Abel The Rebel Angel X Reader

Abel The Rebel Angel x Reader

"It's only November!"

Day 2! I hope you like this one, I tried to add romance but not too much at the same time yk? Enjoy!💕💕

Published: 12-3-2023

Words: 543

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Y/n was walking through a mall in her home city. She wasn’t shopping for anything in particular, just browsing through the sections. 

It was only November 5th, and the whole mall was decorated for Christmas. 

After walking for a bit, Y/n stopped in a local family owned store. It was decked out with festive decor. Ornaments glistened from the front windows, and Christmas music sang from the speakers.

As she was looking around, she didn’t notice a toon walking towards her, busy looking at his phone. When Y/n looked up, it was too late; the human and the toon bumped into each other, causing them both to take a few steps back.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you!” Y/n panicked, trying to make sure the toon was alright. 

“First it’s Christmas in November; now I get hit by some daydreaming idiot.” She heard him grumble as he steadied himself.

Y/n leaned back, giving him an offended look. 

"Well, excuse me, Mr. Grinch!” Y/n glared at him with a sassy tone.

Abel looked at her and into her eyes, staring into her soul with his pie cut eyes. Unexpectedly to Y/n, he let out a small chuckle.

She didn’t notice it before, but she did now; the toon had major wings on his back. His head had a tilted halo hanging above it, and he was in a nice suit. The toon's hair was well kept as well. All in all, he seemed to care for his appearance, and she wouldn’t lie if she had to admit that he was pretty attractive. But that doesn’t automatically mean she’s head over heels—no,  not at all.

“What?” Y/n frowned.

“You have weird insults.” The toon smiled.

“Well ok then, why not tell me some of your ‘oh so great’ insults?” Y/n mocked, putting her hands on her hips.

“First off, don’t call someone a Grinch-” The toon began before being cut off by Y/n.

“It’s true though! You were acting like The Grinch.” She states matter-of-factly.

He just deadpanned.

The two of them talked for a long time, sometimes bantering or playfully arguing. They eventually learned each other's names. 

~~Time skip~~

It had been a year since the two met, and now they’re inseparable. 

Currently, the two were simply lounging around on Y/n’s couch. Y/n was lying down, her legs laying on top of Abel’s lap. Abel was sitting up, scrolling through channels on Y/n’s TV. 

He tried to ignore how pretty she looked right now; they were just friends after all. Nothing more. 

As Abel scrolled through the channels, he stopped on an interesting one. It was going on about how electric cars are made. 

“We’ll be right back after this short break.” The channel spoke. As the screen of the TV faded to black, it was replaced with blaring Mariah Carey and red and green lights. 

“It is November! Why are there Christmas commercials out?!" Abel shouted at the TV.

Y/n couldn’t help but burst out laughing at his anger.

He looked over to her, a smirk flashed over his features. Shoving her off of him and the couch, Abel couldn’t help but laugh too.

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Hi do you still accept requests and if yes do you have character limit?

Yes, I do still do requests! It just takes me a bit to write them all because of school and gaining motivation. But yes, I still take requests!!!

I have no character limit but I have an range, my range goes from 200(usually headcanons)-900+(Usually oneshots when I have lots of ideas)

Thank you for the questions! I love it when people ask questions!! Lots of love!! <3333

Heyoo so since it’s December, I’m just doing a small challenge of writing random prompts from a spinning wheel i made. I will probably upload every other day idk yet. I hope you like this!🫶🫶🫶

LMK Wukong x Reader

Dancing to Christmas music

Published: 12-1-2023

Words: 384

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Laughter echoed throughout Flower Fruit Mountain.

Y/n and Wukong were inside the small hut hidden within the mountain's walls.

The familiar music that comes around at Christmas time was blasting from a bass boosted speaker Y/n bought off Temu, loud enough to rupture eardrums.

Now looking at the two protagonists, it was confusing to say the least. They were dancing, or they were supposed to be.

For the most part, they looked like they were having seizures while standing.

The two were screaming the song lyrics to ‘All I want for Christmas Is You’ By Mariah Carey.

“I JUST WANT YOU FOR MY OWN!! MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER KNOW!!” Y/n scream-sang. She was jumping around with her eyes shut tight, using a candy cane as a microphone.

With her eyes closed and belting the song, she didn’t notice Wukong slow down his dancing just to stare at her.

Y/n was beautiful to him. She was a goddess like this. Having fun without a care in the world. Being so trusting and comfortable to let him see this side of her. Oh how he wanted her to know his feelings.

Noticing that she was dancing under the mistletoe they hung up a little bit ago, he made his way over to her as she danced around.

Quickly, he grabbed her face with his hands and pushed his lips onto hers. Their lips locked like two puzzle pieces that finally found the right fit.

After about 5 seconds, Wukong broke the kiss to let Y/n have air and the two took a step back away from each other.

She took in a deep inhale, trying to catch her breath. Y/n placed a hand on her sternum , leaning down slightly.

“Wha- What was that all about?” Y/n could pass as a tomato with how red she was.

“You were under the mistletoe, it’s Christmas Law.” Wukong told her cheekily.

Y/n stared at him for a minute, just looking into his eyes. She took a slow step forward so she was directly under the mistletoe once more.

“Do it again.” Y/n whispered.

