#sdj shaun x oc

[missrosiesworld]

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.

[veenomsart]

pov your bestie became a whore overnight after a messy break up and ngl you're into it but also you're kind of concerned? Their neck and arms are always covered and their canines are too sharp and-

Reblog to support the whore post-break up agenda 😔👊

Pic without dialogue below 👇👇👇

[cringegobrrr]

Comm for @/bbb3514

Shaun X Vanessa (OC)

[pinkyqushi]

There is nothing scarier than a big sexy goth man sticking his hand down your pants 😟

N$fw ver is on my twt theythemslut

[honniebunnies]

[bimboothefool]

Playing around with the pixel brushes✨

[sunnydayroleplay]

Ok so if this is possible this is a question for Jack... Jack I've always imagined your hair smells like blue cotton candy. And if so what kind of shampoo or conditioner do you use to not only make your hair smell good but your hair so luscious?

Hi sunshine! How're you doing? I hope mighty fine! Thank you for the question! I'd be more than delighted to answer for you!!

Now, because I am...not exactly human, I don't typically wash my hair! Mainly because it kinda..goes through me. But dwell on that another rainy day!

However, if you did want your hair to smell just as seemingly sweet and delicious I do have some wonderful recommendations!

💙 Kit Soupliss Algodão Doce Cotton Candy (Shampoo + Conditioner)

💙 Bonbon Shampoo and Conditioner

💙 philosophy pink frosted animal cracker

Hope this helps! These are just some more modern and less-leaning into lead and/or chemical poisoning ones I've found smell wonderful!

Like always, hope you had a happy sunny day with Sunny Day Jack! Drink some water, eat a meal, and remember I'm always here for you sunspot.

[scarletmoon34]

Can someone draw my oc and Shaun from something wrong with sunny day jack and merry Christmas everyone !!!!

[kurokrisps]

Freaky Fab!! 💜🦇💙

Ref under the cut:

[thatjaxgirl]

Kai and Shaun with sunny Jack

Shaun might be dead soon

[missrosiesworld]

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.

[sad-in-nature]

2022-3-18

Based on a similar event irl

[cringegobrrr]

This is my headcanon if we go down Shaun route - LMAO🌼🌼Thank you for the wholesome idea!

[pinkyqushi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE-EST FICTIONAL CHARACTER EVEEEERRRR💙🎊🥳

[chaoticlittlecrows]

A desicion has been made!

I will be using this acc to focus on SWWSDJ content, and a new alt acc, ChaoticLittleCrows2, for Hogwarts Legacy! Mostly because I would love to draw and write for both fandoms!

So be on the lookout, I will probably repost my first couple HL posts on that acc for the purpose of letting it be seen. I hope you all enjoy! <3

[missellaneousworks]

Enough - A SDJ Shaun x OC Drabble

I missed that it was Shaun's birthday a couple of weeks ago. And it's a crime how little I've written about our favorite cat-man since he's one of my fav boys. Let's change that.

Context: Takes place shortly after Ian moves away, but before the break-up. Contains some one-sided pining.

Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY series. MINORS DNI.

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"How 'bout this one?" Shaun flipped yet another horror DVD in front of Ella's face. The title was one that she heard of before, but not one she had seen yet.

"Sure, if you want to," she attempted to smile cooly, attempting to mask the anxiety in her voice. Shaun took her a moment to study here before he placed it back down with an unconvinced sigh.

"C'mon, Els, that's the third time you've agreed to a movie without really meaning it," Shaun gave a long, exasperated sigh at his dear friend.

"It's your Birthday, ya goober," Ella playfully shoved his arm. "You should pick out the movie!"

"Pfft, my birthday was two weeks ago, Els. Though, I appreciate you trying to make it up to me." That earned her a flippant wave of his hand. "I've already watched all of these. Unlike you, my little scardey cat."

"Heeeeey," Ella protested. "I can handle scary movies--"

"Uh-huh."

"--I can handle scary movies a lot better now than at the beginning of college!!"

"Suuuuure you can, Els."

"Heeeey!" Ella gripped the small, panda-printed couch pillow and proceeded to thwack Shaun in the arm.

"What, I'm just agreeing with you~!" Shaun snickered, blocking Ella's blows from her plushy blunt trauma weapon. "The mighty Ella has conquered her fears and now thirsts for blood! Nooooo!"

Ella gave one final, soft smack with her weapon of choice before Shaun dramatically collapsed on the ground, defeated and unmoving. Ella gave a long sigh before she finally made her decision. "Okay, okay! Let's waaaaatch... this one!" Ella chose a movie that piqued her interest. She had heard good things about the film's special effects and main monster, and according to Shaun, it would be a good watch.

