#romace

[moongirl94]

JinMao Modern Version 💜💚

They look so good together, their chemistry is on another level 😍🤧

Original post on 🐦ryosuketarou🐦

[saraswritingtipps]

Sparking Chemistry Between Characters

Subtle Gazes and lingering touches:

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and they can convey volumes of unspoken emotions. Describe those stolen glances, the lingering eye contact, and the way their gazes seem to connect on a deeper level. In addition, small touches like a brush of hands or an accidental bump can create electric moments that hint at an underlying romantic attraction. For example:

"Her heart fluttered as she caught him stealing glances, his eyes softly tracing the curves of her smile. With every accidental touch, their hands lingered, sending a current of warmth through their veins."

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Meaningful Conversations and Shared Secrets:

Deep conversations and intimate confessions can be powerful tools for hinting at romantic feelings. When characters open up to one another, revealing their vulnerabilities and dreams, a bond begins to form. These moments create a sense of emotional intimacy that can lay the groundwork for a blossoming romance. Consider this example:

"Underneath the twinkling stars, they shared secrets that they had never uttered to anyone else. As he listened to her dreams, he realized that he wanted to be a part of them, and a warm smile played on his lips."

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Playful Teasing and Banter:

Ah, the age-old art of witty banter! This lighthearted exchange of playful jabs and teasing remarks can build tension and create a magnetic pull between characters. It allows them to establish a unique connection filled with laughter and friendly competition. Here's an example:

"Their banter was a delightful dance of sharp wit and quick comebacks. Every retort was like a playful spark that kept the fire between them burning bright, a dance they couldn't resist joining every chance they got."

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Unspoken Jealousy and Protective Gestures:

Jealousy can be a potent emotion to hint at unexpressed romantic feelings. When one character starts to feel protective or slightly possessive, it suggests a deeper connection brewing beneath the surface. Show how they react to potential rivals or display signs of concern for each other's well-being. Check out this snippet:

"Her heart skipped a beat as she noticed the subtle tightening of his jawline when he saw her laughing with someone else. His fingers tapped nervously, silently craving her attention, and he couldn't help but step closer, ready to ward off any potential threats."

[bon-sides-sw]

Dance with me

Redraw of that one BTS pic of Jango and Obi-Wan

[sas-soulwriter]

Fantasy place (which you can use for your story)

Some fantasy places you can use for your next story .

Luminoth Hollow: A subterranean cavern filled with glowing crystals that emit soothing light. Luminoth Hollow is home to a race of peaceful, bioluminescent creatures who communicate through light patterns.

Zephyria: A floating archipelago of lush, skyborne islands, tethered together by colossal, living vines. Each island has its unique ecosystem and is inhabited by winged creatures who navigate the skies between them.

Aurora Glade: A tranquil meadow hidden within a giant, sentient tree. The glade is bathed in eternal twilight and inhabited by gentle, dreamweaving creatures who protect the dreams of those who visit.

The Obsidian Spire: A towering, black monolith that pierces the heavens. It's said that at its peak lies a portal to another realm, guarded by enigmatic sentinels who test the worth of those who seek passage.

Eldertide Marsh: A mystical swamp where ancient, sentient trees rise from the waters, and luminous fireflies lead travelers along phosphorescent pathways. It's rumored that the marsh holds the key to unlocking forgotten knowledge.

Clockwork Citadel: A colossal, mechanical fortress powered by intricate gears and steam. Clockwork automatons serve as both guardians and caretakers, and the citadel houses a library containing the accumulated wisdom of the ages.

Whispering Sands: A desert where the dunes are constantly shifting, and the winds carry the whispers of long-forgotten spirits. At its heart stands an oasis of liquid crystal that reveals glimpses of the past and future.

The Eternal Library: A massive, floating island covered in towering bookshelves. Each book contains the life story of an individual, and the library is said to grant the power to rewrite destinies.

Gloomwood Thicket: A dense, enchanted forest perpetually cloaked in twilight. Within its shadows reside shadowy creatures that can manipulate time, making it a place of both wonder and danger.

Abyssal Abyss: An underwater realm where bioluminescent flora and fauna thrive. Merfolk and other aquatic beings have built stunning, glowing cities within deep-sea caves.

