#I think something died under our dish washer cause there’s a smell

[damndude69]

we pay way too much a month for the amount of mouse shit germs we be breathing in daily

[skylariumrose]

🔥 Promare AU fic 🔥

I have adored Promare since I was able to watch it; the music, the visuals, the storytelling, and Trigger just having fun with this ridiculous movie was everything!!!

Anyway, we know how awesome the movie is, but as an eternal fic writer this fic idea popped up when reading this Sterek one-shot during the start of quarantine having just watched the movie maybe two weeks prior. So I planned it out as a 5 + 1 fic, but never posted what I started as I got into other fandoms. Now almost 2 yrs later I’m not sure if anyone would want to read it so I thought I’d share a bit of it here to see if I should continue working on it.

Tell me what you think, but most importantly, Enjoy 😊

Summary: Lio is the top model for the fashion house, Mad Burnish, based out of Promepolis, CA. But life isn’t all glitz and glamor. Lio happens to be very fire-prone in the way that fires happen when he’s around, yet he never causes them. After one such incident he is rescued by an eccentric firefighter and so starts our story...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! … WAAAHHHH!!!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! … WAAAHHHH!!!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! … WAAAHHHH!!!

Despite the piercing pitch of the fire alarm Lio finds it takes a herculean effort to open his eyes. Most people would have leaped out of their bed like they were on fire and sprinted to the nearest fire exit.

But Lio Fotia was not most people.

Since he was young he had the misfortune of being around when items seemed to want to catch on fire; like the microwave, the barbecue, his mom’s front and back lawn, the dryer, Meis’ 15th birthday, those two electrical fires, the washer, Gueria’s 21st birthday, and chemistry class… actually every chemistry class.

After so many occurrences Lio found himself immune to the life-saving siren and was very much considering staying in bed throughout the likely false alarm.

But it was better to be safe than sorry.

With a great deal of mental and verbal mumbling, Lio counts to ten and forcibly begins to roll himself out of his comfortable and extremely warm bed. Three rolls and he makes it to the edge of his wide bed and lets his feet touch the cool floor. Stretching out the kinks in his back Lio shuffles to his living-room and is instantly hit by the heady smell of wood burning waking him up faster than his morning cup of coffee.

Running to his door, he reaches for the door knob before remembering that it would be hot and runs to grab an oven mitt to unlocks his door. Opening it a billowing wave of heavy hot black smoke rolls over him, stinging his eyes as he just makes out the bright yellow and red flames faintly across the hall. In his surprise, Lio sucks in a breath of the noxious fog and begins coughing harshly. Slamming the door and chucking the mitt off, Lio snatches his dish towel off the oven handle and shoves it under the crack of the door as he tries to remember if he was supposed to do that.

Is this how I die?

Most people in his profession around his age died from drugs, eating disorders, or passion fueled murder. But leave it to Lio to die by something he’s grown accustom to.

Just then the sirens from multiple rescue vehicles breaks him out of his dreadful thoughts and has him running out to his balcony. Opening the doors, the cool February wind hits Lio square in the face, but the adrenaline keeps him warm. Looking out, he sees three ambulances coming towards the driveway and as he leans down he see one fire truck going around the other side of the high rise and another one starting to extend its ladder up towards him.

“STAY CALM!”

Looking down to where the unbelievably loud shout came from Lio thinks he sees someone with blue hair, but between flashes of red and blue lights they disappear. Until they reappear in the most startling fashion.

“Don’t worry! Your rescuer, Galo Thymos, is here to save you!”

Lio’s head snaps up to find that the ladder had reached him and a firefighter with the biggest and dumbest grin Lio had ever been on the other side of. Reaching out, the firefighter leans over the banister and scoops Lio off his balcony with disorientating ease. He holds him close with only one arm under his legs as he uses the other one help him down the ladder. Lio, in turn, holds onto the man with all his might as his throat aches in discomfort and his heart jumps in surprise.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” This Galo Thymos says gently as he descends the ladder quickly.

And he was right. Something about him made Lio feel safe, that he was never in danger of falling.

Finally reaching the bottom Lio couldn’t hold in the prickly sensations crawling up his throat and lets loose a storm of coughing. As the coughs subsides just enough for Lio to blinks away his tears and see a disgruntled mustached man, wearing sunglasses at night, stomping over to them.

“Galo, I didn’t clear raising the ladder,” The larger man chides Galo as he looms over him.

“I know Captain, but he was the only one out on the balcony and Remi and Varys are busy with the blaze and Lucia is helping Aina with air evac.”

The Captain’s brow furrows before he nods back, “Get him to a set of paramedics and then get back. We’re going in.”

“Yes sir.” Galo salutes, all while still holding Lio steady.

