#grandma josephine

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter Seven

Masterlist

Charlie sighed as he prepared for this new day. Your absence was felt. Her parents and grandparents acted like everything was fine and the fight never happened. Charlie had been at Bill's to see you, but your boss replaced you and you never set foot in his store again. The boy resented his parents for pushing you over the edge. Charlie sighed, leaving the Bucket house to go to his job as a shoe shiner. He was surprised to see the glass elevator park right next to the seats and a man, hiding behind a newspaper, was waiting. A man who was none other than Willy Wonka. What was he doing here? Charlie decided to play the game, he prepared his equipment and began to polish the chocolate maker's shoes.

"Pity about that chocolate fellow Wendall. Walter."

"Willy Wonka," Charlie replied.

"That's the one. Here in the papers his new candies aren't selling very well. But I suppose maube he's just a rotten egg who deserves it."

"Yes."

"Oh really? You ever met him?"

"I did," Charlie replied, stopping to shine his shoes. "I thought he was great at first but then he didn't turn out so nice. He also has a funny haircut."

Hearing that, Willy quickly lowered the newspaper. Revealing in broad daylight.

"I don't."

"Why are you here?" Charlie asked, putting away his gear.

"I don't feel so hot. What makes you feel better when you feel terrible?"

"My family."

"Ew."

Charlie stood up seeing the chocolate maker's disgusted reaction. He asked him what he had against his family, which caused Willy to gag. Harry sighed, explaining that it was the concept that bothered him. The fact that people tell him what he has the right to do or not to do, that all that was a brake on creativity. Charlie shrugged, retorting that if the parents reacted like that, it was because they loved their children and it was for the proteges. What still made Willy wince who was not very convinced of this explanation.

"If you don't believe me you should ask," Charlie said.

"Ask who? My father? No way. At least not by myself."

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"Hey! What a good idea!" Willy exclaimed as he left the seat to approach the glass elevator. "And you know what? I got-"

Willy paid no attention and crashed headlong into the glass elevator wall. The chocolate maker collapses, before the surprised eyes of Charlie. He stood up, adjusting his hat on his head, muttering that he should be careful where he parked it. Willy pressed the button, opening the doors. The two entered the flying elevator. Willy announced that he had to get someone from the chocolate factory before going to his father's house. Willy led the boy to the door of his apartment, telling him to wait in the hallway until he returned. You were perplexed when you saw Willy coming back. Had he already finished what he had to do?

"Is that okay with Charlie?" you asked, turning down the sound of the television.

"Charlie? Oh yeah! He's in the hallway right now."

"What?! Why did you bring her to the chocolate factory?!" you asked, getting up from the couch.

"Charlie had a brilliant idea! I have to go find my father and he's going to come with me," he said, moving closer to you. "I would very much like you to come with me there too."

"For what?"

"I can't do it alone. I know that with you, I will have the strength to face him. Please, Barley sugar."

"Okay, I'll come with you," you said with a sigh. "But only because you helped me and I owe you!"

"Yes sir!"

You rolled your eyes when you heard that. You grabbed your old coat, following Willy out of the apartment. Your gaze automatically fell on Charlie. Your cousin was surprised to see you with his idol. You nodded to him, following Willy to the glass elevator. The tension was palpable in the cabin. Willy was between you and Charlie. Your cousin was as uncomfortable as you. What could he tell you? He didn't know what to say, especially after what happened with his parents. Even you didn't know what to say to him. It was terribly embarrassing. The trip to Mr. Wonka's house was made in heavy silence. The elevator lands in a huge field where there was a house. There was nothing else around. The trio were closing in on the house. The closer they got to the house, the more nervous Willy became.

"I think we have the wrong house," Willy said as he climbed the stairs.

The gaze of the two cousins landed on a small sign that read 'Dr. Wilbur Wonka, D.D.S. Dental Practitioner.' Willy fell silent as Charlie pressed the doorbell. You put your hand on Willy's bicep, smiling at him to motivate him. The chocolatier nodded slightly, taking a deep breath when a stern-looking man opened the door, watching the trio intently.

"Do you have an appointment?" he asked.

"No, but he's late," Charlie replied, gesturing towards Willy.

