#jackrans

MY BINGO

Rairpair Fic

Two Weeks by justlikeswitchblades

Rated: T

Pairing: Bitty/Ransom

one of the first fics that made me fall in love with bittyrans and it’s super cozy and sweet 🥰

Introduced You To A New Author

NHL!Bitty AU by @a-very-gay-disaster

Rated: N/A to E

Pairing: Bitty/Jack

nhl bitty is one of my favorite au’s of all time and sidney has become one of my favorite writers since I read this series

Character Study

How’s The Weather Up There by @goldasschains

Rated: T

Pairing: Bitty/Jack

a very fun au where bitty is tall and the thought of him being taller than jack is really cute and silly

Inspired You To Write

Reel Against Your Body’s Borders by halfabreath

Rated: G

Pairing: Bitty/Ransom

a favorite bittyrans fic of mine that inspired me to want to write bittyrans but also the pairing in general got me to discover ranzimbits especially because of bitty’s tweets and how much chemistry there is between the three of them

Best Worldbuilding

The State Of Being Alive by thitherstarling

Rated: T

Pairing: Ransom/Holster

idk if it counts as worldbuilding but the main plot involves ransom being drawn to holster playing a piano they found at a park and he comes to a realization that he is falling for his best friend

MORE FIC RECS

Genfic (No Ships)

A Little Loving In Between by @unacaritafeliz

Rated: G

Pairing: None

my favorite nursey-centric fic that takes place during his birthday throughout the years from childhood to post samwell

It’s Canon To You

Glow by @ivecarvedawoodenheart

Rated: T

Pairing: Ransom/Holster

honestly every holsom fic by this writer is canon to me 🥺

Underrated Fic

Amaranth by mnemosymnal

Rated: T

Pairing: Lardo/Camilla

idk if it’s underrated but every sapphic check please fic I’ve liked are underrated to me. but anyway this is the most beautifully written lardo/camilla fics I’ve ever read!

Main Character Is The Side Character

Ease Your Tension by @ivecarvedawoodenheart

Rated: T

Pairing: Ransom/Jack

so as you may know I am a big fan of any pairing within ranzimbits, and this jackrans fic is one of my favorites.

Short Fic (Under 1k)

Samwell Bridge, 11:11pm by @cricketnationrise

Rated: T

Pairing: Lardo/Camilla

I submitted this lardo/camilla prompt to cricket and I love it very much! 💕

Bookmarked Recently

Not What It Looks Like by halfdesertedstreets

Rated: T

Pairing: Bitty/Jack/Kent

in general I love everything this person writes but this fic may have given me a big soft spot for pb&j

You Weren’t Sure You’d Enjoy It But Really Did

I Watched It Begin Again by jacksbits

Rated: E

Pairing: Bitty/Jack/Kent

another pb&j fic that may or may not have made me like them. I also may have gotten emotional when rereading this fic.

Free

Snow Day by @a-very-gay-disaster

Rated: G

Pairing: Bitty/Ransom/Jack

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

Ransom rolled over, noticing the tension in Jack’s shoulders even as he pretended to sleep.

Jack sighed and turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. “Do you think he hates me?”

For a long minute, Ransom thought Jack was referring to the Penns player whose nose Jack had broken in his last game. Then he realized Jack’s obvious meaning. “You know Bitty isn’t capable of hating anyone.”

“I broke up with him because of the stress it was causing us both and now I’m dating you, not a year later.” The anxiety made Jack’s voice shaky, soft. Ransom draped an arm over his boyfriend’s waist, pulling him close. “Tell me that’s not a dick move.”

“On paper, it sounds a little like a dick move,” Ransom conceded. “But, babe, your reasons were legit. And, like, I possibly saw Bits making out with Holster at the last kegster, so it’s not like he’s pining or anything.”

When this didn’t make Jack laugh, Ransom sighed softly and shoved at Jack’s side until he flipped onto his stomach. Before Jack could protest, Ransom straddled his back, using that fine ass as a seat as he dug his fingers into the knots in Jack’s shoulders.

“Babe, you’re not a dick,” he said, smirking as Jack melted into his touch. “Break-ups are messy and awkward, but Bits still loves you--and me--and, like, things are different now than they were then. I live closer. You’re not a rookie anymore. I’m not afraid to come out to my family. You’re not afraid to come out to your team. And, like, who better to understand your anxious ass than my anxious ass?”

Jack snorted, and Ransom took that as a win, letting Jack turn over so that Ransom was now straddling his waist. “I don’t understand how you’re so good at this when you’re so bad at this.”

“What can I say?” Ransom leaned down to kiss Jack, bumping their noses together intentionally to make Jack laugh again. “I’m fluent in English, French, and Zimmermann.”

“My trilingual hero,” Jack deadpanned, manhandling Ransom into being the little spoon. Ransom leaned back against his chest, feeling warmth spread through his body as Jack twined them together. “Thank you,” he murmured, nuzzling his face against Ransom’s neck.

