How would each Timmy character react to you being a virgin?
This has been sitting in my drafts.
I wrote this with the idea in mind that you two are already making out/ about to have sex when you tell him.
Paul
Pre water
He would be relieved that he doesn't have to worry so much about comparing himself to a previous partner. He would be happy that you both can experience sex for the first time together. That being said he would be very very nervous. You both are awkward as you undress and Paul is unsure where to put his hands. A lot of giggling in between moans.
Post-Water
Paul is excited to be your first. He likes knowing he would be your one and only. To be honest, he already knew but to see you laid out on his bed, bare and whispering that you are a virgin. He would get off on knowing you are pure and only his. He would be slow and soft, kissing away your tears and praising you for being so perfect for him.
Hal
He is anything but a virgin and knowing you are would give him pause. He would be an overthinker. Make sure that this is something you want. Do you both feel the same around each other? Will there be regrets? He is stunned and moving off of you. He's silent as he thinks about what to do. When you touch his shoulder and say his name after 10 minutes of silence. He turns to you and kisses you deeply. He tells you he loves you and that if you want to wait he will wait. When you say you love him and want to have sex now. He is between your legs instantly. Bringing you two at least two orgasms before he pushes inside of you. He's slow at first, making sure you are fine, but the moment you give him the go-ahead he is rough and biting your neck. He has an ego boast when you cum around his cock, moaning his name.
Willy
He's nervous even more now. He's a virgin and in the back of his mind, he hoped that at least one of you would know what you were doing. He's hopeless about sex. He never thought about it because he never had the desire until he met you. He kisses you and tells you that it's okay and you two can learn together or he could go to the library and get a book. He's a bit shaken so you decide to put it off and wait. Of course, at that time Willy is getting advice from his friends and learning a lot about human anatomy, and reading smutty romance.
When the time does come it isn't something planned. One moment you two are cuddling close and then you kiss him. And you're in his lap and he's moaning and squeezing your waist. He carries you to the bedroom and your clothes are off before you get to the bed. He fumbling a bit. Staring at your naked body in awe. "So beautiful," he says. He's then frantic. Kissing and touching all of you. He's pushing his fingers between your legs. Moaning at how wet you are. And he's grinding against the bed. He's a mess for you. You have to take control and push him back on the bed and slide down his cock. You kiss him to calm him down and when you rotate your hips, he's moaning and thrusting up into you. His fingerprints are bruising into your hips.
Lee
You are getting hot and heavy in his truck when you push his shoulders back and tell him that you are a virgin. The first word out of his mouth is "shit" and he's moving off of you. He just looks at you for a moment before he realizes that he's not saying anything. He's grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. Telling you that everything is fine and there is nothing wrong what that. But he refused to let your first time be in his truck in some shitty park. He starts the car and drives to a hotel. He isn't going to a crappy motel. He is using all the money. He wants it to be special because he loves you.
After getting to the hotel and ordering room service. Le is a nervous wreck. He doesn't want to hurt you. He doesn't want to finish earlier and disappoint you. He's so worked up that he can't even get it up. And then he's upset with himself and near tears. You comfort him and tell him that he's putting too much pressure on it. You don't care about anything but being with him. It's special because you love him.
You two have a great night together without having sex. Only the next night, things get hot in the truck and you end up in the bed of his truck. Lee hugs you close to his chest as he moves inside of you. His lips are on your shoulders, neck, and behind your ear. He's pressing his thumb to your clit and moving so slowly until you are begging him to go faster. Which he is more than happy to oblige.
Kyle
He's barely even listening. He is too busy taking your pants off and burying his face in your cunt. You're giggling and pulling at his hair and telling him again. He stops then and says something stupid like "I've been with a lot of virgins" thinking that would make you feel better. You roll your eyes and just tell him to be slow. He scoffed offended. "Of course I will. I love you and sex isn't fun if one of us isn't enjoying it." He's matter-of-fact about it and you couldn't love him more. So you pull him close and tear his clothes off.
He pulls you close and flips over so you are on top. He wants you to control what's going on so he doesn't hurt you. He first pulls you close and eating you out until your thighs are shaking, then he's fingering you and adding another finger slowly until you are ready. He grabs your hips and helps you as you slide down on his cock. He's groaning and kissing you the whole time. When you both cum, he kisses your forehead and says you are the best fuck of his life.
