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True Love’s Kiss

Ben Poindexter x reader

Words: 788

Author's note: I feel like I haven’t written for Dex in years!!! Anyways I’m in my Dex era again so feel free to request for him. This was based on a prompt I found somewhere that said, Smooching them all over the face, because that's the only thing that gets them to wake up

To this day there were times when Dex couldn’t believe you were right there in front of him.

To him you were so beautiful, so captivating, so untouchable. Yet here he was, his face only a few inches apart from your own as he waited for you to wake.

The day was stressful for Dex, and knowing that, the moment you two arrived from work you settled in comfy clothes before convincing him to take a small nap together to relax. Despite this plan derailing him from his usual routine, he wasn’t upset, he could never grow upset when spending time with you.

While Dex woke up earlier than anticipated, his intent was to let you rest some more, but as he continued staring at every detail that decorated every feature on your face, his lips became like a magnet as they were unconsciously drawn to your cheek.

He reached your cheek with a kiss. It was a soft kiss, a soft, calm and quiet kiss.

His heart quickened slightly as he retracted. You looked so tranquil he felt a little bit of nervousness in his actions.

Once again though, just as before his lips met your face, this time slightly higher onto your cheekbone. As his lips rested there for a mere moment he felt your face twitch and he cautiously leaned back.

But still, you were relaxed. Now Dex was starting to feel a little cheeky as he began to wonder how many kisses it would take for you to wake up. So, he placed his next kiss on your nose, which twitched just as your cheekbone had done.

When he distanced himself this time, his eyes fell to your lips and again he began to feel those jitters from earlier. He’s kissed your lips hundreds of times before, but right now, in this moment it felt like a whole new experience.

Especially as he quickly realized how much this scenario was reminding him of a cursed sleeping princess. You were the gorgeous princess that needed awakening from true love’s kiss. Did that make him the prince?

Dex hardly felt like the prince, if anything he considered himself to relate more to the beast in beauty in the beast, or maybe the ogre in shrek. Did he really have the right to lay here and kiss the alluring princess? But still even those characters got their princesses in the end.

Before Dex could spiral down the self-deprecation hole any further he glanced at your face as a whole reminding himself of how happy he was. He was happy you were in his life, happy you chose him, happy you were right in front of him.

He loved you. And no one would ever love you as much as he did.

With that thought he finally leaned in again, his lips finding their place against yours.

Just as all the others it was a chaste, simple kiss.

As his lips were to yours he felt your mouth curve a tiny bit before he felt them press back against his.

But again your lips broke into a smile causing him to retract once again.

He stared while you looked back at him with a cheesy grin now taking over your expression.

As if you had just read his mind you sigh, “…my prince, you saved me.”

Dex’s face matches yours and after a moment of consideration he followed you, “of course. Anything for my princess,” he replied, making you giggle before you reached out brushing your hand down his face, “now close your eyes, I wanna be the one to save you.”

Dex thought the whole idea a little silly but he did so anyway.

As per instruction Dex lay on his back, his hands atop one another as they rested on his stomach. His face remained neutral apart from the tiniest of curves that were threatening to break on his lips. He felt movement on your end of the bed and he waited.

…and waited.

And when nothing happened, he opened one eye catching you lying again on your side looking right back at him with a goofy smile on.

“Hey,” he said, eyes both open now.

“What? I didn’t say when I’d break the spell.”

Smile growing, he propped up, turning to his side and resting on his shoulder, “oh you’re going to break this spell, right now,” he said quickly lowering himself to your level and practically stealing a kiss. This time with a little more affection as he held one hand to your chin, cradling it so carefully.

You were going to argue against the unwarranted kiss but you were so captivated by his lips that you decided to let him go.

This time.

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takenbypeter · 8 days

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I am entering my Ben Poindexter era again so if anyone wants bullseyes fics my requests are open only for him 😉

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takenbypeter · 8 days

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omggggggg i have AMAZING wonka fic ideaaaaaa!

What if wonka and reader have been working together a lot lately (platonic relationship) and Willy has noticed that y/n is scratching her arms a lot but he can't see anything bc of her sleeves and so one day he catches her like, wrapping her arms or smth bc shes allergic to the soap they use to wash the stuff and she keeps scratching themmm! so then he like, helps her wrap them and then later when they wash stuff if he sees her scratching her arms he just takes her hand XDD (platonic relationship plsss) THANK YOU!

Prickling Irritation

Willy Wonka x reader (platonic)

Words: 636

You couldn’t take it anymore. This dusty old bedroom, the dripping wet laundry every day, the soap that irritated your skin. You couldn’t do it!

But you had to, all because you forgot to read the fine print. That’s how you ended up here at Scrubbit’s, darn that fine print!

It’s only been about a month since you’ve been stuck here, and already you weren’t the newest member of the crew. The latest member who joined was a chocolatier who went by the name of Willy Wonka.

He was unlike any who joined before, he was ambitious and bold in his speech, at first it was amusing, but as he continued, he was quite motivating.

However, you would prefer not to do anything that got you into further trouble so here you worked at Scrubbit’s giving up on a way out.

