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picking up what you’re putting down @greenishbucket
Ransom/Holster/Chowder, rated M, 5.3k, on AO3
Rans takes a gulping breath. “Holtzy, I don’t wanna freak you out,” he says, unsteady in a way that definitely freaks Holster out, “but I think I’m legit hallucinating things. Like, I honestly thought I saw Chris Chow in our fucking laundry room.”
Additional tags: Alternate Universe - Hockey, NHL Player Chris “Chowder” Chow, Getting Together, Polyamory.
universal guide on setting your friends up together by Blepbean
Fandoms:Check Please! (Webcomic)
05 Apr 2021
Tags
- Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
- Eric “Bitty” Bittle/Jack Zimmermann
- Derek “Nursey” Nurse/William “Dex” Poindexter
- Chris “Chowder” Chow/Caitlin Farmer
- Adam “Holster” Birkholtz/Justin “Ransom” Oluransi
- Eric “Bitty” Bittle
- Jack Zimmermann
- Derek “Nursey” Nurse
- Chris “Chowder” Chow
- William “Dex” Poindexter
- Adam “Holster” Birkholtz
- Justin “Ransom” Oluransi
- Caitlin Farmer
- Fluff
- Angst
- POV Multiple
- Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
- Flirting
- Love Confessions
- Enemies to Lovers
- Strangers to Lovers
- Friends to Lovers
- Miscommunication
- Mutual Pining
- Yearning
- Fake Flirting
- Or is it fake flirting?
- Denial of Feelings
- is holster and ransom a queerplatonic relationship in this fic?
- probably and mostly likely
Summary
It’s near the Screw dance and the frogs are on edge, just after Chowder bumps into Farmer, Nursey and Dex spin up a plan to set the two of them up together using a twitter thread from Bitty’s old twitter. It sends a chain reaction with everyone trying to set everyone up together, including Holster and Ransom. What follows as a simple plan turns into something that can be dangerous, with the chaos of everyone setting each other up and potentially letting some feelings come through.
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“So you’re asking me for help,” Nursey points his finger at Chowder in the distance, “to set up Chowder with the girl.”
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“—so we set them up!” Farmer says, her lips turning into a bright smile, her face lighting up like the sun, “or atleast get them closer together, and even if they don’t end up dating they’ll end—”
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“Dude, he probably swings a bat at anyone that comes close to him. But what if we—”
“—try to set Nursey and Dex up. But also—”
“—Chowder and that other girl,” Ransom finishes, “setting up the frogs. Man, you like never run out of ideas.“
Language: English Words: 35,843 Chapters: 14/14
Preview #15:
He glared at the desk, eyes widening when he saw a post-it with remember bittle scrawled on itin his own handwriting. For some unremembered reason, he had underlined it three times. He scoffed.
Right. ‘Remember Bittle.’ As if he could forget after yesterday’s shit-show.
Jack ignored the note (and the guilt) and prodded at his hand. He hoped like hell he hadn’t broken anything. That was the last thing he needed this early in the season. Not when he still had so much to prove. Not when he had to re-build the bridges he no doubt burned in Vancouver and Pittsburgh when he elected to stay at Samwell another year instead of accepting either team’s offer to play this season.
That, plus Papa’s visit yesterday, explained the dream he’d just woken from. Of course he would dream about winning the Cup. He rolled a phantom ache from his shoulder as he tried—and failed—to cling to the feeling of what it was like to hold the Cup overhead.
He laughed bitterly under his breath. Classic wish fulfillment, he heard in his therapist’s voice, even though he was fairly certain she had never said anything like that.
But if that was true, then how fucked up was it that he was wearing a Falconers jersey? The Falcs weren’t anywhere near being on his shortlist and the closest they had come to the Cup was last season. Not that squeaking past the Islanders into a wildcard spot only to be swept by the Pens in the first round counted as close.
He’d sooner go to Arizona than to Providence, so what the hell was his anxiety trying to get him to believe this time? That the best he could hope for anymore was a team that was halfway to being a punchline?
