trust || loyalty

01.    ——   the great gatsby 02.    ——   the rocky horror picture show 03.    ——   moulin rouge 04.    ——   the dark knight 05.    ——   repo! the genetic opera 06.    ——   the greatest showman 07.    ——   the prince of egypt

tagged by: stolen from @hollowdevil

SEND 💋 TO STRAIGHT UP KISS MY MUSE!

the bar had closed about an hour ago, but Sam wasn’t ready to go home when 2am rolled around. he was just having a rough go of it lately -- plus the air from the night was still warm, if not a little muggy. he could handle it. especially with the company that he was keeping that early morning. he’d met Karen a couple time prior to tonight, and he was happy to have run into her outside the pub when he was stepping out. they’d got to talking. Sam had got to leaning against the brick wall behind him and eventually it led to the both of them seated on the ground against the wall -- Sam’s suit jacket place under the blonde, so as to not get her outfit dirty. Sam drank from his flask, offered it to her a few times, and they chatted so easily he didn’t even notice the passage of time.

or how much closer they’d got to one another as they spoke.

there’s a pause after some laughter, and Sam’s sure he’s seen this exact scene in some romance film on tv one time. the laugh that trailed off after a poor joke he drunkenly managed to spit out. the way she tucked blonde strands behind her ear. the way he lets his gaze wander the length of her before settling on her face once more, now much closer than he remembered it being before. the shared breath -- and then a kiss. gentle and tentative, as though maybe it’s something that’s forbidden. like if they were to get caught, one or both of them might get into some trouble. it thrills him. sends a shiver up his spine, and he tilts his head into the kiss for a brief moment. then it stops. she pulls away; stares him down with baby blues and she reminds him of a curious fawn at that moment. he’s seen this part in movies too.

Send  “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

another day of annoying the shit out of Dinah. in retrospect, she deserved it. she had promised to bring him a coffee that morning and had forgotten the whipped cream. how dare she do something so utterly vile as to forget to ask for whipped cream? well, it wouldn’t do at all, and Sam was making damn sure that she understood the consequences. which wasn’t really anything aside from hanging around in her office and sighing a lot and holding back chuckles as she shot him death glares from across the room. he was about to whine next - claim how much better his day would be if only he had had coffee with whipped cream in it - when his phone lights up in his hand. the agent leans back on one of the office chairs lazily, legs kicked up onto the arm of the chair as he slides his phone open and clicks on his notifications.

the name is what strikes him as odd. he can’t for the life of him think of a reason why Billy of all people would be sending him a text. let alone one that contained a photo. a few things flash in a second -- he thinks maybe the photo could be a new room at Anvil, and maybe he’s going to brag about something to do with it. maybe it’s a photo of himself holding a stack of cash with dolce and gabanna sunglasses perched on his nose and his free hand giving the middle finger. maybe it was a photo of his -- Sam nearly chokes on his own spit, sitting up quickly in his seat and dropping the phone in his lap. what the fuck? when Sam had mentioned offhandedly that he wanted something exciting to happen soon, he didn’t necessarily mean a photo of Billy’s little Russo on display. he waves Dinah off as she glances his way, though makes no attempt to get up to save his ass. what if he’d choked to death!

[ SMS: Bitchboy ] If this is your way of inviting me over for drinks, I have two requests

Sam shifts into a more comfortable position, glancing up at Dinah once to make sure she isn’t paying him any mind, before continuing his thoughts.

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it’s a typical boring workday thus far, so Sam was actually thrilled to need something as simple as a refill of his coffee. he excuses himself from the shared office, making his way toward the break room in the back. lingering for a bit, hands on his hips and a sigh puffing from his cheeks as he stared blankly at the cupboards and coffee pot respectively, the only thing to pull him out of this dissociated reverie was the vibration of his phone in his pocket. the agent glances down at his pocket briefly, pulling the phone from it after a moment and checking his notifications. a photo. from Dinah? she’d been locked away in her office all day. probably a photo of all the folders on her desk. or an empty coffee cup as a hint to get her a refill while he refilled his own. maybe scattered photos on her desk of breasts -- what? wait. something wasn’t right here.

Sam glances over his shoulder quickly to make certain he’s alone in the room before staring down at his phone once more. really taking it in at face value. or rather, breast value. as there was obviously a crystal clear photo of Dinah’s breasts on the screen of his phone right now. he swallows thickly, allowing himself a moment of two more before finally lifting his other hand to type out a rushed text.

[ SMS: Dino like the dinosaur ] Is it my birthday today?

he stares at the text, thumb pad hovering over the SEND button. should he ignore it? should he just pretend this never happened, because although he had flirted and he thinks she’s probably flirted back when she wasn’t chewing him out for something -- or maybe that was her form of flirting, and that actually made Sam feel better about this whole little situation he’d found himself in. he clears his throat, finally clicking send and leaning his hip against the edge of the counter.

[ SMS: Dino like the dinosaur ] You’re kind of taking casual Friday to a new extreme [ SMS: Dino like the dinosaur ] I like it. You should come out and show me the rest of your outfit