#sunshine anon

[redactedparxdeaddove]

perverted stepdaddy awsten hiding in your closet waiting for you to get back from school, you’ve had a stressful day so when you get back you lock your door and slowly start rubbing your cunt. hands coated in slick, you get up and walk over to your closet to get your dildo; as you open the door, your stepdaddy instantly shoves his palm over your mouth so you can’t scream, and pushes you back onto your bed.

“my dirty little girl, why do you need a toy? daddy’s here, i’ll make you feel better.” an evil smirk washes over his face, “take my cock out.”

you shake your head and cry, unable to overpower awsten’s strength but not giving in. awsten aggressively yanks your wet panties down your legs and stuffs them in your mouth so you still can’t scream, no matter how hard you try. he slaps you across the cheek and his smirk has now faded into an anger-filled scowl.

“useless fucking slut” awsten pants, “i’ll fucking do it myself then.” he unbuttons his jeans and pulls his fly down, pulling his cock out and rubbing it against your dripping cunt, lining himself up with your tight virgin hole. he slowly pushes in, and tears of pain drip down your stinging cheek as he stretches you out.

“oh, fuck— see baby, this feels better than that toy, doesn’t it?” stepdad speeds his thrusts up, moaning louder in bliss, but your pain keeps worsening. he pinches and twists your nipples, his smirk returning as he sees you wince in torture. “such a nice fucking hole for your dad— fuck— i wish we’d done this sooner. oh, fuck baby— daddy’s gonna cum, oh, shit— yes” awsten growls as he empties himself into your hole, filling you up with his warm semen, the unfamiliar sensation making you feel queasy.

awsten pulls out of you and watches his load drip down your abused hole and all over your bedsheets. he tosses a roll of toilet paper to you before buttoning his pants back up and walking towards the door. “your mom’s gonna be home soon, clean yourself up before then. and if you dare tell her or anybody else about this, i will kill you.” your stepdad threatens, before closing your door and leaving you in tears.

(sunshine anon!)

<33

#ak #tw stepcest #tw noncon #sunshine anon #co signed

[decaydanceredacted]

i just want to be andy’s little plaything that he can use whenever. pulling me i to closets, bending me over his drum kit, using me as a cocksleeve while hes gaming. just. ugh.

him humiliating me in front of the band by telling about how desperate and willing i am, and then proving it by pulling me into his lap and making me ride his cock right there until im a drooling whiny mess and i cum all over his legs. and then after quickly pumping a load into me, he pulls me off of him and takes me to get cleaned up while the guys pick their jaws up off the floor.

but as soon as we’re alone he gets all jealous and possessive because he saw me looking at patrick so much and says that trick couldn’t stop staring at me. how he bit his lip and rubbed himself over his jeans while i was getting fucked in front of him. if i wanted to fuck patrick so bad i should have just asked him for permission because of course he would let his best friend borrow his little pet <3

- sunshine anon (i mean what who said that)

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#ah #ps #sunshine anon #co signed because that was some real shit you just said

[dearreader]

🌅🌅🌅

hi hi hi, how are you today? how is you day going? 💛

I can't believe this year is over, especially in the swiftie side of tumblr it feels a lot has happened that my brain cannot even comprehend 🤯

would you mind sharing with me three things you are grateful for from this year? :)

also, would you mind sharing what were your favorite blogs this year? Just trying to spread some positivity ;)

- ☀️

hello!!!! i’ll call you sunshine anon. but my day was good!!! i saw my friend and we got lunch and watched miss americana

but three of my favorite things was seeing the eras tour with my sister, going to a taylor swift night with my friend alyssa and being runner up in lip sync battle, and going to my friend’s wedding in san francisco (she was so beautiful)

and some of my favorite blogs!!!!: @kurumiimaris @iknowitwontwork @stood-onthecliffside @anervousmirrorball @silkchifffon @wouldvebeensweet @daenerys-targaryen @youareinlove @youreonyourownkid @deathbyathousandcuts @decoratedlawns @doublesdare @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes @thesonofneptune @fullmetalswift @longlivestv @tiwtdafs @singlethread @persaephone @whydoifeelthisquiet and a lot more i can’t think of right now but i genuinely love everyone on here and they all made me so happy this year

#kelly babels #love letters #sunshine anon

[milkingmymilkman]

i got these californa rolls!

he stabbed his food with a chopstick.

ya want one?