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Preview #14:
Maybe Just A Little Homo
@shadowysandwichphantom (AO3)
“Wait, bro,” Ransom says to Holster. “What if we do that link arm thing and feed it to each other?”
“What, like a married couple?” Holster asks. “Fuckin’ sick dude! Hell yeah.” Bitty watches as they both scoop up bites of pie and twist their arms together, laughing as they fight to shove their forks into each other’s mouths. He rolls his eyes.
“Really, boys,” he sighs, “you two are gayer than Jack and I.”
“Dude, don’t judge our bromance!” Holster tells him through a mouthful of pie.
“Well, y'all are slowly starting to take the ‘b’ out of it.”
“Nah, Bits,” Ransom says after finishing his bite. “This is a sure 'b’ romance.”
“Uh-huh,” Bitty says, deadpan. “Y'all are shapin’ up to be two solid bromosexuals in a bromantic relationship.” Ransom and Holster snap to look at each other, fire blazing in their eyes. Bitty sighs loudly, taking their plates. Holster drops from the barstool onto one knee, holding Ransom’s hand.
“Bromeo, Bromeo, I love you, no homeo,” Holster says dramatically. Ransom swoons.
“Oh dear Lord,” Bitty groans, leaving their half-cleaned plates in the sink.
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Preview #13:
picking up what you’re putting down
- a Ransom/Holster/Chowder fic!
“I’m only here for a bit, you know?” Chow is saying with a gloomy shrug when Holster successfully checks back into reality without having actually screeched out loud.
“Uh, wow, hey now,” Holster says, automatic. “I don’t know about that.”
At the exact same time, with just as much outraged bluster, Ransom starts, “I think you’ll find with a save percentage like–”
They both realise at the same moment that they are defending Chris Chow to Chris Chow, not to some dumb bro who doesn’t get the artistry of being a goalie, and Holster can feel his entire upper body flush. Ransom’s teeth clack he shuts his mouth so fast.
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Preview #12:
Chris Harrison: Don’t miss out on the excitement. Tune in next week for a new episode of The Bachelorette
Ryan D: You aren’t here for the right reasons! I’m serious about finding love, but you’re just treating this like a game.
Ransom: I don’t know what the f— you’re talking about! I’ve been committed to April since day one. And she knows that.
Ryan D: Yeah, then why are you attached to Adam 24/7?
[Ransom pauses, shock and hurt flashing across his face.]
Ryan D: I’m glad you’ve made friends here or whatever, but April deserves undivided attention, and she needs to know that you’re not giving that to her.
[Cut to April shuts the door of an SUV, and turns away wiping tears from her eyes. The SUV drives off without the audience seeing who is inside.]
Nick: Did she just…
Holster: [looks stricken] I think she sent him home.
Chris Harrison VO: And coming up, a twist never before seen in Bachelor history.
Holster in interview: It’s crazy to say it, but I have found love here on this journey. I’ve never been this happy. And I need to no longer be afraid to express how I really feel.
[April is standing next to a table with only a few roses on it, looking nervous. She picks up the first one, but before she can say anything Holster steps forward.]
Holster: I’m so sorry April, but there’s something I need to say.
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Preview #11:
@insertatitlehere(emimix3 on AO3)
Shit…
What did he take the day before?
Bob tried to open his eyes. It was way too early – but there was an alarm ringing, and it was loud.
Half unconscious, he tried to reach for the alarm clock on the bedside table. He had no such chance. Slowly, he opened his eyes – the alarm clock was right there, a fancy new thing with red digital numbers flaring at him, but the sound wasn’t coming from it.
Bob felt his heart stopping when suddenly, he felt an arm on his shoulder, and saw another reach the bedside table to take a little black… TV? Watch?, touch it, and stop the noise instantly. The person then dropped the screen and went back immediately under the covers, before literally kicking Bob out of the bed, groaning.
Okay.
That wasn’t Alicia.
And that wasn’t their bedroom.
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