#traphouse 2.0

[xthewhiteravenx]

TRAP HOUSE AU [movies & tv shows] – The Old Guard

It started the moment a bullet ripped through Xepher’s chest, her heart coming to a stop. 

The world around her faded as she succumbed to death's embrace. According to the EMTs, she had been clinically dead for a full six minutes before she came back to life. However, within those six minutes, Xepher found herself in a realm that existed beyond the confines of the ambulance.

"SAM!" The name echoed through her consciousness as she turned her head.

"COLBY!" Another name reverberated, distant yet unmistakable.

In an instant, her surroundings were bathed in a vibrant orange glow. She stood within an expansive desert, where scorching winds whipped up columns of sand. Confusion gripped her as she grappled to make sense of this surreal landscape. A glance downward revealed attire she didn't recognize—strange, advanced combat gear unlike anything she had ever seen.

Across the desert expanse, two figures emerged. Sam Golbach and Colby Brock were running toward her, the very individuals whose names had resounded in her mind earlier. Their expressions held a mixture of astonishment and familiarity, mirroring the complex emotions within her.

"Xepher, this is real. You're seeing what we're seeing," Sam's voice carried hope tinged with certainty. "It's happening, even though it feels unreal."

Colby reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, “You need to calm down, Xepher. We will find you.”

Xepher nodded, her thoughts racing. "I was shot. I should be... I should be dead, Colby."

The intensity of the orange light intensified, casting long shadows upon the sandy terrain. As they exchanged puzzled glances, a distant rumble filled the air, growing steadily louder. Something was approaching.

A colossal sandstorm emerged on the horizon, a swirling maelstrom of chaos and devastation. The ground quaked beneath their feet as the tempest consumed everything in its path. Xepher's instincts kicked in. "We need cover—now!"

Together, they sprinted toward a cluster of rocky formations that promised some refuge. The sandstorm closed in, visibility reduced to near-zero. Huddled behind the rocks, they clung to each other as the tempest raged, a force of nature unlike any they'd encountered.

Amidst the heart of the storm, Xepher's mind was bombarded by a montage of images—centuries of battles, faces of comrades lost to time, and the sensation of never truly meeting the end. She realized that her return from death was no ordinary occurrence; it was something profound, linking her, Sam, and Colby across the tapestry of time.

In a vision that felt both real and distant, Xepher found herself amidst the opulence of the Italian Renaissance. The scene unfolded like a memory, or perhaps a dream. She watched as Sam Golbach and Colby Brock appeared in an elegant garden, under the gentle light of the setting sun. Sam's voice held a fondness that transcended time.

"Colby, you have an uncanny way of capturing beauty that rivals the finest artists."

Colby's smile held a touch of mischief as he leaned in closer. Their tunics mixed till Xepher was unsure who belonged to who, "Only because I have the most inspiring subject."

Their hands found each other, fingers intertwining with a familiarity that suggested an intimacy borne of more than just companionship. The unspoken connection between them was palpable, charged with an underlying depth that hinted at a romantic relationship.

As the sandstorm gradually abated, Xepher returned to her mind and the environment transformed once more. The vibrant orange light dimmed, revealing their original surroundings—the interior of the ambulance. The rhythmic beeping of medical instruments filled the air, and Xepher blinked in disbelief.

Even though Sam and Colby were not with her, Xepher could feel their presence along with many more who felt like echoing's across other life times. While she could parse out her short life, theirs were longer and so deeply entwined that they might as well have been hers as well. She shared a profound realization with her self, mumbling, "We're connected, across time and space."

The EMTs worked urgently, unaware of the cosmic odyssey Xepher had just undertaken. As her vision blurred and darkness beckoned, one thought remained resolute: they were part of an ancient and extraordinary narrative, one that transcended mortality.

Colby's voice, soft yet resolute, broke through the haze. "Welcome to the Old Guard, Xepher."

#edit: trap house as movies and tv shows #traphouse #traphouse2 #trap house #trap house 2.0 #xplr #sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #jake webber #corey scherer #xepher wolf #devyn lundy #tara yummy #katrina stuart #edit: mine

[xplrvibes]

What is your favourite content that SnC have ever produced like do you like the challenges most or the travelling most? Or is the spooky shit the best stuff? Or the XPLR stuff? Basically we've known they've changed up their content alot over the years, but which content have you enjoyed the most? Not one specific video, but like the whole genre, lol. Sorry I suck at wording the thoughts in my brain sometimes.

I totally got what you were asking, anon, no worries!

To me, they had a few very specific style changes, or eras, over the years: the early days stuff with the challenges and sit downs, the xplr days, haunted 1.0 (2019 into the pandemic), the "we don't know what the fuck to do with ourselves cause covid" era, 25x25, and haunted 2.0.

Mixed in with all that have been a few sub-eras that mostly played out on their personal channels, like: the prankz!!!, the 3am challenges, traphouse vlogs, sit down vids, react vids, etc., but I'm mostly just looking at their main channel so I won't include any of that kind of stuff.

For nostalgic purposes, I have to give it to the xplr days. That was when I started watching them and honestly, that stuff was just so simple and pure and not over the top...it was just two idiots breaking into abandoned buildings for 10 minutes a week.

Does that mean I want to see them go back to that? Hell no, lol. I do not want to see two almost 30 year olds with two mansions, a whole ass production team, and a POLICE RECORD trying to recreate their lost youth by breaking into shit. Remakes and reboots never work. Leave xplr in the past so we can all look back on it fondly.

But yea, for nostalgia purposes, that would be my favorite.

As far as production quality, editing, filming and storytelling, I think they hit their stride with the haunted 2.0 content, and truly are putting out the most professional and high quality content they ever have right now. Of their two haunted eras, this era is my favorite for that reason alone, and would definitely be my second favorite era overall.

Coming in third place would be 25x25. I loved the concept of 25x25, and the first couple episodes before they completely lost the plot on it were also great from a production and storytelling standpoint...I just think they tried to do that at the worst possible time and then gave up on it way too easily. Maybe they can try again for 30 (now that they made peace with Elton, I'm sure he'll keep his goddamn ass mouth shut about it if they do, so at least there's that).