For @ransomweek 

Prompt: The door clicked shut  (omfg I got so behind)

Also on AO3

It was a Tuesday in January. Ransom remember this because it was the only day of the week that semester when he had time to take an afternoon. He heard a soft rasping at the door.

“Come in,” he shouted, confused by who didn’t have class at this time.

Jack comes in, and there’s something about his frown that’s unsettling. It doesn’t have the normal tired, disgruntled ire to it. His back hunches like a man who’s fought for too long. His chin is lifted with a defiance against his eyes. Justin feels his stomach drop. There’s no chance in hell that this is a pleasant visit.

He sits down next to Ransom on Holster’s bed. Jack leans over, clasping his hands together like a silent prayer.

“What’s up,” Justin murmurs, reaching to smooth the tension from his back.

Jack stops his hand, taking it into his lap instead. He stares at his bright yellow tennis shoes. Justin remembers the day he bought them. Some of the upperclassmen had been giving him a hard time ever since he became captain. Shitty dragged the five of them onto the commuter train and headed to Boston. The wind was biting, but had nothing on a bad winter day in Toronto. They walked as a unit; sometimes holding hands and shouting at the top of their lungs, sometimes content to be in each other’s presence. They ended up in a Puma store on Newbury Street.

Ransom smiles to himself thinking of that day. Jack had been so hesitant to buy those shoes. It was so hard to convince him to take care of himself sometimes. He feels Jack’s lips ghost his hand. He kisses Justin’s hand with a reverence. But that’s how Jack was. He didn’t love with words. He loves with his eyes and his actions—with the way he always brings snacks when Ransom’s about to go into study mode and the way he checks anyone who messes with them mercilessly.

“We have to stop,” Jack says finally.

Dread fills every inch of Justin’s body. “Stop what?” he asks neutrally.

“This…thing we do,” he shrugs.

“Ok,” Ransom inhales slowly. He amends, “no, it’s not ok. I—I need you to talk to me.”

Jack refuses to look up, “I don’t know what to say.”

“When you say we,” Ransom licks his lips. “Who do you mean?”

“Everyone,” he whispers like a curse.

“You mean the five of us?” Ransom clarifies.

“Yes.”

“What do we do that makes you uncomfortable?”

“Nothing,” the words are soft, remorseful.

“Ok.” That’s something, Justin tells himself. There’s a way to salvage this. “What do you want us to stop doing?”

“We can’t fuck anymore,” Jack asserts quietly.

“Ok,” Ransom concedes. It seemed to be the most obvious point of contention. It still hurt.

“And we can’t kiss.” Because apparently, that’s just as bad.

“Alright,” he nods. Not because he agrees, but because he’s listening. He’s really listening to what Jack has to say. His message seems to be loud and clear, no more intimacy.

“And you can’t act like this isn’t my fault,” Jack adds.

Ransom sighs, scrubbing his face with his free hand. It’s hard to keep a grip, but he has to. “Do you want me to be angry with you?”

“Adam was,” he shrugs.

He expected a fight, Justin realizes. “Did he react badly?”

Jack shakes his head, “he was busy lifting weights.”

“You told him first,” Ransom concludes.

Jack nods.

“Were you hopping he’d fight back?”

He’s silent for a moment. Ransom notices the way his fingers twitch. He squeezes Jack’s hand at the pulse of a heartbeat.

“Can you breathe with me?”

Jack nods, listening as Ransom talks him through inhaling, holding his breath, and exhaling. It takes a while for him to calm down, but it’s ok. Justin would be kidding himself if he ignored the countless times Jack had helped him through panic attacks.

“I don’t know if what I’m doing is wrong,” Jack confesses. “I don’t want us to resent each other when this blows up.”

Ransom traces over each word in his mind. He feels himself sift through every memory he’s had of Jack, of this thing they do, wondering where he got this idea from. “You think we’re gonna hurt each other if we stay together.”

Jack looks at him for the first time since he entered the room. His eyes are as vast as space, stretching out forever. Ransom thinks he’s never seen them so young, so blue. Jack’s scarred. He doesn’t know what he’s doing; he just said so.

“Would it be so bad if kept going until that happened?” Justin needs to know if there’s anything worth saving. He can hold out forever if that’s what Jack needs. But he can’t guess and hope things will be ok.

“Yes.” Jack’s voice is harsh and cold.

Justin stares at him for the longest time. Those eyes he’s seen a million times before stare back at him like a stranger. It’s like everything they’d built together had come undone in Jack’s mind. Therefore, there was nothing left to save.

“Ok,” Ransom concedes. Not because he wants to, but because Jack’s already broken Adam’s heart. And he can feel the same tightening in his chest as they speak.

Jack nods. Ransom’s hand slips from his grasp as he rises off the bed. It takes centuries for him to cross the room. In that time, every if and almost crosses Justin’s mind: every trip they said they’d take, every movie they hadn’t gotten to watching, every bet they hadn’t settled, every kiss he would never receive. Jack closes the door behind him softly.