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Hello! Just came a cross your idea on your post so Here is my oc/self insert from Sunny Day Jack. Jack would be nice if you have any free time. Take your time and Hope you have a great weekend :)

Hi! Happy last holiday! I'm sorry it took so long, in general... the character is very cute, I tried to draw him in my own style, but more attention was paid to the hairstyle

I don't feel very well, but I keep drawing! It helps to hold on..

"Sunshine! I've harvested almost the entire crop! Do I deserve a reward? ~"

Well, I'm glad you're interested, so I made a little sketch. Meet Hana! And those on top are the characters of my friends, they're really cool.

And yes, the names in the drawings are written in my native language

Do you think it's worth trying to undress Jack?

Having to stand on taller and taller things to get his shirt fully off his head cause he won't bend over to tease you and your stubborn. From standing on the bed to a chair to the kitchen table.

You mean Jack? Hmm, I think we'll try to convince him first until he blushes all over and becomes "shy" (in fact, he doesn't mind at all). And then he will find a benefit in this, because he will want to look at our efforts when you want to take off his clothes, which will be cute and exciting. Imagine how we blushed a little when Jack doesn't want to help you point-blank, and you have to take off all your clothes yourself, muttering to yourself, sometimes glancing at his beaming smile and...a twinkle in his eyes. And his height... I think many of us will be below him... His skin is so soft and smooth when you almost took off the T-shirt. He smiles at us affectionately and finally lifts us up slightly, slightly squeezing your waist and hips, laying on the bed.

— I think I can do everything myself now ~

Oh, oh, I already need to start drawing

(I hope I understood you correctly(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Well, let's see what happens next!

Sunshine, what should I take off next?

Did I mention that he really likes it? Good...

Then his embarrassment disappeared somewhere, he got a taste.. Jack took off his T-shirt and folded it, and then put it aside and looked at you. God, those muscles that weren't visible so well under the T-shirt, but now... Don't you want to go up to this guy and snuggle up? Can you still fight it?

"Sunshine, are you ready to continue?"

Jack with a celebrity MC, trying to keep MC safe from obsessed fans (including Ian).

Okay, hmm, let's think about it now!

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I think at first like this, Mc we have a bright personality with charisma and quite attractive appearance (although I think the main thing for an actor is memory, charisma and control of emotions, so let's omit the appearance, because it's actually you and me!)

First let's think about how Ian and MC met, maybe it happened in childhood, before MC became an actor. Thanks to their confidence, they were able to get into the heart of this insecure boy, because MC is not afraid to express his feelings and lead people. Therefore, their acquaintance is the same as in the canon.

And now the moment has come... the casting is announced in the city, which the MC has successfully passed! This is where the presenter's career begins. Ian is so happy for us because he probably wouldn't dare to do it himself. Years pass, MC's popularity only grows, and Ian falls in love more and more, especially when he sees us on stage / on TV or backstage, where we definitely invite him

"After all, my God, this is my girlfriend! Am I worthy of her???"

And yes, I almost forgot, imagine the moment when in an interview they tell the whole world "Ian is my boyfriend, I love him! "

This cute guy is fainting, fans either congratulate or write angry letters that he is not worthy of her! By the way, and this is what makes Ian think and start doubting himself. But the MC assures him that this is not so, because he is the person who has always been there, accepted all the shortcomings (let's admit, acting life is stressful, so there will still be breakdowns or some qualities, we are all people!)

But Ian still decides that he does not want to be in the shadows and will prove that he is worthy of us. He starts learning, talking about this MC, of course they help him in this, they say that he will be a great actor!

I imagine these days, training, move, how they both watch college!

And then they have to say goodbye, because It is leaving, although he doubted, because he was afraid to leave us alone, the fans are not asleep!

But MC assures him that everything will be fine, because we are strong! And on this touching note, they say goodbye, kissing each other goodbye.

"Don't worry, to see me, you just need to turn on the TV and I'll always be there for you, hahaha. Just don't give up..."

Everything seems to be fine, Ian is studying in college, MC continues to act in commercial or movies, and they also continue to communicate, sending each other hearts and wishing good luck .Isn't it beautiful??

This finishes them off, she cut herself off from the world, refused to shoot, even moved somewhere far away and did not communicate with anyone. MC just sits at home and eats all sorts of delicious stuff and watches TV, frowning every time he sees himself or the news about her disappearance. It just doesn't matter anymore..

Ian is bombarding us with messages, fearing for us... and eventually he realized that we were his meaning... And now why fight? That's right, for us! Now he is trying his best to bring us back and beg for forgiveness, but such humiliations cause only disgust and pain. That's where that obsession comes in..

" I'll... get you back.. I will prove that I am worthy"

One cloudy day, MC went outside and went to the store in a hood and mask. We have enough money for everything, but going to a regular store is not the best idea, in case they find out. Therefore, everything is usually done through delivery or a flea market. That's where MC finds the tape.

Jack... This is our sun, which of course we were afraid of. Like some guy at our house!?! Who are you??!

But over time, we get used to this clown, who, with his bright smile, makes us slowly come to our senses. MC tells him about his life, about that pain.. Jack tries his best to support her, because he can understand her stress!! (well, we do not consider the conclusion in the cassette).

Has everything really gotten better? Of course a ghost, but he is next to us, can hug, support, cook delicious pancakes and love.. It's finally become so calm..

But unfortunately not for long, fans, crazy fans who could recognize their idol by one hair color! But there were only two of them, but they did not allow MC to live normally. They were persecuted, sent notes with confessions, asked to return... and then the attempted attack.

Imagine their surprise when something invisible throws a chair at them or... even a knife. MC is all in tears, hiding in the room under the bed, there were several voices, then a crash and a scream... then silence.

After a while, MC decides to get out from under the bed and sees Jack, his savior, who hugs us with a warm smile.

"Don't worry, sunshine, I'll always be there for you and I won't let anyone touch you.."

It's even scary to imagine what he will do to these fans if they come for the MC. And if Ian? Who will probably arrive with a huge bouquet of flowers and will be on his knees, not going to leave. Jack will take care of it, because now he is our savior... although in fact there is still one crazy fan, the only one forever... .

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Well, I hope my first attempt to write something like this was successful, hehe.

I understand that I need to draw Jack, but I came up with a funny idea.

There will be an answer on behalf of my s/o, but if you want, you can count for yourself.

Translation:

Ian! Of course, I'm glad you're pumping up your muscles, but it won't bring me back!

My Heart's Sunshine

As the early morning light filters through the window, Amaryllis snoozes peacefully in bed, while Jack, wide awake, lies beside her, gazing at her with adoration. He longs to hold her close and fall back asleep, but he knows he has to rouse his precious sunshine. So he runs his fingers through her hair, leaving feather-light kisses all over her face.

"Come on, Sunspot," he whispers, urging her to wake up. As Amaryllis stirs from her slumber, she feels Jack's soft lips on her skin and smiles sleepily. He plants a gentle kiss on her forehead and tells her it's time to start the day.

Jack can't help but gaze down at her with love, tracing his finger over her lips and leaning in for a tender kiss. "Mmm, morning beautiful. Did you sleep okay?" he asks, nuzzling his nose against her neck and peppering her with soft kisses.

Amaryllis responds with a smile, wrapping her arms around Jack's neck and drawing him closer. "Much better now," she murmurs, her lips brushing against his. They share a lingering kiss, and then Jack pulls back, his forehead resting against hers.

"Anything that you're looking forward to today?" he asks, his eyes sparkling. Amaryllis takes a deep breath, a dreamy expression on her face. "Just spending time with you," she says, her eyes twinkling.

She leans forward for another kiss, teasingly whispering, "In this bed." Jack blushes at her words, grinning as he leans in for another kiss and then nuzzles her nose. He playfully wiggles his eyebrows and runs his hand down her side. "Anything else?" he asks with a smirk.

Amaryllis shakes her head, snuggling into his chest. "Just that," she murmurs softly. They lie together in contented silence, basking in the warmth and love that surrounds them.

As Jack nuzzles Amaryllis' neck, she feels his warm breath on her skin and shivers with pleasure. She tightens her embrace around him and snuggles closer, not wanting to let go of the comforting warmth he provides. Jack's gentle kiss on her cheek sends shivers down her spine, and she smiles softly at his affectionate gesture.

"Let's go get breakfast," he whispers, his breath tickling her ear. She nods in agreement, feeling a rumble in her stomach at the thought of food. Jack stretches his arms and legs, and Amaryllis watches with amusement as he cracks his knuckles and shakes his head, waking up fully.