-☀️

Oh no, I wouldn't want to take any of your food from you

*he has shrimp tempura rolls*

#francis mosses #milkman #thats not my neighbor #sunshine anon

[the-great-donatello]

i know far more about minecraft than is healthy-

have you ever watched ninjago.?

-sunshine anon

Never have.

#//my aunts are really big fans #//I did watch the equestria girls movie like 3 times and convinced myself it was for the 'lore' (just was afraid of having interests) #sunshine anon

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

also just to clarify with the friend situation- I wasn't aware she (A) was harassing anyone else and honestly gaslit myself into thinking I was overreacting. The second my other friend (B)!came forward I blocked A on everything and from what I last heard she's lost a lot of other friends which is what she deserves. Honestly I'm a lil fucked up from it and really angry at myself for not fucking seeing it when I'm sure it happened *in my fucking house* but I've kind of put processing that on a back burner for now yk.

And for the record I love and support B- unfortunately she didn't feel like she could tell me what happened until recently because she thought me and A were closer (I also just hadn't said anything about what A was doing to me) and our mutual friends respected that boundary- so while I'm sad I didn't know earlier there are literally no feelings of resentment towards B ♥️ I know I shouldn't have to clarify this kind of stuff but yeah.

Hey sunshine anon,

I'm sorry to hear about the situation with your friends.

It can be really jarring to discover that a friend has done something awful. I'm glad to hear that you blocked A, but I completely understand your emotions about the situation. Please know that your emotions are valid, but also consider that you didn't know until you did, and to try not to hold that against yourself. Easier said than done, of course.

I'm glad that B felt that she could trust you enough to tell you, and I hope that your relationship with her has strengthened in light of the situation.

I hope I could help. As always, we're here if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #sunshine anon #tw abuse

[theatresweetheart]

Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday dear K~ Happy birthday to you!

-Sunshine anon

Awe, thank you! Little jingle and everything :D

#asks #Anonymous #Sunshine anon #birthday asks

[upsidedownwithsteve]

when i saw you replied to my ask about ur writing being ‘heavenly juicy scrumdiddlyumptious’ i actually jumped out of my seat you seem so genuinely lovely i can’t i felt all cute and oh my golly gosh why is this person so nice 😢😢😢😢 made my day i already love u

Stop it you’re so cute and you made MY day! You’re a little burst of sunshine omg 🧡🧡🧡

#sunshine anon #ask

[pathologicalreid]

Okay before i say my request can i be your 🐚 anon ??? that's all i ask in terms of that BUT:

hear me out- so spencer reid x bau!fem!sunshine!reader gets kidnapped outside of work and her kidnapper tortures her and the works, but the worst part is he has a live feed directed for the bau so they just have to watch the poor girl get borderline killed but she's still fighting back and so eventually he turns the feed off and they go to the unsub once they find his location but before they burst the door down they hear the reader like genuinely begging for him to just kill her and it's GUT WRENCHING. then they get him and she free and she's immediately back to her bubbly self until randomly she like shows up at his door and spence tells her it's okay to not be okay and she just breaks down RAGHHHH

i'm so sorry for writing you an essay but I got the idea and simply couldn't let it go to waste 😭

-🐚 (i hope if that's okay with you???)

epiphany | S.R.