The widest smile spread across Wukongs face when he came forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, dipping her.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Sorry this is so late, school is kicking my butt and now I have a final due. So I am extremely sorry if the next is a tad late, i will start it tonight hopefully. ALSO I had to use google translate, I’m sorry, I aint this far in Duolingo lessons yet🧍‍♀️

Neways, onto the oneshot!

Panchito Pistoles x Reader

Christmas cookies go wrong

Published: 12-5-2023

Words: 1,002

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A knock sounded from Y/n’s house door, she got up from her spot on the couch and went to the door. But before she could open it, the door was flung open by her best friend, Panchito.

“Hey Panchito.” Y/n let out a laugh, noticing he was carrying multiple bags. Panchito walked into the house, closing the door behind him with his foot, and placed the bags on the table.

“¡Hola querida!” Panchito greeted excitedly.

“What do ya got here?” Y/n asked, moving over to the table to stand next to Panchito.

“¡We are baking galletas!” Panchito threw his arms in the air. He had a habit of speaking his native language when he got too excited or couldn’t remember a word.

“Huh?” Y/n asked, she did not pay attention in Spanish class.

“Oh, uh what’s the word? How you say desserts? Small circles?” Panchito tried to remember the English word.

“Cookies?” Y/n suggested after thinking for a moment.

“¡Sí! Sí! Cookies!”

She let out a chuckle at his antics. Panchito never failed to make her laugh.

“Ok, so you got all the supplies?” Y/n asked him, helping to unpack the bags.

“¡Sí! Everything is there!” He smiled brightly at her.

Gosh, Y/n could melt right there. His accent. His personality. His smile. He was perfect to her.

She quickly shook the thoughts from her head as Panchito pulled out a random Christmas cookie recipe he found.

“Ok, what should I do?” Y/n asked, washing her hands quickly, Panchito doing the same after.

“Hmmm, I don’t know. It’s up to you.” He shrugged.

Y/n deadpanned at him. “Well now I don’t know what to do.”

“I dunno.”

The two best friends simply stared at each other, not exactly sure where to go from this.

“I’ll get the ingredients together, you mix.”

“Ok.” Panchito agreed blindly, his pretty smile never fading.

Y/n began to gather and mix the ingredients like the recipe said. As she focused on measuring the right amount of flour, she didn’t seem to notice Panchito staring at her with a love sick smile. Nor did she notice that the salt container looks oddly similar to the sugar, and just so happened to be placed where she thought the sugar was.

After measuring out every ingredient and dumping them into the bowl, Y/n let Panchito take over his part of mixing.

It took them a little bit but eventually they got the cookies all mixed and in the oven. After Y/n set the timer to 30 minutes, the two friends made eye contact. With in a seconds notice they raced over to the living, competing to see who would get there first.

Shoving the other out of the way and pulling each other caused the two to topple to the ground and wrestle.

While they were tumbling, Y/n touched the couch with the tips of her fingers.

“I win! I win.” Y/n shouted, out of breath.

“Good game, mi amor!”

Panchito climbed off of her and stood up, lending his hand for her to grab and stand also. Y/n took his hand and stood up. But as quickly as she stood, she collapsed onto the couch, spreading her body across it all so Panchito couldn’t sit.

“Winner gets the couch.” A teasing smile crossed her lips.

Panchito placed his hand on his chest and gave a look of offense, but they both knew it was fake.

“How could you? All I’ve ever wanted in life is the couch!” He spoke in mock grief.

As if on cue, the oven dinged, signaling the cookies were done.

“Has it already been 30 minutes?” Y/n asked, sitting up from the couch. Confusion was evident on her face.

But she didn’t even get an answer, seeing that Panchito was running to the kitchen to get the cookies before her. Y/n’s jaw dropped at the betrayal. Leaping off the couch, she raced after him.

When Y/n finally reached the kitchen, Panchito was lifting a cookie up to his beak, about to take a bite. Quickly, and without thinking it through, she swiped the cookie away from Panchito and shoved the whole thing in her mouth. Not only was it burning hot, it physically made her reel back from the taste.

Gagging, Y/n ran to the garbage can and spit out the cookie, if you could even call it that. Panchito was at first really concerned, but now he was just laughing at her misery.

“Don’t laugh at my pain.” Y/n cried.

Panchito stifled his laughs, apologizing. “Sorry querida, you had a funny reaction. I didn’t know you hated cookies so much?”

“I don’t, these just taste nasty.” Y/n spat out the rest of the cookie, using a paper towel to wipe her tongue off.

Panchito gave her a questioning look before picking up a cookie of his own. “Oh come on mi amor, it can’t be that bad.”

He bit down on the cookie, and immediately regretted it but he wanted to prove Y/n wrong.

Slowly but surely, and with disgust and regret plastered on his face, he ate the cookie and swallowed it.

“See?” Panchito said through gritted teeth and a forced smile. “Great.”

Y/n looked at him with a smirk. “It’s horrible isn’t it?”

“Sí”

Y/n chuckled and turned away to start cleaning up their huge mess.

When Panchito finally got past the pain of the cookie, he looked to Y/n. Gazing at her, she looked perfect to him. Every flaw Y/n has is smoothed over by his love for her.

“Te amo es imposible de explicar, querida.” He mumbled softly.

Y/n turned over to face him. “What did you say?”

“That I could clean faster than you.” Panchito smirked.

This prompted another playful fight between the two with running and crashing. Laughter ringing like sleigh bells around the house. The two ‘friends’ were perfect together.

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I know you

*Once I was Seven Years Old starts to play*