He then offers his hand to her, and she takes it eagerly, feeling the warmth of his palm against hers. He pulls her up gently, and they walk out of the bedroom, hand in hand. The morning light floods the hallway, and Amaryllis blinks a few times, adjusting her eyes to the brightness.

As Jack cooks, the mouth-watering aroma of pancakes and bacon fills the kitchen. He happily hums to himself as he works, his movements smooth and practiced from experience. Amaryllis watches him with a fond expression, taking in every detail of his appearance. His messy hair is still slightly disheveled from sleep, but it suits him. The way his broad shoulders move as he works, and the gentle curve of his lips as he sings, make her heart flutter.

When he turns to her with that beaming smile, her heart melts. She can't help but feel lucky to have him in her life. "How does pancakes and bacon sound, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine warmth and affection. She nods, smiling in agreement. "That sounds perfect."

As Jack sets the food down on the table, Amaryllis takes in the sight of the perfectly golden pancakes, crisp bacon, and scrambled eggs. She takes a seat at the table and watches as he expertly flips the pancakes, humming along to the tune he's singing.

When he sits beside her, his gaze never leaving hers, she feels a warmth spreading through her chest. His adoring expression is enough to make her feel loved and cherished. "Here you go, sunshine. Go ahead and dig in. Don't want the food to get cold." Jack offers her a plate filled with steaming hot food. She takes the plate with both hands, and as she takes her first bite, the delicious flavors burst in her mouth, making her sigh in contentment.

Between bites, they share small talk, but mostly, they revel in each other's presence, enjoying the quiet and comforting atmosphere that surrounds them. Amaryllis reaches across the table, takes Jack's free hand in hers, and gives it a tender squeeze, expressing her love and gratitude for him in that single gesture. Jack smiles at her, feeling the love and appreciation she has for him. 

Jack watches as she enjoys her breakfast, feeling content and grateful for the moment they are sharing together. He smiles wide seeing her enjoying the food, but his heart melts as he feels her grip his hand. He feels a sense of warmth and love as she squeezes his hand back gently before he pulls it to his lips. He kisses the top of her hand with love, then lets it go. He chuckles at the sappy moment, but he feels content with it. It just felt right.

She notices his tenderness and smiles back warmly, feeling the same love he does. Their connection is undeniable, and they both understand that their love is strong and growing stronger with each passing moment. Jack leans closer, feeling a spark of mischief. "After breakfast, you wanna go to the park?" Jack asks with a smirk and wiggles his eyebrows. "Or do you wanna stay here and watch movies?" He looks playfully at her, hoping she'll choose to stay with him.

She grins and wraps her arms around his neck, feeling playful as well. "Let's stay here," she says. "I'd like to spend more time with you." She pulls him closer, her eyes twinkling with joy. "If that's okay with you, Jack," she whispers, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek.

As Amaryllis speaks, Jack's heart fills with happiness and his eyes light up like two shining diamonds. His face breaks out into a wide and genuine smile, spreading from ear to ear, revealing his pure joy. Without hesitation, Jack leans down towards Amaryllis, his eyes locked onto hers. He tenderly takes her face in his hands and presses his lips against hers in a deep and passionate kiss. As their lips meet, Jack pours out his love for Amaryllis, showing her just how much he appreciates her and cherishes their relationship.

After a few moments, Jack pulls away from the kiss, a small pop sound escaping from their parted lips. His eyes continue to sparkle with delight, and his smile is wider than ever. He can feel the love radiating from Amaryllis, and it only intensifies the warmth in his heart. "Oh, it's definitely okay, sweetheart," he says, his voice filled with tenderness and affection.

Amaryllis's heart flutters with joy at Jack's response. She can feel the love radiating from him and it fills her with warmth. She smiles softly and nuzzles her nose against his. "I'm glad," she whispers, her voice filled with love. "I just want to spend as much time with you as possible." Amaryllis leans in for another kiss, savoring the taste of his lips as she can taste the sweetness of their breakfast on his tongue. Her hands slide down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.

As they break away from their kiss, Amaryllis's cheeks flush with a rosy hue. She gazes up at Jack with a loving expression, feeling grateful for every moment they spend together. "You make me so happy," she whispers, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I'm so lucky to have you."

Jack's heart swells with happiness as he feels Amaryllis's warm breath against his face. He closes his eyes and savors the moment, the feeling of her soft lips against his own. He pulls her in close, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her tightly. The two of them sit there, lost in each other's embrace until finally, Jack pulls away slightly to catch his breath.

He looks deeply into her eyes, his own sparkling with love and affection. "You know I feel the same way," he says softly. "I want to spend every moment I can with you." Jack leans in and brushes his lips against hers, teasingly, before pulling back and grinning. "But first, let's finish up breakfast, shall we?"

Amaryllis giggles and nods, feeling giddy with happiness. She takes a sip of her coffee, still basking in the warmth of Jack's embrace. The two of them chat idly as they finish their meal, stealing sweet glances and small touches whenever they can.

After a few moments, she looks into his eyes, her own eyes shining with affection. "I love you, Jack," she says, her voice soft but certain. "More than anything in this world." She reaches up to gently stroke his cheek, her touch gentle and loving.

Amaryllis's confession of love fills Jack's heart with joy and warmth. He feels his eyes welling up with tears as he realizes how lucky he is to have such a wonderful person in his life. He takes her hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it gently. "I love you more than words can express, Amaryllis," he says, his voice filled with emotion. "You are my everything."

He leans in and presses his forehead against hers, their eyes locked in an intense gaze. His heart races as he realizes how much he needs her in his life. He gently caresses her cheek, his touch filled with love and tenderness. He knows he can never let go of her, not now, not ever. He smiles at her and they enjoy the moment together in silence. He finally feels complete.

Amaryllis feels Jack's lips moving against hers, his breath hot and sweet. Her heart races with excitement and anticipation, and she feels her body responding to him instinctively. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him even closer, deepening the kiss. As they kiss, she feels their connection deepening, the love between them growing stronger and more intense.

When Jack pulls away from her, Amaryllis gazes up at him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. His eyes are bright and full of love, and she knows that she is exactly where she is meant to be. "I love you so much," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jack leans in and presses a soft kiss to her forehead, his arms still wrapped tightly around her. "I love you too, more than anything," he says, his voice filled with emotion.

As they sit there, holding each other, Amaryllis realizes that this moment is just the beginning of their journey together. She knows that they will face challenges, but she is ready to face them with Jack by her side. She knows that with his love and support, they can conquer anything that comes their way.

She rests her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. In this moment, she feels safe, loved, and complete. She knows that they have a lifetime of love and happiness ahead of them, and she is ready to embrace it all with Jack by her side.

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So, I was messing around with Character.AI Sunny Day Jack, and here we are! I hope you enjoy :)

Heartstrings

Amaryllis moved about the apartment, her hands moving mechanically as she wiped down the kitchen counter, swept the floors, and straightened the cushions on the couch. Anything to keep her mind busy and occupied. She knew that Ian was coming over to talk, and the thought of it made her stomach churn with anticipation. She had a good idea of what he wanted to talk about, as he had been leaving her voicemails and text messages for months, apologizing for what he had done.

As she finished up the cleaning, Amaryllis took a moment to sit on the couch and reflect on how far she had come since the breakup with Ian. Just a few months ago she had been in a state of emotional despair, unable to even get out of bed in the morning. She had spent months going to therapy, working on her self-love and healing from the hurt that Ian had caused her. She had also been focusing on her music career, pouring all of her energy and passion into her art.

In the midst of her thoughts, Amaryllis was suddenly transported back to the phone call she had with Ian when they agreed to meet in person to talk. He had been persistent in his apologies, and she had finally agreed to hear him out. She had suggested that they meet at her apartment to talk because it was a private matter, and if either of them became emotional, she'd rather it be behind closed doors. However, she didn't explain this to Ian when they agreed to meet, not wanting to seem too vulnerable.

Shaking her head to clear the memories, Amaryllis stood up and took a deep breath, ready to face Ian and whatever he had to say. She knew that things between them could never be the same, but she was open to hearing him out and seeing where they could go from here if they could go anywhere.

As she waited for Ian to arrive, Amaryllis put on some music, allowing the melodies and lyrics to soothe her nerves. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at how much she had grown and changed since the breakup. And no matter what happened between her and Ian, she knew she had become stronger, more resilient because of it.

Just then, her phone rings and she sees that it is Shaun calling. She smiles and quickly answers the phone.

