#rowan laslow x you

[herlondonboy]

Secret’s Out

Pairings: Rowan Laslow x gn!reader / Xavier Thorpe x enemy/ex!reader

Summary: Nevermore’s heir falls for the outcasted Outcast.

Warnings: Xavier is a bit of a bitch, slapping, suggestive themes, tooth-rotting fluff. Rowan’s nicknames are Obi-Wan and Row Boat because I said so. (Tagging @unfixqble)

Word Count: 0.7k

You were the crowned royalty of Nevermore, the school for Outcasts. Both literally and figuratively. Your great (x whatever) grandparents founded the school and you always got the highest scores in class. Everyone praised the ground you walked on. Once you accidentally bumped into someone and before you could apologise, they mumbled out sorries and kissed your shoes. You had to deliver an assembly on why kissing people’s shoes was wrong, weird, and downright disgusting.

But with you being, well, you, it came as a shock to the whole school when you turned down Xavier Thorpe’s proposal. He was the only one in the entire school that could even compare to you. But the news of you dating Rowan Laslow, the outcast of the Outcasts, made the school tremble. Seriously, there was an earthquake the day everyone found out. Pathetic fallacy at its finest.

Rowan rushed up to you the day after with scarlet filled cheeks and watery eyes. “I swear I didn’t tell anyone.” He said hurriedly and you scrunched your eyes together before widen them. “y/n?”

Your eyes wrinkled at the sides as you smiled widely, dimples on full display. “I don’t care that everyone knows, Obi-Wan.” You tiptoed up so you could kiss his lips. All of his worries flowed away with that single kiss until people surrounded you. Some booed, some cheered and clapped, but it was all static in your ears. “C’mon.” You held out your hand.

Rowan gave a lopsided grin and took your hand as you pushed through the crowd. The two of you were on cloud nine. Somehow even more in love with the other than before. Nothing could bring you down.

Nothing apart from Xavier.

A stack of papers dropped onto your desk whilst you were waiting for your History teacher. You looked up in confusion, meeting Xavier’s hard glare. Before you could speak up he raised his hand, stopping you. “That’s why you won’t date me?” He scoffed. “Rowan Laslow of all people?”

“Back off, Xavier.” You rolled your eyes. “I won’t date you because I’m not attracted to you.”

“Bullshit!” Xavier slammed his hands down on the drawings, paintings, and photos he dropped onto your table. “Did he drug you? Is this some fucked up Harry Potter thing?” He asked.

“Humble yourself, Xavi.” You stood up, pointing at him. She waved it away and in retaliation, you slapped him.

The whole class gasped as you retracted your hand in shock. Xavier looked at you, holding his cheek. “Fuck you.” He spat, storming out of the class.

-

You were lying on Rowan’s chest later that night, watching a movie on his laptop. You thought for a second, drawing circles on his abs with your finger before mumbling, “You know I love you more than anything, right?”

You heard Rowan laugh slightly, kissing your head. “I know. And I love you more, my moon.”

You smiled at his words, melting into him. “Wrong. I love you most.” You looked up at him with a grin, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” You nodded surely.

“Prove it then.” Rowan murmured, kissing you.

You rose your eyebrows at him as he smirked. You scoffed, straddling him and kissing his neck. “You like that?” You asked after you left a hickey, gaining a moan from the boy underneath you.

He nodded, looking at you with a lustful gaze. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.” He whispered, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You grounded down on his crotch, causing him to groan and blush. “y/n…”

“What is it, baby?” You asked, rasping, lips pecking and nibbling on his neck. “Use your words.”

“Please.” Rowan begged before the door slammed open with a bang. You jumped, falling into the floor as Rowan covered his top half. “Miss Weems.” He said in embarrassment.

“Excuse me. I don’t mean to barge in here, but the two of you know the rules. After nine o’clock, you stay in your own dorms.” Headmistress Weems said accusingly. “y/n, allow me to escort you to your dormitory.”

“Ms. Weems, I-“ You stopped at the look she gave you. “Bye, Row Boat.” You mumbled, kissing Rowan softly

“y/n.” Weems said sternly when the kids started to deepen.

You groaned and pulled away, whispering another ’goodbye’ before being lectured on all the way to the other side of the school.

[biggestsimponhere]

I wasn’t gonna talk about it, hoping someone else would say it but I’ve seen it too many times now. PLEASE DO NOT tag ships that are NOT in the fanfic. If it’s a fic for Xavier I don’t want to see “Wednesday Addams x reader” or “Tyler Galpin x reader” in the tags. Please tag your fics with the correct ship if it’s Xavier x reader just tag it “Xavier Thorpe x reader” if there’s other characters that ARE NOT with the reader just tag their name without the X reader. I know you want to have more tags so more people see it but there are plenty of other tags such as the show name or “Wednesday Characters x reader”, anyways thank you for coming to my rant.

I’m sorry if this comes off bitchy I just would please like fics to be tagged correctly so I can read what I was actually looking for <3

THIS GOES FOR ALL FANDOMS BTW!!!!!

PLEASE TAG YOUR FICS CORRECTLY, I LOVE YOU ALL, THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US FANFICS 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[0anonnymouslyours0]

rowan laslow 🕴🏻🔪 me want rowan

yessir 🫡🫡

warnings; not proofread, smut ( p in v ), kissing, teasing, rowan abuses his telekinesis powers, reader can read minds, fluffy aftercare

you were fairly new to nevermore, so you didn't know many people, except for yoko your roommate, and enid. and then by extension wednesday. and although classes kept you busy, and yoko and enids persistent social activities took up much time as well, you still had time to think about the rowan laslow. rowan laslow who you almost felt was a ghost. he was barely in class, and when he was he always was at the very back of the room, obscured from your vision.

yoko had invited you to join the nightshades, a highly coveted invitation. and you must admit, your eagerness to join the group was only heightened when you discovered rowan was apart of it. rowan didn't talk much during meetings, opting to sit in a corner, flicking through one of the many books in the library, and just listen. the only person who he seemed to talk to was wednesday. so of course, you pestered her about him.

"what's rowan like?"

"i'm unsure."

"your friends with him!"

"am i?"

this didn't really go very far, so you had take it upon yourself to make an extra special effort to get to know him. he was quiet, obviously smart, brown hair swept in a side part, thick rimmed glasses, about an inch taller then you, and you were quite tall. you weren't very sure when the curiosity turned into blind attraction, maybe it was when you were observing him in a nightshades meeting, as he walked laps around the room looking for a book. his hand swept along the shelf, long fingers tracing the spine of books in a way that made you shiver. or maybe it was his little habit of biting his lip whilst he was concentrating in class. you stared at him quite a bit in class, to the point you were surprised he hadn't caught you.

all of this came to a head, when you were called for an emergency nightshades meeting. you decided to go a little early, browse the shelves. and it seems someone else had the same idea was you, because when you walked in rowan was already there. sitting in his usual corner, book in hand.

"hey." you said, waving awkwardly.

rowan didn't jump at you presence, he didn't even look up. he just replied a curt, hello, and re-focused on his book. you frowned, not expecting him to be rude.

"what are you reading?" you asked, walking over to him and dropping your bag to the floor.

"nothing."

"your clearly reading something.." you pestered, and it was then that the book simply lifted itself off his lap and flew back to its position on the shelf.

he looked up at you smiling, "am i reading something?"

you laughed, deciding that rowan wasn't rude, perhaps just a little awkward.

"i'm y/n." you say, extending a hand, then immediately pulling it back in, thinking better of shaking his hand.

rowan laughs, a light and breathy sound, before extending his hand out to you. you smile down at it, before shaking it firmly.

"i'm rowan, charmed to meet you." he says, a joking air to the statement, he was continuing with the old timey-joke.

and you laughed, leaning against the wall next to him and sliding down. rowan sat above you, looking down.

"your new?" he questioned, and you nodded.

"whats your.. power?" he asked, shrugging at the choice of word.

"i can read minds." you said, simply.

and it was then that rowan freaked out a little, sitting up straighter and brushing his hair away from his forehead. his hand came up to loosen his tie, in an action that had you a little flustered.

