#romantic solby

[yarivoi]

May 1st

honey — romantic solby — wc: 209 — @sam-and-colby-microfics 

Sam had never been one for pet names. Well, no, let him rephrase it — he didn’t exactly like getting called pet names. For some reason, it’d always made him smile awkwardly, hoping the other side was going to get the hint and not do it again. He did have a name for a reason, after all. 

But his life has been changing in ways he could barely comprehend these days. First of all, who would’ve ever expected for him to start dating Colby? Well, apparently, everyone on the internet, but that was beside the point. And one thing about his best friend (boyfriend, but also best friend) was that he loved using pet names — he knew that little fact about the other man whenever they talked about previous relationships. 

So, it shouldn’t have been that surprising when it happened. 

“Honey? Did you see—” Colby froze in the middle of step, blinking slowly. “I’m… so sorry.”

Sam stared at Colby for a long moment, repeating the word in his brain over and over again, before he finally smiled — actually smiled. “Yeah? What are you looking for?” 

Maybe the problem weren’t the pet names, maybe it was the fact that it wasn’t Colby who was saying them until that very moment. 

(yes i know i haven't finished april prompts but google docs have decided to not save the last few things i wrote so i have to get my motivation back to write it again)

[mareevee]

They don’t know about the… (I-love-yous)

He paused for a second. His voice dropped suddenly before admitting, “but I liked it.” That part was harder to say. Like admitting it made it more real, but so wrong at the same time. His chest ached at that thought. “I can’t like it,” he whispered. “I’m not supposed to.”

or

After an accidental kiss, Colby realizes he has feelings for Sam.

[Ao3]

[qprsolby]

April 18th | Stream | 362 words

One-sided Implied Romantic Teen Solby @sam-and-colby-microfics

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There’s a small stream in the forest by the warehouse.

Not many people know it’s there, not unless you were some dumb kid who constantly frequents the place. It’s not far, just a little ways away from the train tracks that almost divide the state lines. It nearly disappears in the summertime, but in April, when it rains, you can hear it.

The water beneath their shoes splashes.

“I don’t think it’s real dude, I think we’d know if there was another building around.” Sam states, but he follows Colby’s lead anyway.

“It’s not really another building though, it’s kind of like,” Colby pauses in his stride, squinting at the trees. “A dump site from pieces of the warehouse, and trust me. I know it’s real.”

“How do you know?” Sam continues walking behind Colby as he turns left.

“I took a girl here once.” Colby absentmindedly says, fingers brushing against bark.

“Only you would do something like that,” Sam deadpans, putting his hands in his pockets. He glances around, noticing the more overgrown moss and foliage. Seconds later, they come to a clearing.

In the middle, just to the left of the stream they’ve been following, is a mess of concrete full of color. It’s lined with high quality graffiti.

Across the surface, in blue and pink, reads—

“You are my favorite adventure?” Sam blinks. “Is that why you took her here, for the cheesy graffiti?” Colby sheepishly smiles, saying nothing as he climbs onto the concrete to sit on top. He silently invites Sam to do the same, so the blond easily lifts himself, sitting next to Colby. 

It’s peaceful, sitting in the clearing with just enough sun. Hearing the stream run past, the breeze rustling the trees, the ambiance of the forest. Sam’s feet dangle, swinging where he sits.

“It’s pretty cool.” Sam admits.

“Cool.” Colby replies. They both have their hands braced against the rough surface, pinky fingers only a breath from touching. Sam looks over at Colby, finding the teen staring at his own shoes.

“Thanks for taking me here.” Sam continues. He sees a small smile quirk on Colby’s lips before he responds, voice quiet.

“Yeah.”

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[sam-and-colby-microfics]

April prompts

Posting the prompts a little bit early, just so people have time to find this blog and maybe prepare something in advance!

General rules here

Have fun!

[yarivoi]

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.

@insert-random-user-here

[mareevee]

okay, hear me out.

established romance solby, but colby is having religious guilt thoughts and sam hits him with, “do you think loving me wrong?”

[mareevee]

Day 1- Angels and Demons

@solby-week-2026

Just a cute little image I made, nothing else.

Didn’t want to feel left out, so I took day one and made this ^^

(Also, are demons and devils the same? I made colby more devil-y, but I think there’s no major difference)

[yarivoi]

April 8th

rain — romantic solby — wc: 284  — @sam-and-colby-microfics 

Realistically, Sam knew that Colby was the biggest romantic that had ever walked this Earth. It wasn’t exactly a secret, either — ever since they were teenagers, Colby had always been the one to charm his date with little gifts, always finding the right thing to say to make the other person swoon.

But, truth be told, he had never expected this to happen. 

Once they rushed from the woods back to the house they were investigating, they were both completely soaked from the sudden storm — not a single thread of their clothes had stayed dry. The camera and the REM-pod stayed, thankfully, completely untouched, since they shield the electronics with their bodies from the rain.

“Fuck, dude,” huffed Sam, putting the camera and the REM-pod on a nearby table. 

Colby stayed perched on the front porch, watching the rain intensely and not speaking at all. 

Sam carefully stepped closer, putting a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Colby?” 

Finally, Colby looked over his shoulder, a wide smile stretching across his face. “Come dance with me,” he said, already dragging Sam by his hand. 

“It’s raining!” blurted out Sam, ignoring the yelp he made, as Colby tugged him forward. 

“And what?” asked Colby through a fit of giggles, already putting one hand on Sam’s waist, his other hand still holding onto his. 

Sam only scoffed, shaking his head, but he smiled, nonetheless. He let his boyfriend guide the dance, as the other man hummed an off-key tune. He couldn’t help, but laugh, throwing his head back, letting the raindrops fall on his face. 

Once they got inevitably sick, Sam was going to smack Colby over the head. But that was a problem for a future him.