I’m a sucker for Javi angst so I must ask: how would the Garcias, Clem, Tripp, Jesus and Eleanor react to Javi having a panic attack after recalling everything that happened with the whole new frontier drama?
oooo I also love myself some angst. Enjoy!!!
Clementine: Clementine was stunned. She never would’ve expected Javi to break but especially not like this. He always seemed so strong, so together, she was shocked seeing him any other way. “Javi,” she said, growing closer and kneeling in front of him, hoping to get his attention. He was leaning against a wall, his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. “Hey, Javi.” Clementine placed a hand on top of his, trying to catch his gaze. “You’re okay. We’re still here.” Javi looked up, locking onto Clem. She needed encouragingly. “Breathe with me. I’ll count it out.” Once Javi caught his breath, he closed his eyes and pulled Clementine in for a tight hug. Clem squeezed him and could feel his arms rattling as he held her. “You’re okay.” She said reassuringly. Javi squeezed her tighter.
Gabe: “Javi?” Javi slowly wandered to the wall, placing his palms against it to steady himself as he leaned back. Slowly, he slid down to the floor, his hands clamoring at his air and the neckline of his shirt. “Javi, what’s going on?” Suddenly, as Gabe watched his chest rise and slam back down, he realized exactly what had happened. Patiently, Gabe waved his hand to keep the others back as he approached his uncle. “Javi, hey, it’s Gabe.” He said softly, kneeling in front of him, just wanting to gain his attention. “You’re gonna be alright, alright? This feeling is going to pass.” He frowned, hated seeing how his rock - the person he always relied on - was breaking before his very eyes. Gabe placed a hand on Javi’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’re here for you, Javi. You aren’t alone.”
Mariana: Mariana frowned seeing Javi stumble to the far wall of the room and slowly sink into the floor. “Javi?” She asked, voice soft and gentle. Normally, that was a comfort to Javi, but he was too far gone. “Javi, what’s wrong?” All she could think to do was draw closer and kneel in front of him. As always, Mariana always believed that gentleness was the superior approach. She said nothing at first, her emotions taking over her expression. Mariana reached out, gently and slowly, and placed her hand on top of one of Javi’s. His head snapped up, brow sweating and his chest heaving. “Mari,” was all he could wheeze out. Teary-eyed, Mariana smiled and squeezed his palm. “I’m here.” She hushed. It was all Javi needed, suddenly.
Kate: Kate had never expected anything like this from Javi. He was always so collected, so strong. She had never anticipated that the world could hurt him like this. But then again, he was always the rock for everyone else. It made sense that eventually, he would crumble. “Javi,” she said, moving closer and resting a hand on his shoulder. “Javi, it’s okay.” She was watching him crumble to pieces, his head falling into his hands. Kate sat beside him, bringing him into her arms. “Javi, Javi, it’s okay.” Kate’s voice was low and soft, stroking his hair and trying to keep him grounded. At least, as grounded as he could be. “You’re okay, Javi, I got you. I’m here.” Kate turned to glance at the rest of the group, eyes pleading for answers. Sadly, none of them had any answers t give. Seeing Javi shatter was shocking to all of them.
David: David was the most skeptical of Javi’s brilliant ‘performance.’ As it continued, however, David started to get the inkling that this was something else. Slowly, lowering his crossed arms, he started closer toward his brother. “Javi, are you fucking bit?” Javi just clutched his chest, eyes closed, easing himself down to the floor. “This isn’t a bite,” Eleanor said lowly, hoping Javi was too distracted to hear her. If anything, she was trying to get David to ease up, not inherently understand everything. David paused, registering what he was seeing, then released a sigh he didn’t know he had in his chest. “Javi,” he said, voice low. He approached him and knelt in front of him. He attempted to maintain eye contact, but Javi was too distraught. “Javi, it’s me. It’s David.” His voice grew softer, realizing how desperately out of it Javi was. “It’s your brother, Javi.” That struck a chord and Javi’s eyes glanced up, shivering as he met his brother’s stare. David gave him a small, firm nod. “You’re gonna be okay, but I need you to work with me here.” David finally frowned. “I can’t do this without you.”