"like can you tell what i'm thinking?" he asked, nervous for your answer.

"no, i'm not really good at any random peoples thoughts, but if i touched you, i would know." you answered.

rowan relaxed a little.

"when i shook your hand?" he asked.

"nope.. too short of contact." you replied, and he nodded.

"where as if i.." you reached up, placing a hand on rowans upper arm, clutching it softy. rowans eyes flitted down to your hand, gulping at the contact, and trying to keep his thoughts pure.

you closed your eyes, focusing.

"shes touching me.. god rowan think of something else. what were you reading in that book? you can't remember can you because she walked in. think positive.. i wonder if she can tell what i'm thinking now?" you smiled softly to yourself.

rowan observed your reaction.

"she's smiling.. why is she smiling? shes really pretty, wait no stop! look away."

your breath catches in your throat. and you grip his forearm a little stronger, unknowingly propping up your tits in the shirt your wearing.

"shit.. look away.. no don't look, god she looks good in that top. why does this have to happen? surely she can't tell what i'm thinking.."

you pull your hand away suddenly, surprising rowan.

"uhh.." you say, standing up quickly. rowan does the same, standing in front of you.

"listen- i well-" he begins, and is then cut off by the sound of footsteps.

"y/n!" enid cheers, running forward to give you a small hug.

"hey." you say, forcing your eyes away from rowan.

the rest of the nightshades filter in, grabbing chairs and placing them in the circle. for the first time, rowan moves his chair in, and directly opposite you. he holds eye contact as he does so, in a way that makes you feel hot, eventually having to move your eyes away from him.

bianca begins talking, but you can't focus, because rowan is staring directly at you. and you look at him quickly, taking in his spread out legs, and relaxed posture as he leans against the chair frame. its a position that he you thinking all kinds of things you shouldn't, and has your thighs squeezing together, something rowan takes notice to. and then you feel it, a slight shiver that runs down your left thigh. your mouth widens a little, looking up at rowan, who is full on smirking at you. his hand his slinging off when chair, but his hand moves, and you feel that invisible trail run up your other thigh.

you shuffle in your chair, heart pounding. and then rowans trailing up both your thighs, getting further to the soft skin of the inside of your thighs. it has you shivering in your jeans.

"you cold?" yoko asks, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

"p-perfectly fine." you say, crossing your arms, and pressing your thighs together for some relief.

yoko gives you an odd look, before turning back to focus on the debate between wednesday and bianca.

the invisible hand stops, and you breath out, hoping for a break, but a tickle runs along the the underside of your boob, and you gasp, surprised. the invisible lean circles your chest, brushing closer to your hard nipples. yoko shoots you another strange look. nudging enid.

"y/n? everything good?" enid now asks, catching the attention of the group.

and you turn to answer, but then rowans swiping along your nipples, and then theres another trail that runs along your thighs at the same time. and you gasp, clutching your chest quickly.

"yes, y/n are you alright?" rowan perks up from the other side of the circle, a small smirk on his face. and you glare at him, after all your strange behavior was his fault.

"do you want to go back to the dorms?" yoko asks.

"i can take you-" enid offers, but shes soon cut off by rowan.

"i'll take her." he says quickly, getting up. and your pulled off your chair, rowans hand on your waist, walking up the stairs, strange looks following you.

once your out of the room, the secret door securely closed, rowan has you pressed against the wall, his hands still on your waist. your chest is heaving, and wetness has pooled in your underwear. you feel overwhelmed, and rowans face so close to yours doesn't help.

"how are you feeling, sweetheart?" he asks, and your brain momentarily short-circuits at the nickname.

"i-" you stutter out.

and rowan leans closer to your face, a smile still planted on his face.

"do you want me to.." he trails off, eyes falling to your lips.

"god yes." you murmur, hands pulling at his shirt, until hes impossibly close to you.

and his lips are on yours, and he doesn't even wait before his tongue is gliding along yours. his hands fall from your waist to your hips, pulling you against him. and you can hear his thoughts, so loud there almost screaming at you.

and he's thinking about how good this kiss is, and how he wants you, now. and he thinks he can maybe take you right now against this wall, but then anyone could walk past, not to mention the nightshades. and then hes thinking about how your tits are pressed against his chest, and how your hips are grinding against his.

and your flooded by his thoughts, your thoughts, the overwhelming attraction. and you squeeze your eyes tightly, trying to turn it off, wanting to be able to think.

you break contact, leaning back as his thoughts disappear from your mind.

"my dorm?" he whispers, hands still on your hips and face only centimeters from yours.

you nod and then your rushing to his dorm, stealing short kisses as you climb the stairs, and then your stopping altogether and rowans got you pressed against the wall next to the stairs, again. and he's kissing you with such intensity that you feel dizzy.

the kiss is broken and rowans holding your hand, as he guides you the rest of the way to his dorm. as soon as the door is closed clothes are being thrown off in a flurry, eyes raking across each others bodies. rowans kissing you again as he pulls you over to the bed, falling back down. your on top of him, and you instinctively straddle him, grinding down. rowan groans out at the pleasure. you've only got your panties and bra on, rowan only in his boxers.

and he breaks the kiss, to trail his hands from your hips up to the sides of your bra, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. his hand comes up to unclip in, revealing your breasts. rowan can't help but moan at the sight, hands palming them lightly. his real thumb trails along your nipples, and you throw your head back at the feeling.

he continues to palm your boobs as he leans up, placing kisses along your neck, something that will surely leave a hickey. you pull away, slipping down until your off him. you tilt your head at him, smirk playing on your lips as you snap the band of his boxers. he watches, eyes wide and pupils blown. you pull them down slowly, eyes also widening as his hard dick slaps against his stomach. your fingers trace along his happy trail, right to the base of his cock, an action that has him panting. your thumb teases over the head of his cock. rowans loosing it, the pleasure too much. your sit up, raising your hips so you can take you panties off. shuffling forward again you hover above him. rowan watches as you sink down onto him, moans leaving both of your mouths as you bottom out.

"holy shit.." rowan mumbles, and your thinking just that as you start to move your hips.

rowan hips thrust up into you, and you moan out his name. leaning down to kiss him once again, you set a rhythm. rowan can't seem to decide where to touch you, his hands are on your hips, your boobs, your waist, your cheeks and you smile at his eagerness. and then finally his hand trails down further then your waist, towards your clit.

"rowan.." you pant as he presses his thumb against your clit, circling lightly.

your rhythm has been broken, your movements erratic as pleasure clouds your brain. rowans groaning belief you, as you clench around him.

"so, so good baby." he says, kissing along your collar bone to leave more hickeys in his wake.

your so close, and you can tell rowan is too. your hand comes up to pull at his hair, something that his him practically crying out, hips stuttering against yours. and you do it again, and rowans moaning out as he finishes inside you.

his hand continues to work against your clit, and then your cumming too, head thrown back and vision blackening as you cry out rowans name. you fall down onto his chest, and his arms wrap around you, both your chests heaving as you come down from your high.

a kiss is planted on your forehead, as rowan slowly moves you off him. your tired, body exhausted from your efforts. rowans up and getting a towel to clean you up, and one of his shirts to cover your body. and then hes back in bed, allowing you to cuddle up to his side. his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, and kissing you one last time before you fall asleep.

[cerise-angel]

+18 rowan laslow x reader

Rowan who looks so proper and gentle in classes. Always opening doors for you, leaving you small notes on any subject you cant quite understand, bringing you a new bookmarker every week, because he knows you like to collect them. Taking you to coffee dates, knowing your favorite by heart. Never ever letting you catch a rain, because he has a small umbrella he takes with him. Giving you his jackets when he thinks you might me cold. Sneaking out to cuddle you in your dorm when you had an anxiety attack. Giving you his pillow, because you once said you like the smell.

Rowan who is anything but proper and gentle when he fucks you. Always leaving you a whimpering, worn out mess. Leaving small heart shaped bruises all over your chest and thighs. Bringing you to the edge just before denying you, because he knows you like it. Taking you slowly, deeply, roughly, anyway you want to. Never ever letting you unsatisfied, because he just loves when you cum before, with and after him. Pulling your hair when you're all on fours for him, bringing your body closer and closer, melting into you. Whining and moaning everytime you moan his name, everytime you bite him, everytime you scratch him, everytime you own him. Fucking you in nothing but one of his shirts, because he likes the way you look in them.

