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You have 7 missed Voicemails (1322 words) by kapachiramasama
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Shitty Knight & Jack Zimmermann
Characters: Shitty Knight, Eric Bittle, Jack Zimmermann
Summary:
Shitty calls Jack a lot, and leaves a lot of voice mails behind, because that's what best friends do.
Because sometimes, a fanfic is so unexpectedly brilliant, so pure, that you just have to rec it immediately:
“Dude I just saw the biggest fucking bird in the world. Holy shit, you should have seen this fucking. Like the size of a fucking tire. Jesus, I think it was carrying a fucking dog in it’s talons. I’ll send you a picture I took, but goddamn. I think it was like a pigeon or something? I don’t know. But hey I’m driving down tonight with Bitty so call me if our plans changed. Love you, kid,”
“I bet. It’s okay, Shits, I’m here now,” He said, patting Shitty awkwardly on the back. Shitty squeezed his best friend even tighter, rubbing his face into his sweater.
“Oh my God, I missed you so much,” He mumbled into Jack’s chest. Jack laughed.
“Ha ha, I missed you too,” Jack said honestly, even though it had been less than two weeks. Before Bitty, all skin to skin contact was exclusively with Shitty, and had been completely platonic. Sometimes you just need hour long cuddles that didn’t give you a boner.
“Do you think it’ll scar?” He asked.
“Your bruise? Don’t think so,” Shitty buried his face in Jack’s sweater again.
“Oh my god you smell like cinnamon and dreams,” He mumbled.
“Thanks,”
“Your haircut makes you look like a Calvin Klein model from heaven,”
“Okay, I’ll take your word for it,”
“You hug like a father of four who genuinely wants his kids to know they’re loved,”
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Shitty Knight & Jack Zimmermann
Characters: Shitty Knight, Eric Bittle, Jack Zimmermann
Summary:
Shitty calls Jack a lot, and leaves a lot of voice mails behind, because that's what best friends do.
Because sometimes, a fanfic is so unexpectedly brilliant, so pure, that you just have to rec it immediately:
“Dude I just saw the biggest fucking bird in the world. Holy shit, you should have seen this fucking. Like the size of a fucking tire. Jesus, I think it was carrying a fucking dog in it’s talons. I’ll send you a picture I took, but goddamn. I think it was like a pigeon or something? I don’t know. But hey I’m driving down tonight with Bitty so call me if our plans changed. Love you, kid,”
“I bet. It’s okay, Shits, I’m here now,” He said, patting Shitty awkwardly on the back. Shitty squeezed his best friend even tighter, rubbing his face into his sweater.
“Oh my God, I missed you so much,” He mumbled into Jack’s chest. Jack laughed.
“Ha ha, I missed you too,” Jack said honestly, even though it had been less than two weeks. Before Bitty, all skin to skin contact was exclusively with Shitty, and had been completely platonic. Sometimes you just need hour long cuddles that didn’t give you a boner.
“Do you think it’ll scar?” He asked.
“Your bruise? Don’t think so,” Shitty buried his face in Jack’s sweater again.
“Oh my god you smell like cinnamon and dreams,” He mumbled.
“Thanks,”
“Your haircut makes you look like a Calvin Klein model from heaven,”
“Okay, I’ll take your word for it,”
“You hug like a father of four who genuinely wants his kids to know they’re loved,”