Can you do a Warren X Reader where your this shy, quiet person and the teacher
makes you and Warren partners for everything in class for the rest of the year.
As you two work together you start to open up and he finds out how much badass
and heavy metal lover you are.
Aww yisss! I had a gr8 idea for this a long time ago, and I’m so glad it fits
into the prompt omg. I made up a fictional rocker for this, so if you don’t
know what I’m talking about when we get there, that’s why.
You were pink pastels and flower crowns,
pretty skirts and frilly lace. Warren was spikes and leather jackets, heavy
boots and motorcycles, and most importantly rock music. You always heard Warren
blasting the music in his dorm, so loud the walls shook. Anytime you forgot
where his room was, you just followed the music like a trail of breadcrumbs.
“Warren!” you shouted over the music. Your
fist banged against the door as loud as you could. The music flicked off and the
door swung open. You pushed your large round glasses up your nose and hugged your
books tighter to your chest. “Um, are you still up for a study session, or…?”
There was a long pause, in which you realized
Warren was standing there wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Not even a
shirt. He was ready for bed.
“Oh yeah, yeah. Sorry. Forgot.”
“I-it’s fine.” you took a faltering step
back, the sight of this literal angel shirtless in front of you was almost too
much for your heart, causing it to race in your chest. His strong feathered
wings stretched behind him in a way similar to flexing muscles, showing off.
Not that he needed to. “Um, I can leave if it’s too late. Sorry for-”
“No!” he almost shouted when you turned to
leave, his cheeks betraying him by flushing pink. “I mean…it’s not too late if
you want to come in. Curfew isn’t for another hour, and I’ll definitely fail if
you don’t help me, so…”
“Okay,” you nodded. He stepped out of the doorway
so you could walk inside. You took a seat on his bed. He hastily began to tidy
up, pushing discarded clothes out of the way and stacking scattered records and
books. You took notice of the large ‘Cupid and the Fallen Angels’ poster hanging
on Warren’s wall. Her long hot pink hair blew in the wind, and large feathery
wings were mounted on her back. She was dressed as many rockers were, in a black
leather jacket, ripped jeans, high-heeled boots. She had a quiver full of
arrows that she sometimes fired into the crowds at her concerts, and her lips
were painted in the shape of a heart. A small smile tugged at your lips. “You
like Cupid, huh?”
“What? Oh, yeah. She’s great.” Warren
answered. “Got one of her records around here somewhere.”
“Cool.” you nodded, cracking open your
Algebra book. Warren sat beside you. Subconsciously, one of his wings came to
rest on your shoulder, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You smiled
under the weight.
“Is that okay? Sorry. I didn’t ask. It just
happens sometimes.” Warren’s wing twitched. You had never seen him so
“It’s fine.” you assured him, scooting a bit
closer. “It’s really warm.”
“I know.” he smirked, reading the book over your
shoulder. “So, I hope you can help me understand this, or I’m going to fail.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
A few days later, you sat with Warren at
lunch, joining him in the courtyard, which was surprising to say the least.
“How’d you do on the test?”
“Didn’t get it back yet.”
“How do you think you did?”
“Better than I’m used to.” he admitted. He
was fully clothed this time, but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to
the thick muscles that lined his chest. God, Warren was something else. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” you smiled, your eyes meeting
his. “Anytime you need help, just give me a call.”
“(Y/N)!” Warren called a few days later,
swooping through the courtyard in search of you. You waved him over, both hands
high above your head. He landed in front of you, a somewhat bent paper in his
hand. It was the test.
“So? What’s the verdict?”
“I got a B!” he stated.
“I’m so sorry-”
“Sorry? That’s the best I’ve done all year!”
Warren scooped you up in his arms, engulfing you in a tight bear hug. Your feet
dangled above the ground as he practically swung you around. You had almost
never seen him smile, not like this. “I’m so happy I could kiss you.”
“Yeah?” you somewhat challenged, still
dangling above the ground in his strong arms.
“Yeah.” he set you down and leaned in, but
just before your lips met…
“(Y/N), do you vant to practice teleporting
vizh me?” Kurt asked, appearing out of thin air.
“Um, sure,” you brushed a lock of hair behind
your ear. You pressed a long, meaningful kiss to Warren’s cheek, causing his
wings to falter and his eyelids to flutter. “I’ll see you later, okay Warren?”