Sylvan Skylines: An archipelago of floating islands inhabited by tree-dwelling, bird-like beings who harness the power of wind and weather. They craft intricate bridges and pathways connecting their aerial homes.

Whispering Peaks: Towering, mist-shrouded mountains said to hold the knowledge of the cosmos. Monasteries and meditation chambers dot the landscape, where monks seek enlightenment through quiet contemplation.

The Emberforge: An underground forge where skilled blacksmiths craft legendary weapons and armor imbued with the essence of fallen stars. The air is filled with the sound of hammers on metal and the crackling of celestial flames.

The Crystal Canyons: A network of canyons adorned with enormous, glowing crystals that resonate with hauntingly beautiful melodies when touched. Nomadic crystal herders roam the canyons, taming the living crystals.

The Dreamer's Archipelago: A series of islands, each representing different dreams and nightmares. Travelers can enter these dreamscapes and interact with the inhabitants, who are manifestations of dreams themselves.

[unamused-boss]

Kiss the Chef

Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader

Summary: You and Billy had to take career tests at school to see were you should go in life... and you got baker. Well it says banker but you like the sound of baker way better! So you decide to practice your baking. While your loving boyfriend gets to taste everything!

(yes I am basing reader off of Aimee from sex education)

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At the ring of the bell at 3:15; those were the holy trumpets that released you and Billy from school for the weekend. You sigh with such relief knowing you have no homework to do over the weekend. Putting your books into your locker to not be touched for the next two days. Just as you were putting you last book up, you felt two bulky arm wrap around your waist. Giving it a good squeeze.

"What do you want Billy." You giggled to your boyfriend. Billy kept his arms in place on your waist. You feel his head dip into your neck slightly giving you a light kiss on the neck. You giggled once again taking your neck away from his lips. Giving a quiet "Stop".

"What?" Billy questioned. "Can I not kiss my pretty girlfriend?"

"You can... just when there aren't as many people around." You said with a smile. You take Billy's hand within yours to make your way out of the school to the parking lot. Once to Billy's car you both wait outside of it for Max to come from the middle school.

"What did you get on that test thingy today?" You asked. Billy turned to you, a little confused, with a cigarette in his mouth as he lit it.

"What test?" He said as he puffed.

"The career test, silly." You said it like it was obvious. Which it should have been if he was in class. Billy gave an acknowledged "Oh" before reaching into his pocket for a piece of paper before handing it to you.

"I didn't read all of it, but most of it is true." Billy said taking another huff of his cigarette. You look over his results.

"Mechanic, Marine Biologist? ooh that sounds fun." You said as you read through the rest of them. "Yours fit pretty well baby."

"Thank you, gorgeous." Billy smiled. "What did you get?"

"Oh the usual." You started, taking out your paper. "Teacher, veterinarian, baker-" You were about to continue when Billy stopped you.

"What did you say babe?"

"Baker?"

"Sweetheart, baker wasn't one of the options." Billy said, stomping out his cigarette then taking your form to look over. "Babe this says banker."

"Well I like baker better." You put it straightly.

Billy laughed," Whatever you say, pretty girl." Handing you your paper back when Max finally arrived. "In the back shit-bird." Billy said.

"Hey be nice." You softly snapped to him.

"Okay." He breathed. Max laughed a bit at the interaction; Max saw a slight change in Billy when you guys started dating. Plus she loved you. You were so nice and mellowed Billy out a lot. Tones of people say you're a bit ditsy, but Max knows you're just really sweet. Billy drops Max off first so he can get some more time with you. Once you reach your house, you collect your things to go in. Giving Billy a quick kiss you say.

"Can you be here later on Saturday?"

"Of course sweetheart." Billy answered.

"Great see you then." You smiled, then shutting the door of the car to make your way up to your house to get inside. Once Billy saw you were inside he made his way home.

For the next 10 hours you worked your butt off on baking a cake from scratch. It was a simple vanilla cake with home made whipped frosting. It was adorable. You did everything the way you were supposed to. Flour may have gotten everywhere, plus you spilt a lot of salt but your parents don't come home till Sunday so you're fine. You put your heart into making this cake just for your boyfriend. And just in character you didn't taste the cake, cause to you it would already be wonderful. So you set your cake in the fridge for the night. Was it mentioned that the cake was shaped like a heart... well an uneven heart with as well as uneven pink icing spread on it. But you knew Billy was going to love it. So you cleaned the kitchen, got ready for bed, and couldn't wait to see your boyfriend tomorrow.

