MARACLEA??? (Nigel Colbie x reader)

It has taken a toll on both Alex and I after Josh's death, but instead of the dreams that haunted me of Nigel, I was haunted by the splat of his flesh against the pillar we'd dodge

And one thing was for sure, I am never playing that game again. Ever

I held an umbrella for precautions as I held my head low in respect of Josh and his memory, staying after everyone left to throw him a necklace he had given me long ago

I hadn't dared to wear it again after Nigel chose to save me before Josh

His father wanted him to be a politician, and to be honest, my father didn't want me to be much

It felt like yesterday when he gifted it to me, but it was six years ago
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His reading voice soothed me, and it appeared in my sleep

I was haunted by him

Each project became him, no more trees or flowers

It was all Nigel and that stupid train

No matter where I went, I was haunted, but at least I'd been forgiven by Alex

Out of pity or desperation, I'd never know

We sat and watched Susan rehearse together in silence when a familiar voice whispered, "I'm really sorry about your friend."

"Fuck off, freak." He whispered as he kept focus on her and her lines

"You don't have to worry. He's at peace now."

It was silent as we watched her rehearse, and I held my sketchbook close to my side so I didn't have to experience what Nigel did if anyone encountered my drawings and sketches of him

"That girl's really something, isn't she?"

My brother scoffed and mocked, "She isn't your type. She isn't captivating, radiant-and what did you say? Oh! Seductive."

He walked away after combing his hand through my hair, his footsteps echoing and my eyes watching him with no remorse as I shudder

Or that was until my brother dragged me back to reality by my shoulder
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I was frantically looking for my sketchbook until I found it, sighing in relief until I noticed a drawing was gone

I tried to play it out in my mind and think who would do such a thing

(I got this from Google and it slays! Literally, just look at this perfectly sculpted man caught on paper!)

But I didn't care once I saw his face I had so perfectly caught on paper

My mind raced to when he kissed me, and I bite my lip when I remember Alex walking in and flipping out, he must've been quite shaken up to find me in such a compromising situation

And he was right, we would've fucked there if he hadn't came back

I lean back on my bed and tug my shirk off my body and rub my clit through my panties, softly moaning

I slid my hand into my panties, gasping when the door opened and I frantically jumped to cover myself pathetically

The one person I didn't expect to see stood at the frame of my door with a smirk, "when I thought of complementing your work, I didn't think I'd be complimenting you."

He closed and locked the door as he took a few steps my way, "Vulnerable, needy, and desperate. Do you need help? Obviously not. Better question is if you want help."

I pondered on his question for a minute, of course I want his hands-his help, but how do I know it's not a trap to enrage Alex?

"Will it be a secret, or will you go around yapping your jaw? I'd rather Alex didn't hear of this."