#30dayotp

[helpless-burrito]

[a-denn]

[1305push-pull]

Day 2. Sex change. I understood it in my own way.

[twinkiplier]

Septiplier 30-day OTP Challenge

Day 1: Hand-Holding

Poor Jack, he just wants to play his game...

[paladinspride]

I'm glad I allready have Pidge's birthday drawing done and ready because I feel like I need to draw some Shallura mice washing at my next opportunity. It's gonna take me a year to get through the 30dayotp prompts at this rate. Ha.

[claralisette]

30 Day OTP Challenge Day 2

Today's Ship: 2Min

Taemin loved dancing. So naturally he used it as a distraction whenever something was bothering him.  He danced to all the songs for SHINee's upcoming concert, putting effort into thinking only about the dance, the song, and not a certain SHINee member that he was not supposed to be thinking about.

"Dance machine Taemin strikes again!" Kai exclaimed when he walked in and saw Taemin lying on the floor of the practice room, exhausted from dancing so much.

"Haha." Taemin said, not opening his eyes. Maybe Kai wouldn't notice that something was bothering him. Taemin snorted. Yeah, that's unlikely, he thought. Kai knew him better than anyone. 

"Alright, tell me what's wrong," Kai said, sitting down by his friend and offering him a water bottle. Taemin opened his eyes and stared at his best friend. 

"I like someone." Taemin said, looking away. He hoped his best friend would take it as a hint and not ask who he liked.

"A certain someone, who's nickname happens to be Flaming Charisma?" Kai asked knowingly.

Taemin groaned and put his arm over his face. "How did you know?" he asked. Kai laughed.

"You've been acting really weird and shooting glances in his direction all week. If I didn't know you better I'd say you were mad at him."

"Well, that explains why he's been so nice this week." Taemin muttered, thinking to himself, Great, Minho thinks I'm mad at him. Taemin sighed. 

"Why don't you just tell him?" Kai asked, poking Taemin in the stomach. 

"Because.." Taemin started, earning himself another poke from Kai.

"No 'because' Taemin!" Tell him. I know it will bother you more if you don't."Kai said, continuing the poke attack. 

"Alright, just stop poking me!" Taemin said, laughing. "Seriously, that tickles!"

"Tell him, or I will." Kai threatened.

Taemin looked at Kai's completely serious face and vowed to tell Minho before Kai could.

~*~*~

Later that night, Taemin walked into the dorm, even more exhausted. He had just finished a photo shoot, and he wanted nothing more than to wash off all the makeup caked on his face, and fall asleep.

"You look tired." A familiar voice said. 

Shit, Taemin thought, looking up to see a concerned looking Minho. "I'm fine," he muttered, looking away quickly.

Taemin hurried to the bathroom to wash his face, thinking quickly. Key was doing his musical, Jonghyun was broadcasting on the radio, and Onew was out with friends.

"Crap," Taemin muttered, washing the makeup off and scrubbing his face a little harder than necessary. 

Taemin sighed. I may as well get this over with, he thought. He walked out into the living room. Minho was sitting on the couch, a Drama on the TV. Taemin took a deep breath and went to sit beside him.

Minho looked at Taemin, surprised. "Are you mad at me?" He asked suddenly.

Taemin shook his head, which hurt. He had a slight headache, probably from all the camera flashes earlier. 

"Then why have you been acting weird all week?" Minho asked, confused.

Gosh, he's cute when he's confused, Taemin thought, looking at Minho out of the corner of his eye. He sighed. 

"Taemin?" Minho sounded worried.

Taemin decided to just go for it, even though his hyung may or may not kick his ass later. 

Taemin looked up at Minho,  who did look worried. His hair was messed up from where he ran a hand through it. Taemin leaned in quickly, before he could change his mind, and and pressed his lips to Minho's. He felt Minho stiffen in surprise. 

Taemin pulled away immediately, putting his head on Minho's shoulder.

"Sorry," He whispered, completely embarrassed.

"Taemin." Minho's voice sounded strange.

"Yes, Hyung?" Taemin asked quietly, expecting Minho to be upset.

"Is this what's been bothering you all week?" Minho asked, and surprisingly, Taemin felt his Hyung's arms wrap around him, hugging him, pulling him closer.

Taemin almost stopped breathing. "Yes," He whispered. 

"You should have told me sooner, silly." Minho said, and to Taemin's complete surprise, Minho shifted and pulled Taemin onto his lap. Taemin looked at him. "You're not angry?" He asked. 

