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nyxonyxblogs · 2 years ago

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This is so adorable 🥺❤

TYLER GALPIN AS DAD (〃ω〃) X WEREWOLF!READER

Tyler was scared when you told him that you were pregnant. You had been feeling sick for a couple of days, really tired, not feeling like attending to any of your classes. Your first thought was that maybe a full moon was coming, but you checked your lunar calendar and the next one was in more than three weeks so that couldn't be. Then you thought that you catch a cold. The weather was really cold and Enid always forgets to close the windows properly. But once you didn't get your period, oh, you worried because since the first time you transformed your period became so regular and you hadn't missed it a single time.

But he wasn't scared because of how this could affect your relationship. The idea of leaving you alone never went through his mind, not a single time. He wanted to do it with you, he wanted to be by your side, he wanted you to be sure that you were ready for this. What scared him was his dad's reaction. A child with an outcast and at his age. Tyler truly became his father's worst nightmare.

Ever since she was born, she was the most loved baby in the world. She barely cried, only when she was hungry. Most of the time she was just sucking on her pacifier, looking at both of you with those big green eyes just like her dad's.

Sometimes it was too hard to know if you were doing good. Although Tyler's father made it hard, your family did help you a lot. And Tyler was the most loving partner you could've asked for. He was always reassuring you that you were doing great, that your daughter adored you, and that your girl would be just as brilliant as you. Tyler had been always there. During your pregnancy, he made sure that you were feeling well all the time: massages, bubble baths, delicious meals... You used to say to him that you didn't know how to repay him for all the things he had done for you, but he'd answer that you being by his side carrying your daughter was more than enough.

If she cried at night, Tyler would insist on him taking care of her. He would hold her in his arms and hum a lullaby until she fell asleep again. The truth was that the night song did nothing to her and that the only thing she needed was just to be in his arms and Tyler's kisses on her head. When she was big enough, Tyler would take her to your shared bed, oh and she loved it. She could play with Tyler's fingers until she fell asleep, and he would wait for her to do it before he went back to sleep as well. She'd always end up snuggling on your side thanks to how warm you always were. Waking up and seeing you both sleeping by his side was definitely one of the best parts of Tyler's days.

People talked about you in Nevermore, and they didn't say nice things. Luckily you had a lot of other loving people who supported you. Of course, they were shocked when you told them, but they all quickly became the most supportive friends. Bianca and Xavier were all day making sure that no one dared to look at you in the wrong way or say the slightest offensive thing about you. Wednesday did the same thing as them but in her own way (that way making her end up in Weems' office multiple times). Enid and Ajax were more of an emotional support. And above them all, you had Tyler.

You and your daughter basically lived with Tyler. You got a permission from Weems that allowed you to leave the Academy when you needed with the condition that didn't stop studying for your classes and that you took your exams. Living together with Tyler's dad wasn't always the easiest, especially the first months when he only helped you when it was a matter of life or death. That situation with Mr. Galpin only added more difficulty to the first-time-teenage parenting thing. But even though he didn't like the idea of Tyler being a teenage dad, Mr. Galpin never closed the door of his house to you and your daughter.

A few days after you gave birth, you found Mr. Galpin tickling your daughter's belly and talking to her with a high-pitched voice, and that's when you realized that he was finally starting to accept it.

The first time you transformed after giving birth to your daughter was painful as fuck. Nine months without doing it had to have a consequence. Enid helped you to get to Tyler's house, her arms around your body holding you as strong as she could and helping you to walk. "We're almost there, y/n, come on." She'd say to you.

Tyler spent that whole night awake waiting for you to arrive. He made sure that your daughter was sleeping in her crib. He'd visit her every five minutes to check that she was well tucked in, that she wasn't hungry, and that she was still sleeping. By the time you arrived he made sure that he had cooked something for you and Enid to eat, and that he had the first aid kit nearby in case you were hurt.

While working at the Weathervane you always had an eye on your daughter. Most of the time she was coloring some drawings she made with the paints that Xavier gave her. Other times she was playing around with her toys, showing her plushies to the customers. Tyler and you would apologize afterward to them for your daughter bothering them, but at some point, you both started to think that most of them came back to the Weathervane just to see your baby girl again.

Tyler made her afternoon snack himself every time. She'd just sit on the table by herself, with her small legs swinging and waiting for her daddy to bring her favorite smoothie, or her fruit salad, or a chocolate milkshake, or a piece of her favorite cake.

Oh, she loved when Nevermore allowed students in Jericho because she knew that she was gonna get the tightest hug from Enid, more gifs from Xavier, a lot of compliments from Bianca, and a pat on her head from Wednesday. She loved when the two girls sat with her at the table so she could show them the drawings that she made during that week.

All the love you gave her, she accumulated inside her tiny little body to show it to other people and of course to you two as well. Love to her is playing with Wednesday's braids, and trusting Xavier and Ajax enough to let them give her piggyback rides. It's also giving Enid the most colorful drawings in the world, and letting Bianca take her to the park. Tyler taught her the words 'hug' and 'kiss' so you both could ask for them and the little girl could know what you wanted, but you never had to do it because she was all over you two all the time: reaching out her little arms and closing and opening her hands so you could pick her up, hiding in her daddy's neck, and waking you up by sucking on your cheek as a kiss the morning after you transformed.

Sometimes you and Tyler were too tired after your shifts but you always had time for your daughter: to take her to the park, to play with her once you got home, to prepare her a bubble bath and put all the bubbles in her head (you and Tyler ending up all soaked because of how energetic she is).

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thetornadodream · 1 year ago

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I'm sorry but I'm cackling over an imagined conversation between Tyler Galpin and Laurel Gates in respect to Wednesday Addams. Like, to think that it was all just a trick on Tyler's part and there wasn't anything else there? Can you even imagine?:

Laurel: I need you to stay close to Wednesday Addams, keep an eye out on her. I need her for our final plan.

Tyler: Okay, great, yeah, sure, I can do that. Like, I can be nice to her at the coffee shop and remember her order?

Laurel: Yes, perfect. Exactly what I was thinking.

Tyler: And maybe I can be a little flirty, do some light banter?

Laurel: Uh... yeah, sure? She doesn't really seem like the flirty type, but I guess it couldn't hurt to try.

Tyler: And I could totally take her to a dance and buy her a corsage?

Laurel: I mean? I guess??? Seems a little unnecessary, though, Tyler...

Tyler: And I can bake her a birthday cake specifically with her preferred color palette in mind.

Laurel: Okay, that's definitely unnecessary for this overall plan...

Tyler: And! I can take her on a date in Crackstone's crypt that I will spend hours setting up hundreds of twinkle lights, a movie projector, and made-for-her black-and-white popcorn containers.

Laurel: Christ, Galpin! I seriously do not care what you do, just make sure you keep tabs on her.

Tyler: *smiling broadly* And then I can kill Rowan Laslow and Valerie Kinbott for her.

Laurel: ... what the fuck, Tyler.

#wyler #wednesday x tyler #weyler #is this crackfic #i'm sorry but if they just say it was all a trick in s2 i will pull out this post #like tyler galpin did ALL this and you trying to tell me he was like lol i was just joking #nah bro

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skylarstark4826 · 16 days ago

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I loved this beautiful publication of the Netflix series Wednesday Addams of the characters Rowan Laslow and Eugene Ottinger together and above all, because I really love the fact that in it we see Rowan and Eugene about how it would have been if the 2 had been best friends but also because I really love the idea that they would have been best friends as well as I would have absolutely completely loved the idea that Eugene had used his bees to attack Hyde and thus could have saved Rowan's life to avoid or by trying to have Rowan to survived and if Rowan had survived I also imagine him going to rescue Eugene when he had also been attacked by Hyde... The truth

By the way, this beautiful fanart of theirs is not mine and the credits are not for me but I warn you that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator of this beautiful masterpiece on Tumblr

#eugene ottinger #Eugene Wednesday #rowan laslow #rowan wednesday #wednesday series #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #wednesday spoilers

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years ago

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Can I request Xavier Thorpe x plus!size reader i was thinking the reader and Xavier used to date until she died the reader died in a car crash Xavier is depressed because the love of his life is dead so maybe Xavier is having a hard time grieving over her death but he is getting better at talking about the reader maybe he is hanging out with his friends and they ask Xavier if he had a plan with the reader after they graduated because they would have been adults when they would’ve graduated Xavier told them that he was gonna marry the reader and start a family with her but now he can’t because she is dead even though the reader was his first everything he would always love the reader no matter what life throws at him and no one can replace the reader.

