My First Imagine Has Been Published For A Few Days Now, I Hope Whoever’s Read It That It Was Up To

The snc fandom…

The Twitter side of the snc fandom is truly why I don’t consider myself “part of the fandom”. I’ve never seen a group of fans complain and dog SO DAMN MUCH on the same people they claim to be fans of, it’s kind of insane. That also includes any and every person they hang out with.

Y’all do not know these men. Being a fan doesn’t give you the right to act entitled to every aspect of their personal lives and their reasoning behind everything they do outside of social media and their jobs. “These girls are corrupting Sam and Colby! They are being used and they have no idea!” Please, respectfully, shut the fuck up! They are GROWN ASS MEN. They can think and act for themselves.

These deep dives into their supposed personal struggles and issues are very bizarre and is giving unhealthy parasocial relationship. Some of you spend way too much time and energy psychoanalyzing what the boys do. I promise, you’d be much less stressed and angry if you just didn’t care so fucking much. Because they do not owe us anything. They can and will do whatever they want in their lives and that’s NONE OF OUR BUSINESS.

I’m just getting real tired of the entitled energy, the anger, the constant shit talking. Like, god damn.

HELLO!

I’m so sorry I’ve been kinda MIA. I tend to fall back from social media when I’m going through stressful shit, but I promise I’m not abandoning this by any means. I’ve got two fics in the works right now, per request, but you are more than free to send in more suggestions! I love getting them. It makes me more motivated to write. 🖤

I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a bit! I had some rl issues I had to deal with, but I’ll be back with a new imagine soon, I PROMISE.

I loveeeeee your writing! I was wondering if you could write Colby helping y/n through a panic attack. Whether it’s something that happens during an investigation or something different. Maybe they are very sensitive and emotional and something pushes them over the edge. Just anything you want ❤️ you are the best. I have a hard time finding good Colby writing and yours is amazing!

I’d love to write this for you! I’m sorry if I’m responding to this a bit late, life has thrown some curve balls lately, but I’m still here! Thank you for being so sweet, oh my god. I can get a little self conscious about my writing sometimes but I’m so glad you like it! 🖤

Love to se another Colby enthusiast here! 🥰 I've read your first imagine and loved it! Keep up the good work 🤍

Thank you so much! Pls I love that boy way too much. I’ve got another imagine in the works, so don’t worry 🩷

Seeing him this happy 🥹🤧

colby in love is my favorite version of colby.

Y/N: *does something cute*

Colby, under his breath: I'm in love with you

Y/N: What was that?

Colby: I said I'M SELLING YOU TO THE ZOO

I AM SO SORRY I DISAPPEARED.

I was dealing with some things that were affecting my rl safety and that took precedence over other things. But I am STILL HERE and fully ready to get back into this.

𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑳𝒀.

#request: colby and reader go on their very first official date.

no warnings, no explicit content. just lots and lots of tension and fluff!

This wasn’t something you’d been expecting. Least from Colby most of all. You’d met a while back through mutual friends and the more you got to know him, the more you became infatuated. But you’d always deemed it impossible. Unreachable. Unattainable. You’d seen a few other women come and go and knew, even though it was never explicitly stated, that they were there for Colby.

It’s not like you had any right to be jealous or upset. You two were friends, nothing more. So when he randomly asked you out on a date the other night while the two of you lounged lazily on the sofa — not even glancing up from his phone as he spoke, you were left feeling like a deer in headlights.

It was completely out of left field, especially considering he’d never actually flirted with you. Not once, at least that you could recall.

But to say you were nervous would be a massive understatement. You could feel your hands trembling as you fought to get your eyeliner to match. Your heart pounded like a chorus of drums as you searched through your closet for the perfect outfit. Your stomach twisted in knots as that one little text message pinged on your phone.

i’m outside x

Oh god, just don’t throw up. Don’t throw up.

You took in a heavy, shaky breath of air as you snatched your keys and headed for the front door. Pulling it closed behind you as you stepped out into the cool Las Vegas air.

His car was parked near the far end of the driveway, the shadow of his frame visible from where you stood and you could already feel a lump forming in the back of your throat. It wasn’t a negative feeling, by any means. But you were still incredibly taken aback. Stunned. All of it was so out of left field, you thought maybe this was some cruel dream and you’d wake up any minute now.

This was your friend, for crying out loud. Your FRIEND, Colby Brock. Someone you hung out with on a regular basis. Why did you suddenly feel so nervous just from the mere thought of getting in the car with him? Sitting so dangerously close; why did that make your heart skip a beat as if you’ve never been in the car with him plenty of times before?

You reached out and pulled the passenger car door open, sliding in with a smile that you hoped wouldn’t give away just how flustered you actually were. Colby’s smile seemed to match yours, though, wide and bright.

“There she is!” He chimed as he turned his attention more towards you, head on, one hand still perched on the steering wheel.

You didn’t realize just how shaky you actually were until you reached to pull the seat belt across your chest and lock it in, letting out a soft giggle in an attempt to mask it the best you could.

Colby visibly trailed his gaze from your face down the length of your frame, and back up again. Not even trying to hide it. “You look pretty.”

The weight of his eyes on you had the heat pooling beneath the skin of your cheeks, painting them bright pink. This was such a stark contrast to how he usually interacted with you and it was throwing you for a loop.

“Thank you,” you mumbled softly, biting down on your lower lip. “You look really nice too.”

