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test drives

⑧ conner kent (superboy) | young justice

① gluttony (fullmetal alchemist) -- derptastic homunculus that will eat literally anything (but prefers girls)
② dudley dursley (harry potter) -- gigantic bully and mama's boy (and we do mean gigantic...)
③ junpei hyuuga (kuroko no basuke) -- high schooler that takes basketball way too seriously and has an ugly face (he'll teach you to respect your elders, you dumbass)
④ morgana (merlin s5) -- evil witch focused only on revenge (has a pet dragon)
⑤ rock lee (naruto) -- BELIEVES IN THE SPRINGTIME OF YOUTH (NO, SERIOUSLY)
⑥ varro (spartacus) -- devoted father, loving husband, best friend (also gamblers anonymous)
⑦ asuka murase (weiss kreuz) -- spunky private investigator (aaaasuuuuukaaaaaa....)
⑧ conner kent/superboy (young justice) -- a clone (of superman)
⑨ gale hawthorne (the hunger games) -- realistic, protective, and well-meaning (but can be easy to anger)
⑩ peeta mellark (the hunger games) -- kind, selfless, bold, and truly a good person (also available after being highjacked)

prompts

Interpret the following words as you like, or make up your own.
AU and/or game memories are all good, just make sure you specify!

accusation • airport • anger • autumn • beginning • betrayal • booze • coma • comfort • creation • denial • destruction • dreams • fairy tales • festive • fluff • future • holy grail • ice cream • imagination • injury • innocence • kingdom • knowledge • letters • mistletoe • nurturing • options • pain • passion • picturesque • pristine • promise • rain • reflection • renewal • romance • roses • scent • shadows • smut • snow • spring • storm • summer • sunset • underwear • warmth • wind • window • winter

notes

→ Please be gentle; my voice isn't strong for these characters
→ I am open to smut. Just keep in mind that I'm incredibly new at this and I probably suck (and not in the good way...) I'm always open for critique and advice though!
→ hmd is located here if you'd like to crit me (please do!)
→ I am up for anything \o/ seriously

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[ It had only been a few months since the end of the war and with it came a hefty amount of emotion. Many of their kin decided they would start a family together or that it had been the last straw for other relationships. Where the dead were concerned, life sprung forth in others.

For Sakura, it was closure. So much had happened, but now that she was able to see both of her teammates happily pursuing their interests, she could focus on her own. Whatever that might be. She's not sure what that holds for her, but what she does know is that she has to keep her chin up.

Which is why she's not paying much attention when she walks straight into another one of her old classmates. ]

[ The end of war is very bittersweet. He may be bandaged up, but at least he's alive and all of his wounds will heal with time. For others -- friends, those he's considered family for years -- that is not so much the case.

As he walks through the fields, Lee pauses in front of a small flower. He bends down and lightly strokes the petal with one finger. He's so busy reflecting on everything this tiny flower means that he almost misses Sakura.

Leaping out of the way just in the nick of time, one hand reaches out to steady her just in case. It's unlike Sakura to not pay attention. He wants to make sure she's alright. ]

Huh?

[ He's right; it is unlike her to lose focus and that's all she's been doing since the end of the war. Having used up most of the spare chakra she set aside to help curve the odds in their favor, she's been doing what she can to recover from that. Not to mention there were so many emotions being repressed in favor of helping everyone at the clinic recover that she's just kept to herself in her free time. ]

Sorry, I was caught up in my thoughts. There's a patient with a peculiar injury and I've been trying to help Tsunade-sama figure out the best way to alleviate their pain. How are your own recoveries coming along?

[ Her words are painfully distant as if she were a thousand miles away from this conversation herself. ]

[ The distance in her voice does not go unnoticed. Lee shoots her an inquisitive look but decides not to comment on it for the time being.

Instead, he turns his attention to her question, and hops from his feet onto his hands. There's a minor wince as he realizes that his arms are not quite healed enough for him to be bouncing around on them, but he quickly recovers. She's so distracted, that he's hoping she didn't even notice. ]

See? Already good enough to begin training once more.

That quickly?