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst; re: hurt/comfort content warnings: bau!reader, sunshine!reader, kidnapping, violence against reader, reader begging for it to be over, gun violence, general cm violence, exhaustion, hospitals, poor coping mechanisms and unhelpful therapists. word count: 2.92k a/n: of course you can be my 🐚 anon! this is a story in four parts, before, during, after, and epiphany! i hope you enjoy it <3 thank you SO much for requesting!

epiphany - a moment of sudden revelation or insight.

before

The horrified look on Garcia’s face couldn’t possibly be a good sign, “Uh, sir,” she addressed Hotch, “I’m being sent an encrypted link from an admin on the UnSub’s site.”

Responding with a stiff nod, Hotch looked toward the screen in the roundtable room, “Open it.”

Each team member had an instant reaction to the image projected onto the large screen. JJ had covered her mouth with her hands, Morgan had to peel his eyes away from the screen, and Spencer couldn’t get himself to do the same thing. Despite his better judgment, he kept his eyes on the screen.

“He’s killing her,” Emily observed, watching with a horrified expression as the UnSub hand his hands around your throat. You were dangling from the ceiling by your bound hands, leaving you flailing as your body begged for air.

Hotch leaned intensely over Garcia’s shoulder, “Is this live?” He asked, voice raising ever so slightly as he watched the tech analyst’s fingers work nimbly across her keyboard. As she nodded, he continued, “Can you find where he’s streaming this from?”

Parting her lips, a determined look settled on the blonde’s face as she continued to type, “It looks like he’s running it through a boatload of different proxies – it’s gonna take me a minute.”

Rossi shook his head, leaning over the roundtable, “She might not have that long.” It was the truth, a harsh truth, but the truth, nonetheless.

It had been one minute and thirty-seven seconds already, brain death would occur after four minutes, maybe five if you were lucky. Spencer didn’t want to have to take that chance. “Oh god,” Penelope cried, working through the tears that had started to stream down her face, “Okay, she’s in this general area.”

“Keep going,” Hotch ordered succinctly. “Everyone else, look at the picture. Is anything recognizable about the background?”

The lighting was dim at best, which didn’t leave the team with a lot to work with while they studied your surroundings. At one point, your attacker shouted, and Spencer’s attention moved back to you.

In the midst of your struggle, you had managed to strike him between the legs, sending him stumbling away from you, shouting expletives as space was put between the two of you. The BAU took a collective breath as they listened to you breathe, spluttering as the UnSub regained his composure. “Do you see that? The ridges in the wall?” Derek said, using his index finger to point to what he was talking about.

“It looks like a storage container,” Emily replied, furrowing her brows as she comprehended what Morgan was talking about.

Wholly focused on you, Spencer watched as the UnSub got in your face, screaming horrible words at you until you spit in his face. He swung at you, causing your face to turn with a nauseating smack until your head lolled forward and you stopped moving.

Still typing, Penelope spoke up, “Got it! Sending the address to your phones now.”

during

There was a maze of storage containers at the port, and so far, you had turned up in none of them. “Shh, wait,” Emily hissed, “Do you guys hear that?” She asked, looking over each of her shoulders, ears perked up like a bloodhound.

Straining his ears, Spencer straightened up, lowering his firearm as he focused on listening to the world around him, waiting for whatever Emily was talking about.

“Just fucking do it!” Your voice reverberated off of the surface of the numerous shipping containers. Spencer found himself torn as he knew you were alive but recognized the fear and anger in your voice. The pain as you screamed nearly stopped him in his tracks, but he found himself trudging forward.

Following closely behind Morgan, they stopped for a moment, trying to determine which direction you would be found in. Your shouts rang out into the pitch black of the night, “Stop being a coward and pull the fucking trigger!”

His steps faltered, leaving JJ stumbling into his back. “Reid,” she whispered, prompting him to shake himself out of his surprised state and continue moving. You didn’t know what you were saying, he tried to convince himself.

You couldn’t see the camera the same way he had seen it so many years ago, kidnapped and drugged against his will and hoping the team would understand the clues disguised as conversation. He had been taken from an UnSub’s property, and your apartment had been broken into – the only thing taken had been you.

It wasn’t an unfamiliar fear in the BAU, worrying about an UnSub breaking into your home, but you weren’t targeted because of your work in the bureau. You had been targeted because you fit the victim pattern.