Accidents and Healing

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Plus!Size!Witch!reader

Characters: Xavier Thorpe, Bianca Barclay, Ajax Petropolus, Enid Sinclair, Divina Fisher, Kent Fisher, Yoko Tanaka, Jace (Xavier's dad's driver), Rowan Laslow, Plus!Size!Witch!reader (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Angst, brief details about reader's death, everyone being supportive and caring for Xavier, Xavier grieving, Reader making an appearance or two, Reader and Xavier missing one another, sad times, mentions of an asshole stealing readers credit card, if the reader lived, they would have had twins, mentions of breastfeeding

Word Count: 2,522

A/N: Reader will be mentioned and I imagine it to be like the other side from TVD.

Nothing like finishing this one up after actually getting into a car accident earlier in the week.

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Xavier checks his phone, expecting a text (that won’t be coming any time soon).

He asks his father’s driver, Jace, if they can’t stop by and grab some flowers, needing to stop by the one place that can calm him down before he starts another school year.

“Do you remember when I ran into you in the hallway on the way to my dorm room? I found the sketch I made that day. I mean- I haven’t looked at it since our first date.”

He sighs, playing with the fabric of his dark jeans. “I have it framed… I was going to give it to you when we started this year, but… you know.”

You stand behind him, observing him from behind wishing you could hold him again.

“I was wondering if you were gonna run up to me and latch onto me like you always do… did- like you always did. I thought about it on my way over while I was waiting for your yearly “first day of school” text. I was thinking the same thing when you were walking out the door to your car. You know, after we hung up that day.”

His hand touches the dewy grass, tempting him to pick at it but doesn’t, not wanting to ruin your grave site, leaving it as perfect as you were.

His shoulders sag at the thought.

You never wanted to admit that you were perfect even though he argued that you were.

Another thing he misses and puts into the “it doesn’t get easier to think about” category.

You move around him, kneeling in front of him. “You’ve grown so much.” You raise your hand and brush a piece of hair out of his eyes.

He brushes it off and thinks it's the wind, even if you’d always brush the hair out of his face… the thought of you still being here hurts him too much to admit.

He doesn’t want to think you’re here with him when neither of you can be together.

When his phone buzzes again, he ignores it. It’s too soon for him to leave, he’s barely talked to you.

He huffs at the ding of another notification and unlocks his phone to find Ajax and Bianca keeps calling him.

They’re not going to stop calling if he doesn’t leave now and he knows that.

He slowly pushes himself off the grass, the damp spot on his pants begins bothering him because his skin is going to be itchy soon (if he doesn’t take care of it).

He texts the two a quick reply, saying that he’ll be at school in a few, he forgot to grab his school bag even though they know the truth.

No one can blame him for not wanting to go to school when he lost the love slash light of his life.

With his heart still as heavy as ever, he slowly drags his feet off the ground, taking slow steps, as he walks away from… you.

Xavier runs his hand through his hair as he stands in front of your dorm room, wondering if it’s been collecting dust over the last few months or if it’s ready for a new occupant.

He knows Yoko hasn’t touched any of your things and put in a request to move into another dorm.

She briefly mentioned she doesn’t like that there’s a lingering energy, whether it be you or not, she doesn’t want it to latch onto her.

And he understood when she told him but, it hurt him when he first found out.

He takes a deep breath and does the one thing he’s barely been able to do since the accident (seven months ago) and walks away.

He heads for the mural Miss Weems asked him to do last year, the prying eyes on him don’t phase him as much as they used to.

‘Maybe it means I’m healing?’ He thinks before shaking his head, not wanting to think about how much he’s been grieving (and still is). He puts in his second ear bud and grabs his paintbrush.

Bianca periodically glances over at the tortured artist, feeling the need to check up on him.

She always knew you two were a better match than he and her (if she had asked him out when she had the chance their first year at Nevermore [a year before he asked you out] then things might have been a little different).

Honestly everyone thought you two were going to be the ones to start their lives seconds after graduating and that includes the townspeople.

There wasn’t anyone who had a bad thing to say about your relationship.

And no one could have imagined you’d be gone before you could finish school or start the rest of your lives with him.

The school found out three hours after the accident had happened and the only reason Xavier found out was because of everyone posting how they were going to miss you which led to him finding out the truth.

Your parents were barely able to send an email to the school, let alone even try to make a phone call to the one person who gave their daughter the kind of love they only ever hoped she would get once she was in a relationship.

Seconds after he hung up with you, your driver swerved the car off the road which resulted in the car flipping over three times down the small hill beside the road just past the town line.

Your belongings were scattered all around the road and forest, giving some stranger the opportunity to steal your wallet and try to use your credit card for a liquor store run.

It took a lot out of Xavier that afternoon to force his friends to stay and not commit murder as they barely began to grieve.

The windows and windshield were cracked; the side mirrors were barely hanging on. The hood of the car was crunched and bent into itself, not even remotely close to being repairable along with the roof.

Surprisingly, your family’s driver didn’t suffer nearly as much as you did but still took some of the worse wounds since he was the one closest to where the most damage was.

Luckily the police kept the images away from any news outlet and social media site otherwise Xavier would have been hurting himself more by examining the photos and reminding himself of how he “could” have prevented the crash (even though he knows he couldn’t).

He shakes his head, upset to see the car driving around the shed before he waves it out of the air.

That's not what he needs to think about after his first day back at school.

He rubs his charcoaled hands over his face, leaving long streaks coming down his cheeks.

You stare at the piece on his easel, wondering how he knows what happened when he wasn’t there. ‘And thank god he wasn’t,’ you think.

He wipes his hands on his pants, not caring about the streaks that are going to stain his dark jeans and ruin his clothes when he washes them (it wouldn't be the first time).

Although it'd be the first time you wouldn't tease him about it. That realization hurts him.

He sighs, wishing you were here with him. 'Is this how it's going to be?' He wonders.

Do people that lose the love of their life constantly think about questions, wondering what would have been different if their loved one was still alive… is this how his dad felt when his mom died, and he was left to raise Xavier on his own?

His phone buzzes again.

His phone has never bothered him as much as it is right now.

Another thing he wonders is if his friends will ever stop checking up on him, as regularly as they have to make sure he's okay.

He thinks about you…again and thinks back to his latest dream about you, the life he wishes you two could have had, if things turned out differently.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders. "The kids are getting antsy waiting for their dad to finish and poor mom is getting the repercussions," you tease him.

Your warmth breath hits his ear, sending a tingle down his spine.

He misses that.

"Oh, yeah?" He spins around on the stool, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You nod with a small smile, "yeah. What are you going to do to make it up to me?"

"Someone has no manners," he tells you with a smile on his face.

"You're not the one who has to try and breastfeed two children at the same time."

"Thank God, otherwise we'd be having a different discussion."

"Like whose nipples are going to be ripped apart next?"

He pulls you in close, brushing his nose against yours. "Nice try."

You pout, “don’t be mean.”

“I’m not being mean.”

“Yes, you are, and you know it.” You giggle. “I need you to wake up.”

“What?” He asks, not understanding why you’re telling him this.

“Wake up.”

“Xavier, wake up.” Rowan shakes his shoulders. “Wake up.”

The artist pushes his roommate away from him.

“Sorry,” the blond says, taking a step back. “You were saying her name and sounded like you were hurt.”

He slowly pushes himself up, resting against his headboard.

“Are you okay?”

Xavier turns his head. “What?”

“I’m- you- you haven’t been the same since the accident and I wanted to know if you were okay. I don’t think anyone’s brave enough to ask you how you’re doing.”

He shrugs, “I don’t know. I just- I can’t believe it’s been this long. I mean, it feels like it happened yesterday.”

The telepath nods, debating on asking him or not. “Do you think you’re ever going to be able to get over her?”

Xavier doesn’t even have to think about the answer before responding. “No.”

Rowan knows asking more is going to most likely bring his friend back to his previous state, the day he was when you died and doesn’t want that to happen so, he leaves to go to the nightshade society room, wanting to feel closer to his mom.

The artist sighs and flops back onto his bed. He knows he should get up and get ready for school but he just- he can’t.

He closes his eyes, wondering what you two would have been doing right now.

Bianca slams the door open and shakes her head when she sees what state he’s in. “Come on.”

“What?”

“You’re coming with me whether you want to or not.”

He pushes her hands away and his sheets back up, over his shoulder. “No. Go away.”