The treasure hunting (aka "we don't know what to do with ourselves cause covid") era was...fine, I guess. I liked the videos but I also know they were just scrambling to find some way to keep their channel afloat in the midst of the pandemic, and I also remember all the drama that waa going on around them during those days so I really don't look back on that era too fondly at all, lol.

Haunted 1.0 in 2019...bleh. I enjoyed some of it at the time, but got sick of the antics and theatrics really quick and in my opinion, most of those videos hold up about as well as moldy cheese left in the sun, so...pass, lol.

The pre xplr days stuff is just embarrassing to me, like I get secondhand embarrassment watching a lot of that stuff lol. Hard, hard pass.

#asks #sam and colby #snc video review

[cassierobinsons]

meg 2.0 would listen to red scare. andy gallagher would be really into chapo traphouse. sam likes my favorite murder but is also a big pod save america listener, so ronan farrow & jon lovett's split was like his personal 9/11. ash would also listen to chapo traphouse

#none of these words are in [insert holy book of your choice here]

[daunthealkhemist]

Uncle Sego really did that y'all. This that Afro diaspora meets traphouse jazz 2.0. I love it . Im the type person who it takes several listens to an album to get into it, but on the first spin , Im LOVINNNNNN it. Your really did that Uncle Sego 🤝🏾💝

[starryevermore]

the witches forest ✧ colby brock ✧ 31doh 22

prompt: day 22, “I don’t think it’s a good idea to be walking these woods late at night.” 

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

summary: you can’t believe your boyfriend was stupid enough to run off into the dark and dangerous woods.

word count: 1,087

warning(s): colby gets lost in the forest, some swearing

You weren’t sure how you got here.

Well, actually, that’s a lie. Some time ago, you agreed to be in a video with your boyfriend, Colby, and his friend Sam to investigate the Millennium Biltmore, alongside your other friends Corey and Jake. When Sam and Colby returned to the Biltmore to investigate the presidential suite, it only made sense that the three of you joined as well. That spiraled into you being brought in for their trip to Griffith Park, the Mission Inn, and the Stanley. So, yeah, you knew exactly how you ended up here, but that didn’t mean you liked it in the slightest.

While investigating the Stanley, the five of you had met this girl named Jennifer. She was a bit odd, but then again, so were all of you. You had to a bit odd to make it in your respective industries—YouTube for the five of you and acting for her. She joined you guys for part of the investigation, offering some insight about the hotel and its hauntings. When it came time for you guys to return to LA, she surprised you with information about a cabin that her grandfather owned. Apparently it, and the surrounding forest, were incredibly haunted. And, always in the mood for an adventure, Sam and Colby said they’d consider the offer, but you already knew they were going to agree to go investigate. 

Corey initially bailed on the trip. He was always wary of going to haunted locations because of his own experiences with the paranormal. It was understandable, of course. The mysterious Shadowman seemed to always be following poor Corey around, forever tormenting him. Though, you’d all be lying if you said you weren’t overjoyed when Corey called as Colby was driving out of LA to the cabin that he was in if they’d let him.

So, the quintet was complete. 

You all first stopped at the house of a witch. She was an old friend of Jennifer’s, and Sam and Colby wanted to talk to her before camping out in the woods and eventually going to the cabin. While you were there, she did a tarot card reading that made you slightly nervous for the night in the woods, but the way Colby squeezed your hand under the table made you feel like everything was going to be okay.

It wasn’t until nightfall that the nerves came back with full force. You all had already set up camp, pitching a tent not too far from the road but far enough that you could experience the full creepiness of the woods. Strange things kept happening, and you couldn’t help but feel like the night was only going to get worse. 

It reached the point of the night that you were going to do the fire ritual, which was supposed to release unwanted energies and attachments. As you each cast in your personal objects and the names of the spirits you believed to be haunting you, Colby jumped back, practically throwing himself out of his seat. 

“Babe, what the hell?” you gasped, rising from your seat. 

“LOOK! LOOK!” he shouted, pointing into the woods.

“What?” Sam asked.

“There was a shadow over there!”

“No there wasn’t!” Corey shouted, fear wavering in his voice. “No there fucking wasn’t, bro!”

“It just went across…in the background right behind Jake! Guys, I swear to God!”

“Okay, okay, let’s go,” Corey said. “Yo, let’s leave!”

“Are we good?” Jake asked.

“Let’s leave!” Corey repeated. 

“Did you not see that?” Colby asked, his eyes desperate.

“Where?” Jake asked as Sam said, “No.” 

“There was nothing there, baby,” you said gently. 

“IT WAS RIGHT BEHIND JAKE!” Colby insisted.

Sam looked to you, then back to Colby. “I think you’re fucking with me.”

“No, I swear! Why would I fuck with you? There’s no reason for me to do that! Dude, it was…it literally ran across! This is our time to capture it! Come on!” 

“No, no, no, no,” Corey disagreed. 

Sam and Jake were now standing, Jake asking for a flashlight as Sam grabbed his backpack.

“No, guys,” Corey said. “Guys! I don’t want to go.” 

“We need someone to stay and watch the fire anyways, so just…” Colby suggested

“I’m not staying by myself!” Corey argued.

The boys began to argue about chasing whatever Colby saw when you shouted for all of them be quiet for a moment. You gently touched Corey’s arm. “I’ll stay with you, bub.” You looked to the other three. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to be walking these woods late at night.”

“Just stay here if you’re scared,” Colby reiterated. 

Colby began walking off into the woods on his own, forcing Jake and Sam to follow them. You returned to your seat, looking into the fire. “I don’t like them going off on their own like that.” 

Corey nodded. “They’re fucking idiots. They don’t know what’s out there!”

“And they just yelled at you for walking off when you got that phone call,” you muttered. “Should take their own fucking advice before they get themselves killed.” 