If he never had to see the word “missing” under your face again, it would be too soon.

“Please,” you begged. “Please just kill me. Just let me die. I don’t want to do it anymore,” your voice started to grow quieter, but the team could still hear you – they were getting closer.

Emily and Morgan went to one side of the doors, leaving Spencer and JJ on the other side – Rossi and Hotch were elsewhere on the property, waiting with first responders and calling the shots via comms.

A small whimper came from the container at the same time as the click of a gun cocking. “Just pull it,” you pleaded weakly. “It’ll be so easy for you. It’ll be so much easier with me dead,” you informed him despondently.

“FBI!” Morgan called out, pulling the heavy metal doors of the container open, revealing the four FBI agents with their vests on, guns raised.

Just like it had happened in an action film, Spencer watched as the UnSub moved his hand to the trigger of his weapon. Your eyes were closed, tears streaming through the dirt that was caked on your face. Without a second thought, Spencer pulled the trigger on his firearm, sending a bullet through the UnSub’s temple before he could have the chance to kill you.

Emily went over to the body, gingerly picking up the weapon and disengaging it while looking over to you. Spencer was knelt in front of you, debating whether or not he should touch you before he decided on speaking to you first, “Y/N?” His voice was no more than a whisper as he expected your eyes to open, but they didn’t.

“His pocket,” you rasped, your traumatized vocal cords straining on every word.

Spencer hummed, “What about them, love?” He kept his voice gentle, watching you as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Sniffling, you hung your head low, “Keys,” you mumbled helplessly, unable to speak more than you already were, each word only drained you of energy you didn’t have in the first place.

Understanding, JJ crouched next to the stiff body of the UnSub and fished a keyring out of his pants pocket, handing them to Spencer.

With shaky hands, the third key unlocked the handcuffs around your wrists, and your body slumped forward, practically falling into Spencer as he tenderly wrapped his arms around your torso, “I’ve got you,” he reassured you.

It wasn’t until you were sat in the back of an ambulance that anyone got a good look at you. There was a fine layer of grime coating your skin, causing it to look at least one shade darker than it normally was, but what concerned Spencer the most was the petechiae of your eyes. The burst blood vessels were a direct result of his hands around your throat.

The paramedics looked over you despite your protests. It was non-negotiable, and that instruction came from Hotch. The strangest part of it was that you were continuously trying to wave off concern, insisting you were fine, kicking your legs off the edge of the rig while the female paramedic looked at the bruising on your cheek. “It might be a fractured ZMA, she’ll need a CT to confirm,” she continued to list even more ailments, including potential internal bleeding and extensive damage to your throat. The swelling in your neck was beginning to catch up with you, affecting your ability to talk.

Spencer rode with you in the ambulance, holding your hand while you told him, “I knew you’d find me. I never gave up.”

I don’t want to do it anymore, your pleas for the UnSub to end your life rang in his head, he’d never forget hearing you say that, and you didn’t even know he heard you.

He didn’t have any good answers for anyone while you were getting a CT. By the time you returned from surgery to repair your fractured cheekbone, he shut the door to your room, sequestering the two of you into your own little world.

The bruising around your neck had already begun to darken, and by this time tomorrow, your throat would likely be a sickening reflection of what had happened to you. Your doctor had elected to leave you intubated because they were afraid of the swelling affecting your ability to breathe.

There was nothing for him to do, nothing except sit at your bedside and hold your hand, skimming the pad of his thumb across your bloodied knuckles.

after

You were skipping - well, maybe the step pattern wasn’t technically a skip.

Spencer watched as you waltzed into the bullpen with far too much pep in your step. “I didn’t know you were coming back today,” Morgan said, being the first to greet you once you passed through the glass doors.

Waving a hand in the air, you shrugged, “I have to pass a final psych eval with Hotch, but then I’m all set to be back next week.” You were grinning as you embraced your friend, but over your shoulder, Derek sent Spencer an inquiring look. Asking a silent question that Spencer himself didn’t even know the answer to.

