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whenkins · 4 years

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impulsive! | willy wonka

pairing: w.w. + reader

word count: 2k (yowza)

a/n: just another little oneshot aside from the series i'm working on! they're not necessarily related, i just wanted a break from brainstorming huhrhegh

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The silence of the courtyard and its surroundings was inviting.

No sound had ever really been emitted from the factory and its grandeur structure. It was ensured from the beginning that the exterior was completely soundproof, and that the only noise ever emitted was that of the chocolatier himself amplifying his voice over a speaker. Many outside still wondered what really lied within the walls of the factory, for the accounts given from the Ticket Winners were, quite frankly, unbelievable. Not a single reporter, fact checker, conspiracist, or government official believed the words of eight foolish visitors.

To believe that a child was sucked into a fudge-transporting pipe and had been whisked away throughout the pipes of the entire factory was seen as ridiculous.

If your daughter chewed a treacherous piece of gum and inflated to the size of a small house, as blue as the deep see and as rotund as a sports ball, that was nonsensical.

When you lie about specially trained squirrels whisking you away and ungracefully lunging you and your father into a garbage chute piled with three weeks worth of trash, you get scoffed and laughed at.

And no, Mr. Teavee, your fellow teachers will not take the time to "hear you out" and "believe what you have to say" about your son's transportation through... waves and particles?.. to arrive on the screen of a rather small television. Aside from this, they begged him to stop bringing up the fictitious "Oompaland" he so desperately searched for.

News outlets had all believed that the victims' altered appearances were that of a publicity stunt, for they reverted to their normal selves in due time. A couple of showers for the kids and the effects had seemed to wear off. It was pushed that both the children and their parents feigned disappointment for such a wonderful company and its inner workings just to receive a slimy check. Ridiculed for their horridness until the dust settled, the families went on with their routinely lives replaying the moments from the first of that February every now and again.

People were curious about the factory now, more than ever. In fact, there was a slew of reporters that would stand outside the gates every day. Sometimes they would stay for 10 minutes, other times 10 hours. Though it never seemed to bother Mr. Wonka, so you've noticed. The silence of your surroundings was inviting, because it hadn't felt like this for a while.

You had now been standing outside of the gates for just a minute, taking in the intimidating view of the smoking factory. To your left was none other than Charlie Bucket, now the heir of the entire Wonka estate. He followed your gaze and looked up at the smoke from afar, closing his eyes and inhaling the intoxicating scent of chocolate that surrounded you both. The sweet aroma was the only indicator that this was a chocolate factory. Its drab and gloomy structure indicated no such thing.

He looks back up at you, calling your name.

"Hm?"

"Think we should go in now?"

You blink rapidly and shake your head. "Oh, yeah! Didn't realize we've just been.. here. I doubt Wonka would mind."

As you both make your way through the snow, a comfortable small talk takes place. You and Charlie both joke that Will would tease you for standing outside when you could go inside and smell every smell and taste every flavor rather than roaming like lost dogs. Charlie had always enjoyed your presence; he believed you were the perfect fit for Mr. Wonka. On days where even Charlie couldn't handle the man, you were able to take over and hold the fort down. Reasoning with Will was a hastle in itself, but not necessarily impossible. He was often a difficult man to read. Thinning patience, fear of failure, and a desire to impress and amaze. Isolated from the outside world and accustomed to outdated lingo and style, it was challenging to get him up to speed. Sometimes you'd have to tell him not to expect so much from Charlie, who was just a boy, and understand that he needed time off of work to spend with his family.

Charlie would forever be grateful for the case you constantly made for him.

"Hey, Wendel, it's us," You jokingly shout, the two of you standing in front of the gates awaiting the buzz in. "And it's cold."

Charlie butts in, "Mr. Wonka, you'll have to hold [name]'s hands to warm them up-"

"C'mon, man."

"I don't see the problem in having a little fun!"

Will's hanging on to every word, listening as you two jokingly bicker just outside the doors. His voice rings out over the speaker, interrupting your playful arguing.

"Charlie's right. Come in!"

