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Onceler x Reader Fluff

Neutral Pronouns!!

for @arson-n-barf (for some reason your name won’t come up when i try to tag you 😿)

It finally happened. Your boyfriend, the Onceler, had gotten to the lowest point in his business. His machines had cut down the last truffula tree. His family, seeing how this would bring his business to an end, up and left the second they noticed. It had been about a month since it happened, and Onceler was hidden away in his little factory home, wallowing in his misery as he finally realized what he’d done to the truffula forest. You’d tried to contact him a few times now, but each time you’d open the door a wooden mallet would quickly shoo you away. This time, you wouldn’t accept that. You knew you needed to talk to him, and he needed to talk to you.

Taking a walk from the Onceler’s wagon to his little house was always a bit depressing. What used to be lush landscape full of pink, orange, and yellow shades, was now a desolate wasteland of stumps and smog. It was a long trip by foot, but you didn’t have the resources to get there any faster at the moment. Approaching his home, you knew better than to knock on the door this time. A faint light was shining through a boarded up window, the only light you’d seen in what felt like hours.

That must be where he is…

“Onceler?”

No response. You didn’t expect it to be so easy, but you weren’t going to give up.

“Onceler. I’m not leaving until you let me talk to you! Please just say something. Anything at all?”

“Go away. I don’t know who you are and I don’t care.”

That’s harsh! How does he not know? Can he not recognize my voice?

It then occurred to you that with all the smog you had to breathe in on the way, your voice had become a bit raspier and lower. Not to a disturbing point, but apparently just enough to mask your identity. Just then, peering up at the window, you noticed a small bucket up by his window.

That’s right! Before everything went downhill, he had a bucket where he’d accept gifts from any of his fans while he was away or was too tired to come out of his house!

“Mr. Onceler, I have a gift for you.”

There was a pause, and then a longer pause. Suddenly, the sounds of clattering metal began to approach. As soon as the bucket was close enough, you hopped in - as best you could anyway.

“Okay I’m leaving now!”

The Onceler waited for what seemed like an eternity before quickly pulling the bucket up to his window. He peeked through the holes of his boarded up window and that’s when he saw…

“Y/N?”

His voice was trembling, and his eyes appeared shiny and reddish.

“Onceler, let me talk to you. Let me help you! You can get through this. It isn’t too-”

“You shouldn’t be here Y/N. The air is too polluted. Go into town, it’s farther. It’ll be safer for you.”

The bucket started to lower, so as fast as you could you swung it forward, grabbing onto the boards. You were now dangling off of them, as the bucket was on the ground.

“Y/N!”

The Onceler punched through the wood and pulled you inside. He fell backwards, and you collapsed on top of him. You could now see the state of his room. It was nearly empty, except for a bed, a drawer, and lots of tissues and empty marshmallow bags all around. Onceler hugged you tight, sniffling and crying.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to push you away! I was just so lost in my own head. Will you forgive me, Y/N?”

“Of course, Oncie! I was never upset with you, I was just so worried. I wanted to tell you that it isn’t all as bad as it seems. You still have all the money you had before. You still have all this land to remake what’s been destroyed. You still have me! Unless we do something now, this will all be lost to time.”

The Onceler looked at you, and then to the window.

“Unless we… Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to change… That’s it! Y/N, you’re a genius!”

“I am?”

Onceler took your arm and pulled you up off the ground. He walked over to the little drawer and opened it, reaching in to find a little brown seed.

“Oncie… is that?”

“Yes. The last truffula seed. I think you should be the one to plant it.”

“I think we should plant it together. And I have the perfect spot. Come on!”

You led the Onceler back to his wagon you’d been staying in. Everything outside was dark and gray, but the wagon was still a place full of warm light.

“If we plant it here, Oncie, we could bring the forest back. One truffula seed at a time! Does that sound good?”

The Onceler nodded, and you got to work. Using a little shovel you found inside, you dug a hole in the ground. Onceler looked hesitant, so you took his hands in your own and planted the seed into the ground together. You enveloped the little truffula in soil, and stood back to admire your progress.

“Now it just needs…”

“I’ve got it!”

The Onceler ran inside and came back out with a little metal watering can. He watered the seed, and reached out to hold your hand.

“What if it doesn’t grow?”

