#wiredeye

[armayes]

I am so fucking focused on samicolin i just mistook a jmart fanart for a samicolin one and i was like :O

but nope other doomed gays.

to be fair, both ships include

-eye associated brown twig man

-bulky ginger with glasses who may or may not have a beard

[crying-pan420]

Love Alice and Sam and the grumpy angry people they have crushes on

[faultyvessel]

Saw someone tag Sam and Colin ship as wired eye and I’m so sad I didn’t see that until now because it’s delightful

[shipping-nexus]

Ship names for Samama Khalid x Colin Becher

Samicolin

Samcolin

Bech and Khal

Wiredeye

These characters are from the horror fiction podcast, The Magnus Protocol

[collinbecher]

Sam isn’t ok

He’s lying and deflecting

IM TRYING TO FIND HIM

[armayes]

I wish there were more people who shipped samicolin TvT

[armayes]

We'll be the only song we ever want to hum

Mornings, and what they bring Read now on ao3!

COFFEE

Not an alcoholic drink, but necessary for survival

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Sam groaned, squinting at the light coming in through the blinds in his room, lighting up the small space. He didn't care what time it was, it was far too early, and he wasn't the only one who shared this opinion.

"Why is it so fucking bright?" Colin grumbled, his arms wrapping around Sam's torso as he promptly hid his face in the crook of his neck.

"Alice got dibs on the room facing away from the sun." he turned slightly, leaning into Colin's warmth. "You're a blanket hog, you know that?"

"Shush." his voice was muffled against his shoulder. "Too early for talking."

"Mmm fair." Sam wrapped his arms around Colin's chest, leaning closer to him. He could hear the Scot's heartbeat, a soft thump, thump, thump in his chest.

The sound was comforting.

He glanced up slightly, trying his best not to move too much as to not disturb Colin, seeing Tommy jump up on the bed. The cat had entered the room before they had gone to sleep and had decided to finally join them.

Colin squinted, wrinkling his nose slightly as Tommy decided that he needed to step on them in order to find a place to sleep. "I think your cat is broken."

Sam shook his head lightly. "He just likes mornings," he reached out, stroking the cat's head.

"Yeah, exactly," he grunted as Tommy plopped down on his chest. "Fuckin' hell."

He laughed, looking at the two of them. "I think he likes you."

"Is tha' what this 'sposed to mean?" Colin vaguely gestured to the grey cat lying on his chest.

Tommy pawed at Colin's face in response.

"Yes, I'm talking 'bout you mate. Off you go," He lifted the cat off his chest, sitting up and setting Tommy on the foot of the bed, where he promptly sat—staring at both of them.

"I think that's an omen," Sam said after a minute, looking back at Colin.

"Well, the omen can wait. 'm going back to sleep," he grumbled, flopping back down on the mattress.

"Well, I'm not letting you take the blanket this time." Sam scooted closer to Colin, pulling the duvet over the both of them.

"Yeah, yeah." he rolled over, wrapping his arms back around Sam.

Tommy pawed at Sam's foot before walking around, standing in front of him.

"He probably wants food," he sighed before sitting up, against Colin's tired protests.

"Can't promise you'll get the duvet when yer back," he grumbled.

"I'll manage." he stood, and Tommy jumped off the edge of the bed and trotted towards the closed door.

Did he close it before bed? He couldn't remember.

Sam opened the door, and the tabby slipped out, his steps silent against the wood. He followed the cat, going into the small kitchen and opening the cupboard with the cat food.

"Little prick's already eaten today."

He turned around, seeing Alice leaning against the wall, stirring her coffee with a spoon. "Really?"

"Yeah. Bugger just wants more food."

Sam gave Tommy a look as the cat jumped onto the counter, looking back at him unapologetically.

He closed the cabinet again, picking up the coffee pot.

"So… You and Colin, huh?"

"Me and Colin what?" he raised an eyebrow, grabbing one of the mugs that was sitting next to the sink. It was clean (probably), and said "My ass is fantastic" on the front.

"Don't play coy, Sammy." she rolled her eyes. "How'd you think Tommy got into your room?"

"…Is that a trick question?"

"I was going to wake you up, so I opened your door and saw you too passed out in your bed. Tommy decided the other half of your bed was free real estate and plopped on down."

Sam frowned. "Wait, when did you get home?"

She shrugged. "An hour or two ago. You really slept in late."

"What time is it?" he sipped his coffee.

"Almost three."

He coughed, almost inhaling his coffee. "I was asleep for thirteen hours?"

"Yep. Also, Colin ended up waking up 'bout an hour ago. Pretty sure he was gonna do the walk of shame out of here." Alice laughed. "I'm guessing he thought I wasn't gonna be here."

Sam glanced into his coffee mug. "Well, I'm glad he didn't."

"I bet." she paused. "You're good for him, Sam. The last guy he dated back in uni… real piece of shit. Really messed him up for a while."

His brow creased, looking back at her. "Really?"

"Mhm. I'm glad he's trying to get back out there. Especially with someone like you."

"You flatter me too much." Sam opened one of the cupboards, pulling out a mug that he was for sure was clean which had a picture of a frog in a party hat on it. "D'you know how he takes his coffee?"