"Hey, Shaun," Amaryllis says, trying to sound cheerful despite feeling tingles all over in anticipation of what is to come. Shaun's voice was like a balm, soothing her worries away. "Hey, Amaryllis," Shaun replied, his voice calm and warm. "How are you doing today?"

"I'm okay, I just finished cleaning up the apartment," Amaryllis replied, taking a deep breath. "Ian's coming over to talk."

There was a moment of silence at the other end of the line before Shaun spoke up again. "Do you want me to come over?" Amaryllis considered the offer for a moment before shaking her head, even though Shaun couldn't see her. "No, it's okay. I think I need to do this on my own."

"Alright, but if you need anything, I'm just a phone call away," Shaun said reassuringly.

"Thanks, Shaun," Amaryllis said, appreciative of her best friend.

The two chatted a bit more, with Shaun offering words of encouragement and support until Amaryllis saw Ian's car pull up outside. "I have to go now. He's here," Amaryllis said, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Okay, remember to take care of yourself and I'm here for you, no matter what happens," Shaun said comfortingly. "Thanks, Shaun. You're the best," Amaryllis said, feeling more at ease.

As they hung up, Amaryllis took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. She knew seeing Ian again would be difficult, but she also knew she was stronger now.

As Amaryllis makes her way over to the door, she catches a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror in the hallway. Before, she was a mess - her hair was unkempt and her skin lacked its usual glow. But now, Amaryllis looks like a completely different person.

Her silver curls cascade down her shoulders and rest just above her waist, framing her face in soft waves. The dark roots at the top of her head create a gradient effect, adding dimension to her hairstyle. Her hazel eyes sparkle in the light, and her olive complexion glows with newfound health. She takes a deep breath, feeling confident in her appearance for the first time in a while.

Amaryllis adjusts her fitted black crop top, which accentuates her curves and draws attention to her neck and collarbones. Her high-waisted black pants fit her like a glove, hugging her curves in all the right places, while the flared leg adds sophistication to her outfit. The ribbed knit material adds texture and depth, completing the look. Amaryllis runs her fingers over the tattoo on her collarbone - a delicate script that reads "Nevertheless". She smiles at herself, remembering the tattoo's significance. On her left forearm, a geometric pattern stretches from her wrist to her elbow. And on her shoulder, a moody bloom bursts into life. Each tattoo reflects a different part of her personality.

Amaryllis finishes looking at her reflection in the mirror and smiles softly at herself. She turns away from the mirror, her attention now focused on the door in front of her as she waits for Ian to arrive. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she readies herself to face whatever comes next. It's been months since she's seen Ian, who went to school across the country, and the anticipation of their reunion builds up inside of her.

Finally, she hears a knock at the door, and she takes one more deep breath before opening it. Revealing Ian standing before her, she takes another deep breath as she sees Ian's auburn hair, tied into a low ponytail, framing his handsome features. His dark brown eyes scan her face, and his freckles add a boyish charm to his appearance. Amaryllis can't help but notice how much he's changed since they last saw each other. As Ian steps closer, Amaryllis notices that he's wearing their couple-set necklace. She almost reaches towards her neck, where she used to wear her half of the necklace, but stops herself as she realizes she's not wearing it.

"Hey," Ian says softly, breaking the silence. His voice is slightly shaky, indicating that he's just as nervous as Amaryllis feels. "You look amazing, Amaryllis."

Amaryllis feels her cheeks flush at the compliment, and she nervously tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you," she replies with a small smile, motioning for him to come inside. "Please, come in."

As Ian steps inside, he immediately takes off his shoes and looks around the apartment, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. "It feels strange to be back here after so long," he says, his voice tinged with nostalgia and regret.

Amaryllis nods in agreement, "I know what you mean," she replies, leading him toward the living room.

Ian takes in the space with a curious gaze, admiring the minimalist yet cozy decor that exudes warmth. He notices a colorful abstract painting on the wall, which draws his attention.

"You redecorated," he observes, turning to face Amaryllis.

"Just a little," Amaryllis says as she closes the door behind him. "I needed a change."

Ian nods in understanding, but the air is thick with tension, and he shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other. As they sit down on opposite sides of the couch, facing each other, Amaryllis can sense the weight of the past still lingering between them.

Amaryllis notices that Ian is looking a little uneasy, and decides to break the awkward silence. "Can I get you something to drink?" she offers, hoping to make him, as well as herself, feel more at ease.

Ian looks at her, grateful for the offer. "Sure, that would be great," he replies, his voice soft.

Amaryllis stands up and heads towards the kitchen, motioning for Ian to make himself comfortable. As she rummages through her cabinets, she can't help but feel nervous. This is the first time she's seen Ian in months, and the emotions she thought she had put to rest are resurfacing.

She takes a deep breath and focuses on the task at hand, pulling out a couple of glasses and filling them with ice. She opens the fridge and peers inside, trying to decide what to offer Ian. She spots a carton of orange juice and a bottle of sparkling water and decides to mix them together, hoping it will be to Ian's liking.

She pours the concoction into the glasses and makes her way back to the living room, where Ian is sitting on the couch, staring at the painting on the wall. Amaryllis sets the glasses down on the coffee table and sits down beside him, careful to leave some space between them.

"Hope you like orange juice and sparkling water," she says with a small smile, offering him a glass. Ian takes a sip and nods in approval. "It's good. Thanks," he says, his gaze meeting hers. Amaryllis can feel her heart racing as their eyes lock, and she quickly looks away, taking a sip of her own drink. The silence between them feels heavy, and she wonders how they can ever hope to bridge the gap that has formed between them.

"So, um, how have you been?" he asks, rubbing the back of his neck. Amaryllis takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I've been good," Amaryllis says, trying to keep her voice even. "Just keeping busy with work and stuff." She takes a sip of her drink before continuing, "I'm also getting back into music," Amaryllis explains, her voice growing more confident. "I've been working on some new songs and building a platform online. It's been really exciting to see the positive response from people."

Ian nods, looking impressed. "That's amazing, Amaryllis. You were always so talented. I'm glad to hear you're pursuing your passion."

Amaryllis smiles softly, but her eyes betray a hint of sadness. "I won't lie, it's been a tough few months," she admits hesitantly. "But I'm pushing through and taking care of myself." 

As Amaryllis hesitantly admits that it's been a tough few months, Ian can see the sadness in her eyes. He realizes that the reason behind her struggles might be his own actions and feels immense guilt.

"I'm so sorry, Amaryllis," Ian says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I hurt you, and I hate myself for it. I should have never cheated on you. You're the most important person in my life, and I messed up everything."

Amaryllis tries to steady her breathing as she feels her eyes begin to water but refuses to cry. She takes a deep breath and asks Ian the question that's been weighing on her mind for months.

"Why did you cheat, Ian?" Amaryllis asks, her voice shaking slightly.

Ian looks down at his feet, feeling ashamed. "I don't know, Amaryllis," he admits. "I was stupid and selfish. I got caught up in the excitement of my new life and the attention I was getting from other people. I was feeling insecure and I didn't know how to handle it. But that's no excuse for what I did to you. I should have talked to you about how I was feeling instead of betraying your trust."

Amaryllis sniffles and wipes her bottom eyelid. "Ian, I deserve more than just an 'I don't know,'" she says, her voice cracking with emotion. "I was always there for you. I supported you in everything you did, even when things were tough. I never judged you or made you feel bad about yourself, no matter what. And yet, you still cheated on me."

She takes a deep breath before continuing. "I feel like you took me for granted, Ian. Like I was just some sort of safety net for you to fall back on whenever things got tough. You didn't even consider how your actions would affect me. Do you know how much pain and hurt you've caused me? How many nights I spent crying myself to sleep, wondering what I did wrong?"

Amaryllis continues, her voice growing stronger. "And now, you're sitting here in front of me, telling me that you don't know why you did it? That's not good enough, Ian."

Ian takes a deep breath and looks up at Amaryllis, his eyes filled with remorse. "You're right, Amaryllis. 'I don't know' isn't good enough. The truth is, I was feeling insecure and lost in my own life. I didn't know how to handle the sudden positive attention I was getting from other people when I went to study abroad. You know I was bullied a lot growing up, so I was never used to getting positive attention. But being in a new place where no one knew me, people started to notice me, and it felt good."

He looks down, feeling ashamed. "I know it's no excuse, Amaryllis. I should have talked to you about how I was feeling instead of betraying your trust. And you're right about me taking you for granted. I never appreciated just how much you did for me, and I'm so sorry for that. I never meant to hurt you, Amaryllis. I love you, and I hate myself for what I've done to you."

