Hey! Jumped On The Wonka Train Since Yesterday And Had Two Thumbs Up! Can I Request A Wonka X Single

Hey! Jumped on the Wonka train since yesterday and had two thumbs up! Can I request a Wonka x single mom reader where during the course of the movie they’ve built up a bit of a flirtation/relationship and he bonds with her kid (s) bc of course they love the magician with chocolate who makes their mama smile. Specifically I’m looking for like a scene towards the end of the movie or post-canon where he expresses interest in adopting her kid (or kids) and of course marriage so they can all be one real happy family together. Sorry if that description’s a lot

Beginnings of a New Dream

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 1780

Ahhh this one is so bad 🙈 I tried with this one but honestly I hate it, Idk I think it's cause I can't relate to parent fics so I just suck at them but still I wanna thank you for requesting

“Where is he?” You said to yourself, as you turned around in search of the young child. You’ve left him alone only for one second and now, poof, he’s nowhere in sight. 

Your eyes scanned your surroundings quickly until it spotted a familiar tiny figure standing upright among the white snow and you wasted no time to catch up. 

“There you are,” you breathed out, worried tone evident in your voice, “I told you to stay put,” you reminded, before noticing the stranger who was with him. 

The unknown man was wearing a tattered overcoat, along with a worn out top hat. His outfit was very…unusual, to say the least. And he was quite handsome.

But what concerned you the most, was his outstretched hand which held a small piece of wrapped candy. 

You glanced at your son who was already chewing on what you could assume was a different piece, then back at the stranger who instantly understands how bad this looks. 

“I’m sorry, I haven’t properly introduced myself. My name is Willy Wonka and I’m a chocolatier hoping to open my own shop very soon.”

“Mommy he can do magic!” Shouted your son.

“Oh he can now, can he?”

Willy Wonka. You’ve heard that name around town a few times, but this is the first you’ve seen of the man. 

He held out a hand to which you firmly shook, “well Willy Wonka, surely you, being a stranger and all, understand why I find it odd you’re giving candy to my son, knowing how dangerous it is for children to talk to, no less take candy from a stranger.”

“Ahem,” he let out an awkward cough as he retracted his hand. “I do apologize. It wasn’t my intention to cause fret. The little guy looked lost so my only intent was to keep him safe and occupied, honest.”

You squinted slightly unsure of the man. He stood arms up and opened in an innocent manner. His eyes were big with his thick eyebrows angled upwards at the middle before curving down. He did seem to be of no harm, and he did keep your son safe. 

You let out a relaxed sigh, “it’s alright, it’s my fault anyway, I should’ve kept an eye on my son. Thank you for keeping him safe.”

Wonka’s shoulders dropped and his facial muscles relaxed at your pardon. 

You reached down holding your child close, “we’ll leave you be. Thanks again.” 

“Wait,” his voice rang out, catching you before you departed. “Would you like to try a piece?” He held out the same small piece of chocolate from earlier in his palm upwards towards you. 

You’re just about ready to decline the offer but again he speaks out, “it would really be helpful to have a mature opinion on this chocolate.”

You nodded caving in because honestly, who were you to deny free chocolate, your mind thought showing you to be just as gullible as a child. Taking the sweet treat, you pop it past your lips.

 Immediately a rich flavor overtakes your mouth and as you bite into it, a milky chocolate filling spreads around. 

It was quite good. 

“Mmm,” you nodded towards the man, “oh you are going to go far with this chocolate Mr.Wonka.”

“Thank you. Your words mean much to me,” he said genuinely, and you let out a chuckle, “you’re welcome Mr.Wonka,” you say, as you turn around, hand in hand with your son.

Willy watches you fade from view with a prominent smile on his lips, because although he knew his business would do well, with the justification of your words he felt he was on the right path. 

And honestly he hoped to meet you on this path again. 

Days passed until you met the self proclaimed chocolatier again. 

You had been traveling, hand clasped with your sons, when you spotted Mr.Wonka’s pop up store in the center of town. Initially wanting to pass the store along with the small crowd surrounding it, your plans are thwarted when your son pulls you towards it.

“It’s Mr.Wonka!” Shouted your son as he pointed towards the herd, “alright, alright we’ll just stop by.” He runs, his little feet taking him as fast as he can while dragging your body along.

“Mr.Wonka! Mr.Wonka!” Shouts your son as he rushes to the front with you following close behind. 