Although it sucked, the work wasn’t the worst of it, no, the worst of it was the fact that you of course had to be allergic to the laundry soap used for the sheets.

Before here, you weren’t even aware of such an allergy yet ever since being stuck here you noticed how itchy your arms would get and of course with itchiness came redness.

“Ugh,” you groaned as you rubbed your forearms not wanting to itch them any longer. After a whole day of washing clothes they were prickling with every touch. Giving them a final itch, you slap them before grabbing a cloth.

Holding one your forearm up against the small desk you place the cloth underneath and holding one side with your mouth you try to wrap it around and tie it, without much success.

“Uh!” You grunt in annoyance at your lack of accomplishment. That’s when Willy happened to walk by your doorway.

“Hey what’s going on here?” He asked first taking note of your position before spotting your arms which were practically red from scratching.

You shake your head immediately pulling the sleeves from your shirt down, “oh nothing, I’m just allergic to the soap we use but it’s no biggie, I’ll manage,” you let out with a smile.

Apparently that wasn’t a good enough explanation for the boy because he took it upon himself to enter your room and hold a hand towards you, “let me,” he instructs and at that point you figure, why not? So you hand over the cloth.

“Here,” he stands opposite you and pulls your hand towards him before placing the cloth underneath it. Carefully he wraps it around, not too tight, before securing it correctly.

Without a word he holds out his own hand and you hand him the other cloth as he repeats the process.

“There, all done.”

You glance at both of your arms before turning back to him, “thank you.”

He grins with a single nod, “anything for a fellow hostage of Scrubbit’s.”

You share a small laugh and bid your goodnights, your arms itchiness letting up a tiny bit as you hoped the next day would be better than the last.

But much like the last it was similar as you woke up just as you do every day since being in this hell driven place.

Waking up, you get ready and clock in for work. After a few hours of washing laundry and the soap drying against your skin you begin to feel it again. You reach up scratching just a little, trying to relieve the itch.

You hadn’t even realized you’ve done it, until you felt Willy reach out to stop you, and you do, shooting him a thankful smile as you try to return to your work.

This whole situation was not the most ideal, but it’s the situation you were in. You were just glad you had a good friend like Willy there with you.

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Could I request a Wonka x fem reader? Where it’s the fire scene and maybe she spots like a box or cart of chocolate that hasn’t been tainted by the evils and she is determined to save it even if she’s jumping into the fire and putting her life at risk? Willy is horrified (you can choose if he saves her or if she’s one of those damsels not in distress) but it ends happy and she survived and they talk about it afterwards? Like he can’t believe she would risk her life and she knows how important the chocolate is to him and so she’d do anything for him. Thanks!

Some Risks Are Worth It

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 1020

He didn’t deserve this.

You knew the chocolatier for only a short time, having enjoyed the joy his chocolate brought to you and as well as others, but you knew him enough to know he didn’t deserve this. The way the crowd turned on him, it just wasn’t right.

You weren’t amazingly close with the man, however, you knew him from only recent times as you, along with a few others helped in the making of his new shop. Despite not being close you knew his chocolate, it meant something. It meant something to anyone who tried it and you were one of those people.

Maybe it was that conviction that made you do what you did next.

You stood beside him, in horror as the fire raged and smoke filled the room.

Eyes looking at the destruction that was currently taking place, your eyes stopped hovering over a sight that looked brighter than the others.

“We gotta get out of here,” he said, grabbing your head and pulling you towards the door.

“Wait, I see something,” you say and he ignores your pleas, “let’s go.”

Although you want to listen to the boy you find some things are more important, you pull away from him heading in the opposite direction.

Willy stops as soon as he feels your hand slip and for a moment you look back at him, noticing how his eyes pleaded, silently. “Go, I’ll meet you out there!” You shout as he takes a step forward but a burning product practically falls from the ahead cutting him off from you.

He would’ve stayed, he would’ve helped if Chucklesworth hadn’t run back in to guide him out ignoring his requests.

‘Where was it?’ You thought recalling where you last viewed the colorful item. You ran through a bit of smoke, before you pinpointed exactly where you saw it. It only took you a second to spot it and grab it, “gotcha,” you exclaimed before another piece of wood crashed from the sky.

Luckily there was another way out.

Willy on the other hand was stuck outside along with the others. He could only imagine the worst as he held his eyes glued to the scene. “That’s it I’m going in!” He shouted taking steps while the others went to hold him back.

Luckily they didn’t have to restrain him too long as you emerged shortly.

They let him go and he ran to you, kneeling down as you coughed hunched over with your hands on your knees.

After you let out some nasty coughs you held an item up, “I got it,” you breathe out. Willy takes the time before realizing what it was.

It was a box of his newest candy, chocolate moose.

“You went back for this?…why on earth would you go back for this?”

You glanced down wondering how you were going to explain this one, “look I know you’re upset because of your shop—“

“My shop? Do you know how worried we were? How scared we were?” He scoffs and walks a ways away, clearly upset.

