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13/12/2023
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(347): we ike ciroccccc we love patroneeeee shost shothosthsothosthostsssss veryboyddddyyyy
(203): go home
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confections confessions
timmy!wonka x reader
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im not back for good but i saw wonka and now its all i can think about so enjoy this i guess lol
Not a request but for my love 😘 @hotchaosemporium
prompt: Every day is the same. She comes to the shop and greets him, he greets her, they pass each other with no other words. About the second week of that he starts to take notice.
Song: strange love by karen o
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I walked up slowly to the brightly colored shop. There was a large cursive w on each door. I could do this. It wasn't much more than a crush but I needed to go in. I needed to face him. And I needed to try one of his confections that I had heard so much about in the past few months. It was stupid to admired him from afar. All I have to do is introduce myself. But somehow. Someway. That just seemed so hard.
I could feel my heart beating against my ribcage as I stepped forward. The bell on the door chimed and my eyes went wide. The entire shop was wonderous, booming with life as people ran around, paying the man at the register before shoving their faces with various sweets. And the smell. My God was the smell intoxicating. It was sweet but not too much, a little musky but also like a clean bakery. It was fresh. I breathed deeply as I stepped further in. Then I saw him, puple coat, brown top hat, curls popping out everywhere, and the most beautiful green-apple-eyes.
"Mr Wonka."
I said, loud enough for him to hear but still fairly bashful. He smiled and tipped his hat as he walked past me.
"Ma'am."
I held my breath as he left me to talk to the little girl at the front door. I just kept moving, letting my feet take me. To make it seem casual. Not so forced. But also, now I was inside. I had to buy something. But I was never one for sweets. Other than him of course.
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I couldn't believe myself. I was just here yesterday. I had only bought one chocolate and left. Avoiding all eye contact but thanking the lovely man at the pay counter. But of course I was back. Because so would he. He was always here. He refused to not be, to miss the magic that could be had. ThE joy of someone tasting his chocolate for the first time. I took a deep breath as I stepped inside again, trying to calm my nerves. There he was, off to the side but walking towards me again. I made a point to pass him.
"Mr Wonka."
I repeated same as yesterday. He tilted his hat the way he had before, a smirk on his lips.
"Ma'am."
I couldn't help smile a bit as I passed to the far end of the shop, faking interest in the shelf full of popping candies and things that looked like butterflies. He had for real seen me this time. And I made a point to notice it. It had ran through my mind all night, keeping me awake. Had he actually seen me? Was he saying something because he felt he had to? Was I just another sovereign in the drawer?
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Two weeks. Two weeks of going into his shop. I always greeted him, passing him by to fake shop, him tipping his hat to me followed by a smile. No other words had ever been exchanged. I always chose one thing, rung out, and handed the candy off to someone on the streets. I still wasn't one for sweets. But I couldn't help it. I had to see him. So I stepped inside. For the fifteenth time. And there he was, eyes bright, smile wide.
But something was different. He wasn't fashioned in his coat and hat. He still wore his patterned scarf and vest but he had skipped the formality. It was refreshing. A small change to our usual. Was I listening to myself? Our usual. Like he had a hand in this delusion. And then it dawned on me. It was just him and I. Alone.
"Ma'am."
He said softly, a half smile creeping to his lips.
"Mr Wonka."
I said strongly before swallowing hard.
"Same time as always."
I nodded slowly, never looking away from his gaze.
"I wanted to thank my most devoted customer. Finally meet you. Officially."
I held my breath. Devoted customer. Right.
"Well mr Wonka, can you blame me?"
He laughed a little and I wanted to melt into a puddle.
"Please, call me willy."
He stepped forward and offered his hand for me to shake.
"Yn."
His hand was soft and warm, but his handshake was light like he was scared to hurt me. Unlike the business men I'd worked with before whose handshakes could break you.
"Well y/n I think it would be rude of me not to offer you anything you desire in this room."
My face went flush, I could feel the heat rising in me and could only imagine how splotchy my neck and cheeks were getting beneath my jacket. All I wanted in this room was him.
"I couldn't possibly -"
I stuttered out but he held his finger up to stop me.
"Surely there is something in here you want. Why else would you be here?"
I took a deep breath.
"Mr Wonka -"
"Willy."
He interrupted.