Willy’s eyes widened in recognition, “well hey there, little guy, back so soon?” He asks, prompting your son.

You watch, looking on as the chocolatier chats with your child. They go back and forth creating small talk, before Wonka pulls out one tiny piece of chocolate, He waves his hands around and the crowd watches as he turns one piece into two right in front of their eyes. 

“Woah, do it again!” Clapped your boy in amazement, and truthfully you felt the same way. 

He performs the trick once more and again your son laughs as Wonka gives him one of the pieces before turning to you and handing you the other piece. 

“You are surprisingly well with children.”

He shrugs, at the comment, “it helps when you have such a sweet child…who has such a pleasant mother.”

He tips his hat while all you can do is chuckle trying not to look too moved by the man’s remark. 

“Thank you Mr.Wonka.”

“Please, call me Willy,” he adds and you nod while he returns his attention to other customers.

That Willy Wonka, what a charmer he was.

The week goes by before you run into the young man again, however, this time you were alone. 

“Willy!” You announced, trying not to sound too excited when you saw the chocolatier, who was walking along the street with a young lady. (You soon learned her name to be Noodle.)

You exchange greetings while Noodle makes her exit leaving you be. 

“What are you doing all alone? Where is the little one?” He asks, glancing around. “Oh I had to run some errands today so I had a friend watch him for me.”

Willy shares a soft smile, “he really is a brilliant kid, with a brilliant mother of course.”

“You flatter me Mr.Wonka.”

“Willy,” he reminds.

“Willy,” you repeat, sharing a look together before he blinks readjusting his focus. 

“Oh!” His eyes enlarge as he reaches behind him into his battered briefcase, “I had something made for the little guy, and for, ahem, the mister back home,” he holds out a small jar of candies to which you take grateful. 

“Please, there’s nothing of the sort, just me and the kiddo.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright. It’s been that way for a while, it’s sort of the only way we know.” 

Willy shares a look with you, one unlike the look of pity most give when they hear your story, it was more of admiration? Respect? Either way, you thank him for thinking of you and as you do so, you hear a siren noise nearing before the chief of police arrives. 

He steps out of his vehicle and Willy turns to you, “I think you should go. Now. I’ll talk to you soon,” he says and you nod in understanding leaving the scene as the chief of police nears. 

That’s how your time gets spent whenever you spot the man; your son talks with him, you talk with him, Willy performs a magic trick. You try to buy some candy, Willy refuses and instead gives it to you for free and then you’re on your way. 

“Willy! Willy! Look, my tooth is missing!” Your son yelled running up to Willy. 

“Oh wow, that is outstanding! But you know what I heard?” Willy lowers himself to your son’s level, hushing his voice. 

“I heard this year, the tooth fairy started leaving candy underneath the pillows, for all the good boys and girls.”

“Really?!”

Willy looks up in your direction shooting you a quick wink. 

“Really.”

Your son turns to you with a smile from ear to ear present on his face as you nod confirming his curiosities. 

Mirroring his grin you watch on as Willy and your son continue in conversation. You’ve grown to the sight of them both, chatting and laughing. It was a very lovable sight. 

 That’s how it went, your meetings together.

And with each meeting you found yourself drawing closer and closer to the man, staying longer and longer on your visits.

The last time you saw Willy was at his opening for the factory, when everything went south. People rioted and burned his shop down and in the craziness you grabbed your son and ran putting his safety first. 

After that you didn’t hear from Willy. 

That is until today. You weren’t there when all the mess went down. When Willy and his team practically outsmarted the Chocolate Cartel, having them arrested. 

But you made sure to be there for Willy Wonka’s new opening of his shop. 

You stood in the crowd, your hand clutching your sons as the people gathered around trying the various sweets and treats. 

Walking around taking in all the beautiful colors and lights you stop at a wall full of jellybeans and gumdrops. And giving your son permission to collect some, you stand a short distance keeping an eye on him. 

“You made it,” said a voice as a figure emerged beside you. You smiled at Willy who was positioned just as you were towards the colorful wall. 

“Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

You watch for a moment as your son collects snacks, putting them into a bag that was provided. You were so occupied with him that you hadn't realized Willy was holding out one of his own creations for you.

“A chocolate flower for the lady.”

“It doesn’t have any yeti sweat does it?” You asked, eyebrow raised. You were lucky enough that you hadn’t managed to eat any of the poisoned chocolate last time.

