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Sitting On Their Lap

Wednesday: She would be caught off guard by the unexpected action. Depending on her trust level with her partner and your intentions, she could either push you off her lap or embrace the physical intimacy.

Enid: Enid is a very open-minded person, so she wouldn’t mind you sitting on her lap. She’ll probably laugh and call you cute for trying to be so close to her. She might even play along and kiss or snuggle you. Ultimately, she'll be happy that you feel comfortable and close to her.

Xavier: When you sit on his lap, he feels a heightened sense of excitement and intimacy. He will wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer, expressing his gratitude for the privilege of holding you in his lap. He will kiss your neck, stroke your hair, and provide other physical comfort and affection, making the experience of lap-sitting one that is both intimate and pleasurable.

Rowan: He would feel both excited and nervous. He would feel excited because he would be in close proximity to you and he would be able to feel your body heat, which would remind him of your connection. However, he would also feel nervous because it would be a new experience in your relationship and he wouldn't know how to react or what to say. He would want to make sure that he didn't do anything that could make you uncomfortable or feel awkward.

Tyler: He loves it when you sit on his lap. It's a very intimate and romantic gesture that makes him feel close to you. He usually makes direct eye contact, taking your hand in his, and strokes your hair or face. If the situation calls for him to move, he will either rise to his feet and hold you close to him or gently lift you off his lap and have you sit next to him. Either way, he makes sure to provide lots of physical affection throughout and after the interaction.

Ajax: He feels immense joy and gratitude when you sit on his lap. He is filled with a sense of wonder that someone is willing to give him that much affection and trust. He feels a surge of passion and a deep connection to you. It is a truly magical experience that he cherishes. He can't deny that he also feels a little excitement in anticipating what may come next. His heart flutters with happiness and anticipation when you sit on his lap. 

Bianca: When you sit on her lap, her heart rate usually rises in anticipation, and she has an uncontrollable urge to cuddle and kiss you. She will place her hands on your hips and pull you close, holding you in her arms with a warm embrace. Your noses will often touch and lips will touch from time to time, as you enter a realm of sensuality and adoration.

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rowan laslow 🕴🏻🔪 me want rowan

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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.

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❏❜ ⋮ 𝘜𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷!¡

.* ☆: perv rowan who enjoys seeing you undress infront of him. Drinking in your sight, admiring with begging eyes and flushed sweaty face.

.* ☆: perv rowan who likes seeing your skirt lift up, bouncing prettily while you're walking infront of him, the sight of your plushy thighs makes him flushed.

.* ☆: perv rowan who always has his hands on you, grabbing your hands, thighs, arms, fingers. The feeling of your skin touched with him makes him warm.

.* ☆: perv rowan who loves seeing you focused, doe eyes, mouth a lil open. Imagining how it would fit.

.* ☆: perv rowan who loves seeing you wet your lips, applying lipgloss, lipbalm. Thinking how it leave marks on his skin and shirts.

.* ☆: perv rowan who likes to stare at your tits, if you allowed it, he'll squish your tits, smothering his face in it.

.* ☆: perv rowan who loves leaving hickeys on your body, around your neck and chest littered with his marks.

.* ☆: perv rowan who loves the sight of your thighs with thigh high socks, a bit of fat peeking out makes him just wanna bite it.

.* ☆: perv rowan who loves roaming his hands around your body, claiming each part, hearing your soft breaths and huffing his name.

.* ☆: perv rowan who loves the feeling of your body close to him. Hugging him and he'll grab your waist dragging his fingers to your ass.

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bus and bed buddies - rowan laslow

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requested: yes! requests: open! HII!! If you can of course, can you make some some of rowan laslow fic where it’s like enemies to lovers and only one bed tropes!:)) Thank you so much and i love your fics🤍

A/N: OOOH MY GOOOD i never knew how much i needed rowan fics and especially one like this!! i hope i did it justice, thank you for your request and enjoy! its not proof read and i wrote this when i was kinda tired, but i hope its still good :)

wordcount: 3.796 warnings: she/her reader, reader has the same powers as xavier, one bed trope, xavier is mentioned, cursing

Having to go on a mandatory school trip is already bad enough. Something to make it worse is being stuck in a room with Rowan Laslow.

"All right everyone," Principal Weems smiles as she stands at the Nevermore gates. "We will all be taking the school shuttle, so make sure you have someone to sit with you! We will be leaving in fifteen minutes."

Some people around you groan. You didn't even know what the trip was for - maybe the principal will abandon all the students before driving back herself. All you knew was that it was going to be an hour and a half on the warm bus, then be at the destination, and then finally return. Once you turn around, you see that most people have already formed a duo, including Devina and Kent. Those sneaky Sirens.

"Ah, Y/N," Weems smiles sweetly. "I see that you do not have a seat buddy yet?"

"Oh, no," you shrug. "Everyone I know already sits together."

The tall lady hums, looking through the crowd. She is certain that there is an even number of students that will go on the field trip. Her eyes finally fall on another lonely figure.

"Well, there is one more person!"

She calls Rowan over, and you immediately take a deep breath, closing your eyes before saying a quick prayer in your head. Everyone but Laslow.

"Rowan," she greets the boy. "As both you and miss Y/N have not found a bus buddy yet, I will assign the two of you together."

Before either of you can protest, she already walks off, leaving the two of you awkwardly standing next to each other.

For as long as you can remember, there was something going on between the two of you. There was never really a big fight that started it all - it just began one day. Rowan and you often disagreed on the smallest things, bickering about it until someone would finally split you up. He would use his telekinesis to cause minor inconveniences such as undoing your shoelaces or making your pen fall out of your hand as you were drawing.

"Everyone," miss Thornhill had also joined on the random trip. "To the bus."

You give Rowan a look before walking off. As long as you did not have to talk to him, it would all be fine. You really can't quite put your finger on when it started. You thought about it sometimes, but no answer came to mind. Maybe it started because he became your best friend's roommate, or maybe you once made a comment that didn't suit him well.

Whatever the problem might be, you aren't quite looking to resolve it.

Sure, you would not lie and say that he is ugly. To you, he is quite the opposite. The freckle underneath his eye, his neatly styled hair, and the way his fingers move when he flips the page of a book. It just sucks that he is an asshat sometimes.

"Are you going to get in, or what?"

You get pulled out of your thoughts as you stand in front of the bus, Rowan waiting behind you impatiently as his hand rests on the strap of his backpack. He looks annoyed.

"Jesus, ever heard of patience?"

You quickly step in, finding the last two bus seats before sitting in the window seat. Rowan looks at you blankly for a second before shaking his head.

"I want to sit in the window seat."

"Okay?" You shrug. "Too bad."

