ashlynredonovitch

[ashlynredonovitch]

Hello! I love your work! Wondering if I could request a Wonka fic where y/n is having a panic attack and willy finds her and helps her through it! then noodle comes in and they all have a lil family moment ^_^ (willy and y/n are platonic!)

Hi anon! thank you so much for the request! Sorry they have now taken a while longer to get out. My whole family was hit with the flu, including me, and I'm not able to write much because I just keep getting headaches. Hope you like the story!

Warnings: panic attack, anxiety, slight mention of a possible ED if you squint, malnourishment

Hope you enjoy!! :)

Panic

I just finished folding more of the laundry after it finally dried, thankfully finished after the long day of doing laundry with the wash crew. We had taken so long that Scrubitt and Bleacher hadn’t let us eat for an extra hour and a half, and since we still hadn’t gotten it done, I took the rest of the load so the others could go eat. Noodle would bring me my dinner later anyway if I didn’t eat. 

It was my fault anyway, I just was going slow today. I was on barrel duty for the majority of the day, and if the first step of the laundry is slow….the rest of it is slow as well. So I automatically felt bad that I was the reason for withholding everyone’s dinner. 

Scrubitt hadn’t let me eat though, so I would just have to wait for Noodle to bring me my food in a couple hours when she could sneak it in. I was craving something though. It gets worse if I’m thrown in the coop because then you don’t get anything at all. At least I’ll have a chance tonight. If only Willy was here. Him and Noodle are getting more milk for his chocolates while they had a chance to escape before roll call. 

I knew the panic was building up, but it just felt like I could ignore it. The feeling in my stomach from how hungry I was felt like a gnawing pain, I couldn’t even focus as I just collapsed in the corner of my small room. My mind a a million thoughts, but I probably couldn’t even try to name one, all of my focus was on the half-tempting smell of the food my fellow workers were consuming. 

I hate crying, I hate it. The feeling in my chest as it gets tighter and tighter to the point I can’t breathe, I hate the feeling of uncontrollable tears that can’t stop. For some reason though, I can’t, there are no tears. Just painful attempts at a breath. 

“She’s in there. I didn’t want to disturb her, but I’m worried,” I hear Piper say as I heard two sets of footsteps down the narrow hallway, oh, it couldn’t be. I’d be too lucky. 

A light knock was on my door, but I couldn’t even begin to try to lift my head up. 

“Y/n?” The voice questioned through my door, before gently opening it. It was apparently my lucky day. “Hey what’s going on?”

“I- I can’t-” I started before my own breathing stopped me. It felt like I was being choked. 

Willy looked concerned as he examined every inch of my face, or what I could tell from where my head was on my knees. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay. Noodle, go grab a towel!” He hollered as I could see that he tried to reach out to put his hand on my shoulder. 

Apparently once he felt my trembling shoulders he decided I wasn’t well, even without me answering. As Noodle ran in with a towel, Willy instructed her to put water on it. “You’re trembling terribly, here take this.” He offered me his plum-colored tailcoat as he put it over my shoulders, as I stayed curled up in the ball. 

“Thank you,” I managed to whisper out as he tried to loop his arms under me to help me stand. 

“Of course, you know I’d do anything to help you, y/n.” He says earnestly as he guides me over to my small bed. “Here, get under the covers.”

He instructed Noodle to do something else gets that I couldn’t hear. Which I soon would understand as Noodle rushed in with the extra blanket from Willy’s own bed, as he laid it across me. It finally felt like my chest wasn’t being weighted down with a boulder, the comfort of my friend greatly easing my mind. However….

“Y/n, have you eaten anything today?” Noodle hurriedly asked when she stopped. That’s when Willy looked frantically over at me as well, as he sat on my bed. 

“No, I made everyone fall behind earlier, so Scrubitt wouldn’t let me eat.” I say as the tears started to slow, hopefully the last of the bunch as Willy slowly massaged my scalp with his hand. 

“I’m gonna go fix that, I’ll be right back.” She said as she skidded across the floor. 

Not before I let out a quiet “don’t get thrown in the chicken coop” causing the man behind me to let out a quiet laugh. 

“I was really scared when Piper said you isolated yourself in here.” Willy told me, as I tried to look up at him from where I was laying. 

