to be late. We gotta go.”
Nick rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Way to ruin the moment, Lola.”
“Don’t make me punch your good arm, Nick. How do you think Seth will feel when you can’t use either hand?”
Seth squeaked.
Yeah, Nick was pretty sure this was love.
And without even thinking too hard about it, he took Seth’s hand in his own. Their fingers interlocked, and Seth smiled so bright, it felt like fire.
“Let’s go,” Nick said cheerfully. “I need to get to school in time to tell as many people as possible that some of the rumors going around about me might be somewhat true. Especially the threesome one, because that makes me sound awesome.”
“Nicky, no,” they all groaned at the same time.
“Nicky, yes,” he crowed, and led Team Pyro Storm toward the stairs.
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Fic: A Pleasure to Burn
Author: PyroStormIsBae
Chapter 1 of?
3,164 words
Pairing: Pyro Storm/Original Male Character
Rated: PG-13 (Rating will go up)
Tags: True Love, Pining, Gentle Pyro Storm, Happy Ending, First Kiss, More than First Kiss, Fluffy Like a Cloud, So Much Violence, Evil Shadow Star, Bakery AU, Anti–Rebecca Firestone
Chapter 1: Everything Will Be Okay, I Promise
Author’s Note: Hi, and welcome to my fic! You’re probably wondering who I am. I’m not exactly new to the Extraordinaries fandom, but I’ve decided to start fresh given … certain events that I can’t really talk about due to … reasons. So, new me, new screen name! I’ve worked hard on this, and I can’t wait for you to see where it goes. I live for comments, so please let me know what you think! Unless you’re going to be a jerk, then don’t even bother. And MIND THE TAGS. This is hardcore anti–Rebecca Firestone and I won’t apologize for it. This is beta read by my awesome boyfriend. YOU ARE THE BEST!!!
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Nash Bellin groaned as his alarm went off. Given that he owned his own bakery/detective agency, he was used to the early hours, but some days, it wasn’t easy crawling out of bed at three in the morning, even if scones needed baking and crime needed fighting. It didn’t help that his ADHD caused his brain to never shut up, but he’d learned that having a disorder didn’t make him disordered. It was part of him, his very own superpower.
He reached over and slammed his hand against the alarm, cutting it off. He yawned, stretching his arms above his head. He groaned as his back popped deliciously. He was about to push himself out of bed when a crash came from below.
Nash shot upright, heart thundering in his chest. The crash had come from downstairs in his bakery that also served as client intake. He’d lived above his shop for close to a year and had never had a problem. He thought quickly as he climbed out of bed, wincing at the cold floor against his bare feet. If someone was breaking in to steal, they’d quickly realize they’d messed with the wrong baker detective.
He crept toward the door, grabbing the baseball bat his father had given him, even though baseball was the most boring game ever created. He clutched the ash handle, choking up on the grip like Dad showed him. He opened the door.
Silence.
He moved quickly and quietly toward the stairs. He stopped at the top, peering down into the darkness. He thought he heard a low groan, but it could have just been the wind.
He took the steps one at a time, avoiding the next-to-last step that always creaked. When he reached