[ The conversation deflects successfully away from any disbelief she may have had regarding his injury. Sakura is really scatter-brained today if he was able to pull that one over her, but she does make up for it by reaching out with both of her hands. ]

Can I see? I just want to make sure that something's gone right the past few weeks.

[ He nods slowly and bounces back onto his feet again. He'd hoped for a little better response to his antics, but reaches out one arm for her inspection.

The slightly better healed arm. It's still not exactly in tip-top shape, and he's very aware of this. Perhaps she won't even notice.

Though if she doesn't, then something really must be wrong. ]

[ Taking his arm into her hands, she studies it silently for a moment longer than usual. Idly, her thumb strokes along it in thought, but she doesn't speak what's on her mind. In the end, something must really be wrong because she doesn't notice it at all. ]

So that's that, is it? [ Releasing his arm. ]

That's a relief. We were working so hard that it's difficult to tell who might have received treatment that wasn't our finest.

[ Time is limited these days, but he needs this to keep his sanity. He'd slipped past the fence into the woods, spent a while hunting and checking up on his snares, and now he finds himself seated by the lake.

It's peaceful here. He'll have to go soon, back to his job and responsibilities. Back to finding ways to keep himself calm and in control, to do what he needs to do.

But for now, this is nice. ]

[She's come here for him, but she doesn't know what she's going to say or do. The whole situation is twisted, and she's not sure what she can say to him that he doesn't already know. He's seen everything, and how many times is she going to have to explain it was all an act. With Peeta mad at her now, too, she doesn't have many people to turn to.

No one in fact.

So when she hears him heading toward where he keeps some snares, she pushes a branch back.]

Hey. It's me.

[ She doesn't need to announce her presence; he is always alert, even out here. But he doesn't react until she speaks up. He simply scoots a few feet to the left, leaving a patch of grass next to him open for her.

His feelings are mixed. He's glad to see her -- he'd almost been hoping she'd show up, actually, seeing as how this was their spot -- but it also fills him with a blinding rage. Somewhere, deep down, he has to control the boiling of jealousy. Has to keep it under control.

He doesn't respond verbally. Can't bear to look at her. Not yet. It takes a moment to check his anger. He has to remind himself that it's not her. It's the Capitol. ]

[He doesn't need to say anything, though she feels his anger more so now than before. It takes her a second to approach him, standing at his side. She doesn't know what to say. What happened during the Games was to stay alive. That's what she keeps telling herself. And Peeta's upset she doesn't want to think back on it, and Gale had to watch it.

So she just stands there, holding on to her bow.]

Thought you could use another set of hands. [It's not like she needs the meat now.]

[ He's supposed to be working on "getting better" but how can he trust the people here in District 13 when they act just like the people who'd held him captive at the Capitol? What does he believe?

The only thing that feels real is the fact that he doesn't like losing his calm. He doesn't like the seething hatred and anger that fills him from time to time.

They've taken away the restraints, at least. He's free to walk about, so long as he stayed within the boundaries that they've set for him. And so he does. He wanders the hallways, trying to make sense of something. Anything at all. ]

[With Annie around Finnick isn't as neurotic. He's thankful to Gale and the others for rescuing her, but he knows there's things that aren't quite right. However she doesn't appear as bad as Peeta, and he knows that's only tearing Katniss up. He's slow to approach the other blonde, but his hands are out in the open, and he slowly gives a wave.

He seems better. At least not attacking anyone.]

Hey. Looking for anyone? [Right now they could all use friends.]

[ He tenses involuntarily at the sight of Finnick. Most of his anger is directed toward Katniss, but there is no denying the fact that Finnick was also part of it all. Friends with Katniss.

He has to take a moment to calm down. Remind himself of all the techniques that they've taught him to curb his rage. Try not to think of Katniss, the Games, or the Revolution. ]

Not particularly. [ A slow, exhausted, and very untrusting smile. But a smile nonetheless. ] Exploring, more like.

[He's not unsurprised by the reaction he gets. He's just happy Annie's back. He feels more himself. But he wants to try and help. For Katniss' sake. They still need her.]

It's a big place.

[ He stops, leaving a significantly large gap between Finnick and himself. ]

It is.