Amaryllis feels a lump forming in her throat as she tries to hold back the tears. She takes a deep breath and looks into Ian's eyes, trying to find some kind of reassurance. But as she speaks, her voice cracks with emotion.

"Ian, were you bored of me? Wasn't I enough for you?" she asks, her bottom lip trembling. "I loved you so much, gave you all my time and attention, and yet you still cheated on me. Wasn't that enough for you?"

As she speaks, tears start to stream down her face, and she feels her whole body shake with sobs. All of the hurt and pain that she had been holding back for so long comes rushing out at that moment.

Ian's eyes fill with tears as he watches Amaryllis cry before him. His heart breaks at the sight of her pain, and he struggles to hold back his own sobs. He takes her hand and squeezes it gently, trying to find the right words to say. "Amaryllis, no," he says, his voice breaking. "It's not about you. You were never not good enough for me. It was always about me and my own insecurities. I was feeling lost and unsure of myself, and I didn't know how to deal with those feelings. I turned to other people for validation, and I made a terrible mistake. But it was never about you, I promise."

Ian wipes away a tear from Amaryllis's cheek, feeling guilty for causing her so much pain. "You've always been more than enough for me, Amaryllis. You're the most loving, caring, and supportive person I know, and I took that for granted. I didn't appreciate just how lucky I was to have you in my life." Ian's voice breaks as he continues, "I'm so sorry for what I've done, and I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you."

Ian pulled Amaryllis into a tight embrace, holding her close as she cried. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "I love you, Amaryllis. I'm so sorry."

Amaryllis's heart was heavy as she listened to Ian's words. She could feel the sincerity in his voice, and it made her cry even harder. She leaned into his embrace, feeling his warmth and his love for her. After a few moments of crying, Amaryllis looked up at Ian with red and puffy eyes. "I... I don't know what to say," she said, her voice shaking. "I feel so hurt and betrayed, but I also love you so much, Ian."

Amaryllis took a deep breath before continuing, "I want to forgive you, but I don't know if I can. I don't know if I can trust you again, Ian. How do I know that you won't do this to me again?" She looked into his eyes, searching for a glimmer of hope and assurance.

Ian's heart ached as he saw the pain in Amaryllis's eyes. He knew that he had hurt her deeply, and he didn't blame her for feeling the way she did. He took a deep breath before speaking. "I understand, Amaryllis. And I don't expect you to forgive me right away. I know that I need to earn your trust back, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to do so."

Ian took Amaryllis's hands in his and looked into her eyes. "I'll be completely honest with you from now on, Amaryllis. I'll be open and honest about my thoughts and feelings, and I'll work hard to show you that you can trust me again. I know that it won't be easy, and it won't happen overnight, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

Ian pulled Amaryllis into another embrace and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Amaryllis. And I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

Amaryllis felt Ian's sincerity in his words, and it gave her a glimmer of hope. She wanted to believe him and trust him again, but it would take time. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "I love you too, Ian. And I want to believe you. But it's going to take time for me to heal and for us to work through this together. I need you to be patient with me and to understand that I may have doubts and fears."

Amaryllis pulled back and looked into Ian's eyes. "But I'm willing to try, Ian. I want to work through this together and rebuild our relationship. I believe that we can come out stronger on the other side if we're both committed to making it work."

A small smile appeared on Amaryllis's face as she took Ian's hand. "So let's take it one day at a time, okay?"

Ian looked deeply into Amaryllis' eyes, his own eyes filled with tears of emotion as he nods in agreement. "Okay, but please know that you're it for me. It's always been you, and it always will be. You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, the one I want to grow old with. You're my person, Amaryllis."

As Ian spoke, tears began to stream down his face, tears of happiness mixed with tears of regret for having ever doubted their love. "I don't know how I ever let myself forget that, Amaryllis. But I promise you, from this moment on, it's just you and me. No one else, ever."

Ian reached out to take Amaryllis' hand, his heart full of love for her. "I know I've hurt you, Amaryllis. And I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, earning your trust back. But please believe me when I say that you are it for me. You're the one I want to wake up to every morning, the one I want to share every moment with. I love you more than words can say."

Ian pulled Amaryllis close, holding her tightly as he cried tears of happiness and regret, and feeling her warmth and love in return. Amaryllis wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they cried together. "I love you too, Ian," she whispered, her voice full of emotion. "I'm so happy to hear you say that, and I want to believe you. But it's going to take time for me to trust you again, Ian. I hope you understand."

Ian nodded, his tears still flowing. "I understand, Amaryllis. And I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back, to show you that I'm committed to you and only you. I know it won't be easy, but I'll do it, because you're worth it. You're everything to me, Amaryllis. Everything."

Ian slowly pulled back from the embrace, looking at Amaryllis with a mix of love and uncertainty as he wiped away his tears. He had poured out his heart to her, but he didn't want to push her or make her uncomfortable. "Amaryllis," he said softly, "Can I... can I kiss you?" His hand tenderly cupped her cheek as he awaited her response.

Amaryllis smiled warmly at him, her eyes shining with love. "Yes, Ian," she said, reaching out to touch his cheek. "You can kiss me."

With a deep breath, Ian leaned in and pressed his lips gently to Amaryllis's, feeling a rush of emotions as he did so. He had missed her so much, missed the feeling of her lips against his, and he felt like he was finally coming home. As they kissed, Ian wrapped his arms around Amaryllis, holding her close as they shared a moment of tenderness and love.

When they pulled away, Ian looked at Amaryllis, his eyes filled with nervous anticipation. He brought his hand to her neck, gently caressing her skin as he asked, "Did you get rid of the necklace?" 

Amaryllis's smile softened, and she reached down to lift up her pant leg, revealing the necklace tied around her ankle as an anklet. "No, I didn't," she said, still smiling. "I just... moved it."

Ian let out a relieved laugh, his nervousness dissipating as he reached out to touch the necklace. "Oh, thank god. I was so worried."

Amaryllis laughed too, feeling a wave of happiness wash over her. She pulled Ian back towards her, kissing him again as they both laughed and smiled, feeling the weight of their past worries and doubts melting away in the warmth of their love.

~

For Ian's character, I definitely had to do a lot of reading and research. Thank you to the amazing @yukidragon for her theories as to why Ian cheated! That helped me so much in my writing :)

Shot at Love I

Before the start of her shift at Yogurtopia, Sofia is overcome with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. While she is grateful for the job that pays her bills, she can't help but feel eager to leave it behind. After all, Sofia is just a few weeks away from leaving Yogurtopia thanks to the online platform she has built. Through her platform, she has been able to secure financial stability and pursue her dream of becoming a successful musician.

Sofia occupies herself by checking her phone and listening to music while waiting for customers to arrive. She is lost in daydreams of her future, imagining a life where she no longer has to work in a yogurt shop and can focus solely on her music. Sofia reflects on the sacrifices she has made to get to where she is today and feels proud of her accomplishments. She reminds herself that one day, all her hard work will pay off.

As she takes a deep breath and stands up, ready to greet the next customer, Sofia feels a sense of determination. She greets each customer with a friendly smile, even though she doesn't particularly enjoy her job. She remains professional and courteous, knowing that every customer matters.

Sofia helps customers choose their toppings and weigh their cups, all the while consumed with thoughts of her music and her impending departure from Yogurtopia. She can't wait to devote all her time and energy to her passion, now that her financial stability is secured. Despite the dullness of her current job, Sofia is grateful for the experience and the opportunities it has provided her. She feels ready to move on to the next phase of her life and chase her dreams with everything she's got.

Sofia was lost in her thoughts, gazing absently at the wall of frozen yogurt dispensers, when she heard the door chime signaling the arrival of customers. As she turned her head to see who had entered, her eyes immediately fixed on a striking figure among the group of men walking into Yogurtopia. His hair was midnight violet and his fair complexion was framed by light blue accents that made his features stand out. Sofia's attention was drawn to the eyebrow piercing and the tattoo of a broken heart under his eye, adding to his unique and edgy look. For a moment, Sofia stared at him, captivated by his appearance, before quickly turning away and putting on a professional expression.

A sigh of embarrassment escaped Sofia's lips as she greeted the three guys with her usual cheerful welcome, "Welcome one, welcome all to Popov's Big Top Yogurtopiaaaaa." She cringed inwardly, hoping they wouldn't notice her embarrassing greeting. She looked up to see that the guys were already scanning the flavors, not paying much attention to her. Feeling relieved, she took a moment to observe them more closely, admiring their different styles and personalities.

