Hola, Doomers! Tis the season! Well, maybe not yet, but we don't actually acknowledge a proper calendar around these parts, do we? That said, it's time for the first-ever Doomer-requested Holi-DOOM Bingo Card!
What the heck's Holi-DOOM?
It's a bingo card. Each square has two prompts. The top prompt is a whump prompt, and the bottom one is a festive prompt! You pick which one you want to do (or do both)! The point is to get bingo—row, column, diagonal, four corners, even postage stamp!
This event will run during December. If you want your work reblogged here, just tag @juneofdoom in your post. Anything tagged before December will be put in the queue for December 1st. The squares don't follow any sort of day schedule— just post whatever prompt on whatever day, any time in December.
Rules
Tag your stuff with appropriate warnings, plzkthnx.
AI-created content is highly discouraged and frowned upon. I have no way of "checking", but I respect the time and effort people put into their crafts and encourage everyone to do the same. This isn't a contest for best written or prettiest art — it's a challenge, so challenge yourself.
Be cool. We're cool here. Don't like, don't read. Don't start none, won't be none. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it. Let people be happy. 💕 (But if someone's comin' at you within the confines of this challenge, let me know ASAP.)
FAQ
You can participate with original and fan works!
You can do so with whatever medium you want!
You can combine this challenge with other challenges!
You can start/ finish this challenge whenever the heck you want! And I'll reblog it here if you tag the blog, even if it's not December!
You can use one, some, or all of the prompts listed for a given day however you want! The point is to be creative!
You can mix and match prompts from different days!
Angst, hurt/comfort, and lighter/funnier forms of whump are welcomed and encouraged! Torture takes many forms! :)
[AO3 Collection] - Opens late November 2026
If you have any questions, comments, shout outs, ideas, or just need some encouragement, inbox me anytime!
Have fun, Doomers! ❄️
June of Doom Prompt Lists: 2023 || 2024 || 2025 || 2026 || 2027
I'm so glad there's someone else who loathes summer! I'm not alone lol!!🙏🙏🤪
Ugh, just give me darkness, give me chilly weather, give me rain, give me autumn storms, give me the colour changing on the trees🥰 Heat and sunshine be gone😆
Anyways, LOVE the 2027 prompts list!! It's given me so much inspiration to write and I'm already hard at work with it😇
RAINY AUTUMN IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL.
I have Reverse SAD, and my happy half of the year is September 1st-March 1st. I love not sweating, not having my eczema flare, and not being eaten by bugs. The only things I like about summer are thunderstorms and drive-ins.
In the colder months, it's totally acceptable for me to want to stay in my house, under my blankets. My favorite hobbies involve sitting: writing, reading, knit/ crochet, puzzles, video games, crafting. I like my gym time, but please stop telling me it'll be so fun if I just "get out there!" Sir, I live in the hottest bed of deer ticks in this country, and I am not observant, thorough, or dedicated enough to guarentee I'll see a tiny-ass tick on me before I get Lyme Disease.
Sorry. I am very passionate about this subject lol.
I'm glad the summer months and extended sunshine help people who suffer in the winter, but I am not sad when it's my turn not to be miserable. I'll cheer those people up myself because I'll be in a good mood!
Glad you're loving the 2027 list! Can't wait to see what you do with it!
I completely missed JOD this year because of a family emergency, but still have plenty of ideas for the prompts.
Can I still use the 2026 prompts list, or maybe already start posting for the 2027 one?😏
You can use any of the prompt lists whenever you like! You tag the blog, and I'll share it here! I hope everything is better for you now!
If you tag the blog in anything you share for 2027, I will queue it to be reblogged here in June! I'll even leave a little heart on it to let you know it's scheduled. :)
At this very moment, exhausted, because there is very loud night construction going on right outside my house, and despite the heavy sleeping pill I take, I am constantly being woken up by back-up beepers and chunks of road being thrown into dump trucks. I'm so very tired.
Aside from that, I'm doing well! I have a story idea I'm excited about for the first time in a while. I'm making a bunch of bracelets and crocheting a giant graphgan with a Tabby Slime on it from Slime Rancher when I'm not writing. And while I do that, I'm listening to some lectures on MasterClass thanks to a gift subscription someone gave me.
I'm ready for autumn. I'm ready for school to start in 42 days so I can go back to work. I'm ready for the sun to set at 7 PM. You guys help me get through summer and distract me from how much I loathe this time of year. It's just a little longer!
I hope you guys like the prompt list and make the most of it! Thank you for being amazing! <3
Okay, so... With the bingo card, are you supposed to just do a line and be done? Or are you allowed to do more? Could you do the whole card if you wanted to?
Friend, you can do a work for each prompt on each square if you wish! If you wanna fill that card, do it! If you wanna make an X, a T, an O, some other picture or pattern, have at it! To get bingo, you still have to do a row/ column/ diagonal, four corners/ postage stamp, but if you wanna do more, the world is your oyster! :D
Hola, Doomers! It's July 15th, so here's the June of Doom 2027 prompt list for all your doomsday planning! All the good stuff's below the cut!
