#whiskeydex

For what it was worth, Will hadn’t meant for it to happen.

It might have been over stating things to say he hadn’t meant for anything to happen, exactly. He had chosen Samwell deliberately. Out of his high school friend group he had been the only to go out of state for college, and there had been a very specific reason he had kept close to his chest. The hockey team captained by legend Jack Zimmermann had been a big pull, but there had been a bigger one.

One in four, maybe more was a heavy tagline that had echoed in his head for weeks as he had tried to pick a school. It had kept him up at night, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom and wondering what it could mean for him. Wondering if it had to mean anything at all.

In the end, the possibility hadn’t let him make another choice.

That still didn’t mean he had planned on this.

“Where are you going looking all fancy?” Nursey asked, his head propped up by one hand as he lounged on his bed. There were three textbooks open in front of him and Will knew for a fact he hadn’t looked at a single one in over half an hour.

“I don’t look fancy,” Will said instead of answering the question.

“Well, you’re Poindexter fancy,” Nursey amended. “You keep the yellow flannel for special occasions. You can lie, but we both know it’s true.”

Will had snorted, keeping his back firmly to Nursey as he laced up his boots. “Whatever you say.” He continued to keep his back to Nursey as he grabbed a baseball cap from his collection and pulled it down over his hair, and did his best to ignore the wolf whistle.

“Oh shit, bringing the big guns to this party!”

“Shut up.” Will liked to think of himself as a tough guy. He prefered the vision of himself he tried to project to be unshakeable and uninterested in the chaos of his friends and teammates. He wanted to be the kind of guy who fixed the Haus and kept his cards close to his chest and was known for eye rolls and common sense.

The brilliant and horrible shade of red he turned any time anything remotely in the direction of embarrassing happened was a serious wrench in those plans. So were the five regularly scheduled meltdowns he had a week.

Will kept his shoulders high as he slipped his wallet into his pocket and tried to make it out the door with as much dignity as he could muster.

“I want deets tomorrow, Poindexter!” Nursey had called after him. “Use protection!”

Nursey would needle and nag tomorrow, that was a given, but he liked bothering Will more than he cared about getting actual answers. The subject would get dropped just like every other time he tried to ascertain information on Will’s dating life. His privacy, if not his dignity, would be respected in the end, and Will wouldn’t talk about tonight with anyone.

The next chapter of The Arrangement is now up! I managed to get it up between pre-orientation workshops (I am being scheduled so hard that there’s no time to remember homesickness or how much I miss my cats) but I really wanted to share this with y’all! 

Things are both heating up and cooling down, and that will make sense once you read it. So without further ado, here y’all go! (Check AN for warnings)

“Okay, Mr. Jack.” Jack opened his mouth but Tango kept talking. “Do you think if you had known you liked Bitty when you were still at Samwell, you would have done something about it?”

Jack frowned. “I don’t know.” Holster and Ransom made “ooh” sounds reminiscent of high schoolers reacting to good gossip. Jack said, “No, I don’t mean that I would not want to, I just do not think I would have wanted to mess with team dynamics like that.”

“Makes sense,” Dex said, nodding. He took a sip of his beer.

“You really think so?” Dex looked to Nursey. He was frowning at Dex, squinting a little.

Dex shrugged. “The team is important.” Captain-player relationships were a recipe for disaster, in Dex’s opinion.

“Is there a no inter-team dating rule? I didn’t see one on the bylaw wall…” Tango frowned at the ground as his mind worked.

“There’s no rule, y’all,” Bitty said, dropping his head onto Jack’s shoulder. “It’s just this ridiculous hockey-crazed cutie pie has too-strict rules in his own mind.” Bitty wrinkled his nose. “Okay, I’m fining myself for that one. What did you put in these mimosas?”

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...

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Whiskey found Dex moving boxes and swearing under his breath when he got the bottom of the basement stairs. He stood there, just watching, before he finally said, “What are you doing?”