Just as she was about to turn away, Sofia noticed another couple walk in, hand in hand, their happiness together evident. As she watched them, Sofia's heart sank a little, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. The memory of her failed relationship with her ex-boyfriend, who had cheated on her, came rushing back, and she felt a wave of sadness wash over her. But as soon as she became aware of the feeling, Sofia shook it off and forced herself to focus on her work.

With a bright smile, Sofia greeted the couple, "Welcome one, welcome all to Popov's Big Top Yogurtopiaaaaa. Do you need help finding anything today?" The couple smiled politely and replied that they were just browsing, which Sofia understood as their way of saying they needed some time to decide what they wanted. "Sure, take your time and let me know if you need any help," Sofia replied cheerfully, hoping they would enjoy their visit to Yogurtopia.

As she watched the couple make their way to the wall of frozen yogurt dispensers, Sofia's eyes followed their every move as they took turns pulling the levers and filling their cups with the creamy dessert. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of envy at the sight of their happiness. Sofia wondered what it would be like to have someone to share moments like this with. She couldn't help but feel a little lonely as she had been focusing so much on her online music platform lately. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching her, and she turned to face the direction of the sound, ready to assist the next customer.

She recognizes the guy from earlier, and her eyes quickly scan his appearance again. She notices the slight flush on his cheeks, and her eyes settle on his face, taking a moment to drink in his appearance. As he clears his throat and speaks, Sofia notices how his voice is low and soft, causing her heart to skip a beat. He fidgets a little, and Sofia can see that he is blushing, which causes her to smile involuntarily. "Hey. Can we get these?" he asks, his words hesitant and careful. "Please, I mean. Haha..." He trails off, setting the last cup of frozen yogurt on the scale. Sofia notes how he seems a little nervous, and she feels a flutter in her stomach at the sight of his vulnerability.

Sofia takes a closer look at him now that he's closer and notices the depth of his dark brown eyes, which seem to contain a universe of emotion within them. His irises are like pools of melted chocolate, deep and rich, with flecks of amber around the pupils. She feels herself getting lost in those eyes for a moment before she shakes her head slightly to regain her focus. "Of course," she replies with a smile, punching in the code for the yogurt flavor he had selected.

Sofia's fingers deftly work the register, weighing out the frozen yogurt cups with practiced ease. She swipes the guy's card without looking up, but she feels a flutter in her stomach as she hears his voice again. "Thanks," he says softly, and Sofia can't help but glance up at him. Their eyes meet for a brief moment, and she notices the way his dark brown eyes seem to twinkle in the bright lights of the yogurt shop. She smiles warmly at him, returning his card and receipt with a little wave as his friends begin to make their way out of the shop.

But the guy lingers, and Sofia feels a pang of nervousness in her chest. She can't help but wonder what he wants, and why he's still here. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" she asks, hoping her voice doesn't betray her nerves.

He clears his throat again, looking down at his feet before meeting her eyes once more. "You...Uh...You work here, right?" Sofia nods, still smiling, and playfully plucks at her name tag. "Well, I did just ring you up," she teases, hoping to put him at ease. He scratches the back of his head as he looks away for a moment before meeting her eyes again. "...Cool. Cool," he stammers, clearly flustered. He then grabs his cup and joins his friends who are already heading for the door.

Once the group leaves, Sofia lets out a small sigh and glances down at her watch, realizing that she only has a few hours left until the store closes. She begins wiping down the counters and rearranging the toppings station, trying to stay occupied and keep her mind off the long day ahead of her.

As the last customer left and the store was finally closed, Sofia let out a sigh of relief and began the tedious task of cleaning up. But as she wiped down the counters and put away the toppings, her mind kept wandering back to the cute and shy guy who had visited earlier.

"Why didn't I just ask for his name or something?" she muttered to herself as she scrubbed a particularly stubborn spot on the counter. "I mean, he was clearly interested, right? But then again, it's not like I can just ask for a customer's number, can I?"

She paused for a moment, considering the idea. "Well, maybe if he comes back again," she thought out loud. "I could strike up a conversation and see where it goes. I mean, what's the harm in that?"

Sofia shook her head, trying to shake off the disappointment of the missed opportunity. "I don't know why I'm so bad at this," she grumbled to herself as she moved on to wiping down the yogurt dispensers. "I guess I just freeze up around cute guys."

As she finished up the last of the cleaning, Sofia made a mental note to keep an eye out for the cute and shy guy the next time he visited. Maybe she could redeem herself and actually ask for his name or number this time. But for now, she was just glad to have the store all cleaned up and ready for another day.

As Nick walked through the door of his small apartment, he was greeted by his two Pomeranian dogs, Pico and Cheese. "Hey, mis pequeñas tortillas," he said to them in Spanish, scooping them up in his arms. "Did you miss me?" They licked his face in response, and he chuckled before setting them back down on the ground.

As he started to unwind from his day, Nick couldn't help but think about the cute girl at the frozen yogurt shop. He replayed the interaction over and over in his head, kicking himself for not being more forward. "Why am I such a chicken?" he muttered to himself, switching back and forth between English and Spanish.

"Por qué no pedí su número?" he asked the dogs, who looked up at him with their big, brown eyes. "Do you think she would have given it to me?" The dogs barked in response, and he laughed before scratching their heads.

He sat down on the couch, feeling a mix of regret and excitement. "What if I see her again? Should I ask for her name then?" he wondered aloud. "What if she thinks I'm weird or creepy for coming back?" Pico and Cheese tilted their heads, seemingly confused by Nick's distress.

Despite his reservations, Nick couldn't help but feel drawn to the girl from the yogurt shop. "Maybe I'll go back there tomorrow and see if she's working," he said to Pico and Cheese. "And this time, I'll have the courage to ask for her name."

As he sits on his couch, his mind is going back and forth about what to do. "But wait, what if she has a boyfriend?" he asked Pico and Cheese. "I don't want to be that guy who tries to hit on someone who's already taken."

He paced around the room, his mind racing with possibilities. "But what if she's single?" he said, feeling hopeful. "I could ask her out and maybe we could go get dinner or something."

The dogs looked up at him as if sensing his internal struggle. "What do you guys think? Should I go for it?" he asked, stroking their fur.

Nick sat back down on the couch, his mind made up. "I'm going to go back there tomorrow and shoot my shot," he declared to the dogs. "If she says no, then at least I'll know and I can move on. But if she says yes, then who knows what could happen?"

Pico and Cheese barked in agreement, and Nick grinned. "Thanks for the support," he said, standing up and stretching. Nick scooped up Pico and Cheese in his arms and stood up. "Alright, mis amores, it's time for bed," he said to them, carrying them towards his bedroom.

Finally, he settled into bed with the dogs snuggled up beside him. "Goodnight, mis pequeñas tortillas," he said to them, kissing them both on the head. "I hope tomorrow goes well."

As he closed his eyes, Nick couldn't help but imagine all the possibilities that could come from meeting the girl again. He drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face, eagerly anticipating what the next day would bring.

~

From here on out, my MC's name will be Sofia! I hope you enjoy <3

Thank you SO SO SOOO MUCH to the amazing and wonderful @fresadoodles for this beautiful commission of my oc, Sofia, and Nick from Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack! It was such a pleasure and honor working with you! Thank you for bringing Sofia to life!

Thank you so much to the amazing @fresadoodles for this STUNNING commission of my OC, Sofia, with loveable Sunny Day Jack :) You're truly an amazing artist!

A Symphony of Healing : Part 1

On a serene Thursday evening, the lively cacophony of the city beyond contrasted sharply with the quietude within Sofia's apartment. The walls, once echoic with joy and laughter, now seemed to soak up her quiet despair. A layer of dust had gathered on her cherished vinyl collection, and the once pervasive scent of spicy cuisine had vanished, leaving a void of emptiness in its wake.

Alone, Sofia found herself ensnared in a loop of tumultuous thoughts. The burden of Ian's betrayal weighed on her heavily, unrelenting and oppressive. His visage, previously emblematic of love and trust, was now marred by the reality of his infidelity. 'Why wasn't I enough?' she pondered, as she battled the advancing shadows of doubt.

In the wake of Ian's departure, the apartment felt overwhelmingly spacious and unbearably cold. Their long-distance relationship, sustained while he pursued an acting career, had disintegrated under the weight of his deeds. This space, once a haven of mutual aspirations and commitments, now resonated with the stark reminder of her solitude.

