Hola, Doomers! Ask and thou shalt receive: here be the June of Doom 2026 prompt list for all your doomsday planning! All the good stuff's below the cut!
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What the heck's a June of Doom?
This is a month-long prompt challenge/ list/ event/ thing that focuses on whump, angst, hurt/ comfort, and the like. Despite the air of doom it exudes, this challenge is very relaxedâyour mod knows life happens but you still want to be part of your fandom(s), and sometimes you can't just sit down 30 days in a row to write/ art/ create. So, this list is out stupid early every year so you have the chance to prepare and particiapte! It's never too soon to Doom!
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Summary: Natasha keeps an injury from you thinking it was something she could handle, problem is it wasn't something she could. Now shes trying not to bleed out in the halls of a HYDRA base
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, injury/blood/blood loss, mention of surgery, happy ending
Word count: 2,237
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When the Hydra agent had lunged at her she had been too focused on you and your safety to notice the knife he had in his left hand. She had felt the cold steel pierce her suit and flesh, but her adrenaline had made sure she hadn't felt the pain. Which is why she was able to quickly end the fight and stem the bleeding before you had even finished taking down the two agents that you were fighting. Meaning you had no clue she was even injured, black hides bloodstains well after all.
At the time, she didn't tell you because she didn't want you to worry. She didn't want you to fret over her in the middle of a Hydra base, especially when the mission still needed to be finished. And if she was honest with herself she may have been a bit blinded to the severity of the wound due to her high pain tolerance and the adrenaline rush that had yet to temper
But that's not really the case anymore. The adrenaline is wearing off, leaving her lightheaded and sweaty. And as she stares at the computer screen in front of her she finds her vision starting to blur at the edges. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in order to try and steady herself but this causes a sharp pain in her wound
"Shit" she mumbles under her breath as she feels blood starting to seep through the makeshift bandages
"Hows the hack going?" you ask, having noticed her sluggish movements
"Fine" she says, a bit strained, "Just finishing up"
But you don't fully believe her. Something is off, you just don't know what yet. You keep your eyes on her while she works, knowing she can feel your gaze and hoping that will be enough to convince her to tell you what's wrong. Only it doesn't. Her posture stiffens in a way that only you would recognize as nervousness, but she doesn't mention anything. She doesn't even talk at all. No flirty banter, no snarky sarcasm. It's very unusual and has multiple alarm bells ringing in your head
"It's done" she announces, breaking you from your thoughts
"Good" you sigh, "Now let's get out of here"
She tucks the drive away and leads you out of the data room and back down the hall you'd come from. She has her one gun drawn and so do you, ready for any threat that may appear. Despite the earlier altercation no alarms are going off in the facility. But that doesn't mean there isn't a sense of urgency to get out. Which is why you find her pace odd. She's always cautious, but her pace is never this slow, or this relaxed.
"Tasha, are you okay?" you finally ask
"I'm fine" she quickly answers, "Just a bit worn after that fight"
Now you're really suspicious. Because when the hell did fighting off one Hydra thug tire her out? This is the woman that ran from The Hulk, rode an alien spacecraft to reach the top of Stark Tower, and fought the Winter Soldier twice. Some nobody was nothing for her, so something was definitely off
But she pushes herself forward, clearly not wanting to delve further into it. And for a few minutes she does seem fine, and her stubbornness has her believing she can pull through this. At least until she was on the quinjet. But the pace eventually becomes too much for her weakened body and she stumbles, only catching herself by bracing against the wall
"You call that fine?" you hiss, tone equal parts worry and reprimand
"JustâŚjust give me a minute" she murmurs, taking in a shaky breath. She can feel the blood seeping into her suit now
Your brows furrow and you gently call out to her, "Tasha? What's wrong?"
Natasha can feel her hands starting to tremble now, and the reality she refused to admit hits her hard. She's hurt, and quite badly. Bad enough that she can no longer ignore it, or the pain. She presses her hand against her side and lets out a soft hiss, confirming your suspicion that she was hurt. But when she pulls her hand away and it's covered in blood, you realize it wasn't a cracked rib, it's so much worse
"Fuck baby, why didn't you tell me?" you ask, quickly moving to press her own hand back against the wound with yours on top of it
"Didn't realize it was this bad" she admits softly, even as she grits her teeth, "And I didn't want to worry you"
"Well, you failed at that" you deadpan, "I am now extremely worried"
"I'm sorry detka(baby)" she forces out through the pain, "âŚ.fuck"
Your brows furrow as you take in her appearance. Pale, sweaty, obviously in pain. It was so very unlike her and it honestly unnerved you just as much as it worried you. And you could tell by the look in her eyes that she's starting to worry too. Which is what prompts you to use your comms
"Cap, do you copy?"
"Copy, whats your status?" Steve replies
"Nat's been stabbed" you tell him, pausing for a moment before continuing, "It's pretty bad. I can get her out but I'm going to need medics on standby at the quinjet"
"Roger that" he confirms, "Do you need assistance with extraction?"
"Well I'd never say no to a little back up" you tell him
"I'm on my way"
You feel a bit better knowing he was coming, but only slightly. You carefully remove your hand from her side to get a better look and curse under your breath when you see just how much blood is seeping through the wrappings and into her suit
"That bad huh?" Nat asks, studying your expression carefully
You take a deep breath and pull out your first aid kit, "It certainly isn't great"
"Yeah" she sighs, tilting her head back to rest against the wall, "I can feel that much"
You remove her makeshift bandages and press some trauma pads against the gushing wound. Natasha lets out a muffled sound of pain and closes her eyes, trying hard to keep her tears at bay
"I know baby, I know" you coo, "I'm sorry"
"Its okay" she grits out through clenched teeth, "Its necessary"
You nod and start wrapping gauze bandages around her to help keep the pads on place and help stem the blood loss. Once you're satisfied you look her over, but what you see only makes your heart drop. She's even more pale now, and her breathing is rather ragged.