You sigh, looking down at your shoes to hide the blush spreading across your face. A smile crept itself upon your lips as you feel Charlie playfully nudge your shoulder, the two of you walking forward after hearing the doors open. Another chat takes place as the boy apologizes with a cheeky "sorry!" as you cross the courtyard to enter. You can't help but grin. "Don't worry about it, kiddo," You laugh it off, ruffling his hair.

Your feet are both met with the familiar red carpet that seemed to stretch for miles. After convincing Will to put up a simple coat and hat rack at the entrance (you hated throwing your coat down on the floor so carelessly), you take advantage of the iron stand and accept Charlie's coat. Hanging your coats up, Charlie speaks from next to you, already advancing.

"Evening, Mr. Wonka!"

Turning away from the rack, you step up to Charlie's side and face Wonka. He's already made his way over to you with his cane swinging around giddily.

"Hey, Charlie," He speaks above a whisper, clearly distracted as he's standing in front of you and taking in your appearance. Will would do this every time you came back after taking Charlie around the town; fresh air once in a while was greatly appreciated. His gloves squeak and you realize that he's reaching up to touch your face, grazing your cheek as you chuckle at the gesture.

"Nice to see you too, love." You speak up, reaching to take his top hat from his head and promptly placing it on your own. He flashes you that signature smile, leaning in to connect your lips with his own when-

"Can we at least make it inside before you start?" You're both taken aback as you turn your heads left in unision. Charlie, who's standing with a smile of his own, teases you and makes his way to the Chocolate Room door. You look back at Will to make sure he's not too offended.

He is definitely offended.

A childish pout graces his features. Although he knew Charlie was only having a bit of fun, he really wanted to kiss you without worry. Your grin falters as you look at him, rolling your eyes and adopting a softer tone.

"Mr. Wonka," The title melted off of your tongue like smooth caramel, "You know we could just waltz in and pick up where we left off in there, ri-"

He wastes no more time in placing a deep, loving kiss on the lips he so worshipped. It took you no time to reciprocate, smiling into the kiss and savoring the sensation. There seemed to always be a hint of a taste test on his lips... something you adored. Whether it was chocolate or licorice, taffy or candy canes, the delight of a treat all for yourself was perfect. What a wonderful thing it was, to be dating an accomplished connoisseur of sweets.

Will does just as Charlie's instructed: he takes your chilled hands in his. Breaking away, he matches your gaze and widens his grin. Always showing off that perfect mouth, huh?

"He's right, you know," Eyebrows now furrowing in concern.

"Your hands are as cold as ice."

This, of course, was a lie. You were both aware. By the time he pointed it out, the temperature of the hall (hotter than normal, for the Oompa Loompas) had already warmed yours hands in no time flat. He always looked for an excuse to hold you. It was often to "make sure you didn't fall into the river" while cuddling or "assuring safety in a room full of unfinished inventions" by draping his arm affectionately around your shoulder.

Sigh.

"I love you, and you should know that you can just.. hold my hands whenever you want. I promise I won't bite," You tease, using your thumb to rub against his knuckles as he did for you.

"Yeah, I know.. but not having a reason is weird, right? Doing it out of nowhere is just creepy? It feels dastardly and abnormal."

"Ah, I see you're still trying to understand actual affection, Willy."

"Partners just show affection whenever they want?"

"That's right! When it's appropriate, and trust me- it is. You have my permission. I would not be opposed to a kiss on the cheek every so often, or even a hand to hold. You don't have to say anything either! That's the beauty of it. It's natural, and it's unspoken."

He tilts his head to the side and reseambles a concerned dog. "Unspoken?"

"Yes!" You exhale, still smiling your way through the conversation. Catching him up to speed always required a little work. "Look, it's really just doing whatever feels.. right. You know that you're stable and in love, and you go with your instinct," Noticing his hat is still on your head, you let go of his hands to remove the accessory and return it to its rightful place. "There's no second guessing. You're just happy and impulsive. And that's pretty much okay."

Will brings a gloved finger up to tap his chin pensively. "Ah. Okay, okay okay okay. Alright. Yeah. Yeah!" He beams and looks up, violet eyes gleaming and full of joy. "Impulsive! Oooh, I like it! Candymaking is kind of impulsive you know, it's always a leap of faith when trying something n-"

He's abruptly cut off as you plant a quick one right on the kisser. Needless to say, he's even happier.