For several minutes, you and Corey grumbled to each other about how stupid your friends were. But behind that facade of anger, you knew that the two of you were deeply concerned about the boys’ safety and wellbeing. They all had a tendency to dive headfirst into danger, consequences be damned. But goddammit, they were really going to get themselves killed one day doing this shit. 

The worry only bubbled more when Sam and Jake came back without Colby. They explained what happened, but you felt like your ears had been stuffed with cotton. Colby was…missing? In the dark and dangerous woods? Lost in the dark and dangerous woods just after seeing a shadow person? Colby was lost in the dark and dangerous woods just after seeing a shadow person and none of you knew how to find him? God, you wished you had all just stayed at home. Or that you’d run off after him. At least, if you were lost with him, you’d be together. 

But then, you saw him emerge from the fog, and you could hear him panting as though he’d run a marathon.

“Colby!” you shouted, running towards him. You threw your arms around him, burying your head in his chest, sniffling.

He kissed the top of your head. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m okay. I promise.” 

“Don’t you ever fucking run off like that again.”

“I won’t, baby, I promise.” 

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[rosecolbs]

cutie

#colby brock #sam and colby #snc #xplr #traphouse #traphouse 2.0

[dollalicia]

sleep 💤

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[withcolebrock]

Lover of Mine-Chapter 14

Lover of Mine~5 seconds of summer 

Masterlist

Warnings: Suggestive language, swearing

Word Count: 2,369

Author’s Note: AHEM, we have a very exciting chapter, in my opinion. Very important one at that. That’s all I am going to say, now umm, This is my gif!

The party was in full swing, with over two hundred people swarming the house. It was not the biggest party they’ve had but it was definitely bigger than the last couple they had. It was not an open invite but most of their parties end up being like that anyway. Friends of friends invite random people and the word just gets further out.

Colby stood in the kitchen sipping his White Claw slowly. He did not want to drink too much, since he wanted to have a clear mind when he broke things off with Olivia. It was fun while it lasted, she was a decent girl who was fun in many ways. He gradually realized she was not the girl he wanted to be with. He spent all night tossing and turning with the thought that she felt the same way. The more he thought about it the more he realized it couldn’t have been true.

He thought it was his brain altering the way he saw her last night. The way she looked back at him, Colby had to have imagined it. But what if he didn’t?

Colby glanced towards the living room and saw Jake and Tara dancing together. Colby shook his head with a small chuckle leaving his lips, he was proud of him. Finally worked up the courage to ask the girl out, she would make a great addition to the group; Colby was sure of it.

The music was pounding, the floor was shaking as the beat dropped to the song. Colby awkwardly bobbed his head to the music as he looked around for the red head girl. She said that she would be there early, but she didn’t show up. He had no idea if she was even coming to begin with. Yet she practically begged him to come last night. In his search for the girl, his eyes land on Y/N. He watched her walk towards the kitchen, avoiding the swarming group of sweaty drunk dancers.

She took in a long breath once she entered the free space of the kitchen, lifting her head while she met Colby’s light eyes. “Hey!” she smiled widely, her voice rang loudly. His cheeks flushed red while he took a sip from his drink to avoid smiling too widely. “Are you enjoying the party?” she asked while she pulled a Dr. Pepper from the fridge.

“It’s good, yeah good. Pissed that Jennings couldn’t work tonight, but other than that good,” he explained while he walked towards her. Y/N jumped onto the only empty counter in their kitchen while she took a long sip of her drink.

“Same but I think Corey is willing to kick some ass if he needs to,” she joked while she rested the can down beside her. She rested her head against the cabinet while she stared into his eyes cautiously. Colby laughed while he ran his fingers through his hair.

“He’s always up for that,” Colby commented. “I’m just surprised you haven’t escaped to your room.”

Her eyes widened as her mouth opened and shut while she let out a chuckle. She dropped her head slightly as she brought her drink to her lips and took a small sip. “I was going to say that about you,” she quickly hopped off the counter while she looked behind Colby. Her eyes land on the red head furiously walking towards them. “Have fun with her,” she said barely above a whisper, the music nearly drowning her out. Colby dry laughed while he forced a smile towards Olivia.

“Why are there so many people here? I thought we were going to have alone time,” she asked harshly. Colby shrugged his shoulders.

Y/N didn’t hear the rest of the conversation as she continued walking towards the large group of people. Her body swayed back and forth to the beat of the music, she was never really into the whole party thing until she moved into this house. Corey was always throwing parties and so was Jake. She slowly had to learn to love life. Or the aspect of being alone in a room with the faint pounding music in the background. She much preferred that.

She makes eye contact with Devyn, finally finding someone who she knew. She thought it was weird how she barely recognized the people in her own house. Devyn’s eyes lit up as she quickly walked towards her. “Y/N!” she cheered loudly. It was obvious she was already tipsy, maybe even drunk.

They danced together, catching up briefly since Devyn and Corey were back in their hometown for a few weeks. The song changed as she lifted her gaze from the floor, her eyes met the boy she hadn't seen in months. He had more tattoos on his skin and his hair was a few inches longer. His hand was interlocked with a girl she has never seen before. Her joyous party nature left her within seconds as she darted for the stairs.

She pushed past several people, many grumbling towards her angrily. She left things with Mike good, but she was not ready to see him. Jake and Mike were friends and of course Jake was going to invite him. She didn’t think Mike was going to bring a girl with him. She didn’t want to have the chance to interact with her, so she decided to head towards her room to get the peace she wanted.

There were a few stragling people in the halls, a few people making out against the walls. She hoped there was not anyone having sex in her room. At this moment she really wished Jennings was here to stop people from going upstairs.

She held her door handle and counted to three. Pushing the door open, she hesitantly looked into the room to see that no one was getting busy in her bed. “Thank god,” she let out while she turned around and shut the door behind her. She took off the horrendous heels that she was wearing and tossed them towards the corner of her room.