You’ve never seen him this way, frankly you didn’t even believe he could get this way.

You look back at the others, who share a look before Abacus is the one to speak up, “he was really worried. He was going to go back in for you.”

You glanced back at Willy who was pinching his nose in no doubt frustration. “I’ll be back,” you announce, following the boys footsteps.

“Willy?” You ask approaching him.

“You risked your life…for chocolate,” he laughed at the situation before turning to you with a much more serious expression, “what if you died?”

“But I didn’t.”

“But what if you did? I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I had a part in that.”

Your lip tightened into a straight line having not thought of that before, “I’m sorry.”

He lets out a breath of his own coming to terms with what happened, happened. “Why did you even grab that?” He asks now eyeing the chocolate.

You peered down at the chocolate in your hands, the one that apparently meant so much you’d risk your life for it.

“Everything was burning down, all our hard work, it was just gone. When I saw this,” you lifted it up, “it helped me to believe that it wasn’t all gone. We have something. This is our new starting point, it’s our hope. And you all worked so hard on it. Willy, do you know how much joy your chocolate has brought into people's lives. The people need things like this.” Finally you lower the box of delicacies, “and I wasn’t going to let some fire stand in the way of happiness.”

Wonka meets your eyes, seeming to come to some sort of understanding, “does my happiness mean that much to you?” He asked genuinely curious.

“Yes of course. I care about you and I just want you to be happy.”

He breathed out another sigh, he knew you meant it in the best way. The action was actually very sweet to him. He just didn’t know what he would do if he lost you.

“Okay, what’s done is done,” he pushes the box lower, “just try to keep in mind, having you be in my life brings me much more happiness than chocolate ever could.”

That was not something you were expecting from all this. Of course you knew he cared about you but more than chocolate? You thought he cared about the dessert far more than everything else. But apparently you were wrong.

“Why, Wonka, careful you might give the wrong impression if you keep talking like that.”

He smiles for the first time since the incident, “or maybe I’d give off the right impression.”

Suddenly finding yourself with a frog in your throat at the abrupt suddenness of the boy you turn your whole body towards him immediately noticing the darkness of his cheeks.

“Let’s join the others, they're waiting for us,” he says sliding past you and it took you a moment to recollect yourself and follow the man.

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takenbypeter · 8 days

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hi! LOVE your wonka work! wondering if I could ask a wonka fic where wonka is looking for y/n so him, noodle, and y/n can go sell chocolate. Wonka finds y/n having a panic attack in some kind of secluded area or smth bc she didn't want to show/tell any of her friends? and then Wonka helps her through it (breathing together, using pure imagination, etc)? then after she's calmed down Noodle walks in with them and they kinda have like a brother-sister-sister moment together :) up to youuu!

Support

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 606

“Oh god I can’t do this,” you whispered eyes peeking from around the corner at the crowd bustling through the galleria.

You know you were the one to ask in joining Mr.Wonka in selling chocolates today along with Noodle. But now, seeing all the exhausted, angry, tired faces as people passed in the streets you suddenly realized you sort of miss all the laundry.

It wouldn’t be all so bad if they were all strangers, however, some of these people you saw just about everyday. Whether it be at the bank, or the store, these were people you saw in your daily life, and you were not a people person. You were not a crowd person. You were a—I’m not going to bother anyone and keep my head down—sort of person.

Genuinely you didn’t think you were going to react this badly. You felt fine when you’d agreed the evening before, but of course you this morning you felt slight nerves, however, that was nothing compared to the flips your stomach was doing now.

Taking one last peek you quickly ducked back, putting a hand to your chest to control your breathing that was starting to feel unnatural.

Taking a breath you heard a voice cry out, “are you here?”

Wonka.

He was calling your name. You wanted to gain the chocolatier’s attention with the least amount of attraction but your body was no longer listening to your brain as you were glued to the wall.

But luckily he spotted you as he was just about to pass the alleyway.

As he approaches you fervently shake your head back and forth, “too many people. Too many faces. I can’t do it,” you breathe out finding your breath coming out a little bit shorter than desired.

He bends in front of you trying to meet your eyes, but you shut them, “hey look at me,” he says voice low and calm, and you do as told opening them only to be met with his big chocolate colored eyes.

“Hey just breathe for me, can you do that?”

It looks like you’re unable to, prompting him to reach down finding your hand and holding it in his, “just breathe in,” he demonstrates, “and out,” he exhales. He does this a few more times and you follow along, your breathes slowing to a more consistent pace.

“This,” he says head jabbing towards the crowd, “this job looks easy but it’s not always so. After the nerves settle and more time is spent on each sell, it becomes easier almost like second nature. But you know what helped me the most?” He asked waiting for a response.

Unable to even give the question much thought you shake your head in a much more controlled manner this time, “a good support system. I didn’t do everything alone, I had a good support system. And now, we’ll be each other’s support system. I promise you, you don’t have to do this alone,” he releases your hand and holds his own up with his pinky out almost as if to say he pinky swears without actually saying the words, “we’ll do it together.”

Hand reacting to his you reach up looping your inner around his.