(no actual excuse for this just yeah. my first time writing smuttiness jfc)

[b4b3tte]

꒰ ⊹ ˚ . Summary — here are some jealousy head canons of Rowan laslow part one!!

Contains of — Jealousy,Slight possessiveness,Deadpan expressions, Fluff,SFW moments, Kisses, Hugs, Comforting, Pet names !!

Babette’s note — I’m so sorry I haven’t released any material, I honestly haven’t found anything interesting to write about but I’ve rewatched Wednesday and noticed i haven’t seen a lot of Rowan fanfics so I decided to write about him!! I hope the new year is going great and thank you for 120 followers!! Request box is open!!!

— There are little to no any problems with you and your relationship with Rowan, but the little problems are him being slightly too jealous.

— him being a outcast in a school full of them, there are a little bit( a-lot ) of insecurities that come with it, so he does get upset having you spend extra time with his Peers, letting his thoughts of you leaving him fill his mind up.

— gets so mad and stressed out, that he uses his inhaler 24/7

— if you are expressing your attention towards Xavier Rowan will give him the deadpan look for the whole week

— he can be very two faced, let’s say you feel bad that you made Rowan feel insecure that you hug and kiss his neck, while he hugs you back he is giving whoever is behind you a nasty deadpan stare letting them know they fucked up

— Rowan is still amazed at how someone gorgeous and like able like you ended up with someone like him. So at first he felt like he shouldn’t be able to touch you, but after you comforted him and such he loves having his hands on you, just basically engaging physical contact

— but He still gets scared having physical contact with you in public, he isn’t embarrassed or ashamed of you more like he is scared you are embarrassed or ashamed of him, so he tries to minimize that affection by just forehead kisses and hand holding

— But when he gets jealous or mad at someone for stealing your attention all of those negative thoughts leave his mind and shows proudly that your his

— by moving you closer to him by pulling your waist next to him, whispers in you ear, kisses on your lips, his hand going up and down your thigh, hand on your lower back leading towards your ass ( 🫢 )

— Having the love of his life spend time with people he doesn’t like hurts him inside which obviously causes a sour sarcastic change in his mood so this can go both ways.

— A.) he leaves you alone with whoever you are hanging out with, locking himself in his room crying, letting his negative thoughts take over.

— B.) he purposely makes his sour mood noticeable to you and waits for you to stop what your doing and focus on him giving him the attention he so desperately needs from you

( I personally think A is more Rowan but u can pick<3 ) 

A :

— When he does cry, it is bad, pure sobs, using his inhaler, resisting the urge to break his glasses,face in pillow with tears and snot all over, he doesn’t take jealousy too well which is pretty clear.

— When you first confessed it took awhile for him to be convinced that you didn’t see him as an outcast

— But when he sees you hanging out with other people or act more interested in them he will think you finally saw him as the outcast he is

— even though it does hurt him, the making up part is the great part about it. Since this probably is a constant cycle he will slightly look forward to how you will make it up to him

—  whether or not it’s by cuddles, constant praises and cute nose kisses or something more deeper if you catch my drift;)

— if you do decide to go through the wholesome route, forehead and nose kisses are the best and comforting for him he absolutely adores

— trust me he enjoys having his lips engage with yours but having forehead and nose kisses makes him feel more comforted and safe

End of A.

— For pet names he never really thought about ones he specifically liked, out of the names you’ll call him he will pick favorites out of them

— and it’s most likely you’d figure out the ones he enjoys based on his flustered shy smile reactions.

B :

— we all know Rowan can be secretly bitchy and pissed off and won’t have a difficult time showing it, he gets pissed off about a lot of things in his life but when it comes towards you giving other’s your attention it gives him more of a good reasons to show that annoyance and anger.

— I’m sure Rowan knows you don’t mean to do these things intentionally but it still gets under his skin and has to let you know that he is upset but rather not directly tell you but tell you by his annoyed actions

— Rowan would most definitely give you the silent treatment…if he had the heart too, he honestly loves you too much for his own good that he just can’t ignore you

— just expect bland and deadpan answers instead of his usual shy awkward smiley answers

— surprisingly it’s a big difference in his behavior so it doesn’t take you that long to notice his sudden sour mood

— you’d have to ask him what’s wrong so many times but knowing how stubborn he can be during that time you will just get a lot of “nothing is wrong “ or “ I am fine I don’t know what you are talking about “ or “ I just have a headache nothing big “

— he will be rude towards the person or people you were giving your attention too, and of course you picked up on that which made you connect the dots that he was jealous

— simply all you need to do is wait for his glasses to slightly drop down to his nose and push them back up and hug him and apologize

— you guys will talk about how he felt, some comforting words and everything is good!

End of B

— sometimes he can be possessive in general with no trigger needed, you can suggest a date in weathervane cafe and he will frown and try to give you every excuse in the book not to go.

— Reason for that he rather have you and him cuddling on his bed talking about each others day than go out and have everybody give you stares, the stares only he should be able to give you.

— He always found the term baby gross and off putting since Xavier used it the most towards his past girlfriends but when it came out of your mouth and having it directed to him it felt different so it’s a high nickname up on the list.

— he is most definitely a switch but when you call him sweetheart it unlocks more of his submissive side, since the name sweetheart is rather a feminine ish name he gets super shy when you refer him as that in public

— so during a moment of comfort he adores baby and sweetheart but most importantly Rowan. You using his real name during times like this shows that you are being sincere and actually care so he really appreciates that

Thank you so much for reading it means a lot! I would appreciate likes and comments because it shows me that I did a good job in my writing or I need some improvements so any show of love or feedback is amazing so tysm!!

Just remember, One thing you need to realize is that everything ends up working out. Sometimes even better than you can imagine.Remember this when you're in a hard place or feel like you're challenged the most.Believe in where you're heading. I love you 🤍⭐️!

[runningthroughthegarden]

rowan laslow date headcanons <3

- just to start off, this man is alwaysss taking pictures of you. your insta is full of candids he takes because they are always perfect

- after school is out he would drag you away from the quad out into the forest. once you arrived you would see a blanket set up with all your favorite snacks. “i thought we could use a break from homework”. you two would spend hours out there just eating and talking.

- it’s winter and you’ve been dying to go ice skating. so one weekend rowan takes you out to Jericho’s ice rink. somehow rowan is the most perfect ice skater ever. you hold onto his arm the whole time while he helps you balance. “woah watch out there Bambi”. the night is spent out on the ice, your fits of giggles being the only thing keeping you warm.

- he convinces xavier to let him borrow his shed for just a night. when you arrive there’s to blank canvas’s waiting for you. you guys spend the night blasting music and making really shitty paintings. “okay well if you squint your eyes and tilt your head it looks good”.

- takes you to the carnival. spends the night winning you way too many bears. loves going on rides watching you scream and laugh. to end the night you guys hold hands while watching the fireworks. “yknow i still think you’re the prettiest thing ive seen”. he squeezes your hand just a little tighter bringing his attention back to the fireworks.

- bike rides to the thrift store. knows you always need a new wardrobe. loves going through all the clothes with you. always picks the ugliest shit and jokingly says you should wear it. “no i honestly think you’d look great in this”. let’s you pick out clothes for him cause you have the best style.

[talksliketherain]

Rowan Laslow - Dreams

Backstory- Y/n and Rowan have been friends for years. Y/n can read minds and can be put in other people's dreams involuntarily if she does it in her sleep.

Not proof read! Please do not steal or copy my work! If you have any requests dm me!

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Y/n was sleeping peacefully in her bed, her mind finally calm and blank. She usually didn't read minds because it was invasive and cruel, but couldn't help it in her sleep.

She could see a different person's dream almost every single night. Thankfully sometimes it gave her a break, but when it didn't it gave her secondhand embarrassment.