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Olivia was resting her head onto his shoulder while she spoke about how the party was gross and that she needed to be alone with him. Colby kept bringing up excuses as to why they needed to stay in the party. He was mostly trying to bring up a way to end things with her without sounding like a jerk. Yet there was not a single idea coming to his mind.

Colby’s eyes scanned the party looking for Y/N instead his eyes landed on Mike. Mike’s gaze met Colby’s as well. It was awkward at first, Mike looked towards Olivia and back towards Colby. Colby looked towards the brunette girl standing next to Mike. Colby shook his head at the memory of what Y/N told him about their break up.

“So what happened, you never said why,” Colby asked as Y/N sat down beside him on his bed. He looked towards her and saw the small tear leave her eye. He wanted to reach across and wipe the tear away but he couldn’t. She sat in silence while she avoided Colby’s gaze. He watched her pick at her nails, avoiding the question. “If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s complete-”

“He was in love with someone else,” she said keeping her gaze in her lap, “He broke up with me because he had feelings for someone else.”

He clenched his jaw angrily as he mumbled, “Be right back,” towards Olivia as he headed towards Mike. He shoved through a small group of people gathered in the living room before he was face to face with Mike. “Hey Mike, didn’t think you were coming,” Colby forced a smile as he kept his gaze with Mike’s. Hoping to make him uncomfortable. He knew it was working.

“Jake invited me, thought why not,” Mike brought the red solo cup to his lips while he wrapped a protective arm around the girl’s waist. “This is Rebecca,” he introduced. They shared a small hello before Colby shifted his attention towards Mike again. “How are you and Y/N doing by the way?” he asked. Colby furrowed his eyebrows while tilting his head back slightly.

“What’d you mean?” Colby asked while taking a sip of his white claw. Mike rolled his eyes while he laughed dryly.

“Aren’t you guys like, together now?” He asked while he looked behind Colby looking for Y/N most likely. Colby shook his head.

“No, why do you think that?”

“Well, for one, we broke up because of you,” Mike chuckled, over the conversation. “She didn’t tell you?”

“She told me you broke up with her because you were in love with someone else,” Colby explained, making a pointed look towards Rebecca. Mike’s eyes widened. Mike cleared his throat while he nervously laughed. He met Rebecca’s eyes before meeting Colby’s eyes.

His heart started beating quickly while he looked towards Mike with pure confusion on his features. “All I’m going to say, bro, is that we definitely broke up because of you,” he licked his lips as he started walking away from Colby. “Put the pieces together.”

With that, Mike was out of sight and Colby suddenly felt shaky. He felt like he was going to collapse any second. His heartbeat was louder than the music surrounding him as the drinks he had had were starting to take an effect on him. He stood still as his mind ran through the conversation again and again. While going over the conversation he had with her. They were the same yet so different. He wanted to trust Y/N’s side of the story but Mike wouldn’t lie about it right in front of his new girl.

Colby’s thoughts didn’t slow down as he made his way towards the party looking for Y/N. There were a few girls that looked similar to Y/N that his intoxicated brain thought were her. A few awkward encounters later he decided she had to have been in her room. They broke up because of him. He needed to know the truth and the only way he was going to get that was from Y/N.

He walked up to her door, taking an unsteady breath as he opened the door. “Occupied!” she shouted before lifting her head. Once she met Colby’s gaze she softened. “Oh hi,” she smiled while she sat up slowly. She was still wearing the dress she had on earlier. He didn’t say anything while he just admired her body all over. He admired the way the dress fit her perfectly, the way her hair laid against her forehead messily, the way she smiled, and the way she looked towards him. “Are you okay?”

“I spoke to Mike,” he said while he licked his lips nervously, “he said some things that I need to tell you or ask you, or I don’t know I just need to say it,” Her eyes widened slowly as she pressed her lips together.

“Okay,” she whispered, while her eyebrows were tightly knitted together.

“He said you guys broke up because of me,” the words fell out of his lips just as quickly as the thought ran through his head. Her mouth dropped slightly while she kept eye contact with him.

“You know how jealous he was of you, that was just part of it,” she tried to give an explanation. Her words fell flat with Colby because he needed her to admit it, so badly.

“He told me to put the pieces together and I am, well I’ve been trying to put them together but I don’t know if I am making up pieces or the pieces are real and I really don’t want to fucking believe Mike beacause it’s Mike,” he took a rushed breath, “But you told me that he was in love with someone else and I believed that, I really did. But he said he wasn’t and then he said you guys broke up because of me. I was so confused until he told me to put the pieces together.”

“So was it me? Was I the someone else?” he stared towards her desperately, while making himself look like a fool. Desperation rose in his voice as he spoke.

“I really need you to tell me if I was the person you were in love with because I am so madly in love with you that it hurts. It hurts so bad that I can’t breathe when I’m alone with you because all I want to do is kiss you! I forced myself into this ‘relationship’ to distract myself from you, you are so intoxicating it hurts! I need you to tell me you love me too,”

He was so distracted by the words that were falling from his lips that he never noticed Y/N getting up from the bed and walking towards him. She was inches away from him once he realized where she was. “Tell me you love me too,” he whispered this time as her face was nearly closer to his. Her gaze was looking all over his flushed red and sweaty features.

She quickly reached her hands up and held his face in her hands as she pulled his face towards hers. She kissed him hard as if it was the last thing she was ever going to do. Finally after years of build up and secrets and awkward glances it happened. He reached down and wrapped his hands around her waist. He pulled her body close to his so their bodies were pressed tight against each other. He stumbled backwards while pushing her towards her bed.

She fell down onto her back out of breath while she looked up towards him. “Does this mean you’re in love with me?” he asked, half knowing the answer and the other half still completely in the dark. As if her lips couldn’t tell him enough. He lowered his body on top of hers while holding himself up with one hand on the mattress with the other on her waist.

“Oh god, Colby, you have no idea.”

When I take a look at my life

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[xplrerdolan]

164 🥴

⤬ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be on the bed?”

