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scientistowengottlieb-newtkelly · 4 years

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Thoughts and feelings about Pacific Rim 2?

you sure you wanna open up that particular can of worms?

movie review time! be warned i'm not in a good mood as i am shaking in pain, however this review would have been scathing regardless. and none of this is to say pacific rim is perfect, it's not, but... aye, i have no words for the world of difference there. oh wait! i do:

so. first and foremost, i hate it. as both a movie and a sequel. did i find it entertaining? yes, mildly, so i suppose it did its job, however the only thing that keeps me watching it is because, simply, it's part of the pacific rim franchise whether we like it or not. therefore, i squeeze as much salvageable content from it as i can, such as how one might analyze the precursors, how we are to view hermann and newt as characters pre-, during, and post-uprising, what we are to expect from drifting (though this one i take with a grain of salt, there is a whole other rant preserved for the joke of an attempt to develop that shit within the movie)

one of my biggest issues with pacific rim is really simple: it plays out like DeKnight did not watch the first fucking movie or was scrolling through twitter while doing it and decided he'd make a cash grab since the first one was relatively popular. "haha the kaiju were going for mount fuji the whole time!!" bitch no they weren't!!! why the fuck did they end up anywhere near sydney, australia, then!!! why did they turn tail on places like manila and san fran instead of heading straight for japan!!! WHY DID THE ONE THAT WAS IN JAPAN NOT SUCCEED, THERE'S NO WAY WITH THOSE MARK 1 JAEGERS THEY'D HAVE BEEN ABLE TO REASONABLY FIGURE OUT THEIR PLAN AND WHERE THEY WERE GOING IN TIME TO STOP THEM!!! newt literally lays out what they are doing in the first movie and they completely ignored that!!! not to mention, if the destruction from elements found in mount fuji would have been enough to terraform the earth, WHY DIDN'T THEY JUST FUCKING DO THAT WHEN THEY WERE SUPPOSEDLY ON EARTH AGES AGO??? THERE WERE VOLCANOES WITH THOSE SAME ELEMENTS BEFORE RIGHT NOW, VOLCANOES ARE NOT A RELATIVELY NEW THING EARTH CREATED SUDDENLY AND I WOULD IMAGINE NEITHER ARE THOSE ELEMENTS!!! IT MAKES NO SENSE!!! and.... okay the fucking drones. how did those bitches make breaches??? we know the breach is some result of precursor/kaiju technology, apparently they know the breach's atomic structure as hermann said in the first movie, but how tf some kaiju organs and tech from earth only is ALL it takes to open a breach... illudes and confuses me... why were no more breaches made by the precursors once they realized how long and how many resources it was taking to kill the humans off??? if it's??? shit they could do with simple earth materials + their own biology??? they could have ended things much faster??? shit just doesn't add up, idk, that was Vague and Annoyed Me

and the jaegers.... were....... strange? the fight scenes were so underwhelming, i could count on one hand the number of maneuvers—NOT SCENES, MANEUVERS—i thought were badass and moved well. their fighting was confusing and paced really weird and some of the moves they pulled... don't... work like that... like some of those scenes were just hand-to-hand combat but in big robot form and they didn't sit right with me at all.

and the characters......... oh my word, the characters. look: i love jake pentecost with all of my heart and soul and john boyega's beautiful acting just barely saves the movie from its poor writing. i do love him as a character. but can someone explain to me why in the world they thought it was a good idea to make the only black guy a black market thief/runner, deep-record criminal with daddy and authority issues, and who they dare try to play off as some kind of lazy??? they made him every stereotype they could and said "yeah let's go with that". i'm- aaaaaaaaaaaaaa and what was with the child soldiers??? ROBOCOPS?????? mako....... character assassination at its worst........ my baby......... but the movie was paced so GOD DAMN POORLY I GOT BORED AND LITERALLY MISSED HER DYING THE FIRST TIME I WATCHED IT. and i couldn't tell you the names of half of those poor damn kids, i really couldn't. and can i also say they killed off one of the only two darker skinned kids?? like y'all???? the other darker skinned kids (one of the children i can't remember the names of because it was uttered ONCE in the entire movie or some shit) didn't even GET characterization. my whole heart goes out to her and those other underdeveloped fucks. speaking of...... i am ashamed about jules. from the movie that brought us the mako mori test, they threw in a girl simply for the sake of some shitty, awkward, and unexplained love triangle between jake and White Angst without much else to put to her name. she deserved better. amara was... a decent shot, but very hit or miss because of the writing. i, personally, am very neutral about her leaning towards liking her, but i know people who swing love and who swing hate. liwen was like,,,, they tried really hard to make her unlikable at the beginning because "oh no, she must be the villain! GOTTEM plot twist!!!" and then suddenly she's no longer. threatening everyone except newt. idk i feel like they leaned to heavily one way and i got whiplash when she's actually another but there was nothing to... portray that. at all. i do like her character, and that says a lot because they got me to sympathize with a capitalist without actually regretting it later, but there could/should have been More there. she was powerful, though, in multiple different aspects, and we saw that from her CONSISTENTLY and i 😳🥵👀💕 mako mori test pass for her

now, let's talk about hermann (and by extention, newton, however he'll be getting a section all his own the rat bastard). that man is one of the single instances of decent cross-movie characterization i saw in the whole god damn film. the idea that he takes on newton's roles, that he is more outspoken for himself, that he is just slightly more unhinged after his drift with newton: THAT is on point. he's himself, you can see it, you still know that he's hermann with ever step, but there's something that has shifted in him in those 10 years and it's good without being too much. the "i still get nightmares" scene, the way he presents himself, that scene gives me chills because god bless burn gorman and his acting ability. every face and intonation of his voice is just wonderful and i think his performance was great for what he was given. king shit.

the biggest disappointment of my life came in the form of a kaiju vest wearing bitch at work. at his corporate job. as a boss. for a tech company that undermines all of his and, frankly, hermann's work over their lifetimes. 10 years older and exaggerated to the teeth. newton "move you fascist" geiszler. let me preface this by stating for all to see that i do not hate the idea of newton being the villain. story wise it was a bold move and there was something possible there. BUT THE IMPLICATION THAT ONE OF THE MOST OBVIOUSLY NEURODIVERGENT CHARACTERS IN THE WHOLE FUCKING FRANCHISE, ESPECIALLY GIVEN THAT HE HAS BEEN CHARACTERIZED AS HAVING A "BORDERLINE MANIC PERSONALITY" AKA HAVING ONE OF THE MOST DEMONIZED MENTAL ILLNESSES OUT THERE, ENDS UP ACTING AS THE GOD DAMN VILLAIN OF THE STORY IS A HOT GARBAGE TAKE WHEN YOU FACTOR IN THINGS LIKE POOR WRITING NOT MAKING IT CLEAR WHETHER OR NOT NEWTON IS EVEN IN CONTROL OF HIS OWN FACULTIES AND THE VAGUENESS OF "WILL HE BE 'REDEEMED' OR NOT" BEING UP IN THE AIR LIKELY NEVER TO BE CANONICALLY FUCKING ANSWERED BECAUSE BECKHAM AND DEKNIGHT SHAT OUT A MOVIE THAT BOMBED IN THE BOX OFFICE. we aren't even gonna TALK about the fact that this bitch got AWAY with it despite not even acting in a remotely stable way comparable to himself in the first movie in the 10 years he supposedly dropped off the map from all of his friends because, clearly, hermann hadn't seen him or he wouldn't be so excited with a picture of the two of them on his desk, nor would he have to tell newton about his idea for rocket thrusters with kaiju blood fuel because he would have simply written to him about it. for some strange reason people see his ass show up decked out in a suit he wouldn't even wear for Stacker Fucking Pentecost and a behavior of "Haha Gotta Listen To The Boss" and think "ah, yes, well, time changes a person. THIS BITCH HAS APPARENTLY BEEN LIKE THIS THE WHOLE TIME, YOU THINK HE GOT A JOB WITH LIWEN LOOKING AND ACTING LIKE HE DID BEFORE AND THERE WAS A SHIFT OVER TIME? NO, HE HAD TO HAVE CHANGED IN A SPLIT DECISION AND LIED ABOUT HIMSELF THROUGH HIS TEETH AND NO ONE CONTACTED HIM, OR WAS WORRIED ABOUT HIM, OR DECIDEDLY THOUGHT "YOU KNOW, HE MAY BE EMBOLDENED THAT HE SAVED THE WORLD, BUT I THINK SOMETHING LIKE THAT WOULD HAVE THE EXACT OPPOSITE EFFECT ON HIM AND HE WOULD DO HIS BEST TO AMPLIFY HIS CURRENT STANDING TRAITS. LISTENING TO AND KISSING THE BOOT OF AUTHORITY FIGURES? DIVORCING HIMSELF FROM HIS WORK WITH KAIJU XENOBIOLOGY THAT EVEN HERMANN PICKED UP? TO BECOME THE THING HE HATES? AND FOR WHAT? MONEY? FAME? BITCH WHO ARE YOU?" unreasonable. ridiculous attempt to do this just for a plot twist that was underwhelming at best. i've decided to stick to the fan theory that he was not in control 99% of the time but literally that movie causes such a hellfire path to appear in my wake as i think about it because i know people who don't take it like that and think newt wants what's happening because "haha horny kaiju man" and i wish to scream at the top of my lungs because this is exactly WHY you CANNOT spare ANY EXPENSE to the GOOD, PROPER, INTRICATE directing and writing of a character who is neurodivergent and also ONE OF THE CENTERS OF NOT JUST THE MOVIE YOU'RE WRITING, BUT THE FUCKING MOVIE AFTER THAT. i could go on but i sincerely don't fucking want to, despite how long i've been waiting for someone to willingly hear me out on all of this. all i'll say is if by some miracle they are greenlit for a third film and deknight's working on it and i see ANY sign of a bury your gays end for newt, i'm going to commit the first hate crime against a cishet white male.

to end, the only valid kaiju in that movie was the mega-kaiju, i don't remember the appearance or the names of the three that got through the breaches but the mega-kaiju could kill me and i'd die happy 🥰 beautiful design, that scale comparison when it came face to face with newt? amazing, chills, *chef's kiss* there are exactly two things i liked about uprising and that bitch is one of them.

sorry if this isn't what you wanted, but as i said i am in a bit of a bad mood and have been curled up in bed trying not to think that i'm dying and i've repressed all of this for a couple months now and very few people have actually heard PORTIONS of my frustration so. here it is.

