Literature
Stuck Willard X Reader
“How is it that there's nothing to do in a house this large?” Sighing to yourself, you looked out of the foggy window, watching as a gentle, mesmerizing snow fell to the already painted white ground. “I suppose I could go play in the snow, alone.” You dropped your head to the windowsill, and continued to sulk. Something soft and fuzzy brushed against your cheek. “Well hello there, where did you come from?” A fluffy white cat with bright green eyes pawed at your face, begging you for affection. “You're almost as white as the snow.” As you lifted the cat into your arms, you heard quiet music