Minho laughed, and then leaned in to give Taemin a quick kiss, and it was Taemin's turn to freeze. Then Minho pulled Taemin closer and rested his head on Taemin's shoulder.

~*~*~

Taemin wasn't sure how long they spent cuddled up on the couch, but he was just drifting off to sleep when he heard the door slam and Key's voice.

"What the fuck?"

Minho just laughed, which made Taemin smile.

Clara: I feel really proud of this....which means it probably sucks....LOL

[rebeccavoy]

Day 1: Holding Hands

I'm not entirely sure what Helena is leading Myka to here, but whatever it is Myka seems pretty excited about it. I'm thinking the collection of first editions she had stored before bronzing or something similarly nerdy. 

[kikokus]

30 Days of OTP Challenge: Day Five

Prompt: Historical!AU Pairing: Law/Sanji Rating: R

Previous Days

FF // AO3

[lingeringmirth]

30 day otp challenge #8 shopping - Privacy

”Do you miss shopping?” Glenn asks once when him and Daryl are on a supply-run, a rarity these days when Rick's keeping them in a short leash. He's holding up a pair of mittens, looking at them critically and trying to gauge their impact on handling his machete.

Glenn's takin every chance he gets to be alone with Daryl, even when it involves dodging walkers in unknown terrain and trying to boost their dwindling provisions with whatever they can scavenge. As the weather's turning colder, warm clothes are on the list right after food. Sometimes Glenn worries how they'll manage.

Daryl looks at him long, not saying anything, cocking his head in the way that makes him look very kissable and Glenn succumbs to the temptation. He's not had the luxury of kissing Daryl this far from the others in a long time.

Privacy really is one of the rarest luxuries in this new violent and crazy world.

Most of what him and Daryl have gotten have been hurried fumblings in the dark when the others sleep, trying to keep the noise down. Quick mostly-dressed fucks behind corners, and a few times on the backseat of Daryl's truck, which Glenn now drives while Daryl rides solo on his bike.

“Do I look like I've evah gone shoppin'?” Daryl mumbles against Glenn's lips, his stubble rough against Glenn's face as his lips go everywhere.

Glenn would love nothing better than to give in, just let himself immerse in Daryl, touch and enjoy this little bit of privacy they've stolen. But he can't. Not anymore, not in this world. So he breaks free, breath raspy even as Daryl lick a path up his collarbone, cool hands against the skin of his back under his coat.

“Is it safe?”

Those words echo from conversation to conversation these days, used more within a day than ever before in either of their lives, or anyone's in the group. God but Glenn wanted so much not to care. Let a walker come and rip him apart but he had to get to touch Daryl. Daryl followed him in so he must know, for once Glenn must admit he was a bit blind to their surroundings, his boyfriends closeness a bit distracting.

Daryl groans, nuzzling Glenn's neck in a way that is sinful and should be unlawful, if laws still applied. It really really makes Glenn want to not care, not be careful, throw himself at Daryl and be as not careful as he can.

“There wasn't that many of 'em around when we snuck in” Daryl says and Glenn has a hard time thinking about what he's saying.

“How many?” Glenn finally manages to ask.

“It's safe, I promise...” Daryl says and pushes him into an empty backroom. It's no more than a break-room but feels larger after close quarter's they've been sharing in weeks past. They kiss for the longest time, what feels like eternity to Glenn, and touch, unhurried, basking in the sudden sweetness of their stolen privacy.

Daryl only dislodges himself from Glenn's needy arms when he closes and bolts the door, just to be on the safe side. The herd was not in the area, so their chance overall were good, and they'd seen just a few walkers along their way in.

“It's always safe with you...” Glenn mumbles, hands full of Daryl again, desperate but at the same time wanting to make it last. They deserve to be able to make it last. Indulge. After that, he does nothing but gasps a broken version of Daryl's name, losing himself in feeling alive and safe, letting his fingers thread into Daryl's hair, grasping so hard he later apologizes for it, earning a scoff for his troubles.

He's pinned, helpless and not scared. For a bit it's everything, no walkers, no threat, no fear. Just him and Daryl and insistent teasing lips curling into a grin, a wicked mouth having it's way. In the end, as it always is, it's too much.

The lips that kiss his taste bitter and salty and Glenn just melts, wishing he was stronger, wishing he was tougher. Even when being like this, sated and feeling oh-so-good, in Daryl's arms and kissing him is the best feeling in the world.

