#day nineteen

[akinmablog]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Armand/Daniel Molloy Characters: Armand (Vampire Chronicles), Daniel Molloy Additional Tags: vamptember, Vamptember 2024 Series: Part 17 of Vamptember 2024 Summary:

Armand is severely overstimulated and Daniel doesn't know how to help.

[daily-pearl-doodles]

could you maybe draw a space pearl if you feel like it? (From boatem)

She’s in spaceeeeeee

(Day nineteen)

[falsettoseveryday]

god you're pretty-

more's the pity, since you need a man-what?-who's brainy

or WITTY

-move-

[dailydamijon]

Day nineteen of daily damijon

Dark Nights: Metal (2017) Issue #3

damian and jon start a band for bruce, lois, clark and diana.

[reartem]

Day 19: Exam season.

[jinx295]

TMayNT: Day nineteen

@tmaynt

I’m too indecisive to pick just one version of Casey. I love all these Casey’s. They’re just so badass and complex characters.

[theladyofshalott1989]

“Pretty Boy” Damien 😅

(I tried, okay? 😆😆😆)

[gallawitchxx]

A.U.gust 2023 | DAY NINETEEN - Sports

thanks to @gallavichthings for hosting! 🥳

Between the confetti and the crowd, the once pristine playing field has been absolutely wrecked; and for good reason—Mickey Milkovich, number 33, just ran forty-five long yards for a game-winning touchdown in the final seconds!

“Quite a play,” yells reporter Ian Gallagher. “How will you celebrate?”

Milkovich smirks, but his response is cut short by a deluge of sports drink being poured over his head.

Later that night, Ian gets his answer as he helps Mickey wash up, whispering praise and worship into the lather, then spreading him out on their shared bed and kissing his new championship ring.

[ghostly-penumbra]

Ectoberhaunt 2023. Day Nineteen

"Horns"

Ao3

Microfic bonus to Dragon.

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“Will I get horns once I get the title?” Danny asked his boss from behind the bar, drying the glasses with a rag.

Mister Morningstar looked at him with an inquiring eyebrow.

“Do you want horns, Danny?”

He thought about it, and shrugged, “Just for sometimes, yeah.”

[nerdieforpedro]

Day Nineteen - Kite

Word Count: 694

Warnings: anxiety, brief mention of alcohol, FEELINGS

Notes: I enjoy writing about this female reader and Marcus Pike, did this inadvertly become a mini-series?! 👀 What am I gonna do with these two?

Main Masterlist / March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenges

Your therapist is always coming up with some tasks for you to do. First it was the paintings which were quite fun and led to Marcus Pike, the sort of man in fantasy books who’s alive and an FBI agent. You find yourself questioning if he’s real or if you may need to talk to your therapist to recommend to your primary doctor that a serious change in meds is needed. Your reminder that you in fact not clinically insane is not when he kisses you, that’s a dream-like state he puts you in. 

It's moments like this when you’re doing something that you’d never think to do alone. Like the other night when he found some bar that you’d never heard of, the food was delicious, and the music was perfect. The band even had a CD that the two of you purchased. You didn’t tell Marcus that you haven’t owned a CD player in well over a decade, but you didn’t want to not support that band, they had been awesome! Plus, Marcus not only had CDs but cassette tapes so you could listen to it over at his place. You’ve been to his apartment, not for that, it was late and you really enjoy your tequila it was regrettable showing Marcus your sleepy drunk side, dozing off in the car and not remembering how you made it into his bed. 

Thankfully, you were able to salvage that mishap by offering to help Marcus with something he promised his nephew the following weekend: flying a kite. Two educated people could figure it out right? One just needs wind, some speed, and a goof grip on the string thing, right?

Both you and Marcus found this to be incorrect. The sacrifice of three kites wouldn’t be forgotten as both you and Marcus plop down in the grass park near his apartment complex where many of the agents live. The laughter at the situation and yourselves was loud as it was frequent. Two adults could not figure out a children’s pastime that’s been done for generations…well pretty sure it has. You roll onto Marcus’s chest and bop his nose gently.

“You’ll just have to tell your nephew and you, and your girlfriend couldn’t figure it out. It’s a lot more difficult than it seems. Even FBI agents have trouble.” Marcus’ eyes go wide for a moment, and he places his hand on the middle of your back.

“My girlfriend huh? That’s the first time you’ve said it and we’ve been at this nearly two months.” Tilting your head, you want to correct him, but damn he’s right. That’s a problem.

“Um…It’s not that I haven’t wanted to. I just, didn’t feel the need to say it. Though, I guess I should be more forthcoming with these types of things, huh…” Shaking your head, you choose to bury your face in his warm chest and Pike, being the man he is, softly plants a kiss on your forehead and lets you stay in place. Hiding however feebly for a few minutes. He usually picks up on small tells and ticks that tells him your mood and what you might need from him. It’s then you realize that you’re not sure of what his might be. Looking up, he’s just gently smiling. “You should ask me for more. Not just this kite issue and given that we’ve damaged three of them I owe you at this point.” A nervous chuckle has the agent sit up and pull you to sit next to him with his arm across your back at your hip.

