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MOODBOARDS ! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Sam Golbach | Colby Brock | Sam and Colby | Solby Requests are open. (<- Send in moodboard themes!)
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MASTERLIST ! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Small Things | 2,506 words | Sam/Colby, Christmas Eve, Love Confessions Platonic/Romantic Microfics QPR Essay
Like Sand On My Feet (1/2)
TW: character death
Read on AO3
June 2nd
Weird - platonic or romantic Solby - @sam-and-colby-microfics
They sat on the floor of the concert hall in the Stanley hotel, silently waiting for some activity. Around the room they had the Rem Pod, Music Box, Flashlights, Cat Balls, and the Spirit Box in front of them.
“If anyone is here with us could you make one of our devices go off?” Sam asked after a minute. He looked over to Colby only to see his friend with his head down, his hands over his eyes as if he were in pain. “You good brother?”
“Yeah. I just got a terrible headache though.” Sam scooted closer and began to massage the man’s head. “Thanks man.”
“No prob. This place is so weird.” He looked around at the equipment only to see that none of it had yet gone off.
“I know right? I’ve felt sick all night but we haven’t caught anything!” He relaxed a bit more in Sam’s arms when suddenly every piece of equipment went off. “HOLY SHIT!” They both jumped up, still hanging on to the other. “This is so weird!” All of the devices shut back off in a smooth wave moving from right to left.
“I know right?!” They stood still, waiting for something else to happen but the devices remained off. “How about we get out of here?” He offered after seeing his friend’s pale face next to him.
“Yeah…That might help. Thanks dude.”
“Always. I love you, Colby.”
“I love you too, Sam.”
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Blindsided - Solby fanfiction
Another small oneshot. Not specifically written for @sam-and-colby-microfics but could work with these two May prompts: May 3 - Past May 9 - Bubble Angst. Pining!Solby.
From The Iced Coffee Hour podcast
Welcome!
Drumrolls, please, because here I come with yet another fun thing for the community brought to you by yours truly ( @yarivoi )
I love fests in fandoms more than anything, and I'm not too sure if it's been done in this fandom before, so, here I am, being the change I want to see
I'm posting early to kinda spread the word, before the sign-ups are officially open!
Timeline and rules under the cut! (a FAQ post will be done once the sign-ups are open, but feel free to send in an ask!)
June prompts
Like always, posting the prompts early, so people can have time to prepare (do not call out the mod on the fact that he has barely caught up with the may prompts, that's just rude /lh)
General rules here
Have fun!
From Reacting to Logan Paul's The Second Verse (Full Video) - Overnight
May 15th
trip — romantic solby — wc: 150 — @sam-and-colby-microfics
teen!solby
Whoever decided to name the word ‘crush’ did a pretty good job, because, oh boy, it sure felt like Colby was getting crushed every single day — crushed by the sheer love he held for Sam.
All the talk about yearning and longing he heard from family members didn’t even come close to all the feelings that were threatening to burst out of his chest. And, no, he wasn’t being dramatic, okay? This was a serious matter.
Oh, but another thing that no one said about having crushes was just how much of an idiot it made a person into. Because, okay, Colby had never been the most eloquent person out there, and he was rather clumsy, he knew all that.
But it sure was embarrassing that just hearing Sam laugh was enough to make him trip over the air.
Colby needed to pull himself together, or so help him God.
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(yes, writing pining!colby is my passion how did you know???)
May 14th
frog — platonic solby — wc: 144 — @sam-and-colby-microfics
They had been staring at the small thing for a minute, maybe two, now, both of them narrowing their eyes.
This tiny frog hopped into their yard seemingly out of nowhere, standing near the edge of the pool, just looking at them. While they stared at it, too, like two idiots.
“I’m gonna catch it,” declared Colby, nodding his head.
Sam frowned, his head snapping to his best friend. “Why would you do that?”
“Because,” dragged out Colby, “if I don’t do it, it’s gonna jump into our pool. Do we want to swim with a frog?”
“Well, it’s not like it’s gonna kill us, no?” quipped Sam with a shrug.
“I wouldn’t be so sure, Sammy,” said Colby, his lips curling up in a smile. “Animals are not your biggest fans, are they, now?”
Sam smacked Colby’s shoulder, rolling his eyes. “Fuck off.”
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(me??? finally posting a silly microfic???? what happened to me???)
May 13th
pond — romantic solby — wc: 172 — @sam-and-colby-microfics
teen!solby
This was not a date — Colby knew that much. It didn’t matter that it was only he and Sam, or even that they were heading to a small pond in the woods, where couples usually went. They were just supposed to hang out, eat some sandwiches Sam’s mom packed for them, and drink the sweetest soda a small corner-store offered.
But Colby let himself pretend, just for a moment. That, finally, he mustered up enough courage to actually ask Sam out on an actual date. That, for once in his life, he wasn’t letting that nagging voice deep inside his head stop him.
“Colby?” asked Sam, his voice gentle. “You good? You kinda… stopped walking?”
He blinked slowly, shaking his head, as if to get rid of the thoughts in his brain altogether. Instead, he forced a smile, willing his body to move forward. “Yeah, dude, all good.”
