Sorry This Is So Late, School Is Kicking My Butt And Now I Have A Final Due. So I Am Extremely Sorry

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.

Yello! I believe this is day 6 of the challenge? Nothing really to say other than I have a concert tonight so I can’t write then, sorry :/ Neways I think that’s all I have to say.

Sledding Bump

MK x Reader

Published: 12-11-2023

Words: 739

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“Sooo…..are we sure this is safe?”

“Not at all!”

“Well that’s reassuring…” Y/n spoke nervously, messing with the sled in her hands.

“Thank you!” MK smiled happily, looking forward. He was so oblivious that it was adorable.

MK and Y/n were standing at the top of a large and extremely steep hill. Looking down made Y/n’s stomach drop but when she glanced at MK, she guessed he didn’t share her anxiety being he was grinning from ear to ear.

MK turned to her, his smile glowing with excitement. “You ready?”

“Not really…”

“Oh well! Hand me the sled please?” MK shrugged and held his hands out for the sled.

Y/n handed him the sled, gulping nervously. There were so many bumps and rocks down the slope, she was going to have bruises everywhere tomorrow, huh?

Mk crouched down to set the sled on the ground. Patting it, he directed Y/n to sit down.

“Ok you sit in front, I will sit behind you.”

“Wait, why do I have to sit in front? Isn’t that more dangerous?” Y/n raised an eyebrow.

MK had to think of an excuse for a minute, he can’t just say he wanted to have his arms wrapped around you so he can feel like he is protecting you. Stuttering, he came up with the lamest excuse to exist.

“Well- Uhm- Oh! The youngest person has to sit in front!” MK quickly filled in.

“What?! I’m only a day younger than you!”

“Ok and? A day is a day.” MK explained with a sassy tone.

Y/n sighed and rolled her eyes playfully. She sat in front and picked her feet up so they were hanging in front. MK took his place behind and wrapped his arms around, secretly smiling again.

“Ready? Let’s go!” He didn’t give her time to answer before pushing the sled off the hill.

“NoooOoOOOooOooOOOOOOO!!” Y/n screamed, wind whipping around her.

They were flying down the hill at intense speeds. Fear filled Y/n’s body, and yet there was a sliver of joy that sparked every so often of the ride. MK was having the time of his life, laughing at Y/n’s screams and cheering from the ride.

“I DON’T WANT TO BE ON THIS RIDE ANYMORE!” Y/n shouted, but it fell upon the whirling wind and MK’s laughter, muting her shouts to the world.

Y/n shut her eyes tight, too scared to open them up. But her curiosity got the best of her, and at the worst time too. She opened her eyes slightly to see MK and herself speeding towards a massive bump in the hill.

“EM KAYYY!!! BUMP!!” Y/n shouted at the top of her lungs. But it was futile.

Y/n felt the two of them being flung into the air, feeling weightless. Like there was no care in the world at that moment.

And a second later, all those feelings of tranquility were gone. MK was still laughing and Y/n screaming in terror. The two were smashed back onto the sled which only seemed to be speeding up.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH”

“HAAHAAAHHAHAHAHHAAAAH”

Another bump, a bigger one, was closing in on them swiftly. Not even a minute later, they were back up in the air, but much higher now. But this time instead of having the sled beneath Y/n as she flew, it was far behind her.

Soon enough, Y/n was head first into the fluffy snow. Her entire upper body was stuffed into the powder. Slowly but surely she crawled out of her little grave and rolled over, laying on her back with snow covering every inch of her.

Y/n moved her frozen hands to rest over her face, covering her eyes from the blinding sun.

“Y/N? Y/N!!” She heard MK shouting.

“Never sledding with him again.” Y/n muttered, muffled by her hands.

Loud and rushing footsteps sounded beside her, along with that all so familiar voice.

“There you are! I thought you died or something.”

“I can only hope so I don’t have to go sledding with you again.” Y/n told him, taking her hands off her face.

“As if, you love going sledding with me, MK, the Monkey King's student and heir.” MK posed.

