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samwell-actually · 7 years ago

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Holsom Fic-Rec

Although I have my all-time favorite OMGCP fic bookmarked on my Ao3 page, I wanted to compile a master list of all of my favorite OMGCP Ao3 fic to have in one place on my tumblr. And since I’m that neurotic, I thought it might also be nice to break-up each ship as well:

Two Minutes for Holding | halfabreath One-Shot, 2k Ransom is a team physician and Holster is a referee. They first meet on the ice during a particularly physical Aces v. Falcs game.

not funny | applecrumbledore One-Shot, 9k This whole thing feels so weird, like they're betraying some clause of the homosocial bro code that says it's only for fun, you can't actually be gay, like they're letting someone down. But on the other hand, being with each other is the most natural thing they've ever done. Like a chemical reaction, or two halves of something whole, or one of those hand puzzles where the two pieces of metal are all twisted around each other, or the logical and satisfying conclusion of a really good book.

Score | emmagrant01 One-Shot, 12k Ransom and Holster like to score goals for each other, and they like to take care of each other. It was probably just a matter of time before those two things became entangled.

What I Wanted Was to Fall Asleep | halfabreath One-Shot, 5k The gods are real, which everyone knows, but when they’re not fighting among themselves they’re usually partying and humans have generally learned to accept their meddling without too much complaining. Ransom just never thought he’d actually know someone who’d been god-touched and he never, ever expected that it would be Holster. Alternatively: Holster becomes a tree.

Five Things Adam Birkholtz Learns in HDFS 332: Healthy Couple Relationships | EllyAvon Completed Multi-Chapter, 6k HDFS 332: Healthy Couple Relationships is just the night class Holster is taking with Lardo to fulfill one of his core requirements. He doesn't expect it to drastically change his life. OR: The Weirdest Healthy Relationships PSA Ever. OR: Wholesome Holsom

In a Different Frame | sunfair One-Shot, 4k Holster is determined to become somebody's boyfriend. Too bad he's kind of an idiot. He figures it out, though.

BFFWB | emmagrant01 One-Shot, 7k Ransom's schedule this semester leaves no time for a sex life. Holster has a solution for that. (Set fall 2014)

Seasonal Drinks | rhysiana Completed Multi-Chapter, 1k An AU in which Ransom and Holster never met in college. Thank goodness for the local coffee shop.

someone as good for me as you | astrolesbian One-Shot, 7k “So tell me,” Justin’s mother says, all business, “is your boy going to propose?” “What, Jack?” Justin says, and doesn’t really think much of it, because his mother eats up the details of Jack and Bitty and JackandBitty like Holster eats up rom-coms. His mother sighs, and he can practically hear her rolling her eyes. “No, baby, I meant Adam.”

what is the meaning of this? | kleinergruenerkaktus Multi-Part Series, 13k Ransom has a system, and it was working just fine before Holster came along.

There Were Fireflies | Schuyler One-Shot, 3k Holster has never been weird about shit like this before. They’ve been friends for, what? Almost a decade? And Holster has never said anything bad about guys who date other guys. Hell, they lived in a house with Jack and Bits. But Ransom goes on two dates with a guy and Holster goes ballistic.

blink back to let me know | nighimpossible One-Shot, 4k Justin is a medical student in Boston and Holster is working in New York.Things were a lot easier before they became real people.

Here’s a Man in Evenin’ Clothes | halfabreath One-Shot, 5k Ransom's estimating that they've got another 3.75 hours until the last people trickle out of the Haus. 3.75 hours, 225 minutes.Holster grins, flushed and disheveled and handsome as Justin has ever seen him, and suddenly he knows he's not going to be able to wait another 225 minutes before kissing him. Or: Epikegster toga porn

Keep It | petals42_tumbler (rosepetals42) Completed Multi-Chapter, 18k At the start of their senior year, Ransom is dating March and Holster is okay. Of course he is. Except when he's not.

cabin fever | theghostofjamespotter One-Shot, 5k “Dude. You didn’t score a single goal.” He’s beaming, chin resting on Ransom’s thigh. “And you came in like, under five minutes.” or, the forfeit fifa fic no one has asked for. just bros being bros and somehow accidentally hooking up.

How to Romance a Hockey Player | Tintinnabulation_of_the_Bells One-Shot, 7k After Holster comes out, Ransom needs a plan. A plan to make his best friend fall in love with him. What could possibly go wrong?

the lucky ones | screamlet Completed Multi-Chapter, 17k They made the decision to drive to Myrtle Beach when Holster found the fucking sweetest cottage near the beach.

guard/hit/hammer | halfabreath One-Shot, 2k Justin Oluransi is a gold medalist, and he has no idea what he's doing. (Ransom and Holster's first kiss happens on a tiny couch on the world's biggest stage.)

first love, late spring | lehtonen One-Shot, 12k “Right.” Ransom still looks serious, but there’s a sinister glint in his eye that Holster gloomily recognises as contemplation. “What’s in it for us?”Holster whips his head round to stare at him so fast his neck twinges in three different places. “Nothing is in it for us,” he hisses sotto voce, “or did you not hear the part where we’d be dating?”

Ransom and Holster’s Guide to Shennanigans | Tintinnabulation_of_the_Bells One-Shot, 8k Ransom and Holster have been together since June, but they keep it low key. Maybe even a little too low key. Shenanigans ensue because, hey, it's awfully hard for the team to set them up when they've already been dating for months.