“Sorry,” I told him nonchalantly, I didn’t want anyone to worry about me. 

“Don’t you dare apologize, you were having a panic attack, I just got worried. How about after you get some actual food in you, I’ll make your favorite chocolate to cheer you up?” He asked as he continued to rub my head. 

I smiled as I felt the other muscles in my body relaxed, “that sounds really nice.”

“You’re safe now, y/n, Noodle is going to get you dinner, and then we’ll find some funny combination for tonight’s chocolate.” He smiled at me as I listened to him talk, nodding my head at his eagerness. Never had someone been able to help me through an attack that quickly. Even though it had felt like hours, Willy just had a certain charm about him that made it easy to relax. At least now I know someone is there to help me should the need arise again.

[ashlynredonovitch]

Let writers ramble to you about their stories and they will forever love you.

[ashlynredonovitch]

I just read online that apparently Wonka’s whole name is supposed to be ‘Willard Wilbur "Willy" Wonka’

This will now become my personality.

[ashlynredonovitch]

Reblog if you have made a friend online that you would love to hang with, but they live far away.

[ashlynredonovitch]

Do you take requests for Timothée Chalamet too?

Hi!! So I’ve never considered it, seeings as I’ve never written for an actual person before I’d love if you gave me some insight on what you would like for it to be about! It may not be perfect, but I’m absolutely willing to give it my best shot! :)

[ashlynredonovitch]

May I please request a fic of Willy Wonka and baker fem!Reader falling in love after working together in her bakery?

This was requested by the amazing @groovyqueer! Thank you so much for the request, I love baking so I might’ve gone overboard with the details in part of it

Warnings: none :)

Petit Gâteau

Petit Gâteau (Cupcake)

“I need to make some cupcakes! They’re going to be chocolate. We need flour, cocoa powder, baking powder, baking soda, salt, eggs, sugar, brown sugar, vegetable oil, and vanilla!” You called out as you came into the front of your bakery.

“Umm….okay,” Willy nodded as he started to grab the ingredients and place them on the counter.

“You’re awesome, thanks for helping me,” you say as you adjust your apron tossing one over to Willy who quickly throws it on as well, “I’m going to mix the eggs, sugar, brown sugar, oil, and vanilla together, and you can mix the flour, cocoa powder, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in that large bowl.”

“I can do that!” Willy excitedly says, as he grabs a whisk and measuring cups out of the tin holder with the other utensils.

“-then we can combine the two bowls into the mixer.” You finish as both of you work on your share of the recipe, occasionally glancing over at Willy to make sure he’s doing alright. His specialty is chocolate, not baking after all.

What he didn’t notice is that you saw him reach over to grab a handful of flour before you turned around, “Willy Wonka, so help you if you throw that flour at me,” you said watching as disappointment dances across his features.

“Darn it, I thought I had you. How does this look though? It looks good to me.” Willy pointed out, carrying the bowl towards you.

“Well,” you start, not wanting to hurt his feelings he is trying to help you after all, “there shouldn’t be any eggshell in it.”

“Oh.” Willy muttered, disappointed, hoping that he had done a good job.

“Willy, you did great, I think I will be able to get the pieces out with a spoon, it happens all the time, especially when you’re first learning.” You told him, making sure he didn’t feel bad for his simple mistake.

“Y/n, what if I add-” he starts opening his traveling case of chocolate ingredients.

“No, this is my recipe for my shop, not something for us to just enjoy.” You explain as he snaps his case shut.

“Fine, there’s a reason why chocolate making is my favorite, you get to experiment whenever you want.” Willy groaned watching as you combined the now eggshell-less mixture in the mixing bowl with the dry ingredients.

You smile across the counter as Willy watches you intently, “we can experiment later, right now we have to make these for the display.”

You finish mixing all of the ingredients together and grab the cupcake tin out of the oven, “Willy please preheat the oven to 350°,” you instruct as you place all the cupcake liners in the tray.

“What if we put it on like 450°? Will that make them bake faster?” He optimistically asks, watching as your eyebrows raise at an alarming speed.

“Willy Wonka, step away from my oven,” you say semi-serious, semi-giggling as he raises his hands in defense and takes two comically large steps away from your oven.

“It was just a thought,” he shrugs as you pour the batter into the liners and place them in the oven, “frosting time?”

