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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Walking on Sunshine 3

Sister series to Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

Warnings: non/dubcon, antisocial behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: God The Bounty Hunter x reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You stare at the muffin, pondering it as if it holds the meaning of life. Where did it come from? Who could know of your secret longing? Or could it be a lucky guess?

Surely, it isn’t your prospective friend from the break room. Too fast, despite your hopes. You really can’t figure who would do this. As far as you know, you’re more of a name on a roster than an actual person in this office. That grumpy goth guy made that clear on your first day when he ran diagnostics on your machine.

You huff. Do you let temptation take over? A muffin, that’s a nice gesture, but it could also be a trap. Maybe your seat neighbour is trying to poison you for all your squeaking. The cinnamon makes your mouth water and you put the crumbly dessert back in the bag.

You put it in the corner of your desk and try to ignore it. There it is, taunting you with its deliciousness. You really should have eaten something. Now your stomach is growling at you angrily.

You sip your hot chocolate to suppress the cravings. You click and tap keys and zone out as you go through the usual corporate monotony. You feel like a robot just going through the motions. The same thing over and over.

You sit up and rub your eyes, leaning back so your chair squeaks, so high it hurts your ears. Ugh, curse this chair. But don’t really, it’s cursed enough.

Your neighbour mutters and makes a noise as if to mimic your chair. You whisper an apology. You drop your hands and a dark shape above the wall of your cubicle catches your attention. Your eyes round as they meet two others, vibrantly blue but dark at the same time.

It’s that man again. He just sits there, watching you. He peels the wrapper away from a muffin and pinches away a piece of the top. He’s expressionless as he puts it between his lips. He lets his fingers drag slightly as he seals his mouth and chews, still watching you.

Your mouth falls open and you look at the paper bag then back to him. His brows twitch just a little. Oh, wow. That’s strange. Who is this man and why is he so quiet and mysterious? You wheel your chair out slowly, careful not to make too much noise. You stand but hit the desk with your hip, jolting your cubicle and the next.

“I swear…” the slither rolls from your neighbours tight throat.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you look over as your neighbour hunches down but doesn’t acknowledge you further. Maybe you could be relocated.

You look up and the man is gone. What? How? He’s like a ghost. Are you imagining him? Are you cracking from this office purgatory and blacking out to buy sweet desserts? What’s real and what’s not? That’s a question better left to Descartes.

You sit back down and reach for your cup. There’s nothing that can be cured with sugary goodness. And there’s some things that can’t be forgotten, like that muffin and its sinister aura.

🌞

The muffin stays in its habitat. You let the sugar crumble fester, fighting not to let the cinnamon tempt you to err. Your work is made even more tedious by the paper bag sat not far from your mouse. Tear up the planks! It is the beating of his hideous heart!

Not exactly a Poe horror, only a muffin. You sigh as you log out for the day, packing up slowly as you ponder the weight of a single baked good. Your desk neighbour is gone swiftly, striding off with another mutter. They can’t even be happy about quitting time.

You pull your jacket on and sling your bag on your shoulder. One last look at the paper bag. You don’t have the heart to dump it in the bin. It’s a problem for tomorrow, another line on the list.

You take the stairs like you always do. The elevator is too crowded for you. It lurches terribly and gives you vertigo. Besides, you sit at a desk all day, you need to stretch your legs.

You get to the bottom floor and pop your earbuds in. Time to finish the saga of the tragic marriage. Your walk home isn’t far. It’s depressingly close. It feels like your entire life revolves around the soulless office building.

You tuck your hands into your pocket and dip your chin down. The narrator’s voice fills your ears, blocking out the impatient honking of rush hour and the noise of pedestrians shuffling by. You stop at the light, waiting for it to change.

A figure comes up next to you. You inch away, giving them space. They get closer. You stare ahead of you, your neck hot as the shadow hovers over you. The light changes but before you can set across the street, a paper bag greets you and has you stepping back.

You gasp and reach for your earbuds, turning to face the man as he holds out the paper bag. It’s him! The office ghost. He’s real!

“Oh, uh, it was… you?” You eke out as he says nothing. “Um…” you look back to the bag, almost crosseyed for how close he holds it. “That’s so kind of you but I don’t know if I should.”

He blinks and his brow ripples. He looks at the paper bag quizzically then at you. You flinch as he steps closer, reaching for you. You’re frozen in shock as he takes your wrist and turns your hand up. He places the bag firmly against your palm. You close your fingers around the bottom of the bag so it crinkles.

He lets you go, a curt nod before he brushes by you, leaving you speechless and confused as he marches down the perpendicular lane. You turn to watch his broad shoulders stalk down the pavement, oblivious to those who sidle out of his way. You adjust your grasp on the muffin as your mind races.

The mystery of the muffin is cracked but a million more questions flurry in your head. You don't even know his name.