Tripp: Tripp frowned, arms crossed at Javi’s sudden erratic behavior. He had never seen the man act like this, and all of a sudden? “What the hell is up with him?” He asked lowly, hoping that only someone close to him could hear and quietly answer. He didn’t want to embarrass the guy, but in their world, you couldn’t help but be cautious over erratic behavior. It could end in catastrophe. “Javier, what’s going on with you?” Javi only managed out a staggered wheeze before stumbling into the brick wall behind him. Immediately, Tripp snapped out of it. “Shit, can someone pass me some water.” He said, pushing his way to the front of their group and kneeling in front of Javi. Without thinking twice, Tripp grabbed onto his shoulders and adjusted him so he was sitting upright. “Javi, hey, look at me.” Tripp ensured they had locked eye contact before continuing. “You’re gonna be okay, but I need you to breathe with me, alright?”
Eleanor: Eleanor was stunned. At first, momentarily, she thought he was messing with them. It was not until he doubled over - his uneven breathing becoming evident - that Eleanor realized what was happening. “Hey, hey, okay, okay,” she hushed, pushing herself through the crowd of Javi’s loved ones toward him. “Look at me.” he didn’t. He couldn’t. Regardless, she tried again. “Javi. Look at me.” She repeated, firmer this time. Now, when his gaze met hers, she let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding. Javi, I need you to stay looking at me, and do exactly as I say, okay?” She said, holding his hands in each of hers. Together, counting in and out, Javi’s shaky breathing regained regularity. He often needed to squeeze his eyes shut to ignore all the eyes embarrassingly staring at him. Thankfully, soon it was over, and Eleanor’s grip on his hands lessened, reading his expression to see what to do next.
Jesus: Jesus frowned, noticing the beginning signs. He had seen it all before - the shaking, the sweating, the weakening of the knees - and knew exactly what was happening. “Give ‘em some room,” Jesus said, ushering everyone back as he broke through the back of the growing crowd of Javi’s loved ones. “Let him breathe.” He approached, kneeling in front of Javi, and placed a firm hand on one of his shoulders. “Hey man, I need you to look at me.” His voice was gentle, yet stern. Hard, yet soft. Javi naturally obeyed, as if his body did so automatically. “It’s gonna be okay,” Jesus said lowly. “But for that to happen, you’re gonna need to take some deep breaths with me.” Everyone was amazed at how confident Jesus was in everything he did, including comforting someone falling apart. “Follow my lead, got it? Not that that’s anything new to you.” Through his panicked breathing, Javi managed a faint scoff. “There he is,” Jesus said with a grin. “Now let’s get started. With me now, breathe in.”
Hi! Can you do Clem, Lee, Luke, Javier, Kate, and Gabe with a drop dead gorgeous s/o that doesn't believe they're beautiful at all? Like they attract and receive alot of compliments from others but they just don't see it?
OH I need some good self-love fics to perk my mood let's do this
Clementine: Clem’s favorite moment of the day was always when Y/N first woke up and came outside. Their eyes were always thick with sleep, and they moved slowly and meekly. Clem loved it. “You look lovely,” she said, handing Y/N a fresh cup of coffee. Y/N scoffed. “Thanks,” was the only response. Clementine just tilted her head, confused, but more so amazed.”I’ll have to give you more compliments then.” “What?” Y/N asked, swinging around. They could tell that Clementine was being cheeky based on her smirk. “So you’ll know it.” Clem continued. “I’ll just have to compliment you more so you know it. And never forget it.” Y/N could feel their cheeks burn, but quickly turned away, too embarrassed for her to see that her attempt at flirting had worked.
