#willy wonka imagines

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hi, can i request timothee!willy wonka x reader that is hella touch starved but can't/ doesn't know how to ask for affection? The gender of the reader is absolutely up to you

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Wordcount: 2.4K+

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Description: What is this feeling in his body? What is this desire he has that makes him want to tear his skin off? And are you the cure to make this chocolatier feel whole?

A/N: hey. I was supposed to finish this last night, but life got in the way. Had a lot of fun writing this. They were so cute. I just love adorable little in love Wonka. I most certainly loved writing these two and would return to write more for the librarian and Wonka. Also, thank you for the request.

Warning: Fluffy, kissing, confusedWonka. First love. Sickening sweet lovers. Unedited.

“Willy? Willy? Earth to Willy?” Noddle laughed, waving her hand in front of a love-struck Willy.

As if coming out of a hazy, Willy shook his head and looked toward her, tearing his eyes away from you. “Noddle, when did you get here?” He said with a wide smile.

Noddle laughed again. “I’ve been here trying to get your attention for the last few minutes. You have been bewitched. I see,” she teased.

He flushed bright red, but his eyes still wandered across the library to gaze at you. You were stunning to him. The one thing that was on his mind more than chocolate. You were everything to him. The first thing he thought about in the morning and the last thing at night.

You were sitting on the floor of the library with a group of children surrounding you as you read them a storybook. They were all just as captivated by you as Willy was. You were so expressive when you read, and he wanted nothing more than to be sitting with the children.

“Willy. I am losing you again,” Noddle said, pulling his attention by to her.

“Oh Sorry. Sorry. You know me, my head is always in the clouds,” he chuckled, unable to help himself by taking another keep glance in your direction.

This time you felt his stare and turned to look at him. You smiled softly and waved happily at him. Willy absolutely lit up at your attention and waved back enthusiastically. You giggled blowing him a kiss.

He flushed again and quickly turned away feeling his heartbeat so loudly he couldn’t hear Noddle speaking to him for a few minutes.

“Willy. We are meant to be researching. Not you flirting with your girlfriend,” she said putting a stack of books on the table in front of him.

“She is not my girlfriend,” he said grabbing one of the books and flipping through it. It took all of his willpower to not look up at you again.

“Why not? Have you two not been going on dates for a few weeks now?” Noddle asked curiously.

He frowned. “I don’t know. We have gone out as friends, and I have told her I like her. And I know she likes me, but nothing else.” To be truthful, he had no idea what to do or say around you. You made his heart explode.  He wanted more. He wanted to hold your hand, hug you tightly, and he wanted to kiss you.

He didn’t understand his intense feelings for you. His need to be close to you and his desire to touch you. He often had dreams of the two of you cuddling on the sofa. His hand in your lap and your hands in his hair. Or he dreamed of you two lying in bed together. Legs tangled together and him rubbing his nose against yours.

Willy wrung his hands together just thinking about it. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Why he felt this emptiness in himself? This dark light that he never even noticed until you came into his life.

“I don’t want to scare her away,” he said, after a few minutes of silence.

“Scare her away? Willy you two are adorable together and I will bet she is just as smitten about you as you are for her.”

“You think so?” he said shyly looking up through his lashes.

Noddle rolled her eyes and bonked him on the head.

“Ouch,” he said rubbing his spot. “What was that for?” He frowned.

“For being dense.”

“Dense? How am I dense?”

“I don’t think you are dense?” Your voice said.

Willy and Noddle looked up to see you standing on the other side of the table they occupied. You smiled softly at them both, looking over their stacks of books. “What are you two working on today?” You asked.

“We are researching a new ingredient for my chocolate. There is this little island not far from here, that is home to this plant called the Covech, and the insides are known for their healing properties. I was thinking about using them in my newest creation.”

“We are trying to figure out which island it is exactly one,” Noddle added.

Your expression fell slightly at the idea of Willy leaving but you were quick to cover it up and smiled at the pair. “Oh, that is exciting. When do you plan to leave?”

Willy saw the slight change in your expression and his heart clenched. “We don’t have a set plan yet. Maybe in the coming week.”

You nodded. “Well, I will leave you two to your research. I have to get ready for another story reading.”

Willy stood up, whimpering slightly. Embarrassingly, he pushed his curls behind his ears. “Umm, I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me tonight?”

You turned around and nodded excitedly. “I would love to. I get off work at 7. Do you want to meet sometime after that?”

He nodded just as excitedly. “I can meet you here at 7. We can walk together.”

“Seems like a plan. I will see you then, Willy. Bye, Noddle.”

Noddle waved goodbye and laughed as Willy walked you lovingly. “Oh Willy, you get it bad,” she said.

You waited outside the library with your coat tightly wrapped around you. You had just locked up the library and you bounced on the balls of your feet as you waited for Willy. You grinned widely as you saw him running towards you. A wide goofy smile on his face as he saw you.

Out of breath, he stopped right in front of you. “Have you been waiting long? I’m sorry, Lofty was being particularly difficult tonight. You look beautiful,” he said in one breath.

You laughed. “Lofty is really in a league of his own. I’ve only just locked up. Ready to go?” You said.

He nodded and reached out his hand for a moment before awkwardly dropping it and motioning to go. You couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed at his action, but you just smiled and walked next to him.

You wanted to be more affectionate with Willy, but you assumed he just liked to take things slow or just didn’t like affection. You didn’t want to push. You liked being around him. He made your heartbeat and your palms sweat.

“So where are we going?” You asked, walking closer to him.

Your hands brushed slightly, and Willy shivered. “I was thinking we could go to the place we went on our first da- time eating,” he stuttered.

“That sounds great.”

At Dinner, Willy could do nothing but mentally keep himself in check. He just wanted to grab your hand and feel your warmth. He felt so hollow without it, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. So, he sat with his hands in his lap, his knee bouncing. It hit the table every few minutes causing you to giggle and him to flush.

“Willy?” You started softly. “Is something the matter? You seem on edge. Have I kept you away from your work?” You asked worriedly, placing your hand on his arm.

Willy shivered and melted at your touch. The warmth from your hand spread throughout his body and he sighed happily. He could feel nothing, but you, and he realized that he never felt warmer in his life.

“Willy?”

Shaking his head, he turned his gaze on you. His eyes were wide and filled with affection and happiness. “Do you think we can sit a bit closer? I’m cold,” he said shyly.

You bit your lower lip to keep the smile off your face. “Of course. Of course.” You moved closer to him until your thighs touched his. Willy shivered again and you chuckled taking his hand in yours. You rubbed your hands between his and blew air on his hands.

“Better?” You asked.

His smile split his face open as he nodded happily. “Yes, much better thank you.”

“Any time. And I mean it,” you said.

Willy nodded and squeezed your hand. “I will keep that in mind.”  He paused to look down at your joint hands. “I really like spending time with you. I was wondering if you… Would like to be more than friends with me?” Willy asked looking up from his lashes at you.

“I love spending time with you, Willy. You are my favorite person in the world. I would like to be more than friends with you.”

“Wonderful. Wonderful,” he grinned leaning over and kissing your cheek.

As Willy walked you home you couldn’t help but notice how giddy he was. Well more giddy than he always was. Your heart picked up speed at the thought you were the reason for his happiness. He was truly a light to be around.

You thought you would be too boring for the excitable chocolatier. But from the moment you met, he was fascinated by your job as a librarian. His eyes always lit up when you talked about your day or the children you read to.

Arriving at your door, Willy grinned down at you taking both of your hands in yours. Pink dusted his cheeks, but he didn’t care if it did. If you saw how smitten he was with you. He just felt so light and warm with your hand in his.

“What?” You asked shyly.

Willy's eyes danced with mischief, leaning closer. “Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered.

With a chuckle and a nod, you leaned closer to him. Your noses almost touched, and his breath hit your face with every exhale. “I am great at keeping secrets,” you whispered.

“I have never been happier than I am right now.” He said sincerely. “I feel like I am weightless. Walking on clouds of wonder.”

“Oh. That sounds wonderful. Did you get a new idea while we walked?” You asked.

Willy shook his head, his curls falling in his face. He ducked his head and ghosted his lips over yours. “Don’t you know that is the feeling of being with you.”

Your breath caught and you stared into his eyes. Willy's stare bore back into you. “I very much feel like I walk on clouds when I am with you.”

“Hmm. Do you know the name of that feeling?” He asked, genuinely.

“No, but I quite like it,” you said.

Willy giggled pressing his nose against yours. “I do as well. I am not good with asking for things. For expressing this hunger, this need to be near you to”—he paused to brush his thumb across your cheekbone—“To touch you. I feel… on clouds of cotton candy.”