Dex’s head hit the low beam when he snapped up, startled. He cursed loudly while holding the sore spot on his head. “What was that for, huh?” he asked when the pain had faded.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” Whiskey said as he looked around at the scattered mess.”What are you doing?” he repeated.

“What’s it look like?” Dex grumbled. He picked up the box by his feet that was filled with old textbooks and outdated sports magazines and dropped it by the hot water tank.

“So, you’ll help Bitty clean the basement, but you won’t help me put together my office chair when I ask,” Whiskey said with his arms crossed. He knew he sounded whiny, but he couldn’t help but feel petulant.

Dex sighed as dropped a second box on top of the first one. “It’s not for Bitty.” He turned around to glance at Whiskey. “I was thinking I could move down here,” he admitted.

“Why? Is Nursey making you do this?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.

“No, he isn’t, but--” Dex broke off to make an annoyed sound. “I hate not having my own space.” He sounded so dejected that Whiskey couldn’t help but edge forward and wrap his arms around him even though Dex was dusty and sweaty. Dex froze for a moment before reciprocating and resting a cheek against Whiskey’s hair.

Whiskey wasn’t the most physically affectionate when it came to relationships, and Dex had never pushed or asked for more in public. He knew that the rest of the team wouldn’t have a problem with PDA (after all, Jack and Bitty were all over each other whenever they were anywhere in each other’s general vicinity), but Whiskey was raised with the idea that things like kisses and hand holding were for private moments.

“You could move out of the Haus,” Whiskey finally said.

Dex snorted. “Yeah, no, that’s not happening. I busted my ass all last year for a spot here. I’m not leaving. Besides, rent here is a third of what I’d have to pay if I moved somewhere else.”

“You could move in with me,” Whiskey said as he closed his eyes. He could hear the strong ba-bump of Dex’s heart. He could imagine himself waking up every morning, pressed against that chest.

“You live with three other people,” Dex said flatly. “And one of them is on the lacrosse team.”

“You could set up a tent in the yard and live in that.”

Dex laughed quietly and pressed a gentle kiss against Whiskey’s right temple before doing the same on the other side. “I just want a place where you can come and visit, and you could stay the night once in a while, if you wanted, and I don’t have to kick out Nurse when we want to be alone.”

It was probably the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to Whiskey. It made him feel lightheaded, like he’d been drinking a little too much, and he had to stop himself from saying something stupid, like, “I love you too, you idiot.” Instead, he leaned up to kiss Dex, slowly and deeply, like he could convey his emotions through that one gesture.

There was a sudden, light tickle on his arm, but Whiskey was too preoccupied with making out with his boyfriend to do anything about it. The tickling persisted, and when Whiskey finally looked down at his arm, he discovered that a spider was crawling up his bicep. He jumped back with a strangled scream as he swatted the spider on to the floor. Vigorously rubbing the spot on his arm, he shouted,  “No! Nope! Fuck the basement!”

“It was just a spider,” Dex said.

“No, if you move down here, I’m never coming to visit you.” Whatever moment they’d had before was ruined.

“What?” Dex asked in confusion. “Come on, babe,” he said. The pet name was almost enough to get Whiskey to pause, but then he saw a second spider on the wall and barely repressed a disgusted shiver.

“It’s cold, and musty, and there are fucking spiders down here.”

Dex frowned. “They’re not that bad. They’d probably go away with some spider repellent, and I can get a space heater if it’s cold.”

Whiskey was already shaking his head and retreating up the stairs. “Not happening!” he said. “I refuse to fuck you down here.”

By the time he’d stormed out of the basement, his annoyance had mostly burned out. He briefly considered going back to his place, but having to deal with his roommates didn’t sound appealing. Instead, he settled for going upstairs and flopping onto the bottom bunk bed of Dex and Nursey’s shared room.

It wasn’t long before Whiskey heard Dex’s heavy footsteps on the stairs and then down the hallway. Dex lingered in the doorway for a while before deciding it was safe to come in. Whiskey noted the audible click of the lock turning when Dex shut the door.

