Howdy! I would like to order something from Willy Wonka (2023) In which Willy unknowingly falls in love with Reader. He consults Noodle (also Lofty) and ends up also realizing that he gets jealous when he sees Reader's interaction with a boy (And sorry if my English is bad! The english it's not my first language)
Thank you for this request, it lowkey made me blush and kick my feet while writing it, and I have a part 2 already lined up if anyone wants that !!
“Are you asking me on a date, William Wonka?” — willy wonka x reader
Summary: Willy confides in Noodle about his growing feelings for you, leading to a revelation of his love. The next day, with Noodle's insight, Willy and you share a moment of intimacy in his room, and he nervously invites you on a date, admitting his feelings.
Pairing: Timothee!Willy Wonka x fem!reader (help never thought I’d be writing this but here we are)
Word count: 758
Warnings: disgustingly innocent fluff and maybe some typos
Part two here!
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Willy quietly made his way though the dusty, creaky hallway of Ms Scrubbit’s penitentiary, to Noodle’s room, as he could still see a faint glow coming from her lantern, a hopeful sign she was still awake.
“Noodle,” he said as he jumped into her presence, startling her slightly.
Noodle looked up from her book, noting the turmoil on Willy’s face.
“Something on your mind?” She asked.
Willy sighed, slumping onto the floor. “Yeah, something. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.”
Noodle, with her licorice wand in hand, responded, “Spill it, Willy. What's on your mind?”
Willy scratched the back of his head. “It’s Y/N. I mean, we’re friends, right? But lately, it’s like… I don’t know.” He trailed off, unsure of if what he was saying even mattered.
Noodle grinned knowingly, “Go on.”
“I just feel like I constantly want her, you know, around.”
Noodle grabbed her pillow and shoved her face in it to conceal a squeal.
“I knew it!” She cheered, “I knew it!”, she repeated herself more quietly, realising it was late at night.
“What?” Willy asked, his curiosity peaked.
“You’re in love.” Noodle smiled.
“Oh, I don’t think I—“ his sentence was cut short by Noodle.
“Imagine her with another man. How does that make you feel?”
Noodle arched an eyebrow. “Willy, you’re a terrible liar. Think about it, and be honest with yourself.”
Willy frowned, pondering Noodle’s words. A subtle realisation dawned on him as he recalled moments when you interacted with others. An undercurrent of unease washed over him. “Alright. Maybe I don’t like it.”
Noodle grinned. “You have to tell her, you have to!”
Willy’s eyes widened, “No! I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” She frowned.
Willy sighed, still grappling with the revelation. “But what if she doesn’t feel the same? What if it ruins everything?”
Noodle chuckled. “You won’t know unless you try. Maybe you should let her decide how she feels.”
After a long chat, Willy and Noodle decided it was best to call it a night, otherwise they’d both be scolded by Ms Scrubbit and Bleacher for being tired or slow or who knows what else.
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The next day, you, along with Willy, Noodle, and the other poor unfortunate souls that were indebted to Ms Scrubbit were up at the crack of dawn, ready for another day of scrubbing, washing, and more scrubbing.
Noodle, with her newfound knowledge of Willy’s feelings for you, couldn’t help but notice you sneaking peaks at Willy, constantly. Every time she caught you looking, she’d go up to Willy and whisper to him, causing quite the unspoken tension between you and him.
Later that night, Willy was sat in his little room, fashioning all kinds of chocolatey creations.
“What could he possibly be up to now?” You spoke, thinking out loud as you stood at his doorway.
“Y/N!” He stood up, his heart racing by your unexpected visit.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” you giggled.
“No, no, you didn’t. I was just caught up in my chocolate musings." Willy smiled, trying to play off the moment.
You couldn't help but be fascinated by the chocolate wonderland around you. Willy, in his element, gestured toward the intricate machines and delicious creations. “This is where the magic happens,” he explained, a spark of passion in his eyes.
As you both leaned in to inspect a particularly intricate chocolate, your hands accidentally brushed against each other. There was a subtle pause, a shared moment of warmth that lingered longer than necessary. Willy felt a tingle down his spine, and for a brief moment, it seemed as if time stood still.
Clearing his throat, Willy broke the silence. “Would you like to try something special?” he offered, holding out a beautifully crafted chocolate truffle.
You accepted it with a smile, savoring the rich taste that melted on your tongue. Willy watched you intently, his eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and something deeper.
“You have a way with chocolate,” you complimented, breaking the spell.
Willy grinned, his usual charismatic demeanor returning. “Well, it is my trade.”
Before you left for the night, Willy hesitated, a nervous energy surrounding him. “I was going to sneak out of here tomorrow, go into town for a bit,” he began, “you’re welcome to join me.”
A playful smile danced on your lips. “Are you asking me on a date, William Wonka?”
He chuckled nervously, “Well, yes, I suppose I am.”
Your heart warmed, and you replied, “I'd love that, Willy.”