Billy made it over to your house at 12:30. He couldn't wait to see you, seeing you is the best part of his day. He knocked on the front door waiting for you to come answer it. When you opened the door you gave Billy the biggest smile you could jumping into his arms giving him a hug. Once he puts you down you take his hand and lead him into you house to your dining table.

"Okay sit down, I have a surprise for you." You say. Billy takes his seat as you rush to the fridge to grab his cake. Coming back over with the cake tray in your arms you place it down on the table. Billy just stares at it.

"You made me a cake?" Billy said, somewhat shocked.

"Yes, you're my boyfriend." You answered. "And I love you, so it's made with love. Here let me get you a plate." You get up to grab a plate for him as well as some silverware. You cut Billy a slice hand it over to him, all the while Billy is still sitting there shocked. Shocked that you made him a cake. The last person that made him a cake was his mom on his ninth birthday. Billy really did love you.

As you set the cake in front of him, he take the fork digging a piece of the baked good out. Bringing it up to his mouth to take a bite. And.. with one chew...

It was the worst thing Billy has ever eaten. But he couldn't tell you that. He sat there, with the piece of brick in his mouth, looking at your beaming face waiting for his response. But Billy was panicking, what was he going to tell you.

"So?" You asked Billy. "What do you think?"

"It's.. It's good, really good." Billy answered. "It's really good pound cake, sweetheart." Billy was fighting for his life eating this piece of cake. He started rot slouch over cause of the intense chewing he was doing, he jaw was starting to somewhat hurt. It didn't help that the cake was dry and the frosting was salty.

"What? It's not pound cake?" You said, confused.

"It's not?" Billy's head shot up, hoping you didn't catch him in his small lie.

"No, it's vanilla cake." You said. Billy had a small sigh of relief, you didn't catch him.

"Oh... well it's a great piece of cake." He just conformed to his fate.

"Why are you making that face?" You ask innocently. Billy froze.

"What face?"

"That face, you look stranded." You say.

"No I'm not, I'm just enjoying the cake my girlfriend made me." Billy finally being able to swallow down the piece of cake that was in his mouth. "And I don't think I can eat anymore, I'm gonna get water to wash it down." He said as he made his way to get up.

"Billy you only took one bite?" You said. Billy froze again.

"Babe, it's was so good I just can't eat anymore right now." Billy said getting a cup from your cupboard to drink some water.

"Billy, If you didn't like it just tell me it won't hurt my feelings." You reassured.

"Babe, I am telling you it was a great tasting cake." He said after drinking some water. As he went to get another cup you take the fork an grab a piece for yourself to eat.

"Wait babe..." But Billy couldn't save you. You were already eating the cake. By the contentment of your face, you now understood Billy now.

"Oh my god Billy!" You ran to spit the cake into the trash, "Why did you eat the?!"

"Cause you made it for me."

"But it was awful, why would you do that?!!" Still shocked that he actually ate your disgusting cake.

"Like I said, you made it for me." Billy answered " And I love you, and didn't want to hurt you feelings."

"Well hurt them next time." You laughed. You walk up to Billy taking him into a hug. He held you at your waist, while you held him at his back. Just standing there for a moment. You bring you head back to look up to him, you chests being pressed together.

"I don't get you Hargrove, and I never will." You said, "But I do know the I love you."

"I love you to baby." Billy answered. Both of you brought your lips together for a soft kiss. After a second or two you pull away.

"So, I guess being a baker is out of the question?" You laughed, Billy laughed as well to your joke.

"I don't know, you got one hot buns yourself." He flirted.

"Og shut up." You laughed. "You're so corny."

"Hey, you said yes to me." Belling retorted. "That sounds like a you problem."

"So, what are we gonna do with the cake?"

"Eh, I can give it to Max or Harrington as a peace offering."

"Oh my god, shut up Billy." You laughed. Billy pulled you tighter into another hug, this time you bath stay in the position. Embracing each others warmth.

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Hey! Hope you enjoyed this. This was a cute idea I had, I hope y'all like it.

Part 3 to California Dreaming is in the works, I'v just had writers block and school. So I decided to write y'all a cute story real quick!

