Hi, are you still doing the mini fic lets? If so can you do Jack/Ransom. Where Jack has the biggest crush on ransom but tries to keep it from him but fails miserably and then holster is jealous because he thinks Jack wants steal ransom to be his best friend but really Jack just wants to date Ransom.
He wasn’t quite sure when it started or how he came to notice this, butHolster eventually came to the crashing and horrifying realization that thecaptain of the hockey team was trying to steal his best friend.
Jack was one of his best bros and one of the best captains he’d ever had theprivilege of knowing. Holster had nothing against Jack. When it first startedhappening, Holster tried to dismiss it as Jack needing a friend, and honestly, noone could find a better friend than Ransom. But then, it started happening moreand more, and when Holster put it all together on a spreadsheet, the evidencewas undeniable.
Jack Zimmermann was a friend thief.
This had happened to Holster before. He should have recognized the signssooner. In fourth grade, Casey Carter was his best friend. They had sleepoversat each other’s house, did their science fair project together, and sharedtheir hockey card collection. Casey didn’t care the Holster was awkwardlytaller than all the other kids or that he wore braces and glasses. It was all greatuntil Scott Wendall moved to town and suddenly Casey didn’t have time forHolster anymore.
Holster hated Scott Wendall’s guts and still hated him to this very day.
This time though, he wasn’t going to let happen.
On Thursday, Holster came home in the early afternoon. He thought he was theonly one home until he heard Ransom laughing in the kitchen. Holster poked hishead in, and there was Jack and Ransom, sitting at the kitchen table with theirbooks open, both giggling at something.
“Hey,” Holster said.
They both jumped and stopped laughing immediately. That stung.
“Oh, hey, Holster. You’re home early. I thought you had class,” Ransom said.
“Macroeconomics got let out early.” He looked from Holster and Jack who wereboth exchanging a silent look that he couldn’t decipher. “What’s so funny?”
“Just a joke Ransom was telling,” Jack replied. He flashed a small smileacross the table. “He’s been helping me with my Biology homework.”
“What joke?”
“What?” Jack looked surprised by the question.
“What joke?” Holster ground out between gritted teeth. “I want to hear it.”
“It’s not–” Ransom jumped in. “You’d have to be in the class to understandit.”
No one said anything for several awkward moments. “Right,” Holster finallysaid. “I’ll be our room.”
No one said anything to stop him, and as he headed up the stairs, he couldhear Jack and Ransom laughing again.
—
A couple days later, Holster was laying on his bed when Ransom came in witha dopey smile on his face. “What’s up?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing,” Ransom said, looking guilty as hell.
“Where were you? I texted you half an hour ago and you never responded.”
“Oh, yeah, I was a little busy. Jack and I went for icecream after class.”
Holster sat up, more alert. “Jack doesn’t even like icecream,” he saidflatly.
“Well, maybe he changed his mind,” Ransom said dismissively. He slumped downin their beanbag chair and opened one of his textbooks, signalling that thisconversation was over.
The next day, Holster got up extra early, before Ransom was even awake yet.He went out and bought every kind of icecream he could find at the Stop ‘n Shop,even the blue licorice kind that no one seemed to want. He drove home, put themin the freezer, and when when Ransom eventually emerged from their room, heproudly showed his buddy what he brought home.
“Thanks, but I really don’t need this much icecream. And won’t Bitty be madyou’re taking up all the freezer space?” Ransom patted his back before headingto the dining hall with Jack, leavingHolster fuming.
—
A carnival was in town for a couple of days and all of Samwell was abuzzabout it. It seemed to be the only thing on everyone’s minds, especially sincethis was the first time the carnival was back in over six years.
The team made plans to go together, but of course, when they got there, theyall drifted to their groups. Shitty and Lardo went to go check out the rideswhile Bitty and the other frogs went to go get cotton candy and candied apples.That left Holster with Ransom and Jack.
They wandered the booths for a little while, talking and having a bit offun. The evening air was crisp and the smell of popcorn and caramel was makingHolster’s mouth water. They were laughing about a story involving one of Ransom’ssisters and how she shoved his face into a barrel of water during abob-for-apples game. Holster almost forgot about his rivalry with Jack untilRansom suddenly stopped mid-conversation. Pointing an overlarge, stuffed tiger thatwas hanging from the roof of one of the game booths, he said, “I had a tigeralmost like that one when I was a kid.” He shook his head. “Man, that bringsback memories. I loved it so much.”
Holster stepped forward. “I’ll win it for you, Bro.”
Ransom shook his head, but Jack was already handing over his money. Holstershoved a handful of bills towards the guy across the counter, but the guygruffly said, “You’ll have to take turns.”
Holster watched as Jack knocked over the cans one by one. Begrudgingly, he admiredJack’s skill and aim. Jack got a few tickets at the end of his turn, not enoughto trade in for the tiger, so he would have to play again.
Holster took a deep breath and threw his baseballs. He managed to knock downone less than Jack in the end, and despite the impressed whistle from the boothguy, Holster felt disappointed. He and Jack each took turns playing, bothdetermined to outplay each other, until Ransom pointed out that they couldcombine their tickets together rather than trying to win the prize on theirown.
At the end of the night, Holster was trying very hard not to glare at Jack.They walked back to the Haus together, all three of them. Ransom noticed hisuncharacteristic quietness and he gently nudged him with his shoulder. “Youalright?”
Taking a deep breath and pasting on a fake smile, Holster said, “I’m doingjust fine.”
—
They had been dancing around this for weeks, and Holster was getting sick ofit.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be friends with Jack or that Ransom couldn’thave other friends, it was just that sickening feeling of being left outwhenever those two were with each other. It was all too familiar, reminding himof his childhood years when no one wanted to be his friend, and he could feelit starting to gnaw at him.
He made up his mind to talk to Jack.
He skipped his afternoon study group and went straight back to the Hausafter his class. Taking the stairs two at a time, he knocked sharply on Jack’sdoor, and before he lost his nerve, he opened the door and burst in.
Jack was on his bed, his hair a wild mess, but it was the other person inthere with him that made Holster freeze.
“Rans?”
“Shit,” Ransom swore as he and Jack struggled to untangle themselves fromeach other. Their clothing was rumpled and half off. “I can explain.”
This wasn’t what Holster had expected. He’d thought Jack was out to stealhis best friend, but everything seemed to make sense now that Jack was tryingto fuck his buddy. Realization finally crept into his brain and he needed toget out of there.
“I have made a terrible mistake.” Holster started his strategic retreat, butjust before he closed Jack’s door, he added, “Congratulations!”
He heard Jack groaning from the other side.
—
Holster was on the back porch, watching the sun set. The back door behindhim opened and he could tell it was Ransom’s footsteps across the old wood.
“I brought you something,” Ransom said as he passed a bowl of ice cream toHolster. Mint chocolate chip, his favourite.
“I am reeeally sorry about earlier,” Holster said first as Ransom sat besidehim.
Ransom gave a short laugh and bumped Holster’s shoulder. “It’s not the firsttime it’s happened.”
“Yeah, but I think I owe Jack an apology too.”
“We wanted to tell you, but we didn’t really know how.”
Holster leveled Ransom an unimpressed look. “‘Holster, Jack and I have beenfucking and we would like you to leave now.’ See? How hard is that?”
He laughed again, but shook his head. “It’s complicated.”
“Not really,” Holster snorted. Then, he added, much softer, “You’re my bestfriend.”
“You’re my best friend too. No matter what.” Ransom smiled. “So, we’re good?”
“Yeah, we’re good,” Holster replied before digging into his ice cream.
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