Just bros being bros | blue_eyed, growlery One-Shot, 7k Rans and Holster have a busy semester, so they start planning their bro-time. But its not like they're dating, right?

all my time is yours as is mine | halfabreath One-Shot, 1k No one knows how long Holster's been alive. No one knows how much time Ransom has left. Everyone knows about things. Not everyone has one, but everyone that does has a different word for it. Gifts. Abilities. Talents. Purpose. Superpowers. Quirks. Most things are small, but sometimes, in very rare circumstances, they’re all encompassing and terrifying. There’s a reason Ransom and Holster call them curses.

Give a Little Bit (of Your Time to Me) | Tintinnabulation_of_the_Bells Completed Multi-Chapter, 21k In a world where Adam Birkholtz never went to Samwell, he loses a beer pong bet to Lardo and winds up refereeing a rec hockey game for one freshly broken-hearted Justin Oluransi. For once in his life, Justin is totally out of his league.

Adam Birkholtz's Foolproof Guide to the Perfect Birthday | akadiene One-Shot, 6k On March 28th, 2016, Justin Oluransi, co-captain of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team and love of Holster’s life, is turning 23. It's also the day Holster dies.

Always Halfway to Go | halfabreath Incomplete Multi-Chapter, 33k While at Samwell, Ransom gets a job at the Rec center teaching water aerobics. Generally his class is filled to the brim with old ladies and their husbands, so he’s shocked to arrive at class at the beginning of the semester and find Adam Birkholtz, ex-hockey player, who’s there to supplement his physical therapy with gentle cardio.Things only get more complicated from there.

Detachment Studies | Tiptoe39 Completed Multi-Chapter, 4k A soulmate doesn't always mean a lover. But it does mean an attachment that's hard when it breaks. Luckily, there's the field of detachment studies -- how to mitigate the cognitive damage done when one loses a soulmate. Ransom's going to become a specialist in the field and prove that there's life after detachment. And he's going to practice what he preaches -- by leaving his own soulmate behind.

Salt-Mates | orphan account One-Shot, 4k Losing is dog in the park, Adam Birkholtz is pretty sure he's about to experience his worst day. Until he finds his dog sat quietly with a gorgeous man on a bench, a Harry Potter book in his hand, giving a lecture to the animal about the tragedy that befell Remus Lupin. That's when things get a little bit...strange.

This is Why We’re Medical Proxies | SecretGeniusShittyKnight One-Shot, 4k Holster gets sick. Then he gets a hospital stay. Then he gets high. Then he gets a boyfriend.

pH balance | alcatraz One-Shot, 2k “I can’t believe you have a crush on a white boy who unironically wears cut-off sweatpants,” she says gleefully. “This is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.”

Have We Been Boyfriends This Whole Time? | rhysiana One-Shot, 1k Post-college socializing is harder to organize than Ransom expected. Fortunately, his best bro is there for him. In every way.

Future Perfect | Tintinnabulation_of_the_Bells Completed Multi-Chapter, 14k WANTED: COMMITTED MONOGAMOUS COUPLES Are you and your significant other in a committed, monogamous relationship? Have you been dating for at least six months? Are you living together? If you meet these criteria (and you are at least 18 years old), you may be eligible to participate in a COMPENSATED study (up to $300) on love and decision making. Please call 617-555-7864 or email [email protected]. The moment he sees the sign, Holster knows he's struck gold. The only problem is, he and Ransom aren't technically dating. But who are romance and technicalities to stand in the way of a business scheme that's bound to go according to plan?

Tailspinners | rhysiana One-Shot, 1k In which Holster runs a literacy non-profit, Ransom is a pediatrician new to town, and Bitty is the Youth Services librarian who brings them together.

don we now our fake romances | DizzyRedhead One-Shot, 4k Justin notices that Holster is looking a little run-down. But there's no problem that their awesome broness can't solve. Right?

wanna be your romeo | leetlebird Completed Multi-Chapter, 50k Holster's always said 'fuck the lax bros,' but when he meets Ransom, a new transfer student on the lacrosse team, Holster realizes he wants to be a gentleman and date a lax bro first. (Ransom doesn't think Holster's too bad, either.) As Ransom and Holster navigate their own secret relationship, their teams band together to get Nursey and Dex to stop fighting by any means necessary - even if that means setting them up on a date. (Romeo and Juliet AU + Much Ado about Nothing AU. Dramatic misunderstandings can only be solved with One Direction, secret make-out sessions, snickerdoodles, Jerry's dates, and - finally - some communication.)

Literary Inspirations | Tintinnabulation_of_the_Bells Multi-Part Series, 15k The possibilities of life are infinite, but time is not. Certain things, like college years, like hockey careers, like the time for your best friend to fall in love with you, have expiration dates. Justin's just afraid he's missed his chance.

the masculinisation and romanticisation of art criticism through the framework of sports-related injuries (or, gross and beautiful) | heyfightme One-Shot, 2k ransom is a gross pre-med hockey boy. holster indulges him. art is created.

The One with All the Kissing | halfabreath One-Shot, 2k In which Holster messes up, gets way more action than he anticipates, and really is Chandler.

The New Ref | rhysiana One-Shot, 1k Ransom is the on-call emergency dentist at the Falconers' games. Holster is the new ref. Lardo and Shitty are matchmaking busybodies.