He debates if he wants to get into a fight now, but principal Weems tells everyone to buckle up, ready to drive to whatever the destination is. He plops down with a slightly defeated look, fastening the seatbelt as the bus turns on.

"I am getting the window seat on the way back."

You only roll your eyes, fishing your headphones out of your backpack before turning it on. If you were going to have to sit with him, then you needed some distraction. All the sound of the bus and chatter gets blocked out the second you turn your music on. Finally.

The ride was not that long, but definitely too long. The fabric of your jacket started smelling like the perfume that Rowan always wears. You hate how it smells. It smells like wood, flowers, and it even has some citrus and fruit undertones. It fits him - it's classic and elegant. You hate it.

When you glance at the boy next to you, you see that he has started wearing headphones as well, his eyes stuck on the book that he is reading. Reading in a moving bus? You wouldn't be surprised if he ends up throwing up. You would. After some short seconds, you avert your gaze to the window again, leaning your head against it before closing your eyes.

"Hey, idiot," you feel someone elbowing your ribs. "Wake up, we're at... Wherever we are supposed to be."

You rub your eyes. Have you fallen asleep? When you sit straighter, you see that everyone else has already left the bus, leaving you with Rowan. You give him a look before quickly getting your bag, following him out of the vehicle. Principal Weems stands in front of the crowd, a big smile on her face. Everyone only looks at her, asking themselves where they are and what exactly they will be doing.

"So," she starts. "Today we are in a place that once was a part of Nevermore grounds. It actually is the place where Nevermore was going to be built, but it got moved to Jericho. We are here today to go on a tour, see the beautiful nature, and there is a small assignment you have to finish."

Miss Thornhill hands out pieces of paper that have the instructions for the assignment. Of course, you couldn't just have gone on a normal field trip. Always some work that is attached to it.

"The building has now been transformed into a beautiful museum. Feel free to explore, but make sure to be back at five. Stick with your Buddy, as most of the assignment has to be made in pairs!"

You follow the rest of the group, trying to sneak in with others, but Rowan quickly calls you back. When you slowly turn around, you see him waiting with a grin, his arms crossed. He will do anything to get under your skin.

"You trying to get away from me, Buddy?"

"Shut up, Rowan," you shake your head. "I am not in the mood for your shit today."

"Well, you will have to," he shrugs. "Assignment is not going to make itself. I refuse to drop my grades just because you run off."

And so you were stuck with him for the entire day. You had tried to sneak off a few times, yet he always found you within thirty seconds.

"What is this?"

You stop after you see a small hallway, one that is barely lit. You had gone all the way to the end of the museum, kind of curious as to what every room had to offer. Now, you had ended up in an empty room. At least, empty of people except for you and Rowan. There are paintings on the walls and a big glass case in the middle of the room, showcasing some items.

Rowan follows your gaze, looking down the hallway. There is absolutely nothing - it must be an employee area. Maybe it leads to the exit.

"I see nothing special."

"Then you won't mind if I go check it out."

He looks at you blankly yet again.

"We are not going in there."

"Did I say we?" You raise an eyebrow. "I am going to check that little hall out."

The two of you are bickering again as you try to find reasons to go in there, but Rowan keeps pulling you back. You just want to be away from him for even one second. You have been stuck to his side the entire time, and most of the assignment has already been finished.

"There must be something there!"

You fish your phone out of your pocket, wanting to turn on the flashlight, but stop in your tracks when you see the time. 5:17.

"Shit."

You immediately push it back into your pocket, hurrying out of the room with Rowan following you closely. You had been arguing for so long, that you now were too late. Why is this museum so big? Where is the exit?

The doors finally come into view as you burst outside. The entire parking lot is empty, including the bus that had brought you to the museum. Did they really leave without you?

Rowan also exits the museum, almost dropping his bag as he stops next to you. He also noticed the bus missing as he lets out a groan.

"If you just had not tried to go into that stupid hallway, then we would not have missed the bus!"

"What? How is this my fault?" You point to the building behind you. "If you had just left me alone, then we would have been fine!"

Another ten minutes of bickering pass. The Nevermore bus had not returned yet, and the sun was slowly going down.

"Let's just walk," Rowan sighs. "The drive was like, thirty minutes. It can't be that far."

Oh, how he was wrong.

You had now been walking for thirty minutes, and the sun had hidden behind the trees even more. Clouds had collected above you, ready to burst open at any time. Your phone was on the brink of dying and there was no possibility of using Google Maps. Absolutely no service out here.

Both you and Rowan were quiet, saving your energy for the walk instead of just bickering. You are both tired and just want to sleep, but you feel like you are not even close to Nevermore yet. Why did they not check if everyone was there? You let out a sigh as a small drop falls on your nose. Shit.

A drizzle - not quite rain. But it was enough to make you feel even colder than you were before.

"Hey, look over there," you point. "Is that a town or something?"

"I think you might be right," Rowan mumbles. He had seen it on the way to the museum. "They must have someplace to stay and wait for the rain to pass."

The rain slowly gets a bit heavier as Rowan grabs your arm, pulling you with him as he starts running. The rain is now soaking through your shoes and socks, your hair clinging to your face. The town gets closer and closer, and you and Rowan hide under the very first place you can find. A closed grocery store.

You are quiet for a second, trying to catch your breath as you look up at Rowan. A laugh escapes your lips as he soon follows, taking his glasses off to clean them off. He barely saw anything - he just followed the faint lights he saw in the distance.

"That looks like a place to stay?"

At the end of the street is a small building which, you think, is supposed to say 'Hotel', though the H is not lit.

"Otel," you just nod. "Better than rain."

You quickly check your phone, seeing that the service is way better here. You type in 'Nevermore' as you gasp at the result.

"We are a two-hour walk away!"

"Jesus," Rowan groans. "Yeah, hotel it is."

The two of you run through the rain again, both annoyed at the feeling of wet shoes and sticky hair. The door of the 'otel' opens as you both step in, leaving a trail of rain droplets behind you. It is already close eight, though it is so dark outside, that it could be mistaken for three am.

"Hi," you smile at the person behind the desk. You barely get a reply, except for a lazy look and an eyebrow raise. "Uh, we would like to get two rooms, please."

"Okay?"

The man slowly starts tapping on his keyboard, clicking a few times before shaking his head.

"I only have one room available."

You look at Rowan for a second, raising an eyebrow as you await his answer. Bunking with someone who you dislike is not quite what you imagined, but neither of you wanted to walk through the rain for another two hours.

"Yeah, we will take it."

After paying, you both sling your wet backpacks over your shoulder again. Rowan leads the way, the key in his hand. He insisted on paying, not even reacting when you said you should at least split the cost. After all, you were both staying in the room.