#rowboat speaks #i'm gonna go puke now #or just. fall asleep on the bathroom floor or something.#pacific rim #pacific rim uprising

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mhaccunoval · 4 years

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I’m a Wonder...

The room was set; camera and tapes ready, suspect in custody, guards standing by. Yet something still felt off. Something felt like it was bound to go wrong the moment they walked into the interrogation room and intuition told him it was the seething physicist burning holes into the door to the room with just his eyes. For as much as he was Pentecost’s flesh and blood, Jake was nothing like his father, only able to diffuse such situations on a moment's notice, floundering otherwise. But, he was going to have to speak up now or forever hold his peace, prompting to catch Ranger Lambert’s arm as he stepped towards the door.

“Nate. Sidebar.” He half whispered, pulling them out of earshot range.

“What?” Nate cocked an eyebrow, already irritated with what he was going to say.

“Should we rethink letting Gottlieb in?” Jake suggested, tilting his head in Hermann’s direction when he said his name.

Nate’s scowl grew tighter as he processed the thought. It was Jake’s idea in the first place to try to get Hermann in there once Geiszler had finally given in and agreed to give them any sort of answers, hoping some part of the old Newton would poke through if Gottlieb was there. They were mere minutes from starting their interrogation so it was baffling that Jake was suddenly going back on his idea.

“Why? It might actually get him to talk.” Nate posited, using Jake’s own words from when he proposed the concept.

“Just take a minute and look at his aura,” Jake stepped beside him, gesturing, “Really look at it.”

“Jake…” Nate huffed as he kept himself from rolling his eyes.

“Alright, I’ll cut the mystic bullshit. But seriously, he looks like he’s going to kill him the second he walks in.” Jake explained.

It was true. Hermann was standing a few feet from the interrogation room door, a white knuckled grip on the head of his cane. His jaw was visibly clenched and there was a fire in his eyes that was burning hotter than ever. Even with the distance between them, Jake and Nate equally gulped as they felt the red hot anger wafting off of him. It was strong enough to chill their blood and make them imagine the scene that would play out if they weren’t careful.

“He does look pretty pissed,” Nate conceded after a moment, “Look, I’ll cut you a deal: we let him in and if they get rowdy, we’ll put him on the bench.”

“Oh, I guarantee they’ll get rowdy. But whatever you say, your majesty.” Jake sniped, clapping his hand on Nate’s shoulder.

Nate just shook his head and took the lead in walking back towards the door, Jake matching his pace only a tick late. Noticing the rangers in his peripheral, Hermann cleared his throat and straightened out his hunched posture, trying to work himself back into a civil mindset so they could get this over with peacefully. Jake eyed him cautiously, standing close enough to hold him back if necessary, while Nate punched in the security code on the door’s keypad. As the door slid aside, everyone caught sight of Newton, looking meek but as conceited as ever, brows furrowed and biting at the split in his lip. He instantly stood up from his chairs, cuffs around his wrists jangling, and bared his teeth when he noticed Hermann, who mimicked his snarl and gripped his cane with both hands. He was only steps from being in close enough range to hit Newton when Jake and Nate caught him at the torso.

“Yup, already gone south,” Jake sighed, aiming to push Hermann back into the hallway, “Out we go.”

With one hand on Hermann’s chest, he roughly pressed in the code to close the door using his free hand. Hermann, blinded by his rage, continued to fight back, only to be seized by the lapels of his blazer and pressed against the wall, boxed in by Jake’s strong frame. He drew a shaky breath through his nose and slowly calmed as he let it back out through a deep exhale. It occurred to him as he returned to his right mind how uncouth he was becoming, the fight response likely something left over from an old drift that now felt like distant history.

“My apologies,” He choked out once he regained his voice, “I seem to have let my anger take over.”

Jake kept his hands curled for a second longer after accepting the apology and guilt settled in his stomach as he observed Hermann nervously rubbing the bruising around his throat from the last time he was in a room with Newton.

“No, I totally understand.” Jake assured, placing a consoling hand on his shoulder.

“Listen, I’d love to let you beat him to a pulp, I really would,” He continued, trying to rectify the situation, “But if he’s finally willing to talk, we need him to spill before I let you do that, alright?”

Hermann nodded, the fire in his eyes extinguishing like molten steel being placed in water. The lines in his face perfectly exhibited how exhausted he had been, mentally and physically, these past ten years and only seemed to be growing deeper as he continued to have dark thoughts about Newton’s affliction. Jake had detected it the moment they met and still felt sympathy for him, hardly beginning to imagine the pain whirling around his head.

“Good. Go make yourself some tea, just cool down.” He advised, watching Hermann’s wake as he shuffled to the mess hall before going back into the cell.

Nate had managed to convince Newton to sit back down, it seemed, as the little weasel was leaned all the way back, hands hung in his lap as his glower remained painted on his face. He was a small man as is but something about his chair, the table, or both made him look even more minute, unsettling everyone at the thought of someone so tiny almost ending the world. Jake half expected him to smirk and make some sort of smartass comment, but Newton just scanned every corner of the room before doing the latter.

“What is this? A police interrogation? I thought the police got defunded a while back.” He jested, sporting an evil glare that went back and forth between the rangers.

“They did, but that’s beside the point. You said you had answers.” Nate countered sternly, pulling out the chair across from him.

“Correction: I said I might have answers. For a price.” Newton scoffed, beginning to trace absent circles onto the table top.

“You already know we’re not letting you walk until we get those things out of your head.” Jake responded, leaned with his back against the door and his arms folded across his chest.

“I’m not worried about that right now. What I want to know is why you tried to bring him in here.” Newton retorted.

“We thought he might talk some sense into you finally.” Nate answered, unable to keep a hint of his own sarcasm out of his tone.

“Well, you thought wrong. Again.” Newton growled, ceasing his scribbling to cross his arms.

“Clearly,” Jake sneered, suppressing the urge to smack the smugness out of him, “What was your big idea, anyway?”

“Uh, simple? The Precursors’ first plan didn’t work so they were going to try again. If it hadn’t been for you meddling kids.” Newton disclosed, one knee rhythmically bouncing.

“And used you as a vessel?” Nate questioned, more so to clarify than get new information.

“Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it? Guess it’s what you all get for calling me a kaiju groupie for so long.

“But, yeah. I was their middle man, let them worm their way over here. Shao didn’t suspect shit.” Newton described in a level of detail that would have to suffice.

“Anything else?” Nate and Jake asked in unison, glaring at each other after they did.

“Nope. Other than you better keep frog face out of here or I’ll fuck you both up.” Newton barked, his attempted intimidation not translating as well as he wanted it to.

“Sure, you will.” Jake heckled, already going to unlock the door.

“Would love to see you try.” Nate similarly quipped, leaving his chair where it was and following Jake out.

“I mean it!” Newton aimlessly called after them.

In the hallway, the rangers exchanged a knowing look, Nate wordlessly telling Jake to go find Hermann, acknowledging that Newton would be choleric about it but hoping it was for the best. Jake’s first instinct was to check the lab, where he found Hermann blankly focused on the center of his littered desk, tea in his hand presumably going cold. It was only when Jake stepped into his personal bubble that he blinked back into reality and met his eye.

“I don’t know how you put up with him for ten years.” Jake joked, turning to lean against the corner of the desk.

“Nor do I,” Hermann slowly shook his head, gazing into his mug as he took a sip, “He’s truly insufferable.”

“You deserve financial compensation.” Jake chuckled, once again patting his shoulder.

They sat in amiable silence for a minute before he remembered why he was there, noting, “We didn’t get anything new out of him.”

“Shocking.” Hermann sighed, setting his mug down as he felt his grip start waning.

“Do you want to try Plan A again and see if you can get him to talk?” Jake inquired, trying not to overstep a boundary.

