#Willie whump

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[eyluvu]

Everyone who likes wonka is autistic.

This won't get any views and I'll cry of embarrassment but why are most of us autistic

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[letthewhumpbegin]

Red (2010)

[pmak2002]

Not going Anywhere

Noodle frowned as she placed a cool washcloth on Willy’s forehead as he slept. A blizzard was sweeping across town and Noodle and her mother had been holded up at home and the night before.

According to Noodle’s mother Dorothy. Willy had shown up during the storm shivering and looking terribly unwell.

“He must have been feeling very sick when he decided to walk all this way here.” Said Dorothy to Noodle that morning.

“Poor thing must have been scared to be alone in such a sickly state. Don’t worry he’s up in his room and I called you off from school so you can help me tend to him. The storm is bad enough as is and I don’t want you at school right now anyway.” Dorothy told her daughter.

As soon as she heard that Noodle rushed upstairs to his room. She found Willy curled up in bed and shivering.

She immediately went into action getting a bowl of cool water and a washcloth to try to cool Willy down from his fever. He slowly awoke when he felt the cloth on his face and smiled when he saw Noodle.

“Noodle.” He whined. Sounding horribly raspy and tired.

“Shh it’s alright I’m here. Mom told me you came last night. She said you were really tired and sick. You walked over a mile in the snow she told me. What happened?” She asked.

“Remember how I said I was tired at the factory the other day?” He asked weakly.

“Yeah.” Noodle replied.

“I started feeling sick then but brushed it off. Then I got worse really quickly and the storm had started by that point. I was so sick but I was so alone at home.. and I was scared and…”

“Shh it’s ok. You are safe now and we’ll take good care of you.” Noodle reassured her friend.

“I really don’t feel good.” He whined.

Noodle frowned.

“Just focus on resting it’ll help you I promise.” She said.

“Stay?” He asked weakly.

Noodle smiled.

“Of course. Thanks to the blizzard I don’t have school.” She said.

Willy smiled at that being with Noodle all day? That made him feel a little better.

Noodle joined him in bed and cuddled him close. She felt warm immediately and she knew it wasn’t just from the blankets on the bed. It was from Willy’s fever that was overheating him.

Willy nuzzled her and whined.

“It’s ok Willy I’m not going anywhere.” She reassured him. She brushed his sweaty curls away from his face and fell asleep next to her sickly friend.

When Dorothy brought up soup, medicine and water for Willy. She smiled when she saw her daughter asleep with her best friend and decides to leave the items on Willy’s bedside table for later when he wakes.

She leaves the tray on the nightstand and gives both Noodle and Willy a kiss on the head before leaving to go back to work in the library.

After a few long days of rest and being snowed in with Noodle and Dorothy’s care. Willy felt much better.

[xarva]

Incoherent tkkg sketchdump

*Tim after almost having died* "damn that didn't go according to plan 😅"

CW: lots of blood under the cut

someone you know might be having the worst day of their life 🤭

[mr-and-mr-mitchell]

Sweet Revenge

Time has passed since the Chocolate Cartel were held responsible for their crimes. Now they're back, and they want revenge on Willy.

[chemdisaster]

@whumpthemusical prompt 21 - the great comet - abduction

au where the chocolatiers kidnap wonka as revenge. idea came from a night of insanity with the founding fucks

remember how to fly

For a lack of anything better to do, he spins the bottle in his hands around, amusing himself with the funny noise it makes when it comes in contact with his forefinger and thumb. Interested, he looks down at the label—Noodle's voice flits through his mind, and he smiles to himself as he sounds the letters out the way he would if she were here.

Or, tries to, that is.

[radioprinz]

Darius and Grace talk to Dr. Wendell Carson who perfectly sums um the plot of S2 😅

[just-here-for-the-whump]

Mission: Impossible 7x3 The Deal

Part 5

[eyluvu]

WORKING ON STARTING THE WILLY WONKA HYPOTHERMIA FIC I GOT YOU WONKA WHUMP NATION DONT PANIC EYLUVUS GOT IT 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

[thesandsofelsweyr]

Yoooo

Gotta go with touch starved & flinching

(from WIP Ask Game)

Thanks for the message, anon! 🥰

This is a one-shot hurt/comfort kid-fic written from 6 year old AK Jay's perspective. It's about him witnessing some of Maroni's goons beating up his dad for not paying a drug debt. Tiny Jay stands up for his dad, only for abusive asshole Willis to turn on him later and take out his humiliation on poor Jay 🥺 Cathy's a good mom in my Arkhamverse, however, so you get to see some mother-son bonding at the end 💕 (This fic was actually inspired by the scene in Euphoria where Fez beats up a drug dealing doctor while the smol son watches.)

