“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.
Ross is halfway inside the underbelly of a plane when he gets the phone call. He extracts himself and hooks his wrench in his belt, feeling his pocket vibrate. His grubby hands fumble his phone out of his overalls. “Trott, mate. What’s up?”
Trott’s voice is tired. “You need to come meet me down at medical.”
“Medical? Why, did something happen?” Ross rolls out from under the plane, heart thudding in his chest.
“Smith got in a fight again.”
CW: Minor Injuries, Fighting/Bullying, mentions of homophobia. Bruises, hurtcomfort If I need to tag anything else, let me know.
When Trott had pulled Smith from the ship wreckage that came ashore during the storm, he’d thought the man to be dead, what with a leg splintered in the wrong direction. Trott didn’t ask Smith why he’d been out to sea with a forecast of bad weather; in return, Smith didn’t ask why Trott lived alone, so far from coastal cities. Smith had his own secrets, his own scars, and his own stories to rival Trott’s. Neither were willing to admit they were hiding- from themselves, or from things they couldn’t change.
CW: Illness, Injury, Shipwreck, Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Scars, mention of blades/knives/surgery(amateur medicine/stitching), talk of water/storms?
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