“Um, y-yeah. See you later.” he was in a
daze. He didn’t even care that you had left with Kurt. You had kissed him. God,
he was whipped.
“Woah dude,” Peter raised his goggles. “Do
you need to see the nurse? You look like you’re gonna pass out.”
“I’m fine. I was just…kissed by an angel.”
Peter took a bite of his Twinkie. “You’re
“Tell me about it.”
“Hey Warren,” you approached Warren at lunch
about a month later, very obviously hiding something behind your back.
“Oh hey,” he smiled that charming smile of
his that had been making more and more appearances since you found your way
into his life.
“I um…Cupid and the Fallen Angels are coming
to town, and my uncle owns the stadium they’re performing in, so…he hooked me
up with these.” you handed him a ticket and a backstage pass hanging on a lanyard.
Warren’s eyes widened and his jaw just about hit the floor.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. I mean, I can’t go. I’m gonna be out
of town, but uh, Uncle Howard gave me some for the whole crew, so you won’t be
“Thank you so much,” he took your hand in
his, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You let go of his hand and wrapped your
arms around his torso, hugging him tightly.
“Don’t mention it.” you mumbled into his muscled
chest. He chuckled.
“Maybe next weekend I could…take you out for
dinner to make up for it?”
“Sure.” you nodded. “I’d like that.”
“Warren!” you knocked on his door minutes
before the crew was leaving for the concert.
“Yes?” he opened the door, already dressed in
his Cupid shirt. His fluffy Mohawk was arranged into neat curls, and his
ensemble was enhanced by his signature leather jacket.
“I…this is gonna sound weird. Can I borrow
one of your jackets? It’s an emergency.”
“Yeah, sure,” he let you into his room and
opened his closet, revealing at least ten leather jackets. He handed you one,
wrapping it around your shoulders. It was such a contrast to your usual pastel
and flowers wardrobe, but he would admit: you looked hot.
“Thank you so, so much, oh my God.” you stood
on your toes and kissed his cheek. “I owe you.”
“I don’t mean to pry, but what is it for,
“Um…I’ll tell you when it’s over.”
“O…kay…?” Warren’s eyebrows crinkled. “Oh,
and uh, thank you so much for the tickets.”
“No prob. See you later?”
“Yeah, see you later.” he stated. You winked
before walking off. He smiled, leaning against the doorway. He liked the sight
of you in his clothes. He might have to loan you his jackets more often.
“Are you ready to rock?!” you walked onto the
stage, demanding attention and channeling confidence with every step. The heavy
eyeliner and the bright pink wig you wore in all of your concerts were more
enough to throw anyone who knew you off of your scent. Yes. You were Cupid.
Being a teleporter certainly helped you make
it to shows on time no matter where they were. You didn’t work quite like Kurt.
You used portals, and therefore you could transport further than he could.
You strutted down the stage, performing all
of your songs. You spotted Warren and the others from the Mansion not too far
from the front. You had gotten them the best seats in the house. Warren was
close enough to see your face, really, truly see it. His eyebrows scrunched up,
and when you got closer, he could have sworn that was his jacket you were
But he brushed it off. You were out of town,
not a rock princess known all over the world. And besides, the (Y/N) he knew
was a shy, sweet, innocent nerd. Not a heavy metal rocker with big feathery
wings. No. Couldn’t be.
After the concert, you met up with the X-Kids
“Zhat vas incredible!” Kurt appeared in front
of you in a puff of smoke, shaking your hand. “I’ve never been to a concert
before! My name is Kurt Vagner.”
“I know, Kurt.” you smiled. Warren squinted,
taking a timid step forward. You shed the giant wings mounted on your back and
dropped your fake quiver. Lastly, you took off your pink wig and handed Warren
his jacket. All of their jaws dropped. “Thanks for loaning me the jacket,
Warren. You’re a life saver.”
“But you’re…how?!” Peter shouted.
“Teleporter, remember?” you smirked. Warren
was speechless. “I told you guys I was in a band.”
“I thought it was some hippie ukulele group.”
Warren chuckled. “But this…I could get used to this.”
“You like it?” you bit your lip and took a
step closer to him. One of his arms wrapped around your waist.
“Mmhmm.” he nodded. The other X-Kids subtly
snuck away, not wanting to interrupt your little moment.