“Frosting time.” You confirm as you grab the butter, powdered sugar, cream, and vanilla, blushing under the chocolatier’s intense gaze.

“Is it too hot in here, your face is all red?” Willy asked you innocently, obviously not flustered himself as we walks closer towards you.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you reassure him, adding in a couple drops of pink food coloring so the buttercream looks prettier in your display.

“Oh, okay, you looked like a cherry.” He says as he continues to examine your face, delicately placing his hand on your jaw to make sure himself.

“I’m okay, Willy, I promise.” You pull away from his hand, afraid of what the close proximity will do to your mind, “will you grab the piping bags over there?”

He nods his head, walking over to grab a bag for you, his curls bouncing with every step you took, a sigh leaving your lips as you watch him do so.

Turning back around to your expressionhe shakes his head, “are you sure you’re alright-“

“Yup,” you snatch the bag out of his hand as you cut a hole in the corner, sliding a fancy tip into the bag for the frosting, just as the timer went off on the oven, “will you grab those? And, please, use oven mitts this time.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Willy salutes as he grabs the mitts off of the counter, poking the top with a toothpick first, “they’re done.”

“Perfect, they just need to cool, then we can frost them.” You point towards the bowl of frosting.

“You should taste it, the frosting I mean.” Willy tells you, pushing the bowl towards you. You seem to have made a worried look on your face as he continues, “I added strawberry flavor when you weren’t looking.”

Your mouth dropped, “Willy Wonka!”

“It needed something, it was good, but it seemed to be begging for a flavor.” He pleaded as you watched him lick his finger that he just dipped into the bowl.

“I- I can’t even be mad at you, go wash your hands though.” You pushed him towards the sink, tossing a clean towel next to him on the counter.

“I’m telling you, it tastes delicious,” he confirmed cheerfully, humming a little turn to himself.

“How much frosting have you eaten?” You facepalm preparing to put it in the piping bag.

“Enough to know it tastes delicious.” He said as he came up next to you.

“Well, no more, or you can’t eat anything when we close.” You tease as his face drops.

“Welll…..that’s no fun.” He frowns as you start to frost the top of the cupcakes one by one, putting some chocolate shavings on top of the light pink frosting, “these look tasty though,” trying to grab one from the rack.

You quickly grab it out of his hand before it can reach his mouth, “no way, Mr. Wonka, if you are going to taste test one we are going to be doing it together,” splitting the cupcake in half.

Both of you bite into the cupcake, frosting smearing on Willy’s nose, “now that tastes good.”

You smile as your started to bring the rack over to your display, “yes they do, and they will look perfect here in the case.” You place all of them where you want, and turn around to see Willy leaning against the opposite counter on his elbows, facing you. “You still have frosting on your nose.”

You go up to him and wipe your thumb over his nose to get the frosting, deciding to whip your thumb across the corners of his lips to get the crumbs that remain there too. Now it was his turn to blush *like a cherry*.

“Thanks,” he whispered as you licked the frosting off of your finger, “time to open?”

You smile as you turn your back to him, “untie my apron for me?”

“Sure,” Willy replied, his fingers making quick, but delicate, work of the bow you had tied prior to baking, “let’s sell some pastries!”

“You took the words out of my mouth,” you tell him as you watch him about to flip the sign from ‘closer’ to ‘open’. “Wait, Willy, I have something for you.”

“Yeah” he wonders curiously, watching as you step to the back room for about five seconds and come back with a box with purple ribbon tying it together, hand it to him.

He starts to unwrap it as he sees a little puffed pastry on the inside, in the shape of a heart, “I just appreciate you a lot, Willy, you always are so considerate to help me. I don’t want to ever lose you, but I just needed to tell you that I love you.m, and I have. I have for a while, I think.”

“Aw, y/n, thank you so much, I can’t believe it, but I love you too.” Willy says as he wraps you in a hug, “we can talk more about this later. For now, let’s open your store.”

And your bakery was filled with more love and even sweeter desserts if it was even possible.

[ashlynredonovitch]

Could you do Willy Wonka hanahaki disease au?

Hi! L-0-V-E LOVE this idea. If you wouldn't mind putting another request in with if you want Wonka or the reader to have the disease, I'd appreciate it so much while I write down all of the information of my storyboard. And if you want it to have a happy ending or not so happy ending!