Elio
Elio is very considerate about it. He's asking if you want to slow down or stop. He's telling you that he loves you and if you want to wait he is happy to wait until you are ready. He's more than happy just cuddling or doing other things that aren't sex. When you do decide to have sex, Elio goes all out. Candles, music, and all the bells and whistles. He kisses your whole body, mumbling praises and how much he loves you. When he pushes into you, he's going slow, giving you one inch at a time until his hips meet yours. Elio kisses your neck and rubs circles into your hips until you loosen up and give him the go-ahead. He's slow and loving the whole time. Whispering his love and desire for you. When you both cum he is pulling out and spreading your legs to eat you out.
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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a/n; thank you guys so much for the love! This is obviously the ending lol but thank you for reading! Don’t forget to leave a little like or note 💞💞
Hi! I absolutely ADORE your Wonka fics 😍 can I request? I would love either a sick fic where the reader is sick and Willy takes care of her or one where she gets injured or faints or whatever
Or just a classic jealousy fic because we all know once his chocolate takes off Willy will be very popular with the ladies aha
Please and thank you I love everything you write btw
Envious; To Be Or Not To Be That Is The Question
Willy Wonka x reader
Words: 1164
Business was booming in the Wonka store.
People were constantly coming in and out and candy was practically flying off the shelves. Willy became busy working in his factory and his shop, but he still always had time for you and you were always grateful for that.
Honestly speaking, you expected this, I mean how could you not? His chocolate was so stupenderrific.
What you didn’t expect, or rather, what you forgot about was the popularity of not just the chocolate but of the man behind the creations.
You noticed it a few times before. The way someone would give him a look or maybe chat with their friends and giggle while staring at Willy Wonka. It didn’t bother you so, because nobody ever really acted on anything and you knew Willy only had his eye on one person.
You.
But today? Today was a little different.
Today you had decided to visit the chocolatier, which wasn’t out of the ordinary for you.
When entering the chocolate store you immediately noticed the crowd. There were people practically everywhere, left and right. But even so, you could easily spot your darling a mile away.
He was currently occupied with customers showing them around the store, no doubt explaining his chocolate to them. Not wanting to interrupt of course, you opted to walking around yourself, snacking on some of the sweet treats here and there.
Munching on a silver lining you neared your partner, while still keeping your distance. You could hear Willy as he enthusiastically explained his methods and you couldn’t help but beam at his passion.
Watching in admiration a comment nearby pulled you out of your daze.
“That Mr.Wonka, his snacks are delicious.” You heard coming from a group of women beside you. You glanced at them quickly, noticing how they were openly gawking.
“His snacks aren’t the only thing that’s delicious,” said another, before they burst into giggles.
You shook your head, rolling your eyes at the remarks. You tried to pay no mind but they continued.
“You are so bad.”
“What? She’s right,” said another, “actually I might take a crack at that.”
You frown slightly, your eyebrows knitting together.
“He’s probably taken.”
“Couldn’t hurt to try.”
“He might be tired of his relationship anyway.”
You squint, growing upset as they continue in their discussions with the occasional laughs. Who talks like that? You watch in annoyance as the group travels to Willy Wonka. Honestly you were upset, but frankly you wanted to see how this all was going to go down.
Picking up a flower dessert the woman saunters to Willy, “gee Mr.Wonka, your ideas are oh so unique. You can really see your pure creativity in each and every one.”
“I would love to come to your factory and…taste test for you,” comments another one of the women butting ahead of her friend.
But Willy doesn’t seem to pick up on her tone, “I apologize but I’m not hiring at the moment.”
Unfortunately the latter woman is persistent.
“No, not for a job,” she laughed resting a hand on his shoulder, while her friends watched on, “I was thinking more of an after hours sort of special taste test.”
Willy stares at her with the same smile still on his lips, “why would you want to do that?”
At this point it’s impossible for you not to laugh at how oblivious he seemed about her advances.
The woman opens her mouth once more but unable to witness any further you stepped in. “Willy!” You exclaimed, gaining his attention along with the small group.
Willy’s smile broadened, expressing a goofy grin as he shifted his body towards you. “Darling! What are you doing here?” He asks enthusiastically, while you place a small kiss on his cheek as you near.
“Oh nothing, just stopping by,” you respond before turning to the group feigning surprise at your own interruption, “oh I’m sorry. I’d like to thank you all for supporting my Willy’s dream. It means the world to me and him that he has your support,” you glance to the last woman taking note of the obscure expression decorating her face.
“Oh did I interrupt?”
“Nope. We were just about done” says Willy. He thanks the attendees before tugging you to the opposite side that’s less crowded.
“You are hilarious…Mr.Wonka,” you tease, your tone light.
His head tilts, clearly confused by your words.
“That woman,” you point with your eyes at the scene you two left behind, “she was desperately flirting.”