Previous Dooms: 2023 || 2024 || 2025 || 2026
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 relaxed—your 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!
Rules
Tag your stuff with appropriate warnings, plzkthnx.
AI-created content is highly discouraged and frowned upon. I have no way of "checking", but I respect the time and effort people put into their crafts and encourage everyone to do the same. This isn't a contest for best written or prettiest art — it's a challenge, so challenge yourself.
Be cool. We're cool here. Don't like, don't read. Don't start none, won't be none. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it. Let people be happy. 💕 (But if someone's comin' at you within the confines of this challenge, let me know ASAP.)
FAQ
You can participate with original and fan works!
You can do so with whatever medium you want!
You can combine this challenge with other challenges!
You can start/ finish this challenge whenever the heck you want! And I'll reblog it here if you tag the blog, even if it's not June!
You can use one, some, or all of the prompts listed for a given day however you want! The point is to be creative!
You can mix and match prompts from different days!
If nothing on a certain day is inspiring you, there are 15 alternate prompts to play with!
Angst, hurt/comfort, and lighter/funnier forms of whump are welcomed and encouraged! Torture takes many forms! :)
I'll post reminders and such as we get closer!
[AO3 Collection] - Open late May 2027
[Banners] - Eventually!
**Only posts that tag the blog @juneofdoom will be reblogged. I am a one-man show and haven't time to comb through all the variants of the #juneofdoom tags anymore with the number of participants we have, so if you want to be featured here on the main blog, just @ me!**
If you have any questions, comments, shout outs, ideas, or just need some encouragement, inbox me anytime, June or not!
Have fun, Doomers! ⚡︎
2027 Prompt List ⚡︎
"Don't panic."
| Obedience | Shivering | Vertigo
"I'm trying!"
| Whip | Emergency Room | Blackmail
"Leave me alone."
| Cold Shoulder | Locked Out | Relapse
CW: aftermath of noncon, injury reveal, bruises, concussion, blood
@juneofdoom
*~*~*~*
Villain knew Hero was waiting up for them before they even opened the apartment door. Golden light spilled beneath it, and the television murmured softly on the other side.
They closed their eyes briefly before unlocking it and stepping inside. The warmth of the apartment hit first. Then Hero’s eyes.
They were curled into the couch in sleep clothes, one sock missing, book abandoned face-down beside them. Their expression sharpened immediately when they saw Villain.
There it is, Villain thought tiredly. The worrying.
They loved Hero for it.
God, they loved them for it.
Which was precisely why they couldn’t bear this.
“You’re late,” Hero said softly.
Villain slipped off their gloves one finger at a time to hide the slight tremor in their hands. “Work.”
Their voice sounded normal. Calm. Dryly amused.
Good.
The hallway swayed slightly when they started walking.
Less good.
Villain compensated automatically, smoothing their gait before Hero could comment on it. Years of practice made the adjustment effortless despite the nausea clawing behind their eyes.
Shower.
They just needed the shower. Wash off the blood, the hands, the smell.
Then they could come back out and smile properly and let Hero fuss over a fake headache or a pulled muscle and everything would be fine.
“You’re bleeding,” Hero said.
Villain touched absentmindedly at the side of their neck. Their fingertips came away red.
Annoying.
“Comes with the job.”
Hero didn’t laugh.
Villain could feel their gaze following every movement as they loosened their cuffs and headed for the hallway.
Don’t ask questions, Hero. Please.
“I’m going to shower,” Villain said lightly. “Then you can scold me for my work-life balance.”
Behind them, silence.
Then—
“Turn around.”
Villain stopped.
Their eyes slid shut for half a second.
Damn it.
Hero almost never used that tone.
It slipped under Villain’s ribs and curled around their spine until disobedience felt impossible.
Villain stood there for a moment arguing with themself.
They could ignore it.
Technically.
They could laugh and keep walking and lock the bathroom door behind them.
Hero wouldn’t force them, would never force them. But then they would get that look in their eyes tomorrow morning. Hurt hidden behind understanding. Quiet acceptance masking their worry.
Villain hated that look. Hated being the cause of it even more. It was ridiculous, honestly. They faced armed mercenaries without blinking. Lied to governments. Walked into torture chambers with their pulse steady.
But Hero saying ‘turn around’ in that soft voice?
Devastating.
Villain almost smiled despite themself.
Idiot.
Completely gone for them.
They hid the expression before turning around carefully.
Too late.
Hero’s mouth twitched.
“You’re amused?”
“No.”
Liar.
Hero stood and walked closer.
Villain kept their posture easy despite the pounding in their skull. Their suit was still immaculate. Hair still neat enough. They knew how to hold themself together.
Hero's gaze travelled over them once, calculating.
Too perceptive.
Villain resisted the urge to fidget.
“You’re favouring your left side,” Hero said quietly.
“A bruise.”
“You took your gloves off before your coat.”
Villain blinked once.
“The blood on your collar bothered you more than the blood on your hands,” Hero continued softly. “Which means you knew it was there already.”
