#thejokette

[wcrwrought]

@thejokette

“Jackie?” Bucky called through her bedroom door. “Are you awake?” He raked a hand through his hair, pulled in a shuddering breath. “I can’t sleep.”

[teamdeadpoolus]

C.S. || Truck Depot

a left 4 dead 2 based starter for @thejokette​

“We have to steal that truck,” I have been sitting on dwarf wall, blood pouring from my left arm. I was lucky enough not to get bitten, but Hunter has sharp fingers. The deep cuts left by the motionless body with a bullet in it’s brain didn’t seem to stop bleeding even after I changed the bandage twice. “I need stitches and there is no safe room close to us. The only way is to drive to Riverside and steal something in there.”

I had a map, but I didn’t feel well enough to grab it from my bag. I handed it to her, if she wanted to check for herself, not changing my position. I was glad I could be sitting. I was handling it like a champ, however, can’t say I was in the top of my game right now.  “But... we have to active the generator first, because that baby is dead. And that, of course, will alert every zombie in five miles where we are...” I sighed, tired of the constant fight against the woman with the scythe.   “It’s a bit of a dead trap.”

[teamdeadpoolus]

Valentine starter 💕 for @thejokette

“I am sure you are wondering what is this sexy piece of ass doing here?” I said, when poor Jackie entered her room and saw me, laying down in her bed. In case you were wondering, yes, I did actually brought a fireplace with me. “And the answer is simple. Very simple. I am here to ask you - will you be valentine.... partner in assassinating the minister?”

[fcrgedstrength]

Kiss

...to stop them from rambling.

Bucky grinned fondly, leaning in far enough to wrap an arm around Jackie and pull her to him, kissing her quickly. “Doll, I love you, but I don’t ever think I’ve heard you talk so much at one time. I had no idea that you cared so much about this.”

[fcrgedstrength]

❤❤❤

Bucky slid his arms around her, propping his chin on her head as he promised the best he felt he could, given what he knew he could very well do when in the right - and terribly wrong - circumstances: “I’ll try my best not to, doll. For now and forever.”

[witch-of-annwn]

(I'm gonna be a rule breaker and not send this anonymously.) I honestly love your style of writing, because it's descriptive and like all good writing should be, I can picture everything you've written in my mind. I am just a loathsome slug, and therefore I'm slow to reply- but you're fabulous 🐀🔮👻😎 (so all of your threads are bitchin').

If you read my RP's, anonymously send me which one is your favorite and tell me why. - Accepting

Aaaaaaaaa, thank you so much love! 

(And seriously, I’m one of the worst offenders when it comes to the speed of my replies. So you are not a slug.) 

[freedompersonified]

@thejokette continued from the ask:

It didn’t take long for Jackie to start noticing the difference between this Steve, and the Steve she and the other Avengers were accustomed to. Other than his size, there were the medical issues and general lack of strength and his energy burned out at an astonishing rate. She never voices these observations because she understands it would only be adding insult to injury.

When she began to notice Steve becoming tired during their research, she kept quiet and continued working. Of course, Jackie also gets tired but like post-serum Steve she’s able to go for a longer period of time without rest than a normal person. So when this much smaller blonde finally ended up drifting to sleep, she continued to work silently until he leaned against her. Jackie didn’t mind, but wanting her friend to get the rest he needed, she put her notes aside and relaxed against the couch, allowing the other to sleep. She too, eventually found herself napping.

x

Jackie is a light sleeper. Thunder storms and fans don’t bother her, but it’s as if she’s conditioned herself to jolt awake at other things. Someone yelling, a sudden motion around her, or the door to her room opening are all examples of things she never sleeps through, so when Steve jumps and blurts out he’s sorry, Jackie snaps awake. She blinks several times before she realizes he’s trying to pull away from her, and without thinking she captures his hands to still him.

“Steve! It’s okay, you gotta calm down!” she looks him directly in the eye as she speaks, her own sapphires wide and alert. “You went to sleep and fell over on me, that’s it! I didn’t wanna wake you up so I left you be. Don’t be sorry,” Jackie squeezes his hands, and for the first time they’re smaller than her own. Without the serum, Steve may be small and weak, but there’s no trace of doubt in her mind that he isn’t capable and she feels it in his callused hands. Finally, slowly, she lets go of his hands and pulls away from him so their limbs aren’t intertwined, but stays facing him, her knee touching his as she searches his angular face for a reaction.

Steve is a light sleeper, and always has been, unless he’s really and truly exhausted, or not particularly feeling any kind of stress. So, in more recent times, he doesn’t sleep deeply or long as he’s only rarely exhausted, and almost never without some kind of stress hanging over him. The littlest noises can and often will wake him up. He also, for reasons which stem from a variety of different directions, does not wake peacefully and often jolts defensively awake, adrenaline already beginning to shoot through his body before he can process that he’s not actually in any kind of danger.

It takes him a solid minute of wide eyed staring far beyond Jackie and wheezing, shallow breaths before he realizes she’s holding onto his hands and talking to him. It’s truthfully a miracle that he doesn’t go into a full-brown asthma attack on the spot. Once she lets go of his hands---his small, frail as the rest of his body hands---his elbows drop forward and onto his knees, and his face settles into his upturned hands with a huff of frustration.

“I don’t know why I insisted on helping with this if I’m clearly being of no help at all,” he mumbles into his palms. “I can’t even stay awake.”

[freedompersonified]

Accidentally falling asleep together (because I don't have the emoji)

It had been a long day of trying to gather information about what could have possibly happened to turn Steve back into his much smaller, pre-serum self. They had been working with only minimal breaks and as time wore on, Steve felt himself beginning to grow incredibly tired. It was yet one more side effect of no longer having the serum run through his veins, and it frustrated him. He tried to work through it, but he found himself draining of more and more energy with each tick of the clock. He must have, at one point or another, lost the battle with mister sandman, because he found himself jolting awake an indeterminate amount of time later.

He realized moments later that he had not only fallen asleep, but he had fallen asleep on top of her. He jumped an additional mile or two, likely startling her into wakefulness as well, and tried to disentangle his limbs from hers. 

“I’m sorry!” he yelped.