Willy’s eyelids lift, his eyes widened at this news, “with who?” He glances around trying to match the suitor.
“With you.”
He bends his hand placing the tips of his fingers on his chest as if questioning, ‘me?’ And you nod in response.
Willy’s lips curled downwards in thought, but then his face contorted to an even more curious one.
“Huh?”
You raise a brow at that, “what?”
“Nothing,” he brushes.
But then, “huh?”
You shake your head, a smile threatening to break through, “that’s a double huh. Spill it.”
Willy shifted to you the smile of his own widening, “did you perhaps…get envious?”
That is not a discussion you were expecting to have at this moment.
“I have no idea what you’re going on about,” you protest, yet the smile on your face expresses something else.
“See I don’t think that’s entirely true,” he pointed out crossing his arms, “because A, your face right now tells me otherwise, and B, you interrupted my tour.”
Willy had a point there. Typically when you came in and he was busy discussing, whether it be with a group or an individual, you always waited until he was absolutely free. However, this time, you did not.
But still…“you’re imagining things,” you tease, your eyes leaving his, unable to willingly admit the facts.
“Uh-huh, okay. Well…”
He leans over faster than you realize, with his lips coming in contact flush against your own. Before he retracts himself.
“It’s flattering that you feel so strongly about me.”
“Yeah, well…yeah,” is all you say bashful enough of your own feelings, “but how could you not notice her advances?” You’re genuinely curious because it all was so obvious.
He shrugged a dazed look on his expression, “I guess it’s easy to give no thought to those things, when I’ve already got something so special with you.”
Feeling your cheeks gain in warmth you glance away clearing your throat in bashfulness, “woah, I thought chocolate was your expertise not cheesiness.”
He laughed along with you, “eh who knows, maybe I can try to branch out into the cheesy side of things.”
You open your mouth but are interrupted by another inquiring customer who gains the chocolatier's attention.
Standing aside and letting him be you observe, pondering on how thankful you are to have found this man.
And suddenly gaining in curiousness…does he get jealous?
Felix shuffled uncomfortably through the library filled with old, Dusty books, at least that's how he'd describe it, he had no clue how you could like such conditions. He spotted Noodle at the front desk, helping a poo- person.
"Noodle?..." He said hesitantly as if he wasn't sure how to address her. "Rich chocolate maker man, how do you do?" Noodle looked up from a book on the counter. "Hi, I need your... expert advice." Noodle eyed him even more confused. "Advice on what?" Felix shifted his gaze back and forth from Noodle. "Love advice." Noodle almost spit out her cup of water onto the book. "one, why do you need love advice? And two why are you asking me?" Felix sighed, fidgiting with his suit tie. "W-well because, you know them." "Oh?" "Oh."
Noodle giggled, her eyes shifting towards you, the extravagant man couldn't hide anything and that included his massive crush on you. "So? Gold or diamond?" "What?" Felix rolled his eyes pulling out two necklaces. "Does (Y/n) like gold or diamond? I didn't know which to get so I just got both. Wait or would they prefer both?" Felix contemplated while Noodle looked at him with a mix of pity and amusement. "Really?" Noodle said causing Felix to tilt his head in confusion. "What?"
Noodle shook her head. "You don't have to but them stuff like that." Even more confusion. "What do you mean? It's gold and diamonds!" Noodle sighed stepping around the counter. "She doesn't want fancy expensive showy gifts." Noodle said waving her hands in the air in a mocking way with her words. "Just give them something from the heart, they'll love it."
"From the heart?"
"Mhmm!"
Felix stared at Noodle, eyes wide while his mind ran wild trying to come up with something.
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"(Y/n!)"
(Y/n) jumped a bit at Felix's shriek, looking over to see him prancing towards them. "Felix! Hey, how- how are you?" Felix made his way to them, standing in a way one could only describe as gentlemanly. After exchanging pleasantries Felix fidgeted nervously with the small box in his hands.
"Uhm I brought you something, this." He held the box out infront of them. It was wrapped in beautiful wrapping paper with a shiny golden bow wrapped around it, probably to make up for the lack of riches he thought the gift held. "Oh, thank you Felix." Felix, you're the only one who addressed him by his first name. He nodded, giving them an awkward smile. "An early Christmas gift. You can open it now!" (Y/n) gave him a sweet smile back before starting to unwrap the present when Felix spoke up again. "Oh! And this, this is from me and Noodle." He handed them another package dressed in beautiful string and doodles, Noodle doodles.