"Heeeey, I like impulsive!!"

Before you're aware of what he's doing, Willy scoops you up in his arms the second his sentence finishes. Carrying you bridal style and making his way to the door, you're caught in a laughing fit and playfully hitting his chest.

"That's impulsive! There you go! There it is, babe! That's unspoken! That's love!"

He comically kicks the door open with his heeled boot and brings you to the Chocolate Room you so graciously adored. As you take in the view (a couple of ooo! pretty!'s and ah! magical!'s in between), he continues his confident stride towards the river.

"Hey, Will, we're headed for th- Will, hun, we're going straight to th- Willy, the- WHATAREYOUDOING-"

He swings you.

"Oooooone!"

"WAITWAITWAITW-"

"Twwwooooooo!"

"YOURCHOCOLATEMUSTNOTBETOUCHEDBYHUMANHANDS-"

"Aaaaand three!"

A screech to rival the banshee's echoes through the room, and you expect to be drowning in creamy milk chocolate by now. To your surprise, you're still clutching onto Will for dear life, and he's smiling down at you and flashing his pearly whites.

"That would have been impulsive, huh?"

You're gasping for air.

"Yeah. Would have been crazy."

A gulp, then a sigh of relief.

"You said it yourself, babe. Can't contaminate the chocolate. You know that, silly goose!"

You throw your head back and groan.

"That," He sets you down and you tumble onto the grass, "Was not.. the kind of impulsive.. I was.. referring to." You gasp and lay limp on the meadow, catching your breath.

He takes a seat next to your still form, choosing to sit criss cross on your right side.

"Oh, how I love impulsive!"

You let out your last sigh, and can't help but close your eyes and smile. Will laughs and takes pride in your defeated state. Unbeknownst to you two, Charlie watched the whole thing from afar. Not wanting to bother either of you, he kept his joy to himself. It was about time someone had made Mr. Wonka laugh so sincerely.

He could get used to your impulsive natures.

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whenkins-moved · 4 years

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sweet! | willy wonka

pairing: w.w. + reader

word count: 1.9k

a/n: yea ok my mind is filled with nothing but wonka... what about it 🙄 anyways this is my first post here huuuohoh

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The aroma could be detected from just around the block.

Fiddlewhacker’s Gumdrop Shop stood right at the corner of the street, boasting a pink-and-white color scheme for the whole town to recognize. With a rather humble sign that featured a glass jar of gumdrops, the candy store made a decent name for itself amongst the residents. Despite working primarily with gumdrops, a variety of candies and goods were made available to customers. Many would come and go on a daily basis just to explore the wares that were offered; both children and adults alike reveled in the vast collection of sweets. Both small name and top game candymakers could find their sweets sold at Fiddlewhacker’s, for it was the town’s only access to any delectable wonder at all. There would be newcomers, there would be regulars. One thing that remained certain to the town was that a customer never left disappointed.

Employees were few, however, and business was difficult to handle with such a small cast. Fiddlewhacker himself was the manager; he could only hire so many workers that were actually up to the task, after all. It seemed that the overwhelming abundance of candy left many with more cavities than they had started with (some had worn a proud record of “no cavities” on their sleeve before taking the job). It seemed impossible to track down a willing participant who could control their sugar intake.

Enter you- Fiddlewhacker’s prized posession. Never had he met a “youngster” (as he called you) with such vigor and passion for candy. You enjoyed every moment spent stocking shelves, checking inventory, and manning the register. Hell, he was almost sure enough to leave the store in your care after his time was up. But you refused to talk about that.

With only two other workers, you all seemed to do an excellent job at keeping the shop spick and span. Apparently, business was booming enough to grab the attention of those outside the town. Wanderers recommended everyone to stop by the Gumdrop Shop- even hitchhikers. It seemed as though everything about the atmosphere you and your coworkers established was enough to intrigue foreigners; you and Fiddlewhacker accepted them with ease. The cast especially hoped that newcomers would consider moving to the town and applying for a position. You all had the chance to grow and expand, and here it was, handed to you on a silver platter. If only the silver platter had been just a little less than an arm’s reach away.

What with his arrival, the timing couldn’t be better.

»»»

The shop door opens, and a familiar little “ding!” reaches your ears.