You kissed you softly then. His hand on your cheek tightens and his other arms wrap around your waist pulling you flush against him. Neither of you deepened the kiss, just enjoying the feeling of your lips pressed against each other. Willy melted against you. His body jumped in excitement, in happiness. And you realized the name for this feeling.

Love.

Pulling away from his lips you sighed happily. Willy's eyes opened slowly and he smiled lazily and contently at you. “I wish to bottle this feeling and bake it into a chocolate for only you and I,” he said dreamily.

“I would love that chocolate best.”

“Love?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

Reaching up and brushing your hand through his hair you smiled. “Yes, love. Though there is nothing  I don’t love about your chocolate.”

“You are too kind.” He said.

“Everyone loves your chocolate.”

“But everyone isn’t you,” he said, swooping down and kissing you once more.

When he pulled away moments later, you tugged on his curls slightly. “I’ll miss you when you leave for the island.”

“I will hurry back. I’ll be faster than a hare. Faster than a cheetah. I will be back as soon as I can.” He was down thinking about leaving you. Leaving the moment and affection that he was desperately in need of.

“I will greet you with a kiss when you return,” you promised.

His eyes widened and he moved his face close to yours. “Truly?”

“Yes, whenever you want a kiss. I will happily kiss you.”

“Please do,” he begged.

When Willy left you missed him more than you thought. Of course, you would miss him. You loved him, but you felt so cold without him. You knew he was having a great time exploring and he had only been gone for two days, but you missed the man that owned your heart.

Humming a song, you stocked the shelves in the library, lost in your own world. Not aware that the person you were thinking about was standing behind you just taking you in. He was glad to be home. He got the ingredient and he was now able to take his chocolate to another level, but also he got to be with you.

The warm lights in the aisle gave you a breathtaking glow. He could feel the itch of desire spreading through his body. He felt like the moon and you the earth bring him in. In four quick steps, he was standing directly behind you.

Feeling someone close, you turned right to offer your help when you saw Willy. “You’re back,” you said before wrapping your arms around his waist and laying your head on his chest. His hands were quick to wrap around you and lie his cheek on the top of your head.

“I am back. I missed you,” he whispered.

Smiling, you pulled back to stare up at him. “And I missed you. You must tell me all about your trip later.”

“Later?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, later.” You took his hat and placed it on your own head and grabbed the back of his neck. “Now, I must kiss you.”

His heart thumped against yours and his lips came crashing down onto your own. He moaned softly and you pressed him against the bookcase behind him. Willy smiled against your lips and you mimicked him.

“So, this is love,” he mumbled, breaking the kiss to get air into his lungs. “I want more of it. More of you.”

“I am yours, Willy Wonka.”

“And my soul and very being is yours, my sweet little Marshmallow cloud.”

"Marshmallow cloud?" You chuckled. "I love it."

"And I love you. So very much."

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Sweet Tooth

Willy Wonka x PlusSize!Reader

Willy watched you walk into his shop for the third time that week.

You looked around nervously. 

People around you kept shopping, not paying attention, but he did.

And just like the days before, you suddenly left his store.

You caught the attention of the young chocolatier about a month ago.

You looked around nervously, while you kept staring at the windows of the shop. It took you a month just to enter, Willy can only imagine how long it will take you to buy something.

So, he decided to do something about it.

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"Be good now! I will get my new dress and we go home!"

"Of course, Mom." you smiled at your mother as she went into the shop.

You immediately headed to the Wonka store.

You bit your lip out of nervousness before entering.

You promised yourself, much like many times before, that this time you will buy a chocolate.

But each time, you ended up nervously walking around before leaving.

But this time, it only took you five minutes to actually enter the store. Many people were inside, you blended in pretty well.

Or at least you thought you did, a certain chocolatier definitely noticed your presence. You looked up at the beautiful cherry tree before moving to the shelves.

No one would know if you just bought one.

Just one.

That's all.

And yet, you were afraid.

You kept staring but not moving, people around you bought whatever they wanted, but not you.

Suddenly a beautiful rose was in your face and you stumbled for a moment, your focus shifting from the rose to the man holding it.

Mr Wonka himself. 

"Try it, it is delicious." he simply said and you took the rose from him.

"Wouldn't it be a shame to eat something so beautiful?" 

"The shame, My Lady, would be to let the chocolate melt without tasting it."

"You might be right, but I truly mustn't," you argue suddenly looking at the watch on the wall. You still had some time left.

"Why not? Chocolate is good for the soul."

"My parents would argue." your eyes suddenly snapped back at him, realizing that you have definitely overshared. "Sorry." you simply said before running out of the store, with your rose still in your hands.

You weren't sure how, but you managed to hide the rose from your parents and hid it in your room. 

Hoping it would never melt. 

But you also didn't eat it.

A couple of days later, however, you visited the shop and once again, Mr Wonka came up to you with a box of chocolates.

"I must say Mr. Wonka, your pretty rose seems to melt rather fast." 

"I must create something other than! The perfect chocolate which doesn't melt even when you hold it in the summer! But if I may ask, why didn't you just eat it?"

"My parents don't want me to eat sweets. You see I have a sweet tooth... and it is very apparent." you gestured at your figure.

"I don't see any problems with your figure, if anything I believe you are quite charming."

"Thank you." you felt the heat in your face and hoped he didn't realize how his compliment affected you.

"Just try one. I made them specially for you. With a hint of cherry." you took one of the chocolates from his box and popped it into your mouth.

"Oh wow." your eyes shined as you looked into his eyes. "This is wonderful!" the taste of pure chocolate with the hint of cherry and there was something else... something you couldn't quite point out, but it reminded you of your childhood, of happiness. Your grandma, the cakes he used to bake for you. "Thank you, Mr Wonka, it was delicious."

"Please, call me Willy." he smiled and you smiled back at him.

You didn't know then, but it was the start of something amazing.

After that day, you were no longer scared to enter his store, nor did you care about what your parents said.

Chocolate is where your happiness was.

The first time Willy brought you to his factory, you felt truly amazed.

It looked like such a happy place.

"I made this, just for you, I plan on launching them on Valentine's Day." you looked at the pink box in his hands, another colourful creation.

"What do you mean... made it for me?"

"You inspire me so much. I made this with all of your favourite things as a way to... to show you my feelings." you took one chocolate out of the box and popped it into your mouth. As you bit down, you immediately felt the feeling of pure joy. "The first time I ever laid my eyes on you, I still recall how stunned I was... such a beauty in my store. I felt like I was dreaming. And now, here I am, declaring my love, giving you not just this box but my heart as well. Will you take it and accept my feelings?"

Why did you feel like you already knew the answer? The doubt you had deep down, suddenly felt to have disappeared.

"I love you too, Willy." you smiled as fireworks went out around you, and he pulled you in for a simple yet meaningful kiss. 

"It seems like, my love for chocolate, gave me the love of my life." he said and you smiled from ear to ear.

Chocolate is where your love was.

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒘𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 (ma goutte de rosée)

valentine's day masterlist

summary - willy wonka is known to create sweets and chocolate, using his talent, he makes you something special.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Willy had the most brilliant idea for Valentine’s Day. He spent months preparing a perfect gift for you. The Oompa Loompas helped him build, make and decorate a room dedicated to you, filled with your favourite treats and things. Right now, Willy was reviewing everything and ensuring everything was perfect. He giggled to himself as he checked over the lollipop tree that had different shapes and varieties of lollipops. 

He stood and walked out of the room and toward the lounge where you sit and read. “Dewdrop! I have a surprise for you. Can you please follow me?!” He awkwardly smiles, rocking back and forth on his heels as he holds his hand out for you to take. You look up and smile at him, softly placing your hand in his glove-covered one and slowly standing. Willy felt giddy as he led you out of the room toward the closed pink door. “Close your eyes!” Your eyes close, smiling as you hear your partner giggle in glee. Willy opened the door and gently led you into the large room, feeling nerves enter him as he waited for your reaction. “Okay, Dewdrop! Open your eyes!” 

You open your eyes and look around the room in awe, taking in the giant pink and red trees with different kinds of lollipops on their leaves, the light pink grass and the big gummy bears littered around the room, your very own chocolate water fountain. You wondered how Willy made it have a mix of white and milk chocolate without the two colliding. You couldn’t believe your eyes, taking in how beautiful everything looked and finally understanding why he had been cooped up for so long. “Willy…. This, this is amazing.” You look up at him with tears in your eyes, and your mouth drops open in amazement. “You did all this for me?” 