"Not sure if it's the same now, but back in uni it was more creamer than coffee. Not sure if he's the biggest fan of the caffeine, so he just dilutes it with the stuff." Alice finished her coffee. "Don't stay in there too long or I'll have to just assume you two started shagging and have to interrupt with my foghorn."

"Please don't do that." he gave her a look, opening the fridge and pulling out the coffee creamer.

"No promises, Sammy."

He put the creamer and the coffee into the mug, the coffee more of a milky light brown. He picked the mug up, walking back towards his room and nudging the door open with his foot.

Colin had taken full control of the duvet, almost fully burrito-ed in it.

Sam set the mug down on the side table before nudging his shoulder. "Colin."

Nothing.

He nudged a bit harder. "Colin."

"Mmn what." the Scot grumbled.

"I made you coffee."

There was a pause before another disgruntled groan as Colin sat up. "…Thank you."

Sam smiled at him, picking up the mug and handing it to him before walking around to the other side of the bed and sitting next to him. "So, technically, you can't get mad at Tommy for being a morning cat since it's like, 3 pm."

"Christ, really?" he squinted, sipping the coffee.

"Mhm." he sipped his own coffee. "Thirteen hours."

"And I still feel like shite."

Sam laughed slightly. "Yeah. Me too."

[armayes]

I've got too much on my mind

Sam gets punched in the face Read on ao3!

DOUBLE SCOTCH

Two shots of scotch

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"I wan' 'nother double." the man slurred, looking at Sam across the bar, clearly very drunk.

Sam sighed, shaking his head. He didn't know the man personally, only having seen him from time to time. He was a big, rough looking guy, probably apart of one of the nearby construction crews.

"I'm cutting you off, man." he told him, trying to be gentle about it.

"Juss a single then."

He shook his head again. "I'm sorry, I'm not serving you anything else alcoholic. What about water?"

"I wan' a Scotch." he hit his hand against the bar, making Sam jump lightly. Nobody else seemed to notice, the sound not louder than the band playing behind them.

Sam moved to glance behind the man, trying to get a look at where security was. They only had one guy for the pub, the venue not that big. He was currently dealing with another patron, a young, intoxicated guy who was seemingly trying to start a mosh pit in the middle of the pub.

"Look, I'm not serving you any more alcohol. You can stay, but if you keep acting like this, I'm going to have you escorted out."

"It's not tha' harrd, man." the man slurred, his tone a bit more harsh as he stood up. He was notably taller than Sam. "Jus' a scotch. Not. Tha'. Harrd."

Sam glanced behind the man. Security was still busy.

He'd have to take care of it by himself.

He stepped out from behind the bar, looking at the man. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave-"

He felt the man's fist collide with his jaw, his rings cutting into his skin. Sam staggered back, catching himself on the counter. That definitely caught everyone's attention. His vision fuzzed slightly, and he could hear the music come to an abrupt stop as chaos broke out.

He rubbed the side of his jaw, squinting slightly.

"Sam?" he heard Alice, turning his head slightly to see her coming out of the back room. "Christ- what the hell happened?"

"Just a drunk guy causing a scene," he blinked a few times, his vision clearing.

"Are you okay?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Shit, that hurt."

"Oh, yeah, no shit you got punched in the face, Sammy. Let's get you some ice," she herded him to the back room, making him sit on the couch while she got some ice from the fridge.

A minute later, she tossed him a sandwich bag filled with ice, and he pressed it to his jaw. Sam strained his ears slightly, trying to listen to what was going on in the pub. "The music stopped."

She shrugged, pulling out her phone. "Yeah, I guess so. Must've gotten distracted by the commotion from that g-" Alice cut herself off with a snort. "Oh, this is good."

Sam raised an eyebrow at her. "…what is good?"

She walked over, plopping on the sofa next to him before playing a video. It was muted and posted recently, from the looks of it. It was a video of Tiberius playing earlier before coming to an odd stop, a commotion breaking out off camera (which he assumed was from when that guy punched him).

The video was focused on Colin, who had jumped off the stage, wading past people before disappearing from view. Their small stage was only two steps high, but he had fully cleared the steps.

"…Wow."

"He is down bad for you," she snorted, stuffing her phone back into her pocket.

Sam felt his face heat up, even with the ice pack pressed against his jaw. "He is not. Someone got punched in the face, Alice, that does seem to warrant attention from people."

"Yeah, but I doubt he would've jumped off the fucking stage for just anyone else." she was still laughing.

Part of him wanted to believe she was right, that Colin did fancy him that way, but making assumptions like that never got him anywhere.

"Yeah, yeah." he put the ice pack down, moving his jaw slightly and wincing. "That's definitely gonna bruise."

"Don't worry, you can tell the pub patrons the conquests of your dramatic fight with whatshisface."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Ha-ha."

"You'll be the town's hero in no time." she propped her feet up on the armrest, flopping her head into his lap. "I can hear the tales now."

"What you're hearing is the sound of people laughing about that time the bartender made of sticks got punched in the face by a brick wall."

"You said it, not me."