@bbarbiegurll

@capitanostella

@mystargirl-interlude

@maackiimoo

@ryanandshanearemydads

[v4mpireg1rl0]

to my fellow vampire loving, wlw girlies please i’m begging you to read Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu!!!

the book was written before dracula and is rumoured to be one of Bram stokers inspirations to write Dracula.

i don’t want to reveal too much about the book but to summarise, it is narrated by a young woman who is preyed upon by a vampire called carmilla.

it’s such a great gothic novella thought i would share hehe

[romances-perdidos-x]

Antes de dormir, a veces pienso en ti, en nuestra historia.

Si me hubiera comportado de manera diferente, si hubiera dicho lo que quería decirte

¿Estaríamos todavía juntos ahora?

~ Un tsunami en el corazón

Morningstar.

[viridian-pickle]

[kaulitzhotel]

helloo!! can you do a tom x f!reader where like tom is very touchy, always having his hands around readers waist and all, and like he's big on pda but like reader hates it, she hates touch specially in public and she just pushes toms hands away everytime he does it and like he gets hurt a bit and they talk

does this make sense??

Synopsis: You are at the mall with your friends and Tom starts to get very touchy. You get upset and push him away breaking a piece of his heart. There's a serious discussion after. (2007)

Content: Sad and fluff!

Notes: Hello! I hope you like it. I was getting mad while writing this. But I'm proud of it.

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My heart hurts, please stop

“Let's go take a break by the food stands outside!” I recommend it to my friend Samantha.

“Oh, yes!” She replied.

Me and my friend Samantha and the other friends she brought went outside to go chat and eat. And my boyfriend Tom who was walking behind us catches up to me and kept a hand in the back pocket of my jeans.

I loved Tom and all don't get me wrong but sometimes the physical attention was too much. I would have to limit him from time to time. I liked my personal space.

Anyways, we got some food at the stands and went to sit at a table with a cute umbrella in the middle. Tom sat next to me with a taco on his plate. “Try some of this.” He held it out for me to bite. It felt uncomfortable to have my friends stare at us or strangers.

I was a little hesitant but I took a bite, “It's good!”

He smiled at me and I could tell he was happy to see me act this way. After when we finished eating I stood up to throw away my garbage and Tom behind me of course.

I went back to the table and listened to what my friends were talking about. I felt Tom’s hands on my waist and his lips touching my neck. I tried to ignore it but he hugged me and held my hands upfront with his body pressed on me. I shake off his hands and they were back on my waist but then I took them off my waist.

“Baby...” He whispered tickling my ear.

“Can you back off for a minute?” I whispered back.

And that's when he pushed it when he kissed the back of my neck. It was time to go home.

“I had a great time with you guys but we are going go to back home,” I announced.

“Aw okay, call me when you want to hang out again and Tom is welcome to come!” She waved us off.

My ass. Next time he isn't coming.

Me and Tom walked away into the parking lot. He tried holding onto my hand but I moved it away.

“Can you not touch me for once? You are the reason why we are leaving right now. I hate it so much. I hate it every time you touch me.” I blurt out.

I stopped in my tracks when I heard only my steps. I turn around and Tom stood there like a hurt puppy. No words came out but the expression on his face was broken. He walked passed me to the car.

Driving to the house

Tom didn't say anything the whole time on our way home. Usually, he would have his hand on my thigh or hold my hand while he is driving.

“Tom look--”

“Don't talk to me right now Y/N.” He interrupted.

I didn't say anything else but looked out the window. I realized how much I hurt him. I was fighting back the tears. I shouldn't be the one crying. What have I done?

Arrived at the house

I took a seat at the dining room table. Tom sat in front of me looking down. It was silent. What could I say?

“Do you not love me anymore?” He spoke first.

“I still love you and always will.” , “Doesn't seem like it all you do is push me away whether it's public or private.”

“I'm just not used to someone giving me attention like that. It makes me uncomfortable.”

“I understand that but I'm your boyfriend or maybe your future fiance. How should I make you comfortable? By not touching you at all? If that's the case we shouldn't be together.” Those last words tore me apart.

“Are you breaking up with me?” I was lost for words at this point.