“I’m sure it will. I’ve heard that truffula trees grow much faster than any other kind. We can check in tomorrow?”

Onceler nodded, and placed his head on top of yours. You felt him shaking a little. With that, you led him inside and sat down on the bed.

“Do you want anything to eat?”

“Oh, Y/N, you’ve been troubled with me enough already. I think what I’d like the most would be for you to just relax.”

You smiled, and headed over to the couch to lay down. You assumed the Onceler needed space, since he’d locked himself away for a month now. About a half hour passed, and neither of you were asleep yet.

“Y/N… I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

You picked up a bag of marshmallows you’d been munching on, and offered him one in his bed. You fed him some more, and eventually the two of you cuddled to sleep. With that, the night was over. The next day, the truffula seed had grown to a little fluffy pink sprout. Eventually, the two of you managed to replant almost the entire valley together. The Lorax didn’t show up immediately, but in time he came back to help out, bringing back all the wildlife that had travelled away long ago.

and that’s it! hope it’s good and fluffy enough, I got a little carried away in the beginning there 😿

Onceler x Reader Fluff!! (rainy day)

neutral pronouns :D

for @pinkystarwberry !! hope it turns out alright <3

ignore this i got it off google i have no clue who to credit ^^

You woke up to the sound of rain pattering on the windows of the Onceler’s wagon. You’d been staying with him every now and then after coming across him singing and dancing with a bunch of… barbaloots in the truffula forest? It was a strange sight for sure, as you had just been taking a walk that day only to witness such a beautiful scene. The truffula forest of course, not the Onceler! You didn’t have any feelings for him at all… Back then at least. The two of you had started dating after many weeks spent together supporting his thneed business. It hadn’t gone anywhere yet, but you were sure it would eventually. Probably. Sure hope it doesn’t go overboard and cause massive destruction to this beautiful forest!

Turning to face the interior of the wagon, you rubbed your eyes and stretched. The Onceler was probably already in town advertising his invention.

But it’s raining, isn’t it? So he wouldn’t be out… Does that mean?

Suddenly you catch the scent of something sweet in the air. Is that…

“Good morning Y/N! I made pancakes. Way too many actually. How many do you want? There’s gotta be tons leftover I won’t be able to finish.”

The Onceler was standing by his little makeshift stovetop, flipping pancakes and humming a silly tune. He was still wearing his blue and yellow bunny pajama set, but with an apron over top. You hadn’t noticed it before, but the apron was covered in little pink hearts.

“I didn’t realize you’d be home. Usually you aren’t back until a few hours after I’ve woken up. Maybe i’ll have… P/P/N?” (preferred pancake number. i don’t judge, i won’t pick for you! also can be pee-pee-nut if you prefer.)

The Onceler handed you a plate and flipped your pancakes across the room into a graceful stack on top. He then picked up an already pancaked plate and walked over, sitting beside you on the bed. The rain was coming down harder now. It must have been around noon, but it was still as dark out as it would be in the middle of the night. You noticed a flash out of the corner of your eye, and suddenly…

CRAZH BANG BOOM OH NO!!1!1!

The thunder surprised you, and you screamed a little, jumping from your place on the comfy orangey-red sheets. Onceler was startled too, but not nearly as much. You fell back into his arms, knocking your pancakes all over the place.

“Oh no… I’m so sorry Oncie. The two bites I had were really good…”

“Don’t worry about it Y/N! I did tell you I made tons.”

The Onceler sliced a piece with his fork and put it up to your mouth. You were hesitant and a little embarrassed, but ate it. CRASH BANG OH ITS MORE THUNDER HOW TERRIBLE!! You jumped a little again, this time closer the Onceler, and nuzzled your head into his chest. He reached for a blanket and wrapped it around you both. You looked up into his pretty blue eyes, and he planted a kiss on your forehead.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here. The storm should calm down soon.”

