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2020 MINI COMMENT FICATHON
hello!
my friends and i have been talking a lot about the good ol' comment ficathon recently, so i just want to bring back the fun! there is no specific deadline for this and everyone is welcome to prompt and fill up a prompt. this is not a challenge or competition so everyone please feel free to join and write without pressure!!
this mini comment ficathon is open for prompts and fills indefinitely, so don't worry about being late to the party!
if you're interested to join, please read instructions below:
To prompt:
Please use the following format:
If you choose AU, describe what AU you are looking for. e.g. High School AU, Spies AU, etc. You can choose “either” if you have no preference between AU and canon.
Please post only one comment per prompt. To keep prompts from becoming lonely and abandoned I'd like to ask that you post a maximum of two prompts a day.
To respond:
Respond by posting your fic as a reply to the original prompt. There are no restrictions in terms of style etc. but do remember that this is a drabble community so we'd like to keep the word count at a maximum of 800 words.
In the comment title box, title your fics with:
IMPORTANT: If your fic is rated R, then format your comment title box this way:
you are welcome to cross-post your drabbles anywhere else. feel free to fill up a prompt even if it's already taken!
FILLS
cold feet (renjun (nct)/jisung (nct))
the talent vs hard work narrative (yeonjun (txt)/mark (nct))
mouth mantra (jaemin (nct)/yangyang (wayv))
the hope of it all (chenle (nct)/jisung (nct))
like the weather (moonbin (astro)/sinb (gfriend))
I'M A MISFIT! (sungchan (nct)/beomgyu (txt)/chenle (nct))
the long and short of it (new (the boyz)/q (the boyz), new (the boyz)/kevin (the boyz)
where we end and begin (lucas (wayv)/yuqi (g-idle))
born to be alone (joy (red velvet)/hayoung (apink))
they assume you know nothing (nayoung (pristin)/jeonghan (seventeen))
it's getting late (saerom (fromis_9)/jisun (fromis_9))
the way i love (the8 (seventeen)/kyulkyung (pristin))
i don't think i could stand to be where you don't see me (jiho (oh my girl)/binnie (oh my girl))
this unnamed longing (chenle (nct)/jisung (nct)/sungchan (nct))
my friends and i have been talking a lot about the good ol' comment ficathon recently, so i just want to bring back the fun! there is no specific deadline for this and everyone is welcome to prompt and fill up a prompt. this is not a challenge or competition so everyone please feel free to join and write without pressure!!
this mini comment ficathon is open for prompts and fills indefinitely, so don't worry about being late to the party!
if you're interested to join, please read instructions below:
To prompt:
Please use the following format:
Characters/Ship (optional) - Prompt (song lyrics/quote etc. etc.) - Canon/AU/Either (optional)
If you choose AU, describe what AU you are looking for. e.g. High School AU, Spies AU, etc. You can choose “either” if you have no preference between AU and canon.
Please post only one comment per prompt. To keep prompts from becoming lonely and abandoned I'd like to ask that you post a maximum of two prompts a day.
To respond:
Respond by posting your fic as a reply to the original prompt. There are no restrictions in terms of style etc. but do remember that this is a drabble community so we'd like to keep the word count at a maximum of 800 words.
In the comment title box, title your fics with:
Title – Ship – Universe
IMPORTANT: If your fic is rated R, then format your comment title box this way:
Title – Ship – Universe – [R]
you are welcome to cross-post your drabbles anywhere else. feel free to fill up a prompt even if it's already taken!