Thank you so much! :)

[ashlynredonovitch]

Saw you're looking for requests 😁 i haven't seen the wonka movie yet tbh but the gif of him covered in chocolate lives in my head rent free and I'd love to see wonka x fem!reader where they're friends and both have a crush on each other. she's helping him clean up from chocolate incident and it turns into some silly fluff and one of them accidentally says "i love you" and they finally confess :)

Thank you so much for the request, and don’t worry about the double-send it’s completely okay! I hope this is what you envisioned!

Warnings: none it’s just cute

Chocolate Towel

Willy, who’s covered in some brown, thick, substance. Assumingly chocolate knowing the trio of unliked chocolatiers. You start your way over to him as Noodle skips over to Abacus for a hug. You take notice that she’s covered in the same thing.

“Y/n,” Willy almost yells once he notices your presence,excusing himself from the family he was talking to. He wraps his arms around your waist as you reciprocate his hug.

“Hi, Willy,” you giggle lightly, taking in the chocolate scent, cause now it’s definitely chocolate, “what did they do to you? You’re so sticky.”

Willy’s brows furrowed at your worried expression as he took a glance at your appearance as well, making sure you were alright, “well, I’m fine now, they tried to drown Noodle and I in chocolate, but the little orange man saved us.”

“I’m sorry, what?” You questioned, backing up out of the hug. No way the little orange man was real.

“Yeah, we were being lifted by thousands of gallons of chocolate, we both took a breath, and then the next thing I knew I heard Noodle and I gasping for air and the tank was lowering,” Willy said, as he looked at your now even more worried expression, “it was scary, though, I swore that last breath I took was it. That I’d never see light again, that I’d never see you again.”

“Oh, Willy.” You muttered, throwing your arms back around him, simply taking in his presence, as you feel his arms squeeze tighter around you, his face in your neck, “I was so worried.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Willy apologized as you leant against each other.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Mr. Wonka, you almost died. I’m very glad you didn’t though.” You teased as Willy let his face contort to a smile at the name, “come on, we have to clean you up.”

You take Willy’s hand as you lead him down towards the dock, where you take off the hand towel from your waistband, to dip it in the lake water below the stairs.

“Y’know, y/n, this is where the Cartel sent me off on the boat,” Willy explained as you wrung out the excess water, convenient that you had a towel on you, the one perk of you being trapped in a laundry, he supposed.

“You did tell me that,” you dabbed the now wet towel along his face, clearing some of the chocolate, avoiding looking into his eyes.

Willy watched in amusement as you kept dipping the towel in the water because of its small size against the rather thick layers of chocolate on him, “I appreciate your effort, thank you.”

You smile as you take the chance to look directly at him, “of course, I’d do anything to help you, Willy. Besides, your chocolate smells better than this anyway,” you confess as he squeezes your arm with the towel, stopping your motions of cleaning him up. With your free hand, you bring it to his once curly hair to try to break apart the matted chocolate covering it.

Willy just leans into the touch as your fingers try to thread through it, his fixed gaze upon your lips, “I love you,” he whispered before his eyes slightly went wide.

You focus your eyes on his as he quickly snaps his up away from your lips, smirking slightly, “Willy-“

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean that. I mean, I did, just not now, while I’m half-covered in chocolate.” Willy rants as you stare affectionately at him.

“Y/n, what is it?” Willy asks as he brings his right hand up to cup your cheek.

“I-” you started to say, before you saw his eyes glance back down to your lips, “I love you too.”

Willy’s eyes, once again, grew as he looked into your eyes for any glimpse of the truth.

You smile as you put your hand on his, which was still on your cheek, your other hand still in his hair, “I do, I love you Willy Wonka.”

Willy beams as he throws his resting hand in your waist to bring you closer, putting his forehead against yours, “I want to kiss you, y/n,”

You smile as your hand starts to massage his head, putting your other hand over his shoulder, “please.”

Willy wasted no more time as he closed the distance between you, his soft lips covering yours as you leaned into the kiss. Getting even closer as you feel his hand tighten around our waist.

“Willy,” you gasp, pulling away, seeing his now kissed-pink lips, breathing heavily.