[ A smile, though laced with bitterness. ] So I'm told.

[ He's only allowed to explore a small percentage, after all. Anywhere else, and there'll be guards following closely behind him. ]

Do you want to see more? [It's an offer of friendship. To show that Finnick doesn't care what the others think of him. He isn't a part of 13. He's just a Victor who has been used by Snow and now Coin. But screw that. If Peeta wants to do more, he's willing to at least show the kid he doesn't think him some crazed individual.

They're all crazed these days anyway, broken people managing the best they can.]

It's a cake

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[ Baking is the one activity that can always calm him. Painting works as well, but there was something about being surrounded by the smell of freshly baked pastries.

The cake was baked for no reason other than because he needed to. Someone will end up eating it, there's no shortage of people willing to take on that task. For now, all Peeta wants to focus on is decorating it; painting the icing on, and losing himself for a few minutes.

He mostly just allows his hands to move on their own, and it isn't until he's about half-way done with the cake does he realize that he'd just essentially created a wedding cake... ]

[You know, alcohol is used a lot in cooking. In marinades, trifles, vinegar, sauces. Haymitch has a little mental catalogue of Peeta's collection, and in his weaker moments, will reach into a cabinet, top off a glass, and put it back.

Wedding cake.]

That drawer behind you. [Gesturing a little unsteadily.] Wine.

[Immediately, if not sooner.]

[ He doesn't even look up from the icing flower he's been working on. ]

It doesn't sound like you need any more.

Really? Because it looks like you're trying to drive me that way.

[Triggers are interesting things. Wedding cake ought to be perfectly neutral, but you know a kid from the time they're fourteen or fifteen years old, you have to watch by as they grow up, get abused, fall in love, get married, die...]

[ A beat, and he finally puts the icing down and looks up. Everyone has their own way of coping, and he supposes that while he doesn't quite support this particular form, Haymitch is an adult and he deserves to be able to do what he wants. ]

The cake also has wine it it.

[ Still, can't blame a boy for trying. ]

With all the benefits burned off.

[He knows how baking with spirits work, and he gives a creaky groan, leaning against the nearest ledge.]

Why? [Nodding at the cake.] Where does your head go that you end up with that?

[ He was wondering that himself, honestly. The answer to that question would be, "no idea"

Instead, he shoots Haymitch a wry smile. ]

Not here. [ Same place your head goes when you drink. ] Somewhere nice.

[ Speaking of... he's not exactly blocking the way to the wine, but he's not moving to actually hand it over either. ]

[And Haymitch, being Haymitch, doesn't exactly trust the whole not-blocking thing. Do you frost with a knife, Peeta, because he doesn't trust anything that isn't a fight to get.]

So, far away from here, to someplace that may or may not exist.

[ Understandable. Especially after all that's gone on, Peeta wouldn't exactly advocate trusting him completely either.

He pushes himself out of the chair and walks to the other end of the kitchen to wash out some of his materials. ]

Sounds about right.

[ "May or may not exist." Sounds exactly right. But he's had his experiences with things that "may or may not exist" and they weren't exactly happy. ]

Would you like some? After it's done.

[He nods in spite of himself. The drying out in 13 reaccustomed him to having actual food in his stomach. Although, he's still wary of sugar.]

Have to put it somewhere, I guess.

What are you gonna do after? Make another one?

In time.

[ There's still decorations that could be added. By then, he'll have calmed down enough. But in a day or two, it's likely he'll feel that tick again. The need to do something.

Or lose himself.

For now, this will do.

He takes his time washing the materials. Gives Haymitch the opening to grab what he needs. Everybody has a vice. ]

There's a couple down the street. [ Young, lovestruck, still clearly in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. Displaying constant and rather disgusting public displays of affection. ] Perhaps soon I'll be making one for them.

[It had been Wally's idea, as were most ideas inspired by and focused on edible goods. The weather was hot (almost unbearably so for Kaldur's Atlantean physiology), surface schools were out, and Wally, as usual, was hungry.

So. An ice cream sundae party.