He nods, nervously smiling as he clasps his hands together. A squeak escapes him as you launch yourself at him and wrap your arms and legs around his body, holding onto him tight as you press kisses all over his face. “Thank you, baby. Thank you so much.” Your hands cup his cheeks as you look into his eyes before leaning forward and bringing him into a deep passionate kiss. Your eyes catch onto something behind him, and you slowly look over and smile. “Willy Wonka, you are one special person.” You unwrap your legs and jump down, pressing a kiss into his cheek and walk over to the lifesize version of him. Holding a purple box, you slowly open the lid and look inside, smiling as you pull out a pretty pearl necklace, turning to look at Willy, noticing that he’s moved closer. 

Willy stands there with a small smile, carefully taking the necklace from you and gesturing for you to turn around. You turn around and lift your hair as he puts it onto you. “I know it’s not much… But I thought of you when I saw it.” You turn back around and give him a soft glare, “Oh, do you not like it? I can take it back….”

“Willy, you did great. The necklace is beautiful, and the room is wonderful.” You place your hand on his cheek as you look up at him. “You’re so perfect, and I love you so much.” Willy looks down at you softly, pressing his forehead into yours.

“I love you so much, my little dewdrop.”

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May I please request Willy Wonka falling in love with Jewish baker fem!Reader by their exchange of their respective foods (him: chocolates; her: baked goods) as well as love of dancing & literature and Willy proposes to her by quoting two of her favorite Jane Austen novels: “You pierce my soul. I have loved none but you. My heart is, and always will be, yours”? (I’m a romantic sap.)

Made for each other

◇ Pairing: Willy Wonka X Jewish baker!Reader

◇ Warnings: fluff, romance, shitty writing, love

◇ Summary: Willy is smitten of the jewish baker.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. It's so short sorryyyy. 😭

Willy really didn't know if it was her looks and pleasant aura that made him fall head over heels... or the sweet scent of her masterpieces created in the little Jewish bakery of hers.

But he honestly didn't cared, he just accepted things as they were.. allowing himself to day-dream and be his little silly self in love.. secretly at first but seen his extroverted persona, it took him little time to approach the woman.

Gosh, she sure was stunning with her love for dance, her passion in literature and her talent in cooking.

She was like.. sweet honey mixed with a tiny bit of liquorice, dark chocolate and a hint of a beautiful.. flower, one that could match her beauty and that delicious smell.

Willy couldn't really resist, his whole self was attracted to her like a metal attracted by a magnet or.. music for a giraffe.

They just clicked together so well, balancing their relationship easily while taking care of each other, supporting their business which because one as soon as Willy managed to create his fabric.

Magic... that's what they created together; magic... of a silly young chocolatier and a young jewish baker.

His friend Noddle saw it as well, reason because she was the main cause that put the fixed idea of marriage in Willy's head. A symbolic and actual bond that would make their relationship become serious.

The issue?... the proposal. Well it wasn't actually a problem for him since his theatrical side came out easily as soon as he saw in front of her.

His chocolate eyes staring deeply in hers as he kneeled down slowly after a whole performance dedicated to her.

"You pierce my soul. I have loved none but you. My heart is, and always will be, yours" he recited as he pulled out a box of chocolate, opening it to reveal a simple but eccentric proposal ring.

"Be mine forever—"

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Paper

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

Summary: Reader and Willy discover that Ben/Bean is an aspiring artist. Age: 3 & 17

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You were outside hanging clothes on the line to dry when you heard the back door slam and little feet running toward you. Before your brain could register what was happening, you were nearly bowled over by the force of Ben running into your leg.

You looked down to find that Ben had buried his face and balled up his fists in your skirt. "Pa ell a mm," you heard his garbled speech muffled by the fabric. You knelt down and pried his fingers loose so you could look at his red, tear-streaked face.

"I'm sorry, Benny. I couldn't understand you when your mouth was covered. Take a deep breath." You inhaled deeply through your nose and out through your mouth a couple of times, motioning for him to copy you. "Good. Now, try again. What's all this about?"

"P-papa lelled at m-meeee." The boy started sobbing again.

"Oh dear. What happened?"

"I..." he sucked in a breath. "I wanted to dwaw him a picture. I saw paper on Papa's desk..."

"Ah, I see. Did that paper already have words on it?"

"Only on fwont. I dwew on back."

"Oh, Benny. We talked about asking before you touch anything in the study. Papa has very important papers in there for the shop and factory."

"I'm sowwy." He looked up at you with big puppy-dog eyes. You cupped his round cheeks in your hands.

"I know you are. But I'm not the one you need to apologize, too. Why don't you go inside to your room and play while I go check on Papa. After that, you can tell him you're sorry." Ben nodded, then shuffled through the back door to his room with his head hung low.

It was out of character for Willy to snap at anyone. The man typically had the patience of a saint, so you knew Ben must have drawn on something important. You quietly stepped into the study and spied Willy slumped in the armchair, one hand supporting his forehead and one foot kicked out. It looked as if he had collapsed dramatically into it.

"I made him cry," Willy said morosely without looking up. "I didn't- I didn't mean to. I shouted his name. I was just trying to get his attention and stop him before he did more damage. I...I startled him, and he ran off to you."

"Full name or nickname?" you asked as you sat on the sofa next to him.

"Full name," he groaned.

You grimaced. Ouch, you thought. Willy hardly ever referred to the boy as anything but Bean and almost never as Benjamin unless introducing him to others. It's on par with your mother using your middle name when you were in trouble. You shuddered slightly. That probably wounded Ben worse than the volume. "What did he draw on?"

Willy held up the face page of a contract with the hand not supporting his head. He had yet to look up at you.

"Oh dear."

"I'll ask Beth to type up a new one tomorrow before the meeting. It wasn't worth raising my voice at him. I...I just had a long day and...of course, that doesn't excuse anything. Is he okay?"

"He'll be alright," you said soothingly as you placed your hand on Willy's arm. "He's calming down in his room. Like you said, he was startled. You are usually the fun one, not the disciplinarian."

"I should go to him," Willy said as he stood from the chair. You returned to your previous task of hanging out the laundry so they could have some time alone to make amends.

Willy walked to Ben's room and gently knocked before pushing the door open. Ben looked up at him from his desk with big sad eyes.

"Hey there," Willy said softly.

"I dwew you another picture. I'm sowwy, Papa," Ben said pitifully as he handed Willy a piece of paper.

"Oh, Bean. Is this the factory?" Ben nodded excitedly. "Wow, such great detail! Is this what you wanted to draw earlier?" Ben nodded again, with less exuberance this time. Willy's heart broke as he saw his son's face fall.

"Hey, buddy. I'm sorry for raising my voice and scaring you. That was a very important paper you were drawing on, and I needed you to stop."

"I know, Mamma told me I need to ask first," he responded dejectedly. "I just had a picture in my head that I wanted to dwaw when I was by your desk."

"Ah, that I understand. Sometimes my ideas don't come to me at convenient times, either. Tell you what. How about I set up a drawer with paper that's safe to draw or write on whenever an idea strikes. You never have to ask for permission as long as it's from that drawer. Deal?"

Ben's face lit up again, and he stuck his tiny right hand to shake. "Deal!"

Willy shook his son's hand with his right and looked down again at the picture in his left. It was incredibly well done for Ben's age.

"Can I take this to the factory with me? I want to frame and hang it. If you draw more, I'll have a whole gallery wall of Benjamin Wonka works."

Ben giggled, "Okay, Papa!"

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Over time, Ben's art skills matured to charcoals, watercolors, canvases, and paints. Willy spotted the talent early and took great pleasure in encouraging it, supplying it. Fourteen years later, he had indeed collected enough of Ben's work to fill multiple walls.

"People need to see this."

Willy decided to surprise Ben by converting one of his shops into a limited time art gallery for his 17th birthday. He somehow managed to promote what ended up being the town's social event of the season while also keeping it a secret from his boy.

It was finally the night of the big reveal. "Papa, why are we going to the shop so late? I thought we were going to meet Mamma and Charlie for dinner?" Ben walked shoulder to shoulder with Willy. They were nearly the same height now.

Willy was vibrating with excitement. "I just need to pick up something I left there," he bent the truth slightly. "Your birthday present."

When they arrived, Willy unlocked the doors to reveal a magenta velvet curtain blocking the entry. He took the gold pull cord in his hand and handed it to Ben.

Ben looked at the tassel in his hand, bewildered. "What is this?"

"Your gift! Pull it and find out." As Ben pulled the cord, the curtain drew back to reveal...

"Surprise!!"