Clever thing.
Villain kept their expression smooth. “You always did overanalyse me.”
Hero ignored that entirely. Their gaze lifted to Villain’s face instead.
“And you have a concussion.”
Villain sighed softly through their nose. “Mild.”
“One pupil’s blown.”
“…Moderate concussion.”
Hero stepped closer. Villain held perfectly still.
“You should sit down,” Hero murmured.
“I’d rather shower first.”
“Why?”
Villain smiled faintly. “Because I’m covered in blood?”
“No.” Hero tilted their head slightly. “That’s not the reason.”
Dangerous.
Dangerous conversation.
Villain’s stomach tightened.
“You’re very determined tonight.”
“You’re very evasive tonight.”
Villain looked away briefly, gaze catching on the bathroom door. So close.
Hero followed the glance immediately.
Ah.
Villain suppressed a grimace.
Hero softened then, all sharp intelligence melting into something unbearably fond.
“Okay,” they said quietly. “One thing first.”
Villain eyed them warily. “Hm?”
“Just one hug.”
Absolutely not.
The answer flashed through Villain instantly.
It was too risky. Far too close.
Hero would feel the shaking. The bruises. The way Villain flinched at pressure in the wrong places.
Worse—Villain wanted it.
God, they wanted it.
They were exhausted down to the marrow. Their head rang. Their skin still crawled from unwanted hands and cruel laughter and being held down—
No.
No.
Shower first.
Control themself first.
Hero watched the war play across their face and softened further.
“I don’t care that you’re dirty,” they said gently. “Then you can shower and I’ll stop bothering you.”
Villain almost laughed at that. As if Hero had ever stopped bothering them. As if Villain had ever truly wanted them to.
Their chest ached suddenly with helpless affection.
Hopeless.
They were absolutely hopeless for this person.
“…One hug,” Villain muttered.
Hero smiled immediately.
It hit Villain right in the ribs.
Idiot, they thought again, exasperated and terribly fond.
Slowly, reluctantly, Villain spread their arms slightly in invitation.
Hero stepped into them at once.
One arm slid around Villain’s waist. The other curled around the back of their neck.
Villain stiffened immediately.
Wrong.
Hero didn’t usually hug like this.
Their pulse stumbled. “Sweetheart—”
Too late.
Hero’s fingers had already disappeared into their hair, searching and careful.
Then suddenly not careful at all as fingertips brushed the sticky blood matted at the back of Villain’s head.
Villain hissed sharply.
Hero went still for exactly one second.
Then their hand at Villain’s waist tightened.
Not affection anymore.
…Assessment.
They tried to pull back immediately, but Hero's other hand slid lower first, fingertips grazing beneath the hem of their shirt.
Pain flared white-hot across Villain's hips. They jerked violently.
Hero froze.
Beneath the lifted fabric, dark purple fingerprints bloomed across Villain's skin, stark even in the dim hallway light.
Villain's stomach dropped clean through the floor.
No.
No no no—
Hero stared.
Then their gaze snagged on another bruise, lower this time.
Teeth.
Villain felt Hero go utterly motionless against them.
Too late. They knew.
Villain shoved them back hard enough that Hero stumbled.
“Don’t.”
Their voice cracked violently.
Hero stared.
Their hand lifted instinctively, then stopped halfway when Villain flinched.
Villain dragged their shirt back down with hands that refused to cooperate. One side caught on their belt. They yanked harder than necessary.
"Well," they muttered, forcing an exhausted smile. "That was invasive."
Hero didn't answer. The colour had drained from their face.
Villain's smile faltered. "...I'm fine."
Hero's eyes flicked to the blood still drying in Villain's hair.
"...Mostly," Villain conceded.
The silence stretched.
Hero swallowed once.
"Who?" they asked quietly.
Villain blinked. "What?"
"Who did this to you?"
Villain looked almost offended. "That's an incredibly broad question. You see, it could be the concussion. Could be the broken ribs. Could be—"
Villain caught themself too late.
"...Actually, no, let's not make a list. It'll ruin the night."
Another silence stretched between them.
When Villain spoke again, the humour was thinner now. Held together by habit.
"It wasn't..."
Their jaw locked.
The next word refused to come.
For a long moment they simply stood there, staring somewhere over Hero's shoulder, as though waiting might make the sentence finish itself.
"...Consensual."
They laughed quietly.
"I've discovered it's a remarkably unpleasant thing to say out loud."
Hero's gaze never left their face.
Their hand curled slowly into a fist.
"I assure you," Villain murmured, eyes fixed stubbornly on the floor between them, "it was not a lapse in judgement. I wasn't—" Their throat worked. "With them. By choice." Villain shut their eyes. "I fought."
A breath.
"I lost."
Their laugh broke halfway out.
"Embarrassing, really.”
They squeezed their eyes shut.
“...I didn't choose it."
Their hands started shaking. "I tried to—to make them stop.”
"Villain."
"I would never—"
Their voice disappeared.
They tried again.
"I would never do that to you."
A flicker crossed Hero’s face.
