Onceler x fem reader

No sale

Melvin the donkey carries you two into town. The Onceler looks very excited as you arrive at the town square. He gives you his hand to help you down from the cart, and then grabs his guitar and thneed. "Take this." He hands you his fedora. "What for?" You ask. "To collect tips." he smiles.

You do as he says and as the crowd comes over you  hold out the fedora. They all look annoyed or angry, though the Onceler doesn't notice, he's to into singing his jingle. You kind of feel bad for him. You drop a couple pennies from your own wallet into his hat.

Then someone yells for him to get out, and they all throw whatever they're holding. The Onceler and I retreat back home. "It's okay" he says. "I'll just try again."

This goes on for a week until the Onceler finally decides to take a break. You are relieved though you also feel bad for him.

You wake up in the morning from your mattress on the floor to the usual smell of marshmallows and pancakes with Truffula syrup. The Onceler makes them every morning for all the animals. And like usual the Lorax and Barbaloots arrive on time to come eat breakfast. The Onceler hands you a plate of pancakes first. "Thanks for helping me this whole time. We haven't  made much- or really any progress, though I'm glad you helped me still." He smiles at you and he looks really cute in his duckie pjs. 

You blush a bit. No  one has ever thanked you for anything. The the Onceler get's  back to eating his pancakes and the Lorax happily eats his too. The Onceler notices the Lorax's extremely pleased face.

"What are  you so happy about," The Onceler asks. The Lorax wipes his mustache. "Oh just that you haven't made a single penny off that thing." "Well, for your information Mister Trees, I actually made 2 pennies." The Lorax roles his eyes. "Well those were Y/N's coins." "Hey, how do you know?" The Onceler asks angrily. Then he glances over at me staring at my lap. "Okay," he says with a sigh. "That doesn't matter. We're going to sell something today, I can feel it."

We get in the cart again and head into town. There is silence for a while as you listen to the Swomees sing. "Hey, Onceler?" "Hm?" "Can I call you Once?" "Sure! He says. Just not Oncie, never Oncie." I nod.