The World Still Spins | lecrivaineanonyme One-Shot, 5k Justin had first learned about the theory of paradigm shifts back in junior year during his class on the history and philosophy of science. It was just another definition for one of the short answers in the midterm exam: a fundamental change in the basic concepts of and experimental practices within a given scientific discipline. It was a benign factoid to be stored away, something to be revisited in a later essay: compare and contrast the views of Thomas Kuhn and Karl Popper on the scientific process. He hadn’t understood just how jarring such a fundamental shift could be until he broke up with Adam. (Happy ending!)

Homecoming | Tintinnabulation_of_the_Bells One-Shot, 10k Each December, Justin brings Holster home for Christmas. Each time, it means something new.

Division One Defense Duo To Reunite Saturday | the ghostofjamespotter One-Shot, 1k Flyers Defenseman Justin Oluransi will play against Adam Birkholtz of the Pittsburgh Penguins, for the first time since the two were college D-partners.

Bittle Birkholtz Brousins | halfabreath Multi-Part Series, 19k When Eric Bittle is 8 years old his Aunt Judy marries a Northeasterner named Jacob Birkholtz and suddenly he’s not the weirdest cousin anymore, it’s this gangly 12 year old named Adam who Did Not Want to move to Georgia and now they’re stuck in the same town together.

Bull City Blues | rhysiana Incomplete Multi-Chapter, 11k In which Ransom chooses Duke for medical school, the boys move to Durham, and Holster has to figure out what to do with his life.

One Dance | palateens Complete Multi-Chapter, 7k If he remembers any part of them making out and promptly passing out on the couch the next morning, he doesn’t mention it. Justin would rather avoid making things weird with his best friend while he’s still searching for his soulmate. She’s out there somewhere, and she’s everything he’s ever dreamed of.

The Final Rose | Tintinnabulation_of_the_Bells Incomplete Multi-Chapter, 7k Justin Oluransi quits his job and goes on the reality dating TV show The Bachelor looking to find love. It should be simple, but what he finds is nothing he (or Bachelor host Adam Birkholtz) could ever have imagined of in their wildest dreams.

#holsom #holsom fanfic #omgcp fanfic #fanfic #omgcp #omg check please #check please

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parseisflat · 4 years ago

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april and holster become friends because their friends are dating. the first time they’re invited on a double date, they only do it as a favor. they’re sitting there the whole night feeling like shit because although all four of them are bros, ransom and march are holding hands right across the table.

march and april walk back from the double date together, neither of them really registering that no one is ending the night with their actual date. the walk home is illuminated by the streetlights and the stars, and when april shivers a little, march puts an arm around her shoulder and squeezes. “you’re so southern,” she teases. “it’s literally like, forty degrees.” april aches.

that same night, ransom crawls into holster’s bed out of fear of the ghosts (”not that they exist! ghosts aren’t real”). it’s 3 am, he’s exhausted and cranky, but he wraps an arm around ransom and holds him until he falls asleep. he wakes up with his best bro’s cheek resting on his chest, but his mind is filled with thoughts of ransom and march, ransom and march, ransom and march.

for some reason, likely masochism, the double dates continue. they walk in with their dates, and they leave with their bros.

at some point during this process, holster and april find themselves alone at a kegster.

“are we actually dating?” april says, because she’s drunk. she briefly wonders if she sounds rude, but holster just laughs in that loud booming way of his and leans against the wall.

“do you want to be?”

she bites her lip, eyes moving involuntarily to where march and ransom are making out across the room. something in holster’s face shifts, and he leans a little closer, seemingly more at ease. “you too?” he says, as quietly as quiet gets for holster.

and then she’s laughing, bordering on hysterical, because she’s had like three cups of tub juice and a few shots, and she’s at a college party with a cute boy where she could easily be hooking up and dancing and making bad decisions but instead she’s so close to crying over her best friend who may never love her back. “we’re losers,” she says, and he snorts drunkenly; it feels like a new beginning.

some days, she’ll come over to the haus to hang out with holster. they sit out on the reading room, sometimes sharing a joint, and the quietness of the roof opens up a space for them to let themselves be honest for a few hours. “is it weird that it feels worse when she tells me she loves me?” april will say, and let the silence fill the air.

holster thinks of best friend sundaes, and long weekends together in the library, and the way every time he hears someone talking about ransom it is in conjunction with himself. “not weird at all,” he says, then he reaches for the joint and their minds are buzzing with the words that don’t need to be said out loud.

eventually they stop going on double dates.

when they started... it had been fun. a little painful, but not so much that they couldn’t shove down their feelings for a couple hours and open the dam again at night when no one else was around. but after several weeks in a row of fake smiles... april’s done. she’s never been the self-sacrificing type, no matter how much she loves march, and she’s not about to start now.

march doesn’t seem to see it the same way. “april, look at me,” she’s saying. they’re standing in her dorm, several feet apart. april’s staring at the window, scared of what would be written on her face if she made eye contact.

“did i do something?” march is saying, and april still isn’t looking up. the sound of her heart pounding is roaring in her ears. dread is pooling slowly in her gut, enough to make her sweaty and nauseous.

“april,” march says, visibly frustrated. “talk to me.”

april slowly tears her gaze away from the window. “holster and i aren’t even dating, march.”

march throws her hands up in the air. “then why did you even bother coming at all?”

her words are cold, jagged in the corners, and april flinches a little. “i did it for you.” she hates the slight wobble in her voice. after months of hiding successfully, all of her composure is unraveling and any plausible deniability of her being in love with march is slipping away.

march laughs derisively, and april’s heart is stuttering, trying to leap out of her chest and run away to a safe place where she can’t cut herself open and leave her secrets bare.