⤬ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, swearing, shower sex, unprotected sex, LOTS of teasing

⤬ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3.6k

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You were floating on your back in the middle of the pool that came with what was affectionately called “Traphouse 2.0.” The cool water gently supported you, feeling so wonderful after you’d been baking in the sun all day.

You’d been hanging out with Tara since nine that morning, and she’d insisted that you two spend some time in the sun together. You hadn’t necessarily been opposed to it, but after a few hours, the sun’s relentless beams started to get to you. Around one o’clock, you’d had enough of the dry heat and decided to jump into the pool. Tara joined you almost immediately, and Jake followed after her not much later.

It had been nice; Tara got to swim around with Jake while you got to relax and float around in peace and quiet. Yes, it had been... until, of course, someone conveniently decided to come along and ruin it.

You barely had a chance to react as someone placed their hands on your torso and pushed you down. You were lucky not to gasp in any water, but that didn’t stop it from filling your open mouth and making you choke a bit. You swam away from your attacker and pushed through the surface of the water, gasping for air and coughing harshly.

You didn’t even have to look to know it had been Colby. Even if he hadn’t been laughing hysterically, you’d have known it was him. Because Colby liked to push your buttons—and if it were up to him, he’d be undoing them, too.

After your coughing calmed down, you looked at him with rage in your eyes. You splashed water at him aggressively, yelling at him as you did.

“Damn it, Colby! You almost killed me, you fucking bastard!”

He flinched away from the water before turning back to you with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Aww, c’mon, [Y/N], I would never let you die!” He swam a little closer to you, but he knew not to get within pushing-distance of you. “I’d be only too happy to give you mouth to mouth.”

You rolled your eyes at him, swimming backwards and away. “You’re a fucking creep.”

“Am I? You don’t look creeped out to me,” he said, following your movements.

“Well, what do I look like to you, then?” you asked him, intending to make him feel dumb—only to realize your words could be twisted so easily. And, of course, they were.

“You,” he said, looking you up and down slowly, “look like you need a good fuck.”

You wanted to slap the smirk off his face. “You know what? Maybe I do. Just not from you.” Once again, you moved backwards. And once again, he followed, only maintaining the distance he originally created.

He feigned being offended, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. “But, baby—why not?”

“I’m not your baby,” you snapped. “And I already told you. You’re a creep.”

“Whatever you say, baby,” he winked, this time moving closer to you before you backed away. “I’ll get you one day.”

Even when you did back away, he continued to follow you. You narrowed your eyes at him, clenching your jaw. “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.”

As soon as you got your words out, your back hit a wall of the pool. You gasped and tried to push away from it, but Colby had cornered you intentionally. He swam forward quickly, caging you in with his arms. His smirk grew wider and he leaned in closer to you.

He looked deep into your eyes, and when he spoke, his voice came out lower and huskier than before, speaking only for you to hear. “Who said it had to be on the bed?”

Despite your resolve to hate him, you felt a flutter of excitement in your lower abdomen. Those words spoken in that voice made you nearly dizzy, but you managed to keep your face passive. “Just get out of my way, creep.”

You pushed against his chest to get him away from you, feeling his muscles beneath your finger tips—which didn’t help the growing feeling of arousal in your tummy. Thankfully, he moved out of the way, and you swam to the steps before getting out and grabbing a towel.

You felt his eyes on you as you headed into the house, but you refused to look back at him. Your cheeks felt warm, though not just from the sun. You felt guilty, but you couldn’t ignore the throbbing in your core. You decided to take a shower to... relieve yourself.

You texted Tara that you’d be taking a shower upstairs and you gathered your clean clothes from your bag. At that moment, you had a pretty one-track mind—thinking about getting in the shower, getting off, and getting out. You were so focused on getting to the bathroom that you didn’t even notice you were being followed.

You stopped at the linen closet to grab a bath towel and nearly jumped out of your skin when you closed the door. Behind it was Colby, leaning nonchalantly against the wall with that stupid smirk.

“Why so jumpy, [Y/N]?” he asked, pushing himself off the wall and stalking over to you.

“You’d be jumpy too if you had to see that face,” you replied snarkily.

He chuckled softly, stopping to stand in front of you, leaving hardly any space between you. “Funny,” he said dryly. “You going to shower?”

“Yes, if you’ll excuse me—”

You moved to walk around him, but he caught you by the arm to hold you back. He looked at you knowingly, his tongue pressed against his cheek. “It’s interesting,” he said.

“What?” you asked.

“It’s interesting,” he repeated, keeping his grip on your arm while he moved in front of you again. He then slowly walked you backwards until your back was against a wall—putting you in the same position he had in the pool. He continued, “you’re going to the only shower in the house with a detachable shower head.”

Your face dropped before you could hide your reaction, making his smirk spread wider, into a full grin. “Why don’t you let me help instead?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

You didn’t reply, but your breathing became heavier—the difference was slight, but noticeable. He leaned closer to you, bringing his face to yours.

“If you want me to stop, just say so. But if you don’t...” he trailed off, slowly closing the gap between you.

Your breathing became even heavier, your heart beating wildly in your chest, but you did not tell him to stop. His lips brushed against yours, making you gasp and lean into him—only for him to pull back.

You felt breathless now—confused and embarrassed, you looked at him with furrowed brows. “Wha-?”

“If you want me to help, you have to ask nicely,” he said, his face taunting you.

You spluttered in exasperation, feeling anger mix in with the arousal. You huffed—either at him or at yourself—before looking down at your fingers. You couldn’t believe you were about to say it, but... “I want you to help me.”

He wasn’t done having his fun. “With what, baby?”

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to punch him or kiss him. You glared at him, hating that he was revelling in humiliating you. “Help me get off.”

Satisfied with your answer, he smirked at you again. “Was that so hard?”

You glanced down at his swim trunks, noticing the bulge in them. “Not as hard as you are.”

He placed a finger under your chin and forced you to look into his eyes again. “Keep being smart with me and I’ll show you hard.”