She had once accidentally gone into Xavier's dream, where she saw him in his shed in the middle of a deep make-out session with a certain Addams girl....

Nobody knew this was a part of her powers, so when this happened she would silently observe their mood after the dream from the night before. It provided a lot of insight into what went on in their mind.

Tonight she was in her best friend, Rowan Laslow's dream. They had been friends since they were kids, and in the past couple of months, she developed feelings toward him.

She saw Rowan walking through a hallway with a girl following him. It looked like the one that led to his and Xavier's dorm. It was. She couldn't see the girl's face, just that Rowan looked flustered.

He was dreaming about a girl. Y/N's heart sank, realizing she was not the one on his mind.

He opened the door and pulled her in by her wrist. She watched as Rowan took the girl and pinned her wrists to the wall. The girl scoffed and turned to push him back up against the wall and pin his wrists above his head.

When she turned to switch places with him, y/n saw.. that it was her.

Y/n then watched herself lean in to kiss him and then get more heated.

Rowan got out of her grasp, knowing he was much stronger and used his telekinesis to guide her body into the air and lower her onto his bed. He then crawled on top of her and began to make out again.

Y/n couldn't believe what she was seeing. Why would he dream this? Was he okay with it? Did he want this?

Y/n saw herself switch positions with him so she was the one on top, sitting on his lap. She had his face cupped in her hands and his hands in her hair. She began leaving hickeys all over his neck and whispered in his ear "You're mine."

She watched as Rowan whimpered and moaned under her touch before answering back "I'm all yours."

Just as Rowan went to take her shirt off, she forced herself to wake up.

She awoke in a panic. Her dreams always felt so real. Everything came to life.

"How am I going to face him after that?" She thought.

Y/n felt like she invaded Rowan's privacy. Yes, she felt the same way, and no she couldn't help it. But it still felt wrong.

She began to wonder. Does he feel the same?

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For the next few days, y/n completely avoided Rowan. He was dumbfounded and wondered what he did wrong.

She usually sat next to Rowan in all of the classes they had together, but went out of her way to find another one so she didn't have to face him.

He ran up to her after their last class of the day.

"Hey, y/n wait up!"

She turned around and walked as quickly as she could in the opposite direction of him.

"Hey, I'm serious. Wait for me!"

She kept walking, not even glancing his way.

Rowan decided he had been ignored for long enough.

"Okay fine. You asked for it."

Y/n felt herself lifting off of the ground. And being led to a nearby classroom. The door opened and she floated in, Rowan following behind her.

He lowered her to the ground but pushed her back against the wall so she couldn't move.

"Rowan this isn't funny put me down! Now!"

"Tell me what's wrong. Why have you been avoiding me?"

She looked up to meet his hurt eyes, and then immediately looked away from them.

"Don't fall for it", She thought.

"I'm just busy Rowan it's nothing now let me go." She pleaded.

"I know when you're lying. Listen y/n I could be here all day, so if you want down, you've got some explaining to do."

She paused and looked up again. The nerdy boy she had always known disappeared. And in his place was a slightly more confident male who was upset she was avoiding him.

She let out a sigh. "What do you feel for me?"

"W-what?"

"I said. What do you feel for me, Rowan?"

His name slid off her tongue like butter. He wished he could hear it over and over again.

"I like you y/n. I have for a while now. What does this have to do with you ignoring me?"

"Rowan...I saw your dream the other night with me in it. Is that what you want? To be with me like that?"

Rowan had to think. He had a lot of dreams about her. He was too afraid to ask which one she meant. He had to count the days she had been ignoring him and thought about the dream from the night before.

Of course, it was the most promiscuous one.

"I want you y/n. I want all of you. Every single atom. I want to be the one you go to sleep and wake up next to. I want to be your person."

Y/n stared in silence trying to process what he said. He liked her back. A lot. The dream was what he wanted.

He took her silence as rejection and lowered her to the ground. He started to walk to the other side of the room.

"Just forget it. I understand."

Y/n stood in place in a trance until she realized he was walking out.

“Rowan. Wait."

He turned to her right behind him, her e/c eyes boring into his. She then grabbed him, pulled him in by his collar, and pressed her lips against his.

He put his hands on the small of her back, then let his hands wander. Every curve, every inch, everything. All of it was being caressed and touched by him. She pulled away, pulling his bottom lip out a little bit as she did.

"You look so cute when you pout." She teased.

"I wonder what it would take to look hot."

"I can think of a few things..."

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THANKS FOR READINGGGG!!!

[hxlyhoax]

Paralyzed

Based off of Paralyzed by Big Time Rush

Rowan Laslow x Reader

warning(s): I hate the ending. semi proof read. all mistakes are mine. if I need to add anything else let me know :)

━━━━━ © hxlyhoax 2023 do not steal, post on third party sites or translate my work. I do not own the rights to Wednesday or any of the canon characters mentioned.

You walked with Enid right by your side. You were new to Nevermore and she was showing you around while also keeping you up with the latest gossip around the school or in the next town over that was named Jericho.

“Dude” Xavier frowned at his roommate, hitting his arm. “Huh” the dazed boy let out, looking at the long haired boy. “You weren’t listening?”

Rowan shook his head, guilt clear in his features. “I got distracted.” he frowned, watching as Xavier furrowed his eyebrows and looked to where the shorter boy nodded his head. “Oh, They’re new.”

Rowan only nodded, biting his lip. You’d never notice him. He knew it. Xavier knew it. Hell, Enid probably already knew it.

The next time he saw you was when you were going against Bianca in fencing. He watched intensely as you and the siren went after each other, smiling once he realized you had won the match.

“Nice moves.” Bianca smiled, staring you down. “Thank you.” you nodded, smiling back before looking over to another student who wanted to go against you.

“You should talk to them.” Xavier whispered in the boys ear, smiling softly. “I- I can’t-” Rowan shook his head, taking a short breath. “And why is that?” the long haired boy frowned, tilting his head. “They’re out of my league. And i’ll make a fool out of myself if I do.” the boy frowned, looking to his roommate with a look similar to a wounded puppy. “Would you like me to talk to them for you?”

“You would do that?” Rowan asked, confused as why the boy who seemed to careless about him would help. “Yeah” Xavier nodded, looking towards you again, waving slightly when he noticed you were looking in their direction.

You waved back with a smile on your face. A smile that made Rowan melt. Oh, how he loved you.

The third time he saw you was at the carnival. You were accompanied by Xavier who was hopefully putting in a good word for him.

“So how are you liking Nevermore?” Xavier asked, smile on his face. “It’s alright” you shrugged, “Kind of like every other private school i’ve been to, just with more outcasts and I actually like the uniform.”

“You like the uniform?” the tall boy cringed, watching as you chuckled lightly and nodded. “Way better than my last ones. Those were hideous.”

“Do you like anyone?”

You stared at him for moment, head tilted. “I like a lot of people.”

“No, like like.”

“like like ?”

“like like.” Xavier nodded his head, trying to laugh at thought of you two just repeating two words. “Well, I don’t know. I don’t think I know anyone that much to “like like” them.” you shrugged, “But I am curious about someone.”

“Oh? do tell.”

“This boy. He wears glasses. He’s-”

“Rowan. His name is Rowan. He’s my roommate actually.”

“Oh- Did I do something wrong? Because it seems like he’s always avoiding me.” you frowned, placing your hands in your pockets.

“Oh, no. I can promise you, you did nothing wrong. He’s just really awkward that’s all. But, if you liked to meet him I can set something up.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” you shook your head, smiling softly. “But, thanks though.”

“No. I insist. He’s right over there actually.” Xavier pointed to a boy who was sitting alone at a bench. The same boy you had been curious about for weeks. The same boy you may have developed a little crush on. The same boy who-

“Well?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah, let’s go.” you nodded, missing the way he inaudibly chuckled to himself.

“Rowan” Xavier called out as the both of you walked over, watching as he turned his head, eyes going wide at the sight of you. “Oh, hi.” the boy smiled, pushing his glasses up, doing his best to control his breathing, keeping a tight fist on his inhaler that was in his pocket. “Rowan this is Yn. Yn this is Rowan.”

