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HANDS TURNED BLUE | another pacific rim uprising newt/hermann mix | listen here

a playlist for when you save the world a second time but the love of your life is still brainwashed so was it really saved at all? could anything ever be worth this one casualty? are you strong enough to pull him back? lyrics under the cut

@classyshippingblog is referencing this fic. tl;dr: Newt is a bartender, Hermann is a writer in town for an important meeting. 

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Message Received: so u gave me ur number

Hermannblinks the sleep from his eyes and scrutinizes the screen. In the dark of theroom, its brightness makes his vision swim. It takes a moment. Then—he remembers. The man. In the bar. Who hadturned out to be Newton Geiszler; to whom he’d given his number; which the manhad apparently decided to take full advantage of a mere—he checks the timestamp—threehours after getting it.

Hermann is torn between flattery and chagrin atthe eschewal of what he had (heretofore) assumed was a universally acceptedsocial construct: you wait until the next goddamn day to call back.

He clicks to reply. The box,blank, blinks its tiny, demanding cursor up at him.

For a writer, he’s having anawfully hard time writing.

“Damn,” he mutters. He chucksaside the phone, scrubs his hands over his face, and reaches for his cane. Theexecutives at Paramount will not wait for Hermann’s text message.

Nor, it seems, will Geiszler. Ashe’s shaving, he receives,

can’t belive ur playing coy wme

and as he’s buttoning his shirt,

is that really ur style?

He keeps the messages open. One-handedly, he pecks,

I am a very busy man.

and sends this at last as he makes his way tothe hotel lift, a satchel with his newest manuscripts and tablet slung over hisshoulder, cane muffled into the carpet. As the lift begins to move, his phonevibrates. Cell reception has certainly come a long way since 2010. The replysimply reads,

#repressed

PREY/PRAYING | a pacific rim uprising newt/hermann mix | listen here

a playlist for when your estranged lab/life partner shows up more than a little brainwashed and tries to end the world! yeah its only been like 3 days since i watched uprising and all i've done is read fix-it fic, what of it? lyrics under the cut

Raleigh places a mug of Tendo’s spirits in Mako’s waiting hand, tilting his chin towards the far side of the room as he settles beside her. “I thought they hated each other?”

Those two K-Science doctors are speaking wearily but animatedly, adjoining from shoulder to hip to knee, and had been that way since the four of them had been released from medbay and wandered their separate ways to the impromptu celebration milling on the Shatterdome floor.

“What makes you say that?”

“I’ve only ever seen them going at each other.”

Mako brings her cup down abruptly and emits a kind of half-snort, half-giggle.  Raleigh does a double-take, staring hard at Geiszler and Gottlieb, who have separated, but only so that Gottlieb can take Geiszler at half-arm’s length and gently examine his eye.

Realization dawns. “No,” he says.

“Oh, yes,” Mako replies, a glint in her eye. “At least, we think so. I have never actually seen proof. But that doesn’t mean much.” She shrugs. “Rivalry, passion. Anger, love. These are not so different.”

Raleigh looks on a moment longer.  Gottlieb drops his hand, and within the span of an inward breath, Geiszler has pitched forward to rest his forehead against Gottlieb’s. And when Gottlieb’s whole body slumps with his sigh, Raleigh has to look away.