Right when your hands meet, Noodle runs up. “There you are guys, is everything alright?” She asks no doubt curious as to why your fingers were intertwined.

“Yes everything’s perfect,” you announce turning your attention away from Willy and to her, “let’s go sell some chocolate.”

You know it’s not going to be easy but like Willy said, with a good support system you can do anything.

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hiii! can i request a chalamet!wonka x fem!reader where they’re childhood best friends and have grown up on the ship together and get stuck at scrubbit’s together?? and willy is super upset he got them into this mess and they’re stuck in own room (with one bed 🤭🤟) and fluff and confessions happen

Share This Moment With Me

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 1728

You couldn’t believe this.

5 years together on the ocean and even then you had your own cabin, but of course, at this small inn where you’ve been trapped the only room they claimed available was a single.

Now you didn’t blame the boy for spending all the sovereigns, you didn’t blame the boy for even finding this place, and to be fair you signed the contract without reading correctly either, so partially it was your fault as well, but what’s done was done and it couldn’t be changed. You were gradually coming to terms with that.

Willy not so much.

There he was pacing back and forth as you sat in the chair, your chin in your hand watching the man practically unravel in front of you.

“Sit down,” you breathed slightly annoyed at his trance, but he ignored and kept his pace. He walked back and forth muttering to himself with his hand raised and a fingernail between his teeth.

You had to do something, you couldn’t let him drive himself insane, or rather you insane. Blurting a “Willy!” You advance to the poor boy and placing your hands on both sides of his shoulders you push down, seating him on the mattress behind that barely looked clean. “Sit down, take a breather. What’s done is done,” you instruct calmly.

He peers up at you, his big brown eyes wide, “how are you so calm right now?”

You remove your hands from him, a tranquil tone present in your voice, “I’m not, but one of us has to keep it together.”

He threw his head in his hands, shaking it disappointedly, “I can’t believe I got us into this mess.”

“Hey, hey, you’re not the only one I could’ve taken a closer look at the contract.”

“I promised you a better life and look where it’s got us stuck.”

You pressed your lips thin at his pessimistic words. Giving up? This was unlike him, you didn’t like it. “It’s alright. Everything will be fine,” you said and he just sat there unmovable. “This isn’t like you,” you said, shocked at how dull your friend appeared.

“What happened to your positivity?”

Without answering your query he stands abruptly and heads for the door, “I’m going to ask again if they have two rooms.”

“Willy, even if they had one they’re not going to give it to us, that’s clear.”

He stopped hand frozen on the door handle because honestly you were right, just from that one experience with Mrs.Scrubbit and Mr. Bleacher, it was obvious they cared not a lick about comfortability that’s for sure.

“Come on, it’s late, let’s just get some rest. We’ll figure it out in the morning.”

At your mention of rest you noticed his expression contort a little, it was quick but it was an expression you couldn’t quite name.

“You take the bed, I’ll find comfort on the floor,” you offer but he quickly denied it. “Are you kidding? You take the bed, I'll take the floor.”

“If you take the floor I’ll just join you on the floor.”

“Fine, then let’s both just take the bed.”

“Fine.”

Willy pulls up the blankets that cover the bed, first the heavy one then the light one. You grab the light one while he climbs in and you push the heavy one more to his side.

Shutting off the light you climb in next and throw the light blanket over your body. Laying with your back to the boy and his to yours, you realize just how small the bed actually is.

Trying to ignore the knowledge of his body practically touching yours you pull your blanket tighter, instead focusing on how cold the night was.

That obviously was no help because now your body was just cold, you tried your best to conceal the feeling but no matter how hard you thought you couldn’t stop your body from shivering.

No doubt noticing your shivers, you feel a weight land over you, and you pull the heavy quilt over you and up to your chin.

Five minutes go by.

Fifteen minutes go by.

Twenty minutes go by and you’re still awake and alert.

You knew it wasn’t the cold keeping you up, in fact you were warm now, very warm. Now of course the quilt was keeping you warm but that didn’t explain the warmth you were beginning to feel in your cheeks, no that was caused but the knowledge of Willy Wonka’s body mere centimeters from yours.

You’ve known the boy since you were practically a child, it’s safe to say you’ve had your fair share of a crush on the boy. However, it was always one that would come and go and you’d like to think you had control over your feelings. However it was hard, when you were in such a situation like this.

You wait a few more minutes, but then you feel his body move no doubt turning around as you hear and feel the creak of the bed frame. “Can’t sleep?” You ask.

“No, can you?” You hear from behind and you turn, making your own creaking noises as you shift to face him. “No.”

You lay across from each other, face to face, staring as the light from the moon peeks through the window illuminating his facial features just enough for you to see.

You’re looking into his brown eyes while he does the same to you. You gaze over his features, his curls, his eyes, his nose, his lips, back to his eyes.

“Are you thinking about this whole mess again?” You finally ask.

“No.”

“Then what are you thinking about?”

He was silent, his eyes remaining on you.