Rage.
Cold, silent, catastrophic rage.
Their jaw tightened so hard a muscle jumped beneath the skin.
“...Didn’t catch it the first time, love. My mistake.” Hero took one slow step forward. “Who?”
Villain took a step backward.
Hero took one forward.
Villain hated the tremor in their own hands. Hated the tears burning suddenly behind their eyes even more.
“It’s handled,” they said tightly.
Hero looked at them like they’d said something insane.
Villain’s head throbbed harder. The apartment tilted unpleasantly.
“I said it’s handled.”
Hero’s voice came very quiet. "You weren't hiding the blood."
"—That’s enough."
Villain turned away.
"..."
"Villain."
They stopped.
This time, they didn’t even try to turn around.
*~*~*~*
Villain whumpees that are trying very hard to remain stoic AND FAILING RAAAGGGHHH *chomps violently* 🤌🤌🤌 chef's kiss. making out with the chefs, even.
General taglist (lmk if you want to be added or removed! <3): @stars-hide-our-fires @neon-kazoo @chaotic-orphan @galactic-worm @castell-da-near @daggers-and-dangers
the pitt. hucklerobby (ft. vampire!dennis). written for @juneofdoom day 18 ("how long have you been like this?"). read on ao3 or below.
is this late? yes. did i want to post anyway? also yes. i just love the idea of vampirism being not a supernatural affliction but a chronic illness to be managed.
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The hunger, Dennis has learned, always hits at the worst time.
He’s in the middle of a shift when he first notices. A headache has been brewing all morning, a dull, pulsing ache at the back of his skull, and it’s making him irritable. He’s distant, less patient with the new med students, and he snaps at Javadi during a trauma, which he apologizes for, but he doesn’t blame her for avoiding him after that. Even Trinity, who can be a lot to handle even on her best days, doesn’t hesitate in telling him how unpleasant he is to be around.
“What, is there a fucking bee in your bonnet or something, Huckleberry?” she asks him.
Dennis, rubbing his temples with his eyes closed, squints at her in confusion. “Huh?”
“You’re acting like someone butchered your favorite cow,” Trinity tells him. “Like your little farm girlfriend has put you out to pasture. Like--”
“Enough with the farm jokes, okay?” Dennis snaps, leaving Trinity momentarily stunned.
“Wow, you are in a bitchy mood,” she says.
Dennis lets out a breath, tries to ignore the pounding in his skull that’s only growing worse.
“I’m sorry, Trin,” he says. “I just--have a headache today.”
Trinity doesn’t look like she entirely believes him, but Dennis doesn’t have the energy to argue.
Things only get worse from there.
The headache turns into a full-blown migraine. The ED gets too bright, too loud, too hot. He can feel himself beginning to sweat beneath his scrubs, his undershirt soaking through at the armpits and between his shoulder blades. His heart begins to race, pulse thready. Gums aching, eyes stinging from the fluorescent lights, ears ringing. His stomach feels hollow.
Dana notices, because she notices everything.
"Hey, kid, maybe you should take a break," she suggests, resting her hand on his shoulder. Even that brief touch is too much; too much pressure, too much body heat. Every point of contact feels like tiny needles piercing his skin.
"I'm fine," he says, shrugging out from under Dana's touch.
"Take a break," Dana repeats, no longer just a suggestion. "Don't make me get Robby."
"That's not necessary," Dennis says with a grimace, but he moves towards the break room anyway, because he doesn't need Robby seeing him like this, but he barely gets more than a few steps before there's a familiar chime overhead.
"MVC, multiple traumas incoming."
"Shit," Dennis mutters under his breath, wiping sweaty palms on his scrub bottoms.
He jumps when Robby's voice comes out of nowhere, the man appearing at his shoulder.
"Whitaker, you're with me."
Dennis nods, follows Robby out to the ambulance bay. Immediately, he knows it's bad. Driver of the first vehicle. Not wearing a seatbelt. Went through the windshield. Thready pulse when the EMTs arrived but lost en route. Dennis hears all this, catalogues it, already starts formulating a plan in his mind. It's purely by chance that he ends up downwind of the patient just as a breeze sweeps through the ambulance bay, and Dennis is hit right in the face with a lungful of the rich, metallic scent of blood.
His knees buckle and he almost hits the ground right there in the ambulance bay. Robby shoots him a concerned look.
"Whitaker! You alright?"
"Yeah, I--I'm fine." Dennis nods, and holds his breath as they wheel the patient inside.
He gets through it. Barely. The patient does not. As the rest of the staff shuffles from the room, Dennis lingers, gloved hands shaking as he stares down at them, covered in blood. His stomach cramps, that hollow feeling intensifying, and he has the wild urge to bring one of his hands to his face and lick the nitrile clean.
He doesn't realize Robby has stayed behind too until a warm, heavy hand falls onto his shoulder.
"Come with me," he says, voice pitched low, and Dennis doesn't think he could refuse even if he wanted to. Not in this state, anyway.