“april! what does that even mean?”

something in april snaps, and she all but screams, “can’t you see? march, i’m in love with you.”

her eyes widen when she realizes what she just said. march freezes, slack-jawed. “what did you just say?” she whispers.

april closes her eyes. fuck. “forget it,” she says. “you’re with ransom, i didn’t - i know i -”

a calloused hand come to rest on her jaw, warm and tender. she slowly opens her eyes.

march’s forehead comes to rest on hers, and she lets their noses bump together. shakily, april lets her hand tangle in march’s hair. “april,” she’s smiling, laughing a little.

“march,” she responds, and then she is cut off as march kisses her back to life.

a few days later, all four of them can be found at annie’s again, walking hand-in-hand with the right people this time.

both the hockey and volleyball teams are incredibly confused when they learn the news, because they thought the double dates were just mlm wlw solidarity the entire time. ( @pecanplease )

#run on sentences call that a stylistic choice #march and april #holsom #fanfic #kind of???#annie writes #annie original #omgcp #check please renaissance #alcohol mention #weed mention

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softeningthesound · 3 years ago

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Soooo I guess I'm writing real fanfic for the first time in my life?? Sure I used to write headcanons and little oneshots about Wolfstar lmaooooo that's funny to think about (hello old followers if you're still here) but I've never written an actual long fic with like, actual plot and getting together

So it's a Holsom fic about them being friends with benefits and Holster's telling Jack about how it's absolutely destroying him inside because he wants it to be more but he can't say anything because it makes him panic

And I've got an actual storyline planned out and there's going to be flashbacks to the first time it happened and the subsequent times and not necessarily misunderstandings or miscommunication but just two guys who don't want to ruin what they already have so they shut their mouths

Like it's actually gonna be several thousand words (I'm at 1200 words already and that's just part of the setup) I'm really excited

#check please #omgcp #holsom #ransom #holster #justin oluransi #adam birkholtz #fanfic

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halfabreath · 6 years ago

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i really hope it’s okay that i just kind of went and. did a thing. bless the fuck up for making this it healed me. i’m trying to get back in the swing of things!!! Sorry if the formatting is messed up.

Something tugs on the edge of Holster’s consciousness, a thread unspooling as he flutters back to something resembling wakefulness. The creaking of the attic’s ancient floorboards did it, or the rustling of fabric, or the soft breeze of Ransom’s whispered “Holtzy?”

“Mmmhmm,” Holster rumbles, the sound curling over his shoulders like the blanket he’s cocooned in. “Want in?” He asks, even as he’s pulling up the blankets so Ransom can settle in next to him. The heat from Ransom’s body was answer enough, but Holster’s pretty sure that Bros don’t think that way about Bros (they’re supposed to chill five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay but the heat that curls in Holster’s stomachs when Ransom smiles or laughs or bumps his fist with that soft little smile on his face feels kinda gay). Instead of diving into that clusterfuck, though, Holster just asks, “Did you drink the water I left you?”

“Yeah,” Ransom mumbles, the word almost lost in the shuffle of blankets and sheets as he settles on his back. A cool burst of air slips over Holster’s lower back, but he waits until Ransom is settled before pulling the blankets back in place. “Can you - ?” Ransom asks, and Holster knows what his friend needs from the halting syllables and way Ransom’s hands are curled around the blankets (five feet apart, five feet apart, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not).

“‘Course,” Holster breathes, slipping one arm under Ransom’s neck while his other arcs over Ransom’s chest.

(they’re not gay)

Ransom manages to be silent for all of two minutes before he’s mumbling again. “If I fall asleep right now I’ll get five hours and forty two minutes of sleep. If I get five and a half hours of sleep Excel says I’m guaranteed to get a 92% or higher. I need a 95% to secure my A for the semester and if I get that then I can focus more on organic chemistry.” His voice is louder than the wind outside, the Haus settling around them, Holster’s breaths.

“I’m no scientist, but I don’t think you can fall asleep while you’re talking,” Holster muses, heavy eyelids already falling shut again. Ransom’s fingertips press against his forearm.

“You’ve done it. More than once.” Ransom shoots back, and he doesn’t laugh with Holster but he’s somehow sure Ransom is smiling, white teeth shining in the darkness.

“How do you know I’m not doing it right now?” Holster asks, and that, finally, makes Ransom laugh. It’s just a little, huffed thing, but his ribs shake against Holster’s stomach. “Mm, there he is. Wanna tap your breaths?” Holster asks, hand already slipping up Ransom’s chest. He taps his thumb against his friend’s chest - Ransom would know the names of the bones and muscles and nerves he’s pressing against but Holster just knows if his nose is presses against Ransom’s head and if his other hand can curl around Ransom’s ear that he’s in the right spot.

Holster taps one-two-three-four on the inhale and Ransom exhales on five; Holster taps six-seven-eight-nine on the exhale and Ransom inhales on ten. They go on, and on, numbers rising and falling in a rhythmic circle.

“Holster,” Ransom says suddenly, pieces of the broken circle flying across the room as Holster remembers where he is and when he is and who they are to each other (not gay).

He wants to fix that. He wants to push himself up and kiss Ransom so softly, to cup his cheek and make him feel everything that runs through Holster’s mind on a continuous loop but Holster just kisses his temple instead, and tries to make him laugh.

“If you try to thank me I’m going to smother you with a pillow.” Holster deadpans, voice low and rumbly, and Ransom laughs.

“I wasn’t,” Ransom says, and Holster makes a sound he knows his friend will interpret as are you fucking kidding me? “Really!” Ransom protests, hand curling around Holster’s wrist; a tether to someone Holster never, ever plans to be apart from.

