Anon asked: Could you maybe? Do a Willy Wonka x short curvy reader? Where the reader is insecure about her body and height? Just a bunch of fluff? Please ❤️
Of course anon! I wasn’t sure which Wonka to do, so I did the newest version. I hope you enjoy!
Wonka X !Short !Curvy !Fem Reader: Plump as a Sugarplum
Why were you feeling like this now?
After years of working together, helping him run the chocolate factory, brainstorming ideas and ways to improve products. Never did you feel like you do now. You felt confident and so sure, but now...that was all gone.
Now...now you don’t feel as sure, as pretty...not good enough for him...because you fell in love with him...like the fool you were. He hasn’t shown interest in the years of working together. Yes, you have a good work relationship and you’re good friends with the man, but anything past that? If he wanted to pursue something he would’ve and yet here you are in love with the damn choclatier still.
Biting your lip, you looked at your reflection in your bedroom mirror. You’ve always been shorter and more curvatious than most and you were fine with that...were.
Now it just seemed like an obstacle...in your mind this was why he didn’t pursue anything with you. No matter how many good and positive thoughts you put in your head, they all tumbled out and the only thing left was your stature, your short, curvy body that you used to love being the culpurt to your one-sided love with the chocolatier.
Sighing in frustruation, you turned away and tried to reset your mind as you dressed for another day of work. You’ll sort your negative thoughts out later, now it was time for business.
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“Not too much sugarcane! We need exactly three cups for the sugarplums to have that perfect sweet factor.” I remind Lofty as we taste the first batch of sugarplums of the season.
He nods and turns to tell the others in their native language. Turning back to me he grins. “You know, that’s what he calls you.” That setnence caused me to choke on the sugarplum I had in my mouth making Lofty laugh. After pounding my chest and wiping some tears from my eyes I glare down at him.
“He does not! Now you’re just trying to cause trouble.” I feel my round cheeks flush as I sigh and pretend to oversee the other workers.
“For once, I’m not Y/N, that’s what he calls you, he doesn’t say it in front of you because he’s also stubborn and won’t admit his feelings.” My eyes widen at his statement.
“I-I don’t-.” Lofty cuts me off with a scoff. “You’re not good at hiding your feelings Y/N, everyone here can see you love the man, except him apparently.” I feel my body slump as I sit down on the groun my soft back against the wall.
“Lofty...” I sigh and look over at my friend and before I could start my running thoughts, a cheerful voice broke through.
“Y/N, where’s that smile I like so much? You look positvely miserable right now.” My eyes shot up to see Wonka there a smile on his face, but his eyes showing concern. Clearning my throat I put on my work smile and get up smoothing my skirt. “I’m fine, just venting to a friend is all.” I see his smile drop a fraction as his eyes dart between Lofty and I. “I thought we were friends Y/N, why didn’t you come to me to vent?” I could see his eyes change intensity and before I knew it, he grabbed my hand and started taking me toward his office. Looking back at Lofty, he just stood there with a cheeky grin and waved at me.
Shutting his office door, he turned to me. “Okay, now vent.” I raised my brow and shook my head. “Willy I’m fine! Look, I have to get back to the sugarplums okay? They’re the first batch of the season and if they turn out wr-.” My rambling was cut short by the chocolatier pulling me close, his arms wrapping around my soft body.
“I don’t care about anything else right now but you Y/N...you’ve changed lately and that scares me.” I feel his arms tighten around my middle. “You’re not laughing as much, the twinkle in your eye is dull and you’ve been hiding.”
“I-I’m right here-.” He cuts me off. “No Y/N, you’ve been hiding yourself, under these..” He grips the fabric of my overly huge sweater. “These overly big sweaters, it’s not like you! Your bright sundresses, your wacky shirts, the clothing that shows me the real you Y/N! Why are you hiding...you never hid before, it’s not like you.
His words struck something in me as I stood there, wrapped in his embrace. He noticed...but why. Was Lofty right? I hesitantly wrapped my arms around him. He was being vulnerable with me, telling me how he felt, I needed to get this off my chest once and for all, because I was hiding.
“I-I was hiding because of you...I...I love you, more than a friend...more than anything and I-I thought that it was because of my short stature...a-and how curiver...bigger I am than the other women around the city that you never showed interest in me and t-that might still be the case, but I just needed to let you know that.” I let out a sigh of releif after confessing something of that magnitude to him.
He pulls back, cupping my round face in his hands as he looks at me with such a fondness that my cheeks flush at the intensity of his gaze.
“I guess Lofty was right,” He started. “I was a fool to wait so long to tell my sugarplum how I really felt.”
“Y-You do call me that...” He let out a laugh and pulled me closer. “I do Y/N...I guess we both were fools huh?” I felt his fingers run themselves through my hair as I relaxed more into his hold. “You’ve always been my sugarplum...your intelect, wit, imagination, you as a person just drew me in. I adore everything about you Y/N...your short stature, your curiver body, it reminds me of a sugarplum: short, sweet, soft and all mine.” His lips captured mine and I knew he could taste the reminants of the sugarplum I sampled earlier as I felt a smirk form on his lips as he deepened the kiss.