“Hi, Yn.” Rowan nodded, staring at you for a few seconds before looking to the ground again. “Hi, Rowan. It’s nice to finally meet you. Heard a lot of good things actually.”

“Good things?” he asked, looking up, cheeks going red as Xavier winked at him. He really was playing wingman. And he’d forever be in debt to the psychic. “Yeah. You’ve got yourself a good wingman over here.” you chuckled, sitting across from him.

“Oh- Uhm- Wingman? No-”

You stared at him as he used his inhaler, frowning slightly. “Do I make you nervous?”

The boy in the glasses looked at you, swallowing silently. “Not in a bad way.”

“In a good way then?”

“He likes you.” Xavier cut off the awkward encounter. “Xav-”

“I like you too.”

Both boys looked over at you. Xavier smiling in triumph and Rowan in shock. “You do?” Rowan began to smile, setting his inhaler down, controlling his breaths once again. “I do.”

[ufcow]

was on a road trip and thought some more abt rowan

⬆️ me trying to explain myself

rowan right? right. his fingers 😣 honestly hes just so pretty and i cant help but talk abt him

hes got the perfect set of plush lips too ☹️ it’s ridiculous 

stop bc when he gets tripped up by bianca and we get to see that close up of him disheveled jesus christ. like get tf up bby boy 🎀 suck it up and use your hands ☺️😋 

back to his fingers..🫣 like ik i said this in the tiddies post but oop i know his hands are so so so warm😵‍💫 and when hes clutching your tits its so 🥴

do the glasses stay on or not and do they get foggy when he’s embarrassed 😲…???

can we all be delusional together please omg

[vi-trying-to-survive]

Sick Days

Rowan Laslow x f!Reader

Warnings: None, this is almost all fluff (nvm its just is all fluff) 💖💖💖

Summary: Rowan comes to visit Y/N and finds that she's sick

A/N: I hope you like it !! 💖💖💖 I'm just trying to write for some new characters :) 💖💖💖 Sorry if the updates are slow :') 💖💖💖

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"Hey, Y/N?", he called out, voice echoing back towards him, "Where are you?".

He couldn't help but think the worst, with everything that was going on at this school, as he blinked at the room he was in. The sheets were thrown carelessly around, books scattered everywhere and her makeup was spread around her desk. Very out-of-character. His heart pounded in his chest, what if something had happened to her. He needed to do something. He needed to get help.

His train of thought was interrupted by a string of incoherent mumbling. Peering over the edge of the bed, he found a pile of mismatched throw blankets, pink, blue, yellow, even plaid. Through the sea of colours, he spotted a pair of eyes blinking up at him.

He shook his head, the fear and anxiety melting away, as he chuckled, "I can't hear you".

The blankets wriggled a little, before toppling over, revealing a girl in mismatched pyjamas lying on the floor her hair, messy, tangled and splayed out. Her nose was red and her eyes watery, with a heap of crumpled tissues next to her. In a nasal voice she groaned, "I'm here".

He quickly put two and two together, feeling a pang of guilt that he didn't know about it. "How are you feeling ?", he asked, leaning on the side of her bed as he lowered himself to ground.

"I literally can't breathe", she sighed, struggling to take a deep breath as proof. In defeat, she flipped over, pushing her head deeper into the snot-stained pillow, her voice muffled, “just leave me here to die”.

He laced his finger through her knitted mess of hair, scratching gently, just the way she liked it. She hummed in delight. “Did you go to the nurse?", he questioned, raising an eyebrow. He already knew the answer to the question, yet he still enjoyed asking, just to see her nose scrunch up with irritation.

She lifted her head from its fluffy prison, eyebrows furrowed as she glared sharply at him. "No, why would I", she scoffed, before planting her head back into its original position.

“To get medicine?", he grinned to himself, moving a hand down to rest on her cheek, tracing aimlessly.

She rolled her eyes, "I don't need it, I'll fight it out on my own". Rolling over she pulled a blanket back over herself, tucking her arms under, before giving him a pointed stare with her brows raised.

"If you say so", he taunted playfully. He watched her closely as he pretended to get to his feet, moving at a tenth of a regular person’s speed.

Just as he thought, she bolted up right away, the blanket long forgotten, "No- wait- I didn't mean alone".

"Just joking", he smirked, feeling a little sorry when he noticed her distress, but it felt a little too good to be needed. He positioned himself next to her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Do you want cuddles?"

Turning to face him, she whined, “I do but you'll get sick”.

He probably would get whatever bug she had, but it didn't really matter to him, he could only think of her, “I don't care, really”.

"Really?", she beamed, closing the distance between them. She let out a contented sigh at the feeling of his arms wrapping around her waist, snuggling deeper into his cool skin and twisting her leg around his. Finally her body seemed to relax, as the pounding in her head dulled a little.

He leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead, "Happy?".

"Very", she smiled, eyes fluttering shut as a wave of exhaustion washed over her and lulled her to sleep.

[biggestsimponhere]

I’m currently swamped with requests so while I will be putting out fanfics, please be patient with me!! I’ll still take requests and write what y’all ask, but it may take longer due to the many requests I have. Again, I will get to them and you can keep sending in requests. I’m sorry if it’s taking longer but I also have things going on outside of tumblr :( such as school and problems with my friends. Also if something’s not in the moment motivating me and I put out other fanfics such as Xavier requests aren’t motivating me as much as Tyler ones are, so more Tyler will be posted then Xavier currently.

Again sorry I’m not putting out as many one shots as I am headcannons I’m just going through something.

Love you all <3

[0anonnymouslyours0]

would you write for rowan laslow 👀

uhhh yess!! lemme know what u want!

i love men with glasses like i’m not kidding i have the biggest glasses kink

little story time:

i hooked up with this guy on a boat (in the tiniest fucking bathroom) bc he was flirting with me and i was liek whatever.. but then! then he pulled out a pair of glasses and i was like 😱😍😍

[reflectuions]

NSFW PORN LINKS ; wednesday edition

a/n: this does not include anyone from the cast of wednesday who are underage such as moosa (plays as eugene ottinger!). anyways, i hope u like this as much as i do >_< if there are any other characters u would like for me to do, lmk so i can make a pt 2!!!

☆ WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

wednesday eating u out >0<

riding wednesday like ur life depends on it!!!

wednesday teasing you :(

the both of u kissing intimately, so cuteee

★ ENID SINCLAIR

vibrator on both of ur clits bc it feels so fucking good!!!

double sided dildo to please each other ^ ^

what enid sent u while u were away

fucking after class (^O^) ♥︎

☆ AJAX PETROPOLUS

ajax fingering you in the car!!!

propping up your leg to let ajax fuck into you >_<

riding ajax in public, hoping u 2 don’t get caught

ajax just loves fucking into u ♥︎

★ XAVIER THORPE

first time w temperature play!!

sloppy kisses w xav as he plays with ur tits :0

xavier’s cum spilling out of you

kisses are his favorite thing to do with you ^_^

☆ BIANCA BARCLAY

what bianca sends u when she’s needy for u :(

playing with bianca’s pussy!!! so cuteee

using her pretty face to cum ^0^

when she’s needy for u pt2 hehe

★ ROWAN LASLOW

riding touchy!rowan o(>ω<)o

riding rowan’s pretty face!!!

making out with u is his fav to do :(

playing with his flushed cock ^_^

[herlondonboy]

10 Things I Hate About You

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x gn!reader / Enid Sinclair x sibling!reader

Summary: Wednesday discovers that she likes it when you make her blush hates you.

Warnings: just fluff and kissing I believe. Probably ooc Wednesday again.

Word Count: 1.0k

Wednesday almost stabbed you when you dragged her into a supply closet.

You had intercepted her walk to her next lesson with Miss Thornhill. Before she could say anything you kissed her and she melted ever so slightly. Her hands came up to your face, holding your cheeks with her soft hands as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

When you broke away, she stared at you in confusion as if she was telling you to explain the reasoning behind your actions. “You looked stressed at lunch.” You shrugged. All this talk of figuring out who The Hyde is and Gomez being arrested for murder. “I wanted to help.”