Ben stood there with his mouth ajar as he looked around at you, Charlotte, Noodle, his friends and girlfriend. Everyone rushed him for a celebratory hug. He gave you a kiss on the cheek. Then, the background details caught his eye. The crowd separated as Ben made his way to look at the walls that were now decorated with his paintings rather than shelves of candies and chocolates.

He browsed in awe until he stopped at the penciled sketch of the Wonka factory, gently tracing the golden frame with his fingers. He felt Willy step up beside him and gently squeeze his shoulder.

"Happy birthday, Bean."

Ben looked over his shoulder to reveal misty eyes. "Thanks for always being my biggest fan, Papa," he said reverently.

"I'm glad I could be right here beside you when your talent is shared with the world."

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A/N: I think it's safe to say that Willy would be his kids' biggest cheerleaders.

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[xieren-iy]

POV: You visit Willy Wonka’s factory after the “accidents of the first tour”

(Based on an AI chat I had where I basically fight Willy Wonka and roast the heck outta him 💀)

After the incidents with the children from the first tour, Willy Wonka decided to allow more visitors to take a tour of his factory. Although you aren’t a child, you decided to buy a ticket for a private tour of his factory. It’s not like you’re a huge fan of his candy creations, but you were curious of the man who had somehow managed to fix the spoiled children who had visited his factory. You wanted to test his personality yourself. What could go wrong?

Willy Wonka: “Hello! I am Willy Wonka! Owner of this factory. I had a little bit of a rebranding after the accidents that happened in the first tour.”

You: Hello!

Willy Wonka: “Hello sir/miss, I see you booked a private tour today.” *He pauses as he looks you up and down* “You know, when I learned that you had booked a private tour I thought it was for your child. But I see that even adults enjoy it.”

You: “Hmm.” You hummed in response.

Willy Wonka: “Ok, before we start, here are some rules:

No chewing in my factory…I absolutely despise gum and the sound of people chewing gum.

No food or beverage

And lastly, you MUST sign this waiver.”

He handed you a paper and pen.

You: “Um, what’s the waiver for?”

Willy Wonka: “Oh, you know, just in case of injury and a non-disclosure agreement. By signing it you accept the risks and promise to not speak of what you see inside this factory.” *He takes one look at you and sighs at seeing your confused face* “It protects me of lawsuits in case you lose a finger or run your mouth off with the wrong people.”

You: “Ah, I understand” *You take the pen and sign the waiver* “There.”

Willy Wonka: “Ok then, follow me. Let's start with the room of pure imagination, where we have created food that can taste like any other substance. You can feel the food here, but DO NOT EAT it. DO NOT. If you do, you will be subject to severe disciplinary action. Got that?”

You: “What’s the punishment?” *You smirk* “You gon’ make me eat soap or something old man? HAHA”

Willy Wonka: *Annoyed he gives you a warning look*

“Punishment can be a lot worse than eating soap, I’ll find out your worst fears and drive you crazy until you’re insane.”

You: “You don’t even know my worst fears and I would never tell you!”

Willy Wonka: “I find that it’s the people who say they have their secrets so tightly guarded that always crack. And the ones that say they could never go mad are usually the first ones to give in, they can’t handle the pressure. We shall see how long you’ll last…”

You: “Yea right, you don’t even scare me. Unless you’re my mother you can’t scare me. And she’s not here so.”

Willy Wonka: “Ah yes, the old ‘mum scares me most!’ line. I find this quite funny actually. You don’t know what scared truly is, just wait until I’m done with you, you’ll be begging your mum to take you back home!”

You: “You wouldn’t even know how scary moms are, you don’t even have one! Also, my mom didn’t raise a coward. Heck, If she saw me crying over this she’ll give me a whopping.”

Willy Wonka: “You sound like you have quite a dysfunctional family life.”

You: “Says the one who has father issues.”

Willy Wonka: “You wanna say that again? I’ll teach you some respect!”

(I’ll end it here bc I’m pretty tired and my brain is burned out for the day. Might be a part two or not idk)

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[kteezy997]

The Candy Man-Part One// W.W.

Warnings: Smut, mention of masturbation, male receiving oral sex, virgin Wonka, cowgirl, missionary, some dirty talk, curse words, cream pie, female receiving oral sex, oh and cheating on spouse A/n: I have not seen Wonka yet, so there are NO spoilers here!

As a young housewife, there wasn't much for you to do. You had done the housework for the week and done all the grocery shopping, and it was only Wednesday. This would make for a long, boring week.

It would be different if you had a child to look after, but sadly, that hadn't happened yet. And it may never happen if your husband continues to show such a low interest in sex. Sometimes it felt like he forgot you even existed.

You wished he would just give you a baby, if he didn't want to give you attention. That way you'd have not only something to occupy your time, but you'd also have someone to love, and for someone to love you. You weren't even sure if your husband loved you anymore. Your relationship wasn't the same as when you were first married two years ago.

These days, all you really wanted was for him to come home, rip your clothes off, and fuck you like he hadn't seen a woman in years. You wanted to feel desired, so badly. You had recently picked up a habit of touching yourself sexually while your husband was away at work. You were so starved.

.....

Autumn had come and gone by this time of the year and it was becoming quite frigid outside. With winter well on the way, you turned on your fireplace in the living room. You didn't really care for the bear skin rug that your husband insisted on having in front of the fireplace, but it wasn't worth the fight to try to get rid of it.

With the fire going, you snuggled up into a cozy sweater and put on some mindless radio station to fill in the silence of the empty house. As you listened to the radio and did some mild tidying about the room, you wondered if you should maybe get a dog, or maybe a cat.

Then the doorbell rang, that's weird. You thought. You seldom had any visitors during the day. You walked over and opened the door.

"Hello, Miss. My name is Willy Wonka! Would you care to sample some of my chocolate on this fine day?"

"Fine day? It's freezing out there," you said as you were awestruck by this man's beauty, his bright purple coat and milk chocolate-colored top hat added a sort of zany zest to his attractiveness. "um, would you care to come in and warm up for a minute?" you said politely, nodding to his briefcase that you assumed was filled with sweets, adding, "I do love chocolate."

"Why, yes, if you're sure you don't mind." he smiled, and his green eyes were dazzling.

"No, I don't mind at all, sir."

Willy took his hat off, and his curls fell downward in a bit of a mess as he stepped into the warm home. "Thank you, I didn't get your name."

"Oh, I'm y/n. Please, sit down, the fire is going."

"It is quite toasty in here, thank you, y/n." Willy said, taking a seat on the couch closest to the fireplace. “Very interesting choice of a rug, y/n.” he chirped.

“Oh that? My husband insisted on it, it’s so dreadful. But it is rather soft.”

“Hm.” he nodded looking at the luscious, dark colored fur on the floor. He then looked at her, cheerily, “So, would you like to try some?” He picked up his briefcase.

“Of course.” you said with a smile, truly wanting to try some of him instead, but you’d give his candy a chance for now. He was so damn handsome. His hair was gorgeous, you wanted to run your fingers through it, maybe even pull it.

He opened his briefcase in his lap, letting you choose which candy you wanted.

You picked a piece of chocolate, and he told you the name of it, and its special ingredients. You listened to him, but ultimately got lost in his innocent yet sexy eyes. You bit into the treat, and it was rich and velvety sweet as it melted in your mouth. It was absolutely delicious. The best candy you ever had in your life.

“Mr. Wonka, this is perfection, it’s absolutely divine.”

Willy smiled widely, “I’m pleased to hear it. I have only ever hoped that each person that tries my chocolate will have that same reaction.”

He was so genuinely confident and excited about his creation. The passion he had was evident.

“I’ll take every one of this flavor that you have, Mr. Wonka.” you said, taking another delicious bite.

“Wonderful!” he exclaimed, “And please, call me Willy.”

“Willy.” you said, softly. You wanted to moan his name. But how to get there? You improvised. “Um, why don’t you stay for a bit longer? I can put in a pot of tea, if you’d like.”

“That sounds lovely y/n, or should I call you Mrs…”

“Oh, it’s Mrs. Hudson, but you can just call me y/n.” you insisted, hopping up and going to the kitchen heating up some tea. You had to have this man. Cheating was wrong, but your husband would never, ever know. He never wanted sex anymore, but you couldn’t go without it like he did. You were so needy, especially now, after meeting the handsome Mr. Wonka.

You had plenty of time to have Willy fuck you and send him on his way with his payment for the chocolate, all before Mr. Hudson got home. You would have to make Mr. Wonka an offer he couldn’t refuse, much like you couldn’t refuse his delectable sweets.

You carried two cups of steaming, aromatic tea, one for you and one for Willy. You hoped it would warm him up properly.

“Here you are, sir.”