Maybe, one day, Colby could take Sam out for an actual date. Sometimes in the future, once he wasn’t riddled with so much fear.
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May 12th
smile — platonic solby — wc: 267 — @sam-and-colby-microfics
teen!solby
tw: mentions of a depressive episode
It wasn’t that Sam was depressed, no. Things like that were reserved for people with unfortunate lives — for all the people whose parents didn’t love them, or whose loved ones died, or those that were constantly bullied.
Sam didn’t fit any of the categories, thus why he wasn’t depressed. But some days seemed… bland. Maybe a little gray, almost faded. Sometimes, he was lucky enough and the days passed quickly enough, but there were times when the days turned into weeks. And the weeks turned into months.
It felt like as if there was a physical weight on his shoulders, pulling him down. But Sam pushed through — he dragged himself out of his bed, ignored the haunted look in his eyes, and went to school.
During moments like these, it was much easier to push everyone away, as he became more irritable. He just didn’t have the energy to deal with people, all of them far too demanding. And, yeah, the majority stayed away — who wanted to deal with a guy, who kept pushing everyone away?
Colby, apparently.
Because his best friend didn’t care how many times Sam snapped, or tried to put up his walls as high as possible. Colby found a way around them, reaching his hands out to Sam, as if to physically drag him from the gray cloud that’d been surrounding him.
“You don’t have to do this,” said Sam one day, his voice small.
Colby only turned around with a smile on his face. “I want to,” he replied. “Let me take care of you when you can’t do it yourself, yeah?”
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May 11th
picture — romantic or platonic solby — wc: 303 — @sam-and-colby-microfics
tw: mentions of cancer
Colby wasn’t exactly sure when exactly it’d started, but it became a part of a routine, in a way.
Throughout a random moment of every single day, Sam would take a picture of him. It was usually a candid photo; some of them were rather cute, while some had truly unflattering angles. But they all had one thing in common — Sam never shared any of them with the internet, though, instead opting to keep them for himself.
Huh, strange.
“Why do you keep taking pictures of me?” asked Colby. They were watching some random movie, barely paying attention to the plot, mostly just talking. But when a beat of silence stretched, Colby decided to use this opportunity to finally ask.
Sam squirmed in his spot on the couch, picking on the skin around his nails. “Does it bother you? I can stop,” he answered, not quite meeting Colby’s eyes.
“No, that’s not what I meant,” murmured Colby, scooting closer. “I’m just curious, I guess? You don’t even share them.”
Sam was silent for a moment, biting on his lower lip, before he finally spoke up, “I guess… I just want to have a reminder.”
Colby tilted his head. “Huh?”
“You know,” whispered Sam, pulling his knees to his chest, “that you’re here. Alive. That you did actually get better, and I’m not just having some dream, or whatever.”
The words felt like a physical blow, leaving him completely out of breath. “Oh, Sammy.”
Sam sighed, resting his chin on his knees. “I know, it’s stupid.”
Colby shook his head, wrapping one arm around his best friend’s shoulders, pulling him closer. “No, not stupid in the slightest. Take as many pictures as you want. Any type of reminder you might need… do it, yeah?”
Sam’s lips curled up in a wobbly smile. “Thank you.”
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May 10th
erase — romantic or platonic solby — wc: 148 — @sam-and-colby-microfics
tw: mentions of the prank
Whenever sleep was hard to achieve, the memories flooded his brain.
Listen, Colby had been through this topic over and over again, talked it out with Sam and himself — so many times, too. Sam had told him over and over again that he was fine, that it didn’t bother him anymore, especially not so many years after the prank had happened.
But, on those sleepless nights, Colby could still hear Sam’s screams and sobs, could feel his best friend’d arms wrapping tightly around him. He still remembered tilting Sam’s chin up, trying to show the other man that he was alive.
That it was just a stupid prank.
Colby wished he could’ve erased the memories of that night from both of their minds, making them just a bit lighter. But he knew some sins could never be forgotten — this sin was something he was meant to carry forever.
(i feel like most fics about the prank are from sam's pov so i wanted to spice it up a little)
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May 9th
bubble — romantic or platonic solby — wc: 213 — @sam-and-colby-microfics
At times, Sam could barely believe that Colby was almost in his thirties. He didn’t even mean is an insult, no, it was just… an observation. His best friend could be just a tiny bit childish at times, but man, it’d never failed to put smile on Sam’s face — especially during those days when everything seemed to be falling apart.
Today wasn’t any different.
When Sam walked into the living room, he was greeted by a whole bunch of bubbles, floating around. He blinked slowly, shifting his gaze to his right, only to see Colby holding a bubble blower — one of the old ones that still needed all your lung capacity.
“Why do you have a bubble blower?” asked Sam, even as his lips curled up in a fond smile.
“Because,” began Colby, blowing into a plastic circle, making more bubbles float around, “we need something nice in our lives.”
“Uh-huh,” mumbled Sam, already feeling the fit of giggles that was about to overcome him.
Colby cocked his head in the direction of a coffee table, grinning widely — there was another bubble blower. “Come on! Take it, take it!”
Sam let the fit of giggles of win, already picking up the plastic bubble blower. Who cared they were almost in their thirties, anyway?
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