“Willy, you’ve gotten into plenty of trouble before, what’s going on?” You ask, genuinely concerned for the boy and his thoughts. It was not healthy to be thinking so negatively.

“Yeah, but It’s easy to be optimistic and positive when it’s just me I have to take care of, but now I’ve roped you into this mess and who knows what will happen?” You lay in silence because he was right, who knows what will happen? “I asked you to come with me, I’m supposed to keep you safe. I just don’t want to be the reason someone I care so deeply about gets hurt.”

That was a lot to take in, he wants to keep you safe? He cares about you deeply?

“How am I supposed to imagine the future if I can’t even keep you safe in the present? “

“The future?”

He must’ve revealed something carelessly because in the next moment you could make out how his eyebrows knitted together and he sat up, “I have to get up,” he says and you sit up as well allowing him to scooch out from the bed and walk around, pacing as he did before.

“You picture us in the future together?”

“Well yeah, of course, I can’t imagine my future without you.”

The warmth that was only in your cheeks, spread, now affecting your whole face.

“Good, cause I can’t imagine a future without you,” you repeat, causing his nervous paces to slow.

“You do?” He asks, appearing to be in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“What do you picture our future like?”

You shrug suddenly growing shy, “what do you picture our future like?”

It seemed like this back and forth would never end.

“Okay, I can’t do this anymore,” he waves his arms around like a lunatic, “I have something to say,” he announces as if you hadn’t been listening. But just to show how in tune you were, you pushed against the bed positioning yourself closer to the edge to show you were paying close attention.

He froze, looking at you for a moment before beginning to pace again. “Just say it!” You urged tired of waiting for an answer.

He interlocks his hands together, tapping his pointer finger against his knuckles, “alright, I’m going to say something, and I don’t want this to ruin anything, because I value our friendship so much.”

You could practically see where this was going, he was just taking too long to get there.

“I mean we’ve been friends for so long, I wouldn’t want to do anything to cause damage to that,” unable to take the suspense any longer you do you both a favor and utter, “I like you.”

His mouth closes, quiet, while you contort your face into an embarrassed expression. It was hard to make Willy speechless but it seemed like you’ve just about done it. “I don’t just like you, I have feelings for you…” still, silence. “…romantic ones,” you add hoping that would knock him out of his apparent coma.

But it didn’t.

“Ahem,” you cough out, eyes now averted from his as you wonder if you’ve misread the whole situation. It can’t be, right?

You don't have too much time to think of it, because luckily he finds his words, “I like you too.” You finally peer back at him and he sits beside you on the bed. “I mean I have romantic feelings for you.”

A smile sneaked onto your face, but his still remains upset, “but now you’re stuck here with me, and it’s my fault.” Reaching over, you take his hand, “Willy, I’ve told you over and over again, it’s alright. Plus there’s no one I’d rather get stuck with than you.”

He let out a single laugh, “that sounds ridiculous.”

“Yeah well I happen to know of a chocolatier who loves ridiculous things, oh wait that’s you…” you say laughing at your own words, and of course your laugh causes him to laugh.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“So I guess you love me,” you meant it to be jokingly and lighthearted but you said it without thinking. You expected him to brush it off but apparently he was giving it much thought as he looked at you earnestly.

“I guess I do.”

This time, Willy didn’t hesitate. He tilted forward until his mouth met yours. It was a long awaited and lingering kiss between you two. One that left butterflies in your stomach as he smiled against your lips keeping his forehead pressed against yours.

“Oh I’m definitely going to have a hard time going to sleep now,” you joked while he laughed again, reattaching his lips to yours.

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Hi! I was wondering if you’d be able to do a Willy Wonka who falls in love at first sight with the shy daughter of the chief of police? With Willy being so eccentric I’d love to see how their relationship would work out! Maybe she saves them from the chocolate cartel? Or in the vat of chocolate at the church? It’s up to you

I hope your having a wonderful day 🫶🏻

Being More Courageous

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 3520

First off i do apologize cause this turned into less shy reader and more, self-conscious reader idk, this fic kind of drove me crazy cause long fics ALWAYS drive me crazy

The chief of police.

Your dad.

While some might find that job to be respectable, in your eyes it was just like any other job. Except recently your father has been coming home with more and more chocolate which is slightly concerning considering how addicted the man was to it. Nonetheless, he was your father and no matter how embarrassing he was those were the facts.

Now because your father was the chief of police, of course that meant sometimes he was needed on duty unexpectedly. And this was one of those times.

He was driving along with you after picking you up from a late evening out, (in his uniform as always), when he got an unexpected call. You didn’t catch much of the conversation, but all you knew was that it sounded important.

“We have to make a pit stop,” he said once, ending the phone call. Putting on his sirens and driving to a nearby location he stops, parking the car a short distance from a pop up cart.

Although the cart seemed small there was quite a crowd growing around it.

Of course however, once your father strolls up, the crowd disperses and your father begins to discuss with whom you can only presume to be the owner.

You watch the two exchange words, before another familiar officer, Officer Affable, pulls up as well.

Sitting there in that car, with nothing else to do, you can’t help but observe the boy.