Pails upon pails of it, ranging from light vanilla to rainbow-colored sherbet to a chocolate-mocha-caramel-something with so many junk food pieces thrown in Kaldur couldn't identify what was what. And then there were the toppings, a whole counter full of sauces and sprinkles and anything one might feasibly - and not so feasibly - put on top of ice cream. But the team seemed to be digging in with great fervor, so Kaldur supposed he might as well join in.

He has an empty bowl cradled between webbed fingers as he methodically goes from one ice cream to another. Why are there so many choices....?]

[ Was this really necessary?

Though, judging by the excitement around him, the answer to that is clearly yes.

Conner couldn't help but stare blankly at the spread before him. There were so many options, he didn't even know where to begin.

He finally decides on the flavor directly in front of Kaldur. ] Excuse me [ Mumbled awkwardly before he reached for the scoop sitting in the tub of vanilla ice cream.

It seemed safest... ]

['Necessary' is a matter of opinion, but the gathering does seem somewhat excessive. Still, it's good to know he isn't alone in feeling somewhat out of place with his empty ice cream bowl. Conner appears even more discomfited by he is, a look of uncertainty present on his usually stoic face as he sidles up next to Kaldur.]

My apologies. [Carefully, Kaldur moves a foot to the left, giving Conner plenty of space to scoop his ice cream.] I confess, I find myself at a loss of where to start. There are so many flavors and even more toppings.

[Gesturing at the vanilla ice cream:] You seem to have made a good choice, however.

[ He glances down at the glob of white he just put into his bowl. ]

... It seemed... safe.

[ Because that bright green color over there? Why on earth would anyone put that in their mouth? ]

[It's a somewhat ironic turn of phrase considering the number of missions they throw themselves into that aren't safe, but Kaldur approves. He thinks it's nice to take the safe path sometimes, especially after the relative lack of safety and security they've had.

He gestures towards a tub three feet away.]

The pink one is quite good. [It's strawberry, Kaldur....] I tasted some the last time Wally insisted on bringing ice cream to the Cave.

[Being on the school newspaper is a thankless task most days, with afternoons full of editing and layout design and papers flying every which way. Peter likes it though, likes the energy and chaos that fills the cramped newspaper room.

He's usually relegated to cartoons and the occasional opinion column, so it comes as a surprise when the head editor shoves a piece of paper with the words "MOMOI SATSUKI, BOY'S BASKETBALL MANAGER" scrawled on it and gruffly tells him to go interview the girl about the upcoming basketball season. The team's reputed to be one of the best in the region, and it's rumored they'll win state this year. Peter, of course, couldn't care less about sports and guys prancing around in shorts, but his editor shuts down every one of his protests and shoos him out the door.

Well, he supposes it could be worse. He could be interviewing the boy's football team.

It doesn't take him too long to reach the gym, and a hesitant knock on the office door signals his presence; however, he's impatient enough that he sticks his head through the opening between door and frame to peek inside.]

Uh, hello? My name's Peter Parker, I'm on the school newspaper and I'm looking for... [he glances quickly down at the scrap of paper held in his fingers] Momoi Satsuki?

[The name comes out a little butchered, but hey, at least he gave it an effort.]

[ American schools were quite different from those in Japan. There were no Generation of Miracles, but there were still gems, and Momoi had made sure she'd gotten accepted at the school with the very best basketball team.

And she'd made sure to make them even better.

Next week, they'd face a tough opponent. She wasn't worried, but that didn't mean she should let her defenses down. She'd dug up every single record of the other school ever taken, and was currently sitting intently in front of a tv, watching one of their past plays, surrounded by a fort made of dvds and folders.

She peeks her head over one wall of dvds and shoots him a smile. ]

You're not working to gather inside information for the other team, are you?

[ She shoots him a small wink to show that she's just kidding.

Mostly. ]

[Whatever Peter's expecting, it's not a pretty girl peeking out from behind a wall of dvds. Yeah, it was kind of the norm to have opposite-gender managers for sports teams, but it still seemed kind of unfair that all the pretty girls were drawn to things like football and basketball and soccer.

Not that appearance should be the only thing that matters, but as a teenage boy, he has to admit that it certainly does help a lot.

The question's unexpected, and he blinks twice before stuttering out an answer.]