You felt another wave of arousal hit you, your pussy throbbing with wanton need. You were about to lean in to kiss him just to relieve some tension, but before you could he started in the direction of the bathroom. Flustered, you followed him and locked the door behind you.

You put your clean clothes and your towel down, watching as Colby turned the water on. You could make out the muscles in his back as he moved, making you subconsciously pull your bottom lip between your teeth. As the water warmed up, he turned back to you and chuckled at your expression.

He walked up to you and brought his hand up to your cheek. All you could do was stare at him dumbly, hardly believing this was all real. His thumb pulled your bottom lip away from your teeth, gently tracing it before he tapped it against your lips. You opened your mouth slightly to grant him access, and when he placed his thumb in your mouth, you sucked on it sensually.

He watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, undoubtedly getting harder by the second. After a moment, he pulled his thumb from your mouth. He brought the saliva-coated finger to his own mouth, just barely tasting it—the sight alone made you moan softly. You tried to lean in for a kiss, but he stopped you and said, “Patience.”

He rested his hands on your shoulders, his fingers toying with the straps of your bikini top. “Can I take this off?”

You nodded, butterflies raging in your stomach. His hands then trailed behind you to where the bikini knotted together. The gentleness he possessed while undoing the knot made your skin tickle, making you shiver under his touch. He chuckled at your reaction, pulling the garment down your arms before letting it fall to the floor.

You gauged his reaction, insecurity making you worry. His face didn’t change, he just stared transfixed at your chest. Just when you felt the urge to cover your chest from him, a huge smile spread across his face and he tipped his head back.

“You’re so hot, I can’t even process it,” he said, shaking his head and laughing.

You started giggling along with him, relief flooding your system. When he looked at you again, he kept the amused smile on his face, though his eyes communicated something deeper than amusement. Desire, hunger.

He reached his hands out to either side of your bikini bottom, undoing the knots simultaneously by pulling on their strings. When they were undone, Colby held them up for a moment before letting them fall to the floor with your bikini top.

Steam had started to accumulate in the room, fogging up the mirrors. He trailed his fingers along your stomach, once again making you shiver from the ticklish sensation. He seemed to enjoy being able to make you quiver under his touch.

Feeling brave, you reached your hand out to undo the drawstring on his swimming trunks. You held eye contact with him, and while it was clear you were flustered and affected by him, he only seemed confident.

When the drawstring was undone, he dipped his thumbs under the waistband and pushed them down, the garment pooling around his feet before he kicked it away. You could see why he looked so confident now.

You were tempted to reach out and touch his hardened cock—you wanted to stroke it, see if it was actually real. How he’d managed to hide it was something you’d be wondering for the rest of your life.

When your fingers reached for it, he stopped you again. A cocky smirk had replaced his amused smile, his eyes seeming to brag, ‘I know, right?’ He gestured to the shower with his head.

“The water’s hot,” he said, as if it weren’t abundantly clear by the steam.

He turned around and walked to the shower, sliding open its door. You followed suit, sliding the door shut behind you. While you expected him to finally relieve some of your sexual frustration, Colby seemed to have other plans.

He was already under the stream of water, washing his hair. He had his head tipped back, looking at you over the bridge of his nose. The ghost of a smile lingered on his face, a true testament to his mischievous spirit.

His hands worked at washing his scalp, the muscles in his arms prominent as he held them up. You thought you should feel ashamed, just standing there blatantly fucking him with your eyes, but you didn’t—you were enjoying the view immensely.

He rinsed the suds out of his hair, leaving it soaking wet and clean. He then swapped your spots, letting the water run over you and get your hair wet. He caught you off guard by getting a handful of shampoo and bringing it to your scalp—then working it in.

His fingers felt heavenly as they massaged the shampoo through your hair and all over your scalp. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and bask in how nice it felt. You took in a deep breath, letting it out with a soft hum. Out of appreciation for the gesture, you reached your hands out and found his body. You brought your fingers to his back and traced shapes into his skin, caressing him soothingly.

“That feels nice,” he said, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it before.

You smiled at him. “So does that,” you replied, referring to him washing your hair.

He brought a hand to your chin, pushing up so you would tilt your head back. The water ran over your hair, and he worked to get all the soap out. Once you were sud-free, he pushed against the back of your head to tilt your head back down. He gently tucked your hair behind your ears, smoothing it out of your face.

You thought he might finally kiss you, but he removed his hands from your face and stepped back. You opened your eyes, feeling a lot more relaxed. He had grabbed two loofahs and loaded them up with soap, handing you one. Though, instead of washing his own body, he brought the loofah to yours.

You followed his lead, running the little pouf over his chest and making sure to scrub softly. He washed your shoulders before running the sponge over your breasts, using his free hand to spread the soap around—and taking the opportunity to massage them, as well.

The slightest touch from him had your core throbbing again. You tried to focus on washing him, too, running the loofah over his arms and shoulders before running it back down his torso, washing his stomach. He repeated your actions over your body.

“Can you get my back?” he asked.

“Sure.”

He turned around so you could wash his back, your eyes admiring all of the dips and curves his muscles made. When you’d scrubbed the expanse of his back, he turned back around to face you.

“Your turn,” he said.

When your back was to him, he pressed the loofah against your skin and gave it a squeeze—letting the soap run down the curve of your spine. His eyes trailed after it, watching it run over your ass, suppressing a moan at the image.

Once he finished working the sponge over your skin, you turned back around to face him. Not a second later, you were gasping as he twirled you around and placed a hand around your throat, your back—once again—against a wall. The cold tiles were a shock against your skin and you tried to jerk away from them, but Colby held you still.

“What is it with you and trapping me against walls?” you asked, managing to look annoyed at him despite the desire raging in your womb.

He looked deep in your eyes and said, “You don’t just play ‘hard-to-get,’ [Y/N]. You are hard to get—impossible, in fact. So, having you here”—he applied a bit more pressure to your throat—“so vulnerable beneath my fingertips, so desperate for my touch... it really does something to me. I like to make sure my prey is aware they’ve been caught.”