“Yeah?” He asks leaning in for a much more simple peck this time, taking one of his hands to tilt your chin up to his. Both of you with rosy stained cheeks.

“I’m glad you didn’t die, but I’m glad you got covered in chocolate,” you whisper with a giggle as Willy holds your chin in his hand.

“Me too, y/n, me too.” Willy says as you lean back in for another passionate kiss.

[ashlynredonovitch]

*Masterlist*

Here is a list of all of my stories! Requested stories coming soon!

Wonka

Secret In The Street

Chocolate Towel

Petit Gâteau

Panic

High School Musical: The Musical: The Series

Big Red and Ashlyn Oneshots

Into The Future

Once Upon A Time Part 1

Once Upon A Time Part 2

I Missed You

A Walk Home

Tastes Like Lemon

Jealousy, Jealousy

Sha-La-La-La-La

My Belle

My Belle Part 2

Can We Share?

Date Night

Cupcake?

Talk-Talk

An Accident

An Accident Part 2

Red?!

Happy New Year!

Someone In The Crowd

Mother Said Straight Ahead

The First Call

HSMTMTS Bigger Stories

The House of Mouse

The Announcement: Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Destination: Orlando, Florida

Chapter 3: Welcome To Disney World!!

Chapter 4: Just Keep Swimming

Chapter 5: Excuse Me?

Chapter 6: That’s A Big Golf Ball

Chapter 7: Why Is It Always A Musical?

Chapter 8: At Least I’m Here With You

Chapter 9: The Mood’s Gone Anyway

Chapter 10: You…What?

Chapter 11: Happily Ever After

Chapter 12: A Change Of Plans

Chapter 13: A Photobook

Chapter 14: One Last Night

Chapter 15: The House Of Mouse

I Never Said I Hated You

Chapter 1: I Never Said I Hated You

Chapter 2: Speak Of The Devil

Chapter 3: I Don’t Have Anywhere To Stay

Chapter 4: “Um…Guys?”

Chapter 5: Ricky!

Chapter 6: Kiss Kiss

Chapter 7: Prince Charming

Chapter 8: Progress

Chapter 9: Breathe For Me, Sweetie

(Chapter 9, is where this story ends for now, but I want to finish it)

Stranger Things

A Letter To You

Chapter 1: Dear Lucas

Chapter 2: Dear Dustin

Chapter 3: Dear Steve

Chapter 4: Dear Mike

Chapter 5: Dear Will

Chapter 6: Deal El

[ashlynredonovitch]

Not to be beg, but if any of y’all have requests, please send them :)

[ashlynredonovitch]

Secrets In The Street

Warnings: none

Prompt: “basically y/n is a poor girl on the streets and pickpockets/shoplifts to survive, and she does that to willy but he’s super kind to her instead of telling the police on her. Then they fall in love.” - @riordanness (THANK YOU!)

“Come back here you!” A woman’s voice yelled from behind, as you sprint down an alley, a bright, crisp apple in hand from her cart.

You weren’t a runner, not in the slightest, so being chased by a woman for having an apple -well, stealing an apple- wasn’t on your list of things to today. You couldn’t help it, you were hungry. The woman wasn’t even around, you had no clue how she saw you.

You hear the woman groan from behind and turn around just in time to see her give up and walk away. Who knows some other person on the streets could’ve stolen more of her produce.

“Oh well, at least it’s something,” you muttered as you trailed along the darkening alley, holding it carefully so you can keep it safe for later. Walking in the direction towards the bench you spent most nights.

It was obviously nothing special, but no one dared to take your bench. You had a raggedy blanket that you stole from someone a while ago. A little bag with a few things of clothes you found that others had gotten rid of, and that was it.

You had heard of Mrs. Scrubitt's boardinghouse when you first arrived, but initially said no when Bleacher had came up to you. He came to your bench many times, and he eventually stopped insisting after many denials. After everything you had heard through the chain of the Galeries Gourmet, you were glad you hadn’t taken his offer though. At least there was a chance of something out here, better than being stuck in a laundry house for twenty-something years.

Nothing new ever happened in the Gourmet, the same Chocolate Cartel shooing everyone away, you had heard of one man getting through though. Willy Wonka, you had heard of his name. Apparently some magic chocolates? Even though the idea seems preposterous, you were intrigued. You, however, had heard from the gossip that his looks had caught the attention of many along the streets too. So, it apparently wasn’t only the chocolate that had gotten people interested.