You look up from where you’re sweeping (just by the assorted chocolate bars) to see a rather tall gentleman stride in. He’s got a massive black top hat and bug-eyed sunglasses to match. Sporting a- is that real?- bob cut that curved inward just at the jaw, his hair sways with him as he looks swiftly from his left... then to his right... then to you. An unsettling grin grows upon his features to reveal a gorgeous set of pearly whites. Damn, were you envious... but also kinda spooked.

For the brief moment you studied his figure, you took in his rather sharp cheekbones and pale complexion. Tying his look together was an expensive-looking red velvet coat that seemed to be perfectly tailored to his liking. He sure seemed comfy.

“Kiddo, d’you think you could get that customer?” Fiddlewhacker’s voice calls out from the back; he’s been handling a new shipment of licorice twists. The man looks past you, smile faltering slightly, realizing that he had entered right when you were getting ready to close.

“Oh dear,” He looks back at you, a frown finding its way to replace his perfect smile. “Did I come at a bad time?”

You stand your broom up by the nearest corner and dust your hands off excitedly, turning your body to him completely. “Hey, no, no! It’s alright! We’re always welcome to have a customer, even if it’s a minute before closing. How may I help you tonight, sir?”

He looks taken aback, but nonetheless straightens up and smiles widely once more. Reaching up to remove his sunglasses, you’re quite surprised to find that his eyes were strikingly violet. Not just a deep shade of blue, but rather a vivid purple that you would have never expected. Your shock must have been evident, because you feel his stare more than ever and you begin to blush. Shaking it off, you make your way to the counter as his gaze follows your movement while talking.

“Oh, good! See, I heard you guys were nice, but that’s too generous of you. Now, I was only wondering about your employee shortage. I wanted to come see a day of work for myself but it seems like I’m too late! Bummer.” He’s walked to the opposite side of the counter now, folding his hands politely as your folded arms rest inches away. You’re leaning forward, holding onto every word he says. Funny, his voice was a smooth as chocolate...

Once again, you shake such distracting thoughts from your mind. “No worries, sir! You can drop by any other time you’d like. We’re open from 7am to 9pm on days ending in Y.”

And that’s when he knew you were perfect.

You’re smiling, letting the lighthearted joke settle in. Your goal was always to be as inviting and hospitable as you could be, and cracking a stupid joke or two usually put customers at ease. He’s grinning ear to ear, an envied set of teeth displaying itself for the whole shop to see. His eyes light up and crinkle, a sign of a genuine smile.

“That was cute! I liked that. You’re cute!” He happily rushes the words out of him as if he’s been holding onto them forever. His joyful demeanor falls quickly. The man’s face contorts into an expression of concern now, eyebrows furrowing and a downward, contemplative glance at the counter. He had never uttered words like that, ever. To anyone. In his whole life. Not once. So why was he saying them now?

“Oh!” You exclaim, ears and cheeks going pink with embarrassment instantly. “Thank you! You’re quite the charmer yourself!”

And now it was your turn to look down and contemplate regret. Oh wow, that was blunt. Kind of blunt. Yeah, you’ve never told a stranger that before.

A small cough pulls you from your thoughts, escaping what would have been an endless cycle of wonder. The man smiles warmly and gives a little giggle. “He-heh!” He grins, cheeks brushed with the lightest shade of pink. That’s a cute little giggle, you think. You’d never heard someone giggle like that without some creepy intent, but this man just seemed to be so peculiar that a giggle would be perfectly in character for him.

“Well, can I do anything else for you, sir?” He grimaces at the mention of “sir.”

“Ew. Sir makes me sound so old. Call me Willy!” A hand that was previously resting on the table shoots itself out to you, offering a warm shake from a purple leather glove. You stop leaning forward and immediately stand up straight, eyes growing wide with amazement. His poor hand remains jutted out. How could you not notice it before? The curly “W” pin stuck to his shirt collar that matched the very same logo of the chocolate bars you handle every day. The fact that you had never seen him before, and that his demeanor was much too peculiar to be some other wanderer.

“I can’t believe it... you’re Willy Wonka!” You joyously point out. Reaching out to shake his hand, a warmth fills your grasp. Beneath his gloves, there was a good chance his hands were just as smooth as the skin on his face, and they must have been perfect to hold. “How did I not recognize it before? I’m sorry, si-“

“Ah-ah!”