He looked incredibly good — dressed clad in his faux leather black pants with that silver chain dangling from his hip, and a black t-shirt with a spider web design intricately displayed across the front. Colby was probably the most handsome boy you’d ever met, but you’d never openly admitted that anyone. Not even yourself, entirely.

You blinked, shifting in your seat a little bit as you watched him turn back towards the wheel. Switching the gear from park to drive and pulling out onto the road with a swift maneuver. “So, where are we going exactly?”

Colby kept his eyes on the road even as he curled his lips up into a smirk.

“Remember when you told me not that long ago, that you thought for sure you’d be able to beat me at Mario kart?”

You narrowed your eyes and gave a slow nod of your head, clasping your hands together in your lap. “Yeah, I remember. Why?”

He shot you a quick glance, a mischievous one, before focusing back on the road ahead of him.

“Figured I’d put that theory to the test,” Colby spoke as he reached to switch his blinker on, turning into a large parking lot as he couldn’t help but to chuckle.

Before you even had the opportunity to ask what he meant, your eyes landed on the large building in front of you and that’s when it clicked in your head.

You raised your brows as a smile tugged at your features. “Dave & Busters?!”

Colby couldn’t hide the faint blush painting his cheeks even if he tried, flashing a sheepish smile as he nodded his head.

“Yeah, why not?” You didn’t even register the way he reached his hand out and hooked his index finger right underneath your chin, leaning in so he was closer than before. “Come on, show me what you got.”

Was he trying to kill you or what? Because god, you were already seconds away from death at this point. Both of you got out of the car and walked inside, paying for two game cards that would allow you to play as many games as you wanted for at least an hour.

You were immediately pulled over towards skeeball, waving your hands up in defeat before you’d even started. You and balls? Definitely didn’t go hand in hand. Pun not entirely intended. Colby rolled his eyes and gripped your wrist, placing you right in front of him as he scanned his card in the machine.

“I’m terrible at these!”

Colby merely chuckled and you immediately felt the warm puff of his breath against the back of your neck, sending a shiver shooting up your spine. “Just aim down the middle, and throw it hard.”

You were hesitant, but grabbed one of the heavy metal balls anyway. A larger hand seemed to wrap around yours and help guide your arm back, cheeks flushing bright red as he gave a quick push and you threw the ball forward. It rolled and rolled and only ended up landed in the 10 point slot, but that was still significantly better than you’d been expecting of yourself.

“See? There you go!” He cheered you on, stepping to the side so he could grab a ball himself and aim it down the middle of the ramp.

Your eyes followed as it tilted upward and landed in the 20 point slot, earning a wide grin and an enthusiastic clap from Colby. It wasn’t long before you were whisked away to another game — this time it was Mario kart. The one he’d brought you here for to begin with.

You climbed into the seat next to him, watched him scan the card once more, and immediately went to pick your favorite character — Princess Daisy. Colby seemed to go for king boo, which was extremely fitting, and you couldn’t help but to smile.

“You’re going down, Brock,” you egged him on as you decided to be a little bit bold and flash him a quick wink.

It definitely didn’t go unnoticed, because you saw the faint glow of red flush to his cheeks and you hoped to god it was because of you and not the arcade lights hanging from above.

Colby rolled his eyes and pressed the start button, hands gripping the fake steering wheel tightly. “We’ll see about that, pretty girl.”

You were so caught up in the whirlwind of butterflies swarming your stomach that you didn’t even realize the race had already started, blinking furiously as you quickly hit the gas pedal and tried to catch up.

“Fuck!”

Colby let out a loud laugh as he twisted and turned the steering wheel in every which direction he could, fighting to maintain his spot in first place. You were definitely struggling, but you were slowly gaining traction and getting closer to closer to Colby, eventually ending up right on his tail on the third and final lap of the race.

Colby quickly looked over, panic written across his face. “No no no!”

You both were so damn close to the finish line, wheel to wheel at this point, and within the last second you were able to cross that line within an inch of him. Immediately throwing your hands up in celebration.

“HA! I got you, I got you!”

Colby let his head fall back against the chair, a defeated little sigh escaping from the back of his throat before he turned to look at you, smiling sheepishly. And truly, it was the cutest smile you’d ever seen. He was so pretty, so cute, so —

He had pushed himself up from his seat and leaned forward, hand resting on the back of yours so he could balance himself and not completely crush your underneath him. It took you a second to fully register what was happening when you felt soft, gentle lips press against your own in a sudden kiss. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and your heart pounded so fast, you thought for certain it was going to burst right out of your chest.

You could even feel him smiling against your mouth and the sound that rumbled from deep within him — the lowest, most subtle hum, had you seeing stars. He tasted absolutely heavenly, too.

Just as quickly as it had happened, it was over. You swallowed, unable to get yourself to speak as you stared wide eyed back at Colby. He reached his free hand down and lightly swiped the pad of his thumb across your lower lip, eventually standing back up straight and stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“The food’s kind of overpriced here. How about we head back to the house and order in some pizza? Sound good?”

“I —” it was impossible not to stutter. You were dazed and confused in the best fucking way. And he knew it, too. “Yeah, actually. I like that idea.”

You had gone back home with Colby many times before. Many nights were spend at the Vegas house with him and Sam. But there had always been other friends, other girls. This time, though, this invitation felt so different to any of those other nights. Because there was no way you were going back as just friends. Not anymore.

And you were completely and totally cool with that.