“I severely doubt it would yield anything other than shouting and a physical altercation.” Hermann reminded him.

“Fair enough--”

“But, it appears to be our last resort.” Wobbling slightly, Hermann stood up from his chair and placed a hand on Jake’s bicep to stabilize himself before grabbing his cane.

Jake made sure he had his balance before leading them out of the dimly lit lab into the bright hall, slowing his gait so that Hermann could match it. They had already inaudibly agreed that the odds of this working were low, Hermann, of course, having actually calculated the meager probability in the back of his head. Nate was most likely still checking the security tapes, so Jake decided to join him once he let Hermann into the interrogation room. As the door opened, Newton’s eyebrows raised and lowered at the drop of a dime, apparently having expected someone else to be waltzing in.

“What the fuck did I tell you, Pentecost--”

“Have fun boys!” Jake cut him short, rapidly closing the door after Hermann stepped in and sprinting off to find Nate.

“Fucking rangers…” Newton grumbled, scooting his chair back as far as his cuffs would allow as Hermann settled into the other seat.

“Indeed.” He concurred, crossing his legs and neatly folding his hands in his lap.

“I’m not telling you dipshits anything else, if that’s what you’re about to ask.” Newton divulged as he put his feet up on the table and tipped his chair.

“And I rightly guessed so.” Hermann assured him, repressing the ancient impulse to chide him about his positioning.

“Then why come back?” This time Newton took up the interrogating side, his interest piqued.

“Honestly? I’m not quite sure.” Hermann lamented, at a loss for words and reason.

“That’s a first, Mr. Know It All-- Sorry, Dr. Know It All.” Newton ragged.

“It seems I had forgotten how appalling you are to be around…” Hermann muttered, voice caught in between audible and to himself.

“Well, you wouldn’t have had to learn it if you hadn’t been so dead set on meeting.”

The jab flipped Hermann’s stomach in several knots and his heart sank to his feet. Unfortunately, there was truth in the statement, as it had been him, breaking his stoic nature, who suggested they meet, wanting to see the brilliant, comedic man he had been writing to. What he had found was an irritating cretin who, ironically, made his heart grow fuller than it already was, even if he’d never admit it. To protect them both, he had sheltered the feelings and kept up walls for many years, only lowering them when they worked together to close the breach (or so he had thought). He never got the opportunity to confess or hand over the twin of the band resting on his figure, so instead he became somewhat of a recluse and avoided any chance that would bring his feelings back to the surface.

Noticing the way he paled and his eyes turned sorrowful, Newton smirked and dug the proverbial knife deeper, saying, “We both know it’s true. For once we can both take my side.”

“I despise you,” Hermann sniffed, refusing to let it turn into a sob, “I genuinely despise you right now.”

“Feeling’s mutual pal.” Newton backhandedly assured him.

“I can’t believe I harbored any other feelings for you…” Hermann sharply exhaled, swiftly getting up from his chair and once again resisting the itch to smack him upside the head.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep the pity party to yourself; I didn’t ask for an invite.” Newton snapped, tentatively watching his movements nonetheless.

“I hope you rot in that cell.” Hermann hexed with the purest resentment he had felt all day, harshly shoving his chair back under the table and furiously typed in the escape code, face burning hot as he turned down the hall.

“No you don’t!” Newton hollered in his wake, maliciously pleased with himself.

Hermann could feel the eyes of staff members watching him as he trudged to the lab, keeping his attention on that task and that task alone to keep the tears stinging his eyes from flowing out just yet. He nearly hurt his hand with how hard he punched in the code to lock the door, paying it no mind as he made his way to his desk chair. He was having a moment of feeling everything all at once yet nothing at all, which could have been managed had he not seen the way his ring glimmered and immediately crumpled. It was pathetic that someone like Newton could do this to him but it was his reality. He could regret it and his weak heart all he wanted but he couldn’t change that he hadn’t wanted Newton to be his forever, only to have those dreams tarnished by incompatible personalities and corrupt consciences. In a world where soulmates were real, this would have been his blown chance that he could never get back.

☽☼☾

[inspo: i’m a wonder]

#pant rambles #mhac writes #pacific rim #pacific rim uprising #newmann #drabble #ficlet #this isn't my best writing but it's. (2.4k of) something #also i'm really sorry i lied about not doing another song fic #it's only a very very loose inspo at least

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eadrey-the-iptscray · 5 years

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What “Pacific Rim: Uprising” did right - a.k.a. some well-deserved praise for the sequel

As much as I like to focus on the flaws of "Pacific Rim: Uprising" (namely for doing that to my favorite fictional character), continuing the kaiju legacy is one thing it did well.

While the kaiju of the first movie represent climate change, the kaiju of the sequel (Obsidian Fury) represent our fear of new technology. Specifically, that people can corrupt technology and technology can corrupt people.

When people create technology, they usually have good intentions. But technology is easy to use for evil, mischief, or questionable purposes.

Google is a good example. In the Internet's infancy, Google's founders made a search engine designed to organize all the disconnected information online. Flash forward a few decades later, and there's a whole Wikipedia page dedicated to criticism of Google.

Like most technology, the Google search engine itself is amoral - in certain hands, it can be used to do good or do harm. People with harmful motives (e.g. greed, gluttony, or malice) can use technology for villainous purposes, just like what happens in "Pacific Rim: Uprising."

Liwen Shao created drone jaegers to maintain the peace while eliminating pilot casualties. But in the hands of a military organization, who knows what the drones would be used for? (Americans already know the answer.)

Newt Geiszler provides an answer in-universe by sending Obsidian Fury to cause chaos and sway the council into deploying the kaiju drones he created. And just like Mako feared, the drones are compromised, turning into weapons of destruction despite their creator's intentions.

Technology can also empower people to spread lies, steal, or kill.

Technology is power, and power corrupts. There are so many real-world examples of people discovering what technology can truly do and using it for personal gain, often to the detriment of society.

Dynamite was designed for mining, but it became a go-to weapon for thieves and terrorists.

Facebook got flack for allowing Cambridge Analytica to collect data about app users and their friends and do shady things with that information.

Facial recognition is raising privacy and justice concerns among human rights activists.

"Pacific Rim: Uprising" tackles this complex global issue by applying it to a character we know well.

Newt initially Drifted with a kaiju brain to find out how to save the world, but that opened the door for the Precursors to influence and eventually control him. Obsidian Fury is both the result of and a symbol of technology corrupting Newt.

Let's go deeper with this metaphor, shall we?

Newt is a stand-in for average-Joe inventors who become corrupted by their own creations. Just compare his transformation between "Pacific Rim" and "Pacific Rim: Uprising":

Dress-wise, he goes from wearing a wrinkled button-up and loose tie to a tailored suit that screams opulence.

Behavior-wise, he quits talking to Gottlieb, flaunts his credentials by calling himself "doctor," and stops challenging his superiors.

Relationship-wise, he isolates himself and pours himself into his work (and when he's not working, he's Drifting with a kaiju brain).

Yes, the Precursors heavily influence him, but he made first contact via jaeger tech. And he continued using that tech in spite of the red flags you know he encountered when the Precursors got inside his head.

"Pacific Rim: Uprising" ends on a hopeful note.

Three important things happen by the end of the movie:

Obsidian Fury is defeated, symbolizing that humanity can overcome the challenges of tech corruption by working together (an echo of the first movie's theme).

Newt is captured, showing that no one can truly get away with their crimes.

Jake Pentecost tells the Precursors that the PPDC is ready for a fight, making it clear that tech corruption is only a threat as long as people are unprepared for it.

While "Pacific Rim: Uprising" wasn’t perfect, it did do a good job giving a disembodied threat a physical form and showing us (the audience) how we could overcome that fear.

#pacific rim uprising #kaiju #technology #i'm not bashing this movie for once #and if we do get a third movie i can't wait to see which of humanity's greatest fears it will turn into a kaiju #my contribution to the fandom

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avelera · 6 years

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For your Misc/Angst Starter prompt, I'd love to see what you would do with "I don't want to be alone tonight".

Oof, it was good to put this together if only to break the block I’ve had lately. More H/C than pure angst, and kinda more of a “fuck you” to the Precursors than H/C, but it was nice to try my hand at “immediately post-Uprising” fic :3 I hope you like it!

Newt/Hermann, 1,200 words

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I’ll Be Here Waiting

There were moments when Newton was lucid, or at least seemed lucid, Hermann had to remind himself. After ten years without detection, it was only safe to assume the Precursors could mimic Newton to such an extent that every word out of his mouth was suspect.

At least the PPDC had moved him from that wretched torture implement of a chair into a cell, albeit a small one. Glass walls, basic facilities, all in view, a slot for meals. He was allowed guests only if they had clearance, which at this point meant his only guest was Hermann.

The Precursors prowled within like a caged tiger. On the surface, they had given up the pretense of being Newton since the day of capture. They saw to their host’s bodily needs as if maintaining a machine, paced the narrow space presumably to prevent muscle atrophy, ate the food given without complaint, and stared out of the glass with flat, hate-filled eyes. They smirked their way through the answers Jake Pentecost would routinely, hopelessly toss at them. About their numbers, about their capabilities, answering none of them except with a reminder that Earth was doomed. That they would never stop coming.