Willy giggled, clinging more to your hand and muttering to you that it was a bad idea. You reassured him, telling him that everything was going to be fine. Dr. Wilbur nodded to the trio, inviting them to follow him. You had to drag Willy inside the house, taking the chocolatier to the cabin. Willy gave your cousin his glasses and his hat, and he gave you his long coat.

"I'll be fine," you said, smiling at him.

"Yeah."

“Get into your position,” Wilbur said sternly, pulling on his gloves.

Willy sat down on the armchair, allowing his father, who hadn't recognized him yet, to check his teeth. Your cousin and you took advantage of this moment to better observe the walls covered with newspaper articles talking about Willy and his chocolate factory. There was even a scrapbook with other items and wrappers of Willy's famous sweets. Charlie flipped through the album as your attention fell on a photo of a young man. Probably Willy before he got so fabulous. That was the only word that came to mind to describe him. You took the frame in your hands, you couldn't help but smile. It was obvious that Wilbur cared about his son.

"Be careful with this picture, miss," Wilbur said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Sorry, sir," you say as you put the frame back on the fireplace.

"Heaveans, I haven't seen bicuspids like these since..."

Wilbur fell silent upon realizing that the man standing with him was none other than his son. He withdrawing his instruments, depositing them on the table. He couldn't believe it. Willy greeted his father, straightening up.

"All these years and you haven't flossed," he said, dropping his stern mask.

"Not once," Willy answered.

Wilbur smiled. After all this time, he finally saw his son again. The two men hugged each other awkwardly. You nudged Charlie lightly, nodding him towards the door. The two cousins left the room, leaving Willy and Wilbur alone the time of their reunion. You went to sit on the stairs as Charlie leaned against the wall next to the door, facing you.

"He's lucky," you say, playing nervously with your fingers. "His dad loves him. It shows."

"Yes, he just wanted to protect him from the ill effects of candy," Charlie said with a shrug.

"Yeah," you replied with a sigh. "How's it going... over there?"

"It's gotten… weird since you left," he said, shifting awkwardly to his feet. "You... you're not going to come back, are you?"

"I can't Charlie. Not after what happened with Uncle Bucket."

"I understand. I'm sorry."

"Charlie. Listen. You don't have to apologize for anything your father said or did. What Uncle Bucket told me is unforgivable. I could never forgive him for treating me the way he did it. I shouldn't have lost my temper in front of you. You shouldn't have seen this argument. Believe me, I'm sorry about that, but I'm not sorry that I left the house. ."

Charlie looked down, biting his lip. He was doing his best to hold back his tears. You sighed, dropping the coat on the stairs to get up and move closer to him. You put your hand on his shoulder, catching his attention. You hugged your cousin, hugging him.

"Charlie. Just because I'm leaving the house doesn't mean I love you less. You'll always be my favorite cousin. If you have any problems, you can come see me. I'll always be here for you, I'll promise."

Charlie nodded slightly, burying his face in your chest as he hugged you. You end the hug when you hear the door to the medical room open. Willy and his father leave the room. It seems that their discussion went well. Willy approached you and Charlie, asking if you were ready to leave. Your cousin and you acquired. You gave him back his coat and Charlie gave him back his glasses and hat when Wilbur asked if he could talk to you privately. You looked at Willy who told you that he was waiting outside with Charlie, because he had to find the glass elevator. Willy and Charlie left the residence, leaving you alone with Father Wonka.

"I wanted to thank you for coming with Willy, miss. He explained to me that you hadn't been there, he wouldn't have had the courage to come and see me," he said looking down at you.

"It...it's nothing, sir. Your son helped me. So it's only fitting that I reciprocate," you said, playing nervously with your fingers.

"I haven't been the best father to him. I know that. But I love my son. I've always followed his work. What worried me the most was that Willy didn't have no one to rely on. And when he talks to me about you, I see that he has a lot of affection for you. I know I have nothing to say, but I just want to ask you to watch over him."

You didn't expect this. It was the first time someone asked you such a thing. To you, the poor girl that everyone looked down on. You nodded slightly, agreeing to watch over Willy. You joined Willy and Charlie. The two were waiting in the glass booth. You joined them quickly, entering the elevator which started. Willy liked you? It was true that the chocolatier had shown tender gestures towards you, but at this point? Was it even possible? Come to think of it, Willy was always kind to you. He had offered you beautiful clothes, he had given you special attention during the visit to his chocolate factory and he was hosting you without asking you for anything in return. He had affection for you.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Charlie asked, looking worried at you.