“Why thank you, very kindly, my lady.” he took the teacup from you, and you felt weak in your knees when your hand was briefly brushed by his fingers. You watched as he carefully brought the rim of the cup to his lips, taking a small sip. “Mm, that’s quite good. A perfect cup of tea, y/n.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” you said, sitting down next to him and taking a sip for yourself. You didn’t know how to get this man naked; you weren’t finding any viable option that wouldn’t be too crude or forward. You felt you were running out of time. You couldn’t let him leave with the risk of never seeing him again. This delightful, beautiful man could not escape you.

“Well, this has been quite the pleasure.” he said, in a farewell tone. He took one last sip of his tea.

You haven’t had the pleasure, yet.

“But I will get out if your hair,” Willy stood up, continuing, “and go about my merry way. Thank you for your-"

“Wait! Willy-" you shot up to your feet as you spoke but couldn’t finish a sentence. You just started into his eyes.

“Yes?” he asked, frowning at you, utterly confused by your behavior.

You didn’t have the words, so you threw yourself at him, kissing him hungrily.

He took ahold of you, and pulled away from the kiss, “Y/n, are you mad?”

“Oh, god! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

“No, it is alright. It was kind of…nice.”

“Yeah? Mr. Wonka, I had an idea of pleasing you the way you pleased me with your chocolate. If you’ll indulge me?”

He raised his eyebrows, “I have to say, I’m intrigued.”

You put your hands on his chest, making him sit back down on the couch. Your hands then went to his fly.

“Whoa! What are you doing?” he asked, panicky.

“Shh-sh. Relax, Willy. Do you like me?”

“Ye-yes.” he trembled with nerves. “I find you very pretty.”

“I really like you. Have you…ever been with a woman before?” You rested your hands on his upper thighs, dangerously close to his member. It was visible through his trousers although he wasn’t even hard yet.

Willy shook his head, “No, ma’am.”

“Awe, don’t be scared. I’ll take care of you, okay. Do you want that, Willy?” You ran your hands slowly around the outline of his cock.

He gulped, watching your hands on his pants, “Yes, I think I would really like that.”

“Good.” You beamed, unzipping his trousers, and pulling his cock out. He was much thicker and longer than your husband. You were excited about being Willy’s first. You wet his cock with your tongue, and sucked him, moaning and slurping as you did so. You wanted him so bad; you sucked his cock like your life depended on it.

A string of “oh oh oh”’s and “mmm’”s fell from Willy’s mouth as you worked over his cock. He writhed on the couch and placed a hand on your head.

He was hard as stone after a moment, and you had been wet since he sat on your couch the first time. “Oh, Willy. Do you feel good, my sweet?”

“Yes,” he panted, his eyes glazed over, “very good.”

You stood up, and dropped your underwear to the ground, kicking them elsewhere. Then, you mounted him. His hands instinctively went to your waist. You reached down, placing his member between your folds. You sank down on him, feeling the intense stretch of your vaginal walls. You moaned in a slight pain initially, because his was larger than your husband, and you had never been with anyone else.

“Are you alright, y/n?”

“Oh, yes, darling, just give me a moment.” you adjusted, and then started to bounce in his lap.

Willy watched you in wonder and awe, then he’d look down to watch your pussy envelope his cock. “Haa, this is incredible.” he moaned, gripping your hips harder.

You quickened your pace. Sinful wet sounds came from your pussy. God, you needed this. The friction alone was titillating, but the tip of his cock would hit your cervix every so often and it was bliss, the whole scenario.

"Oh, y/n!" Willy cried your name over and over again. His hands explored your clothed body, groping your curves.

Damn, it felt so nice to be touched, and his hands were surprisingly big, and he knew how to use them.

You held yourself up with your hands on his shoulders, and slowly rocked back and forth on his cock. You noticed him eyeing your chest. "Unbutton my blouse, Willy."

He bit his lip with an eager gleam in his eyes, and he opened up the front of your blouse, letting your breasts plop out in his face.

Willy's eyes widened, he took his eyes away from your tits to look up in your eyes, "May I feel them?" he asked with a soft whimper.

"Yes, absolutely." you huffed, taking his hands and clapping them onto your naked breasts.

He gently squeezed and kneaded your breasts, then rolled your nipples between his fingers.

He was so sweet, and so curious about your body. It was so hot. You wanted to get off, you hoped to cum all over his dick. You held onto his arms firmly and rode him hard. His cock pounded away at your walls wildly, and you contracted your pussy around his girth.

"Ah! Fuck this is so good! I'm gonna...I'm gonna come!"

"Oh, oh!" Willy held your waist, and you felt his cock twitch inside you.

Your tummy swirled, and your legs went limp as you came.

"What's happening?" Willy cried, "What is this?" You felt him shoot ropes of his milky cum inside of you.

You took his worried face in your hands, "You're alright, my candy man. You had an orgasm. It's a wonderful thing."

"Oh," he panted, "yes, I suppose it is. A fantastic thing! Gosh, y/n, that felt like chocolate tastes, and chocolate is the best thing in the world!" he was so excited, like he'd discovered something that no one else had experienced before.

You giggled, "Well, I'm flattered, Willy." you felt hot and sweaty, you ran your hand down the back of your neck. You felt Willy's eyes on your tits.

"Your breasts, they are absolutely beautiful." he took them in his hands, just admiring the fullness of them.

You felt your pussy throb at the sight. Your husband never paid much attention to your body, but Willy seemed to be enthralled by you. You noticed how the glow of the fire highlighted his cocoa-colored curls. It was so pretty, his hair looked like the work of a master chocolatier. You ran your fingers through it, feeling the silkiness of his glorious mane.

"Can we do it again?" he asked you, then nodded to the floor, "There? On the bear skin rug? It would be comfortable for you."

"You're so thoughtful. Fuck me again, Willy Wonka. Pound me into the floor if you must."

Willy smiled like a kid on Christmas morning and hoisted you up and then carefully placed you down on the rug.

The fur was plush and soothing on your back. You put your arms up by your head to get comfy.

Willy ran his hands down your body. He looked at you like you were a gift he had been waiting for. "You are so beautiful. Your husband does not know how lucky he is."

"That's sweet, Willy, but let's not mention my husband."

He nodded, "Right." Then, he dipped down, pressing his lips to your stomach.

"Mm." you moaned, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. You could feel Willy's semen dripping out of you. You wanted more.

Willy left small wet kisses down passed your navel, lower and lower, and you couldn't help but push his head down where you needed him most.

"How do I do this, y/n? Is it like... licking a lollipop?" he asked, naively.

You smiled at him and said, "Yes, kind of. Like a sucker with a chewy center...but you're not in a big hurry to get to the center. You're just trying to enjoy the flavor on the outside."

He took a second to ponder over what you had said, then he nodded, "Okay, got it."

He was a quick learner. He lapped steadily on your clit; his pacing was perfect, not too fast, not too slow. He must have had lots of suckers in his life.

"You can use the tip of your tongue also, Willy." you whimpered through the pleasure.

"Oh, okay." he answered, his voice muffled as he didn't move away from your pussy as he spoke.

The vibrations from his voice sent tingles through your body. That coupled with Willy massaging your clit with his tongue and letting the tip dance between your folds, led you to your second orgasm. You cried out in ecstasy. "Willy Wonka, you are a god!"

"No, I'm just a chocolate maker." he said, nonchalantly. He then sat on his knees, his hand around his cock. He ran the tip of his cock along the joint of your wet folds, coating himself in your cum.

"Ooh." you moaned, tucking your fingers into the furry rug as firmly as you could.

Willy slid into you, then back out. "Ha, you're so wet."

"Fuck me hard, Willy." you purred.

With that, he shoved his cock into you, bucking his hips roughly. His hips smacked your skin with each thrust. He put his whole length into you. He gripped your thighs and started to get faster.

You squeezed him with your thighs, and he grew more confident in what he was doing and picked up a rhythm. You watched his handsome face scrunch up as he worked his hips, his thick brows furrowing in both pleasure and concentration.

You wondered what your husband would do if he knew that the candy man stopped by and made you come on the bear skin rug he loved so much. Oh, the risk was worth it! For Willy was perhaps better at sex than making chocolate.

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@chalametbich

#timothée chalamet #timmy chalamet #timothée imagine #timothee chalamet smut #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka #timothee x reader

[fragileheartbeats]

Timmy gifs that make me fall for him all over again 🥺🖤

I really should start writing for him...