"Willy... I have a confession to make."
He raised a brow.
"I don't care much for sweets and chocolate."
He looked confused.
"I come here everyday to see you."
He drew his brows.
"But you come in here everyday and buy -"
"Mr Wonka-"
He held up his hand. He looked, angry?
"Y/n why do you come here everyday?"
I could feel tears stinging my eyes. I guess if I'm gonna confess it to myself finally he might as well be here.
"Because I am enamored by you. Mr wonka. You make this town seem so happy and bright. Something I haven't seen in a long time. And then I saw you and I wanted to do good. so I come in, and seeing you makes me smile, so I buy something. And then I hand it off to someone in the streets, someone whose had a bad day or a bad week. And it makes them happy. And then I think of you. And I'd be lying if that feeling hasnt turned into something more."
I wrung my hands out before shoving them in my pockets. I looked down to the floor, shoving my foot deeper against the sparkling pink floor.
"You're beautiful."
He said softly and I snapped my head back up, wide eyed. He was stood in front of me now, merely inches away, hands in his own pockets. I laughed for a second, wiping away tears that had fallen.
"Don't patronize me Mr Wonka, please."
He shook his head and stepped forward, placing his hands firmly on my arms.
"Tell me what it is that you would like."
I sighed, looking between his candy apple eyes.
"You Mr Wonka. I would like you."
I stated blankly and he cracked a smile.
"Now was that so hard?"
He asked and now it was my turn to draw my brows.
"Mr Wonka?"
I could feel his thumbs rubbing against my arm through my jacket.
"Willy."
He said and I laughed.
"I admire you y/n, and I would be grateful if you would keep coming around. Not to buy things, but so we can get to know each other."
I smiled and nodded quickly.
"I would like that a lot."
He dropped his hands from my sides and offered to shake again.
"Then I believe we have a deal."
I shook back, a smirk on my face.
"It would seem so."
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Ford Maverick
#Ford Maverick#modified#stance#tuning#retro rides#tuner#slammed#street#imports#lowered#usdm#70s muscle cars#classic car#fitment#static#vintage cars#347
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Typewriter Series #347. Steamy again. (at Helena, Montana) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqrczsvLBXY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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dec 14
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Akutagawa daily 347/★
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Getting a plushie of this guy after visiting the pokemon aquarium
#347#anorith#pokemon from memory#One of those mons with eyes that stare at you from every angle#But SUCH a cool design#Gen 3 was serving when it came to fossils
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The cosmic reverb of a kiss
can be felt one hundred lightyears
into the future where it is printed
on the wings of a monarch whose flutter
topples a stack of dominoes that
cause a record player to skip and
everyone scrambles for a seat
but we are the last two left on our feet
and we do more than make the best
of an awkward situation we click
a pair of satellite souls suddenly thrust
into each other’s orbit effortlessly
synchronizing and softly spinning
into a series of small steps
that swiftly amount to a giant leap
deep into the uncharted waters
of a unified verse where all the stars
have aligned and gravity loses
its hold and somehow
we still fall.
- Cora Finch
#poetry#love poem#destined#fate#meant to be#butterfly effect#connection#moments#life changing moments#leaps#kiss#falling in love#nature#space#my writing#cora finch#heartsongs#poem#347#The cosmic reverb of a kiss
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[Gideon the First Font: (347): I was blacked out when we met, so basically this will be a blind date.]
#The Locked Tomb#Harrow the Ninth#Gideon the First#Awake Remembrance of These Valiant Dead Kia Hua Ko Te Pai Snap Back to Reality Oops There Goes Gravity#Commander Wake#347
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Hey I'm looking for a Steddie Fic.
Eddie and Steve talk about Steves first time having sex.
It was at a Party (I think he was a Freshman?) And got together with an Cheerleader Senior (if I remember correctly). Eddie then asks Steve if he even really wanted it or just felt like he had to? Smth like that.... and it then goes over to a conversation about (male) consent, that you don't need to have sex if you don't want to and so on...
Hopefully the Infos are enough to find it!
Thanks for your help and Platform ♡
Request 347! I believe that this is and i know that you don’t, but if i ask you if you love me- by fakecharliebrown!
On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40771722/chapters/102162234
Send me an ask if this doesn't sound right & Remember to comment, bookmark, and leave kudos!
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