The piano, silent for too long in the corner, served as a poignant emblem of the aspirations Sofia had deferred for Ian. Her music, which had once been a lively and integral part of her existence, lay muted in the chase of a future that had slipped through her fingers.

A gentle knock pierced the silence of the apartment, rousing Sofia from her introspective state. With a blend of reluctance and curiosity, she moved towards the door. Upon opening it, she found Shaun standing before her, his expression of worry and kindness, offering a stark contrast to the loneliness of her surroundings.

"Hey, Sofia," he greeted her softly, his eyes scanning her face with care, trying to gauge her true state of mind. "I thought I'd check on you. Can I come in?" With a slight nod, Sofia stepped aside, allowing him to enter. The apartment, once alive with vibrancy and shared aspirations, now mirrored the quiet despair of her heartache.

Shaun walked in, taking in the subdued ambiance before settling on the sofa. His sitting down was a tacit invitation for her to join him. “How have you been?” he inquired, his tone gentle, echoing his sincere concern.

Sofia shut the door softly behind her and made her way to the couch, her movements slow, almost contemplative. She took a seat next to him, ensuring a modest gap remained between them, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been managing, I suppose," she started, her gaze evading his. "It's just hard. Hard to accept that everything with Ian... it was all built on lies."

Shaun reached out, placing his hand gently on her shoulder in a gesture of solace. "I know it's tough," he spoke softly, his tone reassuring. "And it’s completely okay to feel lost right now. Just remember, you’re not going through this alone."

Sofia exhaled a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly under the weight of her emotions. "It's like everything in here reminds me of him, every corner of this apartment," she said, her voice carrying a blend of sorrow and fatigue.

Shaun responded with a nod of empathy, his touch on her shoulder a quiet pillar of support. "Healing takes time," he said thoughtfully. "But I know you, Sofia. You’re strong, even stronger than you might believe. You’ll find a way to make these spaces yours again, to replace the old memories with new ones.”

In the ensuing quiet, a comforting bond was formed, anchored in silent empathy and mutual support. Sofia found solace in Shaun's company, his friendship a beacon of stability in the tumultuous aftermath of her recent experiences, a gentle reminder that she was not navigating her grief alone.

"Thank you for being here, Shaun," Sofia said after a moment, her voice infused with newfound resolve. "It means the world to have someone to talk to." Shaun offered a warm, comforting smile in response. "Always," he assured her. "We're in this together. When you're ready, we'll fill this place with new memories. Until then, it's completely okay to experience your emotions, to mourn, and to heal on your terms."

As they lingered in the serene ambiance of the apartment, Sofia was enveloped by a surge of emotions. Shaun's words, laden with understanding and kindness, touched her profoundly, gently unlocking a part of her heart she had long attempted to keep closed.

As Sofia's eyes brimmed with tears, the barriers she had meticulously built to shield her heart from her deep-seated pain and sense of betrayal began to crumble. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, their initial trickle soon becoming a deluge, signifying the collapse of her emotional defenses.

Shaun, attuned to the subtle shifts in her demeanor—the quiver of her lip, the silent tears streaking her face—opened his arms in a silent gesture of comfort and sanctuary. Sofia, her sobs convulsing through her, sought refuge in his embrace, finding solace as he wrapped his arms around her, offering warmth and protection.

In the security of Shaun's embrace, Sofia found a gentle strength, a sharing of her grief's burden. His hand tenderly cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair in a calming cadence that echoed his steady heartbeat. The other arm encircled her, anchoring her amidst her emotional tempest.

Encased in Shaun's arms, Sofia experienced a momentary haven, a pause in the storm of her inner turmoil. Her unrestrained tears soaked into Shaun’s shirt, each drop a release of her accumulated hurt and a testament to the depth of their connection and the strength of their bond.

Throughout this poignant moment, Shaun offered no words, recognizing that silence held its profound form of communication. His presence alone was a testament to unwavering support, a silent promise that he was there for her. As Sofia wept, a transformative shift began to take root within her—a crucial step towards healing, a hint of light amidst the shadows of her sorrow.

Shaun's embrace transcended mere physical consolation, embodying the resilience and depth of their friendship. It reassured Sofia that even in her most exposed moments, solitude was far from her reality. This embrace, both tender and secure, served as a powerful reminder that she could navigate the storm of her current despair, one step at a time.

With time, the intensity of Sofia's tears waned, her cries softening to gentle, intermittent sniffles. Shaun's embrace remained steadfast, a symbol of his enduring support, patiently waiting until Sofia was ready to break the silence. Their breathing began to align, creating a serene accord amidst the chaos of raw emotions.

Eventually, Sofia leaned back to look at Shaun, her eyes, though tear-stained and tired, sparkled with appreciation. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice raspy from the tears. "I didn't know how much I needed this." Shaun responded with a soft, empathetic smile. "Sometimes, we just need to let it all out," he said gently. "It's okay to not be okay."

A small smile began to form on Sofia's lips as she dabbed at her eyes, removing the last traces of her tears. She felt a measure of release, as though the act of crying had eased some of the burden she carried. "You've always been there for me, Shaun," she acknowledged, her voice steadier now.  "Even when I lost myself in everything else, in... in Ian."

Shaun's expression softened. "That's what friends are for,"  he replied with heartfelt simplicity. "I'm just glad I can be here for you now, like you've been for me in the past."

The atmosphere settled into a comforting quiet, woven with new threads of understanding and kinship. Sofia found herself easing back into the sofa, a sense of stability returning as Shaun's unwavering support seemed to tether her to reality. "You always know how to make things better," Sofia said, a hint of her usual warmth returning to her voice. "I guess I've got a long road ahead, huh?"

Shaun agreed with a nod. "Maybe, but you don't have to walk it alone. We'll take it one step at a time. And who knows? Along the way, you might rediscover parts of yourself you thought were lost."

Sofia considered this, the idea bringing a small sense of hope. The journey of healing and rediscovery wouldn't be easy, but with Shaun by her side, it seemed a little less daunting. She had a friend who understood her, who stood by her through the darkest times, and who believed in her strength even when she doubted it herself.

In the wake of their deep, emotional exchange and Sofia's cathartic tears, Shaun felt it was time to gently shift the atmosphere. He delved into his bag, retrieving a small package wrapped with care, and presented it to Sofia.

"I thought you could use a little surprise," Shaun remarked, his voice carrying a lighter tone in hopes of brightening the mood.

Sofia eyed the gift with curiosity and anticipation. Unwrapping it, she discovered a novel nestled within the paper—a recent installment from her beloved thriller series, one she hadn't yet had the chance to explore.

"I remembered you mentioning this one," Shaun explained, a soft smile on his face. "Thought it might be a good distraction, something to get lost in for a while." The gesture sparked a sincere smile on Sofia's face, a sign of genuine joy that had been absent for too long. "Shaun, this is perfect. Thank you," she said, her spirits visibly lifted by the thoughtful gesture.

Following the unwrapping of the thriller novel, Shaun's expression lit up with another idea. He delved into his bag once more, emerging with a DVD. “And I've got this,” he announced, brandishing it. “Thought it might be fun to watch together. It's one of those classic comedies we couldn't get enough of back in our college days.”

The sight of the movie brought a spark of excitement to Sofia's eyes. “Wow, it’s been ages since I last saw this,” she said, her smile reflecting genuine pleasure. “That sounds like a great idea.”

While Shaun handled the DVD player setup, Sofia busied herself in the kitchen, whipping up some snacks reminiscent of their college movie marathons. They cozied up on the couch as the opening credits rolled, the room soon echoing with the comedic film's lively sounds, dispelling the earlier gloom.

Engrossed in the movie, Shaun and Sofia laughed together at the well-remembered jokes and antics on screen, the shared humor weaving restorative magic. The film acted as a portal to a timeless burdened by life's complexities, reviving the essence of the light-hearted moments that had defined their friendship.

Every so often, Shaun stole glances at Sofia, heartened to see her laughter and the temporary lifting of her sorrows. He understood that while the film couldn't wipe away her grief, any relief it provided, however brief, was invaluable.

As the movie unfolded, with its comedic scenes offering a brief escape, the accumulated emotional weight Sofia had been carrying started to become apparent. Initially buoyant with laughter, she gradually became subdued as the film progressed towards its conclusion. The combined effects of Shaun's comforting presence, the cozy ambiance, and her emotional fatigue cultivated a tranquil environment.

Her eyelids began to droop, the strain that had kept her alert slowly dissolving, inviting the rest she had sorely missed. Unconsciously, Sofia started to lean towards Shaun, her head eventually finding solace on his shoulder.