The owner looked young. Possibly your age.

He was dressed in a shabby mulberry jacket, and a strange patterned scarf. On his head was placed a worn hat, but underneath that lay bouncy dark curls.

Despite his flavorful fashion, he still appeared well kept and the more you continued to keep your eyes on him, the more you began to recognize how attractive the boy was.

It seemed like he could sense your gaze that was stuck on him because in the next moment, his eyes shifted past your father while they landed on you.

At the sudden contact your flight, fright, or freeze kicked in, and you did the last unable to look away.

In that moment everything else disappeared.

No sounds could be heard, nothing else could be spotted, all your focus was on him.

Still warped in, you watch as the boy slowly raises a hand and his fingers move in a daze like wave, and feeling compelled to do so, you waved back.

It was an odd feeling for you. Most people didn’t pay you much mind. But this? This felt different.

You father, readjusting his attention from Affable to the owner, noticing how disconnected he seemed. Once following his gaze and noticing that it was on you, your father snapped his fingers in front of the boy’s face causing the connection to ultimately break.

You watched your father’s hands thrash about, clearly upset, as he made gestures that looked threatening. You observed from your seat as your father aggressively pointed a finger at the man, then at you, before saying one final thing and making his return back to the vehicle.

Curious, you question, “what was that about?”

“Just some chocolatier wannabe causing trouble.”

Your father turns on the car and begins the journey back home.

“Chocolatier?”

“Yeah, calls himself Willy Wonka.”

“…Willy Wonka,” you repeat, taking a quick glance through the side view mirror. Your father continues on about who knows what, because honestly it all just sounds like background noise to you at this point. All you can think about right now is the chocolatier called Willy Wonka.

After that you genuinely didn’t believe you were going to see the man again. Of course you wanted to, but after the warning your dad had given him, you figured he scared him off, that was until two days later when you were in town.

You were taking a stroll, when you spotted a crowd much like the other day. Suddenly growing nervous at even the possibility of spotting the boy you couldn’t help but gnaw on your bottom lip. Would he recognize you? No, tht’d be ridiculous. But, overcoming the nerves and doubt you mustered the courage to at least watch from the back.

Making your way over and taking your place as just another face in the sea of peoplem you watched as he spoke with customers exchanging his goods for their sovereigns. His eyes glanced around to take the next customer but his eyes stopped on you and once again there was an odd connection between you two just as before.

He quickly looked down, grabbing something you couldn’t exactly see. “Listen one and listen all,” he recited, gaining more attention, “for a new chocolate has gained my all.” He scanned the crowd. “It’s candy made to make your wildest dreams come true. So say, you’ll do?” He stopped, his hand open towards you.

You glance around making sure you’re not being misled as it takes you a moment to realize you’ve been chosen. “Me?”

“Yes. You with the lovely eyes and the beautiful smile.”

Oh god, you did not like this.

Being the center of attention, having everyone’s eyes on you. But pushing forward you move to reach out for the candy…when a loud whistle interrupts your actions. And of course that was your dad along with other officers.

Willy Wonka gives you a short wink, “till next time,” he says before hurriedly closing his shop.

With one final wave he runs off down an alleyway with his pursuers on his tail. The crowd separates returning to their own lives and you notice something interesting.

Someone wheeling Willy Wonka’s shop away. Not in a stealing sort of way, not in a hurried manner, but in a calm sort of setting. And curiosity gaining the best of you, you go after them.

Keeping a safe distance you follow all the way to an unfamiliar location. With a close eye on the presumably worker, you watch as they bend down and lift up a sewer lid.

Legs now moving before your brain you take slow and quiet steps, no longer hidden as you near the whole situation.

After a moment you hear a grunting noise and the same Willy Wonka pops out from underneath. Your jaw drops beginning to put the pieces together. Feet still moving forward, you watch in shock as he places his arms on both sides of the ground. Just as he pushes himself out…crackle. The snow you’ve stepped on suddenly cracked under your foot, revealing your location. Curse Mother Nature who betrayed you at this moment.

You let out a tiny, “eep!” Your shoulders are hiking, now frozen once again while the two pairs of eyes turn to you.

You don’t know what to say, you don’t know what to do, you’re just still, hopin your invisibility skills kick in. But, of course it doesn’t and Willy Wonka’s shocked face eases into one of recognition.

He turns to his partner in crime and says something you’re unable to hear but she nods, packing up the cart and leaving. Willy Wonka makes his way towards you, “I know you.”

You stand, still shocked about the whole situation as your eyes follow his movements that appear curious. He tilts his head at the lack of response, “cat got your tongue?” He asks in a genuine voice.

Snapping yourself out of it you speak, “no I’m just…surprised you remember me.”

He smiles, causing your eyes to avoid his, “of course I remember you, lovely eyes, beautiful smile…it would be hard to forget.”

Your breath hitches for a moment before you relay a nervous smile with a wave of your hand brushing off his words. Motioning to move past but he doesn’t.

“Don’t be so modest, it’s true.”