“Right! Willy... well, I can't believe it's you!" The sound of his name off of your lips was the loveliest thing he had ever heard. And that was far from an exaggeration. He wanted you to construct millions of sentences, some saying his name and some not. Whatever you spoke would be smoother than caramel and sweeter than honey, and he would be blessed to be wherever you were, hanging on to every syllable and pause.

"Don't believe it's me, huh? Well..." He retracts his hand and brings it up to his chin, stroking it thoughtfully. Your hand grows cold from the lack of comfort and you're already aching to feel him again. Concentrating on his features as he pondered, you yourself wondered what someone like him would be doing strolling into an established candy shop. He had mentioned wanting to see a day's work... could it be he wanted to help your business? Surely he couldn't see you as a competitor- you were nothing but a humble shop that did its best to share the magic of candy to an adoring few. Your thoughts escape you as he stops his train of thought with a little "yeah!" and focuses on your face.

"What exactly are you doing after work?"

That was not a question you expected to hear. What a surprising man, wasn't he? You glance at the broom you placed in the corner mere minutes ago, concluding that you had finished up cleaning and that Fiddlewhacker would complete his storage work soon.

"Nothing much," You start, eyes finding their way to his and locking his gaze with yours. "Planned on going back home and... falling asleep, really."

He gives a curt nod, adopting a look of seriousness. "Mhm," His finger begins to tap his chin. "Are you, by any chance, scheduled tomorrow morning? Any reason to be up early?"

Shaking your head no, he leans forward ever so slightly, dropping his voice to a clear whisper.

"Wanna see the factory tonight?"

And this is when your ears would shoot up and hearts would take over your eyes if you were a Looney Tunes regular. His request is anything but ordinary; you've been invited to see the fabled factory tonight? Who would deny such an call to wonder? You had just met this Mr. Wonka, and he's offering a personal tour of his beloved empire?

Nodding fervently, you rush to put the broom away. Organizing a candy bag or two that seemed out of place, you finish up quickly and rush to the back. You stop before the doot, about to knock when-

"I heard the whole thing, y'know. I'm done here, leaving soon. I won't need you tomorrow morning- go see that factory!"

Hand coming back down to your side, you give a wide smile and shout back, "Thanks, Mr. Fidds! I'll see you tomorrow afternoon!"

Rushing back to the lobby to find Mr. Wo- Willy waiting, you practically jump into his arms.

"I'd love to! A million times yes!" You exclaim, grabbing your bag and coat. "I'll give you another answer, for good measure: yes."

Willy smirks and feels his heart swell up with joy. You seemed thrilled to have this opportunity, and he was more than thrilled to get to know you better. Not once in all of his chocolatiering days did he believe in a feeling like this.

This felt new, spontaneous, fresh and healthy.

This felt right.

As he held the door open for you to let you out, he takes one last look at the shop. In all of its colors, patterns, and sweets, you seemed to stand out the most. He closes the door and walks by your side. Ready to explain the physics of the glass elevator, he excitedly leads you by the hand just to get there quicker.

Perhaps something could come from this, he thought.

Something that would be everlasting.

Now, wouldn't that be sweet?

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holdmeicant · 4 years

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ok so... this art style was heavily influenced by @leylas-idea and I hope that’s ok... anyways here’s my flawful and addiction-prone OC who finally is able to convince Willy to have a one-on-one about mental health

#willy wonka #johnny depp #reader insert #fanfic #catcf 2005 #I want to sleep with Willy wonka #drawing #I’m not actually white lol

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ghostdoodlen · 2 years

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I have no explanation for what I just did.

Here's a link :P

#willy wonka x reader #willy wonka #charlie bucket #charlie and the chocolate factory #idk what else to tag #what did i do #what have i done #fanfic #ao3 #catcf #catcf 2005 #reader insert #my writing

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definitely-spirit-halloween · 14 days

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yall what if I dumped my CATCF redesigns and a whole fucking fanfic onto you

Basically the premise of this fic is it’s an AU where there are 6th golden tickets, (the 6th which the reader finds) and the whole gimmick of it is it’s a reader insert

#violet beauregarde #catcf #veruca salt #mike teavee #charlie bucket #Augustus gloop #fanfics #catcf fanfic #catcf fanart #catcf au

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arianadevareux · 3 years

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Imagine...

