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Sam x Reader fluff

You find Sam in one of the bunker's quieter rooms, folded into the corner of an old couch with a paperback in one hand and his socked feet propped on the coffee table. The lamp behind him throws a warm circle of light. The rest of the room is soft shadow.

You appear in the doorway.

"Can I sit in your lap?"

He looks up and spreads his arms wide in answer, book still in one hand, making space.

You climb in like you've done it a hundred times, though your heart still does a stupid little flip when his arm wraps around your waist. You arrange yourself against him, tucking your knees up, cheek pressed to his shoulder, one hand curled in the soft fabric of his shirt.

He kisses your hair, pulls the book back in, and resumes reading.

His shoulder is warm under your cheek, his breathing slow and even, and after a while you stop tracking it consciously. he bunker hums around you, distant and low, but here, tucked against him, everything feels smaller. Safer.

Your eyes drift shut. The hand curled in his shirt goes slack and falls.

Every now and then the arm around you lifts to turn a page, then settles back.

After a while he shifts, just enough to press his lips to your hair, his hand gentle on the side of your head. "Still with me?"

"Mmm."

He smiles and settles his arm back around your waist.

Just in case.