“Xavier-”

He groans and forces himself out of bed. “Let me get dressed and then I’ll meet with you guys after.”

“No need. I’ll be just outside the door,” she smiles and walks away.

He pursed his lips and searches for his uniform.

You walk by him, narrowly avoiding him as he passes by.

Your scent fills the room, a flash of memories swirl through his mind and he realizes something; his heart doesn’t feel as heavy today but he’s still sad.

Could this be what people talk about when they say they still miss a loved one and are comforted by certain things that person enjoyed or like?

He slowly drags his blazer over his hoodie, you’re favorite one, in fact.

He stares out the window and realizes, it’s rainy days like these where he needs a little more comfort and security.

He sits at your guy's table in the courtyard, mindlessly sketching something new in his sketchbook.

Ajax sits down next to him. He catches the sight of Xavier’s dull and methodically designed pencil. “Hey, isn’t that-”

Divina and Kent kick his shins, to which the gargoyle groans and rubs the now sore spot. “What?”

They shake their heads.

He huffs through his nose. “You guys don’t need to worry. I’m fine.”

“You said that before and walked out of class,” Bianca points out, sitting down beside Divina.

“Okay, fine.” Xavier sighs. “But I mean it this time. Today- today… feels different.”

“Good different? Or bad different?” Yoko asks.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’m just trying to make it through the day so I can go back to bed.”

A couple of gasps could be heard a few of his friends at the table.

“Did we just hear resident tortured artist make a joke?” Enid asks, setting her lunch tray beside Yoko’s.

He chuckles through his nose, “you’re still rolling with that nickname?”

She shrugs, “that’s what we always liked to call you.”

No one says anything or nudges her to stop talking.

“It’s my title.”

Her lips curve upwards, enjoying their small familiar banter; something they haven’t done in a while. “It is… and it’s never going away.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” This is nice, this is what everyone’s been wanting to happen but knew it had to come on his time and couldn’t rush him. They’re just happy they can see a little bit of a happier Xavier even if they still miss you.

Extended ending You smile and watch as he has lunch with your old friends, now you can stop coming around so much to check up on him. “He’s tough,” you whisper to yourself.

He’s going to be okay.

You turn around and walk away, wiping your cheeks knowing you won’t be together for a long time but hope that he’s able to live a long and happy life without you in it.

As long as he has his friends by his side, everything will be a little better for him.

You decide to spend the “rest” of your days at the art shack, wanting to feel closer to Xavier. You wander around and trace every one of his sketches with your finger, still as fascinated as ever by his skills.

The door opens; Xavier removes his blazer, tossing it off to the side so he can tie his hair back and work out his feelings.

He stops at the sight of one of the flowers from your bouquet, laying on top of his most recent sketch book.

He picks it up and sets it to the side when he sees a card that says, “I’ll be waiting. Take your time. I’ll still be here.” He squeezes his eyes shut, holding in his tears.

You step forward and place an arm around his shoulder, resting your head against his.

You have to let go of Xavier in order for him to live his life.

“I will never forget you,” you whisper before kissing his cheek, something for him to remember you by.

He can feel that your presence disappears, and the tears roll down his cheeks.

Neither of you would have admitted it, but it was necessary.

You had to leave him in order for him to grieve properly and not hold onto hope that you would somehow come back to him.

Sometimes people leave and sometimes they don’t. In this case, it's both.

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saintsstranger · 2 years ago

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i am here to make an announcement that i might be attracted to this character and expect that there would be fics about him in the near future

#wednesday imagines #rowan laslow #rowan laslow imagines #.strangerdanger rants

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hopeyblogs · 2 years ago

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hcs: them as boyfriends ⇢Masterlist

Rowan as your shy nerd bf. He would grab your sleeve in crowds, peek his pretty head over crowds trying to see you, eyes lighting up when u walk in a room :) He would definitely do something mischievous to ppl who make fun of you like using his telekinesis to trip them or mess around with their stuff. He definitely draws shapes on your hand to keep him calm. craves headpats and kisses on forehead.He LOVESSS acts of service. Fixing his tie. yes pls. Fixing his glasses. Pls do. Combing his hair and tend to him during fencing. he's so adorable. He searches you for everything, he's sad. you. Happy? You're the source. He calls you baby/dear/love. classic bby <33

Tyler as your golden retriever bf. Makes your drink just as you like it. Draws a heart on your latte. Knows your favourite treats :) He loves hearing you talk. Like "go on baby. I love hearing you talk" Would do anything to please you. Loves night dates, cuddling around in his house. He'll let you do anything to him. Very protective. Would never ever blame you. He doesn't like seeing you sad with him. Hugs hugs hugs. Bearhug you from behind with his tall stature, picks you up easily and spin you around. His wallpaper is a selfie of him and you. Puffing his chest and proudly shows you off. He loves being babied, cuddles pls, naps ontop of you, holds you close. He's all smiles with you. Calls you sweetie/sweetheart/cutie. Lil golden boy <3

Ajax as your dumbass bf. When he's high, he's all giggle thinking and blabbers about you. His snakes loves you, they would pop up from his beanie and peck you while you guys are kissing. He takes you everywhere. With him, you're always at his side. He's so stylish, loves to match clothes with you. He begs for your help with homework, bribes and threaten with cuddles, kisses and hugs. HE DEFINITELY LOVES LEGOS, huge sucker for them, he'll spend hours on legos you got for him but he's a dumbass, he'll builds whatever on his mind. Convinces you to do dumb shit with him. Smacks your ass and just say "cute ass" he's definitely a sucker for physical touch but he's a little scared he'll stone you, reassure him pls :'( Calls you hun/bae/bro. Bimbo bf <3

#draft dump #x reader #imagines #rowan laslow #rowan laslow x reader #rowan x reader #tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler x reader #ajax petropolus #ajax petropolis x reader #ajax x reader #wednesday

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textualdesires · 2 years ago

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Rebound

Xavier Thorpe x gn!telekinetic!Reader, mentions of Rowan Laslow x Reader (pre-death)

Xavier does not want to be your rebound. Except being your rebound is not half as bad with what comes with it.

I love this work, I gotta say. Reader is popular and with the nightshades. This is so adorable and my heart aches for both of these soft boys. Also completely gn! smut so it can be read as male, female or any other identity!

Categories: angst, fluff, mutual pining, smut with a plot?

Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of blood and murder, oral (m receiving), penetration, nudity, marking, size kink, use of powers in the bedroom, spit ig?, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

Enjoy!

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Your heart ached as you once again laid on his bed, tears streaming down your face. It’s been a few weeks since Rowan left. Or supposedly left. You knew he wouldn’t just leave. Wouldn’t just leave you behind.

You and Rowan had always been an odd couple. You were a popular telekinetic, had mastered your craft early. And he was the asthmatic kid, the outcast of outcasts.

You had first met him at the nightshades. Yoko, one of the first people you clicked with, had dragged you along soon after you joined Nevermore. He didn’t seem to fit in even there.

There was a deeper connection the two of you shared. Like even your powers were connected. Like you were meant to be together. He was rooted deep in your head. In your soul. In your head.

It had become a habit of yours to go to his dorm when you missed him. You would lie in his sheets, hold them close for as long as they still smelled like him. You didn’t come as often nowadays, but when it all became too much, you still did. It’s been so long the scent almost faded.

Xavier usually wouldn’t mind. You two had been friends for a long time. Hell, you and Rowan had been there for him when things ended with Bianca. It’s why he was there for you now.

He would always allow you to be there when you needed to. Would sit next to you and hold your hand to soothe you. Would climb into the bed with you if you hurt too much. He was there for emotional support. But this time it was him who needed it.

“Fuck!”

The door to the room swung closed hard, startling you. Xavier let his body fall against the door frame, sliding down to lean against it. You hadn’t seen him so upset in a long time. Not since Bianca.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked through teary eyes.

“Oh- I- didn’t know you were here. It’s nothing really.”

“Hey, just because I’m hurting doesn’t mean I won’t listen to you.”

Softly you climbed over to him, dragging along the small blanket you had once bought Rowan. It always reminded you of the good times, of how much he loved you. It soothed you.

You wrapped it around Xaviers shoulders, sitting in front of him now. His eyes were watering with rage. You didn’t press him on telling you. He wouldn’t pressure you either. If he wanted to tell you, he would. You just put a hand on his leg, carefully looking at him.

“It’s Wednesday. She- had asked me to the Raven.”

“I remember. You were quite happy she did.”

“Yes and that’s why- ugh, I hate her.”