He sliced another portion of his pancakes and fed them to you, stroking your hair and giving you occasional kisses anywhere he could reach. The two of you spent the rest of the evening cuddling, eating pancakes, and listening to the rain.

hope that was okay for my first fic! boy am i glad the onceler is real and i actually just made up the miserable life i’m living. i’m so glad i’m getting the physical contact i need! i love being healthy!! KEEP THE REQUESTS COMING I NEED IT

Hotchniss Short story

Warnings: canon general violence and gore, a little sad (why doesn’t he trust her 😭??) but also ✨fluffy✨

Prompt/idea: Prentiss is irritated by the very obvious fact that her boss doesn’t trust her…

The Reason Why

Part 1:

Black boots clicked against the tile floor of the bullpen as a raven haired lady paced back and forth with some mix of anger and anxiousness in her eyes.

“I just don’t get it!”

Her sudden outburst made all eyes in the room turn on her but she was too preoccupied with her thoughts to notice.

“I mean I tried everything! I did exactly as he asked! I put more trust in the team! Haven’t I JJ?!”

JJ gave one of her famous ‘eh…I don’t what to tell you looks’

“Well…”

“Really JJ, really?”

She pressed her lips together and looked up at Prentiss, giving some thought as how to calm her friend. Finally she spoke

“I know but that’s sort of how Hotch is but you don’t have to worry I’m sure he’ll come around eventually.”

JJ spoke kindly as she walked toward her office. Her kind voice made Prentiss take it down a notch but she was still irritated.

“That’s how he is? Demands trust but doesn’t give it himself? Man, come on!”

Morgan and Garcia give each other a look and then laugh, finding the situation amusing.

“Oh you think this is funny?” Prentiss sighed at her co-workers not taking her concerns seriously.

“Very.” Both replied in unison.

Then all of a sudden JJ walked out in a matter of fact sort of way that showed everyone she meant business.

“We have a case. Let’s meet in 5.”

Prentiss dragged her heels into the conference room, desperately wishing for a day off. She was right behind Morgan, Garcia, and Rossi. As she entered she saw Hotch, JJ, and Reid were already seated around the table. She stopped and gave a look to Hotch who didn’t say anything. ‘Like I’d sit next to him’ Prentiss thought to herself and she placed herself between JJ and Reid. Something that everyone in the room noticed.

JJ got up and pressed a button on the remote to show a power point presentation of some gruesome and violent pictures. It was a little difficult to get use to but you eventually become desensitized to all the blood and gore. It didn’t disgust them but the heavy emotions that came with were always in the back of everyone’s head.

-Insert JJ brief explanation of the case-

“That’s strange. There’s no connection between the victims at all and they’re all different ages and races. And on top of that the bodies were found no where near each other. How are we sure this is even related?” Morgan raised an eyebrow and viewed his file.

“All the bodies that they found had the branding on them.” JJ spoke pressing a another button and an image flashed across the screen.

“The justice scales?” Reid questioned.

“Yes each body was found with the scales on their chests.”

“So this unsub is acting out some sort of twisted justice?” Rossi was next to speak and stated the same thing Prentiss was thinking.

“A vigilante in New York?” Morgan spoke, remembering another case they worked on previously.

-insert continued discussion cause I’m too insecure in my writing to write a believe-able case-

-At the police station in New York-

Prentiss was little too distracted by her boss. ‘He would normally reply to all my snarky and sarcastic comments but he’s just ignoring me now?’ She angrily stared at him from across the room. ‘Wait a minute is this some form of silent treatment? Oh my God is he serious?’

She had to calm her annoyance and focus on this case. She didn’t want the team to notice. She didn’t even know why it bothered her so much. It’s not like she wanted his attention. But she did work with a group of excellent profilers and they had come to a conclusion as to why they were acting this way before either Prentiss or Hotch could figure it out.

“…”

The BAU team sat in silence and gave each other knowing glances (apart from Reid who didn’t seem to get it)

“Hey, Prentiss maybe you should just go talk to Hotch directly and see if something’s bothering him…or maybe he’s just trying to get under your skin.” Morgan instigated while trying not to smile.

This made Prentiss slam her hand on the table.

“No way Jose! If he’s not talking to me then I’ll ignore him too.” She determinedly walked over to the coffee table making the team sigh.

“When will they get it?” Garcia sighed over the phone.

“Seems like Hotch has figured it out, isn’t that why he’s ignoring her? Putting some distance between each other?” JJ replied to Garcia.

“Ahh I just can’t with them!”

“Yea neither can we.”

The team laughed with each other.

A/N: Heyy hope you enjoyed part one! This is my first hotchniss fic so go easy on me! Let me know if you want more!

