#whiskeytango

[denois]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony "Tango" Tangredi/Connor "Whiskey" Whisk Characters: Connor "Whiskey" Whisk, Tony "Tango" Tangredi Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Love Confessions, love confessions under the influence of medication, public breakdowns and trying to avoid them, Descriptions of Blood, anesthesia induced amnesia, just go with it for the plot Series: Part 61 of Tumblr Fics and Prompt Fills Summary:

He woke up in what he thought must be a recovery room with his cheeks full of gauze and the vague impression that his name must be Connor. Because that's what the nurses kept calling him every time they told him to stay awake and asked how he was feeling.

"Hey Connor. How are you feeling? Ready to get out of here?"

It was better to keep his eyes forward. To avoid looking at her. To avoid seeing the pity -or worse- on her face as she helped him to a door.

Which meant he was looking at the door -through the door- as it opened. Which meant he got to see the way the world brightened, a new dawn, the sun sparkling, as a smile spread across the face of the most beautiful man to ever live.

"Hey." It was muffled by the gauze and he had a bad feeling that he might be drooling, but he tried to stand up taller so that he'd look better. Like he was completely in control and the world wasn't changing position every time he looked away.

[mcgruff708]

May just be my phone but couldn’t download here when transferred to app from KiddChris.net. I did get it there however. Was at that show super early and traded a beer for a shirt a dude caught next to me. KiddChristian for life.

[ronearoundblindly]

Hello 😇 I'm not sure why but heart would MELT upon seeing Steve giving Precious some of ⛑ oooooor Ari and his girl getting/giving some 🥰 Hope you're doing well - and no pressure (those scenarios already live rent-free in my head)

(Steve and Precious will be posted separately and linked back here when it's done, but I got too excited because I pretty much just eased myself to sleep by writing this...Enjoy!)

Ari Levinson x best friend!reader

Post-Nightmare Cuddles, a Bedrock and Blueprints drabble

Warnings for mild suggestive language. WC 620

It’s been a long, long time since Ari had a nightmare.

He’s not sure how he managed it. Perhaps work and personal things just took over his mind for so long that thoughts back to life in the military were kept at bay. Perhaps he ate something too spicy tonight. Who the hell knows.

You certainly don’t. You don’t know because you’re not in bed when Ari jolts awake covered in sweat and shivering.

He fixed the A/C a week ago and you both have been basking in the frigid glory, piling blankets on, using it as an excuse to snuggle up close skin-to-skin, but not now.

It takes him a long minute to catch his breath. He can’t tell if he shouted, if he made any noise at all, or honestly, if he’s even in the place he thinks he’s in because it’s dark and he’s disoriented and alone. He sleeps over, but none of Ari’s stuff is in your house. His one set of clothes on a chair to his right is the dead giveaway.

He tries to call for you. Nothing comes out of his vice-gripped lungs, so he tosses the bed layers aside and fumbles around the not-quite-familiar layout until he approaches the living room light, squinting.

He didn’t hold back his heavy footsteps, and you’re huffing before looking up from your laptop.

“I’m almost done, I swear. There’s just one thing I—“

The instant your eyes land on Ari it’s as if a completely different type of bomb goes off, something silent but no less devastating.

You don’t close the laptop. It’s haphazardously tossed to the opposite corner of the couch and the throw across your lap drops to the floor.

You’re in his arms lightning fast, and Ari’s just…grateful.

He drapes the full weight of his arms over your shoulders and back, resting his chin on your head, taking in how you’re there and real and warm compared to the empty, cold air everywhere else. He heaves out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and feels lighter, more human, almost magically.

He’s grateful still when you don’t ask him anything else. You just squeeze him gently and run your hands across his bare back, letting him breathe, making him live.

Finally, when his heart rate slows a little and he shifts to kiss your forehead instead, his beard soft and scratchy all at once, you give a sweet little tap to his butt.