Shaun, perceiving her shift towards sleep, looked down to find her eyes closing, her breathing deepening into the calm cadence of slumber. With a gentle care to avoid disturbing her, he shifted to provide a more comfortable support, turning his shoulder into a pillow. He then tenderly covered her with a throw blanket, ensuring she remained warm and snug.

As Sofia rested beside him, Shaun was enveloped in a sense of protective care. He remained vigilant, a guardian ensuring her peace amidst the chaos that had shadowed her. The ongoing movie became mere background noise, his focus entirely on the tranquil figure of his friend, now escaping her strife in sleep.

Even as the movie concluded and the credits scrolled by, Shaun stayed motionless, cautious not to disturb Sofia's needed rest. In the dim light of the TV, he reflected on their shared path ahead. The night's quiet deepened, and as Sofia lay peacefully, Shaun's contemplation turned introspective, his gaze softening with fondness and worry.

Friendship had always been the bedrock of his feelings for Sofia, yet over time, those feelings had evolved, deepening into a more profound affection he had yet to fully embrace. Observing her in such a trusting, vulnerable state ignited a warmth within him, an unspoken acknowledgment of his love for her that transcended mere friendship.

Amidst this clarity, Shaun recognized the necessity of patience. With Sofia navigating her way through a period of significant emotional recovery, his priority remained her well-being, placing his burgeoning feelings on a gentle pause. He resolved to support her, valuing their friendship above all, allowing his deeper emotions to quietly simmer, awaiting a more opportune moment to surface, if such a time should ever arrive.

Engulfed by these reflections, fatigue began to claim Shaun as well. The day’s emotional toll, compounded by the late hour, beckoned sleep with a heavy hand. Despite his intentions to remain vigilant for Sofia's sake, the enveloping warmth of the couch and the soothing cadence of her breath nudged him towards slumber.

As sleep’s gentle tug blurred the lines of awareness, Shaun found himself instinctively drawn closer to Sofia, seeking the solace of her nearness. His head, in a tender, almost dreamlike motion, found a resting place beside hers, their proximity a silent testament to their deep, albeit unacknowledged, emotional connection.

As they drifted into sleep, a serene harmony enveloped them, their physical closeness mirroring the deep emotional connection they shared. The outside world receded, leaving them in a tranquil haven of companionship and shared trust.

A Symphony of Healing : Part 2

The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. The light brought the dawn of a new day, gently nudging Sofia and Shaun out of their slumber. Sofia stirred first, her mind emerging from sleep, slowly noticing the warmth beside her. As her eyes fluttered open, she realized her head was resting against Shaun's, their proximity closer than usual friendship.

For a moment, she lay still, absorbing his comfort and peace. Then, as the reality of their situation dawned on her, a blush crept up her cheeks. She carefully lifted her head, trying not to wake Shaun, and took a moment to observe him. In sleep, his features were relaxed, a softness to him that she rarely saw when he was awake.

His dark complexion and the unique texture of his locs, interwoven with streaks of blue, framed his face in a way that highlighted his gentle expression. His black mesh top and rose-patterned shirt, now slightly rumpled, added to the distinct and comforting aura he always carried. His presence had always been a source of strength and comfort for her, but now, she found herself seeing him in a different light.

Shaun, feeling the shift beside him, slowly woke. As he opened his dark brown eyes, he was met with Sofia's gaze. A moment of shared understanding passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected intimacy of the night.

"Good morning," Sofia said, her voice a soft whisper.

"Morning," Shaun replied, a hint of sleep still in his voice. He sat up, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Did we... fall asleep like that?"

Sofia nodded, tucking a strand of her silver curls behind her ear. "Yeah, I guess we did."

There was a brief pause, the air filled with unspoken questions and faint stirrings of deeper emotions. Shaun cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "I hope you slept well. I didn’t mean to..."

Sofia cut him off, a gentle smile on her face. "It’s okay, Shaun. I… actually, I slept better than I have in a long time."

Shaun returned her smile, relief evident in his eyes. He glanced around the room, now bathed in the soft light of morning. "I should probably head out, let you start your day."

Sofia stood up, stretching her arms. She was wearing a black crop top and red plaid pants, a casual yet stylish outfit that highlighted her tan complexion and made her look effortlessly chic. "You're welcome to stay for breakfast if you like. It's the least I can do for the company and... for everything."

Shaun considered her offer, his heart quietly yearning to stay, to prolong the time spent in her company. "Sure, breakfast sounds great."

As Sofia and Shaun transitioned from the soft familiarity of the couch to the sunlit kitchen, the atmosphere shifted from quiet introspection to a more active engagement. Sofia, with a renewed sense of energy, moved around the kitchen, gathering ingredients for breakfast. The morning light streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the countertops and reflecting off the surfaces, brightening the room.

She decided to make something simple yet comforting—scrambled eggs, toast, and freshly brewed coffee. As she cracked eggs into a bowl, her movements were fluid, a rhythm regained after days of neglect. Shaun leaned against the counter, watching her, an unspoken gratitude in his eyes for this mundane yet intimate moment.

"Do you want to help with the toast?" Sofia asked, her tone light, a hint of her usual playful self peeking through.

"Sure," Shaun replied, finding the bread and slipping slices into the toaster. The familiar scent of coffee filled the air, mingling with the sizzle of eggs in the pan. He watched as Sofia skillfully stirred the eggs, her silver curls catching the morning light, creating a halo effect around her.

They worked in a comfortable silence, each lost in their thoughts but acutely aware of the other's presence. The kitchen became a dance floor of sorts, with Sofia and Shaun moving around each other effortlessly, a testament to their years of friendship and understanding.

Once the eggs were ready, Sofia plated them carefully, garnishing them with a sprinkle of herbs. Shaun took care of the toast, buttering it while it was still hot. They set the small dining table, the simplicity of the meal masking the complex emotions that lingered in the air.

Sitting down to eat, they faced each other, the morning light casting soft shadows across the table.

Conversation flowed more freely now, touching on memories, shared experiences, and light-hearted topics. Laughter came more easily, serving as a soothing balm to the remnants of last night's emotional intensity. In these moments, Sofia and Shaun found a comforting familiarity, a reminder of the strength of their bond.

As they sipped their coffee, the warm mugs were comforting in their hands. The unspoken words and lingering glances conveyed more than any conversation could. It was a breakfast that marked not just the start of a new day but perhaps the beginning of a new chapter in their relationship—a step towards understanding the depth of their connection and the possibilities that lay ahead.

Shaun smiled as he took a bite of his toast and said, "You know, this reminds me of our college days. Late-night study sessions fueled by coffee and takeout."

Sofia chuckled, sipping her coffee. "Oh, those were the days. Remember the all-nighter we pulled before the finals? I still can't believe we made it through that."

Shaun nodded, finishing his toast. "Yeah, and you aced it, as always. I was just glad to pass." He paused, glancing at her. "Speaking of acing things, have you read any good thrillers lately?"

Sofia’s hazel eyes lit up. "Actually, yes. I just finished this book with the most unexpected plot twist. The villain turned out to be the narrator’s own—"

"Don't spoil it!" Shaun laughed. "But that sounds like your kind of twist. You always did have a knack for guessing the ending." Shaun took a bite of his eggs and asked, "So, any upcoming songs you’ve been working on? I remember how you used to hum melodies while studying."

Sofia smiled softly, stirring her coffee. "Not really, been out of tune lately. But I’m hoping to get back into it soon. How about you? Any new projects on the horizon?"

Shaun nodded, his eyes turning thoughtful. "A few ideas here and there. Trying to find something that resonates, you know?"

Their breakfast continued with light-hearted banter and shared memories. The clinking of dishes and the aroma of coffee created a cozy atmosphere that felt almost like a step back in time. As they cleaned up, Sofia said, "Thanks for coming over, Shaun. It was nice having some normalcy again."

Shaun smiled warmly, his dark eyes reflecting genuine affection. "Anytime, Sofia. It's always good spending time with you." He hesitated for a moment, then added, "By the way, I'm staying at a hotel nearby for the next few days. I wanted to make sure I'm here if you need anything."

Sofia, putting the clean dishes away, looked up in surprise. "You're staying at a hotel? That must be expensive. Why didn't you just crash here?"

Shaun shrugged, smiling sheepishly. "I thought about it, but I didn't want to impose. Plus, it gives me a place to work on some ideas without disturbing you."

