some soft hoodie stealing stuff with sam
this is hella old i’m sorry and i suppose it’s not exactly ‘stealing’
You and Sam stare at each other, frozen in the moment as heat rises to your cheeks and Sam cant help but to raise his eyebrows at you from his spot in the doorframe to his bedroom. You remain awkwardly half crouched, folded sweaters in hand and drawer open in front of you.
“You know i was looking for one of those recently. Didn’t know where it went but at least I know now” Sam breaks first, his semi serious words don’t hide the ‘gotcha’ smile on his lips.
“This isn’t what it looks like i swear” You say, playing guilter than you actually are. This is exactly what it looks like. You’d stolen his sweaters secretively weeks ago, but since then they’d stopped smelling like him. So now you were trying to return them, freshly washed and unseen, although the latter hadn’t worked out how you’d hoped.
Sam lets out a chuckle and takes the top sweater off of the pile in your hands and one of the sweaters from the drawer. He puts on the one from your pile as you put the rest away and tosses you the one from the drawer that fills you with the familiarity and comfort that you’d originally stolen them for.
“All you gotta do is ask”
this is a specialty s/o to @stuckonspidey purely because i think she’ll like it