"Thank you, Felix." Unwrapping the first gift you uncovered an array of Chocolates, Fickelgruber chocolates in particular. "I uhm- I wanted to give you some of my specialty, chocolate!" Felix, normally so outspoken, was stuttering. Giving him another thankful smile (Y/n) moved to open the second gift, a copy of your favorite book series. Felix watched the appreciation and happiness fill their eyes as they saw the gifts, wondering how something so simple could make their eyes light up like that.
"Thank you Felix, really I love them." Felix gave their smile back and noticed them bouncing on the balls of their feet a bit. "Sooo do you think you'd wanna eat these with me while I show you all my favorite parts of the books? They're really great I'm sure you'd like them." As Felix agreed he saw that same light in their eyes.
I need a Willy Wonka (Timothée Chalamet version ovi 🙄) Hanahaki Disease fic…
Like could you guys just imagine the angsty vibes yet also the most fluffiest vibes from that?! Like the reader gets sick and decides to slowly just stop helping before also hiding away from Willy as much as she can. While poor Willy over here be all like “I don’t know what happened noodle, one day we were fine and the next she’s avoiding me?!” Then noodle who has obviously figured it out try’s so hard not to tell him at the request of the reader, but then she finds a way to get him to figure it out on his own. When he does obviously he’s running right to the reader to figure it all out.
Like come on?! I must have a fic like this. PLEASE someone, anyone write something along those lines!!!!
Wonka being embarrassed and thinking you'll leave him if you find out he can't read. Angst to fluff pleeasee
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Something sweet with Wonka please
Wordcount: 3.5K+
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Description: Mr. Wonka is a wonderful chef that you can't help but fall in love with until he starts to avoid you and you wonder if only you are in love.
A/N: Hey. I had fun writing this. I love love writing with Wonka. As always my Wonka takes place in the 20-50s so they often speak a bit strange I'm not sure. haha. I am nervous about workshop today, so I wanted to post this before class. They gave me Jack and Rose vibes so I added that picture don't worry they don't die.
Warning: Angst to fluff. Adorable couple. In love. First love. Jealous suitor. InsecureWonka. Kissing. Takes place before the events of the film. Unedited.
“Excuse me, chief. Do you happen to know which one of these doesn’t have cheese in it?” You asked the chef who was facing away from you.
Wonka smiled turning around only to gasp when he made eye contact with you. His eyes widened and his face flushed brightly. You were beautiful, the most beautiful person in the world and he felt his hands grow sweaty.
“Umm. Without cheese you say, miss?" he said wiping his hands on his pants.
You smiled sweetly at him nodding. “Yes, my grandfather can’t have cheese, but he is in love with your cooking,” you said with a laugh.
“Hold on just one second please,” he said, walking back into the kitchen area; but he froze when he looked at the two containers and the labels. He bit his lip and had no idea what they said. He glanced back out of the kitchen into the area where you still stood. You made eye contact with you again, smiling widely and he felt his heart beat faster.
With no other option, he decided to just remake the dish without cheese for you. Well for your grandfather. He was doing this because he wanted one of his shipmates to have something yummy to eat for breakfast. That’s all, nothing more. It has nothing to do with his pounding heart.
“Here you go, miss. I made a fresh serving without cheese for your grandfather. You can never be too safe,” he said with a chuckle.
“Oh, you didn’t have to do that for us,” you said, grabbing the plate from him.
“Nonsense. I wouldn’t be a very good chef if I didn’t take care of everyone,” Wonka said.
“Well, you are very sweet, Mr. Wonka. Thank you very much,” you said. You were adorable and it would be a lie to say it was just your grandfather’s food that had you coming over to him. You thought he was lovely and wanted to have an excuse to see him. “I will let you know what he thinks,” you said, before telling him your name.
“I will look forward to seeing you again…Umm, for your grandfather’s review,” he said blushing.
You laughed and felt your cheeks heat up. “I look forward to seeing you again as well.”
After your first meeting with the chef, you saw him around a lot more. He always made sure you and your grandfather’s food was perfect and was more than happy to walk you back to your room each night. To say you were smitten would be an understatement. The feeling was definitely mutual. Wonka was completely flustered around you. He could barely speak, and his hands were always sweaty. He didn’t want to say he was in love, but he was in love. You spent almost every day together that you could for the last 3 weeks.
Tonight, you two were taking a walk around the ship. With your arms linked together you both stopped at the rails and took in the night sky. You were cold and Willy quickly took off his coat and wrapped it around you.
“Oh, thank you, Willy,” you smiled hiding in his jacket a bit to hide your flaming cheeks. “Won’t you get cold, though?” You asked.
“No, I will be okay. I quite like the cold,” he said softly.
You nodded but still moved closer to him. “Shall we still share? Just to make sure.”
