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I have been binge watching Timothée Chalamet movies, and seeing him hold Baby Bess as Laurie at the end of Little Women inspired this piece of Wonka fluff.

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Bun in the Oven

For most, it was just an ordinary Tuesday evening. But for you and Willy, it was your third wedding anniversary. You managed to get off work early so you could swing by the bakery to pick up a special surprise for Willy and beat him home to set up.

You pull one of the nice plates out of the cupboard from the set you save for special occasions - a wedding gift from Mr. Crunch and family. This was truly a special occasion for many reasons. You hold it to your chest for a brief moment of daydreaming about your wedding and what's to come. "Oh, I better not get too distracted. He'll be home soon," you mutter to yourself. You grab the box from the bakery and very carefully transfer a cinnamon bun to the plate. Taking a cue from your husband, you add some flair by drawing a chocolate heart next to it before setting the plate in the oven.

You barely got set up and bags put away when you hear the doorknob turn. Willy bursts into the kitchen, waltzing in with flowers and (of course) a box of chocolates. "Happy anniversary, my sweet!" He sets his gifts down on the counter in order to free up his hands to take you into his arms, dip you backwards, and plant an eager kiss on your lips.

Once you are upright again, you grab a vase for the flowers. You turn away from him to fill the vase in the sink, but really you needed a moment to regain your composure. You were so excited that you were about to vibrate right out of your skin. You bite your lip, take a breath, and turn back around to say: "I have something for you, too. Go look in the oven."

Willy cocks his head and furrows his brow in brief confusion before a grin makes its way across his face. He makes it to the oven in one giant step and pulls open the door. Feeling that it wasn't hot, he pulled the plate out. "Oh, this looks scrumptious. Aww, there's even a chocolate heart!"

"Most importantly, there's a bun. In the oven," you respond expectantly.

"Just one? You didn't get one for yourself? I'll split it with you," he says obliviously as he takes a huge bite.

"No, Willy." You huff a laugh because this is *not* going how you imagined. Sometimes you forget that before he founded his chocolate factory, he had not stayed in any one place long enough to pick up on common colloquialisms. "It's a saying. When someone says they have a bun in the oven, it means they are pregnant."

"Ah, okay." He smiles and brings up the bun to take another bite. Before it makes contact, though, he pauses and stares at you, mouth agape with a little bit of icing on his lip. "Oh..."

::Finally, he gets it:: you think to yourself.

"You...? We...?"

You nod excitedly as tears start forming in your eyes and his. As verbose and loquacious as he tends to be, your showman seems to be struggling to utter a coherent thought. "Yes, Willy, we are going to have a baby. Happy anniversary, my love!"

"Huh," he whispered, licking the icing off his lip. "Huh! Oh, [y/n]...this...this is great news!" He picked you up and spun you around. "Oh, I guess I shouldn't do that! I might make you both dizzy."

You giggle and wipe away happy tears as Willy leans his forehead against yours. He pulls you into a hug and buries his nose in your hair, stifling his own tears. You both stand in the embrace for quite a while before he loosens his grip to look you in the eyes, gently cup your cheeks in his hands, and pepper your face with kisses.

"How long? How do you feel?"

"Just six weeks. I've suspected for about a week and confirmed today. I feel okay, just a little nauseous in the mornings. It still feels unreal."

Willy smiled, but then his eyes quickly fell to the ground.

"How do *you* feel, my love?"

"Ecstatic. Hopeful. Scared. I didn't really have a father growing up. I mean, obviously I had a father, but for as long as I can remember it was just me and mamma. And then I was on my own at 15. So I don't really know what it takes to be a dad."

You ran your fingers through his unruly curls. "Just do what you already do best. Love big. Laugh often. Forgive much. And just be there for them like your mother was for you while she was earthside."

With that, Willy kneeled to eye level with your still-flat belly and leaned in. "Hello there, my little cocoa bean." Your heart fluttered as he glanced up at you through his wet eyelashes just briefly before continuing. "I can't wait to meet you. We are going to have so many adventures. But *you* are going to learn to read as soon as you are able so you don't get *almost* eaten by a tiger on these adventures like me, though. Your Aunt Noodle would agree," he giggled. "I'll also teach you magic tricks and how to make chocolate. My mamma, your grandmother, said it's not the chocolate that matters; it's who you share it with. And I can't wait to share it with you."

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Part 2

I make no claim of ownership for these characters. I just love them to pieces and wanted to share this one-shot.

Side note: Willy would totally be the kind to bring home the fruit or vegetable corresponding to the size of the baby.

Would you kindly write a sequel to the "Bun in the Oven" fic please? and thank you!!!!

You are my very first ask - like, ever! I hope you enjoy.

C/W: Pregnancy, labor

A/N: You'll need to read Part 1 for context

Bun in the Oven (Part 2)

Willy was so excited about the news that he practically ran to the library the next morning to tell Noodle. He rushed through the door, yelling, "Noodle, I..." before a patron shushed him. "Oops, sorry!" he cringed and whisper-yelled in response.

Noodle ran out from behind the desk to grab Willy's arm and pulled him to the office. "Willy, you know the library rules. You gotta be quiet. Wait...," she paused with furrowed brow. "Is everything okay? Why aren't you at the factory or store? And why are you out of breath? Did you run over here?"

"I did! I have the most stupendous news." He paused for a breath. "[Y/N] is going to have a baby! You're going to be an aunt!" Willy picked her up and spun her around. He looked like he had eaten a hover choc; he was so excited that he could barely keep his feet on the ground.

"Whoa!! How long do I have to wait?" she asked through her grin.

"About seven or eight months. It's very early yet. Which gives me time."

"Time for what?" Noodle questioned.

"To learn everything I can, of course! There weren't exactly many expectant mothers or babies on my voyages. I didn't have any siblings to care for, either. I know little to nothing about how to take care of [Y/N] or the baby. I need to know what to expect for...expecting."