You knew that wasn’t true. You knew Xavier found the new girl intriguing. You couldn’t say the same for yourself. You couldn’t even look at her without being jealous. Being hurt.

You were jealous because she was the one who heard Rowan’s last words. And she was partly the reason he was gone. You believed her when she told you about what happened. You knew Rowan had slowly lost control of his powers and drifted off. You wish you could have stopped it. Could have saved him.

“She only asked me to cover for snooping around the shed. She never wanted to take me in the first place. And now I’m not sure I even want to go to that stupid ball.”

Xavier didn’t deserve this. To be treated like a last resort, or someone to play with. You grabbed his face now, forcing him to look at you.

“Xavier Thorpe. I’ve known you for so long. I know that there will be more people asking you to the dance. And I know that you’re an amazing person and anyone would be lucky to be your date to the ball. And if Wednesday can’t see that, she’s blind.”

Xavier put his hand over yours, grabbing it as a sign of gratitude. Cause he was thankful to have you. You two had become so close lately, he couldn’t even imagine what it would be like without your soothing voice, always saying the right things. A soft smile spread on his lips.

“I can really see what Rowan saw in you. Hell, I would be just as clingy as he was.”

“Oh shut up!”

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It had been two weeks and the Raven was slowly approaching. It was this weekend and slowly even you were stressed. You didn’t want to go at first, but frankly, you were sick and tired of grief.

Rowan wouldn’t have wanted you to spend any night crying in his old room. He wouldn’t have wanted you to hide from the crowds on a day as important as the Raven. He probably would have even told you, how you were too beautiful and lovely not to go.

You wanted to go with your friends at first. Unfortunately they had all found dates already. They hadn’t thought you wanted to go and made other plans. You weren’t mad, it was understandable. But you really didn’t feel like playing third wheel to any of them.

You could have of course just asked out some of the other people at school. At your best, you were popular, kind and social. It was unlikely you’d get turned down. But you didn’t feel like asking a stranger.

No, frankly, this was hard enough as it was. For you to finally go out there again after pulling back from all extracurricular activities, from any social contact let alone romance? It wasn’t easy.

There was only one plausible option left.

You had spotted him once again working on one of his famous murals. You loved them really. They were beautiful, always intricate and thought through. You admired how he could just whip up something like this.

He was currently busy walking away from you. You had flat out lead with a question, asking him if he had a date to the raven yet. When he realized what you entailed he immediately walked away from you.

“Xavier, please, would you just listen?”

“No! I am not some sort of rebound that you can ask because everyone else is already gone, I am not-“

“Listen to me, goddammit!”

He stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to look at you. Hell, half the courtyard was probably looking at you now. You were quite loud. You didn’t even mean to yell.

“I’m not even gonna pretend you are my first choice.”

“Wow, a real confidence boost, [Y/N].”

You grabbed his wrist before he could even leave this time. You wouldn’t give up that easily, not without explaining. You had thought about this a lot.

“You know Rowan was and always will be my first choice. But he’s not here. And he won’t come back, no matter what you believe happened. I am trying to not let that affect me anymore.”

Xavier looked at you with sorry eyes. He knew how upset you still were, you had come over to cry even more in the last days. He would sometimes just find you passed out on Rowan’s bed and put a blanket over you. He felt pity for you.

“If Rowan was here right now, he would think we’re both insane for not going. Hell, his roommate and partner, skipping the school’s biggest event? He would call us idiots.”

A small laugh escaped Xaviers lungs at the mental image of Rowan yelling at the two of you. Yeah, he would have his opinions. About how being popular was a privilege that you shouldn’t risk, how you should not care about him and go anyways.

“There is no one here I would rather go to the Raven with. I’m not asking you as a rebound or a second choice. I’m asking you because I trust you. Because you’re amazing. You have been the closest person to me since Rowan… whatever happened to him, you were there to catch me before falling through the cracks.”

He looked at you now, a smile on his face. You had never told him just how much you appreciated him. It made his hurt heart warm, a fuzzy feeling in his stomach as he saw a tiny bit of a smile on your face. He had missed that on you. You used to be so very bright and for the first time in forever, there seemed to be a spark in your eyes.

“It’s a shame that Wednesday missed out on this. On you. But if she really for one second thinks you’re a bad person, she’s insane. I know you and what you’ve been doing is the kindest thing I’ve ever witnessed. So I’m asking you as a friend. Will you go to The Raven with me?”

The silence in his face drove you crazy. You hated waiting for answers. Hated seeing his emotionless face. The facade didn’t last long as he grinned. He had made his decision a long time ago. And frankly, there was no other option for him, either.

“Of course I’ll go with you.”

“Thank you! Xavier, you’re the best!”

With a screech you fell around his neck and he caught you from stumbling by snaking his arms around your waist. The full blown smile on your lips was enough to make his cheeks go warm. He softly rested his head on yours.

Had he always felt this fuzzy when around you?

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You looked absolutely stunning in all white. Bianca, Yoko and Kent had taken you shopping some while back and frankly, hanging out with friends was just what you needed. You were almost excited for today, even when a small part of you couldn’t help but miss Rowan.

You had worn the necklace he bought you for an anniversary once. The silver went perfectly with your white outfit. You wondered what he would have worn. A suit, of course. You would have helped him pick out accessories, would have helped him with his hair.

A soft tear slipped your eyes but you pushed it away almost immediately when you saw your friends coming to you. They had pregamed in the nightshade library, but you didn’t feel like coming. It was too painful still to go in there without him. He loved the library, loved the quietness of the place.

“Damn, [Y/N]? Is that really you?” Ajax joked and you grinned at the compliment.

“Yoko and I made our best efforts to get rid of the sadness for at least one night.” Bianca called with a grin.

It was true. Lately you’d been walking around unkempt. Your uniform way too big as you usually wore his blazer, a thing you would get in trouble for frequently. You always had the biggest dark circles, your cheeks were puffy from all the crying.

Today, none of that was present.

Xavier was in the back, a white suit hanging loosely along his wide frame. He was so much taller than Rowan, you sometimes forgot. But when you hugged him hello, it became obvious to you again. He smelled good, had put on some cologne.

“You do look amazing. It’s good to see you like this.”

He barely whispered it into your ear but it was enough to bring shivers down your spine. All the compliments, all the smiles from your friends and the way Xavier couldn’t stop looking at you. It made you feel incredible for the first time in a while.

You enjoyed yourself, dancing and drinking some of the unspiked drinks. You and your friends always kept in close proximity on the dancefloor as Xavier spun you around, making sure you only focused on him for now. God, you felt good.

Until Wednesday Addams made her entry.

You figured she wasn’t gonna wear all white. Dresscodes didn‘t matter to her. Much less did it matter to her who she took to the dance apparently. Your eyes narrowed in anger as you spotted Tyler.

You barely knew him, had met him at the coffee shop a few times. But you knew the way him and his friends would ridicule Rowan. Or Xavier. They tried with you, but stopped when you saw you weren’t affected by it.

It wasn’t fair, how they picked on the outcasts. For being different, for being someone else. To them, Rowan was an easy target. But you always defended him. And Tyler had fun being horrible to them.

You looked up at Xavier, who had just become awfully tense. His gaze was fixed on Wednesday, on the way her hips swung as she danced with Tyler. God, he was so hurt. You wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing his focus back to you. You would make sure he wouldn’t be bothered. Take care of his pain like he took care of yours.

“She’s not worth your attention, Xay. Don’t let that entitled brat ruin your evening. Or the stupid police chief’s son. They don’t even compare to you. They’re not worthy of your presence. Or your anger.”

Xavier looked at you in awe again. How did you always know what to say? With just one look you calmed him down. With just one look you could make him forget all about his sorrows.

Fuck. What was this feeling? And why did it have him so guilty, so torn? You were Rowan‘s partner, he never even thought of you like this until-

Until you started laying in his room. Until he noticed the way you breathed when you were asleep. Until he noticed how soft your skin was. Or how warm you felt when he pulled you plush against his body.

His hands brought you in closer. Pulled you in so you were pressed against his body tightly. You could feel your cheeks redden as you hid your head in his shoulder. A smile spread on your lips with how close you were. Had he always looked this good? Had he always been so enticing? So very handsome? You were so infatuated with Rowan, you didn’t even notice.

“I’m glad you asked me to the Raven.”

“I’m glad you said yes.”

“I would have never turned you down.”

Your voices were barely whispers as the song became slower and the two of you even closer if that was possible. His face was right above yours. You just had to tiptoe and your lips would meet his. You could see the way his eyes darted to your lips.