They peel off their soiled gloves and gowns--Dennis mourning the waste of blood as he throws his gloves into the bin--and he follows Robby to a smaller, empty exam room. Robby closes both doors and makes sure the curtains are drawn before he turns back to Dennis, crossing his arms over his chest, his mouth a thin line as he stares at his intern.
Dennis squirms under the attention. "Dr. Robby..."
"When you disclosed your condition to me," Robby starts, cutting Dennis off, "you promised it wouldn't be a problem."
"It's not," Dennis says immediately, shaking his head. "It's fine, I--I've got it under control..."
Robby raises a brow. "You think I don't know what blood withdrawal looks like?" he questions.
Dennis's mouth snaps shut, and Robby's expression softens, just a bit.
"How long have you been like this?" he asks.
Dennis looks away, hugging himself, his abdomen cramping as a fresh wave of hunger hits him. He fights not to double over, not wanting to prove Robby's point, but it's difficult. His fingers dig into his biceps with the effort, and he lets out a defeated breath.
"It just started today," he admits, his shoulders slumping with defeat. "I missed my last transfusion, and haven't had a chance to reschedule."
The disappointed look Robby gives him twists his stomach far worse than the hunger.
"You ever use live donors?" Robby asks. The question is casual, but there's something in his tone Dennis can't quite decipher.
"No," Dennis says, too quick. "Never."
Unbidden, a memory surfaces: the barn back on his family's farm, bodies hanging upside down from the rafters, blood draining into gallon buckets below. They always bled them slowly, tried to keep them alive, keep the blood fresh, as long as possible. Dennis swore when he left Nebraska he wouldn't be like them, that he would rather go hungry than be a monster.
Robby studies him silently for a moment, the way Dennis has seen him study charts. All he needs is his glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he looks over the frames at Dennis like he's a mystery Robby is trying to unravel, and the picture would be complete.
He doesn't say anything, but suddenly he's moving, Dennis watching in confusion as Robby takes off his jacket, revealing the short sleeves of his scrub top, a simple t-shirt underneath. Dennis feels his mouth water at the sight of Robby's arms, though he blames it on the hunger gnawing at him, and not the fact that Robby's arms are thick and hairy, tattoos standing out on the skin of his biceps. Definitely not because he suddenly wants to feel what it's like to have those arms wrapped around him.
Dennis shakes his head, trying to banish those thoughts. Usually he's good about compartmentalizing his massive crush on his attending during work hours. He blames the hunger again.
"What are you doing?" he asks, watching as Robby digs around on a nearby tray.
"You are going into blood withdrawal," Robby says, grabbing needles and gauze, laying out everything he needs for drawing blood out on the tray. "And we do not have time for a full transfusion protocol."
"Dr. Robby," Dennis protests, as Robby wraps a tourniquet around his bicep and swabs the inside of his elbow with alcohol. "This really isn't--"
Necessary, he wants to say, but the word dies on his lips the moment Robby punctures a vein and blood begins to trickle into the catheter. The flash of red draws his eye, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips, the hunger flaring.
Robby watches him for a moment, and if Dennis wasn't so focused on the blood filling the catheter he might catch the amused, slightly endeared look on the older man's face.
"Whitaker," he prompts, holding out the catheter.
"Huh?" Dennis drags his eyes away, back up to Robby's face, and then to the tube in his hand. He realizes what Robby means for him to do almost immediately.
It must look absurd, Dennis thinks vaguely, as he leans in and takes the catheter from Robby, wrapping his lips around the end of the thin tube. He glances up at Robby through his lashes, and there's a moment where they just look at each other, Dennis watching Robby watching Dennis.
"Dr. Robby?" he murmurs around the tube, the words slurred slightly.
Robby starts, his eyes flitting between Dennis's eyes and his lips. If Dennis didn't know any better, he would swear there's a blush under that salt-and-pepper beard.
"Sorry," Robby says, shaking his head slightly as though to clear his thoughts. "You ready?"
Dennis nods, and Robby unties the tourniquet. Blood fills the catheter, sliding its way through the tube and into Dennis's mouth. He waits, lets the blood gather on his tongue until his mouth is full, and then he swallows, a moan ripping through him as it cuts through the hunger. His eyes fall shut, savoring the rich, metallic taste of Robby's blood on his tongue as it continues to fill his mouth.
He isn't sure how long they stay like that, Robby bleeding himself while Dennis sucks it up like a soda on a hot day. It could be hours for all he knows, or just a few minutes. Eventually, though, Robby clamps the catheter, and Dennis whines, cheeks heating with embarrassment at the sound as he opens his eyes and practically pouts at Robby.
Robby chuckles warmly. "That's enough, Whitaker," he says, reaching up to pluck the tube from between Dennis's lips.
Dennis watches as Robby deftly removes the needle from his arm, a drop of blood welling up from the puncture site. The hunger still rolls his stomach at the sight, but it doesn't gnaw at him, like it's trying to climb its way out of him to get to the blood. For the first time all day, he actually feels clearheaded.