"Come on, lets get moving" you tell her, helping her get steady on her feet. You support her as she walks and don't force her to go too fast, not wanting to risk taking away any more of her strength
As you both continue through the halls the only sound that can be heard are the sound of your footsteps and her ragged breathing. The sound tugs at your heart, you can't ever remember a time where she's made that noise, and that has a pit of fear settling in your gut. And that's when your comms crackle, it's Steve informing you that he's had a run in with a large number of Hydra agents. He could handle them, no doubt, but it would slow down his arrival. You didn't voice it to either him or Nat, but that made the pit in your stomach grow
A few minutes later you realize you're holding most of your girlfriends weight now, but before you can say anything about it she stumbles, nearly falling and taking you down with her. You quickly catch yourself and her, and lean her up against the wall
"You okay?" you ask, your eyes darting down to her wound
She shakes her head in a rather jerky manner and mumbles out, "IâŚ.I don't think I am"
"Hey, look at me Tasha" you tell her, cupping her cheek and almost flinching at how clammy she feels
She manages to bring her gaze to you but you can tell she's having trouble focusing her vision, "Detka(baby)âŚI don'tâŚ.don't feel so good"
Hearing her voice so small and vulnerable while knowing how serious her injury is has your heart pounding against your ribcage like a runaway train. Without any hesitation you carefully hoist her into your arms and tuck her close to your chest, and then you head off down the hallway. Your pace is slow at first as you adjust to her weight and position, but you're soon moving as fast as your legs and lungs allow. You're spurred on by the warmth of her breath against your neck, telling you that she was still there, still fighting
As soon as you see Steve you're practically shoving Nat into his arms only because you know he's so much faster, "Go! Get her to the Quinjet!"
Her fingers tighten on your mission gear, "NoâŚ.not leaving you behind"
"You are so stubborn" you tell her as a mix between a chuckle and a sob catches in your throat. Her grip falters and your eyes meet Steve's, "Get her to the medics, I'm right behind you"
He doesn't wait that time, he takes off down the corridor, leaving you to chase after them. As he turns the corner up ahead you notice that even though her sight isn't as sharp as it usually is, Natasha glances over his shoulder to make sure you were still there. The sight has you running even faster, until your muscles are aching and it hurts to inhale
Finally the jet is in view and as you watch Steve carry your girlfriend up the ramp in the distance you feel a small sense of relief wash over you. Even if you weren't beside her yet she was at least being looked at by a professional in the medical field.
By the time you get on board the jet the medics have already opened up her suit and are taking care of her wound. Unfortunately that means they're shoving combat gauze into it in order to stop the bleeding more efficiently, and she's only just had a dose of painkillers. A sound of agony slips past her lips and her hands grip the cot beneath her so tightly that her knuckles go white
"I'm here Tasha" you call out, rushing to her side to offer what comfort you could. You grab one of her hands, letting her squeeze it as hard as she needed to and with your free hand you brush hair off her sweaty forehead and behind her ear, "I know it hurts baby, but they're almost done"
After they pack her wound they wrap more gauze around it and one of them looks to Cap, "I recommend wheels up sir, she needs to be seen in the ICU as soon as possible"
"Alright, I'll tell the pilots" Steve agrees
You look at the lingering medic, "How bad is it?"
"The blade punctured something internally, possibly her kidney. She's stable currently but weak from the blood loss. She should be fine once we get her to SHIELD's ICU"
His reassurance does little to quell your massive amount of anxiety and fear, but you're at least grateful he was honest about the severity. You continue to hold her hand, caress her face and whisper softly to her the entire flight back, and you're grateful that she remains stable the whole time.
Once you arrive you have to let her go back to surgery alone, much to your discontent and hers but you're given the closest waiting room by the staff to make up for it. The wait feels like hours and seconds at the same time, you're not even sure how long you actually wait before being updated on how well she did and that she was being moved to a private room
As Natasha begins to stir back to consciousness she can hear the annoying beep of the heart monitor, it makes her brows furrow even though she's not even fully awake yet. But the she becomes aware of a familiar weight in her hand, and the furrow of her brows softens. She uses all her strength to open her eyes and gently squeeze your hand
"Hi detka(baby)" she mumbles, her voice slightly raspy still
"Don't you hi detka me" you tell her sternly, wiping away some tears, "What were you thinking Tasha, keeping an injury from me?"
Her heart sinks as she realizes what she's put you through, "I'm so sorry Y/n, I truly didn't feel like it was that bad and i didn't want to slow the mission down. It was a reckless decision, and one I shouldn't have made"
"If you ever do that again" you scold, having to reign in a sob
She squeezes you hand to offer reassurance, "I won't, i swear. You'll know about any bruise, scape and serious injury from now on"
You reach over and cup her face, "I was so scared Tasha, I though I was going to lose you"
"I'm sorry I put you through that" she tells you, leaning into your touch, "I have no plans of going anywhere though"
"Then you better not get stabbed again" you halfway joke, making her chuckle
CW: noncon touch (non-sexual), intimate/obsessive villain, injury, threats, established history between characters
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*~*~*~*
There was nowhere left to run; the alley ended in brick, and Villain blocked the exit with infuriating ease.
âGo on,â Villain said, spreading their arms slightly and smiling mockingly. âTry.â
The bait was obvious. They both knew it.Â
Hero still lunged sideways anyway.
Villain's arm snaked around their waist before they'd made it two steps, dragging them effortlessly back into reach. A harsh shove next and Hero was sent crashing into the brick wall hard enough for stars to burst across their vision.
Before they could recover, Villainâs hand slammed beside their head, caging them in.