“I'm not. I want to continue loving you. I want to see what our future can be. But you are the one that's treating our relationship as if we should.” Tom started choking on his words. It was hard for it to leave his mouth when he said that. Tears were forming and he looked away from me to wipe them away.

“I'm sorry Tom, I never viewed it that way before. I didn't know it meant so much to you...”

“I can't do this.” Tom stood up and went to our bedroom and closed the door.

I sit there feeling like an asshole. I let him calm down for a few minutes before stepping to the door. I gave it a light knock. But no answer. I creaked open the door and saw him laying in the bed.

I laid down on the bed beside him looking at his face. He stared at me with no expression. Only puffy eyes. I did something I never did before.

I held out my arms and he looked a bit shocked. He moved closer slowly waiting for me to tell him to go away. I hugged him holding him so tight that we were nearly one person.

“I'm sorry...” I cried on him.

“My heart hurts.” He said hugging me back and inhaling the smell of my hair. “But it will never stop loving you.”

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[thebarontheabyss]

we can romance all of the ros at once, right? a big happy polycule at the end of the afterlife, right?? ;; v ;;

Almost! 👀

Death, The Witch, and The Devil will happily join your afterlife polycule - while Hastur, Peisinoe, and He Without Name are only available for a monogamous relationship. There are... reasons for each to refuse a poly relationship.

But also, if you date half your staff, Yaga will be extremely annoyed with you.

[llady-in-red]

I love Sgaeyl! 💖 If you don’t we can’t be friends…

[moongirl94]

JINSHI: "I've stopped because I can't hold it anymore."

MaoMao: Are you going to lose your patience?"

JINSHI: " Yes, because it won't stop at just squeezing you, I will bite and lick you."

MaoMao: " I just shuddered just now"

MaoMao's eyes are half closed. She got goosebumps.

JINSHI: " How rude "

Jinshi didn't get angry. He just looked at MaoMao enviously.

MaoMao: " Now if you excuse me."

Naughty.

MaoMao feel like pulling a little prank on Jinshi. She drank a fruit water,but her finger got wet from condensation on her bowl.

She pointed her damp fingertips towards Jinshi.

She places her index finger on Jinshi's wrist. 🌸💖

[uccmd]

Saw how some people were angry because of how easy it was for Gabriel and Beelzebub to get their shit together and start a healthy relationship, not choosing sides. I mean, sorry to interrupt your aggression after our common break down, but these two are at the highest positions in their territories, there are only the God and the Satan above them. Of course it's easy for them to have their meetings and romance, there is no a single soul that could possibly do anything to them, and if there is, well they have enough power to hide themselves (which they in fact did). You might say it's hypocritical of them considering their reactions on Crowley and Aziraphale 's life on Earth, but talking frankly they were different at that time. They've changed each other, and now they can understand Aziraphale and Crowley, they just chose themselves and left instead of trying to do something with a mess or apologizing.

[strikerz08]

☆ Whale sharks are so silly 🩷 ☆

[zyhkoo]

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eye candy ♡ willy wonka 2023

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✦✦ 𓏏𓏏 ms. y/n rosewell, a famous botanist has come back from town after a year. she had returned with special flowers from her trip and famous willy wonka has caught her attention. will they get along? ♡ wattpad link part 2

"Thanks for the hand, kind gentleman! Your pay is in at the counter over there," you grinned as you placed a package on the table. It had been a year since you had traveled the world, and the town you resided in appeared more vibrant and bustling than before. Everyone in town appeared more happy and cheery than the previous time you came, which was quite the lovely sensation.

You unpacked the boxes and set some flowers on the shelf; a few boxes required strength to lift, but you were able to do it. You brought home a variety of flowers, from common to unusual, and basic to exotic. It was difficult traveling with flowers for a year; some didn't make it back to town. But that is what it is; you were just happy to bring home beautiful flowers for others to admire.

You were a well known botanist, your flowers were known well throughout the town. If a loved one received flowers from your shop, it was basically a flex. Some people recognized you on the way and were delighted to see you, while others briefly stopped to see if they can purchase a couple of flowers. But you rejected, saying you wanted to start selling when your business reopened for everyone.

Finally, after hours of effort, you placed the last flower on the shelf. You wiped your sweat and looked around. You were really proud because all of your gorgeous flowers were placed exactly where you intended them to be.