“Did you?” Glenn finally asks tiredly, the weight of it all starting to creep back in. He needs to know Daryl got something off it too, that it wasn't just him. Not these days when they have so little privacy.

“Yeah I'm good,” Daryl quips, shifting and... Glenn knows exactly what he means. “Ya do make an awful lot o' noise, ya know tha'?

* * *

Glenn takes the mittens with him, when they go back to the others.

[theroguebirdie]

30 day OTP Challenge!

JAYTIM WINS! The first story should be up by tomorrow!

(There might be smut during this but I'm not sure because I don't want to horribly ruin the characters)

[claralisette]

30 Day Otp Challenge Day 8 Shopping

Ship: Drarry

"Potter. Mr. Potter."

THUMP.

Harry rubbed the back of his head as he looked up at Professor Snape. "Yes, Professor?" Harry asked, ingnoring the snickers from around the classroom.

"Do pay attention, Mr. Potter, or you'll end up in the hospital wing with Mr. Finnigan." Snape said, walking to the front of the class.

The hospital wing was the least of Harry's concerns as he wandered the castle that night. His mood had been increasingly gloomy all week, and he tried to avoid his friends. 

"Potter." Harry looked up to see Malfoy walking towards him.

"Why are you out so late?" Malfoy asked. 

"Thats none of your business, Malfoy," Harry said snidely. He hoped Malfoy would fight back, Harry was itching to jinx something.

"Put your wand away Potter." Malfoy said with a sigh. "Follow me," He said, grabbing Harry's arm.

"Why should I?" Harry asked, yanking his arm away but following Malfoy anyway.

"Why shouldn't you?" Malfoy shot back. "Or are you scared, Potter?"

"No," Harry said automatically. Of course he wasn't scared. He just wanted to know what Malfoy was up to. 

They walked through, the castle, and Harry found Malfoy leading him to the passage that went to Honeydukes cellar in Hogsmeade. When they were in Hogsmeade, Malfoy offered Harry his arm. Harry stared.

"I'll try not to splinch you, I swear." Malfoy said, rolling his eyes. Harry didn't believe him, but he took his arm anyways.

A few seconds later and they were in London, the lights of the city bright and colourful.

"London, How charming," Harry muttered, and beside him, Malfoy grinned at him. Harry stared momentarily stunned. Malfoy was grinning at him?

"I thought a bit of acting like a normal person would be interesting." Malfoy said, shrugging.

"I don't know if you've noticed, Malfoy, but we're wearing our uniforms. We'll stand out." Harry said, looking pointedly at the crests of their houses.

"Well, we'll have to fix that, then." Malfoy said. "How's your fashion sense?"

That was how Harry ended up shopping with Draco Malfoy, of all people. 

"Here try this on!" Malfoy would say, holding up some ridiculous thing or another. He got them both to try on blazers with stripes of shiny fabric on them, and then laughed at their reflections.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked.

"We look like we should be in Btob's music video." Malfoy said between snickers.

"Oh god. Kpop." Harry groaned. 

"How do you know what Kpop is?" Draco said, a look of surprise on his face. Harry wasn't sure when he started calling Malfoy had become Draco, but he seemed more like a regular person and not his arch enemy.

"Hermione listens to it," Harry said, shaking his head. He would never understand it.

"Really? I didn't know she had such great music taste," Draco said. Harry couldn't really believe they were having this conversation, but it was surprisingly easy to be civil when no one else was around.

"Do you know her favourite group?" Draco asked.

"No," Harry replied automatically.

"Liar," Draco said.

"Im not lying. I never asked, because I don't want to know." Harry said. 

"Hmm, well then, I'll have get Hermione's help to inprove your taste in music." Draco said. "Your fashion sense needs work, too."

"It does not," Harry said, lightly punching Draco's arm. Draco just grinned, grabbed Harry's had and dragged him towards more clothes.

When they arrived back at Hogwarts, both were sleep deprived and neither wanted to go to potions and face the wrath of Snape for being late, so instead they hid in the room or requirement.

Clara:And what happens in the room or requirement stays in the room of requirement....xD Here's day 8. My face hurts less, but anyways, I tried. 

[kikokus]

30 Days of OTP Challenge: Day One

Prompt: First Kiss Pairing: Law/Sanji Rating: PG-13 Other Notes: Spoilers for recent chapters 

(the chances I’ll actually get one fic done every day are unlikely, but I’ll try to work through all the prompts regardless!)