One move and you could ruin it all.

You inched in, stopping right before your lips could meet his. If you jumped this hurdle now, there was no return. You had ruined your friendship with Xavier. Had moved on from Rowan.

A drop on your forehead took you back into reality. You separated from Xavier as he too looked to find the source. Suddenly one drop became multiple. You could see the red stain the white cloth covering your body. Within seconds the panic started.

You didn’t even see the crowd fleeing. The red drops making it onto your skin had brought you right back. To the nightmares you had. In which you held Rowan as he bled out all over you. In which you knew the monster killed him. Tears started streaming down your face when finally you regained some sort of vision.

You didn’t have to look long to find Xavier. He was still right there, looking ahead. Your eyes followed his as you spotted her again. Wednesday, dancing in the red liquid like it was her home.

It wasn’t fair. That she was the one who got everything you ever wanted. She got to say goodbye to Rowan. Got to see who it was that hurt him. Got to see his last moments. And now she even got Xavier.

“[Y/N]! [Y/N], we have to leave!”

It was Bianca that had been shaking your shoulders as people stumbled all along the floor. And suddenly you heard the screams. The panic. And it was all too much. With tears streaming down your face you ran. To the only place that gave you solace.

His bed.

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The door shutting had brought you back to your senses. You were still shaking, even if the tears had stopped a while ago. You immediately scrambled up, not wanting to be seen in this position.

Xavier immediately came to your side as he saw how hurt you looked again. Fuck, did you think of Rowan again? Of course you would. Going to the Raven was a stupid idea. His heart stung as he saw what a mess you still were.

“I should leave.”

“What? [Y/N], no, you can stay. I can sleep in the shed if I have to-“

“No. This is your room, I shouldn’t even be-“

“Don’t be silly. You can always come here. God, you’re still drenched. Wait, let me-“

His feet swiftly took him to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wrapping you in it. He had to chuckle at how adorable you looked as you sat down on the bed. His eyes trailed down to the sheets, a grimace on his face as he saw how stained they were.

“I’m afraid we have to wash those. I’m sorry, I know how much you enjoy that they-“

“It’s okay. They’re just sheets.”

“What?”

“They haven’t smelled like him in ages. I just didn’t know where else to go.”

Xavier looked at you now, a worried look on his face. For you to act so indifferent about the sheets when they would usually give you so much comfort? Something else was going on. Something was off.

“How about we get you out of these clothes first. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t change. I’ll give you something to wear. Then we can sit on my dry bed and talk, hm?”

“You don’t have to take care of me.”

“I want to.”

You could feel your cheeks blushing once again as Xavier grabbed your hand, squeezing it to reassure you. Gosh, how could he be so selfless even now? How could he make you feel so good even when you were at rock bottom just seconds earlier?

He stood now, pulling out some of his old clothes. It was a t-shirt that looked way too big for you. Paint stains had painted it in all types of colors. He also put a pair of sweatpants onto his bed, making sure you were comfortable.

“I’ll- I’ll go change in the bathroom. And you can change in here. You can just wrap yourself in my blankets if you feel like it. I’ll join you in a second.”

You nodded carefully as you watched Xavier leave towards the bathroom. Carefully you pushed out of your drenched outfit. You decided to just wear his shirt for now, it being too warm in his room anyways. Luckily your underwear had remained relatively dry.

You walked to his unmade bed, grabbing the blanket and pulling it around your body carefully. You had never sat on his bed, you just now realized. Had always made sure to stay in Rowan’s, not to cross any boundaries.

You realized just how much his blanket smelled of him. You had gotten used to the scent of him so much. When he would lay next to you in bed, it would lull you to sleep quietly. Something you always blamed on the exhaustion that crying brought with it.

“You can come back out if you’re done!”

You quietly shouted, knowing damn well he was too scared to impose. You knew he would never just walk out, possibly humiliating you.

You swallowed as you saw him. He was wearing just a pair of grey sweatpants, his shirt long abandoned. His hair was lose now, falling into his face, some locks still slightly wet. You blushed deeply as he walked over to you, sitting next to you.

Xavier grabbed your hand, his knuckles accidentally brushing against your thighs in the process. He didn’t even notice you abandoned the sweatpants until now. He blushed, but never hesitated to intertwine your fingers with his.

“Why are you so upset?”

“It’s silly. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Humor me.”

Your eyes shot up to his. He encouraged you to talk to him. That was new. A deep sigh escaped your lungs as you began to speak.

“I had so much fun tonight. I really forgot all the pain and what I went through. It was going so well and then- then some Normie pricks had to ruin the perfect evening.”

You swallowed hard as tears threatened to spill once more. Xavier was quick to pull you against him, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. You took it, needing some sort of comfort. But you didn’t fail to notice just how warm he was.

“That’s not silly, [Y/N]. For what it’s worth, I also enjoyed spending the evening with you.”

“Oh please.”

You scoffed at him. You couldn’t believe him, even if you wanted to. You saw the way he looked at Wednesday, saw the way she enthralled him. He grabbed you by the shoulders, holding you to look at him. Why were you doubting him all of a sudden?

“I’m sure you were happy the stupid prank saved you. God, you ogled at Wednesday as she danced in the mess.”

“[Y/N], I didn’t-“

“Didn’t what, Xavier? You were scared to be the rebound. Well guess what, right now it feels like I am.”

His eyes were shocked. He hadn’t seem you this upset with him before. And it stung, to hear your harsh words. You had gotten it all wrong. He had to explain, had to tell you what was happening. Carefully he grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him.

“You are not a rebound. You never were. I wanted to go with you. You make me so happy. You soothe me in seconds and are an incredible person. I looked at Wednesday, sure. Cause she looked absolutely insane. I was wondering how I could have ever been upset about her when the one I really wanted was right in front of me.”

You blushed now, a soft tear spilling down your cheek. You didn’t even know how much he cared. God, you were so dumb. How could you ever doubt him, how could you ever think he didn’t want you? If it wasn’t for the prank, you’re sure he would have-

He was looking at you again. Looking straight at your lips as he inched in. He softly wiped the tear off your cheek, making sure you were no longer upset. He knew he couldn’t have you. But he wanted you so badly.

“I know you’re not ready. I know you probably thought of Rowan all night. You said it yourself, I wasn’t your first choice. But know that I’m right here if you need me. Say the word and I’m yours.”

You interrupted him with a peck to his lips. He looked at you, surprised. You had just kissed him. He wasn’t dreaming, right? Carefully he moved one of his hands to the nape of your neck as he pulled you in once again.

The kiss was slow, sensual. It was intimate in a way you haven’t felt in a while. If ever. You had missed this. Had missed the sparks flying between two people as they kissed. The way you felt like time stopped.

To say you and Rowan didn’t have your issues would have been a simple lie. He had been losing it long before Wednesday came to school and frankly, you hated the person he became then. But even then, Xavier was there to notice. To call Rowan out on how he treated you. It was why he urged the others to kick him out of the nightshades.

He had liked you for a long time. And he was sure you felt the same way. Wednesday’s arrival and Rowan’s death had held you back from acting out. Still, it brought you so much closer. Xavier pulled back, carefully catching his breath.

“We should stop. I don’t want to push you to something you’re not ready for.”

“I think I’ve been ready for ages. I was jealous when you looked at Wednesday. Because once again she got what I wanted. She had you. Or so I thought.”

Xavier couldn’t hold back now. He pushed you back, softly laying you down on his pillows as he kissed you again.

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You fell back as Xavier took control. The blanket had long been pushed off the bed as he softly kissed your lips, making sure you were comfortable. He was impatient, but he wanted to make sure that you were alright with every single move.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

You pulled him in by his hair, your hands tangling in them immediately. He was so gentle, so soft yet you could feel a need behind his eyes. You had every intention of unlocking that need.

You ground your hips into his, making sure to let him know you were just as needy as he was. He groaned as his hands clasped at the shirt you were wearing. Quickly he pulled it off you, discarding it to the side. You had no time to feel shame. Not when Xavier was leaving breathy kisses against your neck, causing you to breathe heavily.

You gripped his shoulders for support as he sucked softly. A grin spread on his lips at your reactions. He knew you were vocal, he had walked in on you and Rowan one too many times. But to hear you react to him instead, it gave him a newfound confidence.

He gnawed at your skin, making sure to leave marks. He didn’t even care who saw. He just wanted to make sure everyone knew that you had finally moved on. That you were once again off the market, that you were his. Were you his?