(Five millimeters apart feels too far.)

@willdexpoindexter made me do this to repent my sins on the discord and tbh I’ve been cleansed inside and out

#noel writes #GIVE ME UNREQUITED HOLSOM OR GIVE ME DEATH #omgcp #omgcp fic #check please!#holsom fanfic #adam holster birkholtz #justin ransom oluransi #holsom af #holsom #holsom fic #ransom/holster

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rickastromega · 5 years ago

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Here's my most recent work!

Thank you @willdexpoindexter for commissioning me to write this. I had so much fun

Also, I wanna Thank my friend Clover for beta reading this.

Running over you

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23266660

#holsom #fanfic #fanfiction #writing commission #ransom and holster #adam birkholtz #justin oluransi #check please

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larkral · 6 months ago

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Fic writers self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have already done it). Spread the self love ❤

Thank you for the ask!! Not a secret: my most recent story is *nearly always* my current favorite. That means that ringing in at

#1 is Friday Prime

It's a Holsom fic, it's an OMGCP fic, it's a time loop, it's a time loop told from the perspective of the person who doesn't know he's in the time loop. I feel out of this world satisfied with how this story came together, including several screaming comments that I just sat at home giggling over because of something I'd set up for a long time that landed like I wanted it to.

#2 is Good at Something

Snowbaz, my beloved. Far and away the most popular of my fics ever, the first smut I'd written in 7 years, a story that I intended to just be smut and then it secretly developed plot. I love this story with all my heart and soul. It's about blowjobs. There are a lot of blowjobs in this fic.

#3 is A Dangerous Affinity

The fic concept that got me back into writing fanfic after the 7 year hiatus. Naomi Novik's Scholomance meets Carry On. Snowbaz in Hellschool. You won't find any sour cherry scones here, but you will find raw denim jeans, terrifying monsters, and a description of eggs that will ruin your appetite some time.

#4 is Feet Buried in the Sand

The description reads "Moments on a beach", the tags read "the beach, waves, surf, tides, an unsettling feeling" and I know the sparse description of the fic is the reason it's the least popular of my works, but I promise it's worth reading, especially, perhaps if you have feelings about Baz being stuck in a coffin.

#5 is a tie between Visible at Sea and An Arranged Meeting

I decided I get two here because most of y'all don't go to either of these fandoms, and yet!

Visible at sea is a silly Sunbrat romp in the In Other Lands fandom. My attempt at writing something short (hard for me!) and something with a believable Elliot voice (also hard for me!). I think it landed, and also the smut in this story is very hot if you ask me. Originally fake-titled Wet, Hot, Otherlands Summer

An Arranged Meeting is a Battlestar Galactica fic, Kara/Lee AU thing told in a nonlinear narrative. When I wrote it (eight years ago), it was an incredible divergence from the way I'd previously written, and I remain incredibly proud of it.

#good at something #a dangerous affinity #dangerverse #feet buried in the sand #in other lands #sunbrat #battlestar galactica #carry on #snowbaz #friday prime #holsom #starbuck/apollo #self fic rec #writing about writing #visible at sea

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parrishsrubberplant · 6 years ago

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December 3 - lighting the candles on the menorah

“How sure are you we aren’t going to burn the Haus 2.0 down?”

Holster presses the tip of the match firmly against the rough side of the matchbox. “Pretty sure.”

Ransom hooks his chin over Holster’s shoulder. “I’d prefer ‘very sure’ or ‘certain,’” he confesses. Holster smells like unscented deodorant and laundry detergent and library. Holster always has a certain scent when he gets back from the library--not quite B.O. and not quite books and not quite crowded T train. A mishmash of all of them.

Holster strikes the match. “I did this every year we were in college.”

“True.” Ransom doesn’t move or step back as Holster lights the shamash. “Do you need to sing?”

“You probably know it too, by now,” Holster says. He leans back a tiny bit, relaxing into Ransom’s hold. “Baruch Atah Adonai Eloheinu Melech Ha'olam, asher kidshanu b’mitzvotav v’tzivanu l’hadlik ner shel Hanukkah.”

“Amen,” Ransom says.

Holster picks up the shamash and uses it to light the first candle. It’s pink. He tips the flaming wick of the shamash until the flame transfers. “Baruch Atah Adonai Eloheinu Melech Ha'olam, she’asah nisim l’avoteinu, b’yamim haheim bazman hazeh,” he sings.

Ransom releases him. “Amen. Can I light the second one?”

“Of course.” Holster watches as Ransom lifts the shamash and lights the second candle--green--with grave concentration. He places the shamash back in the center.

They stand together for a moment, watching the candles burn. Ransom can feel Holster’s warmth all along his left side. “I’m glad I didn’t go to med school right away,” he confesses.

The corner of Holster’s mouth curves up. “I’m glad you didn’t either.”

#omgcp winter extravaganza #omgcp fanfic #check please fanfic #holsom #holster x ransom #jewish holster #adam birkholtz #justin oluransi #adam birkholtz x justin oluransi

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nanlicia · 7 years ago

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27 for holsom pleaseeee

27. “Son of a bitch.”

I am so sorry this took me forever to get to, but i love you and thank you so much for even sending me this prompt in the first place

Justin keys into his new apartment in Boston, dragging his suitcase into the tiny kitchen his entryway opens into. After a long flight from Toronto, he really can’t wait to plop down on his mattress where it still sits on the floor in his room. All he wants is sleep, and he’ll worry about unpacking and organizing all of his things later.