"Room five," he mumbles before sticking the key in, unlocking the door. "I can't believe this place only has eight rooms."

"Small town," you shrug, flicking on the light switch as you walk inside.

The room doesn't look too bad. A bit cold, and the view might not be spectacular, but it's warm and dry.

"Hell no," you hear Rowan say.

You follow his gaze, seeing only a singular bed in the middle of the room.

"You gotta be kidding me," you react to him, dropping the bag on the floor. "This is a joke, right?"

"You heard him, dumbass. Only one room available."

You roll your eyes, shaking your head before pulling your jacket off and draping it over the chair.

"See, this wouldn't have happened if you didn't-"

"Oh, because it's always me, isn't it!"

"As a matter of fact, yeah! It is! It has been you since the very beginning," Rowan hisses.

The comment makes you quiet. What does he mean by that? He just sighs, placing his backpack on the floor before pulling everything out of it, hoping his notebooks and everything are still dry.

"I'll just ask for another room or sleep on the floor or something," Rowan grumbles, something that makes you confused.

He paid for the room, and now wants you to sleep in the bed? Sure, the bed is not huge, but it fits two people at least. Not only that, but you were not the one to pay for anything. And, as far as you understood, Rowan blamed you for missing the bus.

"You know that you paid for everything right? Why in the fuck would you let me sleep in the bed if I am the so-called reason that we are even here, to begin with?"

The boy shrugs, standing up straight before throwing his jacket on the ground.

"Guess my mother raised me well."

You stay quiet yet again, only nodding before sitting down at the edge of the bed. The room is deadly quiet, though it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

"You should shower."

"Why? If you say that it's because I smell bad," Rowan walks closer to you. "Then it's a bad joke. Besides, you might smell worse."

"No, dipshit," you roll your eyes, almost regretting being nice to him. "You get sick if you even think about sneezing. A walk in the cold rain can't be too good for you."

It is his turn to be at a loss for words. He only nods, disappearing into the small bathroom.

He returns after only a few minutes, his hair now damp and his wet shirt still draped over his torso. That can't be comfortable.

"What if we get our own side?"

You look up from your sketchbook, looking at the boy.

"You stay on that side," he points to the bed. "And I stay on this side. Both get the bed."

"You know what," you shrug. "Sure. As long as you don't pull the blankets in your sleep."

You had turned the small tv on after he went to get a shower, filling the room with some background noise. All of this made you think. Where did it really start? When did the teasing and comments start? All the bickering? Him using his telekinesis to pull your chair away from behind you, or you animating a mouse to scare him during class?

"What are you thinking about?"

Rowan almost hits himself in the head. Why is he curious about it? You only shrug in response, shaking your head.

"I just..." You push the sketchbook away from you. "When did it all start?"

He sits down on 'his' side of the bed, pushing the blanket away a little bit before propping the pillow up, leaning against it.

"Did what start?"

"Us being shitheads to each other?"

"You don't remember?"

You shake your head, leaning back onto the pillow. You look up at the ceiling, the texture of it keeping your mind occupied.

"From all that I know, it just suddenly started one day and then never ended."

"I mean, kind of," Rowan hums. "I remember it clear as day."

"You do?"

You turn to face him, seeing him nod as he looks down at you. His eyelashes look even longer from this angle, and even though the room is only dimly lit, it still makes his eyes shine.

"Yeah," he lets out a breathy laugh. "It was during class once. You sat next to Xavier, and he asked you why you were staring at me and joked about you liking me."

The memories slowly return as you furrow your brows.

"And you only responded with, and I quote, 'I don't like him, he is ugly'. I guess it just kind of got to me," he mumbles softly, fiddling with his hands. "So, I acted like an ass as well."

Your head rested on your hand as you dreamily looked at one specific point in the classroom. Rowan Laslow. He has been your classmate for a while, though you never really spoke to him. He was not the most talkative person, but he was absolutely mesmerizing to you.

"Jesus, Y/N," Xavier let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Why are you staring at my roommate? Do you like him or something?"

You get pulled out of your daydream as you quickly shake your head, regaining your posture as you let out a cough.

"Who? Rowan?" You let out an awkward laugh. "No, I don't like him. He's... ugly."

You regretted the words the second they came out of your mouth. He wasn't ugly - you never thought he was. The opposite, actually. The way his eyes shimmered in the light, the freckle underneath his eye, the way his arms look when he rolls up his sleeve. But you couldn't tell Xavier. All he would do is just make fun of you.

"Oh, shit," you mumble, sitting up as you look at Rowan.

He looks so different. Not different as in his face or hair, but his body language has changed. He looks more... Open. He doesn't seem like the cocky asshole anymore but instead looks a bit more insecure. He doesn't even dare to look you back in the eyes.

"Call me stupid, but I actually used to have a crush on you back then."

Rowan Laslow. A crush. On you.

"No way."

"Yeah, yeah," he rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as he now looks up to the ceiling. "You can laugh about it. The outcast of the outcasts likes- liked you."

You almost fall off of the bed in shock. Rowan actually liked you? You barely remembered the comment you made of him before, but now, you remember it all.

"No! No, I-" You shake your head. "I- Oh, this is going to sound so dumb."

Rowan frowns as he does not hear any insult yet.

"It's just," you sigh. "Xavier caught me staring, and I didn't want him to find out I liked you. I said that to get him off my back, but then I thought you didn't like me back because you only made comments from then on."

All secrets have been spread out. They are laid out right in front of the two of you, open for both to read.

You and Rowan had stayed up for hours after that, talking about everything and everyone. You laughed, even shed a tear, and then finally laid down on your backs, the lights off, but the tv still on.

"Rowan?"

You sounded like you were already asleep. Rowan softly chuckles, laying on his side to look at you. There is still a distance between your bodies, but you were facing each other. Your eyes were almost closed, but there was something that needed to be said.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled. "You're not ugly. I'm sorry I said that."

"It's fine," he just whispers back.

"It's not. I-I lied and you aren't ugly at all."

Another laugh escapes his lips as he looks at the small clock on the bedside table. Two in the morning.

"Go to sleep, we have to catch the bus early tomorrow."

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It is 7 am, and both you and Rowan are already waiting at the nearest bus stop. In only a few minutes, the first bus of the day would arrive, one that will stop right next to Nevermore. The bus ride is only thirty minutes, and though it isn't raining anymore, you would rather sit in the bus than walk for two hours.

Your eyes are almost still closed as you wobble on your legs, almost falling asleep while you stand. Rowan is surprisingly well-rested as his arm seems to be the only thing holding you up. His hand is resting on the small of your back, your backpack resting on the ground. You barely even notice getting on the bus until Rowan sits you down next to him.