“So you dragged me into the janitor’s closet to kiss me?” Wednesday scoffed, her heart beating far too fast. She reached for the light and you gasped, tilting your head. “What?” She asked.

“You…” You pulled a mirror out of your bag and handed it to her.

Wednesday looked at you skeptically before looking down and also gasping. “What’s happening to me?” She asked dramatically, pinching and moving her cheeks. “Why is there colour on my face?” Wednesday frowned. I opened my mouth to speak, but she rushed out of the closet to Enid.

You sighed and left the closet after, turning to Rowan, Ajax, and Xavier who laughed. “That’s gotta be a metaphor or something.” Xavier said and you looked up at the sign that read ‘CLOSET’ above you. “Congrats on coming out of the closet, y/n.” He nodded to you. You held up your middle finger at them, walking to your dorm.

You didn’t see Wednesday for nearly a week after that. Clearly had blushing spooked her because she also had not been attending her lessons. You went to confront your sister about it, but she just squealed and ran away. She was no help whatsoever.

Finally, on Friday, five days later, you sat down for lunch with your friends and your sister. She leaned over and whispered. “Wednesday is mad at you for making her blush and if she finds out that I’m telling you this she will ‘up out my larynx and tear off your auricles,’ okay? So don’t tell her.” She pointed a breadstick at you.

“Hm.” You said proudly, holding your head up high. “Tell me everything.”

“Well…” Enid started.

‘Wednesday rushed to her dorm and slammed the door shut, startling Enid. She looked in your compact mirror once more, looking distraught. “Help me.” Wednesday said to Enid when she stood up and made her way over.

“What exactly do you need help with?” Enid asked in confusion.

“My face has colour. Get it off.” Wednesday said seriously with a glare. Enid froze for a second before doubling over in a fit of laughter. Wednesday squinted at her in annoyance ask Enid wiped her tears.

The laughter didn’t stop for three more minutes before Enid started wheezing. “I’m sorry. It’s not funny.” She struggled for breath. “It’s just… you’re blushing!” Enid said.

“No.” Wednesday shook her head in denial. “…How do I stop?”

“You can’t.” Enid said when she calmed down a little, giggling softly. “Who made you blush?” She then asked.

Wednesday hesitated slightly with a frown. “y/n did.” She said. Enid heaved out a breath. “They dragged me into the supply closet and kissed me, then I just…” She motioned to her face. “My cheeks started overheating and my stomach feels like I just swallowed a bunch of black widow spiders.”

“You and y/n?” Enid gasped in shock, jumping up and down, hitherto stopping with a glare. “If you hurt them I will hurt you back.” She pointed. “So hard.”

“Enid, you’re about as threatening as that green, singing chipmunk.” Wednesday deadpanned, her blush fading. “Tell anyone about this, especially y/n and I will feed you to the wolves.” She threatened. “Hear me?”

“Loud and clear.” Enid saluted.’

“Holy shit.” Xavier laughed from across the table having eavesdropped on the two of you. “I don’t know what’s more shocking, the fact that you made Wednesday blush or the fact that you’ve been hooking up with her.”

“We don’t ‘hook up’ we just kiss sometimes… for fun.” You shook your head, looking down. “Where is she now?”

“Probably in our dorm, writing something.” Enid shrugged.

You jumped up, grabbing your bag and making your way to your sister’s dorm. You knocked on the door rapidly, not waiting for a response before barging in. Wednesday looked at you wide-eyed before averting them to the wall. You walked up to her and looked down. “Wednesday, look at me.” You ordered.

“I hate you.” Wednesday murmured. “I hate how soft your lips are, I hate your stupid laugh, I hate how you smile at me from across a classroom, I hate how you make me feel things that I don’t understand and feel can’t control, I hate how stupidly pretty your face is. I. Hate. You.” Wednesday took in a deep breath after she stopped, looking at me now.

“Are you done?” I asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

“As a matter a fact, no, I am not.” She said. “I hate how you ask to hug me because you know I don’t like physical contact, and how you braid my hair. I hate how you don’t eat meat on the days that you kiss me because I’m a vegetarian, and how you also put a bottle of water on my bedside table for when I wake up from good dreams. And I hate how you’re so happy all of the time. So much so that it balances me out.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

Your lips connected in a first kiss, teeth clashing against each other hurriedly. Like you were scared that the other would disappear when you broke apart. You kissed like every emotion that you had felt because of Wednesday was spilling out all at once. Your counterpart’s hands got tangled in your hair as you pulled her forward by the waist she mumbled your name as you kissed her neck, leaving a tattooed kiss where your lips once were.

“Not hooking up, my ass.”

[eufezco]

A TASTE OF YOU – Tyler Galpin x Vampire!reader

SUMMARY – You accidentally bite Tyler.

Wednesday ordered both of you to stay in your dorm until she and Enid were back, and you and Tyler were following her orders extremely well because none of you felt the need to be around anyone else or be in any other place when you were together.

The first time you met Tyler you would have sworn you had never seen anyone as beautiful as him. His caramel hair and his green eyes shone under the dim lights of the coffee shop where he worked, and when he saw you entering the shop along with Wednesday and Enid, with your red eyes shining so brightly and hypnotizing him, he would have sworn that you were an angel. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Tyler at first seemed like something you couldn't afford, you couldn't even be in the same room as him without all the muscles in your body tensing and that lump of fear of not being able to control yourself forming in your throat. Tyler smelled so good. You've never wanted anything more than a taste of Tyler. You wished you didn't think of him in that way, and you felt so bad at first for having those thoughts but it was your nature, you couldn't help it. His smell was so intense and strong to you that when he was around, you couldn't even perceive the smell of coffee nor the smell of the people in the cafeteria either, only his.

Then you started spending more time together and you got used to his intoxicating scent, to his long and tempting neck, to the thick veins running down his hands, and he got used to your cold skin every time he would put his on top of yours, to the way you liked your coffee, and to make sure that your favorite table was free every time you visited him, the farthest away from people and windows.

In an act of courage, you invited him to the dance. He looked amazing in his white suit and he couldn't stop complimenting you and how beautiful you looked in your white dress. His face was so close to yours while you danced that you could even feel your breaths mixing until the moment was ruined and you both ended up soaked in fake blood.

Enid and Wednesday kept their curious eyes on both of you all night, and you internally blamed both of them for being so gossipy about Tyler not kissing you that night, but you kept saying to them that everything was fine between you and him and that it wouldn't have happened anyways because you and he were just friends.

Now he was sitting on your bed, with his back against the wall and one of your scrapbooks on his legs, waiting for you to finish your essay while he checked all of your memories glued to a notebook. This moment brought so much peace to both of you and it made you feel good that you could be in the same room in silence and it didn't feel awkward at all, but you couldn't help but think about the way he was leaving his scent in your bedsheets. Not only there but all of your dorm smelled like him.

—And... I'm done —. You announced to him.

Tyler raised his eyes from your album to look at you while you closed your books and laptop. In fact, he had been looking at you for a really long time, but every time you turned around to see what he was doing or if he was bored, he acted as if he wasn't paying attention to you.

He watched you all the time, even when you thought he wasn't: the first time he saw you no one else seemed to exist in his eyes. He was looking at you through the store window in Jericho looking for the perfect dress with Enid. Then Wednesday appeared by his side all of sudden, and she almost gave him a heart attack. She told him how creepy he was being by stalking you and not going inside and talk you. He was looking at you dancing with your friends and having fun at the dance while he went to refill his cup, and he was looking at you at that time as well, focusing on your homework and biting your lower lip.

You sat in front of Tyler to see what part of your scrapbook he was looking at. —Oh that's when me and my family travelled to Transylvania.

Tyler kept turning the pages and listening closely to everything that you told him about your travels, your family, your friends. He also asked you a lot of question only so you could keep talking. Until he got to the page where you glued a sugar sachet from the Weathervane cafe and a piece of a napkin with the name of the cafe. You wrote the date and a "T" in the corner of the page. The letter was small, barely visible, but Tyler was quick to notice and couldn't help but smile while looking at the page.

—It is from the first day I went to Jericho —. You tried to explain. It was obvious that he noticed that that page was his.