“Oh. Yes. Yes. I-I.. umm yes that be great.” Moving closer to you, he wrapped his arm around your waist and snuggled closer to you. “Is this, okay?” he asked.
“Perfectly okay. More than okay,” you said. “So, tell me about your plans in the city?” You asked.
Willy's eyes widened and his tone filled with passion and excitement as he talked about his dream of owning a chocolate shop at the Galleries Gourmet. He went on to talk about his mother and how much chocolate meant to them both. You couldn’t help yourself, he was just too adorable, leaning forward you kissed and pecked his lips.
His eyes stretched even wider, and you flushed looking down at your feet. You couldn’t believe you did that. Your grandfather would have your head if he realized you were out-kissing boys that you were not courting.
“What was that for?” He whispered.
“Umm. I don’t know. You just looked so cute, and your passion is so infectious, and I just like spending time with you, Mr. Wonka,” you said looking up at him before looking back down.
Willy was quiet for a while. Too long actually. You were starting to think you had messed everything up between the two of you until his grip tightened on your waist and he pressed you against him and crashed his lips back onto yours. Your hands moved up to grip his shoulders and you pulled him closer.
You two kissed passionately and sweetly until the sun started to kiss the horizon and you had to get back to your rooms for a few hours of sleep before he needed to prepare breakfast and you needed to escort your grandfather. You two walked hand and hand back to your room. Silly grins on both of your faces the whole way. When you arrived you, both turned to face each other.
“So, this is your room,” he whispered.
“Yup, this is it,” you said making no move to go into the room.
Wonka grinned leaning down and pressing his lips to yours for another quick kiss. “I like kissing you,” he concluded when he pulled away.
“I very much enjoy kissing you as well. Your lips are soft and lovely.” You chuckled pushing some of his hair behind his ear.
His eyes closed and he snuggled closer to your warmth. You grinned he was adorable, and you loved him so much. Cupping his cheek, you kissed his nose. His eyes popped open, and his green eyes sparked with happiness.
“I will see you in the morning, Mr. Wonka,” you said, taking off his coat and trying to give it to him, but he just pressed it into your hands.
“How about you keep it and return it tomorrow?”
“Is this a ploy to make sure I see you again,” you teased.
“Yes,” he said shamelessly.
“We always see each other,” you pointed out but took his coat.
“Then allow it to keep you warm tonight.”
You nodded, leaning forward once more kissing him into your breath ran out. He pulled away, kissing your hands before stepping back waiting for you to go inside before walking back to his room.
The next morning you had a bounce in your step as you walked with your grandfather to the dining area.
“What has you in such a good mood?” Your grandfather asked.
“Oh, nothing. Just excited for breakfast,” you said, dreamingly thinking about Willy.
“Hmm. It has nothing to do with a certain chef that has a penchant for chocolate?” He asked with a knowing look.
You flushed and turned away from him. “You won’t tell Mama, will you?”
“You are young and in love. I remember being the very same with your grandmother. When I was in the army, she was a nurse. Love at first sight. When I got hurt, she took care of me, reading books to me and nursing me back to health. I told her that the day the war was over I was going to marry her. And I did. We married and ran away together to start our lives and I never regretted it,” he said. “When you meet the one you just know, puppet,” he said, glancing over at a nervous Willy. Who stood in the window from the kitchen into the dining area scanning the room. The moment his eyes connected with yours, he smiled widely and waved happily.
You smiled and turned back to your grandfather kissing his cheek. “I think you are quite right about that.”
When you made your way over to Willy, you smiled and kissed his cheek. His eyes widened but he didn’t complain. “I was wondering if you wanted to take a walk after breakfast?” he asked.
“I would love. I will walk Grandpapa back and then meet you outside the kitchen?”
“Sounds wonderful. Perfectly wonderful,” he said happily.
Willy walked back into the kitchen and couldn’t help but grin and hum happily to himself as he finished breakfast. Everyone that worked in the kitchen could clearly see that he was smitten, and they were all happy for him all but the one other person that longed for your affection.
“Willy, I see you have caught the love bite?” Amaro said, sliding next to Willy.
Willy frowned looking at his arms. “I don’t believe I’ve been bitten by anything?”
Amaro laughed and slapped him on the back. “I mean you are in love with the sweetest person.”
“Oh”-Willy flushed and looked back down at the batter he was making- “Yes, I adore her a lot. She is very sweet. A little bonbon,” he said unable to not gush about you.
“That is lovely. Do you think you will ask her to go to the Galleries with you?”
Willy thought about it a lot last night. He actually thought about it since the first time you two started to get close. He knew about your dreams of meeting people and recording their stories as it fascinated you and he thought you could do that with all the people in the Galleries, but he was too nervous. “Do you think I should?” He asked.