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[chalametluvrz]

dating timothee chalamet

timothee x afab!reader (mainly gn! expect on nsfw bits)

towards the start of the relationship, i think he'd be pretty anxious

he'd often find himself messing around with his hands a lot on dates

or stumbling over his words a little too much with a small giggle

if you've ever seen old interviews of him when he was younger. you know the ones where he gets all shy and giggly? that's exactly how i envision him to be with you

after some time, that's slowly replaced with his hyperactive ass

and let me tell you, boy never shuts the fuck up that's not a bad thing

because of his schedule, he rarely gets to see you in person

so whenever he does, he just has so much to tell you and so much to talk about that he just ends up coming out with a cluster-fuck of words

he always tries to facetime you at least a couple times a week

and let me tell you, the call will always start with him saying 'oh, i missed your pretty face' or 'seeing you has made my day'

boy is madly in love

and even though he hasn't said it yet, it's fairly obvious he's not hiding anything

he's the kind of person to want to keep your relationship on the down low

because if you're also famous, he wouldn't want to cause any issues or drama through tabloids

and if you aren't, he'd feel awful dragging you into the world of hollywood

eventually though, as most celeb relationships do, you got found out

someone caught you out on your 6 months anniversary

and that was it; twitter was going mental

timothee soon figured out that he probably had to say something

but honestly, he was kind of relieved he didn't have to hide you anymore

the morning you two woke up and saw yourselves going viral on twitter, there was a bit of a mad scramble between the two of you

before eventually, timothee chilled out

'but now i don't need to hide we're together, anymore. i can let the world know you're mine.' he'd say to your confusion at his relaxed state

cute but also now all of timmy's fans are stalking your instagram

cooking meals together!!!

i have a feeling timothee's love languages are more tailored towards physical touch and acts of service tell me im wrong

so cooking together is such a beautiful thing for him

as much as timothee loves taking you out, i think he'd much prefer to cook a fancy pasta dish together with wine over that any day

he also strikes me as a cosy movie date guy

but honestly, it more than likely turns into something else

don't fight me on his, he's a horny guy

like bro would get a hard-on just snuggling with you

when you first started dating, he'd get all shy about it

he'd apologise frantically and his face would be redder than ever

after dating for some time, he'd be less phased

unless you showed and expressed discomfort with it of course

after the shock of you dating slowly weaved out of the fans

timothee would definitely start posting you on his instagram

he just needed the world to know how obsessed he is with you

arguments are rare

extremely rare

they usually only happen when timothee is stressed

feelings get heated and you end up making some snippy comments at each other before one of you gets up and leaves the room

after you've both had time to cool down, you're both mature enough to talk it out and apologise for whatever each of you or one of you has done

communication is a big thing for timmy, so i think arguments are heavily avoided because he encourages you to come to him about anything

any concerns, rants and problems you have, he wants to know

he's a flirter, let me tell you that thankfully not with others

always dazzling you with compliments

you're in the crowd at a press tour? he's staring, smirking and winking at you the whole time

you're supporting him whilst he's on set? the man can't take his eyes off you and is coming to hold you the second the shot is taken

you're on facetime? every odd sentence is him saying some suggestive comment or simply how stunning you are

the man cannot get enough of you

going back to the horny thing...

he has a high sex drive

there's absolutely no doubt about it

he is a giver!!! the man aims to please!!!

could eat you out for days

i've already made a headcanon about him eating you out so i will be brief BUT!!!

he's messy!!! the wetter the better!!!

will overstimulate you with hid tongue any day

and then make sure you cum on his cock as well

you know what they say about tall, skinny boys? wink wink

i'd say he's a good 7 inches, 7 1/2 at a push

he knows how to please you, and he's eager to learn what makes you tick

even though he's mainly a dom, i can see him being a sub at times

only on rare assurances though

being his date to things like the met gala, oscars etc

after being open about your relationship, he couldn't wait to take you everywhere and anywhere with him

loves it when you wear his clothes

but i feel like all boys do?

especially when he's away, opening up a facetime call to see you sat there in one of his t-shirts. he actually thinks his heart might implode.

this boy will actually love you with his whole heart

the cutest, softest and proudest boyfriend around fr

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[flowwsblog]

You’re so warm—

Part 2 (final Part)

Timothee!wonka x f!reader

a/n; anddd this is part 2! Thank you guys for all the love on the first one!!

Summary; in which reader ends up falling asleep in Willy’s arms, thank god for late night bathroom trips.

Warnings; fluff only 🤝

“Yes?”

There was a moment where only breaths could be heard. The cold inhale from your nose, exhale vibrating as his arm slid slightly downward.

“It’s cold… I’m cold… are you cold?”

“Yeah, a little.”

A smile crept into his face slowly, as heat rose up your neck.

“Well. I have just the treat for that.” He happily hummed, hand still latched softly onto arm, pulling you in to his room.

Was this real? Were you dreaming? Were you actually going into your friends room in the middle of the cold, lonely night?

“Oh!.. is it chocolate?” You ask in a curious tone. He lets out a hum, closing the door and leading you around the buckets catching the dripping water.

“Maybe? Maybe something better.” You sit on his bed and wait patiently as he turns his attention towards his briefcase. His skilled hands worked at the different buttons, just waiting to create some delicious treat.

You take it upon yourself to lay down while he rambled about ingredients and the response to them.

His soft voice coaxed your eyes to get heavier, as they soon shut.

Willy turned mid-sentence and stopped, he smiled a little to himself. His stomach warming up at the thought of you sleeping in his bed.

He got up as quietly as he could and approached you. He grabbed his thin blanket and pulled it over your body.

He was going to sleep on the floor. No harm in that, right? He wanted to give you your space.

His hand lingered a little, sweeping a piece of hair behind your ear before pulling away. Suddenly your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

You could tell it took him by surprise; “Jesus.. Christ! Y/n you scared me.”

As much as he was ‘scared’, wonka still had that cute little grin on his face. Your squinted eyes gaped at his current form. His smile, his green eyes, the strands of perfectly curled curls dangling from his head.

“Can..”

There was a breath before he hummed in confusion. A little hm?, before leaning down lower to hear you better. His scent filled your nose, cheap laundry soap and chocolate. You sighed softly.

“Can you stay with me?”

He turned back to look at you. His gaze stuck on you. You searched his face for any answer but you couldn’t find it. Almost as if he powered off or something.

Fear and panic suddenly entered your mind. What if he didn’t want this? Your stuttered a bit before saying; “but you don’t have to-“

“No.. no I’ll stay if that’s what.. you want?”

He cursed himself in his head for replying with such a stupid answer. Of course he wanted to stay.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Okay.”

You pulled him down by his arm, that you still had a firm grip on, and pulled him next to you.

He let out a little breath, a breath of satisfaction almost. He carefully slipped his hand out of your warm grip and tugged the ragged blanket out the both of you.

You were feeling a little confident for a moment, I mean you were already in his bed, with him.

You grabbed his wrist again and pulled it over your waist, as you cuddled more into him. He was so warm. Maybe the trip to the bathroom did help after all.

“Oh..thanks?”

“Hm? Did I say something?”

He let out a faint breath;

“I’m warm? Y/n?”

Your face warmed out of embarrassment. You sighed annoyingly before hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

You could feel the movement of his chest, rising and falling from laughing.

“I don’t see what’s funny?” You hum in an annoying tone. Moving your head to look at him with furrowed brows.

“Nothing, nothing, just rest.”

His hand pushed your head back down, as he moved himself closer to your body.

You smiled to yourself a little, as your arm lifted from the blanket to close the remaining space around the both of you by enclosing itself around Willy’s waist.

You cuddled close and felt your eyes get droopy, smiling slightly as you fell into a soft slumber.

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You heard mumbling before hearing the door close, you tried to move but Willy’s arm wrapped too tight around you to do so. You moved your head to gape at his sleeping state.

His curls were messy and soft breaths would exit his mouth here and there, you smiled to yourself; ‘I gotta do more late night bathroom trips.’

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HC of Timmy characters accidentally hurting you/scaring you. Give me the angyst

Let me know if you want me to turn any of these into full fics.

Paul

Paul didn't mean to. He was upset and over people trying to pull him every which way and you happened to try to comfort him.

He was annoyed and just wanted to be alone. You were trying to talk to him. To get him to talk to you.

In his anger, he loses his cool and uses the voice on you. "Just Shut up."

He regrets it the moment that he realizes what he did. Your eyes tear up and you are heartbroken. When Paul goes to grab you, you pull away from him.

"Please. I'm sorry," he whispered brokenly. You scoffed and walked out of the room.

Laurie

To say you were insecure when it came to the March sisters. They were so beautiful and talented and they had known Laurie a lot longer than you had.

You always worried that he would pick them over you and your fears came true when you were in need of Laurie and he was nowhere to be found.