“Let me just turn this stuff off. I’m right behind you, okay?”

Ari hangs on for a few more seconds before releasing you and shuffling back down the hall. He hears the snap of the laptop and click of the light switch prior to his foot even crossing the bedroom threshold, and you hustle in so fast that you both pull back covers at the same time.

You follow his lead on getting situated, Ari choosing you to hold him now, on your sides, your arm beneath his head, his face nuzzled to your chest, and your leg thrown over his hip. His top hand roams your waist and back for a minute as you feel everything around slow. His chest rises less and falls farther, his arm gets heavy and stops. Your own heart beats like uneven clockwork, lulling him into a softer pace of reality.

It can be reality, he thinks, and not be a nightmare. Those aren’t his only memories.

He can see the good ones more clearly when you’re here though. You are the good memories, and you’ll be in his good dreams, too.

Ari falls back to sleep with your fingers gliding through his hair, happily smothered in your sleepy comfort.

from this game of "Comfort My Characters."

Thank you for asking!

Taglist: @supraveng @1950schick @patzammit @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @yiiiikesmish

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[pecanplease]

Tango wears this after Connor becomes captain

[dexnursey]

my hot take to add to the check please renaissance is that i think tango should be taller than whiskey

[backwardscapsmh]

tango: do you ever think alternate realities are real?

whiskey (trying to be romantic): then i’d love you just as much in those alternate realities as i do in this one 🥰

tango: but if those realities are alternate wouldn’t that mean that you wouldn’t love me? and what if in those realities llama’s could talk? and what-

whiskey: *disappointed but not surprised*

[doodleddaisies]

Yo omgcp fandom, when the fuck did everyone start shipping Kent and whiskey?? Like I'm still prepared to die over whiskey and tango. What happened?

[whiskeylovingtrash]

I've just finished a rampage though all 16 NHL!Bitty fics on AO3. Why am I cursed with a love for rare tags and rare pairs?

Apparently I need to write the content I want to see :( imagine that!

Ask box is open if you want to make me write 😎 send me your deepest desires for rare tags or rare pairs.

[gayhockeyhellhole]

praying that someone will write a whiskeytango fic bc there are maybe like 3 over 1k on ao3. if not i'm gonna have to intervene and trust me no one wants that

[jam-heathen]

34 for whiskeytango? thank u for doing this btw my dash has been blessed many times

I’m happy to do them! I’m just glad yall are liking them. It’s a good excuse for me to step away from school over my spring break and lighten up my mood in general. Also, I need yall to know this was so aggressively close to being real sad hours instead of this. I really thought about it. I might write that for later, but for now, here’s this for prompt 34. “How do I look?”

_X_X_X_X_X_

Four years out from graduation and one shiny NHL contract later,Connor Whisk is feeling pretty good about himself. Or, rather, he was up untila minute or so ago.  Because AnthonyTangredi wearing a nice charcoal grey suit is apparently all it takes for hiscollege crush to return with a vengeance.

“Whiskey! Hey! How are you?” Tony wastes no time folding himinto a hug. Still somehow hung up on you despite not seeing you for four years,feels like the incorrect answer even if it’s what he actually wants to say.

Connor’s a beat late replying, “I’m good, Tones. How’ve youbeen? Besides shopping for a new suit, I guess.” They break apart and taketheir seats in the booth of the restaurant.

“Haha, yeah, it’s surprising I couldn’t figure out suitswith all the game days during college but finally got the hang of it workingfor a start-up. Honest thoughts, how do I look?”

“You look great, really” Connor responds. It’s too honest,but Tony’s beaming across the table. Somehow this entire dinner has been morethan Connor bargained for and they haven’t even ordered yet.

“So,” Tony says, restarting the conversation, “how have wenever been in Seattle at the same time when I work here most of the year andyou play in the NHL?”

