The Pacific Episode 2: First Fight and Goodbyes

John knows logically that he should feel the pain. Knows that the skin of his hands and forearms has been seared straight off from the intense heat of the machine gun that he’d held with his bare hands. Knows that he’d watched countless marines die, painfully, brutally, inhumanely.

 But despite this, John cannot feel much of anything except the anxiety that has built up inside his veins, an anxiety which threatens to burst forth from his capillaries in a spray of precious, life blood. But it is not the Japanese he is fearful of. It is not death that has his heart pounding with relentless trepidation. The dread that quivers beneath his skin is the thought of losing Manny, his friend, his brother. 

Manny, who’d broken bread with his family, prayed with his mother, and cared for his siblings. Manny, who should have been with him, should have been right at their side, like always. Manny, who’d saved his life sometime in the heat and blur of the battle last night as John had run desperately through the jungle, weighed down by chains of ammo to feed their machine guns, to obliterate the Japanese. John still feels the heat of Manny’s hand in his before they’d both slipped off into the foliage in opposite directions. 

He will not rest until he finds his brother. Will not rest, even though J.P. watches him with careful, concerned eyes. Will not rest, even after Colonel Puller praises him for the mass murder he’d committed hours ago. Will not rest, even though his bones are weary with exhaustion, even though his muscles ache with severe exertion. 

Heart a heavy hammer against his ribs, John backtracks through the jungle in the fading light of day. Walks past bloody, torn corpses of both marines and Japanese alike. Grips his pistol tight, like perhaps it might protect him from what he may find. 

Manny rests face down, chains of ammo circled around his body, dirt-crusted fingers wrapped around his gun. John swallows over the aching lump that has formed in his throat. Places a hand on his brother’s shoulder and pushes him over, face-up. John’s world slowly collapses at the sight of Manny’s empty, staring eyes. His heart quivers with distress as his bloody hands tremble above his lifeless body. Manny is gone. Cross dangling from his neck. Manny is gone. Dog tags intertwined with faith. Manny is gone. 

John watches him for what feels like hours. Tries to will his brother’s soul back into his pale, injured body. Tries to remember the feeling of his palm against his, so warm, just hours ago. He places his hand over Manny’s heart, feels nothing, hears nothing. Swallows back his misery, his loss, his agony. He grips Manny’s cross with his injured hand, lowers his head in prayer and whispers, “Thank you and goodbye, my friend, my brother.”

Wait so your requests say oc x reader??? We can request a fic with your oc? Really really?!?! I can smooches the punk alt girl?!

Yes, I suppose you could. But why would you want to kiss this fucking thing?

I probably won't count that towards the slots, that doesn't seem fair. But you could.

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i cant get over the ball being so CLEARLY all for crowley i can't get over aziraphale trying to woo him with a WHOLE FUCKING BALL because that's what he knows that's what romance IS for him because he's been wanting to dance with crowley ever since dancing was invented and he's so stuck in time with the way he dresses and talks and he still thinks a dance is the high of romance AND HE MADE A WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING BALL FOR CROWLEY JUST SO HE COULD DANCE WITH HIM like now it's so fucking obvious he gave away his BOOKS without a second thought and it was all for crowley he organised a whole JANE AUSTEN THEME BALL just so he could have an excuse to finally dance with the love of his life and i can't get over this i'm shaking my fists and pacing up and down he did not give a single fuck about anything other than dancing with crowley and HE BARELY TOUCHED OTHER PEOPLE'S HANDS WHILE HIS WHOLE FUCKING PALM WAS PRESSED TO CROWLEY'S AND i need to lie down

you may like long hair spencer but i love him in a deeper and more complex way (/j)

My partner and I were talking about whether AU AJ would be a devout Christian.

What if aziraphale and crowley tried to postpone the second coming by finding increasingly ridiculous activities for jesus to do

Plowing though Malevolent at alarming speed, already severely damaged emotionally, here is the best duo since venom and eddie brock

I don’t know where to go with this. He’s too pretty for his own good!

Supreme family? I don't know her, all I know is Team Well, Shit.

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Can I ask a question about your story? Where did the name Pomegranates and Honey come from? I also super love Jean's character but your OC sheet for her said her name was Jennah? Did you change it? Also if she knew Stan and Wendy broke up, why was she flirting with her in Chapter 1?

I really love it so far! I think it's so cool you're writing something like this. I feel so very melancholy reading it. In a good way of course! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I can't wait to see where it goes! Oh and your next request! ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

Oh my gosh yes!! Of course you can!! I am actually bouncing around the room right now!

So my friend actually gave me the suggestion. Originally it was supposed to just be a typical OC/Canon story? Have it solely be about that, but honestly it wasn't fun to write. There was nothing there, empty kinda?

So I decided to scrap that, and that's when I saw some fanart that invoked such a strong feeling in me that I knew that's what I wanted it! A coming of age story!

Pomegranates are a very strong symbol and I can't go into it too much because I feel like it'll give beats of the story away.

In other stories (that I've never posted and never will) I've described Jean's eyes like pools of Honey. A rich brown with subtle gold hue. Something like that lol?

Jennah is her real name, but she introduces herself as Jean. She just doesn't like the sound of her own name, it brings up some pretty painful memories. I don't think that little fact will ever come up in the story, so I don't mind sharing this little tid-bit!

As for the last question. Hmm, I don't think she really thought about it? I showed a little instance of it in chapter 2. She tends to speak before she thinks. On top of being a natural flirt, that's her favorite way to hype up her friends! That and if you show her any ounce of kindness, she tends to cling to it.

More of that will come up later though I'm afraid that's all I can spare!

Thanks so much for asking me about my silly little OC and my story!

Can i like.... momentarily have yalls attentions plz cuz like... 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

shes so smol oh my God-

Jinx’s Self Awareness

One thing that I love about Jinx, is how self aware she is about her being damaged. How she has stopped being the sweet baby sister Vi used to know her as. How she knows that the reason she and Ekko are now enemies not just because she chose Silco over their friendship, but how she willing killed and tortured countless of people, something he nor Vi wouldn’t believe Powder would EVER do.

“I thought, maybe you could love me like you used to. Even though I am.. different.”

And it’s like she is ashamed of this fact. Deep down she hates that she has become the very person Vi has come to fear and Ekko to despise. And she wants to go back to the “better days” , when before she believed she fucked things up for everyone. But she can’t help being Jinx because this is how she grew up as after all these years. How the person who truly understood her trauma expects her to be. And to be who they loved her as is too painful for her and the guilt would swallow her entirely.

hey guys not sure if anyone's ever talked about this before but. um. after sam's first death he comes back after three days and the realization hit me right in the ribs in class today that this was totally on purpose. i know we joke about sam being jesus coded but like he really actually is.

do not ask me about the plot of JJK