"Weems is going to be so mad," you mumble.

"Yeah, well," Rowan shrugs, "Shouldn't have left without her students then."

This evokes a giggle out of you as you nod, rubbing your eyes. Man, it is way too early to be up already. You breathe in deeply as you contemplate getting your headphones out of your bag. Not this time. You want to actually talk to Rowan. Even more, than you did yesterday.

You barely get the chance. Your eyes feel heavy and before you know it, they are closed. Rowan doesn't notice as his eyes are looking outside. As promised, he is sitting next to the window. He jumps a bit when he feels something drop on his shoulder, but calms down when he notices it's just you. Your eyes are closed and your hand is clutching the strap of your bag.

Rowan does nothing except for let out a soft laugh, slowly undoing your hand from the strap before running his thumb over your knuckles. He would do it all again.

The museum, the rain, the crappy hotel.

All of it all over again, only if it meant that he would be with you.

[crimsonnsstuff]

Chocolates and flowers 🍫🌹

Kent x reader! Fluff 🧸

Summary: you get back from fencing and find some chocolates and flowers on your bed.

You walk through the door, breathing in the scent of the candle your roommate Enid lit. You were working all day. You were at class and then archery practice right after. You didn’t have a chance to go back to your dorm. You set down your bag. You notice something off. Enid wasn’t there to greet you like she usually was.

“Enid?” You yell out.

No response.

Today was the day before Valentine’s Day so she was probably somewhere with Ajax

You go into the bathroom and get into the shower.

When your done you walk out, in Cookie Monster pj pants and a black tank top. You walk up to your bed to see something laying on it. It was chocolate and flowers.

You put the towel that you were drying your hair with down. Beside the chocolate and flowers was a note. You pick it up and read it.

Dear y/n, will you be my valentine? - kent

You smile at the note, how pretty his handwriting was. You jump as you hear a knock on the door. You put the note back down on the bed and walk over to the door.

You open it to see Kent. He smiles as soon as he sees you.

“Hey, y/n” he says.

You were absolutely speechless.

“Did you get my note?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’m guessing you gave it to enid to put on my bed?” You say smiling.

“Bingo.” He says.

A couple seconds of silence pass by. Every second some tension builds up. He leans down, hesitating to kiss you, not knowing if you will like it. You basically break your neck to look up at him.

The suspense is killing you so you grab him by his shirt and pull him into a kiss. He doesn’t kiss back for a while, shocked.

His hands move down to your shoulders, then to your waist. You take your hands off of his shirt and to his neck. You stand up straight so he doesn’t have to crouch down as much.

His hands move from your waist to your ass. He grips it lightly. You could feel him smile against the kiss. You two pull away to catch your breath.

“So..will you be my valentine?” He says smiling. You scoff.

“Yes. Yes, I will be your valentine, kent”

[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!!!

[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.

[maryannecrimsworth]

I wasn't expecting to have the need of making a Masterlist but okay

Hello. I write. Mainly angst. You can request me pretty much anything, I just don't write smut.

Obs: I'm no longer taking Yandere! requests

So here we go:

Wednesday

You do need a friend

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Selective mute! Night-elf! Reader

Warnings: Reader is a night-elf(developed further in Part 3); Reader has anxiety disorder and selective mutism; Hank is Y/N's older brother, backstory derived from my fic, The Hunt.

You're an Addams (Request) + Part 2 + Part 3

Pairing: Yandere! Wednesday Addams x Normie football player! Reader

Warnings: that one is a bit toxic; scary too; kidnapping; violence; amazing idea from @carlosgrimhildedevil101

Tu puridad (Request) + Extra scene

Pairing: Yandere! Wednesday Addams x Innocent! gn! Reader

Warnings: overprotective behavior; attempt of abuse; kidnapping (If the anon shows up I will kiss them)

Forever and Ever

Pairing: Yandere! Wednesday x Male! Reader

Warnings: typical yandere behavior; a bit toxic; it's just a wedding tbh

Only Silence(Without you) (Request) + Sequel 1 / Sequel 2

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Singer! Gn! Reader

Warnings: angsty; betray; break-up, based on the song "Without you(Avicii)". Request from the great @tundra1029

I'm here (Request)

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x Fem! Reader

Warnings: violence; mention of past trauma; fluff ending

Promise (Request)

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x Shy! Gn! Reader

Warnings: mention of abuse; cursing and bullying; it's hurt and comfort

[nacho475]

Rowan x Female Reader One Shot

(Tickle Fight)

“You were on the couch taking a nap in the nightshade library and Rowan was looking through a novel he found on the shelf once he was done he put it back then made his way over to you, “Wake up sweetheart” he whispered gently tapping you, “What, I’m trying to rest, do you mind?” You said frustrated, he was flattered with that unintentional pickup line, “Well I’ll have you know that I can move things with my mind and I can definitely read your mind and I know that you want to rest” he told you laughing, “yes duh I know I’m not stupid Rowan now let me sleep” you told him then you fell back asleep.”

“Don’t make me pull you off this couch you know I will do it, he said in a whisper chuckling, “You better not” you said back, he then grabbed you picking you up in his arms, “Hey! Put me down!”You said angry, then Rowan pushed you against the bookshelf with his telekinesis you were going flying and he had you pressed on it firmly then he walked over to you. His chest was firmly pressed against yours then he kissed your lips then let go, “Are you ready for a tickle fight?” He asked in your ear in a whisper, “I’d rather not” you said “Why is that?” I don’t need to tell you, “Well then” he replied then you felt invisible hands lifting your shirt up then they started tickling your stomach, “No Rowan stop it!” You said giggling. Then the invisible hands started tickling your neck, “Stop! You’re killing me!” You said laughing even harder this time.”

“Okay that does it you said pushing him to the ground then you were on top of him. You then started tickling Rowan’s stomach, “stop it sweetheart, I cant breathe!” He said laughing now too, you continued the tickling until he was laughing even harder this time, “Will you promise to let me nap in peace then if I stop?” Yes of course baby, just stop tickling me!” He said laughing then you did. He carried you back to the sofa putting you back down. “You know what? I’m tired too how avoid we both rest together” Rowan suggested then he wrapped his arms around you as you both fell into a deep sleep.”

The End🩵

Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed

Have a goodnight all 🌙

[tw1nklet03s]

heyyy. long time no see!!

ik ik, ive been M.I.A for over a month. but! that’s just case ive been going through stuff and i’m kinda stuck on what to write.

so saying that! my requests are open. so feel free to comment or message me something you would like me to write!!

people i will accept requests for:

- rafe cameron

- colby brock

- rowan laslow

- drew starkey

- jj maybank

- grayson dolan

- david dobrik

- ilya fedorovich

- jeff wittek

- chris sturniolo

categories i will accept

- smut

- fluff

- angst

- or you could combine two!