#god the bounty hunter #dark god the bounty hunter #dark!god the bounty hunter #god the bounty hunter x reader #walking on sunshine #drabble #au #series #ghosted

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cranberrymoons · 9 months

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walking on sunshine

prompt: pool (@steddiemicrofic) word count: 442 rating: m to be safe notes: hi! i was doing some writing exercises and ended up with an accidental second entry for the july prompt 😅 no promises on if I'll edit it down further, but enjoy! (cw - drinking)

[also on ao3]

Steve surfaces, skin gleaming bronze and dotted with so many moles and freckles that Eddie feels like his molars are aching with how badly he wants to sink his teeth into him. He shakes off the water then smooths a hand through his hair and down over his face, wiping the chlorine from his eyes as he paddles to the edge of the pool and folds an arm against the baked surface of the patio. He gives Eddie a slow, easy smile, using a hand to shield his eyes from the sun.

“Hey,” he says, squinting into the glare. “Pass me a beer?”

Eddie blinks, mouth dry. When he doesn’t respond, Steve gives him a weird look and uses both arms to hoist himself out of the deep end. This, of course, is astronomically worse: Eddie’s eyes are fixed on the flex of his triceps, the arch of his back, the tiny… tiny shorts.

Steve pads toward him, bare feet slapping against hot concrete, and he bends to flip the top off the cooler. He bends to flip the top off the cooler. And then he gives Eddie a look over his shoulder– Eddie, who is definitely not staring at his ass in those tiny, tiny shorts– and he smirks.

Evil.

Like a demon.

“You want it?”

Eddie releases a sharp breath. He casts a look around the pool deck, where the kids are taking turns on the diving board.

“Do I want…”

“It,” Steve says again. He bends over further, rummaging through the cooler. “A beer.”

“A beer,” Eddie repeats, voice faint. “Right.”

“Yeah, what did you think I meant?”

Steve straightens up with two cans in hand then tosses one to Eddie, who barely manages to catch it as he watches Steve pop the tab on the other. His throat bobs as he drinks, and Eddie’s eyes track a bead of water that’s sliding down his neck and into the little puddle in his collar bone.

Bite, lick, suck. God, Eddie just wants to get his mouth on him.

“You okay?” Steve asks with an amused arch to his smile. “You look a little…” He makes a vague motion with his hand, fluttering through the air.

Eddie clears his throat, sitting up straighter.

“Hey Buckley,” he calls, raising his voice slightly to be heard from where she’s laying out under the sun a few paces away. “We’re going inside for some... snacks. Be back in a few, okay?”

She squints over at them, sunglasses pushed up on her forehead, then rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, sure you are,” she says, waving a hand at them before dropping back down. “Horny bastards.”

#steddie #stranger things #my fic #steddiemicroficjuly #this was a genuine accident from a writing exercise that gave me the prompt 'jest' and a word count of 216 but I just kept going lol #walking on sunshine #steddiemicrofic

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brothertedd · 2 months

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#american psycho #patrick bateman #christian bale #walking on sunshine

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dumpy-dump · 2 years

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#church musical #walking on sunshine #Christianity #jenny nicholson #the princess bride of christ #canada #winnipeg #christ has risen

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chirp-a-chirp · 2 years

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Obey Me! Playtime

MC: Aw, Diavolo, you really are like a warm ray of sunshine!

Diavolo: Thank you! *Ruffles MC’s hair*

MC: Lucifer’s kinda like snow—chilly at first, but fun to play with.

Diavolo: Haha!

Lucifer: *Whispers so only MC can hear* Based on our activities last night, I’d say YOU were more fun to play with my dear.

MC: *Blushes*

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me mc #lucifer x mc #obey me!#lord diavolo #lucifer obey me #walking on sunshine

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lilslanted · 5 months

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Good morning.....

#American Psyco #patrick bateman #good morning #American psyco gif #gif #patrick bateman gif #Walking on Sunshine

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legitedigiulia · 4 months

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Linea and curves april 2023 - Surrey https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/visit/surrey/limpsfield-common

#landscape #natural landscape #original photography #walking #walking in nature #english countryside #surrey #englishcountryside #countryside #green field #sunnyday #walking on sunshine #beautiful nature #original photographers #discovering england

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myself-being · 8 hours

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Everytime i see this drawn i made, my brain start playing walking on sunshine in loop. I love it even more for this! You can find this fanart here, if you like it! There's also the red version here!

#spn #supernatural fanart #spn fanart #charlie supernatural #charlie spn #charlie bradbury #walking on sunshine #felicia day

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minifiguresadventures · 2 years

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Walknig on sunshine

#brickcentral #toycommunity #legominifigures #toyartistry #toyphotography #afol #lego #star wars #lego star wars #the armorer #the mandalorian #mandalorian #dewback #walking on sunshine #beach #vacation

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myimaginaryradio · 7 months

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Walking On Sunshine - Katrina and the Waves - 1983

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#katrina and the waves #walking on sunshine #classic rock #80s #weather songs #Youtube

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Walking on Sunshine 1

Sister series to Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

Warnings: non/dubcon, antisocial behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: God The Bounty Hunter x reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You hum as you enter the break room. The aroma of dark roast tickles your nose as your eyes narrow in on the kettle. You’re not much of a coffee drinker, you're one of the few in the office who enjoy the packets of hot cocoa they keep in the big glass jar. You keep a stash of your own special flavours in your desk for particularly dull days.

