it is fucking on, bros,” Lardo shouts
over the incessant thumping of the bass. “You two are going to get obliterated.” She points an emphatic
finger at Ransom and Holster, who stand shoulder to shoulder on the other side
of the beer pong table. Holster cups his hand over his chin, rubbing it
thoughtfully, and side-eyes Ransom.
shouldn’t be able to say words like ‘obliterated’ three cups of tub juice in,”
he says. Ransom is just beginning to nod in agreement when he’s beaned smack in
the middle of his forehead with a ping pong ball. Holster gets hit in the same
spot half a second later, sending both of them reeling back, spluttering.
know, I figured four years was enough time for the two of you to learn not to
underestimate my abilities,” Lardo says, tossing another ping pong ball up in
the air. She cocks an eyebrow and catches the ball, meeting their gazes. “My
mistake. Clearly, you need another lesson.”
Robert didn’t turn to Rebecca
Robert didn’t turn to drink
Robert didn’t turn to self pity
Robert didn’t turn to manipulation
He went to find Aaron’s best friends so they could look after his husband
Aaron didn’t turn to self harm
Aaron didn’t go to scream at the bridge
Aaron didn’t end up on the edge of a quarry.
Aaron didn’t turn to drink
Aaron didn’t turn to beating somebody up.
He went to his counsellor and then came home to his husband to talk it through
latino nursey is very quiet in english and very loud in spanish.
everything about him is louder in spanish tbh even his laugh turns into this giant high pitched howl.
while the difference is most drastic in nursey, both tango and whiskey also raise their volume.
whiskey also relaxes 10x more like hes kinda uptight just a general rule but around other latinos? its like his whole personality changes.
listen, also? tv is such an important part for them to connect w/ the hispanic world??
nuestro bellessa latina is so important that they dvr it but also all try very hard to schedule around it, so they can watch it in person.
since nurseys not as into futbòl as tango and whiskey are, its really the climax of his life as a latino.
tango cant eat spicy things.
he Just Cant
Like not even the tiniest of sprinkle of jalapeño on tortilla chips
nursey is unhealthily addicted to coffee, like cuban coffee that’s just basically a straight shot of espresso. not for the faint of heart. its like liquid adrenaline
tango tried it once and like, could barely exist on the same plane as us mere mortals
whiskey also lowkey makes fun of everyone else’s accents because he grew up in puerto rico up until highschool so his spanish is excellent but he also thinks its really cute when people fuck up esp tango
tango has a complicated relationship with spanish bc hes always afraid of sounding too hispanic when saying things like latino countries or specific words that he cant help but say with an accent and then people look at him weird because he doesn’t look hispanic
tango is honestly a telenovela encyclopedia. u name it, hes seen it, can quote the most iconic scenes, and will act them out at any given time
whiskey is absolutely his abuelita’s child like. he calls her every couple of days if not every day he loves her so so much and nursey chirps the shit out of him for it but really he’s just lowkey jealous whiskey is so close with his family.
tango is also jewish and people are often very confused about how that works because both of his parents are argentinean. tango just confuses them more by trying to explain it.
all of them just sort of speak a unique blend of all of the slang from their respective countries like they have all just accepted the many different forms “im drunk” or “dude” or “drinking straw” come in. but the curse words that are common phrases in one country and horribly offensive in the other are a constant issue tbh
tango and whiskey are fabulous dancers. nursey, bless him, tries his hardest. he truly does. he just really has two left feet off of the ice
whiskey is truly an impressive drinker. all three of them can hold their liquor well but whiskey is just. stellar at it. he started drinking at like 13 and enters college as a seasoned alcoholic. (just kidding hes not an alcoholic!(actually tbh its hard to tell but lets just say he isnt))
i could forreal go on forever about this so i’m just gonna end it here: they all hate being called mexican, tango and whiskey especially (yes it’s partially about futbòl). there is something about being misidentified so grossly that really grinds ones gears. hence the gratuitous amount of clothing/memorabilia each of them own based on their nationalities.
if u think tango doesnt own a big argentinian flag that he definitely ties around his neck when appropriately timed, ur wrong
how many puerto rico tshirts can whiskey own? answer: an obscene amount. like for real at least 4 or 5. they’re both very extra
Rating: M, descriptions of graphic violence, major character injury, and emotional disturbance
Pairings: JeanMarco, Jean & Marco | background: YumiKuri, Springles, EreJean (Drift pairing make this complicated to tag lol)
Word Count: 57,000 (more or less) (across 4 chapters)
Alright lads! Here’s my entry for the JMGE, as requested by my secret santa, @yoitay, who wanted PacRim! Merry Christmas, friendo! I hope I delivered everything you wanted. This was a blast to write.
Fic Summary: Jean Kirschtein is a Jaeger pilot, just trying his damnedest not to meet a disappointing end. Maybe he had goals once. Maybe there was a part of him that the storm didn’t touch. Not anymore.
Having been kicked from the Mark II Jaeger, Atlas Rogue, on account of the fact no-one Drifts with Eren Jaeger and walks out unscathed, Jean finds himself relegated to the Anchorage Shatterdome, Alaska, the very edge of the world. There’s a new Mark IV about to be launched, and it needs a pilot. Technically - it needs two pilots. It’s a shame he has a chip on his shoulder the size of a Kaiju.
A JMGE PacRim AU for Yoitay, exploring the journey of a Jaeger pilot from the bottom of the barrel, to the cusp of hope, across every up and down in between.
Nursey had a long day. He had four classes back to back on Tuesdays and Thursdays this semester. He was ready to bail on his plans to paint and write at her studio (he’d taken to being her canvas when Shitty was busy with law school). He storms through the Haus, chucking his bag next to the staircase as he grabbed some custard pie from the fridge.
He cut himself a slice as he hears chattering coming down the stairs.
“Mira, puto,” he hears Whiskey protest.
He hears someone, presumably Tango, snort. “No, lo único que quiero mirar es su chiquito culo corriendo hasta Murder Stop N Shop por mis refrescos.“
"En sus sueños, mi rey,” Whiskey chirps.
Nursey chuckles at their back and forth, garnering the attention of the tadpoles as they pass the kitchen. They stare at Derek quizzically.
Whiskey turns to Tango, “I knew it. I fucking knew he heard us on the bus last week.”
Tango shrugs, “¿quieres un desfile?”
“You see what I put up with?” Whiskey addresses Derek. “Pinche cabrón,” he mutters.
Nursey smirks, nodding sympathetically.
“¿Oye, es Puertorriqueño o Dominicano o Cubano o que?” Tango inquires.
“Cuban,” he admits awkwardly, “or my mom is.”
“¿Puedes hablar español?”
Nursey blushes, “well yea, but my accent’s shit.”
Whiskey and Tango give each other a look, quickly ushering Nursey into the living room. They gently push him down onto the couch, flipping the TV on.