“You’re back,” the Precursors drawled as Hermann took his usual spot in the chair set up outside the corner of Newton’s cell. There was a flap in the otherwise bullet-proof glass wall beside him, one of the few spots where he could, in theory, reach through to touch Newton. Where Newton could, in theory, take his hand if it was offered. Or crush it in his grip, with the same awful strength he’d exhibited when the Precursors lifted Hermann by the throat. The thought sent a shiver of goose bumps over his skin. He settled back in the chair and leaned his cane against the glass. “You really think that you’re gonna get anything out of this that the PPDC’s golden boy couldn’t?”

“No,” Hermann said honestly. “I have no illusions on that count, of that I can assure you.”

“Yeah? So what’s it like out there?” the Precursor’s said with Newt’s lips. There was something predatory about them now that they’d given up the facade, something reptilian, as if Newt’s tongue would dart out any second to sample the air. There were still traces of Newt’s mannerisms however, the brashness, the shrill voice, a hint of his devil-may-care attitude, as if they didn’t know any other way to be, didn’t know his behavior was unique to the soul it belonged to and not a general human trait. “Buried all the bodies yet? It looked like a nasty mess out there before your bullies locked us up.”

“Ah-ah, you know the rules,” Hermann said, wagging an admonishing finger. “No information about the outside world for you. If you think my attachment to Newton means I’ll be your weak link, then you are sadly mistaken.”

“Your attachment,” the Precursor scoffed. “You really think that will be enough to free him, don’t you? When it wasn’t even enough for you to notice he was gone, that we had taken him. Some attachment! Why even pretend you’re concerned for him and not here for your war effort, your pathetic invasion?”

Does Newton hear you? Hermann wondered. Is this for my benefit or his? He remembered Newton’s words the day of the attack, how he saw himself as an insignificant joke of a man. Had those been his words or the Precursors? What had they told him about Hermann? That he was a fool, or else that he didn’t care that Newton was taken from beneath his nose? Hermann flipped to the next page and didn’t look up. “Believe what you will. I’m not here for the PPDC.”

A pause. “Then why are you here?”

Hermann looked up and saw the Precursors were frowning, brow furrowed in obvious confusion, the bluster gone. He sighed and decided for honesty. Newton, I hope you’re there. I hope you’re listening. “I don’t want to be alone tonight… and I don’t want Newton to be either.”

He felt naked saying those words, to leave himself so exposed before the enemy and their mockery.

“He can’t hear you, you know,” the Precursors sneered as they recovered themselves. “He’s buried too deep. If you’re here for him then you’re wasting your time.”

Hermann flinched and covered the motion by looking back down at the data pad. “Perhaps. Perhaps you have such an iron grip that you can keep perfect control, prevent him from hearing anything I have to say, and I’ll have wasted my time.

“Or… perhaps you’re lying and he can hear me right now when I say I couldn’t care less whether you speak at all. Unlike my superiors, I don’t believe interrogation has any value. You could simply lie. I’m here for Newton. Because I... care for him. Because I want him to know I’m here and I will never, ever leave his side again. Because I am sorry that I did not figure out sooner what had happened to him, and because I’m sorry it was so easy for me to believe he would leave me behind for better things, but that was because I’ve always known he was brilliant, that Newton could accomplish anything he set his mind to, even when the thought terrified me. It was only easy because it was easy for me to believe I was the inadequacy in his life, that I was holding him back. I hope he can hear me. But even if he cannot, I’ll be here in case one day he can, because I believe he is stronger than you dare admit.”

Hermann started upright at the sound of something striking the glass, his head whipping to the side to see Newton hunched over, one palm pressed flat to the glass wall between them. There was sweat prickling at his hair line and his breath emerged in heavy gasps. His body shook as he raised his head and met Hermann’s eye.

“Keep… keep talking, I…” Newt wheezed. His mouth worked as if to say more but only a strangled noise emerged and he pounded his hand once against the glass in frustration. The last look he shot at Hermann was pleading - pleading for him to hear, to understand.

Hermann was up out of the chair like a shot, pressed up against the glass so close his breath misted in front of him. “I know you’re in there, Newton, just keep fighting them!”

Newt nodded curtly, as if in confirmation, the struggle visible in the clenching of his jaw to even do that much. Hermann wanted to say more, to say everything that he’d failed to over the last ten years. There was no knowing for sure even if this was Newton but the words rose unbidden, reassurances and explanations, entreaties that Newton come back to him, confessions…

Newton jerked away from the glass, body straightening and a hand going up to slick the hair back from his face. The coldness was back, the reptilian gleam in his eyes, but the sneer on his lips was not so cold, not so composed as the last time. There was a definite twist of irritation.

“Pathetic,” the Precursors snarled, and their lips twisted into a mocking smile. “A few seconds of control is what you’re holding out for? He’s had those before. They never mattered.”

Adrenaline surged through Hermann’s veins and his heart pounded as he straightened. “Ah, but don’t you see, this time is different.” He offered a mocking smile of his own. “This time, he has me.”

#newmann #pacific rim #prompt fic #my writing #alsobarebear

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roombagreyjoy · 5 years

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LES MIS and Pacific Rim for the fandom ask challenge, please!!! (You know what I mean.)

BABIES. ALL OF THEM. BABIES. I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH.

This is probably gonna be a long one so, answer’s under the cut:

SEND ME A FANDOM AND I’LL TELL YOU WHO...

LES MIS:

The first character I ever fell in love with: Jean Valjean. He’s just too good for this world.

A character that I used to love/like, but now do not: I don’t think I have one, so...

A ship that I used to love/like, but now do not: I don’t have one either, but for this one I’m going with the Santa from the 2012 movie x Whoever he was having sex with.

My ultimate favorite character™: GRANTAIRE!

Prettiest character: We all know it’s Enjolras, there’s no point in arguing.

My most hated character: The Santa.

My OTP: Enjolras/Grantaire.

My NOTP: Santa x Unnamed lady who was fucking him.

Favorite episode version: The brick but the English pocket version that I own (I’m not sure which edition it is because I didn’t bring it with me, it’s at my parents’ oops).

Saddest death: ASDFGHJKL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM but if I had to pick one, Gavroche’s.

Favorite season: -

Least favorite season: -

Character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but I hate: I don’t think I “hate” anyone, because hate is counterproductive.

My ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: DID I HEAR SOMEBODY SAY GRANTAIRE? LET’S HEAR IT FOR R.

My ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Cosette, obviously.

My ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but I still love it’ ship: Don’t have one I think.

My ‘they’re kind of cute, and I lowkey ship them, but I’m not too invested’ ship: Enjonine.

PACIFIC RIM:

The first character I ever fell in love with: Can I get a heck yes for my beloved PhD(6) Dr. Newton Geiszler.

A character that I used to love/like, but now do not: Raleigh Becket because where the fuck where you during PRU BOY. No, I’m just kidding, I’d die for him.

A ship that I used to love/like, but now do not: Oof, I don’t know. I’m very consistent with my shipping.

My ultimate favorite character™: DID YOU NOT HEAR ME SAY HECK YES DOCTOR NEWTON GEISZLER, PHD(6) AND LOCAL KAIJU ENTHUSIAST AND BUSINESS OWNER (it’s a long shot but please someone get my reference I put a good three seconds of thinking to come up with it).

Prettiest character: For me it’s Newt because he really sorta fits into my perfect type of men standard (no one’s surprised huh) but I guess the average person would say either Raleigh or Jake Pentecost (Liwen Shao/Jing Tian is stunning as well).

My most hated character: Otachi. That slut (another far fetched reference oof I’m so sorry I’m into very niche humour).

My OTP: Hermann/Newton of course.

My NOTP: Newton/Sadness.

Favorite episode movie: PACIFIC RIM (by Guillermo del Toro)

Saddest death: MAKO :(

Favorite season: -

Least favorite season: PRUprising (go rot in a hole).

Character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but I hate: Chuck Hansen apparently (I don’t hate him he’s just a dork and I’m trying very hard to come up with a name so he has to do but he’s alright... sorta).

My ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE A DOCTOR NEWTON GEISZLER (but only his mother calls him that).

My ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: M A K O M O R I

My ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but I still love it’ ship: Hannibal Chau/Whoever Santiago Segura plays (I just made this up and I hope it’s not a thing or I’m going to lose my marbles).

My ‘they’re kind of cute, and I lowkey ship them, but I’m not too invested’ ship: Mako/Raleigh oops sorry.

#thank you this was lovely and fun #and very entertaining too #personal

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susiecarter · 6 years

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Who would you ship with Clark and Bruce if you could only pic from Crossover ships? Which means no picking Bruce from Nolanverse or something for Clark.