"Y-yes. Why?"

"Your face is red."

"Do you feel good, Barley sugar?" Willy asked, taking off his glove to put his hand on your forehead. "You have a fever?"

"N-no. I-I-I'm fine!" you exclaimed, removing Willy's hand. "I… I'm just tired. I just want to go home."

Willy and Charlie looked at each other surprised by your behavior. You had become silent and you were mumbling to yourself. You nervously played with your fingers. What was going to happen once you go back to the chocolate factory? What were you going to tell him? What were you going to do? What was he going to do?

"(Y/N)?" Charlie called.

"I'm fine!" you say quickly, glaring at Charlie.

"Um... we're back at the chocolate factory."

"Um? Ah yes. Um...I'll walk Charlie to the gate."

Charlie joined you in the elevator, greeting Willy. The doors closed and the car moved quickly, carrying you and your cousin to the entrance hall. The boy looked at you puzzled as you exited the glass booth and made your way to the door.

"Are you doing well?" Charlie asked, looking worried at you. "You've been weird since we got back from Doctor Wonka's house."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I… I'm just thinking about something," you say, running your hands over your face. "It's...it's really nothing, Charlie. I... I'll ask Willy so you can come see me once in a while. How about that?"

"That would be nice," he said smiling at you. "Good. Is it ok to get home? Do you want me to come with you?"

"It'll be fine, don't worry."

"I'll at least accompany you to the gate."

You accompany Charlie to the huge gate. You opened the door for the workers, asking him if he was sure he wanted to go in alone. Your cousin smiled at you, telling you that it was not the first time that he had come home alone without being accompanied. You smiled, reminding him to be careful. Charlie hugged you, telling you he missed you before he left. You watched him walk away, making sure he was okay until he disappeared from sight. You went back inside the chocolate factory, returning to the apartment. Willy was in the kitchen area, finishing making hot cocoa. He was smiling at you, asking if Charlie got home okay. You nodded slightly, moving closer to him. You watched him melt the chocolate in the milk, which was warming gently on the stove.

"It was...a rather strange day," you say as you prepare the cups.

"Yeah, but strangely... I'm happy with the result," he said, smiling at you.

"Yes," you say, leaning on the counter.

"I wanted to ask you. Can Charlie come by here once in a while?"

"Of course. He is welcome here."

"Great. He'll be happy."

Willy removed the pan from the heat, pouring the chocolate liquid into the cups. You took your steaming cup, thanking the chocolate maker before going to sit on the couch with him. The silence that settled was restful after this eventful day. To tell the truth, it was more restful than the other days. A weight had been lifted. You still had Charlie with you and Willy had made up with his father.

"This last days were really strange," you say, taking a sip of the sugary drink.

"Yeah, I never thought all of this could happen," he said, also taking a sip of his drink before setting the mug down on the table to remove his gloves. "And I still want to thank you for coming with me."

"I owed you that. You helped me a lot, I owed you that," you said smiling at him.

"You didn't have to," he said slipping his hand into yours. "And I can't thank you enough for that."

"And I can't thank you enough for letting me stay with you."

Your eyes met Willy's. He squeezed your hand gently your hand in his. He passed his free hand over your cheek, smiling fondly at you. You couldn't help but think back to Wilbur's words. Willy would really like you. You would be lying to yourself if you said otherwise. You put your hand over his, looking him in the eye. It was a strange, exciting and terrifying feeling. Willy brought his face closer to yours, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was sweet. It was strange to kiss someone. Willy pulled back, breaking the kiss.

"You really do care for me then," you said, looking at him awkwardly.

"Of course. The first time I met you with that pissed off woman from the service," he said, chuckling lightly. "I knew that... that you were worthy to come here, that I had to show you around the chocolate factory, that I had to get to know you. I loved every day that you stayed with me and I don't want to not that it's over."

"To hear you, it sounds like a confession."

"Are you disturbed?"

"No, I'm happy," you said, smiling at him.

Willy was smiling, kissing you again when someone knocked on the door. The chocolatier had no choice but to part with you. He stole a last kiss from you before walking away from you to open the door for one of his Oompa Loompas. You were watching him chatting with his employee when you saw his expression become bored. Willy came back to get his gloves.

"Sorry, trouble with one of the new treats," he said, putting his gloves back on. "I'll be right back, Barley sugar. I love you."