From there it feels like conversation comes easier. It’s notthat they haven’t talked since graduation, they just really have never been inthe same place at the same time to meet up. As the evening wears on, it feelsless like catching up and more like coming home. There’s a warmth andfamiliarity to the whole thing that’s comforting in a way Connor didn’t know heneeded.

They decide to skip dessert for a tour of Tony’s favoritedowntown spots, exchanging promises to come back sometime when they’re open.

“I’ve missed this, yah know. Hanging out with you.” Tony’snot typically one to sound small, but he does just now.

“I’ve missed it, too.”

“Yeah, but you’re playing in the NHL. You’re living yourdream, Whisk!”

“I love it, don’t getme wrong, and I think it was the right choice. I just miss…” There’s a lot ofways to finish that sentence. Connor misses SMH, which he honestly would nothave predicted when he started as a Freshman but is true regardless. He missesthe seasonal brownies from Annie’s. The general dining hall he could take orleave, but the Halloween Spider Cider was nice. More importantly he missessharing the attic with Tony, studying together in Founders, generally justbeing in each other’s space. “You, really. Or us together, I guess. It feelslike I missed taking a chance there, if I’m being honest.”

Tony’s quiet for a while, and Connor starts to think he’sreally fucked this up until he feels Tony’s hand grasp his. “What if we take achance now instead?”

[denois]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony "Tango" Tangredi/Connor "Whiskey" Whisk Characters: Tony "Tango" Tangredi, Connor "Whiskey" Whisk Additional Tags: Prompt Fill, Established Relationship, Misunderstanding, it gets resolved Series: Part 27 of Tumblr Fics and Prompt Fills Summary:

Tony stared at his hands. They weren’t super interesting. Nothing about them had changed. He hadn’t written any notes on them. His nails were short and neat. There was no dirt or grease. Absolutely nothing of interest at all. He kept staring at them anyway.

Questioning his hands was easier than questioning the one person he didn’t think he’d ever have to question. So he stared at his hands. Maybe he should try painting his nails.

He could try asking. They had an agreement. No sarcasm, only true questions, and the other would answer truthfully without judgement. Not that he wanted to be sarcastic with his boyfriend. It just happened that his instinctive humor came out as sarcastic questions. Which tended to blend in with his natural inquisitiveness. Which, in turn, made people think he wasn’t very smart. But he was smart. And he knew what it meant when he overheard “No, we broke up, Abuela. ¿Recuerdan?”

[cowlovely]

hello it has been. ten years

[gayspectre]

let me just jot down whiskeytango to my list of fave cp ships

[jack-manpain-zimmermann]

(please excuse my shaky Florida Spanish)

Tango: I d-don't really practice my Spanish much anymore, so I don't know how 'Spanish' my dancing is going to be??

Whiskey: (tucking himself behind Tango and moving them gently) sin palabras... sentir mis caderas... así...

Tango: your thighs um, don't have words? there are no words for your thighs? because yeah, I uh (breathing more heavily as they dance) I agree with that.. oh (finding the rhythm on his own) yeah there it is, I’m with ya now...

Whiskey: (murmuring) es muy fácil

Tango: (glancing to Whiskey's face next to his own, whispering) ¿quien?

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[mlassociates]

So much fun at the Young Professional’s Networking Event! #ypn #whiskeytango #springfield https://www.instagram.com/p/CSsvyLVD8PZ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[cerealmonster15]

Whiskey, holding out a curled fist to Tango: yo, tony, could you hold this? Tango: Sure??? Whiskey: *casually laces their hands together and keeps walking to class* Tango: Oh, okay

thats so cute,,, lol i could see it going like

whiskey: hold this?

tango: ok

[dead silence as they hold hands for like five seconds]

tango: you can let go? i promise i wont drop whatever it is, but i cant feel anything? is it in your other hand?

whiskey: ….n….no, tony… i just want you to hold my hand……….

tango: oh

tango:

tango: well i definitely wont drop that :}

whiskey: !

whiskey: 💗