As you cross the room, you slip and throw out your arm to keep from landing on your butt. You set your feet straight, gripping your mug tight as you’re near-shatter experience courses through you icily. That was too close.

You look down at your feet and the small puddle of coffee there. How irresponsible. Someone spilled and didn’t even clean it up. You could’ve been really hurt. In fact, you think you pulled something.

You take careful steps and trade your mug for the roll of paper towel. You set to cleaning up the mess, sopping it up with the cheap two-ply. You take a handful of soaked paper towels and dump them in the bin. You rinse your hands and flip on the kettle, shaking off the last of your adrenaline.

You tap your fingers on the counter top as you wait for the water to boil. You take one of the cardboard stir sticks and keep the rhythm against the brim of your cup. The apple-shaped mug is one of your favourites, though a bit more teacherly than office dweller.

You tear open a packet as the kettle begins to tremble. You let out a few lyrics without thinking as the dang earworm won’t leave your head. “I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby, I’m su-u-ure…’ You’re not much of a singer and it’s terribly off key but you could dance right there.

You pour the powder into your cup and add the hot water. You switch between singing and humming the words you don’t know. The chocolatey smell tugs at your empty stomach and you lift up your mug happily, turning on your heel only to stop short.

Your lyrics almost turn to a scream as you find someone watching you. You’re embarrassed to think they witnessed your little karaoke session. You give a sheepish smile and adjust your grip on the mug handle.

“Uh, hi, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear… I didn’t think anyone else was around,” you eke out, swallowing a giggle at yourself.

The man just stares. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t move. You’re choked by his stagnant silence. Your cheeks twitch as you fight to hold your smile in the wilting tension.

“Anyway…” your voice quakes, “it’s all yours, I’m just going to go back to my desk.”

You slowly cross the floor, watching him as his eyes follow you. There’s no expression around his alert eyes. He’s just staring. At you. Gaze following you diligently to the door. You smile a bit bigger before you dip out into the hallway.

His blue irises are stamped into your mind. Brilliant and bold. Eyes that say much more than he did.

You think you recognize him but don’t think much about it. The office is big and it feels like you see new faces every day and forget just as many. You’ve never been very good with names either.

You finally catch your breath as you get back to your cubicle. The unusual encounter flits away as you refocus on your work. You wiggle your foot and fidget in your chair, the squeaking of the old wheels drawing the agitated sighs of your neighbour. You still and glance over as a streak of colour distracts you.

That girl again. The one in the bright sweater. Her clothes are so cute. Your own style is eclectic in a different way; thrift store chic, you call it. You smile as her bubbly gait bobs a few rows down from you and she disappears back into the corporate zoo.

You haven’t made any work friends, people just seem to tolerate you but she seems cool. You’re a bit too shy to introduce yourself as you think you have a few years on her. You don’t want to come off desperate or anything.

You exhale wistfully and make yourself go back to your emails. You really need to stop getting so easily off track. You can’t handle another poor performance review.

You swivel back and as you go to rest your chin in your hand, you nearly yipe. Your eyes round and you sit up straight. That man! He’s watching you again. He sips from a gray mug as your lips part cluelessly. Why is he doing that?

You look over your shoulders, checking if perhaps he is looking at someone or something else. There’s nothing but a cubicle wall. You turn back and he’s gone. Huh?

You’re thinking too much. He probably just saw something else. Besides, people don’t notice you. Only when you do something wrong.

You swallow and look down at your hot chocolate. You lift it and blow over the top, tentatively sipping from the hot porcelain. Mmm, it always makes everything better.

#god the bounty hunter #dark god the bounty hunter #dark!god the bounty hunter #god the bounty hunter x reader #ghosted #drabble #series #au #walking on sunshine

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diemnoctemvitam · 1 year

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After 20 years, I have closure for Seymour, Fry's loyal dog.

In the season 4 episode "Jurassic Bark" we see Fry desiring to clone his dog, so they could have another life together and be happy. But at the end, we learn Seymour lived to a ripe old age of 13, and Fry forgoes cloning as he believes Seymour had lived a full life, having forgotten about him long ago. The end of the episode reveals that Seymour was truly the bestest boi, and had in fact spent the decade after Fry disappeared waiting by the door of the pizza parlor for him to come home, breaking all of our hearts and making us inmediately go cuddle our furry friends.

However!

A common theme in Futurama is time travel, and in many cases it is displayed that paradoxes can't happen- or basically that a change in the past won't affect the future- and in "Bender's Big Score" we see Fry go back in time to avoid the murderous Bender, returning to work at the Pizzeria after his "double" gets murdered (all clones are doomed) and greeting his dog every day before time eventually straightens itself and he returns to the future.

Seymour had a full life with his boy, and he died loved. You're welcome.

#futurama #jurassic bark #philip j fry #walking on sunshine

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spiritmoodboards · 1 year

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