And at the continuation of his words you laugh, truly unable to hold eye contact with the boy.

“So you followed us here—although I’m delighted you did so, I’m curious what for?” He asks and you look up to see him waiting for an explanation, “are you here to rat us out? Give away our location?”

He walks up with each interrogating question while your face contours upset that he would think that way of you. To be fair though, he didn't know anything about you so the thought was valid. Wanting to say something, anything to deny the accusations you blurt, “no, of course not! I just—I didn’t get to try your chocolate.”

He makes a small ‘oh’ noise before returning to his cart, which wasn’t too far away, and once finding it he returns with the said item. Taking a bite of the chocolate, it’s easily noticeable that the rich flavoring is unlike anything you’ve ever tasted. Still with the chocolate spreading along your taste buds you ask him, “is it true you have a dessert that really helps with being bold?”

“Of course!” He confirms enthusiastically before taking a thought on it, “but what would you need that for?”

What don’t I need it for? You think to yourself recalling the many accounts you wished you had boldness. You didn’t mind being shy and too yourself, but there were always some moments you wished you did things differently.

Instead of dropping that whole bomb on the poor man, you give him a smaller, less important reason. “I don’t know…I hear you go on loads of adventures for your chocolate, that requires boldness and confidence. I wish I could do that. My days are fairly routine.”

“Let’s change that,” he leans close a little closer than you expected, “what is something you’ve always wanted to try?”

Now, you’ve thought of things you’ve wanted to try before but of course, now that someone was asking, nothing came to mind. Well, that plus the fact you couldn’t think all too straight with the short distance that was between you two.

“I don’t know.”

He leans back and you breathe out some air you unconsciously were holding in.

“There has to be something!” He encourages, waiting for an answer. At his ushering and one more, “come on,” from him you finally come up with an answer.

“Okay, okay,. I guess I’ve always wanted to sneak into a place after closing.”

“A place?”

“Yeah, a place. Anywhere, as long as it’s after hours.”

He grins at you mischievously, “easy, peasy.” Willy Wonka reaches down taking your hand and tugging you behind him as he begins to guide you through the streets.

“Wha—Right now?”

He doesn’t reply.

“Willy!”

“Adventure is spontaneous!”

He had a point there. Curious to where he would take you, you caved choosing to follow the boy.

He led you to the town library, a place you were very familiar with.

“Willy how are we going to get in?”

He turns around shaking his head, “that’s for me to worry about. You wait here,” he instructs running to the side of the building disappearing around the corner.

With him gone, it gave you a moment to think for yourself, breaking and entering. Was this really what you wanted to do? It did seem fun but what of the consequences? Was it worth it?

The door handle shifted bringing your attention back to the present before it opened revealing Willy on the other side, “come in.”

You do as told and once inside the nostalgia hits. Now, as mentioned before you’ve visited this library many times, back when you were a child, but it has been awhile.

Your hands brushed some books as you glanced around taking the air in. You didn’t realize how much you missed it. “Hey!” Shouted Willy calling you over. You spent the next hours stacking books, reading them, and acting them out, eventually building a small fort with the few blankets in the lounge area as you read out loud from a child’s book you used to read often.

Once finished you notice him on his back staring up at the ceiling and you lay down mirroring his position.

“You amaze me Willy.” You say comfortably.

“Oh?”

“There’s nothing you can’t do, frankly it both amazes me and annoys me,” you joke.

He lets out a single laugh of his own, “well, that’s not true.”

“Sure seems that way, you’re not afraid of anything or anyone.”

You both stare up in silence, at the blank canvas of the white ceiling.

“I can’t read.”

It takes you a moment to process this new information, and when you do, you sit up, body shifted towards him. “You can’t read?”

He shakes his head with a thin smile.

Instead of prodding which is what your initial response is, you lay back, “that’s alright. Makes me like you more knowing you have a flaw.”

He laughs, the light-hearted sound echoing in the room.

“Well then maybe I should list off some more of my flaws.”

You can feel your cheeks warm a little by his phrasing before you remind yourself to relax, as he’s just teasing. Luckily you don’t have to think of it too much because he brings up another statement, “you did this without the help of my Giraffe Milk Macaroon, and you claim to have no boldness in you.”

“Well yeah this is different.”

“How so? What’s holding you back?”

“Fear,” you answer having thought about this question multiple times.

“Fear? What are you afraid of?”

“People. Saying the wrong thing, being in someone’s way.”

“Hmm,” You hear from beside you, “I don’t think my macarons will help you there. Their effect helps in certain situations, not for a lifetime.”

You let out a little sigh, knowing no magical delicacy is going to fix your feelings.

“But, maybe with the right people, you can gain that desired courage.”

“…Maybe.”

You both spend your time well into the night before Willy has to return and together you return the books back to their rightful places and leave.

Willy walks you close to your residence before saying your goodbyes.

And that night you returned home feeling well, feeling both confident and happy about your decisions.

You were happy.

The next time you end up meeting Willy it’s a casual run in at the fountain. Honesty you were surprised in running into the boy not expecting to see him out and about so late. However, here he was.