I've already shared a short snippet, so here's a new tidbit for you!

When the long-haired man pulled the gun out of his jacket, the invisible ice around him melted and he could move again. His legs felt all wobbly, like they were made out of Jell-O, but he made himself run over to his dad. His dad was mostly mean to him but he was still his dad and Jason didn’t want him to die. That was when the three men noticed him. The skinny man and the giant stopped laughing, and the long-haired man, who was on top of his dad, looked up at him. The long-haired man had a pointy nose that reminded Jason of a bird’s beak, thick eyebrows like two fat black caterpillars, and slitted eyes as black as roaches that made him want to run away and hide in his closet under his blanket. 

That was also when he saw his dad. There was so much blood! His dad’s face was all puffy and he didn’t look like his dad anymore. And his must’ve been really scared and hurting because he was crying!  Then his mind sorta went blank—he forgot that he was afraid or that these men might hurt him too. All he cared about right then was helping his dad. 

“Don’t hurt him!” he yelled as he tried to push the long-haired man off of his dad. He started punching and kicking the man like he did to that bully at school who had beaten up his friend.

[letthewhumpbegin]

Sick Day - a Wonka fanfiction

Title: Sick Day Fandom: Wonka (2023) Genre: hurt/comfort, sickfic Characters: Willy Wonka, Noodle

Summary: It was in all his bones and muscles from the moment he opened his eyes that morning: an ache and chill that no amount of chocolate could make better, combined with a headache like an entire chocolate factory was drilling inside his brain.

In which Willy is sick, and Noodle is worried.

Word count: 1590 No. of chapters: 1 Warnings: contains descriptions of being sick, fever, collapse. Slight mentions of blood. Original post date: 2 January 2024 Completed: yes

POSTED ON: AO3: click here Tumblr: click here

Any and all feedback on my writing is highly appreciated 😇🥰. You can find my full writing masterlist here.

[xarva]

WIPs from my train ride today

I prefer drawing traditionally but being able to make multiple versions of the same piece is just so useful

[sticks-and-stones-are-great]

Mediwhump May - Day 8

"Scared of Blood"

(Dark Shadows 1966)

@mediwhumpmay

Willie knew he’d made a mistake before he’d even slipped. He had been sawing a piece of wood to size to repair the floor. A hand in the wrong spot. The gulf of time between realization and the consequences. He knew he had messed up. But he could do nothing to stop it. 

The saw skipped.

White hot pain across Willie’s wrist, burning and tearing.

He froze.

Willie watched the blood bloom in the ragged wound. He let the saw drop to the floor with a clatter. He dimly heard himself panting. He couldn’t breathe. There wasn’t any air. His fingers went to his collar to loosen the buttons there but his hands were shaking too much. 

Dark spots danced at the edges of his vision. The room whirled around him. 

Blood ran down Willie’s arm from the wound, red and dark. He watched it drip onto the floor. 

No, please, no.

It couldn’t happen again. He couldn’t bear it if it happened again. 

Willie clamped a hand over the wound. He squeezed his eyes shut. That helped. A little. Not much. 

He couldn’t breathe. His heart raced and stuttered. He was dizzy and hot and cold and sweating and oh god-

Those teeth were in him again. 

He was alone in the dark. Alone with the monster. He was alone and no one was coming to save him. 

Willie scrambled backward across the floor until his back hit the wall. He pulled his knees to his chest. He held his bleeding wrist close to his chest. Covering it. Hiding it. 

Yes, hide it. If no one sees, he’s safe. No one can see it. 

Warm blood, slick against his skin, coated his hands now.

Don’t look at it. Never look at it. 

The wound throbbed and burned. 

Willie slumped down to the floor. It was dusty but cool. He was dizzy. He kept his eyes closed. He couldn’t breathe. He was dying, wasn’t he? Dying alone in the dark. Again. 

Ringing in his ears. Everything faded away. Faded to darkness.