"Well, Willy, you've come to the right place to learn things. Let's get started!" Noodle started thumbing through the catalog, and off they went on a scavenger hunt for facts.

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It was nearly lunchtime by the time they finished. Willy decided he would pay you a visit at work before heading back to the factory. This was a common occurrence, so much so that he was on a first name basis with all your coworkers, and they him.

"Hey, Willy!" the secretary said warmly. "[Y/N] is in the back."

"Great! Thanks, Sarah!" Willy smiled back. He ventured to the back of the shop to find you in the breakroom contentedly humming to yourself while getting your lunch ready. You hadn't yet spotted him, so he took advantage of the moment to stop and stare. You were already glowing. Sensing someone behind you, you looked up and beamed at him. "Willy! What are you doing here?"

"Hello, my sweet." He leaned down to kiss the top of your head, then sat down next to you. "You know, I can't wait to hear you hum like that to the baby. Did you know he or she is about the size of a pea right now?"

"I did not. Where did you learn this? Let me guess, you've already paid dear Noodle a visit at the library?"

"Indeed. I haven't even been to the factory yet today. I want to learn everything I can so I can take good care of you and the baby." He held up a bag of books he had checked out.

Tears started welling up in your eyes at the evidence of how genuinely excited Willy was about the prospect of being a father. He was diving head first into this experience, even doing research despite his challenges with reading. Seeing your tears, his smile faltered. "Am I overwhelming you?" he asked in a small voice.

"No, my love. I'm just so happy that you are so happy that I just can't contain it," you replied.

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The months that followed did little to quell his excitement. He took great pleasure in telling the news to anyone who would listen, even once it became obvious. The whole town knew very quickly that the famous chocolatier and his wife were expecting.

You could not have asked for a better partner than Willy. He was quick to track down the object of your cravings at any time of day. He doted on you and did everything he could to ease your discomfort as your belly grew. He was tempted to make a chocolate remedy for anything that ailed you, but he also didn't want you testing his recipes unless he knew for certain that every ingredient was safe for baby.

It became Willy's evening routine to sing softly to your belly when he came home from the factory. You had been feeling flutters and kicks for a couple of months before he could finally feel them, too. The first time was a moment you'll cherish forever. You played with his hair as he rested his head in your lap. He suddenly stopped singing mid-lullaby. You looked down in time to see the shock on his face. "Was that...did the baby just kick?!" You smiled and nodded. He sat up and rested his large hand against your belly in time to feel another kick. He had the biggest, goofiest grin you had ever seen. After that, it became a little game between the two of them. Willy would nudge, baby would nudge, and so on.

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You kept working until the last month of pregnancy, and that was only because Willy begged you to take leave and rest. Since business had picked up at the factory and stores, you could afford to take some time off; however, you needed to stay busy to keep your sanity. You used the time to put finishing touches on the baby's room.

Noodle often came by to check on you during her breaks or after the library closed. You were grateful to her for satisfying your craving for social interaction that was no longer fulfilled by your coworkers at the shop. It was lonely at home during the day when Willy was at work.

Like Willy, Noodle had also taken an interest in feeling the baby move around. The little one would suddenly become very active when they heard her voice. "Seems like we both like it when you stop by for a visit, Noodle."

"Do you think the baby will be a boy or a girl?" she asked as she looked up from her hands on your belly.

"I think it's a girl. Willy guesses a boy. What do you think?"

"I think...," she froze as she felt your belly tighten and sees you clench your teeth. "Are you alright?"

You took a breath and waved her off. "Oh, I'm fine. I've been having some discomfort off and on today, but it doesn't last long. What were you going to say?"

She eyed you suspiciously, "Ok, if you say so. I think it's a girl. But I will love them regardless."

You smiled. "Me, too. Now would you like a snack? I made some chocolate chip cook...," you paused as another more intense wave of pain radiated across your midsection. "Cookies."

Noodle stared at you with one eyebrow raised. "You can deny it all you want, but I think you're in labor. That wasn't even five minutes since the last contraction."

"Sounds like you have been studying with Willy," you said with a smirk.

"Should I go get him?"

"No, I don't want to bother him right now. This my first baby so it will take a while, even if this really is the start of labor. How about we play a game to pass the time? Dealer's choice." You broke out a deck of cards to distract the girl, but you remained keenly aware of the frequency of your discomfort.

About an hour later, you were overcome with pain, not just discomfort, severe enough that you couldn't talk through it. Noodle grabbed your hand in concern. When the pain subsided, she announced, "Alright, I am going to get Willy."

"Good idea, because I think my water just broke."

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Noodle ran to the factory as fast as her legs could take her. After asking three Oompa Loompas, she finally found Willy elbow deep in the mechanics of his taffy pulling machine.

"Hey, Streudel! How's it...wait, why are you out of breath? Did you run here? Is it [Y/N]? Is she in labor?" Noodle, out of breath, could only nod once before Willy took off running. There would be no catching up to his long legs, so she took a pause on a candy mushroom by the chocolate river to catch her breath.

Willy [barely] had the wherewithal to stop at his desk on the way out to call the midwife. Coat, hat, and cane in hand, he bolted out the factory gate and headed for home. He came in to find you leaning against the kitchen wall with one hand and holding your back with the other. You heard him enter, but you were in too much pain to acknowledge him. Without a word, he came up behind you and started applying pressure in just the right spot of your lower back to ease some discomfort, enough that you could speak again.

"You have magical hands, my love," you sighed as you leaned against him.

"I called the midwife. She should be here soon," Willy said calmly. By the time she arrived, he had already gotten you settled in the bedroom. He never left your side, helping you into whatever position felt best to labor in.

After what felt like a lifetime, your son was born into Willy's arms in the wee hours of the night. The midwife patted Willy's cheeks and commented that they didn't even need her. He had it all under control. A tired smile graced your face as you took in the scene. All that studying paid off after all, you thought.

The midwife checked the baby boy over, cleaned him up, and handed him back to the proud father. "Hello, my little cocoa bean," you heard him whisper in awe. "I'm your papa."