You looked at Willy surprised when he left the apartment to go as quickly as possible to the Inventing Room. Did he just tell you he loved you? You couldn't help laughing, wondering how long it would take the chocolate maker to realize what he had just told you.

"I told her that I loved her!" Willy shouted, startling the Oompa Loompas.

#charlie and the chocolate factory #fanfiction #x reader #female reader #charlie bucket #grandma georgina #grandma josephine #grandpa george #fanfic writing #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka #golden ticket #oompa loompa #mr.bucket #mrs bucket

[rolex-kaard]

redraws of quentin blake's illustrations

#I FORGOT ABOUT THESE #aughh #one day. i'll continue with this. surely #catcf #kaart tag #charlie bucket #charlie and the chocolate factory #grandpa joe #does anyone use these tags? #they get tagged anyways #grandpa george #grandma georgina #grandma josephine #veruca salt #augustus gloop #mrs gloop #mr salt #mrs salt #mr bucket #mrs bucket #there o7

[supvoid]

Love & Deepspace Chapter 4: Under Twilight Part 4

#My Love And Deepspace Stuff #Love & Deepspace Chapters #love & deepspace #Love and Deepspace #lads #l&ds #lnds #Grandma Josephine #love and deepspace grandma #love and deepspace Josephine #Love and deepspace Zayne #zayne love and deepspace

[kittenfangirl20]

I watched Tim Burton’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Johnny Depp as Wonka, I still find that movie extremely iconic. The movie is so hilarious and it mainly has to do with Johnny as Wonka who is so socially awkward that it makes me love him. Charlie’s grandparents are amazing too.

#tim burton #charlie and the chocolate factory #johnny depp #willy wonka #charlie bucket #grandpa joe #grandma josephine #grandpa george #grandma georgina #roald dahl

[choices-binglebonkus]

What about a Choices character we’re supposed to hate but everyone loved

Josephine Vance immediately comes to mind

#josephine vance #grandma josephine #choices stories you play #playchoices #choices stories we play #pixelberry #pixelberry studios #playchoices fandom #choices stories you play fandom #choices stories we play fandom #asks

[she-x-wolf]

Man I forgot how horrible this was..

#poor josephine.. #ilb is brutal #playchoices #it lives beneath #grandma josephine #josephine ilb #pixelberry

[wonkasmissstarshine]

Question for the grandparents. How’s it being great-grandparents? Do you spend much time around the twins? 💝

We spend plenty of time with them. The twins are such little bundles of joy!

- Grandpa Joe 👴🏻

It’s always a joy to see the twins! They tell us such fascinating stories.

- Grandma Josephine 👵🏻

Such well behaved children they are. Rose and Willy are raising them well. They make being grandparents worth it.

- Grandpa George 👨🏻‍🦳

They are little angels that make us smile every time we see them!

- Grandma Georgina 🧓🏻

#🍫chocolate flowers💐 answers #grandpa joe👴🏻 answers #grandpa joe #grandma jospehine👵🏻 answers #grandma josephine #grandpa george👨🏻‍🦳 answers #grandpa george #grandma georgina🧓🏻 answers #grandma georgina

[nobodys-saviour]

thinking about the little snowman in mc's image zayne did. thinking about how she was like "awww but its gonna be lonely :(" thinking about how zayne immediately made a slightly taller snowman beside it. thinking about how even though not romantic their friendship is so good

#i just know zayne cherishes both mc caleb and grandma josephine a lot #he didnt have a lot of friends growing up so i know hes attached to them #love and deepspace

[aheathen-conceivably]

Hiya! With the other ask you answered about Violette's genetics, how did you get her to inherit her grandma's eye colour? That's something I always missed from the earlier games! Love the story by the way, I'm excited to see what the 1930's will bring (and worried about the economic crisis O_O good luck Darlingtons....)