What was going on with you? Four weeks ago, you had been struggling to stand after being beaten within an inch of your life, and ever since, you had been nothing but smiles.

Before you could settle into the hug, you pulled away, placing your hands on Derek’s shoulders, and holding him at arm’s length. Approximately the same distance you had kept Spencer at for the past month.

As you passed behind Spencer’s desk, you left a featherlight touch on the top of his head before continuing your way up to Hotch’s office, smiling as you passed the roundtable room. The same room where the team had watched your torture as it was live-streamed to them.

“Is she..?” Emily started to ask the question on everyone’s minds, but the major issue was that no one quite knew what the question was. Had you finally cracked? Were you okay? He wasn’t sure, and it was starting to eat at him.

The only thing they could do was watch as you greeted Hotch with a chirp, entering his office and firmly closing the door behind you.

epiphany

The knock on his door was the first thing to pull his attention away from his book since he got home from Quantico. Looking down at the inside of his wrist, he frowned at the time – just past midnight.

Still, he peeled himself up off of the couch before making his way to the front door, peering out of the peephole just to see you on the other side.

Slowly, Spencer set the book on his entryway table and undid the lock and deadbolt to his apartment, swinging the heavy wooden door open to reveal his girlfriend. You were donning flannel pajama pants, not unlike the ones he had on, and an old college t-shirt. There was a crumpled-up piece of paper in your hand, but he couldn’t make out any of the words on it.

“Are you alright?” Spencer asked, the question slipping easily off his tongue. He didn’t wait for the answer, ushering you inside his apartment and toward the couch. He redid the locks on the front door before joining you on the supple leather.

You furrowed your brows, staring at the piece of paper in your lap, “I failed.”

Leaning over your shoulder curiously, Spencer looked at the piece of paper, quickly recognizing it as your psychological evaluation. He read over what he could see, noting the words “deflection” and “coping mechanism.”

“You haven’t been sleeping,” he observed aloud. You must’ve been wearing makeup this morning when you came to the BAU because now he could see the clearly defined dark circles under your eyes. He hadn’t seen you much over the past month, though it wasn’t for lack of trying. Spencer had spent many days sitting outside of your apartment, waiting for you to let him in. He didn’t dare use his spare key, it felt like an invasion of your privacy.

Turning to meet his eyes, you shrugged helplessly, “I haven’t been tired. I mean – I’m… I’m fine.”

Nodding gently, “That’s a deflection. You’re telling me that you’re fine when I can clearly see that you aren’t.”

Your lips parted in apprehension while he read you like an open book. “I’m exhausted,” you admitted, tearing little pieces off of your evaluation form as you grew anxious. “I get into bed, and I can’t sleep, I can’t convince myself to close my eyes,” you elaborated, watching as Spencer reached out and took the paper from you, setting it on the coffee table.

“Have you talked to anyone?” Spencer asked, tentatively taking your hand in his.

Humming, you leaned back on the couch cushions, “Like my mandated FBI therapist? No, I don’t really talk to him much. I’ve started pretending we’re having a staring contest. I usually win, but that’s probably because he has no idea that we’re playing.”

Raising his eyebrows, Spencer inclined his head toward you, “You’re doing it again.”

You clamped your lips shut, shifting on the couch so that you could withdraw your hand from his and sit on your hands. “I don’t do this very well, huh? Talking about the bad stuff,” you murmured to Spencer, looking over at him. “I hate the bad stuff,” you informed him.

“But we have to talk about it eventually, sweetheart. You can’t keep all of that inside,” he told you, moving over on the couch, closer to where you were seated.

Shaking your head, you pulled your knees up to your chest, and Spencer recognized that you were trying to make yourself seem as small as possible. The UnSub had made you feel small – another reason that Spencer had to hate him. “I wish I was her again,” you whispered, a tinge of fear entering your voice.

“You want to be who again?”