“God, please, I need you.”

He chuckled softly at your words, like you had read his mind. His kisses trailed further down your torso and down your stomach. His hands gripped your sides like a vice but he was keen on pleasing you.

With a little help from your telekinetic powers you pushed him off you, pressing him against the wall behind his bed for just a second. No, you were not gonna let him do this. Not like this. Carefully you let him go again as you stood from the bed. He looked confused, worried.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” you knelt, pulling his body to you with the snap of your wrist. “I’m not letting you take care of me again. It’s my turn to give back.”

A grin spread onto your lips as you held onto his thighs. He looked shocked, surprised even. You were really kneeling in front of him, offering to take care of him. He must be dreaming. Must be in one of his twisted wet dreams that he sometimes had, especially when you snuggled into him as you slept.

You grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants now, pulling them off his legs. He helped, keen on letting you do your work. He had skipped the underwear of course, leaving him exposed and hard in front of you. He was already dripping with precum.

You bit your lip for one second at the sight. So the rumors were true. Bianca had mentioned some things back in the day, some you never paid much attention to. But the taller the man, the bigger certain features was something that rang true.

“You don’t have to- Holy shit.”

You didn’t even let him finish as you licked along his tip, swallowing up his precum. You had some experience. You weren’t new to dating, after all. So you also knew exactly which moves to use to make a man happy.

Your tongue kept swirling around his tip, licking up and down his head. The groans escaping his body were heaven to your ears. You pulled back for a second, only to lick up his shaft, engulfing his head in your mouth.

Xavier knew then he was a goner. His hands gripped the sheets as he watched you carefully. You started bopping your head at your own pace, intended on making him have some fun. And boy, was he having it.

You pushed yourself even further onto his dick, until his tip touched the back of your throat. Xavier groaned so hard he could have cum right there. He could feel you gagging around him, could feel you trying everything to make him happy.

He pulled you off him after a while and you looked up at him with sad eyes. Did you do something wrong? Did you mess up? Did he not want you anymore? Softly he grabbed your chin, making you look up at him. A smile plastered his face as his thumb softly swiped over your lip.

“I’m not gonna last long if you’re this good to me. And I wanna feel you around me as I do.”

You could feel yourself blush as he pulled you back up the bed. He sat you on his lap, but not before pulling your underwear to the ground. Your eyes widened as he massaged your thighs, all whilst his hard dick was pressing against you.

“You’re sure you still want this?”

“More than ever.”

He didn’t have to prep you much. He knew you were ready, knew you could take him. He spat on his hand, lubing up his manhood so he could make it easier for you. He lifted your hips just slightly before he pushed you onto him.

You could feel him press against your walls, could feel the way you squeezed around him. He was slow, lowering you step by step. He did not want to hurt you. Ever. You moaned, biting your lips as he bottomed out.

“You take me so well.”

“Mhh I can feel you so deep.”

“I know. I can feel you clench around me.”

He started rolling his hips up, thrusting into you. He was slow, making sure to get you used to his size first. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you as close to him as possible.

You didn’t even notice you were looking right at Rowan’s bed. One you had done oh so similar things in quite a few times. But you couldn’t even remember. Remember what his lips felt like, remember what he felt like. Remember his smell.

You had finally let go.

All you could smell now was Xavier. All you could feel was how his arms held you in place, how he pushed into you. The way he groaned against you. It was so much, all too much. You couldn’t even think straight, too cockdrunk as he kept thrusting into you, now harder and faster.

All you could think about was him.

Xavier. Xavier. Xavier. A few times his name even slipped out of your mouth as you neared your own release, loud moans spilling out of you. You were so close. So very close.

“Xavier, I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me. Please, let go. Take what you need.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice as your body started convulsing against his. Your thighs trembled as you rode out your high. He held you close, making sure your tired body doesn’t just topple off him to the ground. He knew the way you looked when you were exhausted. But this time it was for all the right reasons.

He stilled, waiting on you to come back to him. After a while you did and he placed soft kisses along the back of your neck. His fingers softly tapped along your thighs and you chuckled a bit at his antics.

“Why did you stop moving?”

“We don’t have to continue of you’re too spent.”

“We are not stopping until we’re both satisfied.”

You took the reigns now, holding onto his arms as you started moving your hips once again. You were overstimulated, your legs wobbly, but you wanted to have him find his own relief.

The kisses he pressed into your neck became sloppier as he met your movements with his own thrusts. You could feel he was getting close, his dick twitching every now and then and his moves becoming more uncontrolled.

With a loud groan he shot his load right into you. He pushed you into his lap as his hips stuttered, his cum filling you up. He hadn’t done this in a while. You could tell by how hard his orgasm hit him.

Xavier stilled for a while, his breathing heavy. He gave you a sign before moving you out of him, his cum spilling all over his own legs. His face distorted at the feeling, causing you to chuckle. He grabbed a few tissues from his nightstand, cleaning both you and him up.

Carefully you got back into your underwear and his shirt and he followed part, pulling his sweatpants over his hips. You didn’t know what you needed more, a shower or sleep. Xavier decided for you as he pulled you into his arms, picking up the blanket and pulling it over the two of you.

You turned to face him, looking up at his soft face. He was tired but happy. You were sure you looked similar to him, very much spent. The two of you should have done this ages ago.

“If this is what I get I will gladly be the rebound.”

“I told you, you’re not the rebound, Xavier. You always should have been my first choice.”

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year ago

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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.

#wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #rowan laslow x reader #tyler galpin x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #bianca barclay x reader #wednesday headcanons #wednesday imagine #wednesday

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 2 years ago

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could you do a xavier x rowan’s sibling!reader? something along the lines of a secret relationship, xavier n reader sneaking around until rowan finds out?

thank you <3

SNEAKY

pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Laslow!reader summary: ^^^^ warnings: nothing much

"how much longer do you think we can go without him finding out" you inquired your boyfriend as you laid in your bed, huddled up to each other as you watched a movie

"I don't know" he replied, playing with your fingers

the two of you had been going out for a few months behind your brothers back.

Xavier would come to your dorm every Saturday where he would sometimes sleep over, and you didn't have a roommate to complain about him being here since yours graduated last semester.

so it would be just the two of you, watching movies, hanging out and the occasional make out.

"you think he'd mad?" you questioned

"oh furious" he chuckled

you buried your head in his chest, yawning with your eyes closed

"what's the time?" you asked him quietly, beginning to feel tired

Xavier played with your hair as he pulled out his phone, checking the time

"eleven" he smiled down at you

"can you stay the night?" you begged, looking up at him.

he licked his lips, contemplating

"I guess I could. I'll need to come up with another excuse though" he spoke mischiefly

"just say you slept in your shed or something" you shrugged

Xavier laughed softly as he rolled his eyes playfully.

he turned off the tv and moved you closer to him

"goodnight, Angel" he kissed your forehead as you yawned again

the of you were pretty good at hiding your relationship from Rowan most of the time, but it's pretty hard when him and Xavier are friendly. you're not mad about that, but you knew Rowan would be mad about it.

and today was one of those times that you got close. it wasn't the worst but it was just something that would make your brother question things.

you had been sitting next to each other with your friends, his hand was on your thigh, caressing it with his thumb gently with a big smile on his face until you shifted in your seat.

he begun wrapping his arm around your shoulder until he saw Rowan walk towards the group, instead of wrapping his arm around you, he tapped Ajax's shoulder, getting the gorgon's attention and started a little conversation with him friend.

so that night you were finally alone, away from your brother

you sat beside Xavier on your bed, your hand gripping onto the back of his neck with his hands on your waist, kissing you passionately.

Rowan had been around the two of you most of the day, hanging out with your group and you couldn't bare just looking at each other with smiles.

"where are you going?" Rowan asked Xavier, It was Saturday, meaning Xavier goes to your room to hang out

"to go paint" Xavier said simply

"you go every Saturday" his roommate raised an eyebrow

"I know, It's what I do every Saturday" the long haired boy spoke naturally

the Laslow boy pushed his glasses up, looking at the boy that smiled at him

"see ya!" he closed the door, sighing.

he went to your room and saw you already asleep. he laughed and closed the door behind him.

he didn't mind if you weren't awake, as long as he was with you.

he climbed into the bed with you slowly, not wanting to wake you up

he wondered about what would happen if Rowan were to find out, he's a very paranoid boy, always asking Xavier where he was going or who he was going with even though it wasn't his buisness.

he questioned if Rowan would demand the two of you to break up or if he would even be ok with it. but Xavier knew that was a stretch.

another time you got close to revealing yourselfs was when the group was talking about scars.