Hero sucked in a rattling breath.
Villain stood too close for comfort now. Rain clung to their lashes. Hero could smell smoke and steel and the faint copper tang of blood.
âYou know,â Villain said thoughtfully, âI was actually starting to feel insulted.â
âAll that running.â Villain clutched at their chest in mock offence, wearing the smile of someone thoroughly enjoying their own performance. âAfter everything weâve been through?â
Hero shoved at them.
Villain's hand closed around their wrist.
Hero jerked back. The grip didn't budge.
Without looking away, Villain lifted their captured hand and pressed their palm to their own cheek.
Hero tried to pull free.
Villain's fingers tightened.
"See?" they said softly. "Was that so difficult?"
Hero yanked uselessly against their grip. âLet go!â
âBut youâve finally stopped pretending.â Villain practically purred, tightening their hold just enough to make Hero wince. âIâve been waiting all night for this part.â
Hero hated the way their breathing hitched.
Hated that Villain heard it too.
The alley felt unbearably narrow now. Villain seemed to fill it entirely, leaving Hero nowhere to look but at them. Hero couldnât think around them properly when they got like thisâsoft-voiced and intent and terrifyingly patient.
Villain leaned closer. âTell me something,â they murmured. âWhen did you realise you werenât winning?â
Hero glared at them silently.
Villain smiled again. âWas it when I dislocated your shoulder?â They brushed their fingers lightly against Heroâs arm and Hero flinched violently before they could stop themselves. Villainâs expression sharpened with delight. âNo, wait. That was later.â
âGo to hell.â
âThatâs not an answer.â
Heroâs knees nearly buckled as another wave of dizziness rolled through them. Villainâs grip steadied automatically at their waist before they could fall properly.
Hero scowled. The bastard was right, but they didnât have to rub it in!
âAnd yet,â the bastard Villain continued anyway, voice deceptively soft, âyouâre still trying so hard not to beg.â
Hero stiffened.
A slow smile spread across Villainâs face, sharp with satisfaction.
âOh, you hate that word, donât you?â
Heroâs face burned with anger despite the cold rain. âIâm not begging you for shit.â
âNo?â Villain asked mildly.
Their hand slid up slowly, fingers curling around Heroâs throat. Not squeezing yet, just resting there possessively enough to make Heroâs pulse jump beneath their palm.
âYou always sound so pretty when youâre desperate.â
Heroâs stomach dropped.
âDonâtââ
âDo you remember last winter?â Villain interrupted, malice dancing across their face. âWarehouse district. You had a collapsed lung.â Their thumb brushed lightly against Heroâs pulse. âYou could barely breathe. Kept looking at me like you thought I might actually let you die.â
Hero looked away.
Villain caught their jaw immediately and forced them back.
âAh-ah. Stay with me.â
Their voice had gone warm now. Interested.
âYou said please six times that night.â
Heroâs face twisted with humiliation. âShut up.â
âAnd then,â Villain continued like they hadnât spoken, âyou grabbed my coat and saidââ
âI said shut up.â
ââPlease donât leave me here!ââ
Hero shoved at them again, weaker this time. More irrational than forceful.
Villain barely moved.
âOh, that hit a nerve.â Villain sounded delighted. âYou remember.â
Hero wished they didnât.
Villain watched the shame crawl slowly across their expression and looked damn near reverent about it.
âThatâs the thing about you,â they murmured. âYou act so righteous until youâre cornered.â Their grip tightened slightly against Heroâs throat. âThen suddenly you remember how badly you donât want to die.â
Heroâs breathing had gone uneven now. They could hear it themselves. Fast and shallow and humiliatingly frightened.
Villain could definitely hear it too.
They leaned closer still. âGo on.â
Hero stared at them.
âAsk nicely.â
âNo,â Hero said too quickly.
Villainâs smile turned vicious.
âOh, that was pathetic.â
Heroâs chest tightened painfully.
They hated this.
Hated how Villain could peel them apart piece by piece until there was nothing left except raw fear and instinct and the desperate need to get out.
Villain studied them for another long moment before sighing softly.
âYou know,â they said, âI was going to break your ribs.â
Hero looked up sharply at that. Villain, meanwhile, appeared far more interested in tracing the line of their throat.
âBut now Iâm reconsidering.â Their thumb traced Heroâs pulse again. âBecause this is much more entertaining.â
Hero swallowed against the hand at their throat.
Villain watched the movement with open interest.
"Go on," Villain said quietly. "You already know what I'm asking for."
Hero closed their eyes.
The rain continued to fall. Their shoulder hurt. Their legs hurt. Everything hurt. Standing felt difficult. Thinking felt difficult. Villain's voice seemed to fill the entire alley, leaving no room for anything else.
âPlease,â Hero said finally, the word scraping out broken and quiet.
Villain closed their eyes briefly like they were savouring it.
Hero immediately hated themselves for saying it.
Villain looked positively euphoric.Â
âAgain.â
Heroâs face burned.
â...Donât do this.â
âThatâs not what I asked.â
The rain hammered against the alley around them. Somewhere far away, sirens wailed faintly through the city.
Heroâs legs shook harder.
Villain waited patiently.
They knew theyâd win this eventually. The absolute certainty of it was unbearable.
Hero looked away first.
âPlease,â they whispered again, voice breaking. âJustâgive me another chance.â
Villain went still for half a heartbeat.
Then they laughed softly, the sound warm with genuine pleasure.âGod,â they murmured. âI could listen to that for hours.â
*~*~*~*
Scribbled this in the dead of night under circumstances that my lawyer has advised me not to discuss đĄđ¤ am gonna whack him with his damn hammer
this was supposed to be June of Doom No. 3, but according to several unreliable sources, including "the date," it is June 7.