Hello there, dearest! Can you hear the clock ticking to 1930? I swear I can 😬

But about our darling Violette and her genetics I discussed here, I can’t lie and say I know the answer! Delphine, Antoine, and Josephine were all created in CAS’ genetics function so they are are linked in that way; so if the game does have the ability to pass genetics on from grandparents, it would be possible for them. However, I have no idea how the genetics in TS4 work 😅

I think most likely, the game reads Violette’s olive green eye color as a possible outcome of Zelda’s light green eyes and Antoine’s brown ones, and assigned them to her that way. However, I’m going to pretend they came from her grandmother (and Josephine) rather than some random pixel algorithm because it makes my brain happier that way 😄

#going to take the zelda route here and pretend I do not see it #because I love this idea that Delphine is supposed to be gone but she’s left in all these remnant of Josephine and Antoine’s life #especially in the eyes and personality of his daughter #it’s so haunting and something I didn’t plan and now I love it #so grandma’s genetics it is #ask #answered

[mississpissi]

OLD WOMAN JOSIE NEVER GOT TO BABYSIT ESTEBAN

#in mudstone abyss charles said grandma josephine was watching donovan while he was on his date with kevin and i- #i’m unwell at this realization #i’m so sad that esteban never got to meet her this is tragic #wtnv

[amynchan]

Before I moved, I finally got to visit great-grandma's grave. I finally got the location, and I finally got to go down and see her. I never met great-grandpa, but I did meet great-grandma. To be honest, I don't have vivid memories of my own. Whatever I do remember is always assisted by a picture.

But I remember that she loved me. I remember that she cared, and I felt that care. I felt it so, so, so much. That's why it hurt when no one told me she'd died and been dead for three days and I wasn't allowed to go to her funeral. She was just gone one day, and I can't even remember how traumatic that is, but I can feel echoes of it.

But I got to finally see her grave site. To be honest, I didn't know what I'd say. I dreamed of the moment for forever. I imagined telling her about myself and about how I've grown up. I imagined that I'd feel her pride in me.

I did. I thought it over and over and over again. But what happened was actually different.

First, my grandma and grandpa and I kinda... went on an adventure finding her grave site. We went up and down and walked all over that graveyard to find her. I figured they'd know where she was like the back of their hand, but it turns out that the landmarking tree they used back then has since been cut down, and the lake was redone. The landscape was as confusing to them as it was to me, so we searched for ages for those headstones.

When we finally found them (because obviously great-grandma is buried next to great-grandpa), I helped grandma wipe off their name plates. They weren't dirty by any means, but we were able to make them glisten again. At that point, I knew where they were, so I didn't really feel the need to say anything at that point. For the first time in ages, I felt I could relax about it.

She was there. I finally knew where she was.

So my grandparents and I left that day, and I came back, alone, the next week. I didn't have to pick over all of the graveyard again. I remembered where she was, and I went back with an umbrella, because the last time I stayed outside to pay respects to someone no longer in this world, I got second degree burns on my shoulders from the sun.

So. Finally. I was finally there. it had been over twenty years, I think. She died in 2001. I always thought I'd feel satisfied telling her about my life, so I started off with that.

But it didn't feel right. Not really.

So I stopped sticking to the script. I went off a bit. I remember telling her that I missed her and that there were times I really wanted her back, but that didn't make me feel much better.

It wasn't until I started telling her about my siblings that I started feeling better. She'd met my younger sister, but she had never met my youngest sibling. When I realized that she'd never met someone I consider so wholly important to me, I had to tell her about them.

Then I realized that she never knew how many great grandchildren she has. She's got at least 13 now. When she died, she had 3-4. I spent a long time catching her up. Telling her about the strengths of each of her grandbabies.

Because I know. I know that if she met them, she would have loved each of them the way she loved me. I just know it. She would love every little rascal, every confident stride, every proud picture, every bruised knee and harmless bonk. She would have adored each of them in different ways. It's important that she heard about them.

She never got to watch my sister grow her cunning and her care. She's more emotionally agile and intelligent than most of us. She never got to watch my brother grow out of his 'cooties' phase. He's got the biggest heart and throws himself into helping people so much that I honestly worry about him sometimes. She never got to watch me find my place. It was a long journey, but I think she'd be proud of who I am now. She never got to meet anyone else; know their names or learn their hobbies or likes or dislikes. But when I sat at her grave and told her about them. About each little name and face, about how important they are to me, it made me feel like she could see, just for a moment, how big and beautiful her family's become.

That's when I felt better. It wasn't that she left, I don't think. It was that no one told me, and I couldn't talk to her anymore. She was in a place I couldn't talk to her; I couldn't tell her about joyful things anymore. After that, and knowing what I've been told about my own reaction to her passing, I'm pretty sure that's it. I missed telling her about joyful things.