“No, no yeti sweat.”

Beaming you take it and happily munch on it. 

“So this place…is it everything you’ve dreamed of.”

He glances around taking it all in. The smiles on peoples faces, the way they’re in full enjoyment, but then his gaze returns to yours, “yes it is. But it’s strange.”

You tilt your head silently, allowing him to continue his thought as he turns his attention back to your son then you again. “I think…I think I have a new dream now.”

“Oh yeah? What’s your new dream?”

Willy’s eyes lock onto yours. 

There are no words shared between you two but somehow you seem to understand what he means.

slumber party - t.chalamet

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requested: y - “Hii, could you make one about Timothée and reader having a toddler,and just pure fluff please 🫶🏻”

pairings: dad!timothee chalamet x mom!reader

warnings: fluff + child has been given a name + established relationship

a/n: this is short I’m sorry love!

silence never fills the walls of your New York apartment anymore— at least not since aurora, your daughter, was born.

her presence has been a blessing, there’s no doubt to that, but when the silence exists it’s deafening. which is why you’re concerned at six am when the pitter-patter of little feet against the hardwood floor is nonexistent. she’s only four, you think to yourself, there’s no way she’s learned to sleep in yet.

Timothee, your husband, is dead asleep beside you. he couldn’t of heard a tornado hit with the way he sleeps, and you don’t blame him. work and production of the upcoming films he was in were beginning to start, and sleep was lacking with not only a toddler, but work.

so yes, he had his reasons to sleep in, but aurora didn’t.

you heave out a worried sigh, throwing the blankets off your body, exposing you to the cool air of the room. you slip on your slippers and trudge down the hall towards her bedroom. the homemade sign of her name Timothee made hangs loose on the door, the stickers her and Pauline stuck to the wood were fading, but stuck like glue. you push open the door carefully, to see her blinds are pushed open already, and she’s dressed herself.

“aurora,” your groggy voice jolts her head from the book in her lap, it’s timothees copy of dune that she stole because it reminder her of him. he spent months in the desert thinking of you two, and she spent months pretending the fat book in her lap was readable.

“mommy, is daddy awake?” she slips off the bed, book falling open onto the ground, she brushes past you headed straight for your bedroom door that’s closed. she doesn’t give you a second to reply, the man in the cozy bedroom is all she cares about and you don’t blame her. his presence was absent due to filming, any chance she got cozying up with him was a win in her book

you don’t have in your heart to warn her that he’s sleep. she’s already pushed open the door and by the time you slip into the dark room, she’s made herself comfortable in his arms. he’s barely awake, but when he felt her finger poke his chest, he unconsciously lifted his arms up.

you slip back under the sheets, turning in bed to look at the two. their mouths part the same way, their strains of curly brown hair fall over their faces in the exact same way.

you watch his eyes flutter open for a brief minute, he takes a look down at her, and then at you. your eyes are shut once again, forehead touching auroras, the two of you are sound asleep, and he doesn’t hesitate to sink further into the mattress and let sleep wash over him.

Timothee!Wonka would literally be the sweetest husband EVER

Like imagine his wife is sick or something, he’d be there, petting her hair, spoon feeding her medicine, making her chocolate that he designed to make her symptoms feel better and to help her sleep, he’d be reading to her softly, singing softly in her ear also🤧🤧🤧 Cuddling with her even though she protests it, saying it’ll make him get sick but he doesn’t care, just wants to hold her close😭

I AM ALL FLUSTERED JUST THINKING ABOUT IT

stop this is so canon

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“You okay?” He asked softly. He had just woken up and saw you sniffling, blowing your nose, and coughing. It was the middle of the night.

“I’m fine.” You said, your raspy voice gave it away that you weren’t, however.

He frowned, putting the back of his hand on your forehead.

He got up, wordlessly and walked over to the bathroom. He rummaged through the cabinets, grabbing a thermometer and some cough medicine.

“Sweetie, I’m fine, seriously-“you tried to protest, but he put the thermometer into your mouth, and you didn’t feel like arguing against it.

Once it beeped, he took it out and looked at it.

“You have a fever.” He said, going back into the bathroom, he pulled out some cough medicine and pain relievers, cough drops, and then turned on the faucet, put water into a cup, and returned to the bed.

"Willy, it's not that-" You were cut off by a sneeze, covering your mouth.