We are ignoring this. Anyone attempting to inform me that a week of June has already passed will be launched directly into the sun. it all leads back to that glowing bastard eventually
General taglist (lmk if you want to be added or removed! <333): @stars-hide-our-fires
June of Doom 2025 | 15. "Please" (blindfoldâfallâtouch starved)
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Part 1
Hero didnât realize they were falling until it was already too late. The world tilted, crooked and bent, and suddenly up was down and down was upâ
Then, gentle hands caught them, steadying them with surprising ease.
âHello, there,â said the Villain, voice smooth like silk and far too familiar.
Hero was too exhausted to muster annoyance. All they wanted was to postpone their inevitable collapse until they were back home, ideally face-down on the thin mattress in the corner of their room. But encounters with villains never ended with rest. Usually, they meant losing the little sleep Hero was allowed to have.
âPlease,â they mumbled, blinking heavily. âI need to get home.â
âIâm here to help, love,â Villain patted them on the head. âYou almost sound that you forgot my little promise.â
Oh. That.
Even though seeing Villainâs place was a tempting offer, Hero didnât have time for that.
âI canât,â they said, rubbing their eyes. âI have to be back at work in four hours.â
They checked their watch again, as if it would change anything. They really needed to go. Any second wasted here was another blow to their already sleep-deprived body.
âI called to your job and said youâre sick.â
âNo you didnât!â
âYes I did. Told them youâve come down with something nasty and shouldn't be out in this weather. They were quite sympathetic, actually.â
Hero fumbled for their phone, panic prickling up their spine. "You didnât. You canât justâthis is bad, Villain. I need to fix thisâ"
Villain caught their wrists gently, pulling their hands away.
âPeople are dying, Villain.â Hero failed to keep their voice steady.
âYes. And theyâll keep dying. With or without you running around. You canât stop that.â
âButââ
âNo buts. You donât have to die with them today. Now, come.â
Hero didnât know what urged them to comply, but they did. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or the softness in Villainâs voice. Either way, they didnât resist as Villain guided them to their car, almost savouring the gentle touch on their wrist.
Villain opened the driverâs side door and picked up two black cotton bands from the seat.
âThe blindfold?â asked the Hero.
âSo you do remember.â
âWhat is the second one for?â
âYour hands.â
âWe didnât agree on this.â
âI donât want your picky fingers anywhere near the blindfold.â
This was stupid idea. Letting the Villain blindfold them, tie them up⌠they were stupid. Yet they turned and clasped their hands behind their back. âDonât make me regret this.â
âI canât promise that.â
The knot wasnât anywhere near tight. Hero could probably wriggle out with little effort, if they wanted. They stayed put.
The ride was quite long, but the Hero suspected Villain took some unnecessary turns to further confuse themânot that it would be needed. Exhaustion fogged Heroâs thoughts until they couldnât focus on anything except the quiet hum of the engine and the soft rhythm of bumps in the road.
At some point, they dozed off, the black blindfold grounding them in comfortable darknessâand soon after, they were rudely waken up again, when the car stopped and the humming sound of the engine died.
Hero felt Villains touch on their arms, as they guided them to lean forward, their fast fingers working on the binds to release their hands.
âAnd my eyes?â
âNot yet.â
They were helped out of the car, steady hands keeping them from stumbling as they were led forward.
 âCareful. Stairs.â
Inside, once the door shut behind them, it finally weighted down on Hero what they have done: this was very, very stupid idea. They stood motionless, blindfolded, heart hammering. Iâm so dead.
But the Villain quickly undid the knot on the blindfold. The soft piece of fabric slipped from their face and fell to their shoulders.
Hero blinked.
The space was... beautiful. All the windows were covered with blinds or heavy curtains, but the interior was spacious, clean, and warm. So unlike the chaos Hero usually associated with Villainâs name.
Villain gently took their hand and led them further in, to the bedroom. âOn the bed.â
âDo you like bossing me around like that?â
âVery much.â
Hero laughed, startled by the sound of it. This was getting ridiculous. They shouldnât be here. The villain shouldnât be doing this.
But that was the thing about villains. They never cared about what they should or shouldnât do.
Villain climbed onto the bed behind them and, with a quiet sigh, wrapped their arms around Heroâs torso.
Hero didnât mean to lean into it⌠yet they did. They were so tired. Every muscle in their body ached, each bone felt brittle⌠and the Villain was so warm. They felt tickling breath on their neck, beautifully slow, even and calm.
âWhen you wake up,â Villain murmured, barely above a whisper. âI will make you watch a cheesy rom-com while I prepare you a breakfast.â
Hero laughed softly. It sounded perfect.
âYou want to poison me?â they teased.
âCome on, again?â Villainâs hand moved, slowly rubbing circles into their shoulder blade.
âIt is fair for me to assume-â
âDonât be stupid.â
They shifted behind Hero, not pulling away. Just adjusting, pressing closer, like they could warm Hero from the outside in. Their hand settled at Heroâs chest now, over their heart. Heroâs never been held like thisâever. And they knew, by now, they would always let Villain tie their hands and cover their eyes, if it meant to be touched like this.
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Hello again! Has it been a whole year already? I swear, this yearâs June of Doom â26 đ has snuck up on me đ Iâve had a year to prepare and I have not even looked at the prompted properly until mid May. BUT! I havenât done one of these bad boys since Kinktober, and I always love working on things for some of my (hopefully our) favourite ATJ blorbos who donât get as much love as they deserve.Â
Iâm doing the whole 30 day challenge again. This yearâs focus will be on: Kraven the Hunter (2024), Bullet Train (2022), Nosferatu (2024), The Fall Guy (2024), 28 Years Later (2025), and Fuze (2026). I might try out a few other ATJ characters I havenât tried before along the way, so keep an eye out for those if you are a fan of any other ATJ characters đŤśÂ
This isnât replacing the fic poll I put up in May asking what yâall wanted: I am currently working on a novel-length Tangerine x Reader fic with First Time vibes, which has been my most requested ask on Tumblr for about 18 months now, and has won a couple of polls. Itâs the kind of fic that I want to fully write before I start dropping chapters, so, in the meantime⌠smaller fics and events!
