“I’m sorry,” Smith mumbles, “I know it bothers you when I don’t call to say I’m going to be late…”
“I can’t sleep, when you’re gone. It’s weird not having you next to me,” Trott replies.
Smith doesn’t know what to say to that. “How can I make it up to you?” he asks instead, brushing his fingers up Trott’s abdomen, “I could do you a favor. Or you could…punish me?” He smirks.
Trott glares at him, unimpressed.
“That’s not how that works.”
“I know that, but-” Smith squirms closer to him, nuzzling his way into Trott’s embrace. “I could use the reminder, couldn’t I?”
CW: BDSM, bondage. class differences. use of a belt. if I need to tag something else, let me know.
Smith can’t help but keep grinning, running his eyes along the panels of buttons and reminding himself of what they were all for. His first spaceflight, in the jets built to handle low atmospheric pressure and interplanetary warfare. His heart is thudding in his chest and his palms are sweating through his gloves. He knows Ross and Trott are watching from the sidelines, and wonders if they’re as nervous as he is.
A tracklist for a Stranger Things-Vampire the Masquerade-AU playlist, in which the Monsterhunting trio of Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve moves from Hawkins to LA post high school graduation and some college to discover poly, kink, and vampires.
Tracklist (and my vague-ish plot ideas) below the read-more. The events of Season 2 never happened.
“This is not fun, I take it back! I take it back!” Ross whined as he tried to stop his spinning in zero gravity.
“I’m going to fucking hurl.” His momentum propelled him closer to Trott, who tried to back away in panic.
“Don’t fucking puke on me, Ross. I’ll kill you.” Trott tried futilely to paddle away, to no use.
Smith was upside down, laughing so hard at his friend’s flailing that his sides hurt.
Smith, Ross, and Trott, newly recruited to the space division, experience zero gravity for the first time.
Rating: Teen (for language)
CW: mention of vomiting though it doesn’t actually happenIf I need to tag anything else, let me know.
Smith runs. His feet pound the pavement so hard it hurts, his chest tight as he forces himself up three flights of stairs to the apartment. By the time he reaches the door, he is so out of breath he can hardly get the key in the lock.
Smith gets his acceptance letter to the space division.
CW: cursing?If I need to tag anything else, let me know.