Before Lio can ask him to put him down Galo is running him over to an ambulance and sitting him in the open back, the paramedics over with a cluster of other residents by their cars. Taking his helmet off, Lio’s burning eyes are assaulted by the navy hair mohawk this Galo was sporting, but he leaning in and all Lio can see are blazing blue eyes full of worry.

“You breathed in smoke didn’t you.” Galo says to him, but Lio can only stares back silently.

I’m in shock, aren’t I?

Lio tries to speak, but is immediately besieged by coughing again and all he can do is nod. It’s enough for Galo to get him an oxygen tank and mask. Gently placing the mask over his head, making sure it didn’t pinch his hair or ears, Galo smiles softly before saying seriously,

“Okay. Breathe in slowly for me. In and out.”

Taking a deep, but slow inhale, Lio’s body starts to tremble with anxiety as his mind catches up with his near death experience. Then another gust of wind slams into him and the cold shakes him as much as the fear. Being barefoot and dressed in only briefs and an oversized shirt didn’t do much in the way of protecting him from the elements.

Shivering and curling around himself Lio tries to focus on his breathing and block out the biting wind. Inhaling another breath of clean oxygen, the cool air is suddenly cut off and jolts Lio out of his serene revere. Opening his eyes, not realizing he had closed them, Lio finds himself surrounded by a heavy firefighter jacket. Realizing what it was Lio’s lips twitch into a smile before he looks up to thank Galo, but his words fall short at the sight.

He was shirtless.

Well except for an arm strap band thing that covered the man’s left arm, but besides that he now looked more like a calendar pin-up then an actual firefighter. And with his wide silly grin Lio is sure that he doesn’t comprehend what’s wrong here.

“That should keep you warm. I’ll try to check on you after the blaze has been extinguished by my burning firefighting soul!” Galo exclaims before he slamming his helmet back on and running back to his Captain, who chucks another jacket and a mask at him and they disappear into the front of his apartment building.

Lio stares at the doors until he blinks and realizes he didn’t imagine what just happen and sinks into the borrowed jacket trying to come to terms with tonight. But sinking into the jacket, that smelled of evergreens, it lulls Lio into a sense of calm and lets the exhaustion hit him take him under with the guise of restful sleep.

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A bright light in his eyes wakes him up, though mostly makes him grumpier more than anything. Lio tries to shield his eyes, but his wrist is gently grasped and it forces himself to open his eyes to see two EMTs leaning over him, one with a pen light.

“How are you feeling sir?” The lady with the pen light asks.

Moving the mask away as the other paramedic helps him sit up Lio answers, “Tired.”

“Like a headache?”

“No just tired. I was working from 7 AM to 11 PM.”

“So you only got about three to four hours of sleep.” The man behind him says as he slides a hand and a chilled stethoscope up his back, “Did you inhale any smoke?”

“For a short while, but yes. When I opened my door.”

“Okay, I’m going to check your breathing. Deep breathes.”

As he does that the woman paramedic, her tag saying Song, checks his pulse and then his eyes again.

“Do you know how long you were on the oxygen?” Song asks.

Shaking his head ‘no’ he explains, “After a firefighter, a Galo Thymos, saved me from my apartment he brought me over here. But I don’t know when that was.”

The two of them share an exasperated sigh at that and the man behind him says it’s been about twenty minutes since they saw Thymos. Now remembering his ordeal clearly, Lio looks around for Galo, but sees the trucks had gone and people were starting to walk back into the building or were coming out with suitcases and going to their cars.

I guess he couldn’t stay around. Maybe another call?

While he was out the firefighters had given the building the all-clear for people to re-enter saying only six apartments where ruined, but the integrity of the building was secured. After Song told him this Lio is released with a clean bill of health and a warning from Song to have his doctor also confirm what they had before telling him to try and get some sleep.

As he trudges up the nine flights of stairs, not wanting to wait in the line for the elevators, Lio keeps reminding himself to text Thyma about the fire and how he needed his day cleared tomorrow… today… so he could get some sleep. Getting to his door he was pleasantly excited that in his haste to close the door he didn’t lock it. Pushing hard on the door to move the towel stuffed under the door, Lio stumbles into his apartment and makes for his bed like a man going for an oasis in a desert. Flopping unceremoniously onto it with a deep sigh Lio soaks in his bed fleeting warmth before grunting and rolling with the intent to reach for his phone. But his attempt to leave a message for his assistant is stopped when his arm won’t move past a certain point. Looking to it Lio sees he’s dilemma.

He was still wearing the firefighter’s jacket.

Sitting up and rolling off the bottom of it, Lio glances down at Galo’s jacket blankly, unsure of what he should feel at accidently poaching a city worker’s uniform. Pushing those thoughts away for now Lio reaches out to his bedside table and grabs his phone to type out a quick message to Thyma about him taking a sick day.

