#oompa loompa

[mysharona1987]

Justice for the Oompa Loompa lady.

[postingjustwhatever]

The Glasgow Willy Wonka experience is the funniest thing ever

[whydidisavethistomyphone]

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[naidje]

nice of mr wonka to invite us over for a singular jelly bean and a quarter cup of lemonade eh luigi?

[itsaaudraw]

mildly obsessed with that glasgow willy wonka experience fiasco it’s so fucking funny

[cece693]

Oh!

Here's a good Willy Wonka 2005 x reader oneshot.

It's an angst/comfort with Willy Wonka having a emotional breakdown as he remembers his mother, who died when he was 4 from a brain tumor, as a cuddles an old sheep doll she had made for him before she died. And it is up to the reader to help comfort him.

I DON'T REMEMBER HER

Willy Wonka x GN! Reader

authors note: Hey, so when I finished writing this, I noticed that there isn't really a romantic element but more of a friendship sort of deal. But, if you squint, it can also be seen as a pre-relationship. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

You haven't been successful in finding the eccentric chocolatier. It wasn't until you entered the Inventing room that you saw him, curled on a plush velvet ottoman at the very end corner of the room. His back was to the door, his signature violet coat hastily thrown to the floor, leaving him in a simple black shirt and trousers.

In his arms, he clutched a small, lumpy sheep doll. Its wool was matted and grey with age, one button eye hung by a thread, and its stuffing was lumpy in all the wrong places.

You approached slowly, and while he didn't look up, you did see his shoulders tense. "Willy?"

"Go away," he mumbled, face pressed into the sheep's tummy. "I'm busy."

You stopped a few feet away, giving him space. "You don't look busy. You look like you need a friend."

A half laugh, half sob escaped him. "A friend? I have the Oompa Loompas. I have my factory. I have her," He held up the sheep doll, his hand trembling violently. "What more could a man need?"

"Who is she?" you asked, nodding at the doll.

He finally turned his head, and the sight made your heart fall. Willy's eyes, usually sparkling with mischief and boyish wonder, were swollen from crying.

"This…this is Wooly," he whispered, his voice cracking. "My mother made her for me. She was a dentist. Terribly boring, but she made wonderful things."

He fell silent, his gaze distant, lost in a memory you couldn't see.

"She had a…a tumor in her brain. I was four. I don't remember much. Not her voice nor her face. It's all blurry," He looked at you then, his eyes pleading for understanding. "But I remember her hands, sewing the ears and eyes. She told me Wooly would keep me safe when she couldn't."

A fresh wave of tears streamed down his face, and he buried his face in the sheep's body. You moved without thinking. You sat down on the edge of the ottoman, close enough that your shoulders were nearly touching.

He stiffened at your proximity, a lifetime of solitude making him wary of touch, but when you didn't move further, he slowly began to relax. After a long moment, you tentatively reached out and placed a hand on his trembling back, rubbing slow, soothing circles.

He didn't pull away. Instead, a choked sob escaped him, and he leaned into your touch just slightly.

"It's not fair," he whispered against the sheep. "I have everything. I have the world's most amazing factory, I have chocolate that can do anything, but I can't…I can't remember her smile."

"You don't have to remember everything clearly for the love to be real, Willy." you said softly, continuing to rub his back.

“But what if…” his voice cracked, fingers tightening around the worn fabric of Wooly, “what if I forget her completely one day? What if she just—” he gestured weakly, like something slipping through his grasp, “—disappears and I'm left wondering if anything was even real?”

You exhaled quietly, your hand never stopping its slow, grounding motion against his back. “Then you hold onto something that is tangible. You said she made Wooly for you. She told you it'd keep you safe.”

A small pause.

“And look at you, Willy. You are safe. You grew up. You built something incredible. You made a place that brings people joy, that makes kids feel like magic is real. She may not be here, and maybe your memories of her aren’t as clear as you wish they were, but her impact is everywhere around you."

Willy sniffed, dragging the sleeve of his shirt across his face in a half hearted attempt to compose himself. It didn’t work very well. His eyes were still red, lashes damp, hair falling messily into his face.

“…I don’t feel very magical right now.” he admitted quietly.

“Yeah, well, even geniuses who build candy empires are allowed to have bad days.” That earned the faintest twitch of his lips.

“And for what it’s worth,” you added, a little more lightly, “I think she’d be pretty proud of you."

[necrosishead]

im sorry i just love them so much

[muffinnley]

Sooo... I made the Willy Wonka Experience guys in acnh

i imagine they'd give you two acnh apples instead of jellybeans :p