#Sraped Knees

[kybercrystals94]

Scraped Knees

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023|Day 15|Prompt 15: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.” | “I’m fine.”

Rating: G

Words: 739

Summary: Set directly after Season 1 Episode 3 “Replacements”

Omega waits until the ship falls almost entirely silent before she tries to sneak out of her new room. She practices the quiet footfalls she learned from following Hunter on Kamino, creeping down the dim hall to where she remembered Wrecker pointing out the med kit during his grand tour of the Marauder. Her knees burn where the fabric of her leggings rubs on the raw skin from where she fell following the Ordo Moon Dragon into its den.

After glancing up at the cockpit where Hunter has first watch, Omega carefully pulls the kit off the shelf and lifts the lid, setting it aside. She frowns as she stares into the messy array of medical supplies. Great. So much for being quiet, she thinks sourly. All she needs is bandages, and maybe some antibiotic ointment to prevent any infection. She begins her search, quickly finding bandages, but struggling to find the antibiotic. She is debating on how necessary the ointment is when a voice says above her, “What are you doing?”

Omega wishes she could deny the pathetic squeak of alarm that escapes her lungs before she clasps both hands over her mouth, dropping the bandages back into the chaos of the kit. Curses!

“Hunter,” she says, looking up at the Sargent. She isn’t sure if he meant to sneak up on her or not, but by the guilty look on his face, she suspects not. Omega scrambles to her feet. “Sorry. I just—sorry. Uhm…”

Hunter looks down at the med kit. “Are you hurt, kid?” he asks.

Omega’s cheeks burn with embarrassment, though she can’t decide if it’s more from being caught sneaking into the med kit or having to admit she’s hurt. Needing bandages for scraped up knees sounds so childish when compared to the injuries her brothers must’ve sustained over their lives as soldiers. “No, I’m fine. Really.”

Hunter gives her a look, and Omega can’t hold his gaze, averting her eyes to the shadows in the corner.

“Omega,” Hunter says gently but firmly, “in this squad, we do not hide injuries.”

“It’s not an injury,” Omega protests, “I just sorta scraped my knees up when I was crawling around in that cave on Ordo Moon. It’s nothing!”

“Let me be the judge of that,” Hunter says, picking up the med kit and nodding toward the cockpit.

Omega frowns, but follows Hunter, climbing into the copilot’s seat. She rolls up her leggings to expose the torn-up skin on her knees. Honestly, it looks and feels worse than it actually is, she knows; however, the expression on Hunter’s face when he kneels down in front of her to examine the damage for himself makes her eyes burn. He looks so…concerned. Over something so minor. Whenever something like this happened in the lab, Nala Se would tell Omega she was more than capable of taking care of herself.

“‘Mega,” he says softly, “You should have told us.”

Omega blinks, surprised by the nickname. She’s never had a nickname before…unless she counted being called kid…

“I didn’t want to be a bother,” Omega says. She sniffs and roughly rubs a fist over her eyes to hide the tears that come.

Hunter smiles at her, a small thing that is barely noticeable, but she sees it. “It’s never a bother to take care of our own, Omega. You don’t know how many bloodied scrapes I’ve cleaned up and bandaged over the years, for all our brothers, and they’ve done the same for me. And you’re one of us now, right?”

Omega nods. She doesn’t trust her voice to come out without wobbling.

“That means,” Hunter continues, starting to rummage through the med kit, “when you get hurt, no matter how small you think it is, you’ll let one of us know, right?”

Omega nods again.

Hunter works with practiced ease, and with a gentleness Omega hadn’t entirely expected from a soldier. When he is finished, Omega rolls her leggings back into place while Hunter puts away the med kit. When he returns, Omega smiles at him. “Thank you, Hunter.”

“Sure thing, kid,” Hunter says, ruffling her hair. “You’d better get back to bed.”

“Yes, sir!” Omega slides out of the seat. She walks back to her gunner’s mount room feeling lighter.

As she curls back up under her blankets, hugging Lula close, she decides that having brothers is even better than she imagined it would be.

END

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[thelastkoalabear]

It's about a charactor in a video game that's like super messed up but you know what. You're right.

If I could taste the Devine I would want to s

Asterisks winter. Her skin would be cold with the texture of ice but I would still melt into her like it was the warmest day on earth. I would srape and dig my little nails into her skin as she chuckles and coos and pets my head. She knows that I'll miss her when she leaves but each region is sweeter then the last. And each parting leaves me on my knees begging for my Devine to grace me just one more time with those eyes of hers

frrrrrrrr I'd get all bundled up in my warmest clothes to cuddle with her and overheat like crazy any time I'm not glued to her side. like her little toy. like a pursedog that should really just follow her around bc it's not like I have anything better to do. just constantly connected at the hip shivering at every touch

[joos-ten-10]

The Foxes as dumb injuries I’ve gotten :)

Kevin: fell over a baby gate thinking it was open. it was not. sprained wrist.