Carefully hiding your apple, you started your walk towards the way of the Gourmet, wanting to investigate this new Wonka chocolate yourself.

“It’s certainly grand,” you say, as you walk into the store with the velvety magenta curtains, with a chocolate-looking tree as the centerpiece of the store, “I’m impressed.”

“Hi, I’ve never seen you around here,” a man with a can walked up to you, a top hat on his head, wearing a pleasant smile on his face.

“My name is y/n, y/n l/n, I don’t hang around the Galerie Gourmet much, not really my place of adventure.” You muttered as you look at all of the hanging candy around you, children brushing past you, trying to reach for different sweets.

The man nods his head, as he takes in your appearance, “I get it, I lived on a boat for seven years. My name is Willy, Willy Wonka”

You were not expecting that, he lived on a boat for a while, this interesting looking man who owned this place. You tried to send a brief smile in his direction, “so you’re the one who I heard sent the chocolate-trio to jail, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Wonka looked out the windows, to the places where the old chocolate stores resided in the Gourmet, now empty, as he quickly smirked, “well it had to be done, they were breaking the law, it was just a matter of time.”

You chuckled as you saw the man’s face beam towards a woman and small child who was excitingly grabbing a chocolate bar, “I have to go, it was nice meeting you, y/n.” Wonka said as he smoothly strides over to another family to talk to them.

“Likewise,” you whispered as he was already gone. You felt awful, you wanted to try his chocolate, people here have talked ‘it’s the best chocolate I’ve ever tasted’ many have claimed, and now you wanted a bite. How do you steal from someone who seemed so nice?

The trick to being a pickpocket though, is not getting caught, and you’ve had your own share of the situation going both ways. You quickly grab a little wrapped chocolate and pretend to exam it, glancing to make sure no one else is watching, before quickly stuffing it in your pocket.

“Hey!” A voice yelled, you turned to see if anyone was there, and was met with a small, orange man? You had never seen anyone, if it was a human at all, like it.

“Lofty?” You heard Wonka yell as he came running towards the area your standing in. Bolting quickly, you dodge the running kids and chasing parents, as you try to weave your way to the exit. Just about as you were at the doors, a cane came in front of your middle, stopping your motions rather quickly, “and what do you think you’re doing?” Willy asked, you were close, so close.

“Nothing, I don’t know what that man was talking about, I don’t have anything I promise.” You say as you did a little circle to prove your innocence.

“Why don’t I believe you?” He asked, as an audience formed around you two.

“I don’t know, I didn’t steal anything, Mr. Wonka, I assure you that.” You muttered, wishing everyone would ignore you two, you just wanted to try his chocolate.

“Come with me y/n, we can talk back here.” Wonka guided you towards a room in the back, something that looked like an office of sorts, “I know you took a piece of chocolate.” He sat down in his chair, prompting you to sit down on the one opposite the desk.

You felt defeated, you hadn’t ever actually gotten caught by someone, “I’m sorry.”

Willy quirked his brow as he stared at you across the desk, “so you admit it? Surprised, honestly, I didn’t think you would.”

At that you got upset, “listen I might’ve tried to take chocolate, but I’ve heard everyone talk. People say it’s the best chocolate they’ve ever had. I’ve only had apples or other stolen things to eat for a year and a half. The chocolate cartel knew me well, they would stop me at the door cause they knew I couldn’t pay for it. So do it, call the new chief of police, at least in jail I’ll have a bed.”

Willy stood and put his hands on the desk examining you, transferring his weight, “no.”

“I’m sorry, no?” You were shocked, he caught you stealing and isn’t going to call you in?

“No, there’s something about you. You intrigued me when I first saw you walk in. I’m not going to call the new chief of police. I’m actually going to give you twenty silver sovereigns.” Willy said as he opened the drawer with the money inside of it.

Flabbergasted, shocked, surprised, there weren’t any other words to describe it. You were stealing from him, and now he was giving you money? What kind of man is this? Well…a cute one, but that’s besides the point.

“I can see your shock, my mom raised me well before she passed. If you want to steal a small piece of chocolate, you must be desperate, please take it.” Willy said handing you the sovereigns, a pink flush presenting high upon his cheeks.