- or all three!!!!

- dad imagines

things i won’t write about

- cheating

- abusive boyfriend

- r@pe

- sa

ok that’s all. love yous and take care of yourselves x

[saintsstranger]

Ghost Waltz | R.L. (Wednesday Series) - Chapter Four

Summary: Because a ghost truly never leaves. Not when you don’t know what your true unfinished business is.

Ghost!Rowan Laslow x Female!Witch!Reader (No use of Y/N)

Warnings: Major character death

Chapters: Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four

This is not in fact a tale to be told for the faint of heart… This is the story of the truth.

Those who will be privy to the past would feel the pain of the truth like a blunt knife.

This story of the truth happened at your own home, 330 years ago…

At your home, while Rowan sat alone, unknowing about what had transpired for the last five minutes with Goody. He had been pondering, too deep in thought about the most memorable place he had been. He was too preoccupied, but he told you the truth, didn't he? It is indeed the one place that had become important to him in the span of his existence. The old answers came to him in a blank, there was no other place he could list in his mind that is much more beautiful and welcoming than your home.

In your home, he felt like he belonged somewhere. He didn’t need to hide in the shadows nor prove himself to you. You just welcome him with open arms. Something he has been searching for his whole life, a place to call home. Your home was a sanctuary, a safe place, and Rowan feared the time that he’d be fully healed. Would you push him away? Would you disregard him and forget him? Did he leave an impact on you as you did on him?

If it weren’t for him almost dying and you helping him with the use of your witchcraft, then he would’ve gone to the afterlife.

Yes, Rowan knew the truth from the very beginning that you were a witch.

Before Rowan even woke up, he was dreaming. Dreaming of walking in an endless dark void, all he remembers is that there is a long line of people in front of him, he didn’t question why he is there or where they all were. All he knows wherever he is going is somewhere and it has been decided that they must pass on. But he felt a warm hand on his abdomen, and someone whispered.

“I beg you to keep this a secret between you and me.” And Rowan turned around, looking for the voice. Behind him, the line was gone, and he was back in the stranger's bed where he was all but bleeding in their silk sheets. He was deeply in pain, dazed to see the angel that helped him.

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

But when he woke up, all he felt was the excruciating pain and then in a split second, it was all gone. He looked at his angrilwounds, the wounds that almost cost him his own life. He sat up to see the large wound in his abdomen, what he was expecting to see were stitches. In its place were scars, scars that almost looked like it had been healed a long time not mere days ago. At first, he thought he was asleep for quite a while.

But when Rowan took a stand, ready to walk out of the door he fell face first. Then he heard a knock, he tried to stand as quickly as possible to save himself from the embarrassment.

A muffled voice asked: “May I come in?”

There you stood with a hand holding a tray of food. You looked concerned, scanning him from head to toe. Rowan was worried he was intruding on a stranger’s home; he is supposed to be in town. His handler must be worried about him.

“Where am I?”

“You are in my home.”

“Why?”

“A group of children brought you here, two days ago. Dost thou not remember being mauled by wolves?”

Two days ago. Not a month or a week has passed, and he was bedridden for only two days.

When Rowan looked down at the large claw marks that adorned his skin, wounds that were closed a minute ago if only he did not take a large fall, then he was certain it would not open. He sat back in shock. Rowan wasn’t a fool; he knew what it was. But he could not believe it.

A witch was right in front of him. A witch had helped him.

Now he felt sick to his bones, he wasn’t taught about witches that heal, nor the ones who are kind. All that he knows is that they were a spawn of the Devil, in league with greater evil ready to pounce on the innocent. Rowan’s group, known as the new settlers of the Town Jericho had been haunting them, jumping from town-to-town. All his life, he had been taught that they are evil and hideous creatures that feed on the soul of humans, but you healed him.

All Rowan knew was to identify and hunt your kind. That was what he was best at. Killing, following orders of Mr. Crackstone, to gain their approval that he is one of them. All Rowan knew was out of textbook knowledge (a textbook he couldn’t even read) now that he is face-to-face with a real witch, he didn’t know what to do.

At first, he wanted to run. To sell you out towards the town, but when he saw the fear. The same fear he has, the same fear of death. Rowan felt conflicted. 

You had nursed him to safety, and yet you didn’t ask for anything else. You told him, you did it out of your own goodwill. You did it out of the goodness of your heart because that is just who you are. You showed that you didn’t need something in return, you showed him how life is not always rewarded when you need to do any of his biddings, all his life he’d been taught that if he followed what Mr. Crackstone said then he’d be rewarded either a full plate of food or new clothes. Sometimes people are just kind, and kindness is something he hasn’t been exposed to.

Now that he knows the truth, he wasn’t mad that you kept it a secret. If ignorance truly is bliss, then paint him to be a blind man. He’d rather be ignorant and live in this fantasy than go back to his old ways, if that meant he got to stay with you, then so be it. 

His thoughts were suddenly cut off when you came barging in the door with tears streaming down your face. You looked frantically in the room, behind you was the young girl that was always staying at your home and always looked at Rowan with eyes like a raven, Goody.

“What’s the matter with thee?” Rowan asked, worried as he tried to stop you, but you pushed him away to go into your own room. You were busy grabbing a large chest, and when you opened its insides, grabbed three books, and placed them in Goody’s hand.

“Take these Goody and go. I do not want you to be put in danger because of me.”

“No!” 

“Goody, I beg thee. Please…. they cannot take all of us.”

“No… I must find a way… I can help you. We can hide— You promised me.”

“Goody, we cannot hide forever.”

Goody with a tear-stricken face could only nod, hugging you in a tight embrace and leaving your home in haste. Rowan does not understand what is going on, but he can feel the significance of your embrace and how it feels like a goodbye. He was confused, what had transpired while you were gone?

Rowan called out your name, “What is happening? Tell me please.”

When you stopped to turn around, Rowan could see the sadness in your eyes and how your shoulders were shaking. You were stuttering the next words. Rowan waited; he could see the heavy breaths you were taking. 

“Leave Rowan. I want you to leave MY house.” You declared, gulping down a large lump in your throat as you pointed towards your door. 

“I doth understand… Tell me what it is that causes thou fear, and I’ll help you, it’s the least I could do.” He stepped towards you, ready to hold your arms in comfort but you placed your hands in front of you to stop him. “I need to understand… please.”

“Rowan, you are in danger.” You admitted, closing your eyes tightly. “Go while I'm telling you kindly.” You said not looking at him but at your hands. Turning around to go back to your room, when he snagged your wrist to prevent you from going elsewhere.