Masterlist

FAMILY BUSINESS

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

Willy was absolutely smitten by his "little cocoa bean," Benjamin. You called him Ben for short, but Willy affectionately called him Bean. He stayed home from the factory for a bit to help you recover and bond with the baby. He made the most of his limited time off doting on you both. Unless Ben was feeding, he was in Willy's arms. He was truly a devoted, loving father and husband.

Willy went back to work when Ben was about three weeks old. It was an adjustment to be alone with the baby all day, but it made Willy's returns in the evening all the more sweeter. After about six months, he came home with an idea.

"Now that he is a little older and more sturdy, why don't I take Bean with me to work one or two days a week so that you can have some time to yourself?" Willy not-so-secretly struggled going back to work, often lamenting how much he missed you both, but he knew he had to provide for his family.

"Oh my. I love the concept, but how are you going to handle business or have your hands free to make chocolate?" you asked as it took both of your hands to keep Ben from launching himself out of your lap to get to his papa.

"Easy!" Willy exclaimed as he scooped up the baby. "I saw Lottie today, and she had little Georgie tied to her chest with a wrap. Then it clicked - I could do that, too! Besides, babies are good for business! He's so cute, he'll draw a crowd," he mused as he squished his nose against Ben's chubby cheek, then turned to you with a pouty lip.

"I guess we could give it a try. Maybe start with a half day?" you said, excited about the potential but nervous about its execution. You loved your husband, but you were not sure he fully understood what he was in for. You did, however, always admire his determination to get what he wanted in life, even if he resorted to playing on your sympathies with a pout.

"Great! I already went by the store to get fabric to make a sling." You shook your head fondly and went about your evening routine.

Thanks to his mamma's teachings, Willy was handy with a needle and thread. A couple of nights later, his contraption was ready for testing at home. Ben was quite cozy snuggled up on his father's chest, gently babbling while Willy washed the dishes after dinner. Everything was going swimmingly. "Tomorrow would be a good day to try this out for real," he said. "I don't have any business meetings, so I'll just be splitting my time between the stores and the factory."

"Ok," you said tentatively. "I'll get his bag ready and write down his daytime schedule." The next morning, you loaded Willy down with everything he would need - extra clothes for both father and son, burp cloths, bottles, diapering supplies, etc. "So he'll need to eat again in a couple of hours. That will probably be when he needs another diaper change. And he'll need to go down for a na..."

Willy put a hand on your arm to interrupt you, rubbing up and down to calm your nerves. "I've got this. Okay? I want you to focus on enjoying your alone time." Admittedly, you were looking forward to a chance to curl up with a good book without intertuption for a few hours.

"Alright, Bean, ready for some adventure?" The baby cooed and raspberried spit all over Willy's hand. "I'll take that as a yes. Allons-y! Wave bye to mamma!"

"Bye bye, my boys. Have a good day!" You stood at the front door and waved them off.

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Willy stopped first at his flagship store in the Galeries Gourmet to ensure things were in order. Mrs. Pennington, a regular customer always in the company of her granddaughter, spotted the chocolatier. "Well, hello there, Mrs. Pennington, Miss Hannah," he greeted and tipped his hat at the ladies. "Are you finding everything okay?"

"Indeed, Mr. Wonka. Thank you," the grandmother smiled. "And who is this handsome little one?" Ben babbled and cooed.

"This is my son, Bean. I mean, Benjamin," Willy replied with a proud smile.

"Oh, how lovely. Learning the family business early, eh?"

"As my mamma said, 'It's not the chocolate that matters. It's the people you share it with.'"

"I remember when my children were that little. Soak it up, Mr. Wonka. It doesn't last long." She patted the baby on the cheek and then continued her shopping. Willy turned around to wipe away a tear and kiss his son on the head.

Ben seemed to enjoy interacting with customers, smiling at their baby talk and staring around the store with wide eyes. But after a couple of hours, he started to fuss. The cashier was on break, so Willy was working the register, bouncing the baby in an attempt to silence his whimpers until he could break away to make a bottle. "Would you like your change spendable or edible?" He practically had to shout at the customers to be heard over Ben's fussing. Luckily the cashier came back before fussing became screaming.

"Okay, Bean, give me just a second and we'll silence those tummy grumbles," he said as he made his way to the stockroom. He deftly prepped a bottle and freed the baby from the sling. Very soon, Ben was reclining in Willy's arms and greedily sucking down a bottle. "See, I told your mamma I've got this."

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Once Ben was fed and changed, Willy packed up the diaper bag and set out for the factory. Lulled by his father's swaying, Ben stayed asleep for a good while even after being transferred into the bassinet Willy had set up in his office. Inventing and chocolate making weren't exactly quiet endeavors, so Willy caught up on a bit of bookkeeping instead.

Ben eventually started stirring, alerting Willy with his soft coos. "Hi, sleepy head. Are you ready to go make some chocolate?" Willy set him back in the sling and made his way to the Idea Lab. Feeling refreshed from his nap, the little one was very alert, so Willy thought it would be fun to make this an interactive experience.

"Alright, Bean, I need to come up with something new, and you're going to help me," Willy announced while holding up two jars. "Which jar should I start with?" Of course, Ben's attention was grabbed by the brighest color of the two. "Ooh, essence of rainbow. Good call. What next?" he asked, continuing to hold up two jars at a time for the baby to choose from until he gathered enough.

Willy added the ingredients to his travel factory, which he still used for small batch experiments. Ben stared in wonder as the brightly colored liquids flowing down the spiral tube and giggled at the production noises. Willy was busy pressing buttons and pulling levers when the first chocolates came out of the machine and didn't pay close enough attention to Ben's stray hands. Willy looked down to see the baby's tiny hand grabbing and mashing melted chocolate into the fabric of the sling, his hair, and both of their shirts.

"Well, now I understand why your mother sent spare clothes for both of us." He wiped chocolate off his son's cheek with a finger and licked it. "Tastes good, though! I need to write that concoction down."

