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One Bad Decision

a small fic based off of this prompt submitted to the wonderful @taylor-tut! i had such an urge to write it when i saw it, so here it is. enjoy!


Lance was absolutely trashed.

When his buddy had said the fraternity on the edge of campus was having a little get together and a few beers, he had agreed to join them. What he hadn’t expected was for the frat house to be holding literally the biggest party since he started.

The music was shaking him to his core as the bass pounded and rattled the house, all fragile items having been removed from places where they could fall, as he stumbled through the crowd of people dancing and drinking.

Another shot was shoved towards him, and before he could process it the clear, burning liquid was flowing down his throat and warming his insides. “Hey, dude,” he calls over the music to his friend whom he had come with.

“I’m gon’ get goin’! Got work t'morrow at 10.” His voice came out slurred and barely recognizable to himself before he waved and stumbled out the front door, feet dragging down the stairs. His limbs felt heavy with alcohol.

In the back of his mind his conscience something told him to not drive, that it wasn’t safe, but the drunk devil overpowered that voice. Instead, he grabbed his keys from his pocket.

His vision was blurred and doubling from the sheer amount of alcohol in his bloodstream, hands shaking slightly as he struggles to slide the key into the lock of his shitty car.

After a few attempts the metal finally lined up and he slid it in, unlocking the car and hopping inside. He repeated the struggle once he sat inside the hunk of metal and tried to start it, finally managing to turn the car on after 10 minutes of failing miserably.

Smacking his lips, lids drooping a bit, he pulled out of the crowded driveway and down the busy street, doing his best to avoid the cars that lined the sides as he headed out onto the main road.

Humming gently he flicked on the radio, clicking onto his favorite station to listen to something as he headed back to his dorm. Bobbing his head a bit to the beat, he saw his phone brighten out of the corner of his eye.

Turning to the phone to read whatever message had popped up, he saw that a friend of his was telling him to make sure he got home safe. He merely nodded before turning back to the road– just as he ran the first red light.

Thankfully it was late and there was no one else at the intersection, he told himself quietly as he proceeded on to the next light. This time he slowed to a stop– or rather, slammed down on the brake, and watched other cars zip past.

As soon as his light turned green he sped off, feeling the wheel jerking a bit beneath his hands and causing the car to swerve as they moved along the road.

One second he was coming up to a third light, the next second there was a car in front of him.

Lance all but screamed as he yanked to a hard left and the car skidded across the pavement as he tried to avoid the other person in the intersection, the front of his car smashing into the rear side of theirs.

He saw debris flying as he was sent into the front window due to not wearing his seatbelt, feeling the glass crack beneath his weight before his body was thrown around the interior like a ragdoll while the car skidded again and began to flip rapidly.

He knew he must have been screaming as it happened, as glass dug into his skin and his head thudded against the roof over and over, but he couldn’t hear it. All he could register was the pain, the blood, and the second car incoming as his own finally landed upright.

The moments blurred together as a skid was heard from outside and this new victim slammed into the front of his already wrecked car. He felt his body fly forward while the wheels rolled back, watched himself crash through the broken front window and roll down the hood before landing onto the ground with a thud.

In the back of his mind he heard yells from the people that had gathered, distantly registered the sirens as they called the paramedics, and stared up at the stars in the sky that spun around him like the world was just moving without him.

His vision went red as blood seeped down his forehead, sticky in his hair, and into his eyes. Then everything went black.


Hunk groaned loudly as his movie night was interrupted by the phone, slowly removing himself from the couch where he sat with his housemates Shiro, Pidge, and Keith. He usually also shared it with Lance, but Lance had said something about going out and coming back late.

Quietly he grabbed the phone and paused the movie, much to the dismay of Pidge who had been very into it, and answered the phone. “Hello?… Yes, this is him.”