“I have plenty, I have you sweetheart. It’s more than enough.” 

You can hear your therapist telling you to weight your options before speaking and ‘pause for the cause.’ Even you know you shouldn’t say it, just keep it next to your heart. The need to ask this incredibly kind man to marry you. Still might be kinda soon for that since you haven’t told him you love him, but that would be implied right?

Wait did you ask him to marry you? Did you just ask Marcus Pike for his hand in marriage?

[draconli]

Dragon Elves Day 19: Crow

Double animal feature!

[im-here-for-everything]

Today’s reminder!

You’ve made it this far. I’m proud of you.

[fanfictasia]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Trooper Hunter, CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Trooper Wrecker, CT-9904 | Crosshair & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-9904 | Crosshair & Emerie Karr Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, Clone Trooper Tech (Star Wars) (minor), Clone Trooper Wrecker (Star Wars) (minor), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo (minor), Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) (minor), Emerie Karr (minor), Batcher the Lurca Hound (Star Wars) (minor) Additional Tags: CT-9904 | Crosshair Needs a Hug, CT-9904 | Crosshair Angst, CT-9904 | Crosshair-centric, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, I am not joking when I say there’s no comfort here, Everyone Needs A Hug, Imperial Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Kinda maybe a little bit, this plot makes no sense, Whumpay 2024, whumpay, Prompt: Phantom Pains, Prompt: Seeking Revenge, Hunter is not evil I swear, There's wayyyyy more to the plot

Summary:

He thought it was Hunter who came to him. He thought his long-lost brother was finally coming home. But whatever or whoever he is, he is not Crosshair's brother. Hunter wouldn't hurt him. He wouldn't. So then why...?

Read on:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14357448/1/Whumpay-Day-Nineteen-Phantom-PainsSeeking-Revenge

https://www.wattpad.com/1446467713-the-bad-batch-one-shot-collection-whumpay-day

[feferi-glubz]

Day nineteen.

Take t)(at L, I guess! 38P

[awhitehead17]

Whumptober 2022: Day 19 - Enough is enough

Prompt: Knees Buckling 

Summary: When he receives a call from his missing son, Bruce doesn't hesitate to drop everything and rush to get to him.

Enjoy! :D

“Master Bruce, you really ought to eat something.”

Bruce ignores Alfred as the man places a plate of sandwiches next to him, his focus is entirely on the screen opposite him.

“Sir, this really isn’t helping anyone.”

Letting out a long breath Bruce turns to his father figure to send him an annoyed glare. “I can’t stop looking Alfred. He’s been missing for five days now. Who knows what’s happened to him or where he could be right now. We have absolutely no leads and I’m not going to stop until I find him.”

With his usual level of calmness, Alfred straightens up and tries to reason with him. “Master Bruce, we are all worried about Master Tim, however running your ragged until you collapse isn’t going to help find him any quicker. You need to look after yourself so when we do find Master Tim you are fighting fit and able to help him.”

Bruce clenches his teeth. He hates it when Alfred is right. He has to admit ever since they realised that Tim is missing, the teenager never making it home after being out with friends, he’s been non-stop in trying to find out what happened to his son. All the family have been going non-stop in order to try and find him. So far they haven’t had any luck and every passing minute Bruce’s concern grows.

Turning away from the computer screen Bruce goes to answer Alfred but he's stopped when his phone begins to ring. Running a hand over his face, Bruce picks up his mobile from where it’s been face down on the desk next to him and notices that there’s no idea caller. Dread immediately fills him and he accepts the call with a sick feeling in his stomach.

“Hello?” He speaks into the phone. There’s a long pause afterwards and all Bruce could hear was heavy breathing on the other side. When no one speaks up for a while Bruce is about to hang up when he suddenly hears a weak and frail voice come through the speaker. The voice makes Bruce freeze and all of a sudden hope sparks inside of him.

“Tim?” He looks over at Alfred with wide eyes, noticing how intensely the elderly man is already watching him.

“-uce?”

“Tim is that you? Can you hear me bud?” Bruce could feel his heart pounding inside his chest and millions of questions flood his mind. Putting his phone on speaker he turns to the computer in order to try and trace the call from his mobile, however before he could type anything Alfred is there pushing him away and taking over the task, allowing Bruce to purely focus on the phone.

“Bruce please…” Tim’s voice sounds broken and it sounds like he's on the verge of tears. It breaks Bruce’s heart to hear his son like this.

“Tim can you tell me where you are? What’s around you? Describe anything to me.”

Tim does more than that, he somehow manages to rattle off an address he believes he’s currently at and Bruce sucks in a deep breath when he finds out that Tim is still in Gotham.

“Tim listen to me, I’m coming to get you alright. Stay exactly where you are, I’m coming to get you okay. I’ll be twenty minutes at most.”

Just as Bruce stands up a broken sob sounds out over the speaker. “Please don’t leave me!”