The sun was beginning to set; tomorrow would be the day you reopened your small shop.

Up your shop, there was your room. It wasn't too big nor too small, it felt just right. You didn't care about fancy things, as long as you felt happy you'll be fine. Flowers brought you joy but was that really all?

You never really had friends, only acquaintances. You were an orphan raised by a botanist who passed when you turned 16.  You had a step-sister who went missing. Who else was there for you? No one ever wanted to see you other than for your flowers. It was kind of a sad thought, maybe this year you'll find someone.

You exhaled, shaking the ideas from your brain. After you finished your bath, you put on your favorite nightgown. You peeked out the window before going to bed. The town lights were stunning; they appeared like stars emerging from the earth. The stillness soothed your senses, and you no longer felt alone; it wasn't that horrible.

It was getting late, so you blew out the candle and went to sleep.

You switched the sign in front of your door, you were now open for business. You watered and re-arranged the flowers for a bit, suddenly the wind chime jingled making it get your attention. The person in the door was Mr. Wesley, he had a box of chocolates in his hand and had a very formal appearance.

"Mr. Wesley, good to see you again." you told him with a soft smile "Its good to see you as well Ms. Rosewell! As soon as I heard you were back, I just had to come again." he told you "Oh I'm quite flattered, Flowers for your girl again?" You asked crossing your arms.

Thomas Wesley was one of your usual customers, he'd always pick a bouquet every 2 weeks for his beloved partner. He didn't have much with him, but he was willing to do whatever to make his beloved sweetheart happy. "Yes, shes now my wife." a bashful grin was written on his face. Your eyes widened in surprise "Oh really? Congratulations, I suppose shes a Mrs. Wesley now." you chuckled.

He smiled, "Yes, my brother helped me with the wedding, I couldn't done it without him. I wish you were there though, you had the finest of flowers in the town."

"Oh please, theres a lot of botanists here. But anyway, what would you like this time?" you asked him.

He looked around your shop for a bit "I need something for Valentine's day tomorrow. Maybe something big? I have 12 silver sovereigns right now, is that enough?"

Oh right, it's Valentine's day tomorrow. Valentine's Day used to be one of your busiest days; men would frequently purchase bouquets for their loved ones during the month of February. In exchange, you received a large number of sales, however working long hours exhausts you greatly.

"I can give you one of my best bouquets, I've already made a few while going back from my trip. What do you think about this one?" you asked, as you gave him a large bouquet. It had different types of pink and purple flowers and it had a gold bow wrapped around it with white accents.

"It costs 20 silver sovereigns, but since you don't have enough. You can pay me 7, oh and you can pick one of those roses over there for free. Consider it a late wedding gift." Ms. Wesley smiled "Thank you Ms. Rosewell! My, this is truly stunning. My wife will love this."

He placed the money on the counter, along with a small bar of chocolate. You looked down and stared at the bar of chocolate that he left. You called out Mr. Wesley. "Mr. Wesley, you left this?" you said, holding the bar of chocolate. "Oh, its for you! Taste it, it's the best chocolate in town." Mr. Wesley replied as he left your store.

You looked at the chocolate and flipped it over and saw the word Wonka. You blinked "Thats a silly name.." you chuckled, you unwrapped the chocolate and broke a piece. You took a tiny mouthful, and while it first tasted like regular chocolate, it soon acquired an odd tone.  It was unlike any other sweet, and it tasted fantastic.

You were more of a fan of bitter or not-too-sweet chocolate. You were unable to define this feeling, though; it seemed different. It's just really delicious.

You wanted to know more, you went outside and saw a boy selling newspapers. He waved the newspaper around while trying to get people to buy his newspapers. You approached him "Excuse me young boy, do you have anything about.. Wonka?" the boy casted a glance at you.

"Aye! Right here, I have this. All ya need to know about him is right here." you smiled "Thank you, how much is it?" The boy answered, "Just 5 silver sovereigns." yikes quite pricey. "Thank you, have an extra 5." you told him as you gave him 10 silver sovereigns.

You quickly went back to your store, it says Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. "Huh, silly name." you said. It was about a man who created the most delicious chocolates, he got rid of the candy cartel as well. You never agreed with the candy cartel, your step-sister once worked for them only to never be found.