This is what Rowan had feared, the day had come, and he wasn’t prepared for it. “Thou told me that I can stay as long as I wish, then why hast thou pushing me away? Tell me the truth.” Rowan held your hand, rubbing soft circles on your wrist while you cried. “And please look at me while you do so, and then if you’ll ask again, I shall leave. I shall walk out of thy door as thou please.”

With a deep inhale, you stared right into his eyes. Your once bright gaze look solemn with the tears that adorned your face. “Rowan, my sister is dead.”

“And in any second, they shall be here, and I will be next. I will be hunted and those around me will never be safe! Leave while you still can, Rowan. That is all I am asking you, leave and travel far places.” You inhaled and looked at him with pleading eyes, in one devastating motion, you held his face in your palm softly. “Places that you’d call home, places that are far more magnificent than four walls and a bed. Because we knew the truth, this will pass. Whatever you had here, it will. I will remain nothing, but a memory and you will be someone out there, you can do greater things. And only I am hindering you.”

“You are not hindering me. And I will not leave you because... from the beginning, I had already made my choice. My choice is here with you.” He held your wrist softly, preventing you from pushing him away. Leaning towards the warmth that you gave.

“No Rowan, you do not understand… please go.”

“I do. I do understand.”

“Rowan, why can’t you just leave? Go! Leave me. I already—”

“I know you're a witch!” 

You stopped, horror-stricken on your face, hands dropping to your sides looking at his eyes in panic. “What?”

“I knew it from the beginning, that’s why I chose to stay.” He admitted. “It doesn’t take me a long time to wonder why my wounds healed in a span of two days. I'm no fool. And it was my choice to stay.”

“I… I wanted to stay here with you.” 

You closed your eyes tightly; the tears fell to your cheeks as you sighed heavily. He leaned his forehead to yours. 

“Why didn’t you say anything? You should be mad at me; I hid it from you.”

“I’d rather live in the bliss of ignorance than you push me away. I thought we had more time.”

You looked at him with the softest of gaze, Rowan’s wiped the tears that had fallen from your eyes. Kissing your eyelids gently. At that moment you forgot to breathe, you forgot all your worries. It was you and him in the comfort of your home. Young people acted like lovers, at that moment everything seemed enough.

One must not forget… this tale isn’t filled with fairy tales and happy endings. This story was the truth, and the truth is often scary, it manifests as your worst nightmares. 

And your story had the harsh slap of reality, and that reality is this happened 330 years ago. A time when witches are hunted, the darkest time in your past life. 

Without warning the door of your home was kicked from its hinges. 

“Look at what we have here.” A chilling voice grinned. “This is where you had been hiding Rowan. And here I thought a son of The New World was dead.” 

Joseph Crackstone grinned, his ever-looming figure almost made him monstrous in your tiny abode. Rowan had placed you behind him, his eyes staring daggers at the older man in the room.

“I am glad, thou already hast caught the witch for us, son. Saves us the trouble of hunting them down, you know what to do, tie her.” Taking a step forward, you flinched but Rowan remained in his position protecting you from Crackstone. At that moment Rowan knew, he didn’t need to think twice and see that his old ways were wrong. He didn’t need to see another innocent life taken right in front of him. He was sick and tired of trying to prove himself to Mr. Crackstone and trying to put himself somewhere he doesn’t belong… but you, you opened your heart to him and gave him a semblance of what a home truly could be.

“If thou hast to take her, you will get through me first.” Rowan growled angrily, trying to push behind him and give you as much space as he could away from Crackstone.

“Son, you have been witched.”

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a/n: im a liar there is angst.

also im officially back in uni going back to full-on face-to-face classes which are tiring btw. so here have an update!

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Reaction to a "Blind" Gorgon Girlfriend

Wednesday:

She would be completely unphased by your lack of conventional sight. She would probably become quite enamored with the way you easily navigate your surroundings using your other senses (like echolocation and your touch sense) and try to emulate them herself. She would appreciate how your senses are different from her own, yet equally valid and fascinating. She would try her best to understand and support you.

Enid:

She would be intrigued by the fact that her girlfriend is blind, though also cautious about how you might react to certain things. Enid would ensure she's always communicating clearly so that you understand what is happening around you as best you can. If you were comfortable with it, she would like to explore touch and other forms of intimacy, as those would be a great way to establish a connection between you both. Overall, she would approach the situation with nothing but patience, care, and understanding. 

Xavier:

It was certainly an interesting experience dating a blind gorgon. Your eyes had a certain beauty to them, despite not being able to physically see anything. He was able to have a deep connection with you without fear of being turned to stone. In terms of your actual physical relationship, it didn't change much, as your senses of touch and hearing were heightened due to being blind. He wouldn't change a thing about your time together.

Rowan:

He loves you unconditionally. If you were blind (or any other disability), he would be there to support you and learn to adapt to accommodate your disability. He believes that everyone has the capacity to love without conditions, it just requires effort and commitment.

Tyler:

It would be a weird experience in the beginning for him, not just because you're blind but because of you being a gorgon. But you know, every relationship should be built on trust and understanding. So if he has a blind gorgon girlfriend, he would try to make you feel comfortable and get to know her more. If you feel comfortable with him, you and him could have a really amazing connection.

Ajax:

Well, it's definitely a unique relationship! I admire her boldness and strong sense of self. Her blind eyes can still be incredibly expressive. I think we can have a great, loving, and mutually respectful relationship. Of course, I would be a bit nervous about the possibility of accidentally turning her to stone. But I know that if we both exercise caution and are considerate of each other's needs, we can make it work.

Bianca:

She will probably be intrigued and excited to have a blind gorgon girlfriend. She will be interested in making sure your needs are met and that you feel comfortable. She would enjoy exploring your world and learning from your perspective. She would be open to adapting her life to accommodate your needs and make you feel comfortable and loved.

[littlemisscupcake]

If anyone has any requests I'm open for pretty much anything and I really wanna write one-shots and such. C:

(However please keep in mind I'm a new writer)

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inhaler - rowan laslow

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requested: yes! requests: open! hello could you do a rowan/reader request where maybe rowan and the reader have been dating for a while but he’s hidden his asthma from her bc he’s afraid of her thinking that he’s too much/bc he’s been bullied for it in the past until he has an asthma attack while on a date or something? & then the reader tells him that she would never leave him bc of something like that? thank you so much! i love your rowan fics! 🌸❤️

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hii! i absolutely LOVED your fic with rowan and witchy reader. if you can could you make another fic like that one? it was amazing and i just really love rowan, i dont have a specific plot in mind so be creative with it please!🫶🏻🫶🏻

A/N: thank you so much! rowan is one of, if not, my favorite &lt;;33 i also made it a witch reader again because i think witchcraft is super interesting! i hope you like it &lt;3

wordcount: 2.492 warnings: she/her reader, asthma attack, probably incorrect information about asthma and witchcraft

Rowan has been your boyfriend for months. What you don't know, is that he has been hiding a rather big secret.