Iâll also be dropping some crossover fics that me and precisely 2 other people like (/lh /aff) as Tangerine x Sergei is just. In my head now đ With (and without) various Readers. Iâll also be keeping up with my regular weekly chapter of Devotee (Gladiator II, Caracalla x Reader x Geta) throughout June of Doom~
If you enjoy, please consider leaving a little like here, or even better, a kudos over on AO3 đ I write for myself, but I edit for yâall đ Otherwise these would stay a semi-coherent mess on my PC.Â
Canât wait for this yearâs fics? Check out my 30 days, 30 fics June of Doom 2025 completed masterlist.Â
30 days, 30 fics: June of Doom 2026
Like my work? Check out my other fics and master lists. Primarily writing for Aaron Taylor Johnson, Fred Henchinger, Brad Pitt, and Mathew Baynton characters. Slash (canon x canon), het and gender neutral x Reader (never y/n). Some original works shared.Â
Day 01: Out of the ashes | Kraven the Hunter | M | Sergei/Dmitri | unfair fight
A year after Nikolai Kravinoffâs death, Sergei returns home expecting to find the remnants of his fatherâs empire crumbling apart. Instead, he finds Dmitri waiting for him.Â
Day 02: Let her go | 28 Years Later | T | Jamie/Isla | you have to let me go + drowning
On one rare lucid night, Isla asks Jamie for one final trip beyond the village walls â back to the shoreline where they once dreamed of surviving together.
Day 03: Don't look back | Fuze | M | Will/Karalis | deception + misunderstanding + trapped
After a decade of careful planning, Will and Karalis are finally free. When Will follows Karalis to his new reserve in hopes of finally putting into words whatever they have been dancing around for so long, he realises that Karalis has other plans.Â
Day 04: Say her name (not your goodbyes) | Nosferatu | T | Friedrich & Reader | I wonât leave you + dragged + blankets
Friedrich does not want to go on without his Anna. When Friedrich Harding walks into the crypt where Anna and their children lie, grief already consuming him, you refuse to allow him to surrender and join them in their final resting place.
Day 05: Hold on | Bullet Train | T | Tangerine/GN!Reader | grief Â
Tangerine is ready to burn the whole train down after finding Lemon bleeding out in Kyoto. From the other end of the phone, you do everything you can to keep grief from turning him into a dead man walking.Â
Day 06: The cost of being kept | Kraven the Hunter | M | Dmitri & GN!Reader, Sergei/Reader | forced to watch
You have always known that Sergei would come for you, should someone be foolish enough to actually try and kidnap you. You just never expected to be taken alongside Sergeiâs brother.Â
Day 07: The sound of Survival (1 of 3) | Bullet Train | T | Tangerine/Ladybug | buried alive + can you hear me
When the shinkansen derails and Tangerine becomes trapped in the wreckage, heâs convinced this is how he and Lemon will reunite, until a voice through the wreckage gives him hope.Â
Day 08: Not random material (1 of 3) | Kraven the Hunter x Bullet Train | E | Nikolai/Reader; Tangerine/Reader | revenge + collared
You have always known that Nikolai does not pay randoms. Not for his boys. Not for anyone. When you are taken, survival is no longer something theoretical. Suddenly, the lessons meant to keep you alive begin to look a lot like preparation for something far worse.Â
Day 09: Damage control | The Fall Guy | T | Tom/Reader | I made a mistake + crying + broken glass
In the aftermath of Colt Seaversâ fall, you find Tom Ryder drunk, shaking, and ready to confess everything. Loving Tom has always meant cleaning up his messes â even when Tom himself is ready to confess his sins.Â
Day 10: Echoes of wreckage (2 of 3) | Bullet Train | T | Pairing | where am I? + handcuffs
Tangerine deals with the aftermath of the train derailment.Â
Day 11: Reasons to survive | MCU | T | Pietro/Reader | left for dead
You should have left once you pulled him from the rubble. Instead, you somehow end up babysitting a concussed Pietro Maximoff while he insists on flirting through the pain, the panic, and the dust still settling around you both.Â
Day 12: Between the truth and lies | Fuze | T | Will/Reader | donât life to me
Ten years after the loss of his squad in Afghanistan, Will starts slipping into a silence you canât follow. You refuse to let him go without a fight.
Day 13: A place to fall silent | Nosferatu | T | Friedrich/Reader | I just want to forget
In the dim receiving rooms of a London brothel, Friedrich Harding comes seeking forgetfulness. Instead, you offer him privacy, quiet, and a hand to hold while the memories refuse to fade.
Day 14: The darkness between the cracks | Fuze | T | Will/Reader | youâll have to do better than that + darkness + trembling
There is blood on the bed. Bruises already beginning to form around your throat. Terror in his eyes that has nothing to do with you and everything to do with the ghosts he brought home from Afghanistan. You have waited too long to get him back to let him run now.
Day 15: Found (2 of 3) | Bullet Train x Kraven the Hunter | T | Nikolai/Reader; Tangerine/Reader | youâll be ok. Maybe. + touch starved
Rescue comes from an unexpected place.
Day 16: ??? | Bullet Train | M | Tangerine/Reader | take me instead + kidnapping
Thereâs nobody in the world more important to Tangerine than Lemon is. Not even you. Somewhere between Covent Garden and Piccadilly Circus, you realise someone is following you. When the opportunity presents itself, you make your decision without hesitation. If only one of you gets to walk away safe, you already know who it has to be.