Wha--no! I don't even know who the other team is. [Truth. The amount of brainspace he reserves for sports is approximately the same as the amount he reserves for things like...when Abercrombie and Fitch is having their next big sale. (Which is say, not a whole heck of a lot.)] I just wanted to get your opinions on how you thought the team was doing this year, and how you think they'll do in the big upcoming game.

[Pause.]

Er, if you're okay with it, that is.

[ Oh. He's kind of awkward.

This is fun...

And she's totally ignoring his comments about what he's doing there and if she's okay with it.

A hand flies up to her mouth as she gives her best shocked gasp. ]

You don't even know who the other team is?

[ Leaning over her little wall of ALL THINGS BASKETBALL. ]

You do know who our team is, though, don't you?

[Peter is the biggest awkward turtle, it's true.

Luckily the girl - Momoi, he has to remind himself - doesn't seem to be too vindictive like a lot of the other girls in the school, and he almost relaxes until she lets out a loud gasp, at which point he jerks upright and stares at her in shock.]

Wha-- [is all he gets out before she fires her own questions at him, and he blushes over his clear lack of basketball knowledge, eyes roaming all over the room as he avoids looking at Momoi.] Of course I know who the other team is! I just...don't really pay much attention to basketball?

[Wow. What a great way to make a first impression, Parker. Way to go.]

[ Oh, this will be fun. Though, she's a little sad he hadn't done any research before coming in for this article. Then again, people have different interests.

She walks around her video fort, a nice little optimistic spring to her steps.

~~Bounce, bounce, bounce...~~ ]

Don't worry~ I can give you a quick crash course first.

[Yes, and unfortunately all his interests skew towards getting beat up while in a spandex suit and saying dumb things he regrets later. But to each his (or her) own?

Being as socially clueless and unaware as he has been, Peter's never heard any of the rumors that float around the school about Momoi's particular...assets...so it comes as a surprise when he finally returns his gaze back to her and sees--

Well. If he wasn't thinking of basketballs before he sure is now.]

I--that's--how about--actually, that's really okay? As in, I don't need one?

[His face is really bright red now and he's torn between not looking to be polite and really wanting to look because he is a sixteen year old boy and what it amounts to is his looking like hie has a really bad case of ADHD.]

[ Bless his little heart. ]

Really?

[ Perfect look of innocence and confusion here. She doesn't know why you're getting so flustered, sir... but are you alright?

Just to make sure, she leans in a little closer. ]

I suppose you can't give away any secrets if you don't know much about basketball.

[He is just. Going lean back. Just a little. Enough to put an inch or two of space between them because he might actually have a mental breakdown if any of her touches any of him.

Hormones. They're such a pain.]

I--[asdklhjsdfsd]--I guess?

[Peter doesn't even know what he's agreeing to at this point but sure, go right ahead Momoi.]

[ If she pushes any more, he'll probably explode and she'll have to clean up the mess.

She moves back just an inch or so. Enough to give him a little room to breathe. ]

Well, alright then. What was it you wanted to ask?

[—And there it is, the taste (and sound and smell and most importantly feel) of freedom, enough for Peter to let out the breath he hadn't been aware he'd been holding and to relax just a bit, shoulders dipping half an inch.

Another moment to kickstart his brain into gear and soon enough the rest of him's following behind, fingers flying back into motion as he sets his backpack on the ground and flips to a new page in his notebook, pen poised and ready to take down all her words.]

How about we start with the techniques you've been using to get the team into shape? I mean, a lot of it's gotta be you, right?

[Er, not in the physical sense.]

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( musebox ) test drives

rock lee → spring

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sorry for the delay!

delays...

forever slow that is me

gale

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peeta

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peeta

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so i just totally made up a post-mj pre-epilogue setting

this works for me

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WHERE'S MY CLONEBRO

S C R E A M . . . HE AIN'T NOBODY'S BRO

but....but bro :'(((

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MOMOI.....

boobs incoming...

boobs why....

he probs hasn't even seen them yet, since she's peeking over a wall of stuff.....

but what if he's heard stories

then he'll finally get to see them up close and personal

why this.......

because bewbs

:c

oh. hey. ....

'sup