The class was, as always, not too interesting to you. The plants that miss Thornhill showed off are stunning, but there is a better way to spend your time. You twist your pen between your fingers, your head resting on the palm of your hand. You hear paper ripping as a hand slowly slides something toward you.

This catches your attention. You look down at the paper and the side from which it came. Rowan looks at you with a smile, nodding to the piece of paper that you are now holding.

'Read it,' he mouthes.

After carefully unfolding the lined paper, you see what it says. Nightshade library after school? Your smile gets bigger as you turn the piece of paper around, scribbling a ton of hearts and a big 'YES!' on it before discreetly moving it back to Rowan's desk.

You had been dating him for a while now - almost two years. Actually, one year and ten months. Not that you had been counting. You joined the Nightshades soon after you showed up at Nevermore as you were quick to befriend Bianca and Davina. The library is the very place where you first met Rowan. He was making some homework and flipping through a book as you descended the stairs. First, he quickly scrambled to get his stuff to get out, but you were quick to assure him that he should stay to finish his work. Besides, you had to make some work yourself.

Bianca first raised an eyebrow when you told her you liked Rowan. She has never been too fond of him, not even sure as to why he was in the Nightshades, but she didn't mind. If anything, she helped you get a bit closer to him. Pairing you together during fencing, or asking Rowan to help you out with homework.

It worked.

So now you had a loving boyfriend who was everything you could have ever wanted and much more. Rowan truly is someone you could only dream of. You would wake up with a neatly written note on your bedside, or a bouquet of handpicked flowers. He even carried around a crystal in his pocket and a small box of matches in his bag. Just in case you needed it.

"So, I would love to see everyone's work on Monday! Enjoy your weekend, guys."

You quickly close your books as you place them in your bag, zipping them closed before slinging them over your shoulder. Rowan looks down at you with a smile, one eyebrow raised.

"So, what are you going to do for the homework?"

He noticed you weren't paying attention. You roll your eyes, laughing as you softly elbow him in the side before taking hold of his hands. A laugh escapes his lips as the two of you walk out of the classroom.

"I wrote it down for you, no worry."

Rowan leads you to the small, hidden hall. In front of you is the Edgar Allan Poe statue. To most of the school, it was just a random statue of one of the most famous Nevermore students. But you know what lies behind. Two snaps are all it takes for the statue to move and for you to be able to enter the hidden library.

You spend a lot of time here, especially with Rowan. Normally, the Nightshades only come in here for mocktail parties or emergencies, but you liked being in the library. The dusty books, the silence, the dim lights. The shared hugs, kisses, and occasional make-out sessions with Rowan. Hidden in a corner is also a chest filled with some drinks, snacks, and ingredients for your spells.

The homework could wait. You have two full days to finish it - all you want to do is relax with Rowan.

"Wow, we really have to clean this place up soon," Rowan awkwardly laughs, shrugging off his jacket before rolling up his sleeves.

The amount of dust that lies on the books makes him slightly nervous. He can already feel the itching in his throat and the tightness in his chest. Not now. Please.

He looks over at you, but you seem too focused on his arms. He never really showed them off - he would always neatly wear his uniform or zip-up hoodies. The watch around his wrist was also always worn as Rowan might be the most punctual person you ever met.

"Hm," you hum, agreeing with him. "I can do that. I think we're the only ones who really mind the dust."

You know that Rowan likes to have everything neat and clean. His clothes, his room, his hair. He likes being organized and having everything cleaned. At least, that is the part you know. The other part is that he likes having clean sheets and a dustless room because Rowan is scared of having an asthma attack.

He has had them ever since he was a kid, but it never got easier. He is always scared that he might run out of puffs, but most of all, he is scared that you will find out he even has asthma.

"Well," you nod. "I have a couple of spells that I want to perform. Is it okay if I do it here?"

"Yeah," Rowan immediately smiles. "Of course."

You skip over to the chest, opening it before grabbing some things. You have to wipe some dust off of the chest, the particles making you sneeze.

"Okay, I am definitely cleaning this tomorrow."

Rowan lets out a chuckle as he sits down on one of the chairs, taking a book out of his bag before opening it on the page where he last left off. In the meanwhile, you had laid out everything on the table, making sure to organize everything based on spells. You had a thick journal that had every spell you wanted to perform or have performed before.

A match gets lit as multiple candles get lit, making Rowan a bit more nervous. The dust, webs, candles - a recipe for disaster. But, as long as he just takes deep breaths, he should be fine. It is quiet in the library for a little bit. The flipping of a page, the lighting of a match, the crushing of a bay leaf.

The boy his throat starts itching more and more as he tries to get rid of the feeling by clearing his throat. It doesn't do a lot though, except for catching your attention after a few poor attempts.

"Here," you hold out your water bottle to him with a smile.

He gratefully takes it, unscrewing the top before taking small sips. Please, let the water work.

It doesn't.

The bottle gets placed back on the table as he whispers a thank you. He is too scared to speak up - if he starts coughing, it is over. Rowan picks up his book again, trying to focus on his book, but it almost seems like the letters are dancing. His focus is gone as he tries not to cough or wheeze.

His heart slowly beats faster and faster as he breathes in and out a bit faster as well. He slowly reaches for his jacket which hangs over the chair, trying to get his inhaler.

"And voila!"

You hold up the small, sealed bottle with a big grin. A mix of herbs, crystals, and moon water sat inside as the top was sealed with candle wax. Rowan quickly pulls his hand back, shooting you a smile.

You blow out the candle, letting out a sigh. The jar was mainly for focus - something you quite lacked the last few days.

As you wrote down the recipe and effects of the jar in your journal, Rowan was busy trying to slow down his breathing as the smoke from the candle gets closer and closer to him.

His chest feels tighter and he feels like saying one word will make him pass out. To be honest, it might. A cough leaves his lips, followed by many more.

"Rowan? Are you okay?" You look at him with your eyebrows creased as you get closer to him, resting your hand on his knee.

You were sat on the floor as he sat in the chair. Rowan tries to nod as he tries to shrug it all off, but the coughing only gets worse. His breathing sounds uneven and wheezy as he clutches his chest.

Shit, shit, shit.

The feeling of tightness only gets worse as his breathing gets faster and more shallow. He barely even sees you sitting in front of him as he is too focused on trying to get any oxygen in his lungs.