Tyler nodded. The smirk remained on his lips as you tried to justify yourself. —That's all that happened that day?

—That's all I remember —. You teased him.

—Oh, that's all you remember? —Tyler asked, closing your scrapbook while subtly leaning towards you. You nodded, swallowing nervously for having him so close.

Your breaths mixed, just like the day of the dance, but this time Tyler was not going to back off. Duringt those seconds of silence Tyler's eyes took their time to stare at your lips, and then his eyes tried to meet yours but your eyes were focused on his lips. So pink and cute. Tyler's scent took over your entire body, and that was the hardest exercise of self-control you had ever had to make. Your gums hurt from holding your fangs, you were trying so hard to not let them out and ruin the moment.

He called your name. You hummed, letting him know that he got your attention. —Can I kiss you?

You nodded to his question, closing your eyes, and inhaling Tyler's scent. He licked his lips before he leaned towards you and connected his lips with yours. He did it carefuly. Tyler's lips were soft and warm, and they moved smoothly with yours. You let out a sigh against his lips, and what you tried to prevent, inevitably happened. Your fangs came out when you were sucking on his lower lip and your sharp teeth sunk into his skin. Immediately after, he hissed and broke the kiss, bringing his fingers to his lip, and discovering the blood coming out of them.

—Tyler, I'm so sorry —. You were beyond embarrassed. Not only did you hurt him but now the smell of his blood was making your irises turn into an intense red. Your eyes were locked on the blood running down his fingertips, and the beautiful red color of it, feeling your fangs grow bigger and your throat go dry. You looked away as soon as you realized how creepy that was probably being. —I'll go and get you some paper.

—No. It's– It's okay. Look, I'm fine. Nothing happened —. He quickly licked the blood off his lips, not giving it much importance so you wouldn't give it either and as if he had not realized the reaction that what just happened had had on you, he kissed you again.

Your eyes opened wide while Tyler kissed you. His mouth tasted like blood. But not any blood. His blood. And it was as sweet as you imagined it to be. The little wounds on his lower lip were still bleeding a little bit, the blood coming out of them going directly into your mouth and making you tense your back. Tyler thought that you were just nervous so he moved one of his hands to cup one of your cheeks in an attempt to reassure you. You shouldn't be enjoying this, but you would be lying if you said you had never imagined what this moment would feel like. The warmth of his touch made you come back to reality and realize that you weren't kissing him back. You closed your eyes and your hand went to the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

Your lips focused on his lower one which Tyler appeared to enjoy because of the way, he hummed in your mouth. Your hand was deep inside the curls at the back of his head, pulling him closer if possible, and both of his hands were on your cheeks.

—Ew —. Wednesday said. —I'd rather have needles under my fingernails for the rest of my painful existence than have to watch this again.

—Oh, come on... —Enid nudged Wednesday. —You guys are so cute!

By the time your friends interrupted you two, you made sure that no sign of blood was left on his lips or yours. Your two friends entered your shared dorm and approached you and Tyler to explain what they had found out. You got up from your bed and let them know that you needed to use the bathroom.

Even though your cheeks were cold, you had that human sensation of them burning after your kiss with Tyler. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you noticed the bloodstain on your cheek. When Tyler cupped your cheeks, he still had blood on his fingers after wiping it from his lips and now it was all over your cheek. You knew it was bad, you knew that you shouldn't do it, but you couldn't waste such a delicacy. You licked the tip of your thumb and ran it over your cheek, collecting his blood and then you sucked on your finger.

You loved everything about Tyler.

[talksliketherain]

Rowan Laslow - Sick

Background- Y/n is sick but doesn't want Rowan to coddle her so she tries to hide it, but her powers (and Wednesday) get in the way...

NOT PROOF READ. Please do not steal my work or post it anywhere else!! If you have an requests dm me!

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Reader pov-

My eyes sprang open as panic filled my body. I quickly threw the covers over my side, running to the bathroom.

In moments like these, I was glad I didn't have a roommate. That meant no snooping or snarky comments when things like this happened.

See, Principal Weems was my mother. We were never really that close, and I kind of liked it that way. I had never really liked being cared for. I would have to grow up at some point, so why not start taking care of myself now?

She and I both lived here at the school. She had her wing all to herself. And so did I.

My room made up the entire wing. We just called it a wing because there used to be multiple dorms before I was born. In reality, it was more like an apartment. Meaning I had a kitchen, bathroom, and living room too. All to myself. I was going to be taking over the school one day so my own space was crucial.

She almost switched me to a dorm but decided it would be best to have my own room on account of my powers anyway. And it would be pointless.

I had telekinesis. Just like Rowan. That's how we became close so fast. Even though he was deemed a "freak", it was nice to be around someone with the same power.

Anyway.

There I was, hunched over the toilet spewing up what I hadn't digested from last night's dinner. Once I was done I used my powers to get my phone off of my nightstand. Once it got to my hand I looked at the clock on my lock screen.

4:06 AM

Okay. I could work with that. Just because my body doesn't want to work right doesn't mean my life stops. I still have school. I still have lessons. I still have a social life and a boyf-

Fuck.

Maybe I could convince my friends that I was alright and dodge their questions on how stable I was, but not Rowan. Rowan was extremely good at picking up on details about me. Hell, he knew me better than anyone. For the longest time, I was Rowan's only friend, meaning he was with me all the time.

Rowan still stuck by my side wherever I went, even though he joined my friend group. I didn't mind the clinginess, it was when I got sick and he treated me like a little kid. That was the only thing that got on my nerves. It's not that It was him. I just liked feeling in control of myself. I never had other people take care of me before, so I didn't need it now.

After I checked the time I sat down on my bed. I let out a heavy breath I didn't even know I was holding in. I had to get ready. No matter how drained I felt. No matter how dark my eyes were.

Makeup. I wasn't a big makeup person, but today called for drastic measures. I took out my concealer and slapped it underneath my eyes, praying that it would cover up my zombie-like coloring. I added some blush too, considering how deathly pale I looked. Maybe that was natural for Wednesday, but not me.

When I was done with my makeup I decided I might as well get ready since classes started in an hour or two. I went to brush my teeth to cover up the vomit smell that was projecting from my mouth.

Right after I swished some mouthwash around, another wave of sickness hit me, causing me to lurch over the toilet again. Gross.

I re-did my brushing routine and moved on. I pulled my hair back into a singular braid, figuring I would have to make a couple more bathroom trips.

By the time I had gathered all of my things and prepared myself for the day ahead of me, there was a knock at my door.

Rowan and I had all of the same classes thanks to my mom, so we walked together. It was kind of sweet how he made the trip all the way up here just so we could walk to our first class together.

I was hunched over my toilet again when the knock was heard, so I quickly finished up and flushed the toilet. I had already brushed my teeth about 4 times, so this time I just washed my mouth out with some mouthwash.

"Coming!" I called. I didn't want him coming into this. I had opened my window on account of how hot I was, making my room as cold as the arctic.

I ran out of the bathroom and grabbed my bag. I ran over to the door and opened it, revealing Rowan with that usual tired look on his face when he first got me in the morning.

I attempted to try and cover up my illness and exhaustion. I knew this act wouldn't last for long though. He was practically my other half, and he was telekinetic, so he could kind of pick up whenever anything was off about me. I guess it was like a sixth sense because of the whole moving things with your mind thing.

He went in for a kiss like he usually did but I dodged it and hugged him instead. He raised his eyebrow at me a little bit.

"You feeling okay?"

"Yeah of course. I just woke up kinda early so I'm ready to start the day." Nice going idiot.

"Really? You're never like this. May I ask why you were up early?"

"I just kinda woke up for some water and ended up deciding not to go back to sleep. I'm just a little more motivated today I guess." I continued, moving down the hallways with him.

"Oh. Well okay then."

I let out a little sigh of relief, quiet enough so he couldn't hear me. When we arrived at class I took my usual seat next to him.

My entire body felt like it was on FIRE. I was certain Rowan could feel the heat radiating off of me. I was trying so hard to not do anything suspicious. It's not like Rowan would grill me for a cough or sneeze. But he would absolutely smother me if he knew about my condition right now.