As he settles back into his bed, still wrapped in the jacket, Lio marvels at how warm it was as he wonders how he’ll go about return it. But the heat it radiates stops those thoughts and with its arboreal smell soothes him to sleep once again.

[agoddamnbeautifulidiot]

Flicker of Hope

Chapter Eleven: The Agreement

A/N: Hope you all enjoy it! Send me some feedback. Love you all <3

Radio silence. 

Three full days of radio silence.

And yes, maybe it was self inflicted. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. 

The moment you’d kissed Niall, you’d felt every dream you’d ever had come true. And then he’d opened his mouth.

“Oh.”

That one word will haunt you for the rest of your life. The panic and fear you’d experienced after had driven you all the way outside and several blocks down before you’d hailed a cab and went back to your flat, tail firmly between your legs.

You’d buried yourself in work. It was the only way to cope. The tab to buy plane tickets had been opened and closed more times than you could count. Running as far away as possible seemed like an excellent idea until you’d realized the only place you could go would be home. With all of the drama with your sister and Josh, you’d decided it was better to handle that from an ocean away.

So here you are, three days and six hours into your self forced isolation. Coffee mugs and empty take away containers litter your table, surrounding your computer and the same spot you’ve been sat in since you woke up.

The buzzer by your door sounds and the hope that it’s Niall causes a skip of your heart. You deflate when you realize it’s probably just the delivery for the lunch you ordered.

Pressing the button, you grab your purse for the tip and wait as the elevator chugs up the one flight to your door. When it opens, it’s not at all what you’d expected.

“I wanna know what the hell is going on!” Tara demands as she storms past you and into the apartment. Mouth wide, you turn and watch her take in the space. “It’s disgusting in here, what’ve you been doing?”

Your mouth opens and closes several times, but no sounds comes out.

Tara crosses her arms and stares at you expectantly. After a moment, she sighs. “Alright, you and Niall are being very mums-the-word right now and I don’t like it. It’s my job to be in the loop.”

“Niall?” It’s all you can say and it’s practically a whisper.

“Yes, Niall. Ya know, dark hair, blue eyes. Wears those ridiculous caps that we all pretend to hate but secretly love. Niall.” The confused look she gives you speaks volumes. Apparently Niall wasn’t talking about any of it either. “So are you gonna pony up and tell me what happened or do I have to try to ring it out of him again?”

At your silence, she rolls her eyes and removes her jacket. She grabs several mugs off of your table and carries them to the sink.

“I dunno what’s gone on between the two of you, but you’d better figure it out. I’ve got a sulking pop star on my hands and from the looks of it, you’re in no better shape.” She continues to clean up the mess you’ve made, throwing away empty containers and rinsing out mugs for the dish washer. “Thank goodness Niall has someone to do his hair and make him up or he’d probably look like you right now.” 

Brows furrowed, you glance down at your sweats and faded t-shirt. Your hand goes to your hair, the bun on your head floppy against your hand and you’re sure that Tara has to be right.

“It’s just been a rough couple of days.” You find your voice, running your hands down your shirt to brush off any dirt or crumbs.

Tara nods suspiciously. “Well if you’d tell me why, maybe I could help.” When you shake your head, she sighs. “The two of you are literally the most stubborn people I’ve ever met. I’m gonna go gray because of you idiots.”

“Hey!” It’s a half hearted protest and only serves to make her snort and shake her head at you. Crossing your arms, you enter full pout mode.

“Don’t give me that face,” Tara warns, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel and leaning against the counter, eyes trained on your face. “I’m serious though, if you need to talk I’m here.”

The soft way she says it makes tears press at the back of your eyes. Shaking your head, you open your mouth, sighing when the buzzer saves you from bearing your soul.

You press the button to open the door, giving a sigh of relief when the elevator opens and the delivery guy steps out. Once he hands you the food and gets his tip, you shut the door and turn back to Tara. She’s just watching you, arms crossed and eyes slightly narrowed.

“You’re holed up in your apartment, living off of tea and take away so I’m going to safely assume it’s something he did and not the other way around.” There’s a slight question attached, but you simply shrug and start pulling food out of the bag. Tara grabs two plates and helps you dish out the Chinese for both of you. Apparently she wasn’t going to leave until you’d come out with it.

You sit, side by side on your couch. Tara makes small talk and you make an effort to respond in a way you think will make her happy.

Afterwards, she makes the both of you tea and you realize how nice it is to have someone take care of you after three days of your own miserable company. You sip it, staring out the window by your chair as she watches you closely.

“Y/N,” She says it so softly that you have to look at her. “I’m your friend. Please tell me what happened.”

