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“Hey!” Sam exclaims as you get in the car, grinning brightly at you. He had come to pick you up from work, the Impala’s rumble a welcome sound.
“Hi,” you sigh and set your bag in your lap with a huff.
“Rough day?” he asks, a sympathetic smile gracing his lips as he begins driving back to your shared apartment.
“Yeah,” you start, “my boss is being a total douche lately. Yells at everyone for no fuckin’ reason. Says I’m not putting enough effort in.”
“Damn. Sounds rough,” Sam says and reaches across the seat to pull your hand into his. “Well, have no fear. I have popcorn and a movie waiting at home.” He turns to look at you, flashing another smile. This time, you can’t help but smile back and squeeze his ginormous hand.
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“God, this movie is really cheesy, Sam,” you laugh and take another piece of popcorn. “Why’d you pick it? Aren’t you supposed to be the cultured brother?” you ask with a raised eyebrow.
“Who said that?” Sam chuckles and wraps his arm around your shoulders, taking some popcorn as well. “I just figured it’d be so cheesy, it might be good. Y’know, kinda like those parody movies. Sometimes they’re so cheesy they actually come out funny.”
“Yeah, yeah. Excuses,” you tease and throw a piece of popcorn at him. It lands on his shirt and he throws it right back at you with a hearty laugh.
“Whatever, you love me,” he purrs and kisses your cheek, stroking through your hair with his free hand.
“That’s true,” you say and relax into his touch, body melting like butter against the warm, solid, wall of muscle next to you.
“If your boss can’t see how truly gifted you are with your writing, I don’t think he even deserves to be a boss at all,” Sam whispers, movie forgotten, his hazel eyes glued to your own. Your cheeks flush and you lightheartedly slap his chest.
“N’aw, stop that,” you say with a smile.
“No, I mean it, Y/N,” Sam persists, setting the giant, pink bowl of popcorn down onto the coffee table to turn his body more towards yours. “Everything you write comes out magical and perfect. Plus, don’t you get your article quota in by the end of the day, anyway?” he asks and you nod. “See? You’re doing what you’re getting paid to do and doin’ a damn good job, too.” Sam leans in and pecks your lips, moving his hand from your hair to your cheek. His palm rests large and heavy on your pink cheek and it calms something inside you even further. You kiss back slowly and can feel his smile through the kiss.
“Love you,” you murmur against his lips before he pulls back to bring you closer.
“Love you, too, Y/N,” he replies and grins, picking up the popcorn bowl to set between you both. “Now, let’s continue to watch this cheesy movie because, you know what? The plotline is actually deeper than it seems.”
“Oh, shut up,” you groan but smile warmly, feeding him a piece of popcorn.
The rest of the night continues in companionable silence, occasional laughter from whatever stupid thing the main character was doing.
You both retire to the bedroom after the movie, your body lugging behind him with fatigue.
“So tired,” you grumble and fall into the bed, yawning loudly.
“Me, too,” Sam says and plops down beside you, pulling the covers up before grabbing your waist and pulling you up against him. “Nothing is better than going to sleep at night with you wrapped in my arms.”
“So much sap, you might as well be a tree,” you joke, but he knows you appreciate the words. Sam isn’t always vocal with his love, but he knows when you need the reassurance. Sam drapes his arm over your side and plays with your hair.
“I love you,” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“I love you, too,” you reply and smile tiredly, stretching up the small distance to lock your lips against his for a brief kiss. “G’night.”
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he says and tightens his hold around you like you’re the most important thing in the world and he doesn’t want to ever lose you.