MARACLEA??? (Nigel Colbie x reader)

(2.) church

As I made eye contact with Nigel, it was as if he saw all the dreams I've had of him where I'm sprawled out and crying in desperation

"Now, will you, y/n?"

I took a big deep breath before slowly walking to the piano that got pushed in

I hadn't played for anyone in years, but I had promised my dad I would this one time, and it just so happened Nigel was in the crowd

Alex gave me a reassuring face as I began to play the chords that held the song, taking a deep breath and singing Mary did you Know

He allowed everyone to sit, and I hurried to take my spot next to Alex who had a bright smile after everyone applauded

He held my hand and complimented, "that was amazing, I'm so proud of you, y/n."

I blushed and scoffed, "be quiet."
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I sat and waited for my brother in his room, quite eager to make up on loss study time

"He might not be around for a while." Nigel reminded as he went through his book

"And?" I asked cockily

I wasn't in a good mood after getting yelled at for my song choice for not being original

"What's got you in a mood, church princess?"

"I'm no princess and I hate this place. I don't believe in some saviour in those damn dense clouds, it's just hocus pocus to make someone feel safe when they kick the bucket." I vent as I rip pages from the Bible in rage, only realizing what I'd done once I was done

He stood and took the book from me, "you might need to relax."

He stared into my soul, and with a blink of an eye, he's leaning in and kissing me

His hand wrapped around my throat and he pushed me back

I instinctively kissed him back until it went too far and Alex walked in

"What the hell? First your bloody projects and now my sister? Get the fuck out, y/n! You're never to be in here unless I am as well! Ya hear me?"

"Alex I-I-" I stuttered and I sat up

"You! Nigel, what were you thinking? Coming onto my sister? In my fucking bed? You would've fucked her, wouldn't you of?"

I stood up and reached out to touch him before he instinctively slapped me across the face, "get the hell out, now!"

I hurried to leave after grabbing my books, hiding my tears in shame
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I stayed in my dorm, sitting on my windowsill and drawing more and more as my brain thought of only him in a haze

His raw, plump lips, his inky black hair, and his perfect eyes that had a thrilling story

I desired him, what I couldn't have, what I was destined to find

I looked out the window and groaned in frustration when I couldn't quite capture his essence

I closed my eyes and hit my head with my sketch book repeatedly, sighing as my mind travelled to the way he handled me

His hands caressed my curves, groping my breasts

His knee nudged and pushed my skirt aside, rubbing me through my underwear

He gripped my thighs, clawing at my skin as his groan vibrated on my lips

I was fantasizing of him, and I needed something to be true, so I sadly made it true with my own boring hands as I imagined him
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