Day 17: ??? (3 of 3) | Bullet Train x Kraven the Hunter | M | Nikolai/Reader; Tangerine/Reader | Iâm worried about you + nightmares
Tangerine helps you deal with the aftermath of captivity.Â
Day 18: ??? | 28 Years Later | T | Jamie/Reader | how long have you been like this?
You were supposed to turn three seconds after the bite. Itâs been nearly three months.
Day 19: ??? | Bullet Train | T | Tangerine/Ladybug | carry + regret + (mistaken) major character death + whatever happensâŚ
Ladybug is halfway to drinking himself unconscious in a Kyoto izakaya when a dead man walks back into his life. Tangerine just wants to know what the hell he did in a past life to deserve this.Â
Day 20: ??? | Kraven the Hunter | T | Sergei/Reader | Iâll be fine
When you find Sergei injured, alone, and bleeding on the forest floor with the poachers that did this still out there, you know what you have to do.Â
Day 21: ??? | Fuze | T | Will/Reader | heatwave + dissociation
The hottest day of the year leaves London sweltering beneath an endless blue sky. In your kitchen, Will stares out the window and disappears somewhere thousands of miles away.Â
Day 22: ??? (3 of 3) | Bullet Train | M | Tangerine/Ladybug | youâre still you + disability + recovery
Tangerine struggles to adapt to his injuries.Â
Day 23: ??? | Project Hail Mary x The Fall Guy | T | Colt & Ryland; Colt/Tom | unreliable + you promised + plea
âIâm so, so very angry at you right now, Ryland. You promised. Me and you against the world. Itâs only been a year, and youâve already missed so much. Fuck. Thatâs⌠give me a second, thatâs not really⌠sunk in yet. Youâre going to miss everything. I was wrong. I canât do this.â
Day 24: ??? | Nosferatu | M | Friedrich/Reader | drugged + locked door Â
When Friedrich hears that you have been indulging in an improper pastime, he takes steps to ensure that such unseemly behaviour does not continue.Â
Day 25: ??? (1 of 3) | Bullet Train | E | Tangerine/Reader/Ladybug | this is all my fault + confession + pushed away
Eighteen months after walking away from Tangerine and the mess he made of your relationship, you wake up handcuffed to your own bed with your ex standing over you like nothing ever changed.
Day 26: ??? (2 of 3) | Bullet Train | E | Tangerine/Reader/Ladybug | youâre only making it worse + obsession
When Ladybug returns to find a new guest in Tangerineâs safehouse, he decides itâs time to set a few things straight.Â
Day 27: ??? (series part 1 and 3) | Kraven the Hunter | E | Sergei/Reader | youâre pathetic + kneeling + muzzled
âMaybe youâre more of a sweet puppy than a pathetic little stray after all.âÂ
Day 28: ??? (3 of 3) | Bullet Train | M | Tangerine/Reader/Ladybug | obsession
You and Ladybug can at least agree on one thing: Tangerine means everything.Â
Day 29: ??? | Nocturnal Animals | M | Ray/Reader | trust me + forbidden love + doubt
The chain is long enough to let you pretend. Long enough to reach the doorway, but not the outside. . Long enough to make you obedient. Long enough to give you hope.
Day 30:??? | Fuze | T | Will/Reader | I thought you were dead
After months of being treated like a suspect in the wake of the London explosion, you finally track your missing husband down to Karalisâ nature reserve â and discover that Will never intended for you to find him at all. Furious, heartbroken, and very much not ready to forgive him, you decide that if Will wants his marriage back, he is going to have to earn it.
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June of Doom 13: Electrocution + August of Whump 8: Defiance
Masterlist
CW: Electric torture
âYou could avoid this, you know. Just do what I want and you wonât have to go through anything more.â
Whumpee just snarled in response.
Whumper shrugged lightly, as if they were agreeing to disagree on what ice cream flavor was the best instead of deciding to torture someone over a totally reasonable lack of cooperation.
Whumper flipped a switch. Whumpee screamed as pain ripped through them. They saw stars. They lost control of their movement as their muscles spasmed.
It went on for several seconds that felt like hours, and then Whumper flipped it back off.
âChanged your mind yet?â
No, Whumpee thought, but didnât deign to give them an answer. Whumper took their silence as the negative it was.
Again, white, searing pain, and a loss of control over their own body as the electricity ran through them.
âYou gonna cooperate now?â Whumper checked in.
Whumpee called Whumper a choice insult, in a voice that was now significantly weaker than their will.
The soreness of muscles overtaxed by electrical stimulation was drowned out by a brighter, more acute pain as Whumper shocked them again. âI can do this a lot longer than you,â Whumper said before turning it off once more. âEither you can give in to me, or we can continue until you lose consciousness.â
Whumpee glared. There wouldnât be much point in feigning unconsciousness if their reaction to the next bout of electricity would give them away anyway. But they werenât giving in to this. They would have to hope unconsciousness came sooner rather than later.