I know that she's not in her body anymore. Wherever she is, she's not there. But being able to put a distinct place to her. To say that 'you are here, and I can talk to you here' was so important. And it took me a while to figure out what I wanted to say, but I'm glad that I finally was gifted the time to do that.

I miss her sometimes; I always will. But it doesn't hurt anymore. I was able to tell her about how beautiful life is. About how much we've grown, and I know, deep in me, that she's proud.

of me. of us. of all of us.

And that's just. A gift.

#I've had this in my drafts for a long time #since December #but I want this out in the world #this was great grandma Josephine #and I'm happy to share this story now

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter One

Masterlist

The chocolate factory of the famous Willy Wonka was a place shrouded in mystery. Your grandpa Joe had told you many times that the factory had been closed for several years. But no one knew who could run this huge confectionery factory. Your grandpa Joe's stories made you want to visit this strange chocolate factory. Even if you thought some memories of your grandpa had to be fantasized, even if you adored him, some things were impossible. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the engines of the Wonka trucks delivering the famous treats. The people driving the trucks were the only people who could get in and out of the factory. You shook your head slightly before walking back to the crude cabin that served as your family's home. Your uncle and your aunt were not well off people. You could tell they were struggling to make ends meet. From an early age, you did odd jobs to help them as best you could. Now you worked in a small store a few blocks from the cabin, all your salary went to the Bucket family. You pushed the cabin door, greeting your grandparents, your aunt and your cousin. They answered you with a "hello" and "good evening" as you closed the door and took off your coat.

"Was it to the store, honey?" asked Madame Bucket, who was cooking her famous cabbage soup.

"Nothing out of the ordinary," you replied before going to hug each member of your family before sitting down next to Charlie.

The door was not long in opening on the father of the family: Mr. Bucket. The man greeted the family which was now complete. Mr. Bucket approached his wife to kiss her. She asked her husband if there was anything else to put in the soup. You felt your heart sink as you watched the smile disappear from your uncle's lips, giving way to an embarrassed expression, shaking your head slightly. Your aunt quickly replied that cabbage went best with cabbage, all while bringing down her chopper on the poor vegetable. The father of the family came to sit at the table, announcing to Charlie that he had something for him. He took caps of toothpaste from his pocket, placing them in front of the young boy who was more than happy to find the missing piece to complete his precious model of the chocolate factory.

"It's exactly what I need!" exclaimed Charlie, rushing to his closet to pull out his model.

"What's it, Charlie?" Grandpa Joe asked, trying to see what his grandson was doing.

Charlie put down his model of the famous chocolate factory, made entirely of toothpaste cap, to hang the last missing piece: the head of Willy Wonka.

"Dad fount it, just the piece I needed."

"What piece was it?" you asked, studying the model.

"A head for Willy Wonka," he replied smiling at you.

"Well! How wonderful!" said Grandma Josephine.

"It's quite a likeness," Grandpa Joe commented.

"You think so?" Charlie asked as he left your legs to walk closer to his grandparents' bed.

"Think so? I know so."

You took advantage of this moment to join your aunt in the small kitchen to prepare the bowls as well as the tray. Once the bowls were filled, you distributed them to the others before settling on the ladder, listening with one ear to Grandpa Joe's stories. You have heard them many times. You wondered what Willy Wonka looked like. Why did he never leave his factory? Where did all his ideas for his sweets come from? You quickly finished your soup to go to the room you shared with your cousin. You swapped your clothes for your nightgown, hole because of moths, and you slipped under the covers.

"I'd give anything in the world just to go in one more time... and see what's become of that amazing factory," Grandpa Joe said dreamily.

"Well, you won't," Grandpa George snapped, snapping Grandpa Joe out of his thoughts. "Because you can't! No one can. It's a mystery and i will always be a mystery. Even (Y/N) understood it. That little factory of yours, Charlie, is as close as any of us is ever going to get."

Grandpa George was right. It would take a miracle for anyone to set foot in the chocolate factory.

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A sigh escaped your lips as you explained to the umpteenth customer that all the chocolate bars had been sold. Since this morning, people had become hysterical. You had learned from Bill that the great Willy Wonka had hidden five golden tickets to allow five people to visit his chocolate factory. Part of you wanted to find that famous ticket, but you knew your chances were slim, extremely slim.

