#thompsxn

[mxverik-blog]

thompsxn answered:

mxverik asked:

"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."

Hurt rp Starters

"You —- ah crap I should have known my shoulder will be dislocated”

       “Do you suddenly have a desire to become intimately acquainted with         the hospital?            What on earth were you thinking, Thompson?”

[mxverik-blog]

“I’m a mess right now inside out.”

              She imagined his evenings at the office would have continued                  unnoticed if only she hadn’t decided to grab a case or two to look                  over on her way home. But as she stood there in the dimness of                  the bullpen it was impossible not to notice the lamplight spilling                  out of the Chief’s open door.

                 All intentions of walking to her desk and back abandoned, Peggy                  found herself instead peering around the office doorframe to see                  Jack at his desk, papers strewn across the surface and some                  haphazardly fluttering off the edge to the floor. His jacket was slung                  over the back of his chair, his shirt cuffs rolled up and tie tugged                  undone around his neck. He had one hand cradling his head and a                  few fingers of bourbon by his elbow, which seemed quite untouched                  and he didn’t seem drunk. Peggy contemplated if that might be a                  worse rather than better sign.                           “            You ok, Thompson?” was tumbling out of her mouth                                                                             before she could stop herself.

                 Despite everything, his reply brought a soft smile to her lips. Every                 now and then it did occur to her to wonder if Jack Thompson was                 sometimes harder on himself than any of his colleagues; — even                 perhaps Daniel. As she stepped forward, scooping up wayward                 files as she went and placing them gently on the edge of the desk,                 he busied himself by shuffling the papers closest to him into a                 semi-neat pile, preparing to laugh it all off and pretend he was just                 peachy with a charming smile. 

                                       Until her hand came to rest comfortingly on                                         his shoulder and his tired gaze met hers.

           “Give yourself some credit.”

                 Her voice was soft in its sincerity.

                                                              “——— You’re a good agent, Jack.                                                                           And a good man,                                                                                   if you’d let yourself be.”

[the-blackest-spider]

"Did you kill him?"

“I’m sorry?” The redhead blinked perplexed. Though she might’vekilled someone, but asking this man to be more specific probably wasn’t a goodidea.

[marred-saudade-archived]

Send ♣ for a drunk message

{blow up bucky’s phone}

thompsxn

{text: cutie in suspenders} Jaaaaack. We should—have sex on your desk. Butttt with your tie on.

[warcompass-archive]

( x ) - thompsxn

     ❝ ...um. no you shouldn't.         sorry for confusing you. ❞ 

                   peggy took a deep breath as she lowered her                    hands by her side, trying so hard to hold back                    the tears as she stared at her colleague.

[marred-saudade-archived]

[MSG]:Is there... someone else? [[yassss son]]

{jealously doesn’t look good on you}

thompsxn

{text: cute in suspenders} If you’re referring to Steve, you might want to get your eyes checked. 

[3cforacupofsugar]

*cheek kiss* You have the kissing disease. Pass it along to the first 10 people on your dash.

Angie raised an eyebrow and she stepped away from him. "Aren't you one of the guys who came to my apartment 'bout Peggy?" Her lips curled into an amused smirk. She knew exactly who he was. "Why're you kissin' me?" 

thompsxn

[warcompass-archive]

[text: marge]: what in the world. Marge? [text: marge]: I’m not dead, carter what in the … [text: marge]: you do realize it’s like almost at midnight [text: marge]: you are drunk are you?

[ message - thompson → sent. ] drUNK ME?! [ message - thompson → sent. ] noooooooOOO [ message - thompson → sent. ] i mis s steve thom pson