"I got this one jumping a fence" one of your friends shared, showing a big scar going down thigh.

"what about you, where's your biggest scar?" Enid turned to you

"isn't it the one I gave you?" your brother asked, you nodded your head in response and took a deep breath

"what! what happened?" Ajax raised his eyebrows, concerned

"we were play fighting as kids with our telekinesis and he threw me against a pillar" you sighed seeing the little smile from Rowan

"where's the scar again?" he questioned

"on the right side of her stomach beneath her breast" Xavier answered for you simply, you coughed and subtly elbowing your boyfriend beside you

"that's it!" Rowan laughed before he stopped suddenly "how do you know that?" he glared at Xavier

"she uh- she told me" he responded quickly

Rowan hummed and changed the topic

"sorry" Xavier muttered in your ear

Xavier gave you a look as you sat with your friends, Rowan had been with your group for a week and you were getting kind of annoyed at it.

you nodded your head and started getting up from the ground

"I'm going to the bathroom" you stated before walking around the corner, waiting for Xavier.

you went on your phone and scrolled your fyp as you waited.

your boyfriend took a few minutes before saying he forgot his phone in his room, and so as he turned around the corner he grabbed your hand and ran to the poe statue where he snapped twice.

you giggled as you walked down the stairs of the library

"he's around so much lately" Xavier rolled his eyes

"I know, he's so annoying" you groaned, stepping towards the tall boy, wrapping your arms around his waist

he rested his chin or your head, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, moving you side to side.

"why didn't we go to the dorms though?" you tilted your head

"because he got kicked out of the Nightshades, remember? he can't go in here"

you nodded your head along with him, a smirk growing on your face

you looked up at him and reached up to his hair, pulling on the elastic holding it in a bun and let it fall to just above his shoulders.

you put the hair elastic on your wrist before gripping on his hair lightly, pulling him down to kiss you.

he hummed against your lips

"so instead of going to your place on Saturday, I was thinking that maybe we could go into town and do some things around there" he suggested after you pulled away for air.

"yeah, I'd like that!" you grinned up at him

"great, It's a date" he kissed you again

"what are you doing? get away from her!" you heard someone yell out as they rushed down the stairs

you broke apart and turned to Rowan, your eyes widened as you saw how mad he was

"hey, Rowan" you chuckled awkwardly

"you've been sneaking around with my sister?" he growled, ignoring you and trailing towards the tall boy next to you

he gulped and stood there nervously, he wasn't scared of Rowan, he was just scared of what he could do

"well not exactly"

"then what have you been doing?" your brother snapped at him

"what are you even doing here?" Xavier tilted his head

"I was looking for something" he said matter-of-factly

"you can't be here Rowan" Xavier stated

"you can't be dating my sister!" Rowan yelled

"you don't control that" your boyfriend crossed his arms in defense

"yes I do!" he argued back

"no, you don't Rowan" you said throwing your hands the air

"you don't control who I'm with and it's selfish to think that you do" you spat

"why didn't you tell me?" he growled

"because it's none of your business and we knew you would be furious" you fought

"Of course I am! you're dating an idiot!" he pointed to him

you took a deep breath "Rowan, I don't care if you don't like him, but I like him, a lot and there's nothing you can do about that"

"seriously?" he almost gagged

"yeah, I do" you stepped closer to Xavier and held on to his arm

"fine" he rolled his eyes

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didn't know how to end it so it's pretty shit

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anonyymouslyyours · 2 years ago

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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.

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eufezco · 2 years ago

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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.

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wintervalewritersecond · 2 years ago

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witchy woman - rowan laslow

requested: yes! requests: open! hii can u make a rowan x witch fem!reader fic about him feelings inscure being her bf because the reader is a popular girl in nevermore. thanks before head!

A/N: i dont know a lot about witchcraft, so please let me know if i got anything wrong! i love rowan though, so i wanted to write it still :) thank you for requesting and i hope you like it <3

wordcount: 2,905 warnings: incorrect witch information, rowan doesn't go insane, insecure rowan </3, she/her pronouns, mean character, might be ooc, cursewords

When Rowan overhears some conversations and gossip, he gets insecure about your intentions.

You had said goodbye to Rowan, heading into the woods to clear your head and collect some small plants and other greens to use in your spell bottles. Sure, you could have gone to Jericho to try and find what you needed, but finding it in the woods was more fulfilling. You believed that being in the open air not only helps you to find yourself but also the ingredients that you need.

Rowan decided to stay in the Quad, working on some of his homework while waiting for you to return. It is still early, and some classes are still going as small groups of students walk through the Quad, sitting down to enjoy lunch or also do breakfast.

None of them sit with Rowan though.

Rowan has always been the outcast of outcasts. He didn't really excel in anything. Fencing wasn't his strongest suit, and though he did get good grades for other classes, but it wasn't like Bianca at Botany. No one really hung out with them, especially because they think he is going insane.

Word had spread about his mother that attended Nevermore years ago. Telekinesis had driven her insane as she destroyed her own dorm, luckily being stopped before she could do any more damage. But the word had already reached the others.

"Rowan!" You cheer, running up to the table he is sitting at.

He looks up from his laptop, a smile on his face.

You are unlike the others. Though you are extremely popular amongst the students and teachers, you never treated him any differently. Not in a bad way, that is. You had been paired up with him once for a project, and ever since then you never left his side. No matter how many times he insisted that it might have been better for you and your reputation if you just distanced yourself from him.

"You will not believe what I just found," you open your tote bag, pulling out a small fabric package.

In it are different flowers and other herbs, most of them unfamiliar to him. He has seen some of them before, but the names are hard to remember.

Even if he does not understand anything, he is still happy to see what you find. You can talk to him about any kind of spell or potion you made, and he will listen with all his attention. He would drop anything for you, just like you would do for him.

"Now I only need to buy some small bottles, candles, rosemary," you nod. "What are you working on, Rowan?"

"Nothing big," he awkwardly laughs. "Just some homework."

You smile at him, watching him as your head rests on your palms. He is so mesmerizing to you. The way his glasses slide off of his nose, the freckle underneath his eye, his face when he looks focused. You could go on for hours.

"I might join you," you pull the journal out of your bag, "I don't have too much homework left, but I will stay here. We can maybe even get some drinks at the Weathervane afterward?"

The journal is one of your prized possessions. It is filled with spells you have done or want to do, some important ingredients for spell jars, and sigils that have been drawn.

After making homework in the Quad, the two of you decide to just get some dinner before just hanging out in Rowan's dorm. He would often allow you to mix up all sorts of potions or try out new spells as he would watch or read.

Two hours had passed of the two of you just messing around, taking some small breaks in between to drink, eat, or kiss. A knock on the door before Xavier comes into the room, dressed in his workout clothing.

"Hey Rowan, hey Y/N."

You greet him back before closing your journal, placing everything in your bag before standing up.

"Hey, Xavier," you smile as you turn to Rowan. "I will see you tomorrow?"

Rowan nods with a big smile on his head, pushing his glasses back on his nose. You look at him for a second before taking hold of his cheek, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Good night, Rowan."

"Good night, my love."

Rowan is so head over heels for you. Even if you have been dating for close to a year, he often still can't believe that you are his girlfriend. He tends to get a little bit insecure, especially during the beginning of your relationship. He would think that you weren't serious when you said you liked him, or when you thought he was attractive. He had been told otherwise his entire life.

You were sitting next to him in class, your left hand on the table as Rowan scribbled some random shapes on it. He would often feel a bit nervous, and the drawing distracts him. Plus, it gives the two of you a reason to hold hands.

"Oh, Rowan," you suddenly remember. "I have to show a new kid around."

Not that you were looking forward to it too much. Normally, Enid would be the one to introduce everyone, but as she had classes longer than you today, you have been tasked with showing the new Nevermore student around. You were popular among the rest of the students, so Principal Weems found you the obvious choice.

"That's okay," Rowan smiles, still focused on the small scribbles on your hand. "I can wait for you in the Quad when you're done?"

"That would actually be perfect!"

The bell rings, a signal for you to go to the Principals office, and a signal for Rowan that his day has ended. A quick kiss on his cheek and a 'goodbye'.

Classes have ended for him, but that did not mean that he didn't have any plans. He asked Xavier to let him use his bike to go to Jericho so he could pick you up some small gifts. The boy would often buy you small presents; you could say it is his love language.