You had just had your second child. Having a toddler and a newborn was stressful enough without your husband gone at the drop of a hat when one of the Marches needed him.

It was a particularly rough day with your toddler whining for Lauire all day and your newborn refusing to lack on to your nipple. You were overwhelmed and you needed Laurie.

He didn't come home until later that evening after the two children were finally settled down. You were exhausted and upset with him And you started fighting. You complained he was never home. He said you were overreacting and that Jo had needed his help and he couldn't abandon her.

"So you can abandon me? Your wife and your children?" Laurie just rolled his eyes and continued to get undressed. But you weren't done you. You continued to fight until you asked him if you cared more about them than he did your family.

In a fit of anger, he shouted "Of course they. Are they my family? I've known them my whole life."

His shouting woke the baby and you shut down. A tear rolled down your face. "Fine, if they are your family then leave and be with them." and then you walked out of the bedroom to tend to your baby.

Hal

Hal was not himself. He was meaner than normal. Everyone walked on eggshells around the King.

You never walked on eggshells. You liked how harsh he was. It was one of the reasons you loved him. And he never turned that harshness onto you.

Until he did one night. He was upset and yelling at everyone. He came into the room throwing things and shouting. You were getting out of the tub when he started.

You had never seen him this upset before. He flipped the table over and tossed his crown to the floor. He didn't know you were in the room.

"Useless staff, useless couriers, useless wife," he ranted tossing things around. You were hurt by his words and before you could argue with him, he tossed a glass vase against the wall and a piece of glass cut your face.

You gasped cupping your cheek. "Hal," you shouted, pulling your hand back and seeing the blood drip down.

Hal is frozen when he sees your bleeding face. He doesn't know what to do or say. All his frustration melts away when he looks at you. His Queen. Hurt and bleeding because of him and his temper.

"My love-" he starts, but you cut him off. "No. Just get out. Now," you ordered.

And for once he listens.

Lee

"Lee?" You questioned in horror as you saw your boyfriend tear into the throat of the man who catcalled you earlier today. Lee froze and turned to face you dropping the now dead man to the ground.

"Baby... what are you doing here?" He asked trying to hide the panic out of his tone.

"I-I-," you couldn't even get your words out. You couldn't stop looking at the blood on his face. Or the body at his feet. Fear froze your blood and you started to shake.

Lee took a step closer to you only for you to take a few to get away from him. "Please," you begged.

"Don't be afraid of me," he begged in return. He could feel his heart breaking looking at the fear in your eyes.

"Don't come any closer," you said tears not running down your face. You couldn't believe what was happening. You had been with Lee for years and you never thought. You felt bile rise in your throat.

"Baby don't be upset with me. Let me explain."

You shook your head and took another step back. And another, until you were running down the street as fast as you could.

Wonka

He didn't mean to upset you. He never wanted to hurt or upset you. You are his life. Everything he does is for your future. So you two can have your dream lives.

So he gets a bit obsessed with his work sometimes. He gets in the zone and does not like to be disturbed. His chocolate making is important to him and he took it very seriously.

But you were his sweet tart and he never meant to yell at you. To imply that his work was more important than you, but that is exactly what he did.

He missed dinner. Not just any dinner but your anniversary dinner. And left you sitting in a restaurant by yourself for an hour. You weren't angry when you left the restaurant. You weren't angry when you arrived at the factory and he was completely shocked to see him.

You were defeated and disappointed. Your tears didn't start to fall until he dismissed you and told you he had a lot of work to do. You cried when you reminded him of your anniversary and he only stared back at you blankly.

It was too much. You asked him if thought about you even once today. Willy was nothing if not truthful and told you no. Not to hurt you, but because it was true. He was in the lab all day and thought of nothing but chocolate.

It was only when you were walking out of the factory and ignoring his pleas did he realized how much he messed up.

Kyle

Kyle was an asshole. That was never in question. He was aloof and rarely thought about other people. You were the only person he truly cared about.

You were his best friend. And unknown to him, the love of his life. He wished he knew that before he fucked up. Before he hooked up with you and then ignored you for two weeks.

He was selfish. He cared about himself and for two weeks he couldn't understand the feelings he felt for you. So he shut down. He refused to talk to you and when you approached him he just turned and walked away.

Your friendship was non-existence and only worsened when he showed up to your birthday party like nothing happened between the two of you with a date.

You took him outside, screaming at him. Calling him every name under the sun. And for his part, he stood back with his arms crossed and smoked a cigarette.

"You are a monster, Kyle Scheible. I love you. You have to know that right? Everyone knows that. But you don't care. You don't care about anyone but yourself. I am done with you and all your selfishness. Don't ever speak to me again."

It was as your tear-streamed face turned away from him that he realized that he loved you and he ruined everything.

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[astairo]

The Baker and The Choclatier II

Wonka (2023) x Reader

Part I

Warnings: fluff, little angst

Y/n was contemplating Willy’s offer. She wanted better than running a bakery to provide for her lousy husband. Gallery Gourmet has been one of Y/n’s dreams since she was little. It would be a shame to turn down such an offer, but she couldn't stop thinking of her husband.

Despite his lousiness, she didn't want to leave him; not like that.

Willy told her to meet him at the station by the end of the week. If she showed, she’d leave to roam the streets of Gallery Gourmet with him; if Y/n didn't, she’d stay miserable. Sometimes Y/n wished she wasn't an empathetic person; it would make decisions like this simpler. Is it better to be selfish than empathetic for once? she thought.

If she goes to Gallery Gourmet with Willy, she’ll leave and risk losing everything. She pondered and pondered about her husband, knowing she wouldn't benefit much if she stayed. She knew leaving was the best choice for a better life. She ultimately decided she was leaving with the strange chocolatier. She decided to be selfish for once.

She gave her husband two days to see if she was carrying on with leaving, only to catch him with a woman at the pub across the street. She didn't care; she was getting on that train to leave it all behind. She was going to be free, and she was going to feel alive. It was time to fulfill some ambitions of hers: to feel loved.

She left him a letter the night before she left. She explained everything, even leaving him the bakery as a source of income. She stood outside her bakery, her home, for the last time. She smiled and picked up her bags, it was time for the adventures that awaited her.

She stood at the station with her head tall and waited for the odd chocolatier. She was startled to feel a tap on her shoulder, turning around for her e/c eyes to find ecstatic green ones. “You actually came!” He beamed as Y/n began to smile. She observed his jumpy behavior. Something about his ecstasy made her happy.

“You managed to convince me,” she admitted, perking up at the whistling of the train. Willy noticed this and grinned, “Are you ready to explore a world of pure imagination with me?” Y/n’s eyes twinkled at his words, “Will it be paradise?” Willy chuckled at her expression, offering his hand to her, “Let’s take a look and find out for ourselves.” She smiled and eagerly took his hand, feeling the fuzzy feeling course through her body once more.

Unfortunately for them, there wasn’t a train that would go straight to Gallery Gourmet. The two found themselves walking out of a station in a town miles away from Y/n’s. They stood waiting in the snow on the side of the road. Y/n couldn’t help but notice the glances Willy sent her way. She liked the feeling of his eyes on her.

After a few moments, she noticed the street light above Willy’s head grow brighter, along with his head perking up. “Are you alright?” She asked, slightly concerned at his expression. He nodded as his eyes trailed off to an approaching delivery truck, “I got an idea.” Y/n’s eyes looked and widened when she realized, “Absolutely not!” Willy chuckled at her exclamation, “It’s the only way to get there other than walking.” He grabbed her wrists despite her protests, running to climb the brick wall the truck was approaching. Y/n tightened her grip on him, causing him to wrap an arm around her waist. She looked at the approaching truck, feeling her legs go uneasy at the thought. Just as the truck approached, the two quickly took a step forward off the wall and onto the truck.

Y/n let out a shaky breath of relief as she settled down onto the roof of the cold truck. She fixed her suitcases, making sure they wouldn’t slide off as the truck moved. “You’re crazy, Wonka,” she chuckled as the adrenaline wore down. Minutes passed and Y/n started to feel cold, the cold air harshly hitting her skin. Willy noticed this and quickly took his magenta coat off, “You’ll need it more than I do.” She felt him drape the coat over his shoulders, warmth enveloping her. Clichè, she thought and smiled, pulling the coat closer to her.

Hours felt like minutes as the two chatted with each other. She smiled and looked up, eyes widening. “Willy, look!” Y/n gasped in awe at the sight. “Gallery Gourmet!” She pointed at the bright town. Willy kept his eyes on her, smiling at the smile she wore, “Absolutely divine.” She smiled brighter when they got inside, “This is unreal, Willy! It hasn’t lost its touch.” He chuckled and grasped a lamp post, using it to get down. He quickly assisted Y/n down after. “Thank you,” she smiled at him. Willy grinned and nodded.