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You were sitting on the couch with your book when Willy came home at lunchtime. Both boys and even their spare clothes were covered in chocolate. You had to stifle a giggle as you tried to figure out how to best grab the sticky baby without getting covered yourself.

Willy gave you a tired look but also huffed a quiet laugh. "I may have overestimated my ability to keep things under control. I don't know how you get anything done, my sweet. I always knew you were amazing, but you must have superhuman powers."

"Perhaps," you winked as you stripped Ben out of his clothes and started rinsing him off in the sink. "Are you sure you still want to make this a regular occurrence?"

"I would do it again in a heartbeat. But not before I have a bath."

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MASTERLIST

ABCs

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

Summary: 4-year-old Ben (AKA Bean) starts to learn his ABCs

C/W: None that I can think of, 100% tooth-rotting fluff

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Willy came home from the factory a little earlier than normal one winter day to hear you and Ben chattering excitedly in the study. Not wanting to interrupt, he quietly tiptoed his way to the door and leaned on the frame to take in the scene.

It was too cold to play outside, so you made the most of being stuck indoors. You and Ben were sitting on the rug in front of the fire, your backs to the door and surrounded by papers with a few large, handwritten letters. "Alright, Benny, let's go over these one more time before Papa gets home." Willy hid himself further behind the door frame so he didn't spoil their practice time.

"What letter is this?" You asked as you held up a paper.

Ben concentrated. After a brief pause, he confidently announced, "A."

"Very good! What sound does it make?"

"Aaaaaapple," he exaggerated. "Nood-uhl, nood-uhl, apple stood-uhl," he sang. "We go see her?"

"Maybe tomorrow. I'm sure she will love to hear about your progress. Now, what's this?" You held up Ben's favorite letter, never getting enough of the reaction it elicited.

"B is for buh-BEAN!!" Threw up his arms in excitement with such force that he rolled to his back and spotted Willy at the door. "Oh - hi, Papa! You look upside down," Ben giggled as he splayed out on the floor like a starfish.

You looked back to see Willy kneel down with a gleam in his eyes. "Huh, you look upside down, too, Bean. Let's fix that." But instead of helping the boy upright, he picked him up by the legs. "Oh no!" Willy gasped with fake alarm. "Bean is going to see the world upside down for the rest of his life." Now you were giggling, too. You were in love with an overgrown boy, apparently.

Ben laughed and laughed. "No, Papa, you hold me upside down!"

"Oh goodness gracious, my apologies, young sir." Willy flipped Ben upright and set him on his hip. "Is that better?"

"You silly, Papa. Do again!" Willy dipped him backward a couple more times before he sat down in the arm chair with Ben in his lap.

"Alright, back to business. Can you tell me what you learned today?" You handed Willy the sheets of letters.

"A is for aaaapple. B is for BEAN," he shouted.

"And Ben, and Benjamin, and Benny," you reminded. The boy had procured a number of names in his short four years.

"What letter is next, Bean?" Willy asked as he flipped to the next page. You had not yet covered the letter C, so you weren't sure how Ben would respond.

"Umm..." the boy looked at you tentatively. You shook your head at Willy, who tilted his head up in acknowledgment. He decided to continue on with the lesson himself.

"C is for cat! That was one of the first words Aunt Noodle taught me. Want to know what else starts with C? Chocolate!" Willy scooped Ben up with one arm and helped you up with the other. With his family in his arms, he started to waltz and spin around the study singing, "Only Wonka's makes your eyes pop out their sock-elets!"

After a few minutes of dancing, the whole family plopped down on the sofa to catch their breaths. Willy was sandwiched between the two of you, your head on one shoulder and Ben's on the other. He looked down at his two loves and breathed out a contented sigh before kissing Ben on the crown of his head. "You're doing great, Bean. I am very proud of you. Soon you will know how to put those letters together to spell words. I was FIVE TIMES your age before I learned, so you are way ahead of me."

Ben looked up at Willy with wide eyes. "Aunt Nood-uhl teach you?"

"Yes, and it was hard, but it was even harder to go through life without knowing how to read. Which is why I'm glad your mother is teaching you early." Now it was your turn for a kiss on the head.

"Papa, we go to lie-berry tomorrow?"

"Sure, Bean. We'll stop by on our way to the factory. Aunt Noodle said she has a book for you about animals. It even has tigers and giraffes! Two very important words to know how to spell..."

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MASTERLIST

Wouldn't it be a shame if Bean became a dentist when he grows up?

I think Willy would be proud of him all the same because it meant Bean went to school and had opportunities he never did.

Masterlist

When I read your latest bean fic the summary and the title gave me like vibes like oh-they-gonna-go-to-the-beach-see-a-boat-and-want-to-buy-one and I was gonna be like “It’d be really cool if this series continues with them buying a boat” so I was pleasantly surprised when I actually read the whole fic and it was about them actually buying a boat and I was like “awww” and “woahhh..my vibes were right BRUH !”

Glad you enjoyed it - thanks for reading!

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Babe!!! I’ve fallen in love with Timothee! Wonka. May I request a Wonka x reader where the reader tries to make something for Willy’s birthday (a cake or something) and she is anxious that he won’t like it but he thinks it’s so sweet and it’s all fluffy and cute ☺️

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A/n- haven’t we all?? Anyways I love this

Warnings: established relationship, fem! Reader, other than that it’s all fluff

You stepped back as you looked at the cake. The chocolate cake with chocolate icing was perfect for him, you thought. It had some of his own chocolates crushed on top.

You pulled aside Noodle one day at work, bringing her into the room you had it in.

“So, what do you think? Do you think he’ll like it?”

She smiled and nodded. “I think he’s gonna love it. Did you make it yourself?”

You nodded. “I did.”

“It’s perfect.”

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His birthday was today. Everything needed to be perfect. You made sure that he stayed in bed late so the others could set up his surprise at the shop.

“Can’t we just… stay here for a little longer? The shop can wait.” You mumbled tiredly, and how could he resist? He would never say no to staying longer in bed anyways.