You missed your found family, they were your big inspiration. You stopped dreaming when your sister vanished. You were so desperate to stop dreaming that you couldn't even recall what your aspirations had been. But it was time to move on, dwelling in the past was not healthy and it was time to focus on the future.

You kept the piece of newspaper under your drawer, more customers came into your store. You guided the people who had trouble picking flowers for their special someone, you wrote a few notes on the bouquets, and in the end of the day you got money.

"Thank you Ms. Rosewell!" said a girl as she waved goodbye "Excuse me miss, but what flowers do you recommend? I'm just looking for a single flower to give to my momma." a boy asked "What exactly is your mother like?" you asked "She.. shes quite classy thats for sure." he replied.

The boy's clothes were a mess, he had a few dirt on his face and wore a small beret. He looked poor, he reminds you of yourself when you were a young small child.

You handed him a flower called The Noir Love rose. You obtained these flowers from a dark cave, and they illuminated in the dark, comparable to a fairy light. Once plucked, these flowers harden and never die. However, once they are back on soil, they only have three days to live.

"Here's The Noir Love Rose. This unusual flower can only be discovered in the deepest darkest of caves; once picked, these roses harden forever." You told the boy, "However, if you plant them back in soil. They'll have three days to live."

The boys eyes twinkled "Wow, thats so interesting! Thank you, momma will love this." he grinned "How much is it?" the boy asked, ready to get his money.

You softly patted his head "Don't you worry young one, its for free. Now give it to your mother." the little boy smiled and ran off.

"How generous." you heard a young man enter your shop, "Hello Mister, what can I do for you?" You weren't looking at him, you were focused on rearranging the flowers on your shelves. The young man hummed "Interesting request, but can I buy some Burberry smite flowers?" you perked up and looked at him.

"An odd request indeed, what do you need it for?"

He had curly hair, a crane, a brown top hat, and a scarf. You attempted to find the best words to describe him, and your final impression was that he resembled a big puppy.

"For chocolate miss." he replied

Chocolate..?

You crossed your arms "I don't think Burberry smites are edible." you told him "Oh, anything is possible with me miss." he softly smiled at you "You look familiar," you said approaching him "Well, I am well known around this town." he laughed.

Curly brown hair, a top hat, a scarf and a crane and the passion for chocolate.

"Are you Willy Wonka?"

"Indeed I am!" he said, tipping down his hat. "And you're Y/N Rosewell am I right? The daring botanist who toured the world in search of lovely flowers to offer to people in love." you chuckled "Is that really what people think about me?" you said "Why of course, anyone would die to get a flower from you. I've heard a lot about you, Ms. Rosewell."

"I'd say the same Mr. Wonka, you have great talent." you praised back.

Willy chuckled "Flattering, now about the Burberry smites.." he placed a hand on the counter "How much do they cost?" you hummed "Quite a lot Mr. candy man. They're really hard to get, they're my most expensive flowers." you replied to his question.

Burberry smites were extremely difficult to get; they are located in deep underwater caverns, typically near an undersea volcano. Despite its name being akin to "blueberry," it was purple. It also had a lovely aroma, and it was thought that anyone who smelled the Burberry smite would fall in love with the next person they saw.

However, this generally occurs when the fragrance is strong and it takes time for someone to truly fall love someone.

Willy asked "So how much would it be, Ms. Rosewell."

"100 thousand sovereigns." 

"Huh."

For a brief moment there was silence "Quite a lot, but understandable. They are a trouble to get." Willy said "Say, are you interested to bargain with something else?" you tilted your head "What would it be Mr. Wonka?" you asked the candy man. Willy chuckled "Well you already know the only thing I have is chocolate."

"Hmm, your chocolate is quite delicious. But is it worth a flower?" you told him "Haha, well you see Ms. Rosewell. The town festival is coming soon, and I'd like to impress people by making a wonderland full of sweets." Willy told you "You're quite the dreamer Willy Wonka." you chuckled.

Right, the festival was approaching. For two weeks, the townsfolk would celebrate the town's anniversary. It was a really hectic and crowded week. So you normally close till the festival is over. Although, you loved wandering around the festival. You'd frequently go shopping while also enjoying the silly games.

It has been quite some time since you celebrated the festival.