Being Charlie’s older sister and taking him to the factory tour. [Fem!Reader]

(For anon)

When Charlie won the chance to visit Wonka’s Chocolate Factory, your whole family was ecstatic. It was quickly decided that you would accompany him on the trip. A guardian was needed, of course, and it was more convenient for you to take him. Plus, your parents thought that the two of you ought to share this once in a lifetime opportunity.

Wonka was younger than you were expecting him to be. Initially he seemed standoffish. Although he was leading the group on a tour, he didn’t appear to actually want visitors. It came off a bit forced. You and Charlie both tried to make your host feel comfortable. It was difficult with the group, but he did seem to gravitate toward the two of you the further you got into the factory. (Although, that could’ve been because people were being... displaced.)

While Wonka was showing the group a room full of some of his newer ideas and upcoming releases, a particular sweet caught your eye. The chocolatier noticed this and gave you a brief explanation of the candy.

“It sounds delicious. I’ll be sure to buy one when they come out.”

“Have this one,” he said, plucking the candy from the belt that lead to its packaging.

“Are you certain?” He nodded, holding it out for you to take. “This is delicious. Even better than I imagined it’d be.”

“Have another,” he said, holding out a second treat. You tried to protest, but he shushed you, moving on quickly so that the others didn’t notice that he was offering you free candies.

Charlie watched the scene with interest. Although he was young, he could tell that Wonka was acting differently with you than he was with the other guardians. He made sure to casually mention that you were quite single once something else had gotten your attention.

By the end of the tour, with just you and Charlie remaining, your family was invited to move into the factory. “Now, Ms. Bucket, you can try any of my new candies that you want.”

“Am I to be the quality tester, then?”

“Do you want to be?”

“Perhaps. Or we could try them together.”

“Together?”

“Yes. Just the two of us.”

Wonka blustered, visibly flushed. “I’d like that.”

#charlie and the chocolate factory #charlie and the chocolate factory imagine #charlie and the chocolate factory reader insert #catcf #catcf imagine #catcf reader insert #imagine #reader insert #willy wonka #willy wonka 2005 #willy wonka x reader #charlie and the chocolate factory willy wonka #charlie and the chocolate factory willy wonka x reader #charlie and the chocolate factory willy wonka imagine

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arianadevareux · 3 years

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Willy Wonka Headcanons

Wonka x Reader’s Daughter Getting Prepared for the Factory + Dating Charlie

(For anon)

Willy Wonka (1971)

If she showed interest, he’d have her come up with recipes and try the newest concoctions whenever she wanted. That’s where the process would start - creation.

If she didn’t want to make sweets, he’d show her that artwork is part of the process as well to see if that sparked any interest. He’d want to explore every avenue of the process to see if any of it interested her.

As much as he’d want her to learn how things in the factory work, he also wouldn’t want her to touch anything. The older she gets, the less he’d care.

Ideally, the “boring parts” would start when she was a late teenager for him. She’s old enough to drive, she can probably handle learning how the machines work.

The tour contest would be added into the mix mostly if she had no interest in taking over the factory. (Not without a fair amount of complaining from Wonka.)

He’d have zero chill about her changing her mind once the Bucket’s have already moved in. He’ll just need some talking to about being childish.

Once your daughter and Charlie started dating, Wonka would be unsure how to feel about it. It’d be beneficial if the kids stayed together, since then less people would find out about family secrets if they later had other spouses. On the other hand, if they worked together and remained together, how would that affect the business? (Just tell him he’s overthinking here.)

After his tantrums were over, Wonka would get back on track with showing your daughter and Charlie what it takes to run the factory, regardless of how their relationship continues or ends, or which of them want to do what. As long as they both know what to do, he’d be content.

Willy Wonka (2005)

Similarly, Willy would start the process with creation. It wouldn’t be as directed, and mostly just because he’d find it fun to help her make new treats. Training in disguise.

She’d have pretty much free reign when it came to creations. Anything is possible, no matter how gross it sounds.