"Rowan?"

You sit in between his legs, holding his face in your hands.

"Rowan? What's going on?"

You are really stressed now. He almost seems unresponsive as one hand is wrapped tightly around your wrist. With his other, he tries to point to his jacket. You are confused for a second - he seems to be dying, and he wants his jacket? You quickly crawl over to the jacket, patting the pockets before pulling out the object. A blue... thing? You have no idea what to do with it, but now is not the time to ask questions.

You quickly hand the device to Rowan as he raises it to his mouth, pushing the top of the inhaler to get a puff of medicine into his body. After repeating the action multiple times, his body finally relaxes. His muscles are not tensed anymore, though his eyes now sting with tears falling down his cheeks.

"Rowan?" You whisper. "Let's get you to the infirmary, okay?"

He only nods, too embarrassed to meet your eyes. The last thing he wanted was for you to see him like this. He is supposed to be there for you - be your hero, be your protector. Not only that, but now he is actually sure that you will leave him. It is a fear he had before, but this confirmed it. If he had been bullied for it before, he will be bullied for it now.

The walk to the infirmary is quiet. The books and spell jars are long abandoned in the library, though it is not even on your mind. You were so scared, so worried for Rowan. You had no clue on what was going on, and all you can focus on is that he is fine.

"All right," the infirmary assistant nods, removing the blood pressure machine from Rowan's arm. "Nothing bad is going on. You know the drill - lot's of rest!"

She smiles at both you and Rowan before handing the boy an orange device, very similar to the one he had before. You thank the lady before leading Rowan back to his room. He still had not said a word to you, his eyes and cheeks still red from the stray tears and lack of oxygen.

You made sure that Rowan had changed into some type of pajama before softly pushing him onto the mattress, laying the blankets on top of his legs.

"Do you want anything from the cafeteria? I can go down and grab you dinner?"

He shakes his head. He doesn't want you to leave. He knows that you will, but he just wants to keep you here as long as you can. Just before you find out.

It is quiet for a minute as you sit on the end of his bed, looking at your boyfriend. He is fiddling with the hem of the blanket, nervously looking around the room.

"I'm sorry," he finally whispers.

You look up, furrowed brows.

"Sorry for what?"

"The asthma attack," he speaks even softer than before. He is so scared to lose you that his eyes tear up yet again. "I-I really can't help it. I tried to stop it, but all the dust and smoke got to me. Normally I am on time with medicine, I really tried to not burden you with it, but-"

"Hey," you mumble, scooting closer to him as you softly hold his hand. "You're okay."

He softly shakes his head, looking up at you through his lashes. The sight of him with his teary eyes makes your heart ache as you place your other hand on his cheek.

"I don't think you could be a burden even if you tried, Rowan."

He sniffles as he softly leans into your touch, his long eyelashes sticking together because of the tears.

"You're leaving, aren't you?"

It is something he should have expected. The outcast in a school full of outcasts. To expect something as perfect as you is outrageous and he should have known-

"Leave you? God, Rowan, I will never leave your side ever again," you furrow your eyebrows. "You scared me to death today. I need to be there in case it ever happens again."

"You're not leaving?"

Your heart breaks up into a million pieces as you scoot even closer to him, pulling him into a hug as you run your hands over his back.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

He slowly nods, his arms tightly wrapping around your frame as he buries his face into your neck. He feels so, so tired. His arms and legs are shaking and he feels like he just ran a marathon. Mentally, he feels like shit as well. He had tried to hide this from you for so long, and now he still burdened you with it.

You notice his silence as you play with his hair, the boy still in your arms.

"I will never leave you, Rowan," you whisper in his ear. "You are my world."

"I'm not too much?"

The tone of his voice sounds relieved, though still unsure.

"Never. Too hot, maybe. Too much? Never."

This gets a soft laugh out of him as he sniffs again, softly pulling back before wiping his eyes. You press a kiss on his forehead as you smile at him.

"Movie?"

-

Ever since that moment, you have avoided candles in small, confined spaces. Rowan insisted that you didn't have to put your spells on hold every time he would come over to your room, but you insisted that they could wait. Rowan is more important to you than any spell could ever be.

Your bag now also had a designated spot for an extra inhaler. You carried it everywhere - the Weathervane, school, the woods, Jericho. You did not go anywhere without the inhaler.

It gave Rowan a piece of mind. With or without his asthma, you still accepted him. You didn't call him names, stepped on his inhaler, or insulted him. Though he is still anxious that you will leave him, his thoughts are calmed down each time he sees you smile at him. You hold his hands as you kiss his knuckles, you play with his hair as his head lies in your lap.

You are his peace, as he is yours.

[imaginecabin7]

3 Boys & The Ticklish Girl🤍

“Xavier invited you to his dorm along with his roommate Rowan and also Tyler came too. You guys were chatting about how difficult your classes were and how much you hated studying for them.”

“So what do you want to do you guys?” You asked, “I’d like to do something fun other than study all day” Xavier said jokingly and sarcastically, he was then pulling you off his bed then put you back down handcuffing you to his bed frame. I have an idea you guys, let’s tickle y/n Xavier said smirking, “no! You guys better not!” You said laughing. “And why is that? Rowan asked playfully, “because” then he came closer using his telekinesis lifting your shirt up then tickled you, “Stop it Rowan!” You said giggling. With your shirt still up as Rowan kept it that way, it was Xavier’s turn to tickle you and he started tracing your chest with his long fingers and stuck his pointer finger into your bellybutton, “No! Stop! Knock it off!” You said laughing hard.”

“Now it’s my turn, Tyler said joining the fun, “yeah get her Tyler!” Xavier agreed, “Tyler was lightly tickling your neck then your armpits then squeezed your hips, “Stop Tyler! Quit it!” You said, “No pretty girl, you are so cute when you are ticklish” now both Rowan and Xavier started blowing raspberries on your stomach then they both started tickling and tracing your ribs, “Quit it you guys!” You said laughing really hard, it was killing you and you were out of breath and you couldn’t take it anymore, Tyler then tickled your feet and squeezed them “Stop!” You shouted. Then you felt Rowan’s invisible hands tracing your chest and down your neck and legs, You were laughing so hard you couldn’t take it, then they finally stopped.”

“Okay baby we’ll stop, Xavier said, “You okay?” Tyler asked smiling, “No! Don’t ever do that again!” You said playfully punching his arm, “Ow!” He said. “We’re sorry sweetheart, we were just having fun” Rowan said hugging you. “It’s cool” you said, “we are your friends and we wouldn’t ever hurt you on purpose” Xavier said, then all of you hugged and rested and hung out in Xavier’s dorm for the rest of the day.”

The End

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