You write so so well. I was wondering if you could do a Shitty comfort fic? I never read anything that explores his character (most people use him as the scapegoat now, it seems like). I would just like to see something with him having a hard time and receiving comfort from Lardo or Jack. Timeline doesn't really matter.
This turned out longer than I expected. Also more cheerful, but I think there is enough emotional content. I love thinking about Shitty and Jack, and how they have this ridiculous close relationship despite being so different on the surface. I am a HUGE fan of bromance. Anyway, enjoy!
Jack: What are you up to tonight, Shits?Shits: This stupid fucking 1L mixer. I’d rather gouge my eyes out with a rusty fucking screwdriver.Shits: SAAAVE MEEE!!!!!Shits: lol jk brah
Jack wasn’t sure what exactly made him do it, but he made a beeline for his car. There was just something about Shitty’s text that left a bad taste in his mouth, a tight feeling in his chest. Jack was worried – not that Shitty would literally do the screwdriver thing, of course – but something told him that Shitty needed some help. A warning flag in two little letters – ‘jk’ – just kidding.
Shitty had a flair for the dramatic. His texts would had seemed completely normal if they had ended with the first two… but they didn’t. And maybe Shitty was completely fine and Jack was worrying for nothing, but… maybe not.
Too often in his own past had he voiced his true feelings only to dismiss them as a joke. It had almost cost Jack his life. So this time around, Jack would rather be safe than sorry. He made it to Cambridge in record time, and and hour and a half later Jack was wandering the Harvard campus, hopelessly lost, in search of the fabled ‘1L mixer’ from Shitty’s text.
He found it ten minutes later and cautiously entered the room. Was he even allowed to be here? Jack was not sure. Either way, he was glad he was still wearing his suit – sweatpants and yellow sneakers would definitely make him stand out like a sore thumb. He spotted Shitty about twenty feet away and tried to catch his attention.
Shitty glanced over and Jack waved. His friend stared for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and then turned back to his conversation with a few fellow law students. It made Jack wince. Maybe he was not welcome here after all – even by Shitty. But this was Shitty, his best friend. Even if he was embarrassed by his old jock friends, he would not ignore Jack completely in a room full of people like this, right? Jack’s heart started pounding and his palms began to sweat. It was weird of him to just show up at Harvard like this, uninvited. He did not even live in the same state. Shit. This was a mistake. No wonder Shitty was ignoring him. Maybe he could sneak away before anyone–
“…Jack?”
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