#dexwhiskey

I’m gonna fill in more details later, but I wanted to post this so then I would ACTUALLY write something with this.

All of this was originally inspired by the cryptid Dex AU, where he’s a Shape of Water-esque creature.

Now, I wrote these ideas in my journal before the 4.9 update, so this AU is... Whiskeydex. Yeah. I’ve actually shipped them for the longest time and have been Suffering, because I’ve read everything I’m willing to read for Whiskeydex at least ten times over.

Anyway, this will be Whiskeydex, Dex is a Creature, Whiskey is a Creature too. Whiskey’s a Griffon. Chowder’s a shark/orca/merman kinda Creature, Tango’s a Longhana (Italian Folklore Creature), and Caitlin is a Geode Giant.

When I thought this AU up I drew some of the anatomy changes, such as Dex having some scales that pass as freckles, Whiskey being so well kept and clean because if he doesn’t preen for too long he starts growing these teeny feathers on his back, Chowder needing braces as both a cover for his teeth and because he just has messed up teeth, Caitlin having these big gemlike eyes and stuff with Tango’s eyes too.

I even had a bit of plot worked out, too.

I’ll add to this later when I get photos, since I’m at my grandparents house and the journal I put all the ideas in is on my shelf at home. Soooooo...

“It’s alright, C, I’ll just stop by his dorm,” Nursey says, maneuvering himself around his door without dropping his phone or backpack. His roommate, who is still half asleep even though he has a class in fifteen minutes, grumbles at the noise, and Nursey rolls his eyes. He smoothly slides the dorm door shut behind him and tests the lock instinctively even though he knows that the dorm doors lock automatically.

“I don’t know, Nursey,” Chowder says back through the phone. “He might’ve picked up last night. You shouldn’t just go barging in.”

“Chill. Even if he did pick up,” Nursey says, making sure to infuse a healthy amount of skepticism into his voice, “he’ll probably want to know that Bitty made French toast. This only happens so often.”

“Just knock, okay?” 

After reassuring Chowder that Nursey will be kind, he hangs up the phone and crosses the hallway to Dex’s dorm. Dex lives diagonally across from Nursey, a fact which has been enjoyable for Nursey, who delights in waking Dex up at early hours of the morning for running around campus or walking to class together.

Despite what he said to Chowder, Nursey pulls out his keys to unlock Dex’s door himself. It’s always funnier when Nursey can see the annoyed expression on Dex’s face in its entirety. He fiddles with the keys for a moment before pushing open the door, calling out a bright, “Wake up sleepy head!”

Dex, who was lying towards the front of his bed, facing the door, groans and rubs at his face. “Fuck off, what time is it even-”

But he’s cut off by Whiskey, who sits up completely, shirtless (and possibly more-less), and asks, “What the fuck, man.”

Nursey drops his phone, his keys, and trips over Dex’s rug.

But see Dex also knows that Whiskey does it for his attention, so he lets Whiskey have as much of it as he wants because Dex knows that he needs it. I hc Whiskey as the only biological child of foster parents so he had tons of brothers and sisters growing up, but he never got all of his parents’ attention, so he’s a bit of an attention hog. Dex loves the way Whiskey’s eyes light up and the bounce in his step when he knows that Dex’s eyes are completely on him.

Damn!!! Dex is an honest to god goober I can’t with him. But he def makes up for it later that night!! I’m sure Whiskey had to borrow a longer shirt afterwards cause of all the marks Dex left. Whiskey’s roommate sees them at one point and he asks if it was from hockey and Whiskey says ‘”in a way” *stupid attractive sly smirk*

But I can just imagine Dex trying to his hands on Whiskey’s hips at every opportunity, just coming up behind him in the Haus and settling his hands there, thumbing sweetly at the divots leading down, resting his head against them when he lies down, tired after a long night. and whiskey is totally into it, leaning back into the touches, admiring the bruises Dex leaves, petting Dex’s hair as he falls asleep at Whiskey’s side. Whiskey has NO problem with the hip thing EXCEPT that tango is taking a photography course this semester and HE WON”T stop taking pictures.

“for a second” lbr whiskey is as Chill as Nursey is. meaning: not at all.

the first time dex took his shirt off in the locker room and whiskey looked over he had to sit down, nearly tripped over his skates. and tango was like “connor? connor are you okay? what’s happening? why are you blushing? why are you staring at dex’s naked torso?” “-tony fffs-”

also the first semester back whiskey’s softie year he sees dex all tan from the lobster boating with EVEN MORE freckles and he just. he can’t. he pulls dex back to the Haus and ravages. Nursey is hella annoyed that he doesn’t get to stay in his own room but also he’s like damn get it dude. v proud of them both.

It’s here! Here is the whiskey/dex fic I have been complaining about for weeks. Check tags and ANs for the warnings. I hope y’all enjoy!

Dex wasn't expecting too much out of his softie year at Samwell. All he'd really wanted was to get good grades, maybe adopt a tadpole or two, and not allow his feelings for Nursey to become too unmanageable. Dex hadn't thought it was that much to ask for.

Of course, despite his intentions, Dex somehow ended up mentoring his tadpole in the ways of sex (he is not a sex yoda so stop calling him that, Whiskey), stripping himself bare for his teammates in more ways than one, and platonically dating his best friend/unrequited love of his life.

Why could things never just be normal?

Whiskey is a morning person and likes to do last minute assignments and reading when he wakes up. Dex is most definitely not a morning person and prefers to stay up late instead. They both complain when the other person tries to work/read in bed while they’re trying to sleep.

Whiskey’s quiet until you get to know him (or he’s properly drunk), and then he can go on and on for hours about a topic. Whenever people mention how quiet Whiskey is around Dex, Dex always says, “Are you kidding? He literally never stops talking. Ask him about his favourite NHL player.” One time, Whiskey overhears Dex saying this and he becomes really self-conscious and thinks he’s been annoying Dex so he goes really quiet for a while until Dex figures out what’s wrong. Dex is pretty much in the doghouse for a month before he can convince Whiskey that he really does love how chatty Whiskey can get.

Dex calls Whiskey “Con” sometimes, which is only something Whiskey’s mom and sisters only call him. Whiskey calls only Dex “Will” when they’re alone and he’s feeling warm and fuzzy.

Years later, when they send invites to the SMH team to their wedding, many people (coughHolsterandRansomcough) open the envelope and say, “Who the fuck are William and Connor and why do I have a wedding invite from them?” before they realize that it’s Dex and Whiskey.

Tango was Whiskey’s best man and Jack was Dex’s best man.

Dex enjoys gardening and when they buy their first house together, he’s the one who does all the yard work. Whiskey sips lemonade and leers at his boyfriend from the comfort of the porch. “Take off your shirt!” he’ll occasionally yell. Dex does take off his shirt but it’s all too much for Whiskey to handle because he has to go inside to cool himself off.

Whiskey loves home improvement shows and likes to have the home improvement channel on in the background when he’s doing stuff. Dex can’t stand those shows because a) those designs are ridiculous, and b) why do these people have so much money?

They adopt a beagle even though Whiskey didn’t want a dog, but he relents because the elderly couple the beagle used to live with is moving into a care home and can’t take the dog with them. Whiskey falls in love with the dog, despite initial reservations, and after some mild resistance about the dog sleeping in the bedroom, the beagle sleeps at the foot of their bed.