taps your shoulder with the bread crumbs bailey hid from eliza
what bitter chocolate fic should I write? :>
Hmmmmmmmm please please write a fic where ummmmm Eliza phones Bailey in like, the middle of the night, and when Bailey says “hello?” Eliza just starts breathing funny and then Bailey’s like, “what the hell?” Then she asks if she’s okay but Eliza can’t verbally answer so Bailey DRIVES LIKE THE SPEED OF LIGHT over to her house and she finds her wife- I mean, uh, Eliza- curled on the floor by the phone and she kneels down and tries to gauge what’s the matter but basically it’s a panic attack or nightmare or something I just…. Yeahhhhh.
Ok my friend I've thought abt this for a bit now and I must say, when it comes to Apollo astronauts specifically, you remind me of Al Bean! Kind, approachable, artistic, grounded, and funny too! :3c
Summary: John remembers all of his dreams in great, detail. Especially the ones he has whilst sick. (Based on a dream I had about Pookie @mangokittokatsu and their dog <33)
WC: 486
C/W: Mentions of weed
mota masterlist!
John staggered down the stairs in his semi-fever sweat out state. He felt like a slimy zombie ascending the stairs in his jerky, slow body movements.
“Look what the cat dragged in.” Curt leaned out the kitchen entrance as he heard the clunky, familiar steps of John.
“Fuck you, I’m sick.” John pouted, sticking his hand down for Hums and Lady to nuzzle and fight their way into pets.
“Are you still running a temperature?” Gale pressed the back of his cold hand to John’s forehead. He felt hot, but not burning up like he had been just hours previous.
“No, think I sweat it out. Woke up drenched and had this really weird dream…” John leaned into Gales touch, his body slumping against his.
“What was it about?” Ken spoke up, he always had been interested in those kinds of things. —dream meanings, astrology, lucid dreaming…—
John scratched the back of his neck looking around at the cast of his dream that presented infront of him. (Including the dogs.) He let Gale guide him to a seat at the table before he began his story time. John did seem to remember a lot of his dreams in great detail and they’re all weird.
“It was so weird…” he paused to take a sip from his glass of water, “All four of us were there but we were back at me and Ham’s old bachelor pad. Plus Hums was there.” John scratched the German Shepards large head letting him rest it in his lap.
“So, we had this sandwich baggy of like three joints and the police were there searching apartments. We’re trying to figure out what to do and how we were gonna sneak out the joints. So I said, ‘guys, I’ll just tell them they’re my joints and I’ll take the hit for it. Literally and figuratively.”
Gale narrowed his eyes and continued scratching the man’s curls as he rambled about his strange dream. “But Buck, over here, wasn’t having any of that. I was scared about going to jail and you didn’t want me to go alone.”
“You’d probably would’ve gotten a misdemeanor and just a fine.” Gale butted in.
“Hush, this is my dream. Not yours, babe.” John’s voice still nasally and congested.
“So, we’re brainstorming ideas on how we’re gonna get out. Then Hums came over to us with his vest and starts pawing at Curt. He drops the vest and nuzzles letting out a whine!”
“Oh come here you good boy!” Curt cheered for Humvee, “Told you all those hours training were worth it.”
“They probably would’ve searched you,” Ken raised an eyebrow resting a hand on Curt’s bicep.
“It’s just a dream and Humvee saved our asses isn’t that awesome?” John threw up his arms in defeat and crossed them.
“I guess that is pretty awesome.” Gale sighed knowing John needed this victory to fully heal his fever.
Soft headcanons on how Steve helps Bucky when he has flashbacks or nightmares? And also how Bucky helps Steve whenever things get too hard and he remembers when he froze 🥺
OKAY SO YES
Cuz okay, Steve and Bucky both have their fair share of flashbacks and nightmares. Bucky, obviously, with Hydra, and Steve with the war and the ice and the hell he had to endure after he woke up. As well as the quieter hell he's been enduring since the goddamn day he was born. So they both have their Bad Days and I like to think that with some help from therapists, they establish a bit of a routine?
After nightmares, after they take crisis measures to calm each other down, they start with a bath/shower, then go from there to make some tea and either sit in each other's company in quiet, or watch some easy TV. A sort of... cool down routine? Turning the negative of the nightmare into something easy and quiet afterwards. I also like to think that they have separate bedrooms, but they share beds most nights. But they each still have their own space if they need it. So if Steve needs some space on bad days to process, he can. And if Bucky needs some space after a bad flashback to journal or call his therapist, he's got that. Just. Healthy boys. I love them. Taking responsibility for their health :')
I'm not sure if you know Cloud but I'm feeling Ff7 today so here's some Cloud Love!!!!
I hope you're taking good care of yourself Sweet Bean! You are precious! Thank you for being patient with me!
Sending you all the love, hugs, and spicy brownies I can!!!!😘😘😘😘😘💕
KAT and CLOUD!!!!
HFOEHWOFH
Yas! I take care!!!
BUT YOU SHOULD TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO!!!
My precious and kind bean!!! <333
Hope you had...or have? a beautiful day!!!...or night?!
Damn timezones... they confuse me ;P