“Happy birthday, my love.” You said, pressing a kiss to his lips when he crawled back in bed with you. He smiled against your lips as you both laid there, rubbing a hand on his bare back, the light pouring in from the window.

He held you flush against him, he couldn’t have had a better birthday already.

“Mmm.. we should get up.” He said after a while.

“Yeah. Yeah you’re right.” You replied, giving him one more kiss before you both got up and changed into work clothes.

You held his hand as you both walked outside, you were excited to see his reaction to his surprise. The morning birds chirped at you both, it was quiet in the early morning.

He unlocked the door and expected to be met with the darkness of the building, and instead was greeted with streamers, confetti and his friends all there, with a smile as they stood next to the cake you had created.

He turned to you, you had a smile on your face as well.

“You shouldn’t have-“ he started.

“I wanted to.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek, and ushered him forward to say hello to everyone and to open his gifts.

“Happy birthday, Willy.” noodle said, he smiled down at the girl, giving her a hug.

“Did you help with this?” He asked the girl as he nodded to the cake.

She shook her head, “Nope. She just asked me if it looked good, and of course it did. I set up all the decorations and wrapped the presents, though.” She sent you a smile and you smiled back at her.

She was like family to you both at this point.

“Well, thank you, both of you. I don’t think it can get any better.”

He cut the cake and you handed out a slice to everyone. You did end up smashing a piece in his face to which he replied, “at least it’s chocolate.” You rolled your eyes and laughed at the man.

You all sat down at a table, a table he had set up for things like birthday parties or the sorts.

You sat next to him, he held your hand under the table and sent you a small smile every so often. You just smiled back. He was the happiest he’s ever been, and he wouldn’t trade any of this for the world.

“You know, I was kind of scared you wouldn’t like it.” You said once you entered the house, he hung up his coat and hat and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Why would you think that?”

You shrugged.

“I like anything you make, simply because you made it.” He said, coming up from behind you, hugging you from behind and pressing kisses to the crook of your neck.

“Happy birthday, my love.” You told him again.

“It’s the best I could have ever imagined.”

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I’m so excited for dune two just so I can see my man.

Taglist: @kpopgirlbtssvt

Little Sister

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

Summary: The Wonka family gets a little bigger. This time, Ben/Bean picks the new baby's nickname.

C/W: Late period, morning sickness, pregnancy, labor (nothing graphic)

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You knew it was going to be a long day when you woke up exhausted. You were usually up and out of bed before Willy and Ben on the weekends in order to savor a few moments of alone time. Today, though, you kept dozing back off even after you felt Willy stir and get up.

Since you were typically the first to wake, Willy decided to take the opportunity to surprise you with breakfast. The clanging of plates and pans eventually brought you to the kitchen, though one whiff of scrambled eggs sent you running for the washroom. It hadn't even registered with Willy that you were even in the kitchen until he caught sight of the flurry of your robe out of the corner of his eye.

Willy winced as he heard you wretching. He made up a plate for Ben and set him down at the table to eat. "Stay here and eat your breakfast, Bean, while I go check on Mamma." He fetched a glass of water and ruffled the boy's hair as he walked past.

You were slumped in front of the toilet, whimpering with every dry heave of your empty stomach. Willy knelt down and handed you the glass of water, which you accepted gratefully with shaky hands.

"Are you alright?"

"I'll be okay," you croaked and hiccupped, leaning over the toilet as you felt more saliva pool in your mouth. Willy pulled stray hairs back from your face and drew soothing circles up and down your back.

He was silent for a few more moments before asking, "Do you think you could be pregnant? We haven't exactly been careful since our chat on the beach," he smirked with a playful gleam in his eye. "You couldn't stand the smell of eggs when you were pregnant with Bean, either."

Leaning back and wiping your mouth with a towel, you paused as you made eye contact with him. It certainly wasn't outside the realm of possibility. "I'll see if the midwife can check me over tomorrow."

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Sure enough, you were carrying Baby Wonka #2. He or she would make their debut in about 6-7 months. You had been so busy with Ben and going back to work part time that you hadn't even noticed your period was late by a number of weeks.

Willy, of course, was over the moon. Ben didn't quite understand but picked up on his parents' excitement. Noodle brought over some books for you to read to him about becoming a big brother, and you bought him a baby doll to practice gentle holding.

Months went by and your belly grew. Ben loved to "hug" the baby and feel them kick and move around. It was quite common for both your boys to spend the evening flanking you on the sofa with their hands on your belly as you read to them.

In the days leading up to the little one's arrival, you were overcome with the urge to clean and organize. Recognizing the same behavior that led up to Ben's arrival, Willy made arrangements to stay home from the shop and factory. You were grateful because while you wanted to make the most of these last moments with Ben as your only baby, it was becoming increasingly difficult for you to get into the floor with him to play.

However, when the big day finally arrived, it was annoying to have Willy around for early labor. At the slightest sign of discomfort, he would drop everything to hover and ask what you need. You appreciated the sentiment and knew it came from a place of love and adoration, but after two hours...

"Willy, I'm fine!" you snapped and shocked yourself with your own response. He froze and looked at you with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, I...I just want to help. I'm just not sure how at the moment," he replied softly.

"I know. I'm sorry, my love. I didn't mean to be short with you. It's just...these pains are not regular yet, so we are in for hours more of this. Why don't you take Ben to the park for a little bit so you can both burn off some energy and I can rest."

You could tell that Willy was conflicted, but he relented and got Ben ready for the outing. You kissed them both on their way out the door and then awkwardly lowered yourself to the sofa for a nap. Their failed attempts at being quiet alerted you to their return.

"Alright, Bean, we need to stay quiet because Mamma is still asleep," you heard Willy whisper.

"Bedtime? I don't wanna go to bed," the boy whined.

"No, no, it's not bedtime. She is just tired and needed a nap."

"It takes a lot of energy to grow a baby," whispered a third voice that you recognized as Noodle's. They must have swung by the library on their outing.