"They were crazy before, but now it's worse," you say, carrying the last box full of Wonka bars.

"And again! Have you ever seen a new flavor come out?" Bill asked chuckling.

"I remember when the morning dew flavored lollipop came out for Valentine's Day. I've never seen so many women banging on it for simple lollipops."

Bill was laughing as you carried the box of Wonka candy into the shop. You didn't have time to open the box and put the goods away when people came tumbling into the store, their money in their hands and yelling at you to give them the famous chocolates. A crazy day in itself. At the end of the day, you were completely exhausted and sweaty. People had gone absolutely crazy.

"You did very well, kiddo," Bill said, ruffling your hair.

"Do you think this frenzy will last long?"

"Hey! Wait a bit when the first golden ticket is found. Here, present from the house." Bill handed you a Wonka chocolate bar.

You thanked your boss while unwrapping the candy. Bill was watching carefully as you removed the foil.

Nothing.

You shrug your shoulders and say you've at least won some chocolate for tonight. You said good night to Bill before leaving the store, biting into chocolate. You had to finish it before going home. You loved your family, but there were times when you wanted to keep certain things to yourself. You were already giving your salary to your uncle and your aunt. You had every right to be selfish from time to time. To be sure of that, you took a detour to finish your candy. You sat on a bench, quietly eating your chocolate and enjoying this moment of solitude. You finished the last square of the tablet. You threw the packaging in the first trash can you found, your attention was caught by the newspaper that was inside. You took out the trash so you could read the articles.

"Well, the employee unable to serve his customers is scavenging," commented a female voice.

You sighed as you turned to one of Bill's store customers. One of the hysterical customers who yelled at you when you told her Wonka chocolate was out of stock.

"And the unpleasant customer has nothing else to do with her evening?" you asked sarcastically.

"You little..."

"Everything's going good here?"

You jumped as you turned to the third person who had just arrived. You didn't hear it coming. Who was this guy? He was tall, slender, wearing a top hat and odd glasses, dressed in a red velvet jacket, wearing gloves and holding a cane. The disgruntled customer huffed and mumbled something incomprehensible before turning on her heels and leaving, leaving you alone with this strange man.

"Thank you, sir," you say, turning to the strange man.

"It's nothing. I wasn't going to let that awful thing go after you, Barley Sugar."

"Barley sugar?"

"My dearest apologies, I didn't ask your name."

"Sorry, but my family always told me not to talk to the stranger. Thanks for saving me anyway, stranger."

"Good night, Barley Sugar."

You moved away from the mysterious man to take the road and return to the cabin after another small detour to enjoy your well-deserved moment of solitude. Night had long since fallen when you returned. Your grandparents, Mr Bucket and Charlie were fast asleep. Only Madame Bucket was still awake, sitting at the table, a bowl of cabbage soup just waiting to be eaten. Your aunt was giving you a stern look as you closed the door and took off your jacket which you hung up with the others.

"Where were you? I was worried, you know."

"Sorry, aunt. It was a crazy day with that golden ticket thing. People almost scratched my eyes out when they saw they didn't have the ticket," you say while eating your soup.

"(Y/N). Your... your uncle lost his job. From now on... you are our only source of income, honey."

The sip of soup passed slowly down your throat. It had to be a bad joke. Was God punishing you for a stupid Chocolate bar? You sighed knowing what she was going to ask of you and it didn't take long to happen: working overtime at Bill's. You wanted to scream, to tell her that you were already giving away everything you earned and now they're asking for more. But you didn't say anything, you just smiled and nodded.

"No problem. I'll... ask Bill for more hours," you say, tightening your grip on the spoon.

"I'm sorry, honey. Everything will be okay, I promise."

As per usual. It was you who was drinking.

