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holster knowing abt ransoms crush on chowder and them talking abt it and just nudging rans whenever chowder does something Cute or Sexy (or both bc lets be honest that boy,,) thats aimed at rans and rans commenting on his Goalie thin g (where hes super intense during the game and shit) like just the boys flirting bc that is my Shit

“Dude,” Holster says sympathetically.

“I know,” Ransom sighs.

“You told him his helmet hair looked nice,” Holster winces.

“I know,” Ransom repeats, not even trying to hide his grimace.

“I haven’t seen you be this off your game in… ever.” He puts an arm around Ransom’s shoulders, steering him back towards their corner of the locker room and away from the goalie stalls where Chowder is happily chatting with Jack.

“Maybe it’s because he’s a teammate?” Ransom shrugs.

“Nuh uh,” Holster shakes his head, “Freshman year you had Mitchy wrapped around your finger after two practices. This is something else.”

“God,” Ransom groans, “He’s just - fucking - do you see him right now?” He gestures over at where Chowder is sitting in his stall, running a hand through his hair and beaming up at Jack.

“Dirty pool,” Holster says, “Cute, hot, and a little bit crazy. Exactly your type. You never had a chance, bro.”

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My favourite part about Ransom and Holster not clueing into Shitty and Lardo’s relationship is that they obviously can’t tell when a friendship has gone past the point of platonic, and so it’s completely plausible that they wouldn’t be able to tell with their own relationship.

guys you know what we don’t talk about often enough. this picture 

like, what the fuck that’s canon. look at them. holy shit i can not with this. 2.15 blog post

so i was brought back to the hazeapalooza blog post for an entirely different reason, but look!! i found the third instance to finally prove that holster 130% uses ransom’s first name whenever he is jealous

and a bonus, because really n, you’re not even trying to make this boy subtle

Hm, for a prompt, how about Lardo coming out as some kind of queer to the team?

They’re joking.

Lardo thinks they’re joking. She hopes they are, because if Ransom and Holster are being serious right now, Lardo’s gonna have to address the fact that her best friends are morons. Sure, Lardo’s never explicitly stated her sexuality; she’s not really sure what it is herself, other than not straight. She thought that much was obvious.  And now Camilla’s looking at her like she’s not sure what’s going on, and Lardo had been so cool earlier and managed to bring her hot date back to her place and these guys are going to ruin it for her.

“See?” Holster is saying, waving his hand dramatically at the girls. “Chicks cuddle on the couch all the time bro, and they’ve got the closest friendships.”

Lardo winces a little at the word ‘friendship’ and Camilla just shakes her head, hiding a smile. Thank God she already knows the guys through Jack, or she might start to think Lardo has bad taste in friends.

“What more do you want from me, man?” Ransom asks, hands thrown up in desperation. “We’ve already started taking communal naps.”

Throughout this, Lardo and Camilla sit stock still on the couch, hoping if they don’t move, neither of the guys will notice Lardo’s unbuttoned shirt, Camilla’s hiked-up skirt. The haus was supposed to be empty, damnit.

“I’m just saying, if we wanna win the championship this year, we gotta up our d-man chemistry. Lardo and Cams are already hella tight. What’s your secret, Lards?”

Lardo looks at Camilla, asking a silent question. Camilla shrugs and nods.

“We’re dating,” Lardo answers simply. It feels good to say.

Holster’s face does a complicated series of expressions and Ransom looks like he’s trying not to react but failing pretty hard at it.

“Oh no. Oh man, are we totally cockblocking you right now?” Holster asks, moving towards his bag in small backwards steps.

“Box-blocking, dude,” Ransom corrects, tossing his own backpack over his shoulder. “We’ll be in the library for an hour… studying and stuff.”

“Make it two,” Lardo shouts to their hastily retreating backs.

Holster Has Made Out With Everyone 5) Junior Year: Bitty

Epikegsters, man. They’re fucked up. Like, wake up in the wrong bed wearing someone else’s underwear, possibly in the wrong time zone kind of fucked up. Every single (epic) time.

Holster has a good night at first — he and Ransom spend the evening wheeling volleyball girls (and accidentally, Chowder) with ghost stories and hockey trivia, and then there’s the whole epic Kent Parson appearance, and the tub juice is extra dire. Lardo is magnificent, ruling the party in every possible way. Even Jack is more in the party spirit than usual, hanging out all casual with Bitty - thank fuck those two are friends now, it was no fun when they were feuding or whatever.

But later on, the vibe shifts. March and April head home early with Farmer because they all have practice the next morning, Kent Parson stalks out of the Haus looking like someone threw up on his Mercedes (not out of the realms of possibility) and somehow Holster ends up sober enough that Shitty sticks him with frog duty.

By the time he wanders back back from escorting Nursey, Dex and Chowder back safely to their dorms, the party has dropped to a dull roar, and Ransom has left a jock strap on the door as the universal sign of getting some.

At least he tossed Holster’s pillow and blanket outside the door first, so it’s not a complete kick in the balls.

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You, Me, Every lifetime.

can u rec ur fav holsom fics? :) only if u want to!!!!!

he’ll ya i wanna,, fair warnin tho i didnt wanna omit any fics i liked so like?? my ULTRA FAV ones will all have the ice cream emoj after the title

ok so i’ve only been thru the 1st 15 of the 18 pages in the holsom relationship tag on ao3 so there is a giant possibility i’m missin a great fic here (n also if any1 has any recs???? hmu)

the only order these are in is the order i opened em up in my tabs in

these r all rated t or g, or they should b!!! if there’s 1 in there that’s not, pls lmk so i can edit the post n let ppl kno

also this is more hc than fic however. ultra fav

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If you're not too terribly busy, the world could always use more Holsom fluff :)

Holsom fluff, my favorite! I combined this with a secondary request from @zombizombi for some ref!Holster, which I could not resist, because Holster+bitching speaks to my soul. Also, team dentist!Ransom, because it amused me. (Warning: mention of teeth.)

Ransom landed in his seat barelyfive minutes before the game was supposed to start. Lardo, feet propped upagainst the glass, sketchbook against her knees, fingertips just peeking out ofthe sleeves of yet another sweatshirt stolen from Shitty, spared him a glanceand a “You’re late” before going back to sketching warm-ups.

“I know, I know. Kid broke off twoof her teeth on the playground, right up to the nerve, so I had to do somecomposites.”

She grimaced. “Ugh.”

“Why do you ask me these thingswhen you know I’m going to talk to you about teeth? I’m a dentist, for fuck’ssake. And we’re here to watch hockey.”

“I’m in it for the butts.”

He grinned as he took in the playerstretching on the ice in front of her and then her sketchbook. “Think Shitswill like that one?”

“I call it ‘Spread,’” she saidloftily.

He choked and was suddenly glad hehadn’t had time to stop by concessions on his way in. “So, uh, where is Shitstonight anyway?”

She waved a hand vaguely, barelymissing whacking him in the face with the end of the sleeve. “Up in the office.They needed some documents looked over.”

He recognized that tone. “How longhave you guys been here?”

“Hours.”

“Couldn’t get anyone to strip foryou?”

“Shut up.” Then she turned to himand smiled slowly.

Ransom was immediately alarmed. “Ohgod. What?”

“There is some news you’ll want.”

“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.

“New ref.”

Ransom’s eyebrows went up. “And I’minterested in this… because why? I mean, is he supposed to be good or biased orsomething else?”

“Tall. He’s supposed to be verytall. You’ll see.”

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