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person4Title: For Love of the Game
Fandom: Whip It
Characters: Bliss and the Hurl Scouts
Notes: For June fic-a-day
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eldritchhobbit here (previously filled)
Bliss felt like she was about to fall over as she skated into the locker room, she was so wiped by her first day of practice. But she felt good. She felt great! She'd actually managed to score a few points before the day was over, and the last time she'd been knocked down she'd hardly flinched of a moment before scrambling back to her feet. She might not be able to say that she was "her own hero" just yet, but she'd taken her first steps towards it.
The benches were already crowded so she flopped to the ground in front of her locker to pull off her skates, then immediately hissed and winced away from the metal at her back.
"Ohh, we all know that sound, don't we girls?" Maggie asked, laughing. "Derby's given you your first real bruise, hasn't it?"
"No..." Bliss protested, leaning forward so she could rub her back. "I got one on my stomach after going over the rail at tryouts, but I never needed to sit against that one."
"Eh, close enough," Smashley said, plopping down beside her and tugging at the bottom of Bliss' shirt. "C'mon, don't be shy; let's see it!"
Bliss turned her back to the group and hesitantly did as Smashley had asked, really hoping that Razor wouldn't come in while she had her shirt hiked up high enough to show off the bottom of her bra. At the sound of the laughter and sympathetic groans from the rest of the scouts she tried twisting her head around enough to get a look at the bruise herself, but gave up the attempt with a yelp when Smashley cheerfully said, "Hey, good one!" and gave her a friendly smack on the back that whacked her right on the edge of the bruise. Smashley winced herself and looked embarassed when she pulled her hand away again. "Oops, sorry. I should watch where I'm aiming."
"It's... it's okay," Bliss said, waving her away. "Um, does anyone have any Aspirin?"
"Oh, no Babe, what you want is Tylenol," Maggie quickly corrected her, pulling a bottle out of her locker and tossing it to Bliss. "Aspirin messes up your clotting; not a good idea."
"I've got some tiger balm you can use," Rosa offered, "that'll fix the pain right up. Soon as you try it you'll want to go out and get your own before your first game."
Soon all the women were chipping in advice about the best way to take care of the bumps, bruises, and occasionally nasty pains that came with roller derby, which soon shifted to telling stories about past injuries and laughing at each other about especially good ones.
And before long, even with the pain running up and down her back, Bliss began to laugh too. And for the first time in her life she really started to understand why all the football players her dad loved to watch could put up with getting rammed into all the time just for the sake of a game.
Fandom: Whip It
Characters: Bliss and the Hurl Scouts
Notes: For June fic-a-day
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eldritchhobbit here (previously filled)Bliss felt like she was about to fall over as she skated into the locker room, she was so wiped by her first day of practice. But she felt good. She felt great! She'd actually managed to score a few points before the day was over, and the last time she'd been knocked down she'd hardly flinched of a moment before scrambling back to her feet. She might not be able to say that she was "her own hero" just yet, but she'd taken her first steps towards it.
The benches were already crowded so she flopped to the ground in front of her locker to pull off her skates, then immediately hissed and winced away from the metal at her back.
"Ohh, we all know that sound, don't we girls?" Maggie asked, laughing. "Derby's given you your first real bruise, hasn't it?"
"No..." Bliss protested, leaning forward so she could rub her back. "I got one on my stomach after going over the rail at tryouts, but I never needed to sit against that one."
"Eh, close enough," Smashley said, plopping down beside her and tugging at the bottom of Bliss' shirt. "C'mon, don't be shy; let's see it!"
Bliss turned her back to the group and hesitantly did as Smashley had asked, really hoping that Razor wouldn't come in while she had her shirt hiked up high enough to show off the bottom of her bra. At the sound of the laughter and sympathetic groans from the rest of the scouts she tried twisting her head around enough to get a look at the bruise herself, but gave up the attempt with a yelp when Smashley cheerfully said, "Hey, good one!" and gave her a friendly smack on the back that whacked her right on the edge of the bruise. Smashley winced herself and looked embarassed when she pulled her hand away again. "Oops, sorry. I should watch where I'm aiming."
"It's... it's okay," Bliss said, waving her away. "Um, does anyone have any Aspirin?"
"Oh, no Babe, what you want is Tylenol," Maggie quickly corrected her, pulling a bottle out of her locker and tossing it to Bliss. "Aspirin messes up your clotting; not a good idea."
"I've got some tiger balm you can use," Rosa offered, "that'll fix the pain right up. Soon as you try it you'll want to go out and get your own before your first game."
Soon all the women were chipping in advice about the best way to take care of the bumps, bruises, and occasionally nasty pains that came with roller derby, which soon shifted to telling stories about past injuries and laughing at each other about especially good ones.
And before long, even with the pain running up and down her back, Bliss began to laugh too. And for the first time in her life she really started to understand why all the football players her dad loved to watch could put up with getting rammed into all the time just for the sake of a game.