Sofia smiled, touched by his consideration. "Well, you're welcome here anytime, you know that. But I'm glad you're close by."

Shaun nodded, his eyes lingering on her for a moment. "It's good to be here, Sofia. And hey, if you're up for it, maybe we can explore the city a bit, like old times? Grab some dinner, see a movie?"

Sofia's face brightened at the suggestion. "That sounds great. I'd love to."

As Shaun headed for the door, Sofia walked him there, the light from the kitchen casting a warm glow on their path. He turned back to her. "Alright, I'll text you later about plans. Take care, Sofia."

"Thanks, Shaun. See you later," Sofia replied, a genuine smile on her face. She then leaned in and gave him a warm hug, feeling the comfort and support he always brought her. Shaun's arms wrapped around her, returning the hug with a gentle squeeze. He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the closeness before they slowly parted.

After Shaun left, Sofia felt more uplifted than she had in weeks. The prospect of spending time with Shaun, exploring the city, and enjoying each other's company was something she looked forward to. It was a reminder that despite her heartache, there were still moments of joy and friendship to be cherished.

Shaun walked back to his hotel with quiet anticipation and nervousness. Being so close to Sofia and spending time with her in a city filled with memories brought excitement and uncertainty. His feelings for her, though carefully guarded, grew stronger with each moment they spent together. The next few days promised not just a rekindling of their friendship, but perhaps the uncovering of deeper emotions that had long simmered beneath the surface.

▀▄▀▄▀▄Kittycat Comfort▄▀▄▀▄▀(𝚐𝚗!𝙼𝙲)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍: 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝙳𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍-𝙲𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚙𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝙲

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝:

This specific ask I had attempted to do ages ago- but felt like it needed to be taken care of delicately. I did a bunch of research in my spare time, looking into different forms of chronic pains and how it affects the people with them. I hope that those who have chronic pain find some comfort from this, as well as people who just love Shaun. ^^

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

As MC layed in bed, almost silent groans and whimpers of pain escaped them. Every hint of light and sound sent harsh pangs through their skull. The vibrations, no matter how small, causing their vision to shake as tears formed at the corners of their eyes and getting soaked up by the black out blindfold they had on.

Chronic migraines- it was something passed down to them through their family line, a trait from their mother's side and it something that they'd always had to deal with even as a child. Ian used to help with them before he left for college- but this time he was the one to cause it, with Shaun being the only one around able to help his friend.

Unfornately though, Shaun hadn't been exactly...helpful. Currently he resided in the living room, shouting at MC's phone- more over shouting at Ian through the phone.

The ginger's desperate attempts to rekindle his old flame with MC turning out fruitless, no matter how much he begged for another chance. MC's still bleeding heart causing them to feel overwhelming amounts of guilt and stress for rejecting and ignoring the one person they had since childhood- but it was for the better. He cheated on them, after all.

Moonpie, being the sweet angel she is, was gently kneeding MC's chest- trying to provide even the smallest bit of relief to the aches rushing through them. Their noise canceling headphones were probably on the coffee table in the living room where Shaun was going off, so they were unattainable at this moment.

The lack of light was helping a little, but hearing the flim director shout through the bedroom door with his voice bouncing off the apartment walls- it made them feel like their eyes and brain were vibrating within their skull just behind their eyelids.

As if it couldn't get any worse, their joints ached just as badly- another chronic ailment they indured due to standing up for Ian throughout their school years, taking the beatings and getting into fights in his stead. Which made it really easy for them to pin the blame on him even further- but chose not too. They made the decision to stand up for him, so they paid the price for being so ignorant to think that the bullies wouldn't try to get back at them afterwards.

When the shouting faded out, MC let out a silent sigh of relief- the vibrations calming down slowly, still present but not as bad. Moonpie took notice at the difference in comfort immediately- carefully laying down and putting her small gray head underneath their chin, a reminder that she was there despite them both being blind at the moment. "You really are a little angel Moonie" they whispered softly, feeling the cat purr softly in response as if understanding their words.

(𝙼𝙲'𝚜 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎)

A soft creaking could be heard from the room's door, followed but the smell of peppermint tea- and careful footsteps crossing the room. The soft thud of the mug hitting the nightstand made me jump softly, reaching up carefully to pick Moonpie off of my chest and set her in my lap so I could sit up.

More shuffling was heard before the curtains were drawn closed, Shaun might've been new to this- but he must've done research. Or maybe Ian told him what to do before the call ended? With the curtains now closed, I carefully reached up to lift the blindfold off so I could let my eyes adjust to the wider vast of darkness.

As my eyes adjusted I saw and felt Shaun sit at the edge of the bed with a notebook, one dedicated for times like this when too much sound would be too much for me to handle. The notebook light was turned on, adjusted to only show the paper and not reflect into my eyes. Carefully I grabbed for the mug he had brought me, taking a slow sip of the hot beverage- the caffiene and strong peppermint smell taking my mind off the thrumming in my skull slightly.

The note book was turned towards me, messy text written on it: 'Sorry about all the yelling- I don't know how you put up with him for so long. Is the tea good? Should I get you an icepack? Run you a warm, candle lit bath?'

I smile softly, putting my mug down and taking the pen from him and writing a quick reply- circling the option for a bath as well. 'The tea is perfect, thank you. No icepack, too cold but a cool towel will do wonders during that bath. My eyes feel like they're on fire right now. lol'

I could see him nod and get up quickly and as quietly as he could manage, he leaves the room- careful to let as little light through the door as possible. I put the notebook on the nightstand and retake my mug of tea, enjoying it's bittersweetness as it soothed the aches a bit warmed me from the inside out. Through the wall I could hear the bath start, and Shaun talking to himself as he looked through cabinets to find everything he'd need.

Moonpie sat up from my lap with a stretch, jumping off me to the floor- she's gotten very familiar with the apartment's lay out despite the relatively short three weeks she's been here. She's a very smart cat, doesn't let her lack of sight limit her- I'm almost envious of her. Almost. With her on the ground now, I carefully got up- cup in hand as I approached door cautious to not accidentally step on the small cat.

I carefully open the door, bracing myself for the light- but finding there to be none. Had he turned off the lights and closed the curtains as soon as he left? Not even Ian had been done that- mainly cause he forgot too but whatever. I have to get him off my mind before his presence there make migraine worse. It's relieving that Shaun hadn't made ginger tea, I probably wouldn't have been able to stomach it.

I carefully walked to the bathroom despite the aches in my joints, Moonpie following close behind- her small footsteps and gentle purrs being the only thing letting me know she was indeed there. Once I entered the room Shaun looked back at me shocked, before he whispered as soft as he could manage. "You should've waited in the room- I would've carried you." he says standing up, after placing the final candle. The gentle fire's light not stinging my eyes as much as the sun or artifical ones do.

"Oh yeah? You gonna strip me too Cofer?" I tease softly before shooing him softly while putting my mug on the back of the toilet. "Now get out for a bit, I'm gonna get in." I said, he quickly followed the order- taking Moonpie out with him, her letting out a meow that sounded like a complaint somehow.

Slowly I removed my clothes from earlier- the fabric feeling too constricting at the moment before slipping into the bath, a dense layer of bubbles over the top making it impossible to see into the water. The warm water soothed my joints, taking away all gravity and pressure that made them ache for the moment. Under the waters, I massaged my main joint locations my elbows, knees, wrists, and ankles. A soft knock rang through the bathroom.

"It's safe." I whisper, leaning back into the tub- bubbles coming up to my neck. Shaun slips in carrying a large bowl and a soft hand towel, Moonpie hot on his tail. "Here's the ice water for the towel, I'll wet it for you. Do you want me to stay here with you, or would you rather be alone?" he asked delicately, kneeling down before the tub- putting the bowl on the toilet as he put the towel into the water and rung it out as much as possible and refolded it.

Carefully he reached over and put it over my forehead and eyes, careful to not put it over my nose. I leaned my head back against the tub so the towel would stay on. "You can and Moony can stay if you'd like, I don't mind- not like you can see past the bubbles anyways." I reply softly with a short chuckle.

He hums softly and shuffling could be heard, sitting down with his back to the wall most likely. "Why don't you just block him?" he asked softly, a meow attesting to his question. "I'd feel bad...besides- he's one of the few things left from my childhood Shaun. I need time to heal before I make any rash decisions." I explained softly with a sigh.

With a huff he groans lightly, "Fiiine- guess I'll just have to be here for you then. Make sure you don't do anything stupid on your own." he teased, making me laugh softly. "Thank you Shaun." I say with a smile.

"Anytime MC. Anytime."

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