#willy wonka #willy wonka x reader #charlie and the chocolate factory #charlie bucket #mr.bucket #mrs bucket #grandpa joe #grandma georgina #grandma josephine #grandpa george #oompa loompa #fanfiction #x reader #female reader

[computercreature]

“ehehehe my fight or flight kicks in whenever i hear kevin’s voice!” not me. i’m always so excited to hear him. i hear that silly little theme song and start kicking my feet and giggling knowing something crazzzzzy is about to go down

#i’m starting to get a little tired of the 2/3 parter episodes but. this one has me excited :D #wtnv #i love desert bluffs i love desert bluffs so much #’grandma josephine and the demons’ 😭😭😭😭 I LOVE YOU #flavor text

[supvoid]

Love & Deepspace Chapter 4: Under Twilight Part 3

#My Love And Deepspace Stuff #Love & Deepspace Chapters #love & deepspace #Love and Deepspace #lads #l&ds #lnds #Grandma Josephine #love and deepspace grandma #love and deepspace Josephine #love and deepspace caleb #caleb love and deepspace #Love and deepspace Zayne #zayne love and deepspace

[rabid-catboy]

Happy pride y'all! (the man being murdered and beam attacked to hell is simon strexberg ((?)), created by @kindcolors)

#wtnv #the erikas #wtnv erika #wtnv erik #grandma josephine and her demons #simon strexberg #my art #gore #sorta?? #blood #ask to tag

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 5 MATCH 6

Claude propaganda:

"To say Claude has trust issues is an understatement—you have to spend half the game earning his. (Claude isn't even his real name!) Once you have it, though, he's absolutely ride or die for you until the stars go out. He is so full of heart and ambition: He wants both sides of his heritage to get along, he wants to open borders and eliminate xenophobia and promote equality between commonfolk, and deep down, I think he craves a partner to stand with him at that new dawn, or an equal who sees his vision for the future and will fight for it just as hard. Nobody believed in him when he was a kid, but if you put your faith in him, he'll return it tenfold. Some people don't like that he's calculating, or has to leave the player character at the end of the game to go back to his homeland, but both are necessary elements for his goals to change things. He will always come back, and everyone who bets against him and his love for his companions is wrong with a big fat W. #KhalidForMostDatablePrez"

"Claude is a fun little onion of facades. He calls himself the embodiment of distrust, he acts like he's carefree and without worries, an unscrupulous schemer--and so many in universe buy into that hook line and sinker. He's used to others viewing him with suspicion and uses it as armor to obscure his not-so-dark truth: that he cares immensely, that he values minimizing the loss of life, and that above all he has so much hope that people will fundamentally choose to do better given the choice.

His front guards a center that his conflict filled world would be happy to tear apart. As the child of people from two nations in constant conflict--one of which is explicitly isolationist and dehumanizes those outside its church's reach--he hasn't really had a place where he can be without his facade. As a child he thought he could run, but when confronted with the fact that this hatred existed no matter where he ran, he chose to instead try to create a more just and kind world.

His inability to let others in beyond his facade at first may lead to a sense of distance, but isn't it then all the more satisfying when you're allowed in? All he wants is a little trust, a little faith, and--like what he wants to give everyone--a chance to be better.

And like that you got a charming young lad with a fun personality that your grandma would be thrilled to have stay forever."

Josephine propaganda:

“you get to have a full Disney princess style romance with her, she is the most precious, the most sweet, I love her so much 🥺”

“Josephine's one of the "behind the scenes" companion for the protagonist and she advises them on diplomacy-related matters.

Her personal quest and romance is fairy-tale worthy: she gets threatened with assassination, you help her restore her family's fortune, you get threatened by her best friend to not break her heart, she doesn't dare to hope you mean anything serious when flirting until you spell it out for her, after which Josie agrees to a deeper relationship... And immediately after that she finds out her family has engaged her to a random noble without her knowledge!! You publicly challenge the suitor to a one-on-one duel to win her hand, she finds out and interrupts the duel because she's worried of the Inquisitor throwing literally the entire plot away and risk life in combat for her... To which of course you can confess that they're doing it because they love Josephine, and they get the cutest cutscene with Josie jumping in the Inquisitor's arms and them spinning her around before kissing each other <3 The betrothed steps away because he sees true love between the two. She and the Inquisitor stay together through the end game and after it, gaining a "second home" with her and her family.

She really believes in the Inquisitor's cause and from the very first conversations with her, she asks questions about your background and tries to make you feel welcomed (especially appreciated if the Inquisitor isn't human since people are less trusting of them). She's politically smart but dislikes violence, overall very sweet but still strong... Josie tends to overwork herself (she's a perfectionist) and at first she tries to keep a professional air at all times but if you encourage her, she will rant to you and spill all the tea about nobles lol.”

#claude von riegan #Fire Emblem #Fire Emblem: Three Houses #FE:3H #josephine montilyet #Dragon Age #dragon age inquisition #Round 5 #MDDC 2