Finally Watched Wonka! (Im A Procrastinator Ok)

Finally Watched wonka! (I’m a procrastinator ok…)

And I loved it! Any chance I could get a wonka x platonic little sister reader? Like around 13-15

(She knows how to read but she completely gave up on trying to teach him)

𝒩ℯ𝓌 𝒷ℯ𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔'𝓈

YAYYY, YOU WATCHED IT FINALLY!!

Reader was adopted by Willys mom so that anyone can read (:

“I’m sorry for getting us into this.” He mumbled, sitting down on the bed, feeling defeated. You frowned at that, and sat down next to him.

“It’s not your fault. You were just trying to find a place for us.” You said, a sad smile was on his face as he heard your words.

“It is. I’m the one who couldn’t read the print.” He was beating himself up over this.

“It’s okay, Willy. You made a promise to mom, remember? That you would make it here and make her proud? That you would start up your shop?”

He smiled at you and nodded. “You’re right. I promise, I’ll get us out of here and we’ll make her proud.” He held his pinky out, you locked yours with his and smiled at him. That was the Willy you knew.

And so when you were about to drown underneath all the chocolate, he held yours and Noodles hand tightly. He gave you one more small smile before your heads went under.

You were terrified, he was terrified. He made a promise, that he couldn’t fulfill, he felt terrible.

And when you could finally breathe again, he hugged you tighter than you’ve ever imagined, his arms almost crushing you.

“Okay, okay, I can’t breathe!” You rasped out after a while.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, you wiped the chocolate off your face to the best of your abilities.

And when all of the fighting was over, you and Willy had managed to create the perfect shop that’s he’s always dreamed of.

He taught you recipes and his secrets, you and Noodle listened closely as he showed you how he made them.

"It's ok to disappoint people." has got to be MOST powerful, life changing advice I have ever heard.

Wish

This is my first one-shot featuring an actor rather than one of their characters. Timothée reminds me a lot of my first love and high-school sweetheart. We grew apart later in life, but I still look back fondly at moments we had like this.

Summary: You are heading off to college across the country. Your boyfriend, Timothée, surprises you with a sweet gesture on your last night together.

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"Come on," Timothée whisper-yelled as he looked down at you from his perch on your shared apartment building's fire escape.

You peered up at him nervously. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see if you ever get up here," he playfully mocked and then disappeared over the roof ledge.

Don't look down, don't look down, don't look down, you chanted to yourself as you pulled yourself up the ladder one rung at a time. "Doesn't he know I'm scared of heights?" you grumbled.

Your irritation melted when you finally made it to the top. Timothée stood by a telescope and a palette of blankets and pillows.

"I want to look at the stars with you," he said sheepishly as he gestured to the setup.

Your heart melted. You had no clue when he could have snuck away to set this up. The two of you had spent nearly every moment of the day together, trying to make the most of the remaining hours. The next day, you and your parents would be driving across the country to move you into your dorm room.

Timothée had the telescope trained on the moon. You both took turns looking through the apparatus, then laid down on the blankets with your pinkies linked to stare up at the sky. You looked over to take in his profile, the sharp angles of his jaw and nose, his curly head of hair.

"Thank you for this."

He squeezed your hand. "I find comfort in the fact that we will still be able to look up at the same moon, at the same stars, even though we're thousands of miles apart. When you look up, know that I am thinking about you." He rolled to his side to face you. "That I love you."

Your breath hitched, "You do?"

"At the risk of sounding super corny, to the moon and back," he replied with a big grin.

"I love you, too, Timmy." Your trembling lips met his as you tried to stifle your tears. "I'm going to miss you so much." Your voice broke and betrayed you.

He reached over and held your cheek. "Hey, shh, none of that. There will be plenty of time for tears tomorrow."

You saw his eyes move to something above you. He leaned up on his elbow and pointed to the sky. "Oh, look! Look! It's a shooting star!"

You sat up to look where he was pointing. "Timmy, that's just an airplane."

"I know, but we can pretend. Annnnnnd it distracted you from crying." He winked. "Make a wish."

You closed your eyes and smiled, complying with his silly instructions. You felt him staring at you.

"What did you wish for?" he asked softly.

"Well, if I tell you, it won't come true," you pushed playfully at his shoulder. His small smirk fell from his face as quickly as it began. He gently lowered himself back down to the blanket once more.

"I'll tell you mine because I don't want it to come true."

You gave him a puzzled look.

He looked up into your eyes and took your hand in his. "I wished you could stay. I'm saying it out loud because it would be selfish of me to genuinely want it to come true. You got a full ride to the school of your dreams! This is an amazing opportunity for you, and I'll be damned if I'll be the one to hold you back."

"Oh, Timmy." You laid down and snuggled into his side. The two of you stayed like that for hours in relative silence before he walked you back to your family's apartment.

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Timothée helped you and your parents load up the last of your belongings the next morning. He shook your dad's hand and gave your mom a hug before they stepped up into the truck, leaving the two of you alone for one last lingering moment.

He pulled a small, flat box from his pocket. "Open this on the way," he said as he handed it to you.

You looked down at the box and ran your thumb over the ribbon. Fat tears fell from your eyes as you looked up into his. Timothée pulled you into a hug, and you sobbed against his chest. You felt him plant a kiss against your hair.

"I am going to miss you so much, [Y/N]. But that has nothing on just how proud I am of you for pursuing your dreams. You are going to do amazing things." His voice cracked at the end.

"I love you, Timmy."

"I love you more."

He lifted your chin and drew you into one last kiss. Your tears mixed as your lips moved together. You pushed yourself away and wiped your face before hurriedly climbing into the back seat of the truck. You knew if you made eye contact that you might not have the strength to leave.

Timothée shut the door behind you. Now that you were buckled in and committed to the journey, you risked looking up at him. He looked as pitiful as you felt. His greenish blue eyes were red and puffy. His hands were stuffed in his pockets like he wasn't quite sure what to do next. As the truck moved forward, he loosened one to wave. You placed your hand on the window, wishing you could touch his one more time. You stared and waved until he was out of sight.

Your attention then fell to the gift in your lap. You gently tugged at the bow and opened the box to find a bracelet with delicate moon and star charms. Underneath, there was a small, handwritten note:

Don't forget to look up.

Love, T

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Masterlist

15. Of head cannons for Wonka or Timothee

Both is fine too ❤️

What makes them cry?

Wonka

- everything omg

- he is a crier and he is unashamed

- happiness or sadness, anything

- when he gets a factory

- cries

- when you agree to be his

- cries

- when work is hard

- cries

- when work is good

- cries

- you love how emotional and open he is!

- he bawled when you said you wanted him forever

Timothée

- maybe he tries to hold it back

- he’s a good boy and was raised well

- he isn’t toxically masculine

- but still, he feels a little uncomfortable truly crying in front of some one

- admittedly he wants to cry often but stops himself

- happiness and sadness make him cry

- he holds it back

- not with you

- you’ve provided such an open, pure, understanding space

- he can cry whenever

- I think he cries the most when there is injustice but that’s just my opinion

I saw the ask about Lofty and that'd be just so cute to see!! I can just see him begrudgingly being their uncle-figure but at the same time loving Bean and Charlie to death!

I've got a draft going! I'm just a little stuck on it right now. I'll revisit it again this week. Thanks for reading and for the encouragement!

Masterlist

Adorbs.

Just pop one in and everything becomes a Broadway show...All that you say and do all day will be choreographed

He must've popped one in for the New York premiere!!!