Neil: slipped while running on rocks and got oysters stuck in his kneecap. not fun pulling out the pieces.

Nicky: playing octopus and fell into a drain indent in the concrete. sprained ankle. not fun.

Dan: a really big and deep scrape up the front of her shin from pressing the razor too hard while shaving. it was a new blade. how could she determine how hard to press it?

Aaron: just multiple scrapes on the knees from being clumsy.

Andrew: a very specific srape right on the top of the foot. nobody knows how he got it. he’ll never tell anyone he fell down the stairs and hyperextended his foot.

Allison: an ingrown toenail from wearing too pointy shoes. they were heels, too, so it definitely wasn’t fun.

Matt: a staple in the thumb because he was trying to put them in the stapler and pressed down. had to get it removed with local anaesthetic.

Renee: got pushed over while on roller skates and bruised her tailbone. couldn’t walk properly for like a week after.

[primusdemoniccreatrix]

New Year, new discovery of a memory: just remembered when I ate shit in concrete and my knee was scraped so bad it actually sraped off bone, not like to the bone but THE BONE ITSELF got scraped and I remembered how hard I cried and my parents did nothing, I was only offered tissues and not even a hug. Mind you I was about 6, so yeah little me learned from a long time ago I have to do things myself.

No hug, no concern, just a tissue and 'you learned not to do stupid shit again, dumb child? That's what I thought' from my parents andddd yeah.

Welp, new traumatic memory unlocked.

Also Pope Benedict is dead so yay ig

[tuwam]

the first time ahyeon talks about him, it’s when she’s on her way home for the shoot. @consilian 

she’s not completely on her way back, they’re going to pick up areum from art class. ahyeon always wants to go home after a shoot, at least to get the shoes off her feet. or if anything she likes staying at the studio watching people for other shoots, the adults if she’s lucky. she watches people smile when she says she wants to be the older commercial. smile as they curl her hair and say someday. ahyeon knows that smile though. it’s the smile her dad gives areum when she says she wants to be a derby champion.

she knows.

so she complains when they take the pins out her hair, making them have to take longer. runs around in the dress so that she can’t return it for a while. complains about a stomachache so they get her soup and she waits and watches. watches the bigger girls do what she’s only started to do. watches the bigger girls in their complicated makeup with their complicated instructions, got through everything she does.

and for a moment she’s not sure they’re doing the same thing. not yet.

she’s trying harder these days. and it seems like the people around her aren’t trying at all. another reason why she’s a little upset at having to go pick up areum. she’s annoyed and sometimes her mom tells her not to make the faces she does when she’s annoyed but she can’t help it. she’s expressive, one of the positive things about the fact that she acts. she thinks she was able to convey that annoyance to that kid as well. that kid being donghyuck, her partner for today’s shoot and the reason she just wants to go home and hug her father.

because donghyuck had been frustrating. and ahyeon knows about frustration, knows about the little boys in class who still pull her hair. knows about areum getting paint all over her dress. knows at least about things that make her stomach churn and how she wants nothing to do with it. donghyuck is frustrating and even as she’d said it the hair stylist had laughed and smiled in her face.

adults don’t even understand the things they claim kids don’t.

ahyeon understands that the look on donghyuck’s face during shoots is the one on her face right now. she can’t just get up and leave the shoot but in that moment, when they were given a command to hold hands and he wouldn’t - in that moment she considered telling him to leave.

“he’s annoying.” ‘ahyeon that’s not nice,’ is what her mother had said.  “he doesn’t care.” ‘who doesn’t care.’ areum says that as she bounds in, face covered in paint and knees sraped up. ahyeon can’t say things like dirty anymore because she’s learned it’s not right. it’s why she didn’t grimace the first time she’d seen donghyuck. whether she liked it or not. she grimaces at her sister though, fingers a little grimy and still covered in paint. “you, you’re getting my dress dirty.” ahyeon moves closer to the window. areum, classy as ever, sticks her tongue out. ‘am not, you’re sitting three hundred feet away.’ “i wish.” ‘I WISH.’ ‘girls.’

they stop like that, areum reaching for the food she usually forgets to eat when she’s at art classes.