"Is baby here yet?"

"No, not yet. But soon, very soon." You could hear the smile in Willy's voice.

"Not soon enough," you said as three sets of eyes turned to look at you standing in the doorway.

After you greeted Noodle and Ben with hugs, Willy came up to you and cradled your cheek with one hand and your belly with the other. "Has it been long enough now to ask how you are feeling?" he asked playfully.

You leaned into his touch. "The nap did me some good. I am feeling less grouchy if that is what you are asking," you teased.

Willy scoffed sarcastically. "Darling, I would never in my wildest dreams call you grouchy." He booped the tip of your nose then whirled around to head to the kitchen, plucking Ben up from the floor along the way. "Come on Bean, let's get lunch started."

You and Noodle remained in the study and settled on the sofa. She eyed you for a moment as you winced and repositioned yourself before saying, "I'm feeling some deja vu. Seems like just yesterday that we were in this same room playing cards and waiting for Benny's debut. Willy asked if I could come keep him preoccupied while...well, you know."

"Thank you, Noodle. I really appreciate it. It'll make things easier knowing he's in good hands. Ben loves his time with you."

"I'm glad to be of some help. And to be among the first to meet my new niece or nephew," she grinned as she laid a hand on your belly. Her smile fell when she felt your abdomen become rigid under her palm. "Does it hurt?"

"They are starting to pack more of a punch," you admitted. "But we still probably have a while to go." The two of you chatted a while longer between your contractions before Willy walked in, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

"Hope you're hungry! Food is ready." Noodle stood and both of them helped you off the sofa. You took a couple of steps and stopped suddenly, gripping Willy's arm tightly as a more intense contraction in your lower back took you by surprise.

"Nnnngh," you groaned through gnashed teeth. Willy took your other arm in his to support more of your weight. You leaned your forehead against his chest as you breathed through the pain.

Noodle looked at Willy knowingly. "About 5 minutes since the last one, but it was nowhere near that intense."

"I'm going to call the midwife," he stated. You nodded against his chest. He transferred your hands one by one to the back of the sofa for support so he could go make the call.

Noodle rubbed a hand up and down your back. "I'll go make a plate for Benny." All you could do is nod and shoot her a grateful glance before another wave of pain washed over your body.

Well, this is progressing much faster than last time, you thought.

You felt a large set of hands press into your lower back in just the right spot to ease some of the pain. "She'll be on her way shortly," Willy supplied.

"You should go eat, too, while you have a chance."

"I'm fine. I'm not hungry right now anyway."

"Anxious?" you asked.

"A bit. As much as I love our babies, I don't enjoy seeing the pain you have to endure to bring them earthside."

"I'm beginning to question why I agreed to do this again," you laughed. "But it's worth it."

He helped you to the bedroom, though you had no desire to lay down even after the midwife arrived. You were restless and paced the room, only stopping to lean against the bed or Willy during contractions. After an hour or so, he was supporting your weight in a hug-like stance, your arms around his neck, and head on his chest when you were overcome by the urge to push. Willy looked over at the midwife for reassurance. This labor was different from Ben's in almost every way.

As if reading his thoughts, she said, "It's alright. She can stay standing if she's more comfortable as long as you have a good hold of her."

Willy adjusted his grip under your arms, kissed your hair, and whispered, "I've got you, [y/n]. I've got you. Lean on me as much as you need. You're doing so well. Not long now. You can do this." Reinvigorated by his words, you delivered a squalling newborn less than 10 minutes later.

"It's a girl!" declared the midwife.

You looked up at Willy to see him crying and smiling. "A girl, [y/n]. Just like you hoped for."

With the last of your strength and Willy's support, you made your way over to the bed to rest. The midwife cleaned the little one up and brought her to you. Willy sat on the edge of the bed next to you to look over your shoulder at your tiny daughter and press kisses to your head.

"She looks like you," he said in awe. "Absolutely beautiful. What should we name her?"

"I was thinking Charlotte."

"I love it. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

"Can you take her to meet Ben while we finish up here? I'm sure he heard the commotion and is eager for an update," you said as you gently transferred the baby into Willy's arms. He took a moment to simply hold and stare at his baby girl before exiting.

"She already has him wrapped around her little finger," the midwife noted cheerfully.

"Indeed," you replied with a smile before laying back against the pillow and closing your eyes.

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Willy walked into the study with a blanketed bundle in his arms. Ben approached him excitedly with Noodle not far behind. Willy knelt down so the boy could see.

"Bean, meet your baby sister, Charlotte."

Ben peered over Willy's arms at the squirming, pink girl. "Char...Charlie?" He twisted his mouth and furrowed his brow, trying to say it.

Willy chuckled. "Well, I suppose we could call her Charlie for short."

Ben nodded eagerly. "Hi, Charlie. I'm your big brudder. I waited a looooong time to meet you. Mamma said you can't play like I play for a while, but I wait longer."

Willy looked up at Noodle with watery eyes. Her hand was in front of her mouth to stop herself from cooing at the sweet scene. She knelt down beside Ben to give him a hug and get a closer look at her new niece. "You are going to be a great big brother, Benny."

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More "My Little Cocoa Bean" series shorts are available on my masterlist.

Hello! 👋 Like so many others, I've fallen down the Wonka rabbit hole and I love it! 🍫🍭🍬💝 Timothée was phenomenal! And your Wonka fics are wonderful! If you're still doing Wonka (2023) requests, what would you think of HCs of Willy & reader's wedding day? Like who would be there, what are the decorations like, what kind of suit Wonka would wear, what kind of dress Y/N would wear, what kind of cake there would be, etc? It's completely up to you.

Still alive lol

Willy Wonka x gn!reader Wedding Headcanons 💐 (Wonka 2023)

A/n: SORRY FOR NOT POSTING OFTEN. I've been having some writer's block 💔💔💔 Nonetheless, requests remain open.