So a) I’m also treating Marvel properties as ineligible for the purposes of this answer, because it seems like cheating to go straight to other superheroes. And then b) I want you to know that this is one of the most difficult questions I have ever tried to answer about ANYTHING. In my LIFE. And while there are lots and lots of things I considered, because I like a tremendous number of characters, I think maybe (MAYBE) I’ve settled on my final answers:

Bruce/Tim Gutterson from Justified (TV): ... I can’t even really explain this, it’s just that it occurred to me and suddenly I could picture Tim being all drawly and pointedly unimpressed at city-slicker Bruce Wayne, and not taking any of Batman’s shit, but also grasping gradually that Bruce is a little fucked up, and being a little fucked up in Bruce’s direction himself, and oops, it works for me. :D Also I can imagine them fucking and talking around it and then fucking again, and weird sideways non-confessions where no one’s making eye contact, and that is my jam. *hands*

Clark/Jake Pentecost from Pacific Rim: Because Jake SO BADLY needs somebody to help him figure out how to be his best self, and also he would 100% understand all Clark’s struggles to live up to the image of Superman, and I can so easily imagine him being PAINFULLY UNCOMFORTABLE with all Clark’s earnestness, because he relies so much on acting like nothing matters to him; except also I think it would get to him eventually, too, and he’d end up caring a lot despite himself. BLESS. :D It would get messy but they’d work it out in the end!

HOWEVER, I would also like to submit for your consideration:

(Younger) Clark & Buffy Summers: just a pair of superpowered high school kids trying not to rip too many doors off their hinges!

Bruce & Hank Anderson: just a pair of lonely grumpy crime-solving dudes who hate themselves because their sons died!

I would trip someone and not help them up afterward to see Brenda Leigh Johnson and Sharon Raydor trying to unravel the aftermath of some crime in Gotham (bonus: JK SIMMONS IN BOTH CANONS, it was ~meant to be). :D

Diana & Furiosa. Just ... yes. /lies down

#asks:anonymous #susie is a multifandom fan #susie is a crossover fan #and there's nothing she likes better than characters helping each other reach their happy endings #asks

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demonsonthemoon · 6 years

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Peacetime

Fandom: Pacific Rim Pairings: Jules Reyes/Nate Lambert/Jake Pentecost Word Count: 7391 Summary: After their victory against the gian kaiju, Jules celebrates. She celebrates humanity's survival, but also the fact that her two favorite Rangers are coming home. And she also hopes that "coming home" will involve "coming" in her bed. Note: I am extremely sorry for that summary I just couldn't help myself, I'm laughing too hard. Big thanks to @roboskin for cheerleading.

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The aftermath of the battle was a confusing, exhausting mess. After the last few days – Obsidian Fury, the drone attack, the furious scrambling that immediately followed as they desperately tried to re-build something that could help them save the world – everyone was tired.

At the same time, however, no one could seriously consider going to sleep with so much relief and joy coursing through their veins. The adrenaline rush was a wild and addictive feeling.

As one of the heads of the J-Tech department, however, Jules Reyes couldn't simply give herself over to the celebration. She had to make sure the repair bays were ready for the repatriated Jaegers, find at least one team of technicians willing to take the first shift to take care of emergency repairs, and somehow find a way to get access to the parts they needed. The last few days had been a strain on their budget for sure, so that last task wasn't going to be easy. Maybe Liwen Shao would help again. As long as she had her parts, Jules would be happy. Let the higher heads deal with the contracts and debts and whatnots.

So Jules got to work, despite the frenetic rythm of her heartbeat. Despite the fact that her thoughts kept going back to the Jaeger pilots, to Nate and Jake and the fact that they were coming back, that they had survived and saved the world and that they were coming back.

She chastised herself, trying to keep focused on her work. They would need to stop by the medical bay anyway, she wouldn't be able to see them right away. Nate had been well enough to track Newt down, but that barely meant anything considering the adreline rush he must have been under. There was no saying how serious the wound he had suffered fighting the kaiju really was. And Jake would probably pretend that he was totally fine, but he had been launched to the limits of the Earth atmosphere in a defective connpod.

Jules groaned at the idea how how much repair Gipsy Avenger's connpod would need. At least it helped her re-focus on giving directions to her team of techs so they could prepare for the Jaegers' arrival as well as they could.

Once they did arrive, though, Jules didn't see the point in holding herself or her techs back. They all rushed towards the landing bay, letting whatever they had been holding fall to the ground. Whenever she looked around, Jules saw matching grins on everyone's face. Although, watching the four Jaegers be dropped was a bittersweet sight. Most of them couldn't stand on their own anymore. But at least they were here.

And then the choppers landed, and the pilots came out, one by one.

Ryiochi and Meilin, Saber Athena's pilots came out first, and helped Ilya, Guardian Bravo's last pilot, exit the same chopper. They carried him for two steps before a group of med techs rushed in with a gurney, laying him down. The two other pilots hesitated for a second, wanting to follow him as he was rushed away, but Ilya waved them off with a forced smile. So Ryiochi and Meilin waited as the door of a second helicopted opened and Amara, Vik and Jihai came out. The five ex-cadets ran towards each other, teary smiles on their faces.

Jules found it strange, to be in the crowd, a respectful distance away but still close enough to witness these acts of intimacy. She watched them hug each other, full of wonder at how young they were and what they had accomplished already. They had all hoped, ten years ago, that the time of children growing up too fast and dying too soon was over. As she watched the ex-cadets release each other from their embrace and gaze towards the medical bay, she knew that that hope had been foolish. There was always a new war waiting around the corner.

Finally, finally, Jake and Nate came out onto the landing bay. Nate had one arm around Jake's shoulder, who took careful steps forward, helping his co-pilot walk. Jules felt something expand in her chest at the sight of them, these two utterly breakable men, somehow alive and standing. She wanted to catch their eyes, let them know she was here, let them know how happy she was that they came back. But there were too many people all around her, and soon they were being taken to the medical bay as well, Nate in a wheelchair and all of the Jaeger pilots trailing behind him.

Jules smiled. Then she clapped her hands and started shouting orders at anyone wearing a J-tech uniform or looking like they had nothing to do. They had to stabilise any Jaeger component that had been damaged and could cause a short-circuit. No one wanted the Shatterdome to get even more damaged than it already was because of something as silly as a short-circuit.

“Come on, gals and guys and everyone! If you want to party this evening we have to stabilize these Jaegers before sunset!”

They managed to get their work done before 10PM somehow. Most of their equipment had had to be repurposed, but by now they were all becoming much more creative when it came to those kinds of things. The only thing left to do for the night was pray that everything would hold.

Jules thanked her team for their hard work, and they all rushed to the mess hall for some hard-earned dinner, stuffing themselves with mashed potatoes and noodles and sautéd vegetables. The atmosphere in the mess hall was electric. Everyone had seemed to forget their tiredness once they'd had food in front of them and a night of loud music and alcohol to look forward too.

Jules spared a thought for Nate and Jake, wondering whether they would be held in medical for the night or be able to attend the party. She wondered if they would be looking for her.

Jules wasn't blind. She knew how both of them looked at her. She had been lightly flirting with Nate for a few weeks now, and Jake had made obvious that he was interested in her during their first conversation. And she had tried to show her own interest in return. She thought that she had even been quite obvious about it, although in her experience men tended to be dense.

Her dinner finished, Jules let herself be dragged to the party which was apparently happening in one of the Jaeger repair bays. It was bittersweet to be there, as a J-tech officer, since she knew the place was only empty because Valor Omega had been nearly entirely destroyed during the drone attack. Still. It was large, empty, and once some dedicated party-throwers had brought in a few tables and benches from the mess hall, all the alcohol they could find, and repurposed the comm systems to play some music, it did the job fine.

Jules threw herself into the atmosphere of the party, and it was like taking a breath of the purest air you had ever felt, like shedding a skin and being reborn.

“Okay, people!” She shouted over the music, turning around to face her team of co-workers. “Let's get this party started with some shots!”

There were cheers from a few of her friends, and they made their ways to the alcohol table, lining up two shots of tequila in front of everyone.

“To victory!” Jules said, raising the first glass.

“To victory!”

The rest of the night was a whirlwind of dance music, sweaty bodies and alcohol. Jules felt like she had fire in her veins, until it ran out, and then the only thing she could think about was going back to her quarters and sleeping for a lifetime. She said her goodbyes to her friends, planting two sloppy kisses on the cheeks of Aida, one of her closest co-workers. The way back to her room seemed longer than usual, probably because Jules wasn't exactly walking in a straight line.

Once inside, she eyed the t-shirt and boxer shorts she usually slept in, decided they were too much effort, and just kicked off her shoes before settling down in bed.

Then she groaned, got up again, drank two glasses of water, and finally went to sleep.

She still woke up with a headache the next day. But well. It wasn't her first rodeo. She checked the time, realised that it was 10AM, and groaned. By military standards, this definitely qualified as sleeping in. Jules inspected her morals and realised she didn't care. The next catastrophe would hopefully wait a few days, so she might as well take one morning off.

She got up with a groan and didn't turn on any light until she got to her tiny bathroom. Then she groaned again when she did turn on the bathroom light. She left her dirty clothes in a pile under the sink, took a quick shower, then got ready to have brunch at the mess hall. She only felt barely alive, but at least she was moving. Most faces in the mess seemed as tired and hungover as she was. The only exceptions were those who had accepted to take a morning shift, hadn't come to the party, and were coming in for lunch.

Jules sat at her usual table with the few people from her crew to be already awake. The conversation was slow-going, which was fine for her since she had exhausted almost the totality of her social energy the night before.