“You know…” your voice was low. You stepped
closer so your bodies were touching. “That last song was about you. The new
“Really?” he raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Was
everything in it true?”
“Yes,” you nodded, cheeks flushing red.
“Everything?” he asked. You nodded. “Even
that you wished your curly-haired angel would kiss you until your lips went
“Well…” Warren’s hands cupped your face,
pulling you closer. “I’d say we have our work cut out for us then.”
Warning: hangover, implied throw up, implied smut (okay I know I said no smut but there was no way I couldn’t do this)
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The slow pulsing headache caused you to push yourself to sit upwards as you woke up, but the blinding white light consumed your line of sight and you put yourself under the large blanket once more.
After blinking a few times, and using your hand to wipe the crust from your eyes, you sat up and squinted around the room, getting used to the light.
The lights source was coming from a tall lamp across the room– wait, you didn’t have a lamp across from your bed at your apartment, where were you?
As you started panic, you shoved the blanket to the side and threw your legs over the side of the bed, standing up.
A wave of nausea hit you, the hangover taking effect, and you groaned as you clutched your stomach. How much did I drink? What happened last night? You asked yourself.
You remembered ordering a couple rounds of shots for yourself at the bar, paying for it, and getting in an uber. Then, knocking on the door of an apartment, you couldn’t remember the number, but you’re surprised the person took you in.
Footsteps grew louder as they made their way towards the room you were standing in, and your stomach twisted as you were getting quite anxious. You sucked in a large breath, as you were getting ready to blurt out this long apology to whoever strangers house you made yourself comfortable in.
“Hey, princess,” someone said opening the door. You recognised that voice, so you looked up.
You let out the biggest sigh of relief, “Oh thank god, Hercules, its you.”
Hercules smiled, “Well, yeah, who else would have paintings of horses all over their guest bedroom?”
You looked around, nodding, he did have more than three on one wall, “Oh. Yeah…”
He walked over and handed you the glass of water that was sitting on the nightstand, you hadn’t even noticed it before,
“Drink up, after that I’m taking you towards the bathroom.”
You gladly sipped the water, before following him out of the room. Hercules took the glass from your hands as you entered the bathroom.
“I’m sorry for, you know, intruding your home last night. I mean, for all I know you could’ve been sleeping! I don’t remember much, so I’m sorry for anything that happened. I really shouldn’t have been drinking in the first place,” you kept rambling until Hercules stopped you.
“Hey! You’re fine, nothing bad happened. And I wasn’t sleeping.”
“Oh thank God.”
He left the bathroom to make breakfast, also not wanting to see what kind of art show you would be showcasing in the toilet.
After you were done, you walked into his kitchen and wiped your mouth off with some paper towels before throwing them away.
“So, uh, if I didn’t wake you up, and you were already up, who was keeping you awake?” You said, wiggiling your eyebrows.
Hercules rolled his eyes, “It was Lafayette; I was Face Timing him. Speaking of, he’s going to be over in a few.”
You didn’t ask why, just gave a small nod, before getting some cereal down for yourself.
When you mentioned Lafayette, is got some sort of ‘déjà vu’ feeling. Maybe it was from last night, maybe you butt-dialed him. You hoped Lafayette didn’t actually see you, or hear you, for that matter, last night. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your crush of all people.
You sat down, and ate your cereal across from Hercules, who was texting someone, until the doorbell rang.
He stood up, mumbling an ’I’ll get it’ under his breath, and he opened the door to reveal Lafayette standing there.
He was wearing one pair of his pink sweatpants, with the waistline of his Mickey Mouse underwear showing, and his hair in pigtails.
Hercules said nothing, just moved aside got him to come in, in which he did.
You were slightly taken aback by what he was wearing, and you turned around toward the door,
“Hello, mon cherie.”
You felt your cheeks burn up and you turned back to your cereal, when Hercules spoke up,
“Oh, John just texted me. He… needs me to… come over… for something…” He grabbed some shoes, and left.
“Do you think he realises he’s still in his pajamas?” You said, glancing back.
Lafayette walked in the kitchen and sat in the chair across from you, digging into the untouched portion of Hercules’ toast.
There was just silence, as you could feel Lafayette staring at you. You didn’t know how to react, so you took your bowl and put it in the sink after rinsing it out,
“Are you okay?” You looked back at him while putting your hands on the counter behind you.
