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January 2023: I’m currently going to be more active on my writing blog and taking a break from this one 😘
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May 2024: I most likely won’t be active here anymore. I’ll be sure to check in once in a while! Good luck to fellow viewers and anons, CHA is officially moving out of here 💕
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Hey just to let y’all know I am/was @sufferingstarlight my account was terminated. I am working on getting it back. I’m sorry if anyone I was talking to thought I was ghosting them.
Don’t worry just yet, guys! @sufferingstarlight’s blog disappears every now and then. It usually comes back around a day or two—maybe more. Don’t lose hope just yet!
“You’re so sweet, so savory…the perfect combination.” “(On the bed throwing rose petals at him) Willy, eyes on me and not the chocolate.”
Could you do one where Willy (Or Timothée, really doesn’t matter) spends Christmas with reader and he gets emotional because he’s been stressed all week and reader comforts him, saying that he’s the perfect gift for her as he lost track and didn’t get her a present.
Live laugh love you, choupette ❤️❤️
Best Gift
Info - embarrassment, busy schedule, feeling like a bad boyfriend
The day had been so busy that it hadn’t even registered to me as a holiday. I had pleaded to not work Christmas Eve but there had been no budging. I hadn’t been able to say goodnight to you. You hadn’t been up for the premiere, and I didn’t have the heart to make you come out on Christmas Eve.
You had stayed with your parents for a bit. I was happy to see you were in bed by the time I’d gotten home. I’d slipped into the warmth of the covers and pulled her to me.
I placed a kiss or two on your neck and fell into a fitful sleep. I loved the feeling of yout soft skin on mine. She smelled delicious and the morning was still dark, I couldn’t help but kiss and kiss.
“Timothée,” you giggled. “Merry Christmas my love.”
“Oh merry Christmas,” I replied.
“And a happy Hanukkah,” you continued.
“Yes, that too,” I murmured. I was lost in the taste of you. You were trying to say something, but I just wanted to hold and kiss you.
“Timothée,” you tried through adorable laughs.
“Why can’t you just let me enjoy you?” I sighed.
“Because I am beyond excited to give you the ring I designed for you,” you said, struggling away from me and going to the bedside table.
I froze at the words. I was still solid when you turned to me with a giant smile. You placed the purple velvet ring box in my hand.
“Come on,” you urged and opened the box. The ring was gorgeous. The intricate design of a tree with blue gems set in as flowers on the metal branches. It was a unique creation and so special.
“Don’t you like it? I spent months sketching it out and going to jewellers-“
I began to cry. I felt the tears begin to overflow and fill my eyes. I was gulping down shame. I couldn’t even look at her.
“What’s the matter? I can get you something else,” she said with worry.
“It’s not that. Baby, I-I completely forgot. I didn’t even realise until now, but I don’t have a gift for you. I feel like the worst boyfriend in the whole world,” I sobbed.
“Ohhhhh baby,” you said gently. You pulled me onto your chest. I held the ring to my lips. My chin trembled as salt water dripped onto the metal.
“Shhhh, you’re the only gift I need,” you whispered.
“I’m sorry-“
“No, don’t even start. I am just so happy to have you home. I don’t need a gift when I have you,” you said. I relaxed somewhat. You kissed my forehead over and over and played with my hair.
“You did wonderfully Mon amour. I promise I’ll get you something,” I said earnestly.
“Sure, maybe sometime, but for right now just stay in my arms.”
I'd rather not share my irl name but the name I give at coffee shops (since mine is hard to pronounce where I live lol) is Lily and it had these results.
Not too surprising overall. I love the poem though.
Anyway, i'm tagging @witchoverlord @five-potatoes-high @hawt-pants-exe No pressure though!
I don’t like or wanted to use my irl name and as hawt pants wasn’t even popping in the Pinterest so I used my another username which I use in competitive games which starts with the word “sassy” I know it sounds cringe but hey blame my teenage self not this adult self 👻
No pressure tags @tragic-cosmic-magic @trenchcoat-of-bees @alittleannihilati0n @piratesknewmystars @rainbowpopeworld @im-the-son-of-rage-and-lov3 @starryfox0 + whoever wants to 🐍
Omg wait this looks fun, ima see what comes up with different names— I’m only gonna show Caiseal though bc it’s my favorite name at the mo and I don’t use it irl very often
I Really like this.
Tagging: @the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see @shittygaypornmagazine @yris-latteyi @geolato @softseaeyes @necromancers-incorporated and anyone who’s like to join!!!
I love this! I won't say if I used my irl name or not, but it kinda does match my aesthetic and I didn't expect it to!
Thanks for the tag >;), passing it to: @lordmorzan @marimo331 @yourlocaldragondealer @tiredneutron @dracolupus628 @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @magicandmundane and every gay out there that wants to (because if you wanna do this you are gay c'mon)
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.
I’ll hold off on Timothée posts. I don’t want to start an argument of some kind right now, but I’ll get part two of my Wonka fic out by the end of this week. 😬