‘areum, how are you going to take lessons if your legs are all scraped up.’ their mother doesn’t even ask how anymore. everyone’s stopped asking because usually, “taewoon said my painting was ugly so - i pushed him.” usually areum will tell them anyway. ‘areum.’ as usual their mother is beside herself. worried less about how ahyeon did at today’s shoot, how much praise she got and instead how areum’s wasting the time she has. “mom, I was telling you my story!” she ahyeon grabs it back, heels knocking against the seat. ‘i’m sorry dear. areum we’ll talk later.’ areum shrugs, picking at the paint on her fingers and ahyoen grins, nails tapping as she launches back into her tale of the boy with the sticky fingers and the mischievous grin.

ahyeon’s not sure why she has to endure this. donghyuck running around the shoot, going missing for minutes at a time and bringing back something he found in the studio. scaring her when bursts into the makeup room and threatening to grab at her new dress with his hands. hands covered in camera film ink. she’s not sure what she’d done to deal with this but she’s not about to stand it. she keeps her composure as he paces about the room, waiting for his turn. she watches him carefully, she’s been counting the minutes since his last word.

“don’t.” and she catches him before he launches. ‘wasn’t gonna do anything.’ “wasn’t gonna let you.” her eyes are still now, kind of how she has to watch areum whenever she pulls out her paint. donghyuck’s behind the stylist, peering at her carefully and the blush they start to put on her cheeks.

‘you’re gonna be pink like a clown.’ “says you.” because what do boys know about makeup anyway. she’s going to be rosy and she’s excited. but he just frowns at that, the little one he does whenever the stylists bring out new words or new equipment. he doesn’t jump into it like curious people do, like how ahyeon does with new scenes and new techniques. she knows that much.

‘you let them put chalk on your face.’ “you let them tie a leash around your neck.” ‘it’s a tie.’ “this is blush.”

they’ve become like this recently. silly back and forth quips, holding each other’s gaze in the mirror. before it had been serious, now they just laugh at one another, the air getting easier to bear.

‘oh.’ “oh.” but she’s smiling at that, because when he gets embarrassed he colors interestingly, and always gets upset when she notices. the older ahyeon gets, the easier she can tell the influence her presence has. her mother says it’s smart, her father says it’s dangerous.

‘don’t laugh at me.’ “don’t say silly things.”

donghyuck colors again. ahyeon laughs even more.

‘he likes you.’ “no.” areum doesn’t have practice today, punishment for skipping out on her ballet lessons for skating lessons. for a month. so she’s in the car when their father comes to get them. this time because their mother has an engagement and she wants them all there when lessons are over. a simple little party, but as time goes on ahyeon gets to wear things she’s only dreamed of.  ‘guys mess with girls they like.’ “you mess with me all the time.” ‘you’re my sister.’ “unfortunately.” ‘girls.’

with their father, things are just as absolute. they see him less these days so they both get quiet in favor of spending the time they can with him.

‘dad, do boys mess with you when they like you, even when they’re mature enough to say so.’ “i would’ve pulled your mother’s hair if I met her at a younger age.” ‘that’s stupid.’ “boys are stupid.” ahyeon expects her father to scold her for using the word. she tries not to use it often, to come up with different ways to express what she means. reading always helps her for the speaking roles she’s started acquiring and her mother always seems so fond to see her doing it. instead, when she looks up, her father is laughing, she can tell from the front mirror. beside himself laughing. it makes her smile, first genuine one all day. areum launches into an attack about why ahyeon can say it and she can’t but ahyeon doesn’t bother with it.

‘you’re always reading.’ “you’re always watching me read.”

she has to though, she’s got bigger roles now, television roles in the works. her hair’s in pigtails and she’s started putting in accessories she likes, in her hair and around her neck. she loves it. somehow with all her diligence and his indifference, they still have shoots together. somehow she’s gotten used to it all.

“things interest me.” is all she has to say. in that regard ahyeon’s like her sister, the things they like, they do without regret and despite resistance. it’s why she knows her sister is out at a derby competition and will probably be grounded later today if she can’t sneak into her room quietly. “what interests you?” she has no reason to ask, no reason to expect he’ll tell her, but all these years of knowing each other and she has no idea. when ahyeon hears nothing she holds her page to look at him, her mom’s latest collection dangling as her head moves.

donghyuck’s strangest looks are when he’s deep in thought. mainly because he doesn’t let others catch him in it. ahyeon catches a lot these days though. catches how the other teen star she’s been working with, tends to hold her around the waist, instead of the arm how they used to. how she prefers donghyuck whose hands will clam and he’ll just let go if he wants. he holds it for a while and she considers just getting back to her book. the show is supposed to be an adaptation the book so she’s familiarizing herself.

instead he’s looking at her. 

‘not this.’ and he shrugs with the response. ahyeon finds in that moment she isn’t surprised. instead, she gives a hum. they only break when the stylist comes in to get them both.

she’s not surprised that that’s one of the first times she thinks she knows him a little better. and one of the last few times they’re in a studio together.