"Let me," he offers, grabbing the gauze and pressing it to the puncture site before Robby can. There's a slight tremor to his fingers as he wraps medical tape around Robby's arm, securing the gauze in place, and this time he knows he can't blame it on the hunger.
Robby hums gratefully, watching Dennis work, taking stock of his intern now that the blood-withdrawal crisis has been temporarily averted. "Feeling better?" he asks.
"Much better," Dennis nods, risking a glance up at Robby, the blush on his cheeks darkening a bit now that he has more blood in his system. "Thank you, Dr. Robby."
"Don't mention it," Robby mutters, and then, after a moment, "Seriously, don't. Gloria will have an aneurysm."
Dennis huffs a laugh and steps back, finished with Robby's arm. He watches as Robby disposes of everything properly, feeling the awkwardness beginning to creep in now that he is out of immediate danger of collapsing. It's entirely too intimate, being in this closed room with Robby, curtain drawn, the taste of Robby's blood still on his tongue. The crush he usually manages to keep locked in the back of his mind during work hours rears its ugly head, unwilling to be contained after what just happened.
"Take a couple of minutes," Robby says when he's done, peeling off his gloves. "Then back to work, alright?"
"Yes, Dr. Robby," Dennis nods. "And...thank you, again."
Robby gives him a smile, a real smile, the kind that crinkles the corners of his eyes.
"Of course," he says. "And Whitaker? Next time, come find me. Don't let it get this bad again."
"I won't," Dennis says. Robby winks at him, and is out the door before the rest of what he said can catch up to Dennis.
I put everything in a series on AO3, so everything is all in one place.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A few weeks before June of Doom started, I posted a poll with the fandoms I was considering for the challenge, and I originally planned on dividing up the prompts by the percentages in the poll. That didn't quite go as planned, and I ended up changing two I had planned for something easier to write. But that's okay! It's all about having fun, right?
Comprehensive list below the cut
The World Away - Buddy Daddies
Let Me Go - Link Click
Trapped - Link Click
The First Step - Persona 5
Redivivus - Fire Emblem Awakening
Squad Goals - The Owl House
(Walking on) Broken Glass - Persona 4
Flying Blind - The Owl House
Maybe It's Better This Way - Persona 4
Inseparable - Fire Emblem Engage
The Past Resurfaces - My Hero Academia (Sanctuary AU)
Snapshot - Link Click
Titanquake - The Owl House
Gehenna - Link Click
3:00 AM, Delacroix Apartment Building - Ace Attorney
Instant Noodles - Buddy Daddies
Scars and All - My Hero Academia (Sanctuary AU)
Heaven - Buddy Daddies
Six Hours Later - Ace Attorney
Fairy Tales - Ace Attorney
(And if you're wondering, it was two Owl House stories that got cut in favor of two additional Ace Attorney stories.)
After the remainders of the Wolf Pack return to Coruscant, Comet can't help himself and addresses Sinker's dehumanization. They punch it out and make up.
2: "You have to let me go." Bite (AP)
It is just his luck that Obi-Wan got bitten by a blood-feral rodent on Umbara and it is even more his luck that a certain lust for blood is now clinging to his every step too.
Luckily, his medics have already found a cure. Responsible they are, there are a few strings attached.
3: "Don't move!" (AP) Grief (5) | Muzzled (27)
Thire is alone on patrol, finds a loth-cat and is coping badly with Rys' death. The Corrie's medic tries to push him towards acceptance.
Obi-Wan Kenobi goes from apprentice to master in less than a week. With Qui-Gon Jinn dead, Mace Windu sees it as his duty to look after the young Jedi Knight while pointedly trying to ignore the shatterpoints that linger around Obi-Wan's young padawan.
5: "Why are you looking at me like this?" (24) Lost at Sea | Drowning (2) | Flood (15) | Near-death experience (30)
During a mission, a dam breaks right in front of Sev and pulls him under. When the water swallows him, he soon realizes that he might have to say goodbye to his life. Luckily, he still has his brothers with him, who are not willing to let him go yet.
6: "I won't leave you." (4) Denial | Quiet Company (22)
Thire griefs Rys who he lost on duty. Thorn finds him to talk it out. They don't need as much talking as their medic seems to belief.
Sequel to Chapter 3 :)
Reluctantly, Quinlan agrees to watch over a sick Anakin while Obi-Wan is away. Through the haze of fever, secrets are revealed that otherwise would have stayed buried forever. So, what exactly happened that night on Tatooine?
8: "Don't you dare." Protective | Bedridden (AP)
On Ryloth, Mace' support for Lightning Squadron's retreat gives him a bad case of Force Exhaustion. Ponds has a habit of getting anxious over his Jedi's well-being.
9: "I made a mistake." Crying | Friendly Fire | Broken Glass
One of the new shinies in the guard comes to Fox and admits he shot a Jedi. Fox is more than impressed and very worried until he learns that the Jedi in question is no stranger to the Coruscant Guard.
Padawan Depa Billaba injures herself while sparring and somehow misses the chance to tell her master. Not that Master Windu won't figure her out, sooner or later. He is not as disappointed as she feared.