“No,” Amaro said.
“No?” Willy repeated. “Why not?”
“Well, have you told her about your issue? You can’t read Willy. She loves reading. Her nose is always in a book. You’ve met lovely people thus far, but it is a hindrance.”
“You think she would care?” He asked worriedly looking out into the dining room and seeing you sitting across from your grandfather eating but a book was open on your lap.
“Of course, she’ll care. What if she wants your help with her travel log? Wants you to read over them? Reading is clearly important. What if she hated chocolate? It is the same,” Amaro said with a no small amount of joy.
“I suppose you are right. Who would want to be with a man that can’t read?” Willy said dejected.
“I’m sorry, Willy,” Amaro said, walking away with a grin on his face.
After walking your grandfather back to your room, you waited outside the kitchen for Willy excited to spend so much time with him. You wanted to know how he felt about you. You needed to know if he felt the same. You kissed him you hoped he didn’t think you were the sort to go kissing people without deep feelings. You hoped he wasn’t the sort to. So, you stood and waited. And waited And waited. You frowned and looked down at your watch. It had been an hour of you waiting for him and you got worried. You hoped he wasn’t overwhelmed with work or gotten hurt. You were just about to run into the kitchen when the door swung open and Amaro walked out.
“Oh, Amaro. Have you seen Mr. Wonka? I was supposed to meet him, but he hasn’t shown up yet. Is he inside? Is everything okay?” You shot off worriedly.
“Oh, Willy left a long time ago. He said he had important business in his cabin. I’m sorry, he must have forgotten,” he said.
Your shoulders sagged and you frowned. “Oh.” He forgot about you. You couldn’t help the way that stung. You thought he was just as excited about seeing you as you were to see him.
“Oh, don’t be sad. Maybe it was something very important. We are close to where he will be leaving us. He is probably preparing for his departure.” Amaro went on.
“That is true. We are a day or two away. He is closer to his dream. I suppose that is important more important than a silly little meet with me,” You said, ignoring the crack in your voice.
“Would you like to go to the top deck with me? I found this fascinating book and I think you would love it,” He said.
You perked up slightly. “A book you say?”
He nodded wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Yes. I know how much you love reading and I saw it at our last stop and had to get it.”
“I would love to see it. Maybe it will cheer me up.”
“My thoughts exactly,” he said leading you away.
At the same time, Willy paced around his room. He knew it was wrong to miss your meeting, but he was frightened. He loved you, but would you still enjoy his company if you knew the truth about him? Would you want an illiterate partner? He can’t see why anyone would.
He paced and paced and paced. “Willy, you should at least tell her you are sorry for standing her up,” he told himself. “It’s rude. She’s lovely and…. And maybe she won’t care about my not being able to read.” He perked at the thought. Of course, you wouldn’t. He quickly ran out of his room, bumping into people in his quest to find you. He was told you were seen on the top deck and raced to get to you. He was out of breath when he got to the top only to stop when he saw you. Hunched close to Amaro, a book between the two of you as you both read something.
His heart dropped at how happy you looked. You smiled widely and pointed at something in the book that caused Amaro to laugh. Then he turned the page and pointed something out to you that had you throwing your head back laughing freely.
That would never been him. He couldn’t share that joy of a good book with you. He felt tears in his eyes and he was quick to run back down the stairs and all the way back to his room with a broken heart.
Your heart was equally in pain as the next two days, Willy avoided you. He never peeked out of the kitchen anymore. He was never around when you tried to look for him. Amaro assured you that it was not about you, that he was just excited and focusing on leaving. Which didn’t make you feel any better.
Were you not important enough to speak to anymore? Was he really going to leave without speaking with you? As the hours pass you get less hurt and angrier.
You still had his jacket. It mocked you as it lay on your bed and with only hours before you made port and he left forever, you grabbed the jacket and stormed out of your room all the way to his. You knocked on the door harshly and with no care if he was asleep or not.
You knocked and knocked and when you got no answer you almost screamed. Instead, you kicked it and headed towards the top deck. You walked to the railing and grabbed it tightly. You wanted to toss the coat into the sea. You wanted to be rid of it, but you know how much it meant to him. Even as upset as you were, you couldn’t toss it.
“You heartless chocolatier,” you said.
“I’m sorry,” Willy said from behind you.
Gasping, you turned around and clutched the coat close to your chest. “Mr. Wonka. How long have you been up here?”
“A few hours,” he said walking closer to you. Your traitorous heart sped up and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, but instead, he grabbed his coat. And your heart sinks.