Though he wouldn't admit it, he keeps a list on his phone with all the things you ever said you liked, wanted, or needed. He would carefully pick some items to buy you, even if you insisted that he didn't need to spend any money on you. But he wanted to.

"Where is the rosemary?" He mumbles, a shopping basket in his hand which is already filled with different items.

Snacks and drinks, but also some objects that he has seen you use for spell jars. Cinnamon, matches, bay leaves, and a bouquet of roses. A smile is on his face just thinking about giving you everything.

Finally, the rosemary has been located. After paying for everything at the register, he puts it in his backpack before leaving for Uriah's Heap. It was the only place in Jericho that sold... strange items. He only needed some incense and thin candles, but it was the perfect place for it.

Once back at Nevermore, he packaged each and every little thing, making sure to put a little note in it as well. He always felt too nervous or scared to say things out loud, and a note was a perfect way for him to express how he was feeling. You never blamed him for it though, you love him exactly for how he is. He is deeply grateful for it; you have never pushed him out of his comfort zone, and instead helped guide him to what he wanted himself.

"And this is the Quad!" You smile.

"Wow," George laughs. "And everyone is some type of outcast?"

You nod, leading him around the Quad to walk past the different tables.

"There's werewolves, vampires, sirens," you count on your fingers. "We also have gorgons, faceless people, telekinesis, visions, spells. You name it, and Nevermore probably has it!"

The tall boy nods, leaning against one of the pillars as he looks down at you with a smile.

"And you?"

"Oh," you didn't expect him to ask that. "I do witchcraft. Spells, crystals, candles. All that stuff."

George hums, it's different than his power. He doesn't fully control it just yet, but from what he knows, he can control water. He had told you at the beginning of the tour, but never thought to ask you about what you did.

"Does everyone usually stay grouped together? Based on skills, I mean."

"Sometimes," you admit. "Bianca Barcley is one of the most popular girls. She is a Siren and most of her friends are as well. A few exceptions, including me and Yoko. Mostly, people stick together. There are some smaller groups with different powers, but it's not like the Normie schools. No nerds versus popular people."

He lets out a laugh.

"Good to know. I was actually popular at my old school," he grins. "Where do you fall? Popular, or not so much?"

He surely knows how to ask awkward questions.

"At Normie school? Not that much. But here it's a bit more to the popular side, I guess," you shrug. "I just try to get along with everyone. That's it."

George pushes himself off of the pillar, looking around the Quad again. Something about him feels off. It almost seems like he is looking around for prey. Someone to pick on.

"So, a popular girl then?"

Then, his eyes fall on one person in particular.

"I thought you said there were no nerds here at Nevermore," he snickers, sneakily pointing to something across of the Quad.

You frown, looking at where he was pointing. Through one of the gates walks Rowan, a goofy yet nervous smile on his face as he holds a small basket in his hands.

"Who layers a checkered button-up underneath a zip-up hoodie?"

If looks could kill, then George would have now been dead and buried. He should really watch what he is saying.

"And the glasses- He knows contacts exist, right?"

Rowan gets closer and closer, slowly picking up more from the one-sided conversation.

"George-"

"I know you are more of a popular kid here, but I didn't think Nevermore would stoop this low. I have seen the website, and I thought they only let special people in."

"George, I swear-"

Your tone gets a bit more aggressive every time you have to say his name. Rowan thickly swallows, looking from you to the taller guy. George, as you called him, might be right.

"I don't think studying for eight hours a day is a superpower. Makes you more of a freak-"

"Stop it, George. I'm serious."

Rowan is standing too close to you already, if he turned around now, it would only make him seem weirder. He taps your shoulder softly as your murderous gaze changes into a soft, loving one when you see him up close.

"Rowan!"

With an awkward smile he holds out the package to you, his hands shaking as he tries to avoid George's gaze.

"I uh- Is this a bad time? I have something-"

George suddenly stands behind you, hovering over you as he looks at Rowan, a smirk on his face. He is only a few centimeters taller than him, yet Rowan feels intimidated. It's not like he talked shit about the poor guy earlier.

"I don't think you should talk to her, man," he raises an eyebrow. "You don't seem like the type for a popular girl-"

Your face morphs back into a hateful one as you aggressively throw your elbow back into George's chest. He stumbles back, clutching his chest as he looks up at you with a shocked look on his face.

"What the fuck?!"

You grab his collar, pulling him down to you as you glare at him, your eyes almost on fire. The tables close to you look at you in shock. They have never seen you this aggressive.

"You better watch out," you grit your teeth. "Say one more word about Rowan, and I will make sure you leave here with more broken bones and curses than you can count."

The second you let go of his shirt, he stumbles to the ground. You turn back to Rowan, who is staring at the ground, now shaking more than before.

"Hey, are you okay?" you whisper, stepping closer to him before placing your hands on his upper arms. "Rowan, come on. Let's go."

The two of you walk away to your dorm, leaving behind a confused George and a surprised Quad. Xavier lets out a laugh as he walks past the guy on the floor.

"That was a bad move, man."

"I will make sure he has a horrible time at Nevermore," you groan, rummaging through your drawers to find ingredients for a new spell jar. "I am serious, Rowan, if he says one more word about you I will actually kill him."

You turn around to face your boyfriend, but he hasn't moved an inch. He still sits on the edge of your bed, staring at his hands as the small package is placed next to him. Your shoulders slump as you immediately place everything you were holding onto your desk, sitting down next to Rowan.

It is silent for a second before the boy finally speaks up.

"Do you think he was right?"

You turn your head to face him, your eyebrows creased. His voice was shaking and his eyes are full of tears.

"Maybe he is," Rowan whispers to himself. "I-I... What if I am not really your type? George could be- He is taller and more popular-"

"Hey," you look at him, your heart sinking into your stomach. "Rowan, that is not true at all."

He slowly looks up at you, his lip trembling as he blinks to try to keep the tears at bay. What if George was right?

"You are the most loving, the most caring, the most beautiful, and the most perfect person I have ever met," you smile. "You are the only one that I ever want to spend my life with. I don't want anyone like that asshole."

You press a kiss on his forehead before wiping away some of his stray tears.

"I want a boy with telekinesis who just so happens to look extremely good. Especially with glasses."

A small laugh escapes his lips as he nods.

"Okay," he whispers, nodding before looking at you. "I love you."

You pull him close, pressing a soft kiss on his neck before running your hands up and down his back.

"I love you too, Rowan."

He slowly untangles himself from your grip before placing the small package on your lap. The insecurity had gotten to him, totally forgetting that he was going to give you the gift.

"I uh- I got it for you," he sniffles, though a smile is on his face. "I knew you wouldn't have any time to go to Jericho this week, so..."

Your eyes grow big as you slowly unpack the items.

"What?" You exclaim excitedly, gasping as you look up at your boyfriend. "Rowan, I can't believe this!"

You jump up with the small basket in your hands. Everything you were planning to get, was now in your hands. Small bottles, candles, incense, even roses! You retrieve the small note which sits at the bottom. Rowan would often write you notes or letters, and you kept each and every one of them. Some of them were stuck in your journal, others were placed on the whiteboard in your room, and there were even some you kept in your wallet.

"I have the best boyfriend ever!"

After trying out some new spells, you had finally fallen asleep. The incense had to wait for later; you knew Rowan was quite sensitive to it. You didn't want to risk anything happening to him.

It was time for breakfast, which means that most of the Nevermore students collect in the Quad. A knock on the door catches your attention and as you open it, you are faced with a smiling Rowan. He would pick you up from your dorm so you could get breakfast together in the mornings.

"Good morning," you give him a kiss before fixing his tie.

"Good morning," he replies before taking your hand.

After a long talk yesterday, he finally felt a bit more relieved. You assured him that he had no reason to be insecure, but that you did understand him. You aren't going to laugh at him for being insecure, not at all.

Rowan and you sat down with Xavier and you couldn't help but let out a laugh. Next to the fountain sat George, all on his own.

"So much for being a popular kid, huh," you giggle as Rowan looks over.

"Watch this," he whispers back, quickly moving his hand.

The movement makes George fly off of the bench and into the water. Your hand flies to your mouth as you try to hide your laughing, letting your head fall onto Rowan's shoulder, hearing George scream in the background.

And though Rowan does sometimes feel insecure, he does have something he can hold onto. Your hands, your words, your reassurance. You are his as he is yours. Besides, if anyone else ever talked bad about him, you were quick to react. Be it by a spell, or by your fist.

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