At this point, the ache in your lower abdomen had reached a peak that was impossible to come down from. The dominance and control he exuded left you speechless, staring at him with unbelieving eyes and parted lips.

That smirk returned, and by this point, it had taken on an entirely different meaning for you. It had always annoyed you, made you want to slap it off his face—but now, it just made the pulse in your pussy beat harder with desire. You rubbed your legs together a bit, needing some friction—earning a quick slap on your thigh. You gasped, both in surprise and in pleasure.

“You really need to learn a lesson or two about patience,” he said.

You whined, rolling your eyes. “You’ve been teasing me this whole time! You’ve barely touched me! I wanted to come in here and cum quickly—oh, fuck—”

In the middle of your complaining, Colby’s middle and forefinger slid between your lower lips and found your clit immediately. He applied a bit of pressure and moved them in a circular motion over the hardened bud. Soft pants fell past your lips, sometimes accompanied by a quiet moan. Your hand reached out for his shoulder for support—you felt your knees going weak already.

He kept his other hand on your throat, mostly as a sign of power. He watched your face screw up in pleasure, your mouth permanently open as gasps and moans fell past your lips.

Without warning, he removed both his hands from you, making you snap open your eyes in confusion. Your confusion didn’t last long because his hands returned to your body—except, this time they were pressed against the sides of your thighs as he lifted you up, leaning you against the wall as he wrapped your legs around his waist.

Once he was sure you were securely supported, he reached between your bodies and lined himself up at your entrance. He teased you a bit more, running the head of his cock between your folds, the feeling like heaven.

Besides pushing you against walls and making you shiver, Colby seemed to like surprising you. Whether he liked the feeling of being in control or he liked watching you react, you couldn’t be sure. Regardless of the reason, he showed no signs of predictability.

He sheathed himself inside you fully, earning a strangled moan from you. Though, he cut the moan off by covering your lips with his, finally kissing you. You were instantly overwhelmed by how much he was giving you, effectively reducing you to an incoherent, moaning mess.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he started to move inside you, grinding his hips into yours at a steady pace. You moaned helplessly into his mouth, not even thinking to control your volume in case someone else might hear you. You couldn’t think at all, actually—your thoughts didn’t go beyond the man fucking himself into you.

You were pleasantly surprised by how vocal Colby was, though his moans weren’t nearly as loud as yours. After a few minutes, he rested his hands against the wall which, in turn, changed the angle he was driving into you at. Your legs were pushed up further, helping him hit deep inside you.

You cried out his name, arching your back and pushing your hips closer to his. He kept his strokes deep, straining not to bust his nut before you got yours. He managed to keep you at the same angle while he took one of his hands off the wall by using his knee to support you. The extra support gave you more control over your movements, allowing you to grind your hips over his to get more friction between you.

He brought the hand he’d freed down to your core, taking his thumb and using it to stimulate your clit. The pleasure he was giving you had you practically screaming, your voice sometimes getting cut off as the speed and force behind his thrusts increased.

The way you two were fucking was a show of pure desperation, a hedonistic coupling working towards the same goals: cum fast, and cum hard. Your moans melted into each other in the echo of the bathroom, the sound of skin slapping keeping the tempo of your erotic melody.

You felt a familiar warmth in your womb; a sort of tightening that you focused on to push you over the edge. The only warning you could offer him was the rapid repetition of his name, which he somehow understood. He applied even more pressure to your clit, pushing himself into you as deep as he could.

Your moans broke off for a moment before resuming, and they were possibly the most sinful, depraved noises you’d ever made. The way your pussy tightened around Colby’s dick made him unravel, his own orgasm hitting him hard. He leaned forward and rested his head in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there.

You were still mewling in pleasure as you came down from your high, your hips slowly grinding against his as he shot his load into you. The two of you stayed still for a moment before Colby stood up fully and helped you back onto your feet. You were shaky and weak, so you wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned into him, giggling as you realized what had just happened.

His arms wrapped around your shoulders and kept you against him. With your head against his chest, you heard a little chuckle vibrate from within him. Your mind was cloudy in the afterglow, the hormones and endorphins making you more giddy and affectionate than usual.

The same could be said for Colby. “Why don’t we finish up in here and go lay down?”

You looked up at him, resting your chin against the center of his chest. “I told you an hour ago that I’d never let you take me to bed.”

“Yeah, well, you told me about ten minutes ago... actually, you didn’t really tell me something, because all you could say—or, really, scream—was my name, so...”

“Oh, shut up,” you said, though you couldn’t hold in a smile, and he couldn’t hold back from kissing you again.

#prompt #colby brock #colby brock smut #traphouse smut #traphouse 2.0 #smut #fluff #colby brock fluff #one shot #colby brock one shot #colby brock x reader #colby brock imagine #colby brock fanfic #anon #thank u for requesting :’)

[midnightjimin]

The “I’m so proud of you” smile breaks my heart I want one

#colby brock #colby #sam and colby #traphouse 2.0 #trap house anthem #snc #25x25 #youtube #salmon and Crosby #they’re so cute I love them

[starrybrock-archive]

saying goodbye to haunted places

#sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #jake webber #corey scherer #kian lawley #jc caylen #kianandjc #knj #kian and jc #snc #traphouse #traphouse 2.0 #trap house 2.0 #trap house #*my gifs #starrybrock

[xthewhiteravenx]

solby moments (10/?): 

#solbymomentsseries #sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #solby #sam golbach x colby brock #traphouse #traphouse 2.0 #edit: mine

[rebelemilu]

Colby Brock

My very first drawing of Colby

Slightly Possessed

Beanie Boy

Daredevil

24 never looked so good

Red Head

Red Clout

Street Smarts

#colby brock #sam and colby #snc #xplr #the trap boys #the trap house #trap house 2.0 #trap house anthem #traphouse #traphouse 2.0 #my drawings

[sunrisebrock]

Colb’s really found his old wardrobe while moving huh? Not that I’m complaining one bit...I LOVE THAT SHIRT.