He crawled onto the small mattress and curled around Whiskey, and for a while they were both silent. “I’m sorry about the spiders,” Dex finally said, even though his tone didn’t sound very sorry, just tired and exasperated.

“It’s not your fault,” Whiskey sighed before rolling around to face Dex. “I don’t like spiders.”

“Really? I never would have known,” Dex replied dryly.

Whiskey groaned and buried his face into the front of Dex’s shirt. “I didn’t mean it earlier,” he said. “I’d still come down to the basement if you moved down there.”

“What? You mean you’d willingly come down to my creepy, musty basement?”

Whiskey stretched to nip Dex’s collarbone for that comment. “I’m trying to be a good boyfriend. You should look it up sometime.”

Dex smirked and rolled up onto Whiskey, using his full weight to push him down. “How about now? Am I being a good boyfriend?”

“You’d be better if you weren’t wearing your clothes ,” Whiskey replied.

“I think I could manage that.”

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they finally ask teammates out of the shenanigans for help because they're out of ideas

Tango: what do you mean help to set up nursey and dex together Holster: Well you know Ollie: help Chowder: to set up nursey and dex Bitty: together ?? Tango: but Dex has been dating Whiskey for the past six months????

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!  

I was tagged by @wrathofthestag and loved the concept, so here we go ! 

For stats purposes, I’ve written 9 fics in 2020 (all OMGCP) 

Those who were the more forgotten... Are actualy my favourite ones and those I spent the most time on. So, good excuse to promote them a bit !

 The Providence of Eric Bittle, Zimbits, 40k Eric Bittle just arrived in Providence, where he works for a newspaper. He still doesn't know the city, he doesn't know anyone - and somehow, he finds himself enrolled in a race against time to search for Jack Zimmermann, heir of the famous Zimmermann industries, who disappeared a month ago.

It is the fic I’ve spend the most time on, period. It’s an historical Choose Your Own Adventure fic, written for the reverse BigBang based on @esmiora incredible art that appears at different points of the story, and it was a pleasure and a challenge to write, but I loved every step of the way  

Samwell-Florianópolis Express, Whiskeydex, 24k It all began as a joke. "Let's go to Brazil with our bikes, because the plane tickets are too expensive." Who in their right mind would cycle for thousands of miles, after all? But good thing for them, if Samwell taught them one thing, it's that it's okay to just do instead of dream.

This time it was written for the Going Out With A BigBang meme, and this is a road trip story on bicycles spanning over a summer. I absolutely loved the whole planning and research process of this piece, it taught me a lot.

Au fond, je crois que la Terre est ronde, Zimbits, 17k (WIP, 20/26) "Deep down, I think the Earth is round, for only one good reason, after having been all around the world, all we want is to be at home"

This is an ABC fic I need to finish - it’s about Bitty and Jack (and guests? and... more?) travelling across the years after graduation - including the desert of Morocco, Hanoi, Canada, or even Madison. I love to write about travelling when we’re all locked at home

Gothy of the Cemetery, sequel of You Want In or Out?, 6k Gothy feels inspired some days, as if he let Edgar Allan Poe possess him - so of course, that means he must let his muse take over so he can retell his story, and the story of how he met Kent Parson and Jack Zimmermann, back in the Q. Gothy renamed the chat Gothy the Fabulous – The Origin Story

This fic was hell to write, I started it... Two years ago. Stopped to write here because a terrible event happened in my city just as I was writing, so. I lost all will to finish it. The will came back earlier this year, so! It’s a spin-off of You want in or out? which is my most appreciated fic, and it’s a mix between social media and a fairy tale because why the heck not. I love to write both social media and fairy tales. Because why the heck not. 

According to plan, Zimbits, 19k It's great to be engaged to be married! But now, you must actually organise an entire wedding. And everyone has opinions on how to do so.

Wedding-planning fic with my fave tropes - family drama and Jewish Jack ! This one got more visibility than others, and it was great to write. The only wedding I plan to plan in my entire life, let me tell you.