You two chatted about simple things really.

“You always mention how you don’t know how to converse but you always do it easily with me,” he mentions after a few minutes of you discussing.

“Well yeah with you it feels simple.”

It was easy talking with him. You didn’t feel like you had to be cautious or hold your breath, everything was natural and he easily matched your energy.

“Well,” he takes a sovereign and tosses it into the well and your jaw drops because times are rough out here, “I’m making a wish here and now that you overcome your fears. And when you’re feeling nervous or anxious take deep breathes and think of this feeling now.”

In that moment you, with the support of his words that lifted you, you felt brave. You felt confident. With no fear stopping you, you stepped forward, pressing your lips against Willy’s.

There’s a slow reaction on his part no doubt due to being caught off guard but soon you separate from the man. And as you do, you realize how much more surprised he seemed than you initially thought.

“I’m sorry, I hope that was okay.”

He opens his mouth to respond when a familiar car pulls up. And once close enough you recognize your father as he gets out.

He looks absolutely furious.

“Dad.”

He plants himself in front of Willy, “go wait in the car, I have to talk to Mr.Wonka privately.”

Although you don't want to, you do, deciding it to be the best for the situation, but not before sharing a look with the chocolatier first.

Once in the car you watch the two talk just as before. At least that’s how it began. It all took a turn once your father grabbed Willy’s head and shoved it into the cold water of the fountain. It was all so sudden, you never expected him to do anything like that.

Thankfully he didn’t keep him under long but it was all such an odd thing to witness. You saw them talk more, or more accurately your father chat more before making his way back to the car.

You couldn’t believe he did that.

Once back in the car your father wastes no time in addressing the elephant in the room. “Really? Him? I thought I raised you better.”

You rolled your eyes at the spiel you expected yet hope you wouldn’t have to hear. “You’re running around with that scoundrel? I really don’t know what happened, but you’ve changed. Don’t go near him, he’s a troublemaker.”

You don’t know if it was the constant noise from your father or the fact he was talking ill about someone you cared about. But you couldn’t take it anymore, “he’s not a troublemaker,” you say with gritted teeth.

“What?”

“He’s not a troublemaker. He’s an honest hearted man, doing honest hearted work in the world and trying to bring people peace of mind. You always said that’s what the world needed more of, but now here it is and it's like you’ve flipped. You don’t know what happened to me, well I don’t know what happened to you?” You finished sinking in your seat and crossing your arms angrily.

You knew you pushed it, no matter your age, no matter how angry you are, you never talk to your father like that, but you couldn’t help it he was so wrong.

Your father drives in silence and you can be sure you get some sort of discipline once you’re home, but you stand by your words.

After that experience you don’t see Willy and you don’t hear of him. You grow upset, because either your father has scared him off, or if not that, you’ve scared him off with that unexpected kiss you practically threw on him.

You cringed at the memory of his expression now regretting being bold in that moment.

Eventually you hear about a mess at the town church. And with you already being in the area you go to investigate the odd story and sure enough there’s a great crowd of no doubt a funeral, (as they’re dressed all in black), standing outside as the doors remain shut.

You watch it all happen as familiar faces come and get the giraffe and it's at that point that you realize something peculiar is happening you just don't know what.

You watch the other towns chocolatiers enter, and then around the side you notice a strange orange looking fellow enter. Deciding you wanted to be apart of whatever was happening you follow him through the side entrance.

Inside you spot the orange man, going into the confessional and you watch through the small holes as he pushes something before the whole confessional descends.

Although a little fearful you follow the man and once the elevator reaches the bottom you jump as the smaller man stands directly across, staring right at you.

“If you wanted to help you could’ve just asked,” he said and you blinked a couple times.

“I’m sorry do we know each other?”

“Do you know me? No. Do I know you? Yes, I am always aware of Willy Wonka’s associates. We could stand here getting to know each other but I’m afraid your associate may need our assistance, and frankly I don’t really want to know you.”

Although initially offended, you listen as the orange man gives instructions and fills you in. Moving to the side, you hide in the long hallway while you wait as the so-called chocolate cartel come out only to walk right by you.

When that happens you put the orange man's plan into action. You do as told following his instructions, turning wheels and pulling levers.

Poking your head in you watch the chocolate drain while the orange man goes towards the exit telling you to follow him.

You do as told and follow him to the center of the floor noticing the chocolate drain as Wily and Noodle initially express surprise then thankfulness as they wave.

Eventually they come out and everything is revealed: the cartel, the chocolate payments, your father, it all comes to light.

It’s a sad sight seeing your father change and get taken away but maybe it’s what had to happen. You glance around noticing the joy in everyone’s faces as they share part in the chocolate fountain.

Wonka steps beside, causing you to say, “guess that's it then, that’s everyone’s happy ending.”

He tilts his head slightly, “not entirely.”

You go to ask him what he means by that, but he cuts you off with a kiss. It was much like yours, short, and unexpected. But unlike before, you reciprocated.

Once he distances himself from you, he recalls, “I hope that was okay.”

“More than okay.”

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