After she had eaten enough greasy food to make her brain feel a bit less like it was drowning in alcohol, she told her friends she was going to try to find someone before starting her shift, and walked out of the mess.

She checked the pilot training room, though it seemed unlikely that anyone would have the energy to practice after yesterday, and wasn't surprised to find it empty. Then she checked the main sports hall, because it was on her way, and reached the pilots' quarters. She knocked on Jake's door but didn't get any answer. She checked the rangers' communal room, but didn't find him there either. In the end, she found him in the cadets' room, playing a round of cards with Amara, Meilin and Ryiochi while Vik and Jinhai were watching something on a tablet, sitting close together on one bed.

The door was open, so she didn't feel like she was intruding. She still knocked anyway, announcing her presence.

They all looked up at once, which was a little bit unnerving. Jules smiled. “Hey everyone.”

The ex-cadets looked slightly confused. They all vaguely knew her, since she was head of her division, but she guessed that they had no idea why she would be here. Jake, however, smiled brightly at her. She smiled back.

“How are you holding up?” she asked.

“I'm good,” Jake replied. “Spent the night in the med bay, so I missed the party but at least I slept well. You?”

“Ah,” Jules chuckled. “I didn't miss the party. So I slept like shit.” She grinned. “But I'm good. You guys?” She looked at all the ex-cadets.

Amara shrugged. “We're okay. It's... weird.”

Jules nodded.

“Ilya's still in medical,” Meilin added.

Jules turned back towards Jake. “Nate?”

“Still in medical too. But his wound isn't too bad, so he should be released this afternoon.”

She nodded again. “Good. I have to go. J-tech's kind of overworked right now and I need to put in at least one shift. But I'll find you tonight.”

Then she walked away, not waiting for an answer. She didn't need one. There was no question in what she had said.

Jules was growing more and more distracted as the evening grew closer, and finally decided that it just wasn't worth it anymore and put her tools back in place. She did a quick round to check with the others working on Saber Athena that everything was going okay, answered a few questions, and then called it a day. After having grabbed herself some early dinner, she went back to her quarters for her second shower of the day, then changed into something more casual than her work clothes.

And then she went looking.

She checked Jake and Nate's rooms first, then the Ranger's communal room. She found them in the kitchens.

They were both eating gelato with sprinkles on it, talking in-between bites. She watched them for a moment, while they still hadn't noticed her.

For the first time when it came to them, she felt insecure. They were drift partners, after all. They had a shared history that she wasn't privy too. They had the connections of memories shared and she... Who was she? A glorified technician. Someone they barely knew, whom they shared only months or days with, respectively. How could she hope to compare, to compete?

But she wasn't here to compete. She wasn't here to come in-between anything.

So she breathed in, and walked into the room in a few confident strides.

“Can I join you guys?”

Jake actually jumped a little in surprise, and both of them looked up. She felt her cheeks warm under their gaze, although she hoped they wouldn't be able to tell.

“Yeah, of course,” Nate replied, already scrambling up to get a third bowl.

“Let me-” Jake interrupted, pushing Nate back down. The blond started sitting down again before Jake had even touched his shoulder.

Jules let Jake serve her a bowl of ice-cream, with whipped cream but sans sprinkles.

“How are you holding up?” She asked Nate, sitting herself up on the table next to him since there were only two chairs in the room.

“I'll live.” Nate shrugged. “It's really not that bad, no organs touched or anything. I was just in a bad shape when the adrenaline wore off, and it took a while to get back on my feet. But I'll live.”

“And are you okay...?” She gestured towards her brain.

Both men nodded. “Yeah,” Jake replied. “Long drifts are hard. And when Nate...” He paused, swallowing a mouthful of gelato. “It was hard. But we're okay.”

Nate nodded.

A tension relaxed in Jules' spine that she hadn't known had been there.

“Good.”

She took a few spoonfuls of gelato as silence settled around them. Jules felt like she had boiling water under her skin. She still felt like they didn't understand what she wanted, like they were still confused. She couldn't rely on subtlety to do the job here. And she probably couldn't count on them taking the first step because, once again, men were dense.

She put her bowl of ice-cream down.

“Can you guys promise me not to do or say anything for thirty seconds? Thirty seconds. That's all I ask.”

Nate and Jake frowned at her, then exchanged a look.

“Sure?” Nate finally replied and, since he was currently sitting closest to her, Jules jumped off the table, bent down and pressed her lips against his.

After a second of contact, she pulled away, turned towards Jake, took the two steps that separated them, and kissed him as well.

Then she walked back to her spot on the table, and ate some gelato.

Jake's mouth hung open, and Nate was frowning. They exchanged another look.

“Okay, so...” Jake started.

“You...” Nate tried to continue.

Jules ate more ice-cream, letting them process it.

“You, what, like us? Both?” That was Jake, looking surprised, sounding intrigued.

She nodded. “I thought I had made it pretty clear, but apparently not clear enough.”

“It's just that...”

“What, you haven't heard of a threesome before?”

Nate nearly choked on a mouthful of gelato, and Jules grinned.

Jake took a second to turn his surprise into a bright smile. “Oh, I have. Trust me, I have. Just... how would you even know that we'd be interested in sharing you?”

Jules shrugged. “I don't. I don't know that. But I liked my odds, so I played my cards. You both made it pretty clear you were interested in me, and I'm interested in both of you. I'm honestly not into the idea of being some kind of prize in a rivalry between you both so... Your choice.”

Once more, Nate and Jake exchanged a silent gaze. There were whole conversations happening in those looks of theirs, and Jules silently wondered whether they were even aware of it. She could have felt closed off by it all, but she had come into this knowingly. Instead, she felt a soft kind of heat settle low inside her at being able to even just watch this kind of intimacy play off from so close.

She interrupted the silence. “Obviously, I don't know all of what happened between you two, so you can totally tell me if I'm out of line. But you seem close. And you've drifted together, so obviously you're not afraid of intimacy. So I assumed that sex probably wouldn't be a problem.”

She hadn't expected their reactions to be laughter, but didn't let it faze her.

“Yeah, that's... probably not gonna be a problem, no.” Jake said.

Jules raised an eyebrow.

“There's...” Jake gestured between himself and Nate. “history, I guess.”

“Oh.” Jules scraped off the last whipped cream in her bowl, not actually very surprised. “So... You guys are game? For a threesome, I mean.”

“Yeah,” Nate replied, gathering the empty bowls and passing them to Jake once he stood up. “I guess we are.”

“Awesome!” Jules grinned. While Jake was being a responsible adult and taking their bowls and spoons to a sink to wash them, she bent down to kiss Nate again. Her balance was awkward, but that didn't stop them from making the kiss much deeper than the first peck she had given him. She opened her mouth first, barely grazing his lips with the tip of her tongue, and Nate followed suite, raising a hand to her cheek.

Jake cleared his throat. “Not that I'm not happy for you both, but isn't it unnecessarily cruel to make out while I'm doing the dishes for you both?”

“I would help,” Nate replied. “But you keep telling me I shouldn't move too much because of my injury.”

“And I can't just leave a poor injured ranger all on his own, I'm not heartless.”

Jake shook his head, laughing. “You are both terrible people and I can't believe I'm letting you drag me into this.”

“Look at him,” Nate mock-whispered. “He's jealous.”

“I'm not listening!” Jake replied, clanging a spoon against the sink on purpose.

“Don't worry, Jakey,” said Jules. “We'll make sure to thoroughly thank you for your troubles later.”

Jake stared at her. He pointed towards her and Nate with a towel. “That is not fair. You are being totally unfair.”

She shrugged. “Tough life.”

Nate chuckled, head against Jules' arm. They controled themselves and managed not to resume kissing as they watched Jake make quick work of drying their bowls and putting them away. Once he was done, Jules stood up and quickly pecked him on the lips. She whispered a just as quick thank you in his ear, and pulled his hand into hers. “Any chance we could move this elsewhere?”

“My room?” Nate asked.

“Yeah,” Jake agreed.

They lead the way.

As they took the short walk back to the Rangers' quarters, Jules was happy to notice that Nate seemed to be walking just fine. It made Jake's mother hen attitude seem a bit exaggerated, but possibly all the more adorable.

She couldn't stop smiling, and the warmth in her gut was now an insisting presence. She had two handsome men on her sides, and they had saved the word, and Jules felt happy. She had forgotten all about her shift, about the Jaeger parts they needed urgently, about how to start repairing the 'Dome or how many people they had lost. In this moment, walking down the grey hallways of the Rangers' quarter, she felt content. She almost wished she didn't have that much self-control, and could just start running through the corridor, hopefully with Jake and Nate following behind.

She settled for squeezing Jake's hand just a little bit tighter as Nate opened the door to his room.

Jules wasn't surprised by the bareness of it. The room was standard: a bed, a closet with the doors hanging open, a chair in front of a small desk, some picture frames and books on the latter, and a simple bed, made with military precision.

It was a soldier's room, because Nate was a soldier. So many people were, around here. Sometimes Jules wondered whether she was one herself.