Ok, so proposal HCs

Unless you explicitly ask him to keep it casual, his proposal would definitely be big and grand

Spelling the question in the sky with fireworks or some shit 💀

When you say yes, he practically tackles you to the ground hugging you

Calls you his wife/husband/spouse even though you guys are only engaged

You both help with every aspect of wedding planning; and he's very enthusiastic about it

Alright, now actual wedding HCs 😈

You can't convince me he'd wear a regular black and white suit. Idk what he'd wear. But, I know for sure it's not a black and white suit.

100% makes chocolate for the wedding (maybe helps with the cake just a lil)

He doesn't have any preference to what you wear, he's gonna think you look gorgeous in anything

BUT, he does want some sort of color correlation (Ex: He has a purple tie and you have a purple bouquet)

Like anon said, Noodle as flower girl. That's a no-brainer

Close friends and family at the wedding obviously

Empty chair reserved for his Mom (I'm sorry)

Anyways, I think he'd want an outdoor wedding. Big fan of the big, open space.

May or may not (definitely will) cry a little when he watches you walk down the aisle

In conclusion, he's the world's happiest husband 😚😚

Adorbs.

Just pop one in and everything becomes a Broadway show...All that you say and do all day will be choreographed

He must've popped one in for the New York premiere!!!

First Day of School

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

A/N: Reader inserts are minimal in this one. Reader stayed home with Baby Charlotte (aka Charlie) so Willy and Ben/Bean could have some 1:1 time before his first day of school.

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"Are you excited about your first day of school, Bean?" Willy asked as he walked through the park with his son. He took the day off to spend some quality time with the boy before he started kindergarten the next day.

Ben was slow to respond and fell behind Willy's pace. He stopped and looked back at the small boy. "Bean?"

Ben looked up at Willy, worry clearly etched in his features. He knelt down and rubbed Ben's arm in reassurance. Willy had anticipated some reticence since Ben had never spent a full day away from you or him.

"Papa," he said in a small voice. "Were you nervous on your first day of school?" The boy's lip trembled.

Willy carded a hand through Ben's curly hair, then rested it on his cheek. "Well, Bean, I didn't get to go to school. But, I have had other firsts. And yes, I was nervous every time."

"Like when?" Ben implored as if he could not imagine his papa being scared of anything.

Willy stood and paused to think. "Like my first day as a sailor. I lived on a boat as a child, sure, but that was on a calm river, not the open ocean. I remember standing on the dock staring up at the huge ship, knowing my life was about to change. I hadn't even climbed on board and I was already seasick just thinking about it." They started slowly ambling down the path again. "But, I did it anyway. After some time, I became a tip-top sailor, like I had been doing it all of my life, and got to see places that most people only dream of."

By that point, the pair had wandered to the base of their favorite hill in the park. Willy could see that Ben was still lost in thought. He needed to lighten the mood somehow.

"Hey, Bean?" he asked to get the boy's attention. Ben looked up solemnly. "Race ya!" Willy shouted gleefully and took off running up the hill. Temporarily stunned, Ben stared at him with wide eyes before chasing after him in a fit of giggles.

Winded, they lay in the grass at the summit to catch their breath and watch the clouds lazily drift by. The two took turns pointing out shapes of animals. After a bit, Willy continued his earlier lecture.

"It's perfectly normal to feel those nervous butterflies in your tummy on the eve of change."

"But I don't want anything to change," Ben lamented. "I won't get to play with Mamma and Charlie. I won't get to help you make new chocolate or candies."

"I know it will be different, but you can still come to the factory or shop after school or on the weekends. Your mother and Charlie will still be eager to play with you when you get home. I bet you'll even make new friends to play with at school. You'll find a new normal. Besides, life would be boring if nothing ever changed."

They turned their heads to look at each other. Willy booped him on the nose with his index finger and smiled. "You probably wouldn't be here if I hadn't gotten on that boat."

"Huh?"

"Well, seafaring allowed me to gather lots of exotic ingredients to make magical concoctions that set my chocolate apart from the rest. Without my shop, I wouldn't have met your mother, and we wouldn't have you, my little cocoa bean. And I'll let you in on a little secret," Willy lowered his voice to a whisper at the end. "I was nervous when I found out about you."

"You were?" Ben pushed himself up on his elbows to look down at Willy's face.

"Mmhmm. You made me a papa, Bean. I had never been a father, nor did I have one growing up. I'm learning how to be one every day. It's been my grandest adventure yet."

Ben smiled, then fell onto his back once more to watch the clouds float by.

"Papa?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm glad you did it anyway. Got on the boat, I mean, even though you were scared."

"Me, too, Bean. Me, too." Willy sighed contentedly.

A few beats passed.

"Papa?"

"Can we go get ice cream?"

Willy chuckled. "Ice cream sounds like the best idea ever."

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-next day-

You, Charlotte, and Willy walked Ben to school. Ben was bouncy and talkative, asking questions about your memories of your own first day of classes. The boy grew quieter, though, as the building came into view. He shrank behind Willy's leg as more parents and children gathered at the fence, waiting for the school to open.

Willy offered him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, then dropped to one knee to make eye contact. "Don't be shy. It's alright if you feel a little trepidation."

"But do it anyway," Ben parroted from the conversation the day before.

Willy smiled and wrapped the boy in a hug, "That's right, Bean. Do it anyway."

Ben then gave you and Charlotte hugs and kisses, gathered his bag, and started toward the door. He stopped at the bottom step to turn back and wave at you all. Willy blew a kiss and waved as you grabbed Charlotte's chubby little hand to help her wave back. Tears came to your eyes when you saw Ben turn back to the door, pull his shoulders back and head up with confidence, and walk inside.

Still so small, yet so big, so fast, you thought to yourself. You looked to Willy as he wiped fat tears from his cheeks with his silk scarf. He barely maintained his composure until Ben was out of sight.

"I'm going to miss having him around during the day," Willy said with a sniffle.

"As will I, love. As will I," you replied softly.

Charlotte broke the melancholy with a coo. Willy chuckled and reached out to pluck her from her perch on your hip. "You, missy, aren't allowed to grow up that fast, understood?"