FF // AO3

[lingeringmirth]

30dayotp challenge # 6 wearing each others clothes

TWD fanfic - Dinner Can Wait

Pairing: darlenn

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All of Glenn's clothes were either being washed or so dirty, stained with blood and gore, so he had no other option but to borrow Daryl's. For a moment, before he banished the thought cos it was just too weird, he thought like he was borrowing his father's clothes. He was wirier than Daryl, not that he didn't have muscles, but they weren't the same shape. Not that there was anything wrong with Daryl's shape, far from it. It was just the right fit, feeling perfect against his own during night-time.

Despite all that, Daryl's clothes still hung loose on Glenn's body, the frayed worn jeans not so snug, and the cut-sleeve tee doing much the same. But they smelt of Daryl and wearing them made Glenn feel safe, made him kinda wish that his own clothes would all erode in the wash so he could continue wearing Daryl's.

The reaction he'd gotten from Daryl when the man had seen him in his own clothes, which Glenn had kind of borrowed without consent, had been... interesting. Daryl'd given him a long glance over and then pretended he hadn't been looking when everyone knew that he had. And Glenn had seen the way Daryl had shifted, had stayed standing where he was, which could only ever mean one thing. Too bad he'd been going outside to patrol the yard and couldn't drag Daryl into their cell for a nice long while.

They'd have time for that later. Glenn loved the idea of later. The prison offered a kind of security they'd not had since the farm, it was safety, protection, knowledge that they didn't need to fight to survive every single day. At least not against the walkers.

It was hope, as insane as It would have sounded in the world that was.

Glenn was comforted and a little distracted by thoughts of Daryl through his patrol. It was rare that he patrolled without Daryl, but his boyfriend was going out of a hunt to bring some meat into their table, so Glenn was doing it alone. He didn't mind. And it was over quick enough. Glenn grabbed a drink and whatever food there was in the kitchen area and decided to have a little lie in before dinner.

When he stepped inside their cell, the sight before him made his breath catch in his throat. For there Daryl was, naked on their bunk, save for Glenn's cap, the one he'd really stopped wearing since the farm.

Glenn stops, just standing there and leaning onto the frame, his eyes raking all over Daryl's body in appreciation. He doesn't blush, not anymore, just wonders how Daryl, who's very private and shuns public displays of affection and has a hard time to talk about his feelings and wants, how his Daryl is this daring, laying on the worn mattress in such a provocative pose.

“You have my clothes on,” Daryl comments, breaking the silence.

Glenn smiles, knowing he must look goofy, knowing he must look so aching to touch Daryl, make him feel good. Right now, the fact that Daryl's jeans are a little loose on him is a good thing. “I see you don't have mine, well, mostly,” he replies, shaking loose of the door-frame, wishing for a moment there still was an actual door there, even when it was all bars.

“Why don't ya take mine off, then?” Daryl finally asks and Glenn is more than happy to oblige. Dinner can wait.

[alba17]

30 Day OTP - Day 2 Cuddling

30 Day OTP Challenge - Steve/Bucky (1830 words) by alba17 Chapters: 2/30 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: 30 Day OTP Challenge, Holding Hands, Captain America: The First Avenger, Cuddling & Snuggling, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers Summary: Bucky warms up Steve on a cold winter day.

Based on this list of prompts, with slight modification.

[castiemrys]

i'm thinking of doing the 30 day otp challenge!!

but i can't really do one picture every day because of school so i'd try do them every other day but anyway

i think i'll go with arthur and merlin and maybe when i'm in a supernatural mood do it with dean and cas uvu

i'm just gonna post it here so i can keep track of what i've done already and what i haven't done

Holding hands

Cuddling somewhere

Gaming/watching a movie

On a date

Kissing

Wearing eachothers’ clothes

Cosplaying

Shopping

Hanging out with friends

With animal ears

Wearing kigurumis

Making out

Eating icecream

Genderswapped

In a different clothing style (Visual Kei, gyaru, lolita, ect. )

During their morning ritual(s)

Spooning

Doing something together (this can be anything from watching tv to having sex. Just remember to tag appropriately.)

In formal wear

Dancing

Cooking/baking

In battle, side-by-side

Arguing

Making up afterwards

Gazing into eachothers’ eyes

Getting married

On one of their birthdays

Doing something ridiculous

Doing something sweet

Doing something hot (once again, be sure to tag if you make it extremely NSFW!)