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Sam and Colby are once again being chased by the police, the only way out is to hide in, of course, the tiniest closet they can find.
Bookmarked by Alchiester
26 Jun 2025
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Won't Let Go of You by Casual_Kas, orphan_account
Fandoms: Sam and Colby, Sam and Colby (YouTube), Sam and Colby (youtubers), Video Blogging RPF
03 Oct 2024
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They did not expect road works on their way back from an investigation. Sam usually switched with Colby in those cases but this time he decided to face his lifelong anxiety of single lane alternating traffic. It would be fine. It all would've been fine.
If only the other driver waited for his turn...
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11 Jun 2025
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FUUUUUCCCCCK HURTSS SO GOOODDDDD I WANNA DIE MY. GOD.
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They were brothers, but even brothers knew they’d have to part one day. So they were lovers, but even lovers broke up. So they were partners, but even marriage ended after death. Even soulmates were not enough when their human bodies couldn’t bear to part.
So what, then? What is left, besides everything?
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Sam & Colby Oneshots by WhiteWolf (StargateFic)
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Sam and Colby
31 Aug 2025
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A collection of Sam/Colby unrelated oneshots, mostly fluff and light angst. Slow updates.
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10 Jun 2025
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I'M STILL GRINING LIKE AN IDIOT GOT STRIKED BY A LOVE THUNDER
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This was… not a pillow.
This was a chest.
His head was on Sam’s chest.
Colby inhaled sharply, his entire body freezing in slow motion. He could feel the weight of the arm around his back, the warmth pressed into his cheek, the steady rise and fall of Sam’s breath beneath him.
Nope.
Nope.
This was not good.
He knew he had shifted in his sleep, sure—but this?
This was a crime.
Colby didn’t dare look up, but the dread was already pooling in his chest like a storm cloud. Sam hated when people invaded his space—especially on trips. Especially when they were trying to sleep.
And here he was. Leeching warmth. Clutching Sam’s shirt like some clingy rom-com character.
Oh he was so doomed…