It is Flick's first week serving with the 501st as a Junior Medic and so far, he has been pretty content with his position. Until he knocks an ARC out all by himself. Maybe someone should have told him that Echo doesn't react well to needles.
Ahsoka is 12-years-old and when she scraps her knees, she comes to see her medic. That's what you do, after all, when you get injured. Kix appreciates it more than she knows.
13: "I just want to forget." Touch Aversion | Lost | Locked Door (AP)
Rex comes to find Ahsoka after the Zygerria Arc ends. Surprisingly, sending a female teen Togruta out there disguised as a slave was a bad idea.
14: "I'm so sorry." (AP) Darkness | Trembling | Major Character Death (19)
The aftermath of Umbara is no less a war zone than the actual battle. After being put in front of a firing squad, Jesse can't live on. Kix lets him leave. It's the only thing he can think of doing.
During the mercy mission to Aleen, more earthquakes shake up the surface. Sinker is at the wrong place during the wrong time and gets buried under a stone slide.
16: "Where am I?" (10) Kidnapping | Curse | Whimper
After getting his ribs broken on Brentaal IV, Agen seeks comfort within Eeth's quarters. Good thing he was cleared from the Halls of Healing already, right?
17: "I'm worried about you." Missing Time | Dissociation (21) | Mind Control (29)
After Fox kills Fives, the memory disappears into a familiar fog. Tal, the CMO of the Coruscant Guard, has been suspicious about the happenings for a while now.
18: "How long have you been like this?" Withheld Medication | Below Zero | Weak
Plo Koon is pretty hard to kill, that much is true. His major weakness: the breathing apparatus on his face. Stranded in an ice desert and without a medic near, Wolffe is forced to switch out the filters by himself.
Late at night, Tholme receives a call from Obi-Wan who got injured during an exercise of tracking in the lower levels of Coruscant. Tholme comes to pick up a kid who is his own in every way that matters.
20: "It'll be fine." Self-Surgery
During the Second Battle of Geonosis, the 212th is stretched far. The same counts for their medics. It's bad luck that Bacta now has to remove the shrapnel in his thigh all by himself. Well, maybe not entirely alone, after all.
21: "You'll be okay. Maybe." (AP) Heatwave | Spite
Kit and his squad return exhausted from an assignment to a desert planet. Shark is worried that the Jedi is running at risk of overheating. If only Kit and Monnk would take his concerns a little more seriously.
22: "You're still you." Recovery | Stabilization (12)
After being tortured by General Grievous, Eeth returns to the Jedi Temple alive. Agen and Mace come to visit their friend during his recovery. In good old Zabrak fashion, cuddles are non-negotiable.
After Boba Fett is taken into custody on Coruscant, Mace ponders whether killing Jango Fett was the right decision. Depa has very clear opinions about it.
24: "Are you scared yet?" Drugged
Quinlan gets drugged during an interrogation. He escapes and luckily makes his way to the camp of the 212th. Bacta feels duty towards his General's best friend. At least his Junior Medic is thoroughly entertained.
25: "This is all my fault." Fool | Pushed Away | Touch Starved (AP)
Fox hasn't preened his wings in weeks. He simply doesn't have time to ask someone for help, nor to do it himself. He wouldn't mind some gentle contact either. Ponds is startled by the state of his vod's wings and enlists their brothers for some cuddles.
26: "You're only making it worse." Flare | Confession (25)
After months of stunner training, Ahsoka has developed pain in her arms that flares up every now and then. While en route to Coruscant with the Wolfpack, Vet coincidentally finds out about Anakin's training methods. He is not amused at all.
Tal, Vet and Kix have been suspicious about the happenings within the Coruscant Guard for a while. They bring their theories up to the only Jedi they think will believe them: Quinlan Vos.
Sequel to Chapter 17
29: "Stay with me." (AP) Regret (19) | Disability (22)
After Master Tholme dies, his cat refuses to eat. Quinlan finds Mace in an attempt to feed her. Maybe Quinlan needed his help more than the loth-cat.
30: "I thought you were dead." Dying Alone (2) | Carry (19)
When Delta Squad is tasked with the retrieval of two Jedi corpses, it is just an ordinary mission for them. They don't expect any survivors, usually there are none.
Padawan Knox died on Devaron, at the gates of the Temple of Eedit alongside his squad and Jedi Master. Or did he?
So… now that JoD is done for the year, do you have any interesting statistics to share from your spreadsheets?
I am going to look either today our tomorrow at finding the last-minute stories added to the AO3 collection and tagged here so I can finish the prompt tally sheet.
I can say off the participant spreadsheet that, unless anyone submitted their first prompt after the 29th, we had 136 participants that I found between here and the AO3 collection! I'm sure it was more if people didn't tag their fics for the event, but even then, we're sitting at over 1,350 prompt fills!
A reminder that the exit poll will close in three days on July 10th, so please let me know what you did and did not like and suggest prompts for next year! Then, hopefully, I'll get the new list squared away over the weekend and have it for you net Wednesday! Only 11 people have submitted responses, so let me know!
