solby oneshots

too far

i winced quietly as sam rested his head on my arm sat next to me, right on a bruise i'd been given by the prank war. i'd developed a whole collection of them at this point. i'd avoided wearing shorts and short sleeved shirts, just hoodies, jeans and joggers for the past week or two. i slid my arm around his shoulders to avoid him leaning on a bruise, and he snuggled into me, sighing happily. i assumed the others knew that they were giving me bruises, so i didn't say anything about it to anyone. not even sam.
"i'm tired," he yawned, closing his eyes against my chest.
"let's go upstairs then, babe," i chuckled, kissing his forehead.
"mk," he hummed softly, standing up with another yawn. i stretched, clicking a few bones in the process, and started walking upstairs, sam following closely behind me. he sluggishly stripped down to his joggers and flopped onto the bed, looking up at me as i walked over to him. i slid in beside him, wrapping my arms around him.
"i love you," i said softly, him smiling.
"i love you too," he mumbled back, drifting off to sleep.

i woke up to loads of yelling downstairs. well, i thought it was yelling. it was just jake telling me to come downstairs because it was an emergency. i groaned and sat up, sam whining.
"sorry, babe, i'll be back in a minute, jake wants me," i explained, kissing his forehead.
"i'll come down, i need a drink anyway," he yawned, smiling at me. i pressed a quick, gentle kiss to his lips before heading downstairs, jogging down them and barely even blinking. i ran straight into some duct tape and a camera was shoved into my face, corey filming. jake grabbed me and i screamed, aaron wrapping duct tape around my ankles and wrists.
"sam! help!" i yelled with a laugh, tape being plastered over my mouth.
"take him upstairs!" corey yelled, pointing his finger towards the stairs. jake took me to the bottom of the stairs.
"you're gonna have to hop," he laughed, grinning. i shook my head, unable to speak due to the tape covering my mouth.
"just see if you can do it, colby," aaron laughed, watching. i shook my head again, knowing i'd just fall and get more bruises.
"if you don't do it we'll push you in the pool," jake laughed again. i pushed at the tape with my tongue, trying my best to push it off. it worked, and i got the tape off.
"i'll fall down the stairs bro. and i'll down if you throw me in the pool, dumbass," i explained, rolling my eyes.
"if you fall down it'll just be funny, you'll be fine. do it for the views," jake raised his eyebrows. i sighed and prepared myself to hop, making it up the first few steps.
"how the fuck is he doing that," corey laughed, still recording. just as i hopped, i heard sam coming up the stairs and i lost my balance, my body slamming against the steps.
"fuck, oh, fuck," i groaned in pain, sam running down to check on me. my ribs felt like they'd been snapped in half, and i felt tears streaming down my cheeks.
"what the fuck did you guys do to him?" he gasped, helping me sit at the top of the steps and take off the duct tape. i winced and put a hand to my chest where i was in pain, sniffling. sam had already shooed the others away as he fussed over me.
"i'm fine, ah, b-babe," i winced as he tried to pull my hoodie up and i pushed it back down, wiping away tears.
"why won't you show me?" he asked, trying again.
"it's nothing, i-i'm ok," i held the hem of my jumper down, ensuring he couldn't get to it.
"colbs, show me," he said sadly, placing his hand gently over mine. i took my jumper off with a sigh, showing him the bruises i had all over me.
"how did you get these?" he said quietly, looking at them.
"all of these stupid fucking pranks, it's always me that gets hurt," i muttered, looking at my ribs where it hurt and sniffling.
"how did i not notice?" he spoke almost inaudibly, looking down at his hands, "c'mon, let's go look at these upstairs."
"i'm sorry i didn't tell you," i mumbled, standing up with a wince.
"it's ok, i'm glad you did now. i'm gonna fucking kill the roommates," he sighed, letting me slide onto the countertop in our bathroom.
"is there any others i can't see?" he asked in a concerned tone. i sniffled again and wiped away a tear, pulling my joggers up to show the ones on my shins.
"colbs," he said sadly, pulling me into a careful hug.
"i'm sorry," i sobbed softly, dampening his chest.
"it's ok, don't cry. i love you, no matter how many bruises you have. i'm gonna go yell at the others, and i'll be back, ok?" he kissed my forehead softly and i chuckled, nodding. i was so glad i had sam - he always knew how to make me feel better.

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