I could feel him looking at me out of the corner of his eye for almost the entire lesson. I knew he was onto me, but I couldn't give in. I had to stick this out, or he would put me on bed rest for the next couple of days. I couldn't afford that. I hated falling behind because it was just more work I would have to make up.

I felt a burning in my lungs, then my throat. I had to cough. Whatever. Let one slip. It was cold in this class anyway.

I opened my mouth to cough. It wasn't even that bad, just a small one. To my surprise, as soon as I let it out my pen shot across the room.

Everyone looked at me.

"Sorry," I said looking up at everyone.

No way I was getting up to get my pen right now in front of everyone, so I just pulled out another one.

"Are sure you're okay y/n?" Rowan whispered to me.

"Yeah Row, just clearing my throat, nothing serious"

"Ok," he said, looking convinced enough for me to clear my mind.

I managed to get through the rest of our classes, only making one trip to the bathroom to puke. What a life.

We ended up going to lunch, sitting down with the rest of our friends. I sat next to Xavier as I usually did, Rowan on the other side. He and I had been friends for a long time, plus he stayed with my mom and me sometimes instead of going home for break. He was like my brother, and Rowan got along with him just as well.

Wednesday sat across from Xavier. They were a couple, but Xavier always preferred sitting opposite of her so he could draw the details of her face better. She looked up at me as we sat down. She frowned a little bit and pulled out the phone Xavier had got her.

I felt my phone buzz from inside my pocket. I looked at the text she sent.

It read-

I know you're sick. You look ill and your makeup is rubbing off.

I replied with-

Don't say anything, please. I don't feel like being smothered for the next few days.

She looked up at me and slightly nodded her head. Wednesday was also my best friend (you can imagine how excited I was when the two started dating) so she knew about how bothered I got when people took care of me.

I took my food out of my bag. I packed lunch since I had my kitchen. My friends were tired of the same "maybe cooking is my REAL power" joke.

I quickly threw it down, knowing I had to get some real substance in my stomach. Knowing I ate everything fast, I sat there waiting for bedtime else to get done, trying to keep my mind off of what would come up later.

Rowan looked over at me, seeing I had eaten all my food.

"Want some of mine?" He asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"No thank you." I felt pressure in my stomach.

"But I do have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." I continued.

I got up and left my seat, heading to the bathroom down the hall. Thankfully nobody was there, giving me at least a little privacy.

I closed the stall door and got on my knees, falling to the floor as I let my lunch out of my system.

When I finally got done I washed my hands and then washed my mouth out with some water.

I headed back slowly to the lunch room. On the way, I thought to myself.

I'm not getting any better. Which sucks. Oh well. Like goes on. I'll take some medicine after my classes and drink some water.

I got back and sat in my seat. As soon as I sat down everyone gathered their things and left, leaving me and Rowan.

"Lunch over already? That went fast." I laughed.

"Y/n. You were in the bathroom for 20 minutes. Are you sure everything's okay?"

He looked worried. It made me feel guilty, but it was a personal problem. I just wasn't covering it up well enough.

"It's nothing, Rowan. I'm fine." I smiled at him.

He stayed silent with the same worried look. Think think think. Say something that'll convince him.

"I'm serious. I've just got caught up talking to my mom in the hallway."

"Fine....but you're acting a little weird-"

"Cmon. We're gonna be late to class."

Two classes left. That's it. I just had to make it through two classes. The first class was easy, I felt fine and life went great. And the very last class was a breath of relief. That was the only class I didn't have with Rowan.

I sat next to Wednesday listening to the teacher drone on about the history of supernatural powers. Interesting class, boring teacher. We moved on to textbook work and Wednesday and I talked about the summer camp her parents forced her to go to when she was younger.

I suddenly felt my stomach shoot up a bolt of lightning-like pain. I clutched my stomach and laid my head on the desk.

"Sorry, Wen. This sickness is kicking my ass." I spoke up to her.

"Y/n. I know you don't like how Rowan gets all over you when you're sick, but this is pathetic. If you just let him take care of you maybe you'll get better."

"Wednesday. I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'll take some medicine when I get to my room and be fine."

"Whatever..." she said with no emotion.

Class ended and I made the slow trek up to my room. I think using my power to carry me would just drain me more. But these stairs made me want to die.

I got to my room and slammed my stuff down, not bothering to look where it landed. I took off my dumb uniform and pulled on some shorts and a tank top. I was still. Burning. Up.

It was the start of winter, so the window being open was like a blessing.

I brushed my teeth for what seemed like the thousandth time today, took the caked-on makeup off, and took out my braid. I hated having my hair up anyway. I'll just pull it out of my face if necessary.

I went down lay on my bed and saw him. Already sitting there. Shit. I must not have heard him come in.

I turned around from where he was sitting and almost went back into the bathroom to hide, but with a swipe of his hand, the door closed right in my face.

"No. Come here. Now." He said.

I was surprised at his sudden command. He usually wasn't ever like this. I walked over and stood in between his legs, acting innocent. Like nothing was wrong.

"What's up, babe?" I said, looking down and smiling a little.

He stood up over me with a serious look on his face.

"Y/n are you sick? Be honest with me."

"What? Oh my gosh no why would you thi-"

"Wednesday told me." He said, crossing his arms.

Bitch.

"Wednesday is delusional! You should know that by now Row."

"Oh really?"

"Yes!"

"Okay then prove it. Here."

There in his hand, he held out a thermometer.

"Rowan I shouldn't have to PROVE I'm not sick to you."

"Well if you're not sick then you have nothing to worry about."

I glared at him, watching the triumphant smirk grow on his face.

"Fine," I said with a huff.

I stuck the little glass stick in my mouth and sat on my bed. 10 minutes. And I glared at my boyfriend the whole time while he gave me a shit-eating grin.

When the 10 minutes timer went off, he grabbed it from my mouth before I could get ahold of it and lie.

"Damn. Nope. Lay down. Bed."

"Row. Come. Onnnnn." I protested.

"No. You have a temp of 103.8  are you kidding me?"

I stayed silent.

"How sick are you? What's been happening?"

"Nothing. I've just been throwing up here and there and got some minor stomach pain."

"So I'm guessing that means 'I've been throwing up nonstop and my stomach hurts like hell'."

"...accurate. I guess." I sighed.

"Listen I know you don't like being taken care of when you're sick. But it needs to be done. You need to tell me about these things."

"I know I know I know."

"My first sign should've been how freezing cold this room has been all day. Here take this."

He gave me some medicine and Tylenol for my stomach pains. Little shit. He then pulled over a trash can for me, just in case. I hate that he always knew just what to do.

He set a sheet down next to me on my nightstand with a few worksheets and page numbers written down.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Your homework for the next two days. I went around to your classes and got it for you. Told them you weren't feeling well. It's not much. But if you need any help I'm here."

I wanted to cry. God. He had always been so thoughtful. He put himself in my shoes a lot, which meant he paid more attention to detail. Also meaning when I was feeling down, so was he in a way.

I felt bad. I shouldn't have kept this from him. Here I was lying and all he wanted to do was help me.

He kissed me on my forehead and grabbed his stuff when he had given me everything I needed.

"Okay well. I know you need your space so. Text me if you need anything. Love you."

"Wait! Rowan."

He stood at the door and smiled back at me, knowing what was coming.

"Yes, love?"

"Can you stay, please? I know I was stubborn. But I think you being here is a part of the process."

He shut the door behind him and took his things off.

"Thought you'd never ask," he said with a smile.

He walked over like he owned the place. He then said.

"Wait. I need to change first."

He then walked into my closet, where most of his clothes were on account of how much time he spent in here, and changed into sweatpants and a hoodie.

He came over and got under all of my blankets. No matter how hot I was I immediately cuddled up next to him. He was cold anyway. I felt his hands rub my sides and I leaned into his touch more.

I nuzzled my face into his chest and hugged him tightly. I took in his usual smell of fresh air. He always smelled like cold, crisp air. Perfect.

I was kinda glad he found out. Maybe I would get used to this...

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