Juneofdoom 2025: 18 âHow long have you been like this?â @juneofdoom
No oneâs POV.:
âI really think you should go home, Innieâ, Seungmin hummed, guiding the younger to sit down at the desk of the studio. The pair had been practicing their lines for the upcoming album for barely an hour but Jeonginâs voice already sounded strained and he had started coughing frequently about ten minutes ago. Handing the maknae his water bottle, Seungmin frowned: âWhatâs going on? You seemed fine earlier?â â âI dunnoâ, Jeongin muttered, clearing his throat, âI did feel fine earlier. What is happening to me?â â âHm, what exactly are you feeling?â, the older hummed, brushing the backs of his fingers against Jeonginâs forehead. Closing his eyes, the maknae breathed: âI feel really weak and shaky all of a sudden, my head hurts and I dunno why my throat is so meh.â â âYouâre really warm and you sure you felt alright this morningâ, Seungmin pushed, rubbing the otherâs back when he started coughing again. With a defeated nod, Jeongin slumped back in his seat and rasped: âHonestly, I really wanna go home and lay down.â
Hearing this statement from their usually workaholic maknae was enough to ring the alarm bells for Seungmin and he quickly called a cab to take the younger back to his dorm. âDo you want me to text Chan-hyung and let him know?â, he offered but unsurprisingly, Jeongin shook his head and mumbled: âDonât wanna worry hyung. Not with the approaching deadlines. What am I gonna do if my voice keeps fucking up? I wonât be able to record well.â â âThatâs something weâll figure out when the time comesâ, Seungmin reminded, grabbing both of their backpacks, âLetâs focus on getting you home first and then we can think about the rest. I will have to text manager-nim though. If your fever keeps rising at this pace, heâll have to make some changes to your schedule.â
âHyung, the only illness coming on this fast would be the fluâŚâ, Jeongin whispered as he collapsed into his seat, sluggishly fumbling with his seatbelt. Biting his lip, Seungmin nodded. The thought had already crossed his mind. That was also why he had decided to accompany the younger to the apartment he shared with Chan. If it was really the flu, Jeongin would be declining further and at a rapid pace. There was no way he could leave the younger to his own devices. Tapping around on his phone, Seungmin muttered: âI know, Innie. Manager-nim thinks so too. Weâll work something out, donât worry about it. All you need to focus on, is resting and recovering well. Have you been taking your vitamins?â â âI-I think so? Might have forgotten once or twice with how busy we were but yeahâ, the younger mumbled as he closed his eyes. The movement of the car making him dizzy.
By the time they arrived, Jeongin could barely keep himself on his feet, most of his weight being supported by Seungmin, who had slung the youngerâs arm across his shoulders. âMy headâs killing meâ, Jeongin groaned slumping against the wall of the elevator as the doors closed with a much too loud âdingâ. Luckily, the members visited each other so frequently, that they knew each otherâs door codes, so that Seungmin could let them both in. Guiding the maknae to the couch, he hummed: âLet me take off your shoes and then Iâll help you to bed.â â âPlease make it stop, hyungâ, Jeongin whimpered, covering his face. It was hard to tell, whether the glossy look in his eyes were tears or his fever showing. Seungminâs heart ached for his dongsaeng but there was little he could do, so he gently tugged the sneakers off the otherâs feet and hoisted him up.
âDo you wanna change your clothes?â, Seungmin offered when they made it to Jeonginâs room. The maknae shook his head and breathed: âJusâ bed. Sleep.â â âAlright, here. Lay downâ, Seungmin cooed, easing the younger down on the edge of the mattress, âI really do think, I should call Chan-hyung though. Manager-nim probably already told him. Maybe thatâs why your phone has been buzzing like that all the time.â With Jeongin too out of it to argue, Seungmin helped him lay down properly and dialed Chanâs number while he went to fetch some medicine. Unsurprisingly, the leader already knew the gist of what was happening and promised heâd come home as early as possible and finish editing at home, so he could keep an eye on their dongsaeng. Seungmin would have to return to the company building though because his schedules too had been altered in an attempt to accommodate Jeongin, so the maknae would be alone for a couple of hours.
To make sure, Jeongin would handle it alright, Seungmin made him take his medicine and adjusted the a/c in his bedroom, leaving the younger with a cold cloth on his forehead and his phone charging on the nightstand next to his water bottle. âInnie?â, he tried, âI need to go back but Chan-hyung will only be a couple more hours, yeah? Rest well.â Unsure whether Jeongin had heard him or was already too far into dreamland, Seungmin also wrote him a note and stuck it to his dongsaengâs phone before leaving to get back to work.
To Chanâs surprise, the place was dark and quiet when he returned. He had expected Jeongin to be curled up on the couch, a comfort movie playing to distract himself from his misery but no, not a sound to be heard. Quietly kicking off his shoes, Chan left his laptop on the dining table and made his way to his dongsaengâs room. The pitiful sounds Jeongin made in his sleep still surprised him though and he gently felt the boyâs forehead, wincing at the heat. He startled when the younger glanced up at him. âHey, Innieâ, the leader whispered, âHowâre you feeling?â â âYouâre home, hyung? How was your flight?â, Jeongin yawned, voice low and crackling with congestion. Furrowing his brows, Chan muttered: âWhich flight? I was at the studio, love.â â âWith Minho-hyung, right? He was gonna make dumplings.â â âI was with Changbin and Jisung today. When did he say that?â, the leader hummed, earning a tired shrug, âYouâre a little out of it, huh? How long have you been like this?â â âLike whaâ?â, Jeongin yawned, massaging his throat.
âYour temperature is through the roof. How are you feeling?â, Chan cooed worriedly. The water bottle still sat untouched on the nightstand. Handing it to Jeongin, Chan encouraged: âHere, drink something. Your brain is fried.â â âLike chicken?â, the maknae pouted but obediently finished half of his drink. Running his fingers through Jeonginâs hair, the leader smiled: âYou still didnât tell me how you feel.â â âYou asked meâŚ? Oh⌠Iâm okay. Everything hurts though, head, throat, body, âŚâ, Jeongin slurred, âThe water is nice on my throat.â â âYou can finish it, Iâll get you more if you need moreâ, Chan promised, âAre you hungry, Innie?â Shaking his head, the younger closed his eyes. âYou could have another dose of medicine if we got something in your tummyâ, the Aussie reasoned but Jeongin shook his head again.