“No, no, no. Tim listen to me,” Bruce is quick to try and console Tim in a gentle voice, trying to get through to the distraught teen, “I’m not leaving I’m coming to get you. Stay where you are and it’ll be even better if you stay on the phone. Alfred is here. Keep talking to Alfred, Alfred will keep you company until I’m there okay?”

Stepping away from the desk, Bruce rushes to grab a set of keys from his collection but before leaving he back tracks to Alfred. “If anything changes keep me updated through the comms. Can you update everyone else on the situation as well please.”

“Of course Master Bruce. Hurry, go get our boy and bring him home.”

No more is said between them as Bruce sprints to the car and drives out of the Manor at law breaking speeds. He knows exactly where Tim is and prays that the kid is still there by the time he arrives. His thoughts are everywhere as he drives, he has no idea what’s happened to Tim and if its anything to go by the way he sounded over the phone nothing good has occurred. His son is hurt and scared and it pains his heart that’s happened to him, a child who he's supposed to protect.

Bruce told Tim he would be there in twenty minutes, he ends up making it in fifteen. His tires screech as Bruce pulls up to the curb in the middle of some old back streets and he carelessly flings open the doors as soon as the vehicle comes to a stop.

Rushing across the street and into a back alley where Tim mentioned he was, Bruce frantically looks around trying to find his son. It takes a couple moments but in the end he spots the almost hidden phone box against the wall and just on the side of the box clinging desperately on the phone is his son. For the first time in days Bruce feels a sense of relief wash over him. Of course he isn’t stupid, he knows they aren’t out of the woods just yet but they’ve reached the first hurdle, they’ve found Tim. That’s the main thing. They’ll tackle everything else once Tim is home safe and sound.

“Tim!”

He calls out to his son and immediately gets his attention. Tim turns to him, albeit sluggishly but there’s no denying that Tim easily recognises him. As Bruce starts forward he watches as Tim pushes himself away from the phone box, letting go of the phone and begins to stumble towards him on shaky legs.

Clearly struggling to hold himself up, Tim wobbles in place and as he takes his next step Bruce watches as his legs crumble underneath him, his knees giving out, making him crash towards the floor. Lunging forward Bruce is able to catch him just before he hits the ground, Tim falls easily into his arms and Bruce bundles him up closely, instantly scanning to see how badly hurt his son is.

“Bruce?” Tim breathes out, it’s a question and he sounds like he's in disbelief, as if not really believing Bruce is there with him.

Bruce runs a hand through Tim’s greasy and unkempt hair, not caring how gross it is. “I’m here Tim. I’m here. Thank god, I can’t believe…” Bruce couldn’t even finish his thought, every emotion is running through him and he’s just so thankful Tim is in his arms again.

He cups his son’s face and turns it towards him and for the first time in five days he gets a good look at Tim's face. His son is pale (paler than usual), he has dark circles under his eyes, there’s bruising along his cheek bone, some cuts and grazes aligning his forehead covered in smeared and dried blood.

“I’m sorry Bruce… I’m so sorry…” Tim is muttering to him, his voice quiet and weak, clearly showing how exhausted he is. Whatever happened, it’s easy to say these five days haven’t been kind for Tim.

Bruce shushes him. “No. None of that Tim. You have nothing to apologize for. You’re safe now and that’s all that matters. We’re going to go home now okay.”

Cradling Tim in his arms, Bruce wraps an arm around his son’s back and an arm underneath his knees so he's carrying him bridal style. Before heading back to the car however Bruce goes over to the phone box where the phone Tim had dropped is hanging by it’s cord. Adjusting his grip on Tim, Bruce reaches down and grabs the device.

“Alfred?” He speaks into, unsure if the call is still connected.

“I’m here Master Bruce.” Alfred quickly replies. “I assume you’re with Master Tim, is the lad alright?”

Bruce glances down at the kid now dozing in his arms. “I’ve got him. Whether he’s alright or not remains the question but we can check him over once we’re back. Please prep the med-bay for our arrival. I won’t be long.”

“Very well, sir. Everyone has been updated on the situation. We’ll see you soon.”

With that they hang up and Bruce puts the phone back where it belongs. Cradling Tim in his arms once more he finally heads back to the car. They’ve found him, thank god they’ve found him, now what they have to do is help him recover and piece together what happened. For now Bruce is just going to be grateful he’s got his son back alive.

[chasingmidnights]

'Tis the Season: Holiday Special

Day 19 - Carter Baizen - what the holidays might look like with Carter Baizen. To you, there's nothing better than the holidays in New York, especially on the Upper East Side. You put on your favorite knee high stockings and your favorite mittens as you and Carter stroll through Central Park. The two of you also enjoy spending some time ice skating at the Rockefeller Center, especially at night when the tree is all lit up. Before the holiday season is over, Carter takes you to see one of your favorite plays, the Nutcracker. On Christmas, you spend the day sleeping in before opening gifts and making breakfast for the two of you.