He wouldn’t be as concerned with her knowing the workings of the factory itself since the Oompa Loompas are there. They know what they’re doing (probably even more than he does.) But she’d know the layout of the factory really well. Hide and seek champ.

He’s not super concerned with safety, so it’d be best if you were around to make sure no one got hurt.

The idea for the factory tour would be spurred after discussing the future of the factory with you. Of course he’d want your daughter to take the reigns, but after having you there he’d realize it’s much easier to handle things with more people. Not many more, but a few.

Your daughter would join in on the theatrics of the whole thing for fun. Also, if she’s supposed to work with one of those people in the future, she wants to feel them out herself. (”Where did she learn that?” “TV?”)

Wonka would be pleased but a little confused if your daughter and Charlie started to date. He was thinking of it as a big family, but obviously it was a little different.

He could never truly retire, even when your daughter was an adult. He’d still be there, making new candies and coming up with new ways to spin the classics.

#willy wonka and the chocolate factory #wwatcf #wwatcf headcanons #willy wonka and the chocolate factory headcanons #willy wonka #Willy Wonka 1971 #willy wonka headcanons #willy wonka 1971 headcanons #charlie and the chocolate factory #charlie and the chocolate factory headcanons #catcf #catcf headcanons #willy wonka 2005 #willy wonka 2005 headcanons #willy wonka x reader #reader insert

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whenkins · 4 years

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break time. | willy wonka

pairing: w.w. + reader

word count: 1.3k (almost 1.4k 🤧)

a/n: i keep writing long chapters/one shots,, i need to write something short every now and then 😳 ALSO i love this gif but it looks so creepy here wow dude chill

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"Well, I'm bored."

You fall flat onto Will's bed, letting your head hit the abundance of silk pillows lining the headboard. Some bigger than others, all in a deep red and gold color scheme. It was a beautiful bed, but it was lonely.

He sat only a few feet away, at a desk he had recently placed in his room. Business was flourishing at the moment, and he couldn't be happier or even more stressed. Forced to work more than ever, Willy Wonka had a new desk installed in his personal quarters. This made the third desk built in a week- prior to this, he had only one in his office. And that's were you believed a desk should stay.

Not in the quarters of your shared room.

Because now he has four desks. In his most personal rooms in the factory. And that was preposterous.

His head barely moves at the sound of your voice. In fact, it was quite buried in his work. What seemed to be hundreds of notes and wrapper designs were strewn about the surface. You previously made note of how the documents never fell off the desk once, despite there being so many.

"You have a whole factory to yourself right now," He mutters, eyes glued to notes on pop rocks that could pop pimples. Gross, but effective.

"Go out and explore!"

A sigh you weren't aware of holding in escapes your lips, falling to the floor as you sit up on the edge of the bed. Your feet dangle back and forth, perhaps catching the sigh you released. You imagined they'd be juggling the breath back and forth, and this was your entertainment.

Unseen to you, Will's head is detached from his work to look at you after hearing you sigh. He takes note of your dull expression, a pang of guilt tugging at his heartstrings. Following your gaze to your feet, a ghost of a smile forms upon his lips. He knew you were imaging something, for he caught the tension in your brows. You looked like you were really thinking, but you were really just imagining a cartoon gust of wind bouncing upon your feet. He didn't need to know that.

"So no to the exploring?"

Your head jerks up, happy to hear his voice clearly and directed right to you. Your feet stop swinging.

"I'd rather not trek it alone. Don't wanna get lost again, y'know?"

He frowns, tilting his head.

"But you've been here for, like, a year now. Surely you know the layout of this place!"

"It's huge, Willy. A year doesn't give me enough time to learn the layout."

"Then you explore to learn it! Duh."

The duh reminded you of the same tone he adopted with those poor Golden Ticket children. You knew he would never talk to you like that, even the thought alone was comical. Hoping not to go on a tour like that ever again, you hesitated to respond. Regardless, you wanted something to do, and sitting in silence for Willy to focus on his work wasn't much of a pleasant pastime.

Nodding your head, you begin your response. "Okay, yeah, I get it. But I'll need a tour guide!" You fix your posture and excite yourself at the idea of a whimsical tour with the grand Mr. Wonka. He drops his head minutely, bracing himself for the reply he was about to get.