The two walked through the beautiful streets, gawking at the sights. It was the place to be.

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Y/n thanked the vendor before heading back to Willy, balancing two churros and hot chocolates in her hands. As she made her way back, she found him gazing at a big shop in the town’s center. She looked at the shop, smiling at the sight. It was perfect for his chocolate business, but it wasn’t going to be easy to manage alone. She snapped out of her thoughts when a police officer tapped Willy’s shoulder, breaking him from his daydream. “No daydreaming,” the officer spoke, pointing to a three-pound penalty sign.

She giggled and watched as Willy scrambled his pockets for three pounds, ultimately paying his fine. Once the officer left, Y/n walked over and handed him his churro and hot chocolate. He smiled, thanking her for her generosity. The two sat on a bench as they ate, occasionally talking about what to do next. “We need somewhere to stay, Willy,” she spoke as she realized. He nodded as he noticed her worry, quickly reassuring her, “Leave it to me, gumdrop. I’ll figure it out.”

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up at the nickname, “Gumdrop?” Willy chuckled at her flustered state, “You’re as sweet as one, I like to think.” She smiled at his words, “Thank you, Willy. You’re a real charmer.” He flashed her a smile, blushing at the compliment. The two eventually started roaming the streets again, ready for their awaiting adventure.

Y/n suggested dropping their stuff at a nearby lodging house, and Willy quickly agreed. After they had dropped their belongings off, Willy had planned to talk with the shop director. He wanted to talk about the shops, about one shop in particular. Y/n stood to the side of the room as she listened to them converse about the shop. Their negotiation quickly came to a close when the man spoke familiar words, “You can’t get a shop if you don’t sell chocolate, and you can’t sell chocolate without a shop.” This frustrated Willy even more.

“You say that, but how does that help me get a shop?” He snapped. The shop director leaned forward, “Look, Mr. Wonka, I see your dreams have potential, but for you to be rewarded with a shop, especially this one, you need to show me that that dreamt of potential can become reality.” Willy was quiet as he processed the director’s words. “Out of all the people I’ve talked to, you should know, Ms. Y/l/n. Your idea on a chocolate fountain was surreal,” the director spoke once more, causing Willy’s ears to perk up. Y/n nodded and kept her head down, “I’m well aware, sir.”

The next thing she knew was Willy dragging her out of the office. “Why didn't you tell me you’ve been here before? That you’ve been in my shoes?” he snapped in frustration. Y/n looked down in shame, “It was a very long time ago—when young Y/n was childish and immature. Don’t you see, Willy? I’ve grown up now!” She cried. Willy looked at her sympathetically, “But you have so much beauty, talent, and potential—“ “You think I don’t know that?” She cut him off. “I had a plan, Willy. I was going to have the greatest chocolate shop the world had ever seen,” she sadly admitted.

“Then why didn’t you? You were right there! What could’ve stopped you, having you run a bakery instead? What stopped you from being the greatest chocolatier the world would’ve seen?” Willy begged with desperate eyes. Y/n sighed, “It’s stupid—“ “Please, gumdrop,” he begged. She looked up at him, “I met my ex-husband soon after I negotiated on a shop I wanted here.” She sat down on a bench in shame and regret, “I was so close, Willy,” she looked at him, “I just needed to turn in my paperwork.” Her words were shaky as she remembered everything like it was yesterday. “I forgot all about the paperwork,” she admitted. “He took all my time, and I wasn’t able to complete them before the deadline,” her hands clenched into fists as she spoke. “Due to unfinished paperwork, I wasn’t able to get the shop,” her voice trembled at the memories.

“I loved him so much,” she paused, swallowing. “I loved him so much that I gave up on my dream,” she mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact.

Willy looked at her sympathetically, “Do you regret it?” Y/n looked at him, letting out a shaky breath, “Sometimes.” Willy sighed and shook his head, “You shouldn’t have, gumdrop,” he spoke with slight disappointment as he sat down next to her. “I know,” she looked at him with glossy eyes. He quickly embraced her, muttering soft, reassuring words in her ear.

The two stayed embracing for a while before Willy spoke up, “Don’t worry, gumdrop.” Y/n perked up at his words, “What?” Willy looked at her, “I’ll get you that shop, and it’ll be ours to run,” he told her. Y/n’s eyes widened, “But it’s your dream—“ “And I intend to share it with you.” Willy’s words made her eyes water, “Really?” He nodded, “Really.” She sniffled and wrapped her arms around him, tears of joy running down her cheeks.

It was only a matter of time.

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crazy little thing called love

in which a dreamer chocolatier proves to a girl who doesn't believe in dreams that there's a silver lining in every opportunity.

young willy wonka x reader

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[roxygen22]

Lily

"My Little Cocoa Bean" series

Summary: Ben/Bean (age 15) experiences his first major crush.

A/N: Mom/reader is mentioned but not part of the dialog in this one.

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Ben sat across the desk from his father in the factory office. This was typical for a weekday during the school year. He would often work on homework while Willy finished up the day's paperwork before they walked home together. But today, Ben was unusually distracted. He was looking at his paper, but Willy could tell his thoughts were far off elsewhere, especially when he heard the boy sigh.

"What's up, Bean?"

"Huh?" Ben blinked and looked up at his father, shaken from his thoughts. "Oh, uh, nothing," he replied quickly. Willy nodded, though skeptical, and they both turned their attention back to their papers.

Only a handful of minutes passed before Ben sighed once more.

"A double sigh. That's not nothing," Willy quipped.

"Well...I-" Ben rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and blushed as he made eye contact with his father. "There's this girl."

Willy set down his pen and rested his chin on his palm, trying to hide a smile with his fingers. He had wondered when this would happen. "Do tell. Is she pretty?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

Ben rolled his eyes and blushed again. "Yes. She sits in front of me in math class."

"Does she like you, too?" Willy inquired.

"That's the trouble. I don't know and I'm afraid she'll say no if I ask," Ben lamented.

"Ah, I see. But what if she says yes?"

"Well," Ben paused. "That makes me nervous, too."

Willy chuckled. "Quite the conundrum, son."

Ben scoffed and dropped his head into his hands. "I know, I know. What do I do, Papa?"

"Hmm. Well, you either ask and live with whatever her answer may be, or you agonize over what could have been. That is up to you; though, just a little life tip, the latter tends to lead to more regrets."

Ben bit his lip in thought.

"You know, chocolate is a good conversation starter. I could whip up something special, if you'd like?" Willy asked, to which Ben nodded fervently. "Alright!" Willy rubbed his hands together. "Tell me, what is it you like most about...?"

"Lillian, Lily for short. Well...she's sweet. And very smart. She helps me with some of the harder homework problems before class. She has really pretty blue eyes." Ben sighed again. He was certainly under her spell.

Willy put his hand to his chin. "Hmm, yes, I can work with that. I'll have something ready for you tomorrow afternoon when you come by after school."

"Thank you, Papa!"

"Just know, these will be special in that they will be one of a kind, but they won't have any special properties to sway her decision. If she returns your affections, it has to be her choice. And if she says no, you need to respect that."

"I understand, Papa."

"Good lad. Now let's go home to your mother and sister. Your mother probably has better advice about this sort of thing than me, anyway."

"Please, please, PLEASE, just don't tell Charlie yet. She'll just pester me."

Willy mimed zipping his lips, laughing about the dynamic between his children. He clapped Ben on the shoulder. "Maybe wait until after Miss Lily says yes."

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As promised, Willy crafted a beautiful batch of milk chocolates for his son to gift his crush the next day. He painstakingly piped a tiny bouquet of white lilies and a blue bow made of icing onto each candy and wrapped them in a white box, which he also secured with a blue organza bow. He finished up just before Ben was due to swing by after school.

Willy heard the side door open. Assuming it was Ben, he announced, "Special chocolates for a special girl, coming right u-" He stopped when he spun and saw the bewildered look on his son's face. "What's wrong, Bean?"

"She asked me."

"What?"

"Lily asked me if I'm keen on her. She likes me, too. She likes me!" Ben shouted excitedly.

"Aaha! That's great, my boy! Well, then these are ready for you to take to your girlfriend." Willy handed him the wrapped box of chocolates. "But it looks like you won't be needing this for a boost of confidence, then." In his other hand, he held a small sleeve of giraffe milk macaroons.

"Actually, I could really use those for my math test tomorrow. I've had a terrible time paying attention," Ben said through a grin.

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