Y/n just stared at him with a dumbfounded face before the two of them burst into laughter at the stupid situation.

hiii you do drawings too right? could you draw Ink MK from Lego Monkie Kid?? he's one of my favorite characters and i barely see anything with him! i hope i read the request board right- if you don't do drawings then you can just ignore this-

Ok so this might be really bad and I’m sorry if you don’t like it

It’s my first time drawing him and on ibisPaintX on mobile so it was hard to do it right😅😅

So I know this is really late and stupid….buuuut I’m thinking of making a finale for the December challenge and releasing it on Christmas day. It will most likely be related to Toon Quest😬 I know, I know, I write for TQ like every day, but that’s cause the fandom is a barren wasteland for fics or oneshots🤷‍♀️ At least all the other fandoms I cover have actual fandoms, so I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted BUT this does NOT mean I am only writing TQ! I will still write all the fandoms (and others) I have listed.

So for this finale, that means no more oneshots until Christmas, yall cool with that? Cool😎 Alrighty thats all

Toodles!!

I owe this one to a friend for debt so hope yall enjoy!

Drabbles/Mini oneshots with Ink Mk x Reader

Words: 595

Published: 29-1-2024

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Playful arguing with a plot twist-

“You are literally a pile of ink; what do you know about movies?”

“More than you, obviously, only mid people think that Pedro Pascal is hot.”

“I AM NOT MID!! I AM LITERALLY UN-MID!!”

“YOU ARE SO MID RIGHT NOW; PEDRO PASCAL IS NOT DADDY!”

“WHAT DO YOU KNOW? YOU ARE INK! PEDRO PASCAL IS THE HOTTEST MOST ATTRACTIVE GUY EVER!”

“HE IS OLD ENOUGH TO BE YOUR FATHER!”

That’s how Y/n’s day was going; arguing with her oddball of a friend if Pedro Pascal was hot or not. Y/n was dead set that he was hotter than the sun, and Ink Mk, or Ink, was not having it.

“Bro, you are so delusional that you’re going to die from it.”

“YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS YOU AREN'T AS HOT AS HIM!!”

“I’m jealous he is getting your attention and I’m not.”

“…”

“…”

“what”

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Who needs movie/play tickets when you can have your inky friend act it all out?-

“M’lady, I seem to need a partner for this scene. Would you care to join?” Ink turned towards her, and he extended his hand in a gentlemanly fashion.

“What scene?” Y/n asked, taking his hand and standing up from her seat. Ink pulled her close to his body. For being just a pile of sentient ink, he gave off comforting body heat.

“Oh, you know, a scene.” Ink smirked slyly. He positioned themselves in a waltz stance. He had a few of his ink companions conjure up some instruments and begin to play a classical waltz.

“A waltz? Ink, I have no idea how to dance!”

“Then let me teach you.”

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Ink longing for Y/n’s attention-

“Sweetheart~”

There he is again, trying to distract you like he has tried all day. What’s up with him today?

“Y/n~”

His voice was growing more tense by the second.

“Y/n!”

You finally set the book down beside you on the couch. You looked down to see Ink laying on your lap.

“What?”

“Hi.”

“….”

Unbelievable; he annoys you for who knows how long. Just for a “Hi”?!

You gave him a stern glare, and he just chuckled at your reaction.

“You’re so cute when you’re angry~” He reached an inky hand up and patted your cheek. A barely visible blush of embarrassment coated your cheeks. You pushed his hand away and went to grab your book again.

But as you were about to start reading again, you felt a face press into your stomach. A heavy blush replaced the barely visible blush on your face.

You looked down immediately to see your inky friend having his face pressed into your abdomen. He moved his head slightly to look at you, a large smirk evident on his face.

“What- What are you doing?” You swallowed a lump in your throat, trying to confine the butterflies that were swarming in your stomach.

“Getting comfy. Why?” Ink replied innocently, as if he wasn’t doing this on purpose.

“Could you- um- get comfy somewhere else?” Talking was getting a tad harder; it was difficult to breathe with all these butterflies.