She let the thought melt away as Nate went to close his closet door and then leaned against it, unsure. Jules let go of Jake's hand, and walked towards him. She pressed a hand against one of his cheeks, and Nate leaned easily into the touch, letting himself be guided towards her so she could kiss him. There was no place left for insecurity, not in the small bedroom which left barely any space between them in the first place. So they both opened their mouths, deepening the kiss almost immediately. Jules felt herself shiver a little.

They were still hesitant with each other, awkward in the way that first kisses always are. Jules pressed in with her tongue, but Nate seemed more interested in toying with her lower lip. She didn't mind at all. The newness of it all, the discovery, made her let out a soft sigh.

She sighed again as she felt Jake come up behind her, arms settling around her hips. He pressed his lips softly against her neck. “I thought I'd been promised payment for my hard work,” he said, voice low and close to her ear.

Jules giggled, pulling back from Nate slightly. “What do you think?” she asked. “Should I take pity on him?”

“Oh, I don't know...” Nate replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Jules turned towards Jake, and found him doing his best impression of a kicked puppy. She laughed. “I'll be nice to you if you stop doing that ridiculous face.”

Jake pulled away, mock-offended. “How dare you! I'm adorable.”

“Adorable and ridiculous aren't exclusive, you know,” Nate pointed out.

Jules pointed at him. “He gets it.” Then she turned fully towards Jake. “Come on, come here.”

They switched their earlier position around, Nate plastering himself to Jules' back while she put her hands around Jake's neck and made good on her promise to pay him back for the washed dishes.

Jake was a totally different kisser than Nate, confident where Nate was soft and self-conscious. Considerate, but definitely more inclined to take the lead.

She felt Nate's lips brush the spot that Jake had kissed earlier, then nip the skin slightly. She made sure to bare her neck a little more, letting Nate know she was enjoying it.

Jules felt warm, surrounded. She felt safe, in a way she hadn't known she'd been craving.

“Bed?” Jake asked, pulling back for air with much less composure than his usual persona.

“Yeah,” Nate replied from behind her.

Jake peeled himself off from Jules and pulled his shirt up off his chest.

She knew it was childish and counterproductive, but she couldn't help laying her fingers on Jake's chest, caressing the marks his Jaeger suit had left behind, courtesy of too many hours of constant electrical current and heat.

Jake shivered, but let her explore, carding a hand through her long hair in retaliation.

“Come on,” Nate said then, putting his hands on her hips, just under the hem of her t-shirt.

She grinned and pulled away, getting rid of the tank top she had put on and throwing it towards Nate's desk chair. She was left standing in jeans and her bra, a look which she knew suited her well, despite the fact that her bra was a simple black thing, more practical than flattering.

She took the few steps that separated her from the bed and sat down on the edge of it, kicking off her sneakers and hooking her fingers over the waistband of her pants.

Jake and Nate were both standing still, looking at her, and she raised an eyebrow.

She started pullind down her jeans slowly, a gesture which would have made her feel almost ridiculous if both men's eyes were not tracking her movements.

It was a strange feeling, to have all of this attention focused on her, but it was thrilling, making her feel powerful and in control. She wasn't able to suppress a smile at the idea of calling herself powerful when she was sharing the room with two rangers trained in combat.

She shimmied out of her jeans and let them drop to the floor, quickly discarding her socks as well. She sat back on the bed, knees bent and legs teasingly spread open.

“What? Nobody's gonna join me?”

Jake and Nate exchanged one of their trademark looks, before going to work and discarding their clothes. Jake was the first to join her on the bed, wearing checkered boxer brief she found herself smiling at. He settled on her left side, and they started kissing again, relieved at the possibility of letting their hands trail along the other's skin.

The bed dipped again, on Jule's right side this time, and she turned towards Nate. She traced his collarbone with one hand, the other resting against Jake's hip, linking them all together.

She was careful, as she let her fingers trail down, of the bandage wrapped around Nate's abdomen.

“Does it hurt?”

Nate shook his head, watching her intently. She saw his gaze trail down towards Jake behind her, before turning to her eyes again, almost guiltily. Jules stifled a sigh, wondering when the two of them would finally get their shit together and talk. You would think that being in each other's head, sharing thoughts, memories and emotions would have made them just a little bit better at actually communicating, but Jules suspected it was the opposite. They thought they knew each other, thought they could sort through and understand everything that they had seen in the drift, and so they thought they could go on without actually talking.

Or maybe they were just too scared.

But all of that wasn't Jules problem, and not what she was here for. Sure, she would be happy if their little time together helped Jake and Nate actually face each other, but the main goal was for her to have fun and enjoy herself, and she wasn't about to give that up.

She leant down towards Nate, hand dropping from his collarbone to his hip, avoiding the wound on his abdomen, and pressed her lips against his once more. He sighed into the kiss, hands immediately coming up to cradle her head. In the meantime, she found one of Jake's hands with the one she'd had resting on his hip, and pulled it up to her chest.

Jake didn't hesitate one second before running his hands over the soft fabric of her bra, lightly then more insistently. He slipped a finger under it, touching her breast proper as she kept on kissing Nate. Then she felt a hand in her back and a breath on her neck right next to her ear.

“Jules. Can I?”

She pulled away from Nate and turned slightly. “Yeah.”

Jake unclasped her bra, and she slipped it off her shoulder, dropping it somewhere on the floor. Nate looked down, and then two hands were on her chest, one from each man on either side of her.

This felt right, this felt good, and the heat inside of her was a tight knot that screamed how much it was not enough. Looking at the erection in Nate's boxers, the way his mouth hung slightly opened and the worshipful light in his gaze, she wasn't the only one feeling that way. She reached out with one hand, pulling slightly on the elastic band of Nate's underwear. “Down.”

Then she reached down behind her, palm pressing down on Jake's erection. She smirked at his intake of breath. “You as well.”

They both pulled off their underwear, and she followed suit, shimmying out of her panties. She couldn't help herself and rubbed two fingers against her clit. It didn't really help release the tension insider her, instead spreading it across her body in a glowing wave.

“How do you want to do this?” It was Nate who asked the question, although they were probably all thinking about it.

“You're lying down,” Jake replied, only half a second later. He seemed surprised, perhaps even embarrassed at his own readiness to answer. He scratched his neck, toying with his lower lip. “Your injury.” He then offered as explanation.

Jules grinned. For all of his usual bravado, Jake really was acting like a mother hen. His consideration was really sweet.

“I'm fine!” Nate protested.

“I was in your head,” Jake replied, sounding as irritated as Nate had. “I know how much it hurt and I'm not going to let you-”

“I could ride Nate,” Jules cut in. The remark had the nice effect of shutting them up immediately. She grinned. “If he's okay with it, of course. It would be less strain than him doing the fucking, if we're careful.” She tilted her chin up towards Nate. “What do you say?”

“I'm down. What about Jake?”

“I'm sure we can figure something out,” Jules replied, and then she started kissing Jake, pushing him back against the wall at the same time. Nate settled himself against the pillow, and Jules put a hand on his thigh, always careful to include everyone.

She kept the other one at the back Jake's neck for a while, getting used to the way he tasted, the way his mouth moved against hers, the warmth of him. He also had one hand on her neck, and the other was rubbing small circles against one of her nipples. Then Nate's hands were on her hips, on her ribs, exploring in an almost ticklish way. Jules knew she needed to speed things up, she could feel how wet she was getting, she thought her whole body was going to catch fire.

“Do you have lube?” she asked Nate. He quickly pullled a bottle out of his nightstand drawer and handed it to her, fishing out a couple of condoms at the same time. Ever the gentleman.

Jake was sitting sideways on the bed, while Jules was on her knees next to him, with Nate seated with bent knees behind her. It wasn't the most comfortable position for Jules, but she was used to much worse for much longer from years doing repairs on the Jaegers, and she liked being able to move if she needed to.

She squeezed some lube onto her fingers and warmed it up a little bit.

Jake moaned loudly as she took his dick in hand, immediately leaning into her touch and opening his legs some more. She leaned into him, slowly starting to suck a mark against his neck as she stroked him.

“Fuck,” Jake groaned, letting his head drop back to give her better access and throwing an arm over her shoulder. “Fuck.”

Jules felt Nate settle his chin on her shoulder and turned towards him. He looked reverent, but almost insecure as he reached out with one hand to join Jules' on Jake's cock. Placing his fingers over hers, he guided her hand, twisting his wrist on the upstroke. “Like this,” he whispered. Jake's whole body shivered, back arching.

Something passed between the two men as they crossed eyes, and Jules once more realised they shared things she would always be excluded from. But Nate pulled away right after that, letting Jules pick her own rhythm again. So she focused on Jake, on the way he shivered when she ran her thumb over the slit of his cock, gathering drops of precome.

“Fuck, Jules...” Jake groaned, hips bucking up involuntarily.

Jules let out a gasp of her own as she felt Nate's hand trail down her back, then under her. She opened her legs a little more, raised her hips to give him more access. Her muscles would probably start hurting very very soon, but it was worth it when Nate started running the tip of a finger against her clit.