You sat down the counter "Alright, I can agree with chocolate. What do you have for me?" you asked, resting your hands in your palms. "I'll make it special for you. How do you like it? Dark? White? Nutty? Exotic?" he said, looking at your eyes. You laughed "I usually like them bitter, not too sweet." you said, answering his question "I'm not really a fan of chocolate. Nor things that are too sweet, I feel like they're not for me." you said.

"WHAT? You don't like chocolate??"

"..."

"Ahem, my apologies Ms. Rosewell."

Willy adjusted his scarf "Don't you worry, I'll make something perfect for you. Mind if I place my suitcase on your counter?"

He opened his luggage, which resembled a little factory filled with remedies and miniature machinery. He began to prepare the chocolate; you didn't expect him to produce sweets on the spot. Looking at his expression, you could see he was proud of his craft. When you were selling flowers, he seemed to embody everything you want.

But, you weren't that proud of your work. You thought that it could be better, but you can never make anything that is up to your expectations.

"Alright, there we go, apologies, they take a long time to make." Willy rubbed his head. "That's fine, I don't mind at all," you answered, soothing him. You suddenly decided to make some small talk: "Have you always wanted to be a chocolate maker?"" you inquired. "Not at all, I wanted to be a magician." He said.

"My mother was my inspiration, when she made me chocolate I knew I wanted to do the same." he said, his eyes were twinkling. "Wheres your mother now?" you asked, "Shes gone."

He was just like you.

"I understand," you said. "We have a similar story; back then, I aspired to be an actress... or a painter." He looked at you. "I used to audition for plays all the time. And I used to create portraits of my foster family," you said. Willy looked at you, he rested his chin on his palm "How did you become a botanist then?" he asked.

"I gave up. I stopped being a dreamer," you explained, your eyes softening slightly. The both of you went silent, then Willy spoke up "Well it wont hurt to still try and chase them right?" Before you could say anything, a little ding was heard. "Oh, it's ready. Come! Take a piece of my chocolate." You rose up from your seat and approached him.

He reached out the chocolate to you, it had a dark color and held a star shape. You took the piece and ate, it tasted amazing. "This is wonderful.." you said, reminiscing. "Isn't it? Im glad." Willy grinned "What about this, I'll give you a jar every month in exchange for a Burberry smite." Willy offered, you looked at him "How many do you want exactly Mr. Wonka?"

"Oh a single flower is already a lot for me, so do we have a deal?" Willy said, reaching out his hand. "We have a deal." you said,  shaking his hand. "Do you have a name for this yet?" you asked, Willy shrugged "Not yet." he said "What if I named it after you? Its your request after all." he said "Mn, Rosewell chocolates? Interesting haha." you laughed.

"I'll get the Burberry smites. Do you prefer the big ones or the small ones?" Willy thought for a bit "I want it just right, you think you have that?" he answered your question "Of course, I have a few." you answered back.

You held the Burberry smite. Its soil was sand, it had a ceramic vase, and it required water to survive. Thus, it contains ocean water.

"Mn, smells quite lovely." you murmured, sniffing the flowers. Willy closed his eyes and took a smell, "They certainly do." you smiled at his comment "Glad you think so as well."

"Splendid, thank you, Ms. Rosewell." Willy replied. "Your welcome—oh, just a moment, I forgot something." you said, pausing him.

You took the vase from him, placed it on the counter, and wrapped a shiny brown ribbon around it. "There we go, please come again." Willy smiled broadly, "I will very surely do Ms. Rosewell." He lifted his hat, "Why don't you come and see me at my store? Or my factory?" He offered, "I will think about it! It's getting late; please be safe."

You could not help but smile as you saw him leave your business. He appeared to be a pleasant person, you imagined in your head that he was a greedy and aggressive businessman. But you were quite wrong, in fact he was quite kind, and you want to meet him soon and perhaps become friends. But there was a comfortable sensation in your chest; perhaps you yearned for more.

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hi everyone! my name is blythe, this is my first ever fic!

i fell in love with timothee's wonka so i just had to write something haha. but here are the first parts of the story, a lot of these things are made up of course like the flowers burberry smites etc..

i haven't beta read/proof read any of this, so there is a chance i will revamp some of these if i do change them, they will be changed in wattpad. i hope thats fine!

once i get enough readers in wattpad, i will make the next parts! i plan to update more there.

thank you for reading c:

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