"I'm absolutely swamped with work..."

There it goes.

"I could send one of the Oompa Loompas to show you around..."

He hated the words that left his mouth.

"It'll be just like going on a tour with me," He finishes. "And I could pick you up when I'm done."

That was probably the most insensitive thing he had ever said to you, he thinks.

Your fallen face told him everything he needed to know. Tears began to quickly brim your eyes, and you looked away from him to avoid raising concern. It was selfish to take him from his life's work, you concluded. There were times where you wanted to be the priority that sat just above the factory on his list of importance. You had convinced yourself every time that this line of thinking was just plain rude.

"I'd rather stay here then."

Out of every occupation, why did he have to be a world renowned chocolatier?

Will looks down, now posessed by a frustrated demeanor, and reaches for the watch in his vest pocket. The hour hand rested nearby the 9, and the minute hand on the ten. Had he really been sitting here for four, nearly five hours?

A defeated sigh parts his lips and makes its way to your ears. You perk up once more, turning to fully face him, tears subsiding.

"Alright," He pushes himself out of his seat and extends his hand for you to take. "I've been a jerk, you're not feeling so hot. Let's boogie."

Snort.

"What? I said c'mon, good-lookin'! We gotta boogie!"

A succession of giggles.

"Sweetheart, I'm serious. Are we hauling tail, skidaddling, and getting our groove on or not?"

Your hearty laugh echoes throughout the spacious bedroom and overwhelms his senses. He'd never heard such a melodious sound. Will would do anything just to get you to laugh, even if it was making fun of the way he talked (which he quite enjoyed, why would he have to change it? That's stupid and boring, duh.)

"Y'know, it feels good when you choose work over me. Maybe take a couple more breaks every now and then, hm?" You've taken his hand and he snakes his other arm around your waist, putting you both in a position to waltz. The two of you lazily step back and forth around the room, making your way to the door.

"Ooh, I'll need a bit of convincing, 'kay? Just pull a card like this anytime and, gosh darn it, I'm all yours."

"Will."

"Okay! Not as romantic as it sounded in my head. I get it. I need to 'embody human decency' and 'cherish the precious moments with the one I love,' or whatever it is my therapist tells me. You won't need to convince me."

You take both of his hands and lead him out the door, giggling and grinning. "Thank you for the clarification," you tease. "I'm forever grateful to be humbled by the presence of the magnificent Mr. Willy Wonka."

"Eeeeww, don't talk like that! That's positively gross. I'm your boyfriend, and I like being your boyfriend! Hopefully the only Mr. Wonka you'll be uttering will be when the Mrs. is mentioned right after."

He locks arms with you as he leads you into the glass elevator, already knowing which rooms he wanted to take you into. At the mention of a Mrs. Wonka, your throat goes dry and you began to cough.

"Don't act so surprised, juuuuust brace yourself for the question sometime," Willy nonchalantly assures while inspecting the elevator's buttons, finally pushing one and letting the elevator prepare for travel. "It's probably coming sooner than you think."

You nod and begin to wonder.

"Today?"

"Mm, no, not ready."

"Uhh.. tomorrow?"

"Too soon."

"Day after?"

"Could be! Who knows?"

"Will, I-"

"Won't be ready for the question at all. I know. Oh, don't fret, don't frown! Take it easy, my dear. You're simply too worried over nothing," He assures you while leaning against the corner of the elevator as you both go left to right, up and down, and even diagonally. The elevator pulls in just above the Chocolate Room, providing you both with a stunning visual of the frothy waterfall and arching bridges of mint grass. He steps out and offers you a hand to take. Leading you to the river, you watch the Oompa Loompas arrive with a boat much smaller than the one used for the Golden Ticket tour. This was a personal boat- its intended use only to transport the two of you.

You carefully sit down first, letting Will take up the seat to your right. "Now, Mr. Wonka," You prod, his head carefully turning to see you staring out into the tunnel, then meeting his own gaze directed to you. "Have I ever told you how peculiar you are?"

"I can't recall a single time you've ever done so."

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ok it's kinda on the doodoo side but 🥺 i needed to get something done bc i'm about to be swamped w work + i gotta get shit out NOW

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