Sweet Chocolate (Willy Wonka X Reader)

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The year is 1971, the year that changed for (y/n) Bucket and the rest of her family.

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    It was around 8 p.m. and I had just gotten done closing up the shop and was now heading home. I wasn't too worried about my safety. This town was quite peaceful and wasn't known for much crime. I made it to the end of the sidewalk and looked at the towering gates before me. The chocolate factory. I always loved its tall walls and beautiful chimneys.

    I took in the air, and my lips curled into a smile as I smelled the faint scent of chocolate. I exhaled and continued my journey home, not without looking back at the magnificent factory. I longed to go inside the walls of the factory and see how everything was made, especially who makes them. I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard the honking of a car horn and I quickly ran across the street, reaching my house. I opened the door and was greeted with 'hellos' and 'good evenings' from my Grandparents.

    I closed the door and smiled at them. I took off my coat and greeted every single one of them.

    "Hello Grandpa George, Grandma Georgina, Grandma Josephine, and Grandpa Joe," I said, circling the bed to kiss them on the cheek one by one. Mother took her eyes off of the soup she was making; which I'm guessing is cabbage soup, and gave me a warm smile. I returned the smile and went into my room to change my clothes. I soon heard my grandparents talking and I began to eavesdrop.

    "Charlie's late," Grandma Josephine said.

    "He works too hard for a little boy. He should have some time to play," Grandpa Joe said.

    "Not enough hours in the day. With the four of you bedridden for the past twenty years, it takes a lot of work to keep this family going," Mother said firmly.

    "If only his father were alive," Grandma Josephine interjected.

    'Yeah, if only,' I thought, putting my shirt over my head and drowning out the rest of the conversation as I thought about my father. I sighed and walked out of my room to the rest of my family. Mother gave each of us a bowl of soup and we began eating. Charlie busted through the door not long after with a smile.

    "Hi everybody!" Charlie said, closing the door. He went around and kissed every single Grandparent, stopping when he got to Grandpa Joe and looked at his bowl of soup. "Is this your supper, Grandpa?"

    "Well, it's yours too, Charlie," Grandpa Joe responded.

    "I'm fed up with cabbage water. It's not enough!" Charlie said, grabbing the bag around his shoulders. Grandma Josephine and Grandma Georgina started to scold Charlie for what he said. "How about this," Charlie pulled out a loaf of bread.

    "Charlie, where'd you get that?" Mother asked with knitted brows.

    "What difference does it make where he got it? Point is: he got it," Grandpa Joe said raising his voice.

    "It's my first payday," Charlie said proudly. He walked over to Mother, giving her the coins that were left except one. I smiled at the action, I'm sure Mother is very proud of Charlie. If dad was here, he would be proud of Charlie too. Charlie went over to Grandpa Joe, handing him the last coin. "From now on, I'm going to pay for your tobacco," Charlie exclaimed. Grandpa Joe put the coin back in Charlie's hand.

    "No one's going to play for it, Charlie. I'm giving it up," Grandpa Joe said. Mother said something but I wasn't paying attention, my mind was on something completely different. I finished my bowl of soup, not bothering to get a piece of bread. I kissed everyone goodnight and headed to my room.

    I closed the door and sat on my bed, hiding my face in my hands. I sighed and removed my hands, curling into a ball on my bed. I was stressed these past few months, having to work all the time is exhausting. I quickly fell asleep, feeling very drained from today.