You can’t stop the tears when they start and it’s the first time you’ve let yourself cry over this. Tara scoots towards you and rubs her hand soothingly up and down your back.

“I’m such an idiot, Tara.” She’s shakes her head, but you just nod your head. “I let myself think that he was—that we were—and then I just kissed him.”

Tara’s hand stops and her eyebrows shoot up. “You kissed Niall.” It’s not a question. She knows you’d never make anything like this up.

With a nod, you rub your sleeves under your eyes and nose, sniffling in an effort to hold yourself together.

“And what did Niall say about that?”

Sniffling, you let out a small sigh. “‘Oh.’”

Tara blinks at you for a moment, eyebrows furrowed as she takes in what you’ve said. “He said ‘oh’?” At your nod, she starts to rub your back again, the look on her face one of confusion. “What does ‘oh’ even mean? Why would he say ‘oh’?” You shrug lightly. “Well what did he say after that?”

“I don’t know. I left after that. Didn’t need to actually hear him tell me he didn’t want that with me.” One of her eyebrows raise and with Tara, you know that means business.

“So you left,” She sighs and pulls her arm back. “Didn’t even let him get another word out? My god you’re both idiots.”

“Hey!” Tara stands up and grabs her phone off the table.

She seems to push several things before lifting the phone to her ear. “Hello idiot #2. I’m over here with idiot #1,” You glare at her but she ignores you. “And we’d love it if you joined us.” She’s quiet for a moment. “Yes, now get your arse over here.” Hanging up the phone, she gives you a hard look up and down. “You’ve got thirty minutes. Go shower and put on something that doesn’t smell.” 

Helping pull you off the couch, she gives you a decent shove over towards your room. With Tara, there’s no arguing so you don’t bother to try.

Once you’re in the shower, you take a moment to breathe. Obviously, that had been Niall that Tara had called. The thought of seeing him again after what you’d done was really messing with your head. When you started rubbing conditioner on your body instead of body wash, you knew it was time to get out.

Finding an outfit was easy. Niall had seen you in just about everything, so you didn’t feel the need to try to impress him. Jeans and a simple t-shirt seemed the perfect outfit to maybe lose your best friend in.

“Stop it,” you harshly whisper to yourself. “Those thoughts aren’t helping anyone.”

When you hear the front door open and close, your nerves start again tenfold. You press your ear to the bedroom door and strain to hear as Tara brings Niall inside and forces him to sit down on the couch. Steeling your nerves, you slowly pull the door open.

The living room gets quiet and you come around the corner. Niall’s eyes find yours and you look away quickly, finding Tara’s gaze. She glances between the two of you.

“Alright, I’m gonna leave you idiots to deal with this.” You and Niall both give her a slightly desperate look. “Nope, you lot are on your own. No running away,” She points at you and then Niall. “You’re here until you figure this out.” 

When Tara’s gone, you and Niall sit in silence. He on the couch and you in your chair across the room. You can feel his eyes on you, yet you can’t bring yourself to meet them.

He sighs. In your peripheral vision, you see him lean forward and place his elbows on his knees.

“Least ya could do is look at me,” He says softly.

Slowly, cautiously, you raise your eyes to meet his. His eyes are a sea of emotional. Blue and gray that calls to you; has always called to you.

“There she is,” His voice melts over you and you’re suddenly nervous again. “Let’s talk about dis, yeah?”

Keeping quiet, you let him take the lead. “Alright so,” He sighs again. “The other day, we were—when I said—“ Rubbing his hand down his face, he stands up to pace. “I just—I just wanna know why.”

Your voice is stuck in your throat as your mouth opens and closes around no sound.

Niall’s hands go up and then to his hips as he looks at you. “Why would ya kiss me and then just leave? What we’re ya thinkin’ den? What in the hell are ya thinkin’ now? I just need ya to talk—“

“I wanna forget about it.” You blurt loudly. Niall stops, hands going to his hips as he stares at you. “I don’t know what I was thinking, it didn’t mean anything.” His eyes watch you, a little something like hurt flashing for just a moment. “I just want to forget about it and go back to our lives.”

The room is silent and still as Niall stares at you and you avoid his glance.

When he clears his throat, you glance up at him to see him nodding. “Alright. We’ll move on. It was a mistake and we can just pretend it never happened.” The stab to your heart almost makes you lose your composure. Niall grabs his coat and pulls it on. “I’ll see ya tomorrow at the airport?” At your nod, he clears his throat awkwardly and gives a small wave. “Alright. See ya.”

He’s out the door before you can convince yourself to change your mind. When the tears start to fall, you don’t stop them. Despite the fact that you’d both agreed to move on, you had the distinct feeling your relationship with Niall would never be the same.