“I’m home,” he says into the small space, glancing around at all the changes that have happened since he was last here.

His parents had wanted him to come spend some time at home before he had to start work in July, so after graduation he had moved all his belongings into his room in the apartment and then run out to catch a flight home for a couple weeks.

Apparently in the time he’s been gone, Lardo and Holster have made quite a lot of progress settling in. The couch is pressed against the far wall below the window, small end tables on either end with lamps and little knick-knacks atop them, and the book cases have all been arranged nicely to the side, with a neat little rug in the center of the small room.

It feels very cozy, and as his eyes travel around he also spots the lovely painting on the wall leading towards the short hallway, and chuckles to himself as he remembers facetiming Holster while he argued with Lardo about whether she should hang her work in their place.

“That’s not my style,” she had said, spooning peanut butter out of the jar and directly into her mouth.

“Your own work isn’t your style?” Justin had asked, just as Holster had said “Well it’s my style and I like it and I want it!”

Lardo had shook her head and shrugged a shoulder and said “Whatever,” but Justin had seen the faint blush rising in her cheeks and smiled to himself as Holster whooped in triumph and began discussing where to put it.

He loves these two goofs, tbh.

“Hello?” he calls out now, seeing that there are lights on in every room down the hall and yet no one answered him.

“Son of a bitch!”

That was Holster, and actually, the light in Justin’s room is on, and he doesn’t understand why, but he’s pretty sure Holster’s shout came from there too.

“What are you doing?” Justin asks, making his way down there and hearing shuffling from inside. “Holster?”

“Wait, hang on, one sec!” Holster is shouting just as Justin turns to enter the doorway to his room and - oh.

His mattress had been left sitting of the floor in the corner before he left for Toronto, with all his things still in boxes and bags which were stacked haphazardly against the wall beside his closet. He had suitcases of clothes that had been shoved inside it, and the tall dresser he owned had been in the middle of the room.

But now.

His bed frame has been assembled, with the box spring and mattress atop it and his comforter and pillows are all neatly in place. His dresser is against the far wall, his posters are up and so are his picture frames, and he can see that his clothes are all hanging in the closet. His shoes are arranged at the bottom, his books have been stacked in the corner - he still needs to buy a bookcase for his room. There’s also some hooks hanging on his wall where he assumes he’s going to be able to hang his sweaters or a robe or something, and standing just to the left of them, with a hammer in one hand and another hook in the other, is Holster.

He’s smiling coyly and sweating slightly, and he’s shrugging a shoulder and spreading his arms out and says “Surprise?”

Justin drops the handle of his suitcase and hears it clank to the floor. Holster winces. “We got neighbors below us, bro, you gotta be careful.”

“What did you do?” Justin asks, stepping into the room and glancing around.

“Well, I mean - I knew this was gonna be annoying to get to, and I knew you weren’t looking forward to it, and I knew - I didn’t want you to come in and see mine and Lardo’s shit everywhere and feel like you still weren’t putting your own touch on the place, ya know? It’s your home too, and I wanted to make sure you could feel that. I just - I know how anxious the thought of unpacking all those boxes was making you so I just, I thought I’d try to alleviate all that.”

Justin is speechless. He’s staring at Holster’s face, watching the way it moves and expresses so many things with every little word he says, and his heart is just fuckin’ pounding against his chest.

“I hope it’s ok…” Holster says, trailing off and he’s starting to look nervous. “I considered that you know, it might be kinda, invading your privacy to go through your stuff, yeah, and shit- you’re mad aren’t you? This was so fucked up of me, oh my god, I’m so sorry, I should’ve let you do this, I should’ve let you decide where everything goes and just offered my own manual labor instead of putting my hands all over all your shit and I’m so sorry, I’m such-”

Justin takes two steps forward, grabs Holster’s face in his hands, pulls him down and kisses the fuck out of him.

He presses his lips hard against Holster’s, and presses his body hard against Holster’s, and slides his hands down and presses them hard into Holster’s too.

When they pull apart they’re both panting and smiling and holding hands and Holster breathes into the small space between them and says “So you’re not mad?” and Justin shakes his head and says “Not at all”.

Holster’s smile grows impossibly large and Justin is so thankful to him for being so damn considerate and making such a kind gesture, especially when he pushes Holster back and they’re able to fall onto the bed together without the thing falling apart.

Holster laughs, and Justin reaches up and slides a hand into Holster’s hair.

“This was incredibly kind of you,” he says, and watches Holster smile shyly.

“I’m glad you like it.”

Justin nods, pulling slightly on Holster’s hair. The other man inches himself closer so that their noses are touching and when they look at each other their eyes are crossing.

“So you… you like it enough to kiss me, eh?”

Justin hums under his breath. “That’s been a while coming, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Holster says, swinging a leg over Justin’s hip and wiggling closer. “Yeah, it has.”

Justin smiles and presses a brief light kiss to Holster’s lips. “I’m gonna keep doing it, if that’s ok with you,” he whispers.

Holster nods slightly, and closes the gap between them again to kiss him back and Justin is so glad to finally be home.