He felt eyes on him as he listened to the woman on the other end, feeling his stomach both drop and rise to his throat all at once before he slowly hung up and looked at them in horror. The words kept playing in his head, and he couldn’t help but echo them as he whispered out a response to their confused and worried expressions.

“It’s Lance. There’s been an accident.”

Fluffy Fic Recs

Okay, all, here’s my masterlist of happy reading as promised!  Happy endings, hurt/comfort, and quality punctuation to chase the most recent cliff hanger’s blues away.  

I will add more fics later as I sift through my bookmarks, and maybe even upload a few of my own, but for now here are some of my faves just off the top of my head.  Enjoy!


1.  Have Love Will Travel.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/565455

This is probably my personal favorite, and probably the fandom’s most popular fic after Twist and Shout.  Perfect blend of fluff, plot, developed characters, and emotionally involving storyline.  It is multi-chapter, however, so be warned.  10/10. 

2.  Cowboys and Real Estate Angels.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/824325

Another really sweet fic, in which Dean is a rodeo star and Cas is an unhappy realtor who’s been crushing on him since his childhood.  Tugs at the heartstrings and offers up a wonderful ending.  10/10.  

3.  The Wind Goin’ Over my Hand.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6387790

This one gets a bit dark, as it features allusions to past abuse:  Dean is a former bully who’s changed his ways, but is throne for a loop when he meets his past victim (Castiel) living a reclusive life as a painter.  It has some wonderful hurt/comfort, realistic portrayals of each characters’ struggles, and a happy ending.  It’s not for everyone, but it’s one of my absolute favorites, and I’ll give it a 9/10 in terms of fluffiness, and 10/10 in overall quality.

4.  Hand in Hand.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9930794

This one is relatively short, but absolutely amazing.  It features touch-starved Castiel, friend-to-lover Dean, and so much cuddling.  It’s a simple premise, but it will absolutely make your heart melt with happiness, and you will absolutely cry happy tears by the time you’re through.  I’ve read it at least ten times already.  11/10.

5.  At First Sight. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4404263

In this one, Dean is a blind college professor and decorated former police officer, and Dean is the cop assigned to protect him from his recently released former enemy.  Engaging plot, lots of feels, and frequently recommended. 10/10.  

trouble in the heartland

reyes vidal/scott ryder, chapter ¼, slightly nsfw. reyes is trying to be a better man. ryder is just trying to hold it together. neither of them seem to be fooling anybody.

unsent emails, phone-comm sex, and triple-distilled whiskey ahead.

EXCERPT: 

Sometimes, Reyes had said to Keema, the way he looks at me.

Like he was seeing someone different, someone else. Someone Reyes thinks he might have been, years ago. When hope was an idea that still meant something, when he still tried to do the right thing, for the right reasons.

Reyes is a better man than you think–

Like he believed that.

Do yourself a favor, Reyes, Keema had said. Prove him wrong, before he finds out for himself.

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Nicholas Wilde and Judy Hopps

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#FindEmmaSwanAFriend

Feeling left behind by her more successful, settled friends, Emma Swan moves to Scotland on a whim. Sure, she’s winning at Instagram, but something is still missing from her new life. Fortunately, her friends back home are on it. #FindEmmaSwanAFriend goes viral. Enter Killian Jones, reluctant columnist, who is on the hunt for his newest subject, and may just have found her. CS AU.


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Thanks always to the cool-as-fuck @lenfaz, for her tireless efforts in keeping me motivated.


Killian

He could feel it, the regret, welling up in his chest, his vision blurring as he scrolled through page after page of poorly punctuated text.

14,202 responses.

14,202 people who were up for being Emma Swan’s friend, and for some reason Killian Jones had appointed himself their gatekeeper.

14,202 reasons to wish he’d never even heard the name Emma Swan.

The task itself was burdensome enough, a time suck if ever there was one. But it was the sexually aggressive come ons he encountered that really propelled it towards torture. There was no other way of saying it: Men were pigs.

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