[FIC] 1 Week of Love Scenes
TITLE | 1 Week of Love Scenes
AUTHOR | happypurinsu (me)
CHARACTER(S) | OCs
LENGTH | 7 drabbles of various length
GENRE | Romance
RATING | PG-13
WARNING | Slash, angst
A/N | Answers for a meme~
SUMMARY | Milkshake, Passerby, Confession, Kiss, Night, Breakup, Doom
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The Meme:
Day One: Write a scene in four sentences in which two characters bond over something that would seem trivial to a passerby.
Day Two:Write seven sentences from the perspective of a passerby witnessing Day Two's scene.
Day Three: Write a character's reaction to someone's love confession in one sentence.
Day Four: Write two characters' second kiss in two sentences.
Day Five: Write ten lines of dialogue between two characters who had drunken sex last night and are not talking about it. Ever.
Day Six: Write a breakup scene in three sentences without giving the reason for it or using dialogue.
Day Seven: Write a scene in six sentences in which a character is searching for someone in the last moments of the end of the world.
Day One: Milkshake
It was a hot day, with the sun shining brightly and the wind almost non-existing, and they were sitting on a bench in the shadow of a huge tree.
One had a milkshake in his hand which he without second thought offered to the other who gratefully took it and sipped from the straw that had just been in the first one’s mouth.
And they blushed suddenly when both realized this indirect kiss, realized that their lips had had a secret sharing without permission of the mind.
But they didn’t mind, not at all honestly, and the summer continued to be hot.
Day Two: Passerby
She hurried through the streets to get down to the beach where her friends were waiting.
Just as she passed the huge tree with the bench beneath, she noticed two guys there.
One offered his milkshake, which the other took and drank some of.
Their cheeks were red, she saw, light blushes on their skin.
Then they looked in each direction, away from each other.
She wondered for a second why, there didn’t seem to be a reason.
But she brushed it off, it was a hot day after all, and her friends were waiting.
Day Three: Confession
At the sudden confession, he stood dumbfounded and frozen, until a smile curled his lips.
Day Four: Kiss
And so their lips met again, connecting their souls once more.
It was like their first kiss, sweet and gentle, but yet it wasn’t.
Day Five: Night
“Man, I hate school! And hangovers. That mixture is just the worst thing ever.”
“Yeah, indeed! I got scolded for not doing homework, plus my back is hurting.”
“About that…”
“About what?”
“No… nothing at all.”
“Hmm, alright… hey, I have to go now.”
“Oh, do you have a hot date or something?
“Of course not, you already know that.”
“Then… are you coming over tonight?”
“….okay. See you.”
Day Six: Breakup
He flinched as the other threw a chair, broke a vase, ripped pictures off the wall, terrorized the whole place, but he refused to respond to this rage and said nothing.
Then, with a final burst of anger, the one he used to call his lover kicked the door open and stomped out, leaving alone him in his silence.
And he knew the other would return no more and let out a sigh which turned into a single tear that he wiped away before it left a visible sign.
Day Seven: Doom
Earth shook underneath him from explosions, as he ran and desperately searched.
His face was wet with sweat mixed with blood, but he didn’t care, didn’t even know.
All he wanted was to find that one person that he had given his heart to years ago.
He found him lying on the ground lifelessly.
Carefully he pulled him into his embrace.
And then the world turned into nothing.