#check please #omgcp #omgcheckplease #holsom #justin oluransi #adam birkholtz #mine #fanfic #toriftw

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parseisflat · 4 years ago

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@parvuls made this post! and then @ivecarvedawoodenheart made one based on it so now i’m copying both of you <3

1) a fic that made you cry actual tears

Ice Crew Please! by @petals42 (t, 61.4k, zimbits)

this is probably one of those obvious fic recs because everyone has read this fic but... oh my god. it’s so incredibly touching and cathartic to read. this fic beautifully encapsulated everything i love about found family hhhhh

2) a comfort fic

The Decision to Act by @potrix-the-queerschlaeger (t, 2.1k, nurseydex)

i initially bookmarked this fic because it put me in a good mood! it starts off with drunk, tactile nurse and nursey patrol and it combines some of my favorite tropes (mostly hinging on their stupidity, of course). it’s a nice, short read and definitely something i would turn to to cheer up

3) free space

And Miles to Go (Before I Wake) by CoffeeStars (t, 6.5k, patater)

this one is a coraline au! it’s so insanely good, i vividly remember reading it and just being so entranced. it’s the best mix of heartbreaking, unsettling and even funny at times. it was also incredibly romantic.

4) a fic with a trope you don’t normally read but still loved

Inertia by @foryouandbits (t, 62.5k, zimbits)

not sure if this counts as a trope but this fic is an inter-dimensional travel au which is just, so creative? the worldbuilding in this one is so well done. i read so much fic it tends to blur together but i remember little details about this one, it’s so good

5) a fic that is angst but hurts so good

stones through stained glass windows by @omgpoindexter (t, 14.2k, nurseydex)

this fic is one of the best explorations of dex’s character growth/relationship with his sexuality that i have ever read. and the found family? this fic looked me in the eyes, x-rayed me and said hey, i know your pain because i’ve felt it too. this fic is a fucking lifestyle.

6) a fic that convinced you on a ship you didn’t ship before

The Dream of Having No Room by @omg-whiskey (e, 110.8k, whiskent)

there’s no way whiskey x kent would’ve ever crossed my mind had it not been for this author. this fic explores the intricacies of both of their characterizations with such detail and care.

7) a different meeting au

Real Gone by Moransroar (g, 11.3k, zimbits)

it’s a greasers au! something about the tone of this piece and the images it painted in my mind just really hit for me. the characterizations are really interesting, i was just really immersed in this one :)

8) a fic that made you laugh out loud

Say my name, say my name by @omgchyeahplease (t, 4.5k, zimbits)

a really hilarious fic focusing on the falconers and jack. it has some really great oc’s! the idea was that a very tired jack doesn’t register that “bittle”=“eric” and he’s like “who the fuck is eric” which elicits the obvious conclusion that they broke up and jack is now pretending his ex doesn’t exist :’( hilarious miscommunication, please go read it

9) a wip you read as it was updated

Baking with the Stars by sweetsoutherncuisine (g, 7.6k as of now, zimbits)

i rarely ever read wips, which should tell you something. i found it on its first or second chapter, it’s currently at 7/8. it’s a baking competition show au! and it’s so well done! the dynamic between jack and bits was so fun, but i really am enjoying the storyline, plus there were a few moments where i was so proud of the characters :)

10) a fic with a ship that isn’t your main ship

(the use of) nostalgia (for what didn’t happen) by @someobscurereference (t, 3.3k, jenny/mandy and holsom)

this fic is incredible. there was so many little funny moments (and sad ones as well), and i just fell in love with all of the characters. i will definitely be rereading this one. it’s an au where jenny and mandy are alive and ransom is the ghost. i’m not good at this just go read it trust me

#omgcp fic recs bingo #this card was so cute #omgcp #fanfic #fic rec #annie recs shit #annie original #zimbits #patater #jenny x mandy #holsom #nurseydex #whiskent

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whatwouldfrogsdo · 7 years ago

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🎉

For Day 6 of @omgcpwinterextravaganza prompt: “It’s the season of eyes meeting over the noise / and holding fast with sharp realization”

“It’s a really great party! Thanks so much for the invite. I wasn’t sure-”

Ransom shook his head. Maybe it was too loud in the Boston apartment he was sharing with Holster, Shitty and Lardo, but he could have sworn March was about to say she hadn’t expected an invite to their Winter Holiday Epikegster. “March. Come on. Seriously? No hard feelings, right? I actually mean it when I tell people I want to stay friends with them.”

“I know, but-”

“Don’t make this weird. But if you did want, you know, for old times sake...”

March shoved him in the arm and laughed as she turned to offer Holster a hug. Then, her and April disappeared into the crowd, hands entwined, leaving Farmer squinting at them, a torn expression on her face.

“Chowder was in the kitchen, last time I saw him,” Holster offered, before she tried to make small talk with them just to be polite.

“Oh! Thanks! I can’t believe you managed to get so many people to come even now you’re not at Samwell.”

Ransom grinned. It had been a concern that less people would want to worry about the travel back from Boston after a party, or even that his Samwell contacts might not be as strong now that he was no longer a student, but the apartment was bursting at the seams. The cheer at the beer pong table when Lardo got another win competed with the sound system blasting house music. Ex-SMH and current SMH caught up in loud voices which carried through the room, and other Samwell athletes danced and drank.

“Hey.” Ransom rested his hand on Holster’s chest as he leaned in close enough to be heard without raising his voice. “There’s a girl checking out your menorah.”

“Is that a euphemism?”

Without bothering to reply, Ransom pushed Holster in the direction of the den’s window, where a junior (he was fairly sure - at least, she had been chatting to Nursey earlier as if they knew each other) was running a finger along the base of the menorah that Holster had found at a flea market the week before. Even from across the dim room, Ransom could see the startle on her face when Holster started talking to her, followed soon by a coy smile.