[evilness-is-here]

She sat up, looking at her sraped knees. “Kind of..”

Opposites attract

Ariel was hanging out at the bar, wearing her leather jacket. She sipped her drink quietly and just thought to herself. Every so often she’d say a simple, “Fuck off,” to any guy trying to hit on her. Knowing the bartender enough, he’d also help with getting guys to leave her alone if it got to be too much.

She did notice the musician playing that night, definitely was someone she didn’t recognize as someone who played there before. Smiling, she sipped her drink and listened.

@hundredmemedash

[amorfista]

"'Mega" is the sweetest little thing. Of course she doesn't want to bother anyone. Well guess what I would die for her.

Scraped Knees

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023|Day 15|Prompt 15: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.” | “I’m fine.”

Rating: G

Words: 739

Summary: Set directly after Season 1 Episode 3 “Replacements”

Omega waits until the ship falls almost entirely silent before she tries to sneak out of her new room. She practices the quiet footfalls she learned from following Hunter on Kamino, creeping down the dim hall to where she remembered Wrecker pointing out the med kit during his grand tour of the Marauder. Her knees burn where the fabric of her leggings rubs on the raw skin from where she fell following the Ordo Moon Dragon into its den.

After glancing up at the cockpit where Hunter has first watch, Omega carefully pulls the kit off the shelf and lifts the lid, setting it aside. She frowns as she stares into the messy array of medical supplies. Great. So much for being quiet, she thinks sourly. All she needs is bandages, and maybe some antibiotic ointment to prevent any infection. She begins her search, quickly finding bandages, but struggling to find the antibiotic. She is debating on how necessary the ointment is when a voice says above her, “What are you doing?”

Omega wishes she could deny the pathetic squeak of alarm that escapes her lungs before she clasps both hands over her mouth, dropping the bandages back into the chaos of the kit. Curses!

“Hunter,” she says, looking up at the Sargent. She isn’t sure if he meant to sneak up on her or not, but by the guilty look on his face, she suspects not. Omega scrambles to her feet. “Sorry. I just—sorry. Uhm…”

Hunter looks down at the med kit. “Are you hurt, kid?” he asks.

Omega’s cheeks burn with embarrassment, though she can’t decide if it’s more from being caught sneaking into the med kit or having to admit she’s hurt. Needing bandages for scraped up knees sounds so childish when compared to the injuries her brothers must’ve sustained over their lives as soldiers. “No, I’m fine. Really.”

Hunter gives her a look, and Omega can’t hold his gaze, averting her eyes to the shadows in the corner.

“Omega,” Hunter says gently but firmly, “in this squad, we do not hide injuries.”

“It’s not an injury,” Omega protests, “I just sorta scraped my knees up when I was crawling around in that cave on Ordo Moon. It’s nothing!”

“Let me be the judge of that,” Hunter says, picking up the med kit and nodding toward the cockpit.

Omega frowns, but follows Hunter, climbing into the copilot’s seat. She rolls up her leggings to expose the torn-up skin on her knees. Honestly, it looks and feels worse than it actually is, she knows; however, the expression on Hunter’s face when he kneels down in front of her to examine the damage for himself makes her eyes burn. He looks so…concerned. Over something so minor. Whenever something like this happened in the lab, Nala Se would tell Omega she was more than capable of taking care of herself.

“‘Mega,” he says softly, “You should have told us.”

Omega blinks, surprised by the nickname. She’s never had a nickname before…unless she counted being called kid…

“I didn’t want to be a bother,” Omega says. She sniffs and roughly rubs a fist over her eyes to hide the tears that come.

Hunter smiles at her, a small thing that is barely noticeable, but she sees it. “It’s never a bother to take care of our own, Omega. You don’t know how many bloodied scrapes I’ve cleaned up and bandaged over the years, for all our brothers, and they’ve done the same for me. And you’re one of us now, right?”

Omega nods. She doesn’t trust her voice to come out without wobbling.

“That means,” Hunter continues, starting to rummage through the med kit, “when you get hurt, no matter how small you think it is, you’ll let one of us know, right?”

Omega nods again.

Hunter works with practiced ease, and with a gentleness Omega hadn’t entirely expected from a soldier. When he is finished, Omega rolls her leggings back into place while Hunter puts away the med kit. When he returns, Omega smiles at him. “Thank you, Hunter.”

“Sure thing, kid,” Hunter says, ruffling her hair. “You’d better get back to bed.”

“Yes, sir!” Omega slides out of the seat. She walks back to her gunner’s mount room feeling lighter.

As she curls back up under her blankets, hugging Lula close, she decides that having brothers is even better than she imagined it would be.

END

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