Lee: Lee tended to be a gentle giant around his partner. He was better at showing affection by doing, rather than saying. “You look wonderful this morning,” he said one day, walking toward the kitchen. Y/N didn’t respond. Without leaving the room, Lee lingered in the doorway. “Y/N?” “Hm?” They chirped back. “I said, you look beautiful.” “I heard you.” Lee raised a brow and waited until Y/N turned to look at him. “What?” “Why don’t you ever like it when I compliment you? Don’t you want to know how much I love you?” Suddenly, Y/N’s face flushed red, stunned by the sudden confession. “Lee…” After a beat of silence, he smirked. “Finally. I missed seeing you blush.” Then, he left, leaving Y/N in a fit of flustered rage.
Luke: Luke tended to shower his partner with compliments, no matter the setting or who was around. He didn’t care who knew that he adored them, but he cared that Y/N knew most of all. “Hey beautiful,” he said sweetly. Y/N hummed in response, too focused on cooking to think of anything else. Luke raised a brow. “Hello?” “Yeah?” Y/N responded Y/N was often so preoccupied with doing a million other things, they seldom understood the sweetness. “Did you hear me?” “Yes, thank you.” Luke paused, then scoffed. “Thank you? Really?” Finally, Y/N stopped and turned, raising a brow. Before they could say anything, Luke dipped in to kiss them on the cheek. “I know that one will getcha,” he said, swiftly leaving. It did. Y/N was left flustered and frozen.
Javier: Javier often gave small, regular means of showing affection. A brief squeeze of the hand, a kiss on the head as he passed by, insisting on greeting them whenever they entered a room. He made points to compliment them, but often when he was in a run. That being said, it usually meant he was unable to stay to see their reaction. “Look at you,” he said, emphasizing every word. “Morning.” He slipped up behind Y/N - in the process of making their breakfasts - and planted a kiss on the back of their head. Y/N hummed in response. Javier paused, noticing how their expression didn’t shift one way or the other. “What’s up?” “What do you mean?” Y/N didn’t turn away from their task. “Why aren’t you reacting to any of my compliments?” Y/N turned, eyebrow raised, finally setting down their utensils. Quickly, Javier leaned in and planted a kiss on their lips. “You look pretty today.” Instantly, Y/N’s entire face flushed and Javier smirked. “That is what I was looking for.” Y/N shoved him playfully, turning away with a giant grin. Sometimes, they hated how clever he could be.
Kate: Kate had a habit of always complimenting people she loved. Her partner was never an exception. “Good morning!” She always chirped. “You look nice today.” Y/N hummed happily in response but gave no other indication. Kate paused. “I said, you look nice. Today.” She decided to place further emphasis on every other word. “Thanks, hon.” was all they said back. Kate raised a brow and purposely wandered in front of them. Y/N was sitting on a couch, cleaning some of the tools they would require later in the week. Finally seeing Kate in front of them, they paused. Kate knelt, finally meeting them at eye level, and placed her hands on each of their cheeks. “You need to allow me to compliment you, and I need to know that you believe it.” She was sick of her praises going unanswered. With her hands in place, she could feel their cheeks warm out of embarrassment. She smiled and placed a kiss on their forehead. “That’s what I thought. Just wanted confirmation.” Then, she wandered away, leaving them in a cloud of flustered dust.
Gabe: Gabe tended to constantly fawn over his partner. Y/N didn’t mind, unless they were deep in thought, or truly focused. “Look at you,” Gabe said, wandering into the courtyard. Y/N was chopping up food for their meal later in the day. Y/N scoffed. “Whatever,” they said through a giggle. He only ever just wanted a reaction out of them. “No, I mean it!” He insisted, eyes big and wide. He extended his arms like he always did whenever he was expecting them to love something he said. “Why don’t you ever let me just admire you?” But as he spoke, Y/N could feel the sincerity in his eyes and soften, dropping the axe to the ground. “Really?” was all they said softly. Suddenly, both of them were blushing. Who knew how such a silly moment could turn into something so genuine?