“Of all the times to be caught,” you whispered, glancing up in time to seem him removing his coat and hat, “at least it was by someone nice.” A faint blush forming on your cheeks as well.

Willy smiled as he walked around in front of you, “I don’t want you sleeping wherever you are, you can work here, there’s an extra room, we could put a bed in there or something.”

“I can’t believe you’re offering me anything, you could’ve had me arrested.” You told him, examining his brunette curls framing his face for the first time.

“I was taught to help someone in need, and you seem like a good person, you just need a little help. No shame in that, I was caught by Scrubitt and Bleacher when I first arrived. I needed help too. Look at this place, I have more than enough sovereigns to help you out right now.” Willy whispered inching closer to you, as he held out his hand.

Your eyes welled up with tears, no one had been this kind to you in a while, “you have no clue how much this means to me.”

“Well, then you’ll just have to stay here until I know.” Wonka smiled as he leaned in to press his lips to yours.

Let’s just say, you never had to worry about sovereigns or spend another night on that bench ever again.

[ashlynredonovitch]

the wonka soundtrack had no right to be SO good

[ashlynredonovitch]

Haven’t written anything in like a year and a half but do I join the Wonka fics? I’m feeling inspired by all of the other ones that have popped up.

[ashlynredonovitch]

[ashlynredonovitch]

FRIENDS TO LOVERS WLW PROMPTS

Prompts between two girl friends that can feel so intimate that you might be only a breath away from becoming girlfriends.

Coming out, discussing questions and concerns about your sexuality, trying not to confess

A long, close hug where you can clearly feel the outline of her body against yours

Having a sleepover, sleeping in the same bed, cuddling

Comforting each other crying, brushing away teardrops with your fingers, trying not to kiss all of them away instead

Giving compliments, making the other blush, teasing with double meanings

Casual touches when one is naturally touchy and the other is touch starved

Taking a bath or a shower together

Getting drenched in the rain, helping each other out of sticky wet clothes, toweling each other dry

Choosing outfits for an occasion together and changing in front of each other, staring but trying not to make it obvious

Buying underwear together, trying to keep the intrusive images at bay

Doing each other’s hair, light tugs and pulls, light touches brushing against the skin of your neck, trying not to let out a noise or a tremble

Making each other’s makeup, trying not to stare too much and willing your hands not to tremble when touching each other

Getting matching items / giving a gift, and trying to keep the possessive thoughts at bay when seeing the other wear it

Feeding each other from hand to mouth, lips and tongue touching fingers

Indirect kiss: sharing food, a cup, a bottle, trying not to overthink too much

Taking pictures of each other, marveling at each other’s beauty and charms

Sitting in each other’s lap

Holding hands, playing with each other’s fingers

Tickle fights that end up with you two on top of each other, looking into each other’s eyes, limbs tangled, faces red, breaths heavy

Dancing or singing along to a love song, the lyrics resonating a bit too much to ignore

Playing the pocky game

Arguing because one of you was so worried and immediately making up because you can’t stand to see the other upset

Sharing a first kiss together because one of you (or both of you) feel inexperienced and want to try with a comfortable friend first

Sharing a first time together because one of you (or both of you) feel inexperienced and want to try with a comfortable friend first

Send your own ideas!!

[ashlynredonovitch]

Not thinking of the cheating storyline because if feels SO OOC to me. The two, at one point in the series, healthiest relationships in the show, cheated on each other? It does not feel like something Big Red and Seb would do to their SO’s. At. All.

It’s just not in their written characters and how much they devoted their characters to the other that they would cheat. Not mentioning that canonically it doesn’t make any sense with the plot line of s3. You’re telling me Big Red told Ashlyn she was his world after he just cheated on her? I like Madlyn, I think Julia and Saylor work fantastically together, but it feels like they gave up on Big Red the second season 3 started.

Same with Seb, those boys are DEVOTED to each other. It does not make for him to cheat on Carlos. And the whole “I cheated so I hoped you did too, to cancel them out” feels like encouraging cheating. The whole thing feels off.

I am finishing up editing Redlyn stories I wrote even though I know they are not canon anymore, but I put too much work and time into them to let them sit in my storage. ❤️

[ashlynredonovitch]

Guess who’s back?