“I’ve been meaning to come get this from you. I am sorry if it has been bothersome,” he said, looking at the coat and not you.
“Yes. It has been most bothersome to me. So bothersome, just sitting in my room mocking me. Making me think about you when it seems you have not given a thought about me at all.”
“What?” He shouted. “No. That isn’t true, you are all I think about.”
You scoffed. “Really? You haven’t spoken a word to me in days, Mr. Wonka. We were supposed to meet, and I waited for you for over an hour and you didn’t show. I-I.” You stopped and looked away feeling tears in your eyes. “I thought we had a connection. I thought… I meant something to you,” you said sadly.
Willy's bottom lip wobbled, and he was quick to touch your face gently making you look at him. His eyes were dull and sad. “Of course, you meant something to me. Mean something to me. I care for you very much.”
“Then why have you ignored me? Avoid me?” you said letting the tears fall down your cheeks.
“Oh dear. My sweet Bonbon,” he said, wiping your tears. “I am no good for you. You should be with someone else. Someone like Amaro. You two get along and have so much in common.”
“It is not Amaro that I love,” you said, slapping his hands away. You were sobbing because of him. You were in pain because of him. You were in love because of him and all he can think about is how well you fit with someone else. “Do you not think that we have a thing in common?”
“Not the things that are important to you?” He said sadly taking a step back and putting his coat on.
“What things are those?”
It was his turn to look away. His eyes filled with tears and he’s hands became clammy.
“Well. Don’t I deserve to know why I am being rejected.”
“It is not you who is being rejected, Bonbon,” he said quietly.
“Well, it quite feels like it is.” This time, you moved into his space and touched his cheek. “Please,” you pleaded.
“I cannot read,” he said embarrassedly.
“You cannot read?” You repeated confused.
“No. I have never learned.”
You huffed and kissed him.
Willy was taken back and froze again your lips. You sighed sadly and pulled away. “Did you not hear me?” He asked.
“I read you perfectly well.”
“But you kissed me.”
“I did. And you did not kiss me back.”
He blushed. “it isn’t because I don’t want to. I am just confused.”
“What is there to be confused about? I love you, Mr. Wonka.”
“Still?”
“Did you think I wouldn’t because you wouldn’t read?”
He gave a curl nod.
“Oh, you foolish man. I do not care. I can’t make a lick of chocolate, but do you hold it against me.”
“Well no. Of course not. But reading is different.”
“Not to me. I don’t care if you can read, write, or cook. I like you as you are.”
Willy's heart swelled at your words. “It truly doesn’t bother you. You love reading. And I saw how happy you looked when you were reading with Amaro. I just... I can’t do that with you.”
“Yes, you can,” you chuckled. “I can read it to you. I don’t mind. Or I could teach you if that is something that you want.” You wouldn’t hold it against him if he didn’t want to learn.
“You would teach me? Be with me even though I will struggle?” He asked looking up sheepishly.
“Yes. I would be more than happy to teach you. To be with you. I am very much in love with you. I think I’ve said it thrice now.”
Willy smiled and took your hands in his. “I love you. I love you. I love you. Je t’aime. Te amo, ti amo, Ich Liebe dich, salanghaeyo, Aishitemasue. That is it in every language that I know,” he said affectionately.
You laughed softly hugging him. Willy grabbed you tightly and buried his head into your shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” he said. “I should have gone with my gut and came in and talked to you.”
You nodded pulling back from the hug to stare into his eyes. They were sparkling with love and happiness, and you melted slightly. “Why didn’t you?”
“I was, but I saw you with Amaro and you reading together and I thought about what he said?”
You furrowed your brows. “What did he say?”
“That Women wouldn’t want to be with a man that can’t read,” he said playing with your fingers.”
“He is wrong. At least about me. I don’t care. Mr. Wonka.”
He smiled and quickly pressed his lips to yours. His hands moved to your waist and pulled you closer as he kissed you frantically. You happily kissed him back burying your fingers in his curls and giving them a little tug.
Willy moaned into your mouth and then pulled away in embarrassment. “Sorry, sorry. That was embarrassing,” he said.
“No. It’s okay, really. It’s cute,” you said, grabbing his hands.
“Can I ask you to come to the Galleries with me,” He asked. “I understand if it is too soon, but I just don’t want to be apart from you.”
“I would love to go with you,” you said excitedly.
“Really?” He asked just as excitedly.
“Yes, really.” And then he was kissing you once again.