Ransom worked the room slowly until he came across somebody he’d yet to socialize with. “Peters, right? Soccer team?”

“Yeah. Captain this year, for my senior year. I’m Mike.”

“Congrats!”

“Thanks. God, this is embarrassing, to be honest.”

Ransom took a sip of his beer. “How so?”

Mike chuckled dryly, but wore a slightly pained expression. “I had the biggest crush on you last year. And, fuck, if I’d known you were gay...”

Ransom squinted into his beer, then around the room. He wondered which hockey team member had retold the story of his coming out without mentioning that he was bi, not gay. He narrowed his eyes at the back of Tango’s head. “I’m bi, actually.”

“Oh. Well, either way. And Birkholtz-”

Well, obviously they had come out together, so bringing up Holster made sense. “Also bi. Do you want to-”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

Ransom’s eyebrows flew up. He suddenly found himself staring at two girls dancing backward into the spot Mike had just been standing.

“What just happened?” he asked, but nobody paid him any attention.

Normally, Ransom found it easy to make conversation, but Mike had left him confused and in want of his actual friends - not just Facebook friends. Tango, Whiskey and Ford were in the middle of the dance floor, but the three of them were entangled with each other in such a way that Ransom didn’t want to interrupt. Shitty had Lardo on his shoulders, heralding her as beer pong champion five years in a row, despite the line of potential opponents. Ransom spent every day with Shitty and Lardo. The only one of his flatmates he was that fussed about making sure he spent some time with during the party was Holster.

Bitty leaned against the wall, his nose buried in his phone, no doubt texting Jack. It was a shame they hadn’t been able to find a suitable night when everyone was still at Samwell and the Falcs weren’t on a roadie, but Bitty looked happy enough on his own at the edge of the room, that Ransom went in search of the Frogs.

He passed Ollie and Wicky, curled on the couch together, their hands clasped for once, rather than bumping fists, and found Chowder and Farmer blocking the doorway to the kitchen.

“Bros,” Ransom said, then cleared his throat, but they didn’t seem to hear him. Their bodies turned slightly, and Ransom saw more of their tongues than he ever wanted to, so he grabbed Chowder’s elbow and pulled him out of the door.

“Fuck off,” Chowder grumbled, but he was kissing Farmer again before he had even worked out who had moved them, and certainly before Ransom had a chance to reply.

A look into the kitchen was enough to tell Ransom that Chowder and Farmer had probably taken up their place in the doorway to keep other people out. Unfortunately for Dex and Nursey, those two only needed a few beers in them to get distracted from any task. Ransom watched as Dex held a glass of water to Nursey’s lips. The water sloshed over the floor.

“You’re doing this on purpose now,” Dex said.

Nursey giggled. “I was trying to get your jeans.”

“Asshole. Let’s get some food in you.”

Nursey let out a loud grunt and face planted Dex’s shoulder. “Everything’s dairy. Why is there so much dairy?”

Dex twisted his head and gave Nursey a nudge with his nose so that he could kiss his temple. “Holster likes cheese. The latkes don’t have any dairy in. Or the chips. Come on, gorgeous.”

Ransom turned away. He was hit, suddenly, by how all his friends were matched up. Even Johnson and his fiancee had made an appearance earlier, to show off the ring and make cryptic comments about who might be next to get engaged. Ransom’s money was on Bitty and Jack, while Holster suspected Ollie and Wicky. Now, all of them were talking to their significant others, or in some cases less of the talking, but still with them, and Ransom had pushed the only other person he might want to hang out with towards a girl. He regretted that now, even if he felt selfish for not wanting Holster to wheel someone.

More because he was thinking of Holster, than because he actually wanted to interrupt him, Ransom’s eyes picked him out of the crowd. Holster looked up and their eyes crossed.

Oh.

Ransom felt so blind, and he wasn’t sure what had caused the realization just then, except that they were separated by a body of people, and getting to Holster felt more urgent by the second. Holster’s eyes widened, and started moving across the room.

“I’m sorry,” Ransom just about heard over the music. Holster was shouting over his shoulder, though his eyes never left Ransom’s. “I’m sorry, but I just realized I’m in love with my best friend.”

Laughter carried Ransom through the last yard to bring him crashing into Holster’s chest.

“I-” Holster started and stopped. His hands gripped Ransom’s biceps.

“You’re so fucking dramatic,” Ransom told him. “But I love you, too.”

He leaned up and interlocked his fingers at the nape of Holster’s neck. Holster’s thumb brushed Ransom’s cheek and he pressed their foreheads together.

“Fuck, Rans. It’s always you.”

It wasn’t the first time Ransom had kissed Holster, but it was the first time they had both been mostly sober, and free from any lustful sex haze. Their lips tingled, and every breath held a laugh, but neither of them had to think about which way to tilt their head, or how much pressure to apply. All that had been learnt in the past. It didn’t last long, either, because Shitty was hooting at them, and Nursey slapped Ransom’s back a little too hard. There was no hurry to keep kissing, however, when they had all the time in the world to do that later. As Dex taunted them that they should be glad they don’t apply to fines any more, Ransom grinned into Holster’s neck and they held each other like letting go would make the moment disappear.

As if there was any chance of that happening.

#omgcpwinterextravaganza #omgcp fanfic #holsom #justin oluransi #adam birkholtz #ft.#charmer #nurseydex #ollicky #zimbits #taddies #check please!#stephwrites #this was goingt o be more seasonal #but oh well #again unbeta'd and unedited it's honestly a miracle i can write after the day i had at work

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