FILLS
cold feet (renjun (nct)/jisung (nct))
the talent vs hard work narrative (yeonjun (txt)/mark (nct))
mouth mantra (jaemin (nct)/yangyang (wayv))
the hope of it all (chenle (nct)/jisung (nct))
like the weather (moonbin (astro)/sinb (gfriend))
I'M A MISFIT! (sungchan (nct)/beomgyu (txt)/chenle (nct))
the long and short of it (new (the boyz)/q (the boyz), new (the boyz)/kevin (the boyz)
where we end and begin (lucas (wayv)/yuqi (g-idle))
born to be alone (joy (red velvet)/hayoung (apink))
they assume you know nothing (nayoung (pristin)/jeonghan (seventeen))
it's getting late (saerom (fromis_9)/jisun (fromis_9))
the way i love (the8 (seventeen)/kyulkyung (pristin))
i don't think i could stand to be where you don't see me (jiho (oh my girl)/binnie (oh my girl))
this unnamed longing (chenle (nct)/jisung (nct)/sungchan (nct))
no subject
I'M A MISFIT! - sungchan/beomgyu/chenle - au
It's an unconditional fact of the universe that Beomgyu's always the first one in the library after the bell rings. He unzips his backpack, dumping the contents on one of the round tables reserved for detention, before sinking down into his usual plastic chair and propping his guitar carefully against the wall. He absentmindedly taps a rhythm against his cheeks from where his chin is in his hands – twigs begin to sprout and flower from the wooden table legs.
"Took you long enough!" he calls out when he sees Sungchan's tall head from over one of the display shelves. There was already condensation forming on the wrappers of the Melona bars that he'd begged class rep Kang Taehyun from the year below him access to the teacher's refrigerator for, in exchange for cleaning both their class's erasers for the next three months.
Sungchan shoots him a sheepish smile as he digs through his messenger bag for a pack of shrimp chips, a box of Pepero with today's date as the expiration and an EXO member posing on the packaging, and three yogurt drinks. "What'd you get caught for today?" asks Beomgyu.
Contrary to popular belief, whereas Beomgyu was still doing time for his impromptu jam session that caused the just-planted trees outside his classroom to grow so out-of-control that the branches broke five windows and crowned him another shining demerit, Sungchan never ended up in detention entirely out of his own volition. "I didn't notice it, but I went invisible for three periods after morning announcements," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "Bae-ssaem thought I was playing hooky."
Beomgyu gapes. "And Hyejoo didn't say anything?" He scoffs when Sungchan just shrugs. "Wow, what's the point of her having x-ray vision if she doesn't use it for good? How's she supposed to save the world in the future if she can't even save a classmate!"
"I heard it makes her eyes tired," defends Sungchan. "At least, I think that's why she's always napping in class."
Chenle – the last regular of their detention table – walks in at that moment, his dyed safety-sign orange hair dripping pigment onto the white collar of his uniform. "What happened to you?" Beomgyu prods, borderline public-nuisance-loud.
"I accidentally set Minjeong's hair on fire in gym class," he confesses as he places his own wares on the tabletop – Home run balls and a bag of unpopped popcorn. The first time he'd brought it in, Moon-ssaem caught onto the noise as Chenle was trying to pop the kernels with the heat of his bare hands underneath the table. They'd walked out with an extra two days of detention each and a mischievous glint in their eyes, daring each other to raise the stakes.
He narrows his gaze at the half-finished bread Beomgyu had shamelessly added to the pile in the beginning, initially thinking he'd won this round with his fifth day in detention. At the same time, Sungchan echoes, "Accidentally?"
Chenle doesn't have the decency to look remorseful. It's somewhat inspiring to a fledgling troublemaker like Beomgyu. "I was aiming for the volleyball," he elaborates, "that I guess she was serving. It set off the sprinklers, and now they're saying the gym might have water damage."
"Surprised she didn't just freeze you solid right then and there," Beomgyu snorts, already pushing the snack pile toward Chenle in a grim admission of defeat. "Then I could've won today."
"Don't be a sore loser," Chenle taunts, unwrapping a Melona triumphantly. The corner's already misshapen from the mere heat of his presence. Beomgyu brought them on purpose because he knew if Chenle won, he'd be forced to share. His tongue comes back stained green, and he nods toward the rest of his spoils like a king. Sungchan's already diving for the melon flavor, which leaves Beomgyu with the banana, and who eats Melona for the banana flavor? "Eat your ice cream."
The taste of second place is a bitter almost-first, and suspiciously akin to overripe banana. Beomgyu bites down on the stick, plotting his next big move. He'll get them back tomorrow, for sure.