Also him dancing bless him, at least he’s trying😭😭 also also wtf is he drinking lmao

#sam golbach #tara yummy #jake webber #elton castee #youtube #sam and colby #kevin langue #reggie webber #kian and jc #colby brock #corey scherer #traphouse 2.0 #krachouse #cassie martin #katrina stuart #devyn lundy

[mix-tape96]

Someone restart my heart please...damn 🤤

#no thoughts...brain empty #like why the fuck is someone THAT hot #it stresses me out #colby brock #sam and colby #snc #traphouse 2.0 #tiktok

[starryevermore]

god rest his soul ✧ colby brock ✧ 31doh 5

prompt: day 5, ghost!colby

pairing: ghost!colby brock x fem!reader

summary: you move into what was once the trap house and encounter the ghost of a certain emo boy.

word count: 1,020

warning(s): vague discussion of colby’s death, kinda sorta angsty 

Colby Brock didn’t know a lot of things. And he was fine with that. He didn’t care that he didn’t know a lot, that he was never the smartest person in the room. He left that to his best friend, Sam Golbach. Or, at least, he used to leave it to Sam. He was no longer part of Sam’s life. Not out of choice. He never would’ve left Sam willingly. But, life had a funny way of turning what you want on its head. It was supposed to be fun. It was never supposed to turn out as badly as it did. A trip gone so horribly wrong that they flew his body back to Kansas is a casket. 

Sam quit social media after that. Colby didn’t blame him. He probably would’ve done the same if the roles were reversed. What was the point in chasing your dream if you couldn’t do it with your partner in (literal) crime? Sam didn’t stick around LA for much longer, either. He tried to make it work, but there was something—someone—missing. He sold the house, moved back to Kansas, and lived a regular life.

Colby couldn’t leave the Trap House, though. Something kept his spirit there, perhaps hoping that his friend would one day return. Sam never did.

One year, eight months, and fourteen days after his year, you bought the house. You, too, were a YouTuber, he discovered. You mostly did commentary videos, though you occasionally branched off into other content. You had a sizable following—there’s no way you could afford a house like the Trap House if you didn’t. Sometimes, when you recorded at night (the only time there wasn’t a lot of traffic in the background), he floated around the filming room, your voice soothing him.

You probably never would’ve suspected your house was haunted if he hadn’t done that. He’d watch over your shoulder as you’d scroll through comments, swearing they saw an orb or, in some cases, a figure of a man in your video. You brushed them off, at first, thinking it was dust or something, but even you began to wonder if your house was truly haunted. 

But you didn’t realize you were haunted until one evening when you were sat on Colby’s balcony your balcony. You were in a cozy chair, wrapped up in a blanket, writing in your journal. Colby sat beside you, staring up the moon. Every once in a while, he would look over at you, your brows furrowed as you wrote your deepest secrets and insecurities. God, you looked so beautiful.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” he said.

Your head shot up and you looked around, your eyes wild. “Who the fuck said that?”

“Wait, you heard me?” 

You were on your feet, wielding your journal as if it were a weapon. “Who the fuck is here?” When you got no answer, you repeated, “I said, who the fuck is there?”

“Um, my name’s Colby,” he tried.

“Well, Colby, get the fuck out of my house before I call the police!”

Panic rose inside of him. How does he diffuse the situation? If the neighbors heard the shouting, they might call the police. And then what? You couldn’t arrest a ghost. And they’d think you were insane, try to lock you away. Or it would get out to your fans and your reputation would be ruined. He wouldn’t wish that upon you. But, oh God, what should he do? 

“I can’t leave.”

“Like hell you can’t!”

“No, like, I really can’t. I’m…I’m not exactly like you.”

“The fuck do you mean?” 

He hesitated. This conversation was going real south, real quick. Should he bother telling the truth? Would you even believe it? Nothing you had done in your time living at the Trap House had indicated that you were a believer. But, in the same vein, nothing you had done indicated that you were a skeptic. 

Was this a gamble he was willing to take? Colby had grown quite fond of you. He didn’t think he could stand it if you left him, too. He’d already had to deal with the heartbreak of Sam leaving, of Jake leaving, of Corey leaving. Of the Krac House never coming around anymore. Of the Trap Girls never coming around. Would he be able to handle it if you moved away? He didn’t knew he could.

“I’m, uh, I’m a ghost.” 

Your jaw dropped. “Wait, are you the ghost who’s been in my videos?” 

“Guilty. Consider me a fan.” 

“You need to cut that shit out. You’re scaring my fans.” 

He snorted. “Sorry, I’ll try to be better.” 

“So, uh, why are you haunting my house?”

“Used to be my house,” he explained. “But then I died—not here—and suddenly my spirit was trapped here.” 

“Damn, that sucks.” 

The two of you talked until the sun rose. You never saw what he looked like. Somehow, even though you were able to hear him, he couldn’t make himself appear to you. But you didn’t mind, joking that he was your imaginary friend. 

You stayed in that house for thirty years. In that time, many came and gone—friends, partners, colleagues. But Colby was the only constant. Any time someone got too close, he was ashamed to admit, he would scare them away. He didn’t want you to get hurt by anyone. He knew better than anyone that LA was full of snakes, and you didn’t deserve the pain of letting someone know your darkest secrets and using them against you. You were his friend. 

But even you left. You retired from the entertainment industry, moving far away where the cost of living wasn’t nearly as astronomical. Another family took your place in the house. But they weren’t you, and they weren’t Sam.

And so he remained the sad, emo boy he was in his life. But, instead of choosing to not be seen, he had no choice in this matter, and perhaps that’s what hurt the most of never being able to cross over to the other side. 

#sam and colby #colby brock #snc #xplr #traphouse #traphouse 2.0 #trap house #trap house 2.0 #sam and colby fanfic #sam and colby fanfiction #sam and colby imagine #sam and colby fic #sam and colby fan fic #sam and colby fan fiction #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock fic #colby brock fan fiction #colby brock fan fic #*written by: me #starrybrock