Burying his face in his pillow, Jeongin tried to muffle the grating cough that tore up his throat but Chan could still hear how painful it had to be. The eldest nudged him with the water bottle and cooed: âCome on, maknae-yah. Finish your drink and then Iâll go find you some lozenges for your throat.â â âCanât you just put me out of my misery, hyung?â, Jeongin choked out, scrubbing his face with a strained laugh. Had Chan not known the younger as long as he had, he might even have been fooled by the boyâs attempts at hiding his tears but he wasnât. âSorry, Innie, no can doâ, the leader smiled as he wrapped his arm around Jeonginâs shoulders, âIâll do my best to make it better though, yeah? We still have some leftover rice. Youâre gonna eat that and then, weâll get you medicated and all cozy on the couch with a movie to distract you while we wait for the medicine to kick in.â
âYou didnât mention the dizzinessâ, Chan commented, arms wrapped tightly around Jeonginâs waist to keep him from toppling over. Nails desperately digging into his hyungâs biceps, Jeongin whimpered: âI didnât know. For fuckâs sake, I was fine this morning.â With relative ease, Chan picked the younger up and carried him to the couch, instructing: âStay put. Iâll get some rice.â Shivering pathetically, Jeongin drew his knees up to his chest and pulled the quilt off the back of the couch to wrap it around his shoulders. He didnât even realize he had started to cry until he felt Chanâs hands on his cheeks, brushing away the tears. âWhatâs wrong?â, the leader frowned, hands still cupping Jeonginâs fever-flushed cheeks, âTalk to me, Innie. How can I help?â â âI-Iâ, the maknae hiccupped, âI jusâ feel s-so bad.â His breath caught in his throat, sending him into a painful coughing fit.
âHyung, the comebackâ, Jeongin cried once he had caught his breath. Shaking his head, Chan sighed: âDonât worry about the comeback for now, Innie. Hyungs will figure that out. All you need to do is take it easy and get better. Stressing out isnât going to help with that.â â âBut-â â âNo butsâ, the Aussie denied, âWeâll do just fine. Weâve handled members getting sick shortly before or during comebacks. With how things have been going, weâre perfectly on time so far, so we can figure it out.â Covering his face with his sleeve, Jeongin sniffled: âIsnât that hard when you gotta be here with me because I canât even remember to drink some fucking water by myself?â â âOh, your brain is starting to function againâ, Chan chuckled, âSo it was mainly dehydration. Thank goodness. Innie, first of all, youâre more important than work, secondly, I got my laptop and will catch up on work when you sleep and thirdly, the flu is no joke. I donât blame you for being out of it but letâs see if we can bring that fever down a bit, so you can rest more comfortably.â
Though his appetite was none existent, Jeongin forced down a few bites of rice because he didnât want to inconvenience Chan further. He obediently swallowed the pill the leader handed him and startled when he was pulled into a tight hug. âStop overthinkingâ, Chan warned, resting his chin atop his dongsaengâs head, âI can hear your mind racing from here. Everything will work out, I promise.â With a hoarse sigh, Jeongin relaxed into his hyungâs embrace and breathed: âI know and I trust you it will, I jusâ â I canât help it.â â âDo you want me to make you some tea? Your throat sounds shreddedâ, the leader offered but Jeongin shook his head, mumbling: âCan you jusâ stay like this for a little? If it doesnât delay your work too much.â â âOh, it wonât. Donât worryâ, Chan beamed as he tightened his hold on the maknae, âIâll gladly stay like this, however long you want me to.â
"God fucking damn it!" Hero slammed their foot against the door of their cell, the metal clanging loudly in their ears. "I swear to fuck, if you don't open this door right now-!"
They slammed their foot again. And again. And again. "Superhero, if you don't let me out right now-!"
They refused to cry, even out of frustration. Even if they were angry tears, Hero would not shed them. This wasn't fair... This wasn't fair, goddammit! Superhero did not get to teach Hero all the things they knew, only to lock them up using those same techniques. Superhero had no right to betray them, after they showed so much care for them. And Superhero certainly had no right to tell them that humanity was good and that heroes served to protect, only to back out of their promise when it mattered the most. They had no right.
When their feet were tired, Hero decided to pound their fists, not caring how much it hurt. After a while, they decided to take a short break and slammed their head against the door gently and exhaled loudly.
Are there even any guards outside? Or has Superhero abandoned me completely?
"It's no use, young one."
Hero jumped and swished their head behind them. Their eyes focused on the dark corner of the cell, their heart nearly jumping out of their throat when they realized someone was there, sitting in the corner, watching.
"Who are you and how long have you been there?" Hero demanded, getting goosebumps at the thought of not noticing someone watching her try repeatedly and fail to gather someone's attention. Especially in a small cell like this.
The figure let out a small chuckle. "Oh dear. I did not realize the heroes would've forgotten me so quickly."
Hero's eyes widened and they took a small step back. "Supervillain."
The figure grinned and stood up slowly, taking their time as Hero followed their movements with wide eyes. "That's right." The long figure of the villain stretched with a satisfied groan, their eyes meeting the hero's.
"But, but you disappeared." Hero's voice was meek to their own ears. Supervillain grinned.
"Is that what your beloved mentor told you?"
At the mention of Superhero Hero felt another wave of rage washed over them. "Yeah." They growled. "...Of course they did." They huffed and turned away, tears threatening to spill at this other act of betrayal. To lock them up was one thing. But to lock them up with Supervillain, of all people. That was a new level of low.
"There's no need to be afraid." Hero flinched at the sudden hand on their shoulder. "I believe we're on the same side now."
"Hah." The hero sniffed and wiped their eyes quickly. "Apparently."
The most feared villain Hero knew mercifully ignored their tears. Their hand stayed on their shoulder, squeezing slightly.
"Not to worry," they could feel the other's smile and shivered, "I have a plan."