Looking over at Spencer, you sighed, “The me that I was before. I want to feel good and happy and perfect and free,” you spoke earnestly.  

He gave you an understanding smile, pulling at your hands so that he could hold them in his own, “Nobody expects you to be perfect right now.”

You closed your eyes, “but I want to be her again.” Small tears started to stream down your cheeks while you mourned the previous version of yourself.

“I know,” Spencer reassured you. “I know you do, but if you can’t quite get to her, I’ll still be here for the you that you are now,” he said, welcoming you with open arms as you began to lean into him. “It wouldn’t have been easier,” he murmured into your hair.

Humming, you grew content in Spencer’s arms, the only place he had wanted you over the past month. “What wouldn’t have been easier?”

Ever so slightly, Spencer tightened his grip around you, “If you had died. It wouldn’t have been easier for anyone. I know it felt like that at the time-“

“You heard that?” You asked, horrified at the thought of Spencer and everyone else hearing what you had thought were your last words.

Nodding, Spencer hummed a confirmation. “I can’t stop thinking about it, and I just needed to tell you that I understand. I don’t want you to feel guilty about what you said, and I don’t want you to feel like you need to regret it. You needed a way out, and that was the one you saw,” he told you.

You were silent for an eerie amount of time, without being able to see your face, Spencer was afraid that he had misread the entire situation. “Thank you,” you whispered, straightening up and looking over at him, bleary eyes meeting his. “I’m just… thank you,” you whispered reaching out for him, embracing him as your tears sept through the fabric of his t-shirt.

The both of you stayed like that for a while, your body was tucked into his side as his fingers lazily trailed up and down your back. “Did you want to try to get some sleep?”

You lifted your head, resting your chin on his chest, “Can I stay here?”

Frowning, Spencer cocked his head to the side, “Yes, isn’t that what I just asked?” Maybe it was more of an implication, but he felt it was fairly straightforward.

“I mean, can I stay here for a while? Maybe for a couple of days?” You asked, pressing your lips together nervously.

Moving his head forward, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “You can stay here for as long as you want to.”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #criminal minds fic #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid angst #criminal minds angst #margot's requests #spencer reid hurt/comfort #criminal minds hurt/comfort #🐚 anon #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid blurb #bau!reader #sunshine!reader

[kikker-oma]

OMG I LOVE THE WAY YOU DRAW THE LU BOYS

Could I pls pat pat Hyrule??

Hyrule is positively glowing with happiness from the pats🥰🥰

#sweet anon #I wanted to try drawing a glow effect I saw #its a little different that what I usually do but I like it! #def takes more time tho #theres layyyerrrs #but anyways #I hope you like hyrules big cheesy smile🥰 #he is my sunshine boy #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu fanart #lu hyrule

[celestialwrites]

OHHH I LOVE YOUR PROMPTSSS PLEASE WRITE GRUMPY X SUNSHINE PROMPTS!! But like - the grump is not mean, he's just stern, and quite but actually grows soft for sunshine and loves to hear her talk? I'm sorry ik it's very specific😭😭😭

TY<;3 (grumpy x sunshine is honestly one of the best tropes!!)

ೃ⁀➷ grumpy x sunshine prompts

✩ he could listen to her talk for hours. actual hours. he would sit with that sweet little smile that only she has the gift of seeing and he would just listen.

✩ the sunshine gives him a stern look of fake anger and his nose just scrunches up and he has the softest little smile that makes her heart burst.

✩ “what are you doing?” “looking at you.” “okay, but why?” “because you’re gorgeous.”

✩ he normally doesn’t like to be touched but he always snuggles up to her.

✩ whenever he’s angry/anxious his first reaction is to call her, letting the sound of her voice sooth him.

✩ “are you still paying attention?” “of course” “i’ve been talking about (insert thing he doesn’t like)” “i love the sound of your voice nonetheless.”

✩ he will call her at just to most random times just to hear her voice.

✩ laying in bed and talking might just be his favourite part of the day, the way her face just lights up when she’s encountering a memory of the day makes his heart do funny things.

