୨୧ invisible scars ୨୧
this was the request sent via DM: 1.fluff
2. Johnnie Guilbert
Hey! I love your writing and I was hoping if you could do one about Johnnie Guilbert x reader where the reader has hyperesthesia and they are feeling sad because of how people don't understand her and take her condition seriously and Johnnie comforts her? It would mean a lot to me since I have struggled with hyperesthesia. Thank you for your time! xx @tacuuuu
pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader
warnings: ୭̥⋆*。 Jake being a dick lol, mentions of pain, reader being sad
summary: ʚ Johnnie defends your invisible illness ʚ
Words: 950
An: so sorry I have been sucking lately I'm literally dying lol, also there is very little online for hyperesthesia so I did my very best haha 🖤
Your whole body was riddled with the feeling of pins and needles. It was numb with pain, the occasional burning sensation coming in waves across your body. It was the third and last day of Coachella weekend two, and your body was wrecked.
You had more caffeine and boos than your body could handle. It was about 2:30 and it was time to start getting ready and pregame. Your muscles felt like they were guitar strings that had been played too much.
You took a deep sigh tightening the snuggly soft blanket you had wrapped yourself in. You sat not listening to the conversations around you. “Y/n!!” Tara shrieked looking at you. You reluctantly moved your head up to look at her. She was halfway done with her makeup already and had her hands placed on her hips.
“I'm sorry Tara but I'm probably not going to go tonight. I will just crash into Airbnb,” you mumbled with a sorry expression. “Y/nnnnn!” she whined, turning around to keep getting ready. “I know I know, I’m sorry Tara.” you apologized flopping back on the couch.
Suddenly you heard the door open, you peeked out of your blanket to see Jake and Johnie walking through the door. A small part of you was so relieved to see Johnnie. You knew he would understand like he always does.
He is always there for you, his touch seemingly a remedy for your pain. You sit up and pout watching Johnnie move his way to you. Jake opens the fridge and pulls out a drink. “Hey, sweetheart,” Johnnie mumbles, wrapping his arms around you.
You sink into his touch, feeling your nervous system calm down. “Bad pain day?” he asks as you close your eyes. You take a deep breath milking this moment in. “Yeah, not sure what brought it on,” you mumbled, Johnnie kissed your forehead humming against your skin.
You opened your eyes and smiled at your boyfriend. You took in his outfit. God, he looked so damn fine. “Shit, you're looking like a smoke show,” you remark, eyeing him up and down. He rolls his eyes with a grin.
Jake walks over to the two of you while wiggling his hips back and forth. “You two crazy cats ready to have one hell of a last day?” he asks while taking a sip from his drink. “Oh, I'm not going anymore,” Johnnie says nonchalantly. Both you and Jake snap your heads towards him.
“No way Jose!” Jake says, putting his hand on his chest in shock. “What?” you ask, pulling away from Johnnie’s arms slightly. “You're in pain. You need to be taken care of today. I'm not just gonna leave you.” he said, meeting your eyes.
“Nuh-uh, you're joining us!” Jake yelled out looking at Johnnie. “Johnnie, don't ditch them!” you whisper screamed. “Y/n you're having a bad day I'm gonna be here for you,” he promised.
Your heart swelled with adoration at his words, an equal part of guilt. Your worst fear was coming true. You were dragging others down with your disability. “Dude y/n says it's fine! Just come get drunk.” Jake says encouragingly.
“No dude,” Johnnie says calmly, just shaking his head. You felt a little awkward sitting there now. You had never ever wanted to make other people suffer from what you go through. Your heart clenched with anxiety.
“Jesus Johnnie it's not even that bad. Y/n still does stuff all the time! They went on a run the other day!” Jake moaned dramatically, bending his knees for emphasis. You cringed at his words. While it was true some days you had energy others you certainly did not and this was one of those days.
Before you could defend yourself Johnnie was quick to step up. “Dude that's not how it fucking works. Not everyone's issues are visible, you know that. They are at real risk with their blood pressure being so high. So no I'm not going I'm going to stay and take care of my girlfriend ok?” Johnnie says, his eyes open wide with anger.
Jake had looked like a kicked puppy. He looked over at you with a small sad smile. You had almost forgotten you were there for a second, finding it hard to believe anyone as incredible as Johnnie would defend you like that.
“Hey um, I'm sorry y/n I swear I didn't mean it like that. It's totally ok if you need rest some days, I was being a little bit of an idiot.” Jake sheepishly admits. You open your mouth to speak but no sound comes out. You shoot a quick glance at Johnnie before you look back at Jake.
You take a deep sigh before calming him down. “Don't worry man. If I could change it I would,” you mutter before standing up and making your way to your ‘bedroom’.
You sink into your bed, no longer feeling the comforting touch of Johnnie. And thankfully it wasn't long before he walked into the room. You didn't turn to look at him at all, you just let him walk over to the bed.
You hear shuffling for a minute before the bed dips down with his weight. His arms wrap around your torso pulling you into him. You let your eyes close as his comfort slowly dulls the numbness in your body.
“Thank you,” you mumble against the pillow. “Of course,” he says softly. “You will never be too sick for me. I'm always right here,” he mumbled a second later. Neither of you moved, but you could swear when you were having a better you would tell him how greatful you were.
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Ok ok I Know I’m being a fucking hypocrite when I say I’ve started thinking about ways to make the Fireteam Buckaroos approach work for Lightfall after writing all that about Xira but listen just hear me out
Right now I’m focused on rearranging the strand plotline to fit into the main vs calus/witness narrative and I thought that maybe the “interwoven threads that connects every living consciousness” power could be better tied (lol) to the witness taking over ghost like we see in the cutscenes. it’s spoken to us through our ghost before, certainly, but this is the first time (that I know of at least. I haven’t read every single lore tab about it forgive me) that it’s used our ghost as a proxy of sorts to communicate with someone else, namely calus, through the broken glass powerpoint transition effect. I was thinking about maybe furthering that, have the witness speak through our ghost as normal at first, and then as we grow closer and closer to mastering strand it starts doing those glass facetime calls, first solely visible to us, then physically present by the end. the illusion of heightening the stakes as it gets closer to its goal through the use of our own determination to stop it. something like savathun in wq but isn’t dropped as a midpoint twist so as to give guardians any fighting chance. whatever the opposite of a deus ex machina is. the devil ascending from below at the end of the story to utterly wreck any chance of hope the characters thought they had at the very end
So, fireteam buckaroos re: That cutscene. Ravan, one of the titans on the team, is the one I’ve decided to link the closest with calus/the leviathan in general so of course he’s going to be there at the finale. Caoilinn too, given that she’d be intrigued by the notion of a barely post-golden age ishtar facility and the nature of the veil as something of the light as well. she would want to take the thing apart piece by piece but that’s an issue for another day. in their own little three-man setup, that leaves Kai, who throws himself headfirst into dangerous territory with a “don’t fucking tell me what to do” attitude simply because it would piss the vanguard off the most at the time, who not only accepts but embraces the chance to follow the dark and turn away from the light because the light is pain and subjugation but the dark is freedom, who by the end has cultivated the mastery needed to fully harness strand and its infinite web of paracausality
And Kai is perhaps the only member of fireteam buckaroos who would hesitate to point a weapon at their own Ghost and take the shot
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