“I think that question should be directed at you, considering your hangover,” Lafayette shrugged.
“You know, the how you say– aftermath of when you got intoxicated, confessed your undying love for me in a long rant, and then said that you had dreams about sleeping with me.”
You felt like you were going to cry, Lafayette was now standing directly in front of you, practically cornering you into where the counter and fridge met.
“I… have to go, I just remembered I need to go move to Alaska with my mother,” you said quickly, ducking under his arm and leaving the room.
“Y/n, wait!” Lafayette called after you, but you were already leaving the apartment.
You stopped at the end of the hall, and turned around, ready to take your embarrassing rejection so you could get it over with.
When Lafayette caught up to you, he held your forearms lightly, bringing you closer to him,
“Could you just listen to me?” He let out a breathily laugh before shaking his head, “Y/n, mom cherie, mom amour, whatever, I love you. I love how you sing to yourself all the time, I love how you stick your tongue out when you’re concentrating, I love how you’re so passionate about the things you favor, I could make a whole list about how I love everything about you.”
You just looked down at the ground, “Do you really mean that?”
“Yes, of course.”
You bring your head up and smiled, and you pulled his face down and kissed him as his arms wrapped you.
Before it could get any farther, Lafayette pulled away, “How about we go to my apartment and fulfill your dreams?”
You were quite confused at first, but two and two together and started letting out small laughs while nodding your head. Lafayette took your hand, and lead you down the stairs.
Hello! I didn’t want to flood everybody and this is only a few of the messages I received. Like I said, I’m not ignoring requests on purpose. It either I’m stumped and have no idea how to do that request yet or because my resources are limited (aka i don’t have an iphone yall lmao i use a generator so i can’t do meme wars huhuhu im so sorry)
But wow I’m glad that yall like the texts I make.
You don’t have to be sorry for this! I know the struggle of speaking a second language. I’m glad you’re enjoying the texts!!!
So I told Dan and Phil that I had a dream about them...
I’ll start from the beginning since it’s a pretty gr8 story lol.
I turned the corner and holyyyy fuck it’s a Dan and Phil and omg immediately dans face just fucking lights up and he opens his arms and HUGS ME. It’s one of the best hugs I’ve ever gotten TBH. Then I hug Phil and THAT WAS THE BEST HUG IVE EVER GOTTEN IT WAS GR8 10/10 WOULD RECOMMEND.
So then Dan tells me “hello! I like your ears!” Bc I was wearing Minnie Mouse ears lol. And then he’s like ohh do you want us to sign this book? And I’m like yeaaaah so then I’m like, “I have a story for you. I had a dream about you two the other day” they immediately went from intrigued to omg do I even want to hear this lmao. (Side note: my friend said that from behind the sheet, she actually heard them go “uhhhh wat” lol but idk I don’t remember) phils face was like, actually scared tho. But an intrigued scared. I hope.
So then I tell them my dream.
Me: In my dream today had already arrived. You guys were telling me what the show was gonna be about and you told me that both of you were gonna be playing the piano for part of it [dan and Phil laugh] and you actually gave me a role [dan: oh we did? That’s nice of us] yeah, I was supposed to give you, Phil, a clarinet [phil looks up, laughs. Phil: wait what?! Dan: oh my god *laughs harder*] so then the show starts, you guys are playing the piano, and it’s my cue to bring you the clarinet but I guess the clarinet breaks? And I end up giving you (Phil) this broken instrument [dan and Phil: oh no!] and oh my god, Phil you have this intense glare and you’re just so mad at me [phil giggled or something idk it was cute I literally faltered here he’s adorable AF] and then Dan, you kept playing the piano but you sneezed so the audience was like OH NO HES DYING [dan is L A U G H I N G and Phil is just like OMG]
Dan: well I promise that nothing like that will happen tonight!
Phil: yeah, you don’t have to worry 😁
Me: ok but then the crowd got angry, the show got cancelled, I got thrown out of the theater and it was a huge disaster [they both started laughing at my pain the lil mofos]
And then after that we took selfies and I hugged Dan and Phil again one last time bc PHIL GIVES THE BEST HUGS AND DAN IS CUDDLY AF GDI.
then as I’m leaving Dan is like “have a great time at the show tonight! Remember, no clarinets”
And I look back at him all incredulously and I’m like “oh my god”