New series!!!

CRIMINAL MINDS FANFIC

Parings: fem!reader (she/her) x Hotch

Warnings: general canon criminal minds related violence (guns, blood, killers, etc.) talks of mental issues, childhoods trauma, the mafia, tiny pinch of angst and ofc ✨fluff✨

(btw this is an enemies to lovers!!!)

*THIS IS IMPORTANT!!! Your triggers and absolutely 100% valid regardless of how silly you think it is! if I ever miss anything please tell me!

Also this is a slow burn and this chapter is really just a build up and into for the reader!

Does it Have to Be Your Eyes

I Drown in?

Beautiful orangey and yellow rays peek through

your blinds as the sun begins to rise. They engulf parts of your room with warmth and those rays come and directly land in your eyes alerting you that it’s morning.

“Ugh! Bro I just fell asleep!”

You blink a few times and then squint. The sunlight had temporarily blinded you. You stare at your window, processing the fact that you now had to get up and go to work. You sigh and let you head fall into you hands.

“They should pay me more…”

You go on under your breath about how you wished you got to sleep more. Then finally you shove your covers off yourself and climb out of your bed sort of ready for a new day. 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙. 𝑀𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠sing.

Little did you know how much of a blessing this

day was just about to be…

You had a simple desk job at the fbi and helped out

whoever needed help. It was almost funny, someone as qualified as you with a desk job? If it wasn’t such a waste people might laugh but instead it was tragic. The thing was you never liked attention. You didn’t really want a lot of fame or glory. Maybe a long time ago you did but not anymore. You preferred the quiet paperwork and solitude. It was peaceful and even therapeutic to you. And you never wanted more and never had any dreams or desires…. Right?

No. Not at all. The truth was the reason why you were so over qualified for your job. You were both smart and strong. Back in high-school you were in a dual-enrollment program meaning that you took college classes in high-school. Subjects ranging from philosophy to math to the arts. But your personal favorite the very thing that got you hooked to and what you studied in college, Psychology. You were part of multiple clubs in and outside of school too. Your favorite their being mma (mixed martial arts). You managed to graduate early with flying colors and great SAT scores and even scholar ships to many schools. You were so excited to study criminal psychology and more you didn’t even take a break, not for a moment. It was your area of study. But it was something you didn’t like to mention to people. Was it ridicule you feared? You did face being made fun of a lot before or was it expectations you felt you may not be able to fulfill that scared you? Whatever the reason the thought that you could be a profiler right now would sometimes creep up on you. You would shake them off. It was a far away dream that would never happen, a dream you were to scared to try and go for. That’s the type of person you were. Cautious and timid regardless of the fiery passion for profiling inside you. Or at least that’s what you thought

Oh, and one final thing a thing that you couldn’t exactly put on a resume….You had literally been trained to kill since you were a kid. It was pretty unbelievable. Your personality wasn’t exact what people expect when they think “raised to kill.” What on Earth you may ask? Well the thing was your uncle was in the mafia and you were part of the family business. Emphasis on were. He taught you everything you may have needed to know. Since he never had any kids of his own you were next in line. He made it pretty clear he didn’t trust your father with much. You had quite a bit of skills under your belt. But you ran away. How could you so easily run away from that life? From the family business? You changed everything but you know it wasn’t enough and the fact you didn’t actually have a criminal record kept law enforcement away. But you always suspected to only reason you walked away so easily was because your uncle had let you…

“How ironic, honestly. Now I work for my enemies.”

The thoughts of your past were like trick candles they just kept coming back no matter how hard you blew them away. You shook your head desperately trying to eat your breakfast in peace. Eventually you decided it was enough and grabbed your bag and car keys. 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝐸𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔! You sarcastically say in your head. You truly didn’t know what fate had in store for you…

A/n: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I don’t usually write FanFiction and this is my first criminal minds fanfic so please go easy on me. And to the writer out there if you have any writing advice then please let me know!

Hello to everyone in the criminal minds fandom I’m new here lol! But I’ve seen lack of cute fanfic (or maybe I just read them all and need more) so at this point I decided to just start writing them… Yea maybe I’m a little addicted but come on. I have some vague ideas of what I’ll write and if you have any prompts, scenarios, or even full on story ideas then send them to me!