''❞ onceler x reader ━
you adored the rainy days. the best ones were those spent in your local café, gazing through the window. nothing in the world seemed more inviting.
however, you've always found your life dull and h...
warning; depressive thoughts. dreading. isabella being a bitch.
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as you sat next to onceler, a soft, warm glow enveloped the room, casting gentle shadows on the walls. the soft sound of pencil on paper filled the air as he meticulously sketched the intricate details of his "thneed factory." it was a mesmerizing sight to behold.
your gaze couldn't help but be drawn to onceler's face, illuminated by the soft light. his eyes sparkled with a mix of passion and excitement, and a smile played upon his lips. it was a look of pure joy, and it filled your heart with warmth and adoration.
lost in the moment, onceler turned to you, his eyes shining with pride as he gestured to his sketch. "i mean, look at this. it's amazing!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement and self-assurance. you couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, captivated by his infectious enthusiasm. "yeah, yeah it sure is," you replied, a fond smile gracing your lips.
feeling a surge of affection, you rested your head gently on onceler's shoulder, feeling the comfort of his presence. the warmth of his body and the soft fabric of his shirt against your cheek created a sense of serenity.
"i am so proud of me, well, us," onceler remarked, a hint of humility in his voice. you let out a gentle huff, playfully dismissing his statement. "not really, you're doing most of this. i'm just... here, i guess."
onceler's laughter filled the room, like a melodic symphony that echoed in your ears. "emotional support!" he declared, his eyes twinkling mischievously. you joined in his laughter, feeling a sense of joy and contentment enveloping you both. in that moment, it was as if time stood still, and you cherished the simple beauty of being together, supporting each other in your own unique ways.
suddenly, the peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by a voice calling out from the window. both you and onceler turned your heads simultaneously, curiosity etched on your faces as you wondered what could have prompted her intrusion. "oncie?" she called out, her face full of concern. "we've got us a little problem."
onceler sat up straight, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "problem?" he repeated, a hint of worry creeping into his voice.
isabella pursed her lips, her eyes flickering with concern. "mhm.. see, we're not making thneeds fast enough," she explained, her voice low and urgent. "harvesting the tufts takes too long," added his uncle from behind her.
onceler's gaze shifted from his uncle to his mother, his mind processing the challenge before him. concern etched lines on his forehead as he turned back to isabella, seeking guidance. "well, what else can we do?" he asked, his voice tinged with genuine worry.
isabella's smile as she offered a seemingly radical suggestion. "well, and this just came to me... we could always start choppin' down the trees," she proposed, her eyes gleaming with an unexpected determination.
you and onceler exchanged incredulous glances, taken aback by the audacity of the idea. confusion clouded onceler's face as he sought to comprehend his mother's words. "but..." he began, trying to voice his hesitation, only to be cut off by isabella's unwavering conviction.