✩ “i’m going to sleep.” “no, don’t.” “why not?” “just keep talking…please?”

✩ the look he gives people when they interrupt her whilst she’s talking, it’s deadly.

✩ she loves telling him about her day just to see the stars in his eyes and the million dollar smile he has.

✩ the sunshine will specifically try and send voice messages instead of texts&lt;3

(feel free to change up the pronouns!)

@celestialwrites for more

#anon asks🪐 #╰┈➤ ❝ [requested] ❞ #celestial’s fluff🪐 #this is so short. sorry anon<3 i couldn’t think of anything more #dialogue prompt #romance prompts #writing prompts #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #prompts #fluffy prompts #fluffy romance #domestic fluff #grumpy x sunshine #sunshine x grumpy

[decaydanceredacted]

oh my god cringefail loserboy law and order patrick i need him so BADLYYY like idc that hes a murderer i wanna suck his dick sloppy style

-sunshine anon

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#ps #sunshine anon

[creativepromptsforwriting]

sksksk, you have prompts open! okay, uh, can i please have a prompt list of a sunshine character that's easy-going x that one (1) person who only succeeds getting on their nerves? sorry if this is difficult! sending good luck and may your days have good vibes. ~~

Sunshine x the only one who annoys them

It wasn't easy to get on someone's bad side who could see good in basically everyone. But they did manage it perfectly.

Being happy all the time had to be a disease, they thought. And that's why they loved to be the one to be able to turn off that happiness, just long enough to get an annoyed eye roll from the sunshine character.

Their friends thought that it was hilarious how the sunshine character stopped their usual

It was just infuriating how they were able to get under their skin. So infuriating that they became obsessed with finding out why this one person annoyed them more than anyone else.

When they noticed that their usually infectious happiness was not working on one person, they tried extra hard to show their sunshine personality, to the point that they got annoyed when it didn't work out, time and time again.

It wasn't an act. They really were always that sunshine-y. But it also wasn't an act when they showed annoyance towards that one person.

They were like a cat and a dog with each other. The happy golden retriever who could not understand why the grumpy cat did not want to play with them.

"Where is that usual happiness you are so famous for?" "Ran away when it saw you coming."

"My friends talked about you like you are the personification of the literal sun. Can't say I would agree with them."

"Why? Why do you always need to annoy me?" "Because I can and because it's fun to see you so out of character."

Hope you like them and I also wish you lots of luck and good vibes :)

- Jana

#writing prompts #writeblr #sunshine #writing inspiration #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writing #ask #anon ask

[milkingmymilkman]

oh? you gotta tell me everything!

-☀️

oh we aren't together anymore.. Infact..she kind of wants as little to do with me as possible..

#francis mosses #milkman #thats not my neighbor #sunshine anon

[the-great-donatello]

DUDE WHERE ARE YOU GETTING THERAPY???

man I NEED IT

-sunshine anon

@hiddencitytherapy GREAT THERAPIST. SECOND SESSION hE IS ALREADY TIRED OF ME /j

#sunshine anon #Sunoboru

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Lil update from sunshine anon:: I've been referred to a counselling service specifically for people who've experienced SA! Partly because of the incident I mentioned, partly because me and my therapist sort of realised at the same time I've been sexually manipulated basically my entire life by various different people (including someone I had a codependent friendship with for like 3 years so brushed everything off and only recently found out they r*ped one of my other best friends). Anyway things are hard BC I've also got colitis which I thinks been developing for about a year but I'm pretty sure the assault and resulting stress aggrevated it enough to get me hospitalised and diagnosed but at least I'm in treatment now wooooo -sunshine anon

Hey sunshine anon,

I'm glad to hear that you've been referred to a counseling service, and I hope that goes well for you! I'm sorry to hear that you've been dealing with colitis and were hospitalized because of it, but I hope you're doing a little better now.

It's been a pleasure hearing from you, and remember that we're here if you need anything.

-Bun

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