“Yeah...” Jake's eyes were on her, on Nate's fingers touching her, and Jules twisted her wrist again like Nate had showed her. She bent down and kissed him, swallowing his moan. Nate had one hand on her hip, the other rubbing slightly between her folds. Jake's arm was still over her shoulder, but he put a hand behind her neck, pulling her even deeper into the kiss. She felt unbalanced between them, and yet safe, in control.

And then one of Nate's fingers slipped inside of her, and she felt like she was falling head first off a cliff. Instinctively, she tried to open her legs even more, trying to force her muscles to hold her up.

She broke away from Jake's kiss, quickly pecking his lips in apology when she saw him reach towards her again.

“Sorry,” she said quietly, and Nate slowed the movement of his finger inside her. “I can't hold myself up like this for much longer if I want to ride Nate afterwards, I need a break.”

“That's okay,” Nate replied, pulling his hand away so she could move.

“Yeah, it's fine.” Jake was a lot more breathless.

Jules pulled him above her as she let herself fall on the bed, settling in perpendicularly. It wasn't a lot of room, but she propped herself halfway up against the wall, and Jake managed to fit his knees between Jules' open legs.

She was weirdly proud, when he kissed her one more time, of how desperate he felt. He had let his control slip, definitely, and the kisses that could have been made to impress were now just new attempts at chasing a release that had been dangling over his head for too long already. The urgency of it was a thrill, an insistent pulse between Jules' legs. It felt like it had been a while since she had worked with a deadline that wasn't just if you can't do this, everyone's gonna die.

“Nate?” She asked above Jake's head as he latched onto her neck. “Will you be fine if we finish Jake off first?”

Jake made a sound against her skin that he would most definitely deny had been a muffled whine.

“Yeah, I'm okay,” Nate nodded. Jules extended a hand towards him, threading their fingers together. His dick was jutting out, probably achingly hard since it hadn't been touched since the beginnings of their proceedings. Nate definitely looked flushed.

One hand still in Nate's, Jules let the other one trail down Jake's chest right abover her, barely teasing one of his nipple before tracing down the slight burns and other scars that littered it. And then she went back to touching his cock, and he immediately leaned into it. The way he hummed softly at the contact made him resemble a cat purring. Jules twisted her wrist again like she now knew he liked, and he bit down on her skin in pleasure, just under her collarbone where she was sure he had now left a mark.

“Fuck, fuck,” he muttered.

“It's fine-” Jules started reassuring him, thinking that he was worrying about the bite.

“No, no, it's-” Jake shook his head. “Oh fuck. Nate, just-”

Jake looked up, something pleading in his eyes that made Jules' hips buck up involuntarily, and that was all it took for Nate to lean forward, as if drawn by a magnet.

There was something almost scared in both men's expression, like they were falling towards each other by the sheer force of gravity, unsure of whether they would survive the crash. But then their lips met and they both moaned into it, at the exact same time, and then Nate's free hand was on Jake's face. He let go of Jules, and then his other hand was on Jules' on Jake's cock, and Jake was shivering, gasping, the muscles in his arms quivering as he struggled to keep himself up, and then he was coming on both their hands, a strangled cry swallowed by Nate's mouth.

Jake pulled away, oversensitive and gasping, something like awe in his eyes. “Fuck, that was... Thanks.”

Jules grinned, pulling him down so she could peck him on the lips. “You're most welcome.” She felt him run a hand up her thigh, slipping a finger inside her. “Oh... More than welcome.”

Jake smiled, almost languid. Then he turned towards Nate. “I think Jules promised to ride you.”

“I think she did,” Nate replied, grinning in turn.

Jules laughed. “Boys, so impatient!” But she sat up a little, Jake manoeuvering to get out of her way. “Lie down,” she said to Nate, pushing him back as she settled with her knees on either side of his hips. Nate's hand was on his own cock, stroking slowly, gathering the precum at its end before sliding back down, and Jules gripped the headboard with one hand so she could put two fingers inside of her, groaning slightly at how wet she was, how good it felt to have something finally going deeper in. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” she said to Nate jokingly, “But I still need some more prep.”

“I think I could help with that,” came a reply behind her, Jake's voice slightly rough. He batted her hand away, put one of his on her hip, and then two lubed fingers were sliding inside her once more.

It was Jules' turn to swear, and she gripped the headboard with both hands to keep her balance.

“He's good at it, the bastard,” she muttered, as Jake managed to find her g-spot despite the awkward angle.

Nate hummed in agreement and rose up to tongue at one of her nipples, and Jules had the distinct thought that if the drones and the mega-kaiju hadn't been the death of her, these two men definitely would. There were worse ways to go.

“Fuck, Jake...” He was working her open methodically, making sure she was loose and relaxed before slipping a third finger inside of her. Nate was softly peppering kisses in the space between her breasts. She ran a hand through his short hair, surprisingly soft. Her touch was encouraging, at first, but then she used it to pull him away.

“Condom,” she just said, not trusting herself to string together anything longer. Not needing to string together anything longer, because he would understand.

“Shit, Jules, you're so beautiful,” Jake whispered near her ear. She leaned into his touch and let him support her weight some more as she gave room for Nate to roll on a condom.

Once that was done, she put a hand on his face, guiding him towards her own so she could kiss him, deeply and thoroughly, feeling Jake hum against the skin of her back as she did so, his fingers still working her open. She hoped the kiss would be enough to convey to Nate how much she wanted him, how much she wanted them, how scared she had been to see them leave, off to war, off to die, while she could only watch from afar.

“I'm ready, I'm ready.”

And Nate looked at her with those eyes, those eyes, which he usually hardened to steel in imitation of military authority, but which could be so soft otherwise. Those eyes that said he himself could barely comprehend that he was alive, and Jules was lining herself up, Jake's hands on her hips, and then she was sinking down and Nate was inside her and-

“Fuck.” Surprisingly – or not, since it seemed to be his favorite expletive during sex – the exclamation came from Jake. Jules felt him lay his head on her shoulder, but she couldn't think about it a lot more than to appreciate the contact, too busy enjoying the fullness of Nate's cock inside her and listening to his own heavy breaths as he willed himself not to move.

“Oh god, it feels so good,” she said, not expecting an answer from Nate as she lifted her hips and started moving up and down.

Nate's hands moved from her thighs to her hips, fingers crossing over Jake's. Jules shifted her weight a little, moaning as she found a better angle, the sound echoed by two mouths at once until everything was just an endless echoing of sounds and sensation, and Jules wondered for a second if this was what the drift could feel like, this sense of connection, of instantaneousness.

Nate was thrusting upwards in the same rhythm as her, eyes almost closed, and Jules ran a hand through his hair, because it was there, because she could.

“Just...” Jake mumbled against her neck, and somehow she understood, and pulled slightly.

Nate's eyes shut more tightly as he whined, hips thrusting harder, once, twice, a few more times, and then he was coming insider of her, and Jules was shuddering with it, so close herself...

She rode Nate through his orgasm, and he reached towards her even as he pulled out, an apology on his lips. She almost laughed at the earnestness of it, because she wasn't really worried about not coming when Jake's hands were still against her, already manoeuvering until she lied back down, and then she had three fingers inside her again and a thumb working at her clit, and why would she worry about anything when like this?

And Nate, considerate Nate, was turning towards her, eyes still hazy with afterglow, and kissing her, and Jules felt her orgasm rise, more like a wave spreading through her whole body than a peak. It wasn't the most intense orgasm she had experienced in her life, but for a while it felt like it would last forever, until the aftershocks became overstimulation and she had to pull away, feeling electric.

“As Jake would put it,” she said, a grin spilling her face, “Fuck.”

Nate burst into giggles, while Jake mostly looked confused. Jules decided to kiss his frown away, a surefire way to make things all better. Nate twined his fingers with Jake's, until the latter pulled him up and started kissing him instead of Jules.

There were all less desperate now, less scared that time was running out. Their kiss was softer, softer perhaps than those they shared with Jules, less exploratory and more like coming home.

It was a weird thought for Jules to have. She had known there had been history there, even before they had confirmed it, because it was something people gossiped about, but also something that showed in the way they held themselves around one another. She had known there had been history, and that had felt a little dangerous. But even as they came home to each other, they were making space for her, Jake still between her legs and Nate's hand on her thigh.

If war was destruction, Jules thought, this was what peace was: time. Time to discover, to create, to bridge and connect. It was the softness that came from a lack of urgency.

She looked at them as their kiss broke apart and they just stared into each other's eyes, foreheads resting against one another.

She breathed in. Breathed out. She felt happy.

And then she felt exhausted, the fatigue of the last few days suddenly dropping over her shoulders. Jules groaned. “Sorry to be the killjoy, boys,” she started, stretching her arms above her head. “But my body just reminded me that I haven't had a good night's sleep in a week. Also, no offense, Nate, but your bed is way too tiny to fit all three of us.”

Nate shrugged. “None taken. Feel free to use my shower if you want to clean up before you go.”

“Tempting offer. Is anyone willing to help wash my hair?”

That, too, what was peace was. Hope and dreams and laughter. Togetherness.

#Meeni writes fics #Pacific Rim #Jules Reyes x Nate Lambert x Jake Pentecost #Jules Reyes #Nate Lambert #Jake Pentecost

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