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Can I make a request for Willy Wonka I know in the movie he can't read and the situation could be where reader has a letter from a family member and is busy and asks Willy to read it out to her but he embarrassingly admits he can't read and reader is understanding and comforts him plz
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Willy Wonka x reader
Words: 960
I feel like you wanted more angst and this wasn’t really angsty 🫣 I hope you still enjoy reading it!
Oh how the months fly.
One moment you’re with your mother, living your regular routine day to day life as the weeks pass you by. And the next you’re living independently, making something of yourself in a unique and lovely town.
Along with this new environment came a new job of course, new friends, and an unexpected new beau.
But after some time spent away from your origins you have to admit you were growing slightly homesick. Which is why you’ve decided to write your mother.
You wrote a quick note, telling her about the good and bad parts of your current job along with Willy Wonka, your sudden suitor.
Two weeks went by and although initially eager to get a response, your mind completely forgot about the letter once you returned to your weekly dues.
That was until one day, when Willy stopped by after retrieving your mail for you.
Hands currently occupied with a frying pan, you instructed him to place the letters on the counter.
But as Willy did so, he noticed an envelope that looked different than the rest.
Its font was not as professionally done and it was a beautiful pastel color. “What about this one?” He asked, picking it up.
Instantly recognizing the color your face lit up. “That’s from my mother! Open it, open it,” you ushered.
“Your mother?”
“Yes, I sent her a letter earlier this month, you know about how things are going, about you…”
The chocolatier raised a brow at this, prompting you to add, “all good things, I promise. But go on,” you repeated.
He looked quizzically at the envelope then back at you, “I don’t know it seems very personal to do that.”
“Are you kidding? I want you to read it, go on now.”
You waited patiently, eyes glued to your food while you heard him breathe out a quiet, “…alright.”
You hear the crinkle of the envelope as he breaks it open with his finger.
He holds out a, “hmm,” for an unusual amount of time causing you to turn to him. His eyes were squinted and his eyebrows were forced down with the crease in the center deepening as he held the paper in both of his hands.
You mirrored his expression confused by what was going on?
Does it say something weird? Is it bad news?
“What? What is it?” You ask, growing anxious by the moment. Finally he closes the letter, placing it back on the counter.
“There’s something I should probably tell you. Or maybe something I should’ve told you about before. Well frankly it’s not that important,” he brushed off, “although others tell me otherwise,” he runs on, beginning to converse with himself near the end.
“Willy,” you turn the stove handle on low for a moment, leaving your food and focusing your attention and your body on the boy, now concerned, “what’s going on?”
You watched him press his lips together with an embarrassed smile creeping onto his face. This was unlike him, he rarely gets bashful at least not in front of you.
But then he spat it out, “Actually I…don’t know how to read.”
Your eyebrow muscles pull down while your nose scrunches, “you don’t know how to read?”
“No…” you looked at him waiting for him to explain more and he seemed to understand your lack of words, “I devoted all of my education to chocolate.”
“But reading is sort of important.”
“I’m beginning to notice that around here, yes.”
You stand, face still expressing shock, and you can tell he’s ready to move further. “I don’t know how to read, okay.”
You suck in a breath before releasing it realizing that maybe your reaction was not the most rational.
“I’m sorry Willy. I’ll admit that wasn’t the best response, I was just surprised that’s all.”
You two mull in silence for a moment as you try to formulate your next thoughts but he seems to have thoughts of his own.
“Does it feel strange for you to be with a man who can’t read?”
You shake your head in a second, “of course not! It doesn’t feel strange at all. Although it can be rare, there are some people, even older, who never learned how to read. I’m actually impressed by how much success you’ve gained without the skill.”
Willy’s ears perked up as you expressed admiration.
But still you knew how important the skill was around here.
“It’s fine if the answer is no, but I’m curious, have you ever considered learning?”
“Initially no,” he explains, “but as I found out how unusual it is, I’m starting to believe that I should.”
“Hm. Well If you truly wanted to learn, I could always teach you.”
Finishing your meal up, you split it, placing it on two plates nearby before bringing it over to him and setting one plate in front of him then placing the other in your spot.
One side of his lip tugged slightly, “wouldn’t that be odd?”
“Odd? Maybe. But I think it could be fun!”
He grins at your optimism that he usually displayed. “I guess, we could give it a go.”
You clasp your hands together in contentment. “Terrific! We can start tomorrow,” you beam at him and his expression finally mirrors your enthusiasm before it turns to remembering.
“Oh here,” he hands you the letter that started this whole discussion, “read it.”
You take the letter and instead of reading it you position yourself beside him, “here how about I read it and you follow along with where my finger is so you can see where I’m reading.”
He nods l in agreement while you begin and he follows along as you delve into the writings from your mother.