Help me figure out what prompts to put on next year's list!
Here is my masterlist of the prompts and fandoms I wrote for on each day of @juneofdoom.
Day 1: Rules — My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Day 2: Blame — My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic / Equestria Girls
Day 3: Deception — Encanto
Day 4: Blankets — Wednesday
Day 5: "It's no use." — Bottoms NSFW
Day 6: Denial — Legally Blonde: the Musical
Day 7: "Can you hear me?" — Futurama
Day 8: "Don't you dare." — Victorious NSFW
Day 9: Broken Glass — My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Day 10: Overthinking — Heathers: the Musical
Day 11: "Maybe it's better this way." — Amphibia
Day 12: Last Wish — The Good Place
Day 13: "I just want to forget." — Encanto
Day 14: "You'll have to do better than that." — Beetlejuice: the Musical
Day 15: "Watch Out!" — Steven Universe
Day 16: Kidnapping — My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Day 17: Concussion — Heathers: the Musical
Day 18: Below Zero — Mean Girls
Day 19: Regret — My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic / Equestria Girls
Day 20: Sprain — Heathers: the Musical
Day 21: "This isn't over." — First Kill
Day 22: "You're Still You." — Mean Girls
Day 23: Plea — Heathers: the Musical NSFW
Day 24: "Why are you looking at me like that?" — First Kill
Day 25: "This is all my fault." — Heathers: the Musical
Day 26: Virus — Heathers: the Musical
Day 27: Kneeling — Heathers: the Musical NSFW
Day 28: Photograph — Beetlejuice: the Musical
Day 29: "Trust me." — Wreck-it Ralph (Movies)
Day 30: Guilt — First Kill
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
My final fic for @juneofdoom 2026!
Summary: After the events of the explosion and reuniting the school finally catch up to Veronica, she wakes up to find that all her friends have come together to help her.
Tags, Warnings, and Rating are under the ‘Keep Reading’.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@cookingwiththehanza @juneofdoom
For the Cooking with the Hansa bingo prompt Sickness/Injury and the June of Doom prompts 7 “Can you hear me?”, 12 “Hidden Injury”, 14 “Trembling”, 16 “Whimper” & 30 “I thought you were dead”.
Chapters: ½ Words: 2,459
Fandom: The Witcher (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Maria Barring | Milva & Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach
Characters: Maria Barring | Milva, Jaskier | Dandelion, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Zoltan Chivay, The Hansa | Geralt’s Company Members (The Witcher), Percival Schuttenbach
Additional Tags: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, The Witcher (TV) Season 4, Book: Chrzest ognia | Baptism of Fire, The Hansa | Geralt’s Company (The Witcher), Developing Feelings, set after S4 E1
Summary:
“Melitele’s tits, will this rain ever stop?” Jaskier complains for the umpteenth time this day. He glances up at the leaden sky. The rain isn’t heavy, barely more than a drizzle, but it has been falling constantly without a pause since they left the farm where Geralt slaughtered the marauders almost a week ago.
“Better than ridin’ through swelterin’ heat, I can tell you,” Zoltan says. “Not that dwarves are particularly sensitive to heat, we’re used to workin’ in smithies after all, but that year when—”
They never find out what happened that year as, all of a sudden, they hear a horse neigh.
Filling all @juneofdoom prompts with exactly 100 word drabbles!
“What do you want?” she asked.
A flicker of anger crossed his features. “What I want,” he signed, taking a step forward. “I want my wife back. I missed you, dearheart.”
It cost all of her willpower not to shudder and draw back as he stroked her cheek, fingertips tracing the scars left by glass and claws.
“Look at what you’ve done to the pretty face I married.” His thumb brushed her lips in a gesture that could have been enticing had it come from someone else. “You better learn to cover these up before you show yourself in public.”
It's July! You made it! This is not the official "Ze End" post (I'll make that in about a week), but I just wanted to acknowledge that June of Doom 2026 has finished!
But if you haven't, please keep creating! The AO3 collection will also remain open indefinitely. If you have a master list with all 30 prompts, tag @juneofdoom and I'll reblog it with a #2026 masterlist tag.
There will likely be a few changes next year.
This challenge has exceeded my wildest expectations and grown so much. As I am the only one running it, it's been taxing keeping up with stats, since people post in different places and I end up hunting every corner of the internet to reblog because I want your hard work recognized! That said, I burned myself out a bit with the volume of work this year.
So, starting next year, I think I will only reblog and track entries that actually tag the blog. Scrolling through all the variants of the #june of doom tag gets time-consuming. Cross-checking stats, even more so. The other option is to make this a blog open to submissions, but I'm afraid that will somehow invite bots at this point.
So, from now on, if you want to be reblogged here, just tag!
Thank you all so much for your patience and understanding. I am so happy to be doing this with you all, and I want to keep having fun while I do it! You've all said such kind things in the exit poll, and I'm full to bursting. 💕
I'll leave this open until July 10th! Help me make 2027's list! :D
Help me figure out what prompts to put on next year's list!