Like the proverbial Dracula rising from his coffin, Shaun sat up with a toothy triumphant grin. "See? Was that so hard?"

Ella gave a half-hearted shrug, turning to check the connection of the tiny digital camera and setting up the waiting room on their streaming platform. "It's our last movie stream together, so... I sort of got stuck on trying to pick a good one. Thought it'd be more meaningful if it were up to you."

That caused Shaun to pause for a moment after he inserted the DVD. He had wondered why Ella had been a little more quiet than usual. He thought it was because she was missing her boyfriend, Ian, but then it occurred to him...

With Ian leaving for school to become an actor just a few months ago and Shaun leaving in a few days to start shooting his new film, Ella would be all alone. It didn't take a mind reader to tell Shaun that she was sad over it. To be honest, despite the new opportunity he was about to receive, Shaun was going to miss Ella. A lot. Ever since college, she was a huge supporter of his work and often volunteered to give feedback on his scripts, including bits and pieces of his newest flick. She often half-joked that Shaun made her a little more brave by exposing her to horror films.

But Ella? Ella gave Shaun more than she could possibly ever know. She gave him advice when he needed it, support when he was stuck on writing a script, and unconditional kindness. It showed when she invited him to stay at her folks' place during Thanksgiving after he... separated from his only remaining family. Ella's folks had invited him in with open arms, showing the same warmth Ella had given him countless times. She gave Shaun boundless inspiration -- it was a crime how unaware Ella remained regarding her infectious creativity. Shaun would shout it to the rooftops if he could. But the most important thing Ella had given Shaun throughout the years... was her friendship.

And that... was enough for Shaun. More than enough, but he didn't want to say it out loud, worried that it would make it weird for some reason. Ella was very dear to him. In truth, he was attracted to her nearly from the get-go. And that affection grew over time. But this was enough, their friendship was enough. And as long as Ella was happy with Ian, Shaun was happy for her. She deserved it.

Shaun reached out in an attempt to offer Ella some small comfort, he wanted to touch her face and tell her it was going to be okay but... he hesitated. That wouldn't be appropriate, would it? Even if they were both physically affectionate with one another. Pausing, his hand landed on her shoulder, which caused Ella's chocolate-brown eyes to meet his.

'C'mon, Shaun... say something to make her feel better!'

"Els, you know we can still do our weekly movie streams even though we'll be apart, right?" Shaun kept a light smirk on his face but cringed cringed internally. That wasn't as emotionally impactful as he was going for. But before he could reiterate, Ella gave him a confused look.

"Yes, it is? I mean, we only have one camera and one mic. We can't exactly do this again until you come back."

"Sure we can!" Shaun's lips quirked into a knowing smile. "You can keep the camera and the mic, and I'll buy a new one when I'm moved into my apartment."

Ella guffawed at Shaun's suggestion. "Shaun, sweetie, I can't do that! That will be expensive!"

"I've got some money leftover from purchasing the new place," he stated nonchalantly. "I'm good for it, Els!"

"B-but you're going to be busy filming and script writing, and directing and--"

"We'll drop the movie streams to once every two weeks! Just because I'm working doesn't mean I shouldn't take breaks."

"That's a lie and you know it," Ella challenged him. "I remember you cramming during finals. You were awake for a solid twenty-four hours!"

"Twenty-six, but who's counting?" He joked as Ella rolled her eyes.

Ella was running out of ammo, causing her to stutter over her words. "I-I can't just accept this, Shaun. It's sweet, b-b-but--"

"Then think of it as an early birthday present!" Shaun kneeled next to where Ella sat on the worn couch. "C'mon, Ella...! Ella-ella-ella. Ella-Banana. Ella-Banano-Fo-Fana-Fe-Fi Bananza-Ellllllllaaaaaaaaa~!"

"You're not going to take 'no' for an answer, are you?" She resided.

"Nope! Except your faaaate~! MWA HA HA HA HA--!" Shaun sinisterly laughed before he began coughing in his over-exuberance. Luckily, Ella wholeheartedly laughed at his antics, causing her to lurch over, clutching her stomach in a joyous fit of giggles.

"All right, all right! You have bested me this time, Kitty-man. But I'll get you back one day!"

Shaun rose to his feet and bent over in a regal bow before his friend. "I look forward to the day, but until then," he unceremoniously flopped on the couch next to her. "MOVIE TIME!"

"HELL YEAH, MOVIE TIME!" Ella cheered as she set the laptop down and began to run the stream for their beloved audience, the mood lifted, and happy once more, just as Shaun wanted it.

As long as he could make Ella happy in some small way, to see her innocently sweet smile, to hear her laugh around him... it was enough.