"Mmmm, no thanks; I’m comfy here.” He knew exactly what he was doing.

“O- Oh. Um-“ Your face was flushed red, and you were starting to burn up, like you had a fever.

Ink saw this, and it only prompted him to nuzzle closer into you.

Almost as if in autopilot, your body stood up and walked away to your room, making Ink fall off your legs and the couch.

“Hey!”

Wssppp this is like uhh day 5 or 6? I really REALLY love this one. I am obsessed with Sammy i love him so much. He is so hot, I will go on a rant of him. My irl friends are annoyed with how much I talk abt him. Neways onwards!!!🫶🫶🫶🫶

Sammy Lawrence x Reader

Smell of pines

Published: 12-9-2023

Words: 674

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The ringing of the bell signaled someone entering the shop. Or two someones, should I say.

Chatting away, Y/n and her boyfriend, Sammy, walked into a local plant shop. It was Christmas season and Y/n had begged Sammy to come with her shopping for decor. And even though they have been together for what seemed like forever, which was only 3 years; Sammy still got flustered from her(Though he would never admit it).

When a break hit their conversation, Y/n took a deep breath of the floral life around her. Exhaling with a smile, she turned to Sammy.

“Do you smell that?”

Sammy inhaled through his nose for a second before exhaling immediately after. “Yeah, what about it?”

“What’s it smell like to you?” Y/n asked curiously, she always had a knack for wanting to know everything. And that knack of hers was multiplied tenfold when she started dating Sammy, she wanted to know everything about him. At first, this weirded Sammy out; but now it’s a second nature to tell Y/n anything she wanted to know. He loved that goofy smile she’d get when she learned something new.

So, putting on a teasing smile, Sammy said, “It smells like employees hating their lives.”

Y/n gave him the most impassive look she could muster.

“I was talking about the smell of pine trees.”

Sammy just shrugged and walked away from her, knowing she’d follow. “Same difference.”

“Wha- No it’s not! Pine is a much more nostalgic and happy smell rather than whatever ‘Employees hating their lives.’ smells like!” Y/n chased after her boyfriend.

Once she found him, the two went back to the most random topics that came along the way. After shopping for a bit, Y/n picked out a nice looking wreath. Whereas, unbeknownst to Y/n, Sammy bought a mistletoe and had a plan.

Finally leaving the store, the two got into their shared car; with Y/n in the passenger and Sammy driving, he didn’t trust her driving skills after she almost ran off the road and then accidently whipped the car with people behind them.

Sammy began to drive to their shared apartment. On the way, Y/n turned on the radio and Christmas music flooded the car. As the previous song ended, one of Y/n and Sammy’s favorites came on and the two immediately began to sing along to the duet.

“I really can’t stay…”

“Baby it’s cold outside.”

“I’ve got to go away…”

“Baby it’s cold outside.”

“This evening has been…”

“Hoping that you’d drop by.”

“So…very nice.”

“I’ll take your hands, they're just like ice.”

The two sang on and on until the song ended, arriving home right on time too. Sammy drove the car to the apartment parking lot and put it in park.

While Y/n was turned in her seat to get the wreath from the back seats, Sammy hung the mistletoe on the rearview mirror.

When Y/n turned back, she saw the mistletoe hanging up. She looked over to Sammy, about to ask where the mistletoe came from. But before she could, she was cut off by a pair of warm, soft lips meeting her cold, chapped ones.

Even though they have kissed countless times before, Y/n couldn’t help but become flustered and thoughtless each time Sammy kissed her. Even a small forehead peck could get her to smile and giggle like a schoolgirl.

Slowly, the kiss broke, giving the two lovebirds some air. Sammy leaned away from her, watching for her reaction. She always made him smile with her reactions to his kisses.

Y/n’s face was firetruck red, she was burning up so much that she thought she had a fever.

Not being able to form words, she simply looked away from Sammy and stared at the windshield in front of her.

Sammy merely laughed at her flustered expression.

Little did they know, the universe had intertwined Sammy and Y/n’s hearts so that they may be together forever.