"You were saying..." He practically shoved them into your hands, and you sighed, taking all the medicine.

"Thank you."

"And, I have the perfect remedy for this."

Of course he did.

He went into his workshop briefly, then entered the room with a chocolate in hand.

"This, my love, should make you feel better, and help you sleep." He continued to explain each ingredient, and he was right, you felt a lot better after.

You smiled at him, and he smiled back, getting back into bed and wrapping his arms around you. You shoved him away and he looked at you, confused at your actions.

"I don't want you to get sick." You frowned.

"I don't care if I get sick." He wrapped his arms around your waist again and you sighed this time, just going with it.

THIS IS HANDS DOWN ONE OF THE GREATEST THINGS I'VE EVER SEEN!!!! CLONE WARS REVENGE OF THE SITH.

GENTLE MOONLIGHT

Hi haven, I hae a request so it's basically the reader and Timotheé were talking for a while and she ends up falling asleep and Timotheé realises that she is the one for him so he wakes up early and starts to plan a proposal ( nothing that fancy but fancy either ye get me ?) She says yes of course

Please and thank you.

Garbled Pillow talk

Info - fluff, Timmy pov

“And then I put the bag in the munchkin,” she slurred. I smiled to myself.

“You’re not making sense,” I said in a sing song voice.

“Sure I am, I did the thing. I’m looking at it right now,” she defended herself. Her eyes were fully closed. She was speaking in her sleep surely.

“Of course baby,” I said sweetly. I gathered her in my arms and kissed her forehead.

She had been working so hard. I knew she was so exhausted, but I appreciated she’d stayed awake for most of our pillow talk. It was my favourite part of the day. I liked hearing about everything she’d done.

She’d stopped making sense about half way through. I had found her mixed up words precious so I’d engaged her a bit. However, now, I wanted my angel to rest.

She was fast asleep but I did some things I knew she loved anyhow. I turned on our noise machine to sound like a storm. I began to pet her hair lovingly. I then began he favourite thing. I sang very lightly in her ear. The soft melodies would give her good dreams I hoped.

I feel asleep as I hummed to her. I held her through the night. If she mumbled or tossed I just pulled her close again. She was safe with me. I didn’t want any of that stress seeping into her sub conscious. I just wanted her to feel happy and secure in my arms.

I woke up around four am. She was so deeply asleep that she was lightly snoring. She never sniffed unless she was very far gone.

I looked at her. A smile unfurled across my face. I caressed her cheek and she leaned into my touch. She looked so beautiful as she laid there. She was soft and peaceful and I felt overwhelmed with love for her.

“Mon amour,” I couldn’t help but say I’m a whisper. I kissed her cheek, leaving my lips there for a long time.

I knew what I wanted and needed to do. I untangled myself from her. I lit a candle, not wanting to bother her with the lights. I began to scribble down my thoughts about her, how I admired her and loved her.

Soon, I had pages of content. My swirling hand writing was looping over and over with messages of love. I was smiling at the words when I suddenly realised a theme. I’d mentioned marriage. I’d said it more than once, more than twice, I’d mentioned it over five times.

A blush heated my cheeks. Did I want to marry her? I looked over to where she slept. She wasn’t laying in bed anymore.

Warm arms circled around me from behind. I jumped out of my skin. She giggled and kissed my neck. I melted into her touch.

“What are you doing?” She asked groggily.

She smelled amazing. She was soft and kind. She was everything I had ever wanted or needed. Of course I wanted to marry her! She was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I wanted to be hers forever more.

“Planning a proposal for you,” I said said almost immediately.

“What?” She asked in shock. She jerked back from me. I turned in my chair and took in her face.

She looked flushed and excited. She wore only my shirt and her panties. She still looked tired but it subtracted nothing from her beauty.

“Will you marry me?” I blurted.

“Timothée,” she said, and she sounded like she worried I was joking.

“I know it’s sudden!” I interjected. “But I was thinking about it and it just seems perfect. I want you for the rest of my life and anything that may follow. You are a dream come true and if I can listen to your garbled pillow talk every night for the rest of my life I’d be a blessed man.”

“Oh, Timmy,” she sniffed. She was smiling now. She looked like she was going to cry. I was beaming.

“So?”

“Yes,” she agreed and fell into my arms. We kissed and hugged and laughed and nuzzled. We were going to experience this raw love for the rest of time and I couldn’t be happier.

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