::raspberry::

"I'm glad we're in agreement."

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Masterlist

15. Of head cannons for Wonka or Timothee

Both is fine too ❤️

What makes them cry?

Wonka

- everything omg

- he is a crier and he is unashamed

- happiness or sadness, anything

- when he gets a factory

- cries

- when you agree to be his

- cries

- when work is hard

- cries

- when work is good

- cries

- you love how emotional and open he is!

- he bawled when you said you wanted him forever

Timothée

- maybe he tries to hold it back

- he’s a good boy and was raised well

- he isn’t toxically masculine

- but still, he feels a little uncomfortable truly crying in front of some one

- admittedly he wants to cry often but stops himself

- happiness and sadness make him cry

- he holds it back

- not with you

- you’ve provided such an open, pure, understanding space

- he can cry whenever

- I think he cries the most when there is injustice but that’s just my opinion

Are you gonna hurt us at one point with your Bean series??

You know, I frequently hurt my own feelings thinking about the fact that *something* has to happen to this family, even if it's as innocuous as Ben and Charlie wanting to do their own thing rather than take over the factory from dear old dad. I don't have plans to go that far out in the timeline, but to be fair, I only planned for "Bun in the Oven" to be a one-shot at first. We shall see!

Masterlist

I saw the ask about Lofty and that'd be just so cute to see!! I can just see him begrudgingly being their uncle-figure but at the same time loving Bean and Charlie to death!

I've got a draft going! I'm just a little stuck on it right now. I'll revisit it again this week. Thanks for reading and for the encouragement!

Masterlist

chocolate like this - [t.chalamet]

wordcount: 0.5K

warnings: none

requested: yes!!

a/n: sorry this is so short, but i hope you like it <3

It was time to begin filming for the day, but my co-star, Timothée, was absolutely nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Timmy?” I ask Paul, our director.

“I’m not sure, y/n,” he replies. “Would you be a dear and go find him for me?”

“Course.”

I head straight to Timothée’s trailer, where I knock gently on the door.

“Go away!” I hear Timmy shout. “Unless you’re y/n, then please come in.”

I laugh softly, and push open the door, stepping inside. “Hey, dumbass. Why are you still here?”

Timothée is lying on his couch, face up. “I have a stomach ache,”

he says plainly.

I raise a sceptical eyebrow. “And why might that be? Nope, let me guess.” I hold up a finger. “All that chocolate you kept eating on set yesterday. Even though you were told multiple times to leave it alone.”

Timothée groans. “Maybe.”

“Idiot.” I roll my eyes. “I told you not to eat those.”

“Can you get me some water?” he begs. “Pretty please?”

“You do realise,” I say in a lecturing tone, as I fumble around in his little kitchenette, filling him up a glass of water, “that if you’d just listened to me and everyone else you wouldn’t feel sick?”

“Yeah.” Timothée doesn’t seem to be impressed by my fact. He accepts the water as I hand it to him. “Thanks.”

I grin teasingly. “Well, get up. C‘mon. We have a big old scene with a tree and lots of chocolate and singing to get finished up with.”

Timmy groans again. “Ugh. I don’t want to. I wanna stay here with you.”

I look at him. “Why on earth would you want to stay here with me? I’m super boring off screen.”

Timmy shakes his head, sitting up slightly, propping himself on his elbows so he can look into my eyes. “You’re the least boring person I know. I wish more than anything I could spend all my time with you.”

I furrow my forehead. “But…”

“Let me finish,” he breaks in, laying a hand on mine. “I’m in love with you. And it's not just on screen anymore. It’s real.

I manage to arch a brow at him. “You’re serious right now?”

He nods, his dark curls bouncing in his eyes in the adorable way that I absolutely love.

“Yes, y/n. I love you.”

I inhale a little, a small smile creeping its way onto my face. “I love you too, Timothée Chalamet.”

He looks surprised. “Really?”

I grin. “Yeah, dummy. I do. I really, really do.”

He grins back, then grimaces in pain. “Oh, my stomach.”

I’m instantly back in carer mode. “Lay back. I’ll take care of you.” I press a kiss to his head.

“Thanks, y/n,” he mumbles, his eyes closed.

I smile. “No problem, my love.”

::happy sigh::

I’ve gone down the Wonka rabbit hole and I’m loving the ride! 🍫🍭🍬💝

What would you think of a fic about Timothee!Willy x reader’s wedding day? It would take place after the movie events, so all their friends would be there. Which means Noodle would be the flower girl/maid of honor. I can see the ceremony taking place in a garden much like Wonka’s shop/factory. And naturally there’d be a chocolate wedding cake. All in all, it’s the happiest day of their lives.

It’s up to you.

ℋ𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓎 ℴ𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ahh i love this sm! It’s too cute not to do, it’s kinda short ):

You took a deep breath before you walked down, opening your closed eyes and beginning to walk.

Willy had a large smile on his face as he saw you, you smiled back at him, your eyes then went to Noodle who was giving you a little wave. You waved back to the girl, and then looked back to Willy.

He had the largest smile on his face, tears glossed over his eyes as he looked at you. You looked breathtaking, you were.

And he did begin to cry as he spoke his vows, how you made him the happiest man alive and how you were the best thing to ever come into his life.

You smiled, wiping away your own tears at the sweetest words you’ve ever heard. You had to fight the urge to kiss him right then and there.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

And with those words, his hands cupped your face, his eyes fluttering shut as you both kissed, this kiss would be engraved into your mind, you would remember it every day, and so would he.

People cheered and clapped, Noodle smiled at the both of you. In that moment, it was only the two of you, getting lost in each other for a little until you both pulled away, he had a dopey smile on his face and you had one on your own.

You ended up smashing the chocolate cake in the face as he laughed, wiping it from his face and smothering you with kisses as you squealed and people laughed.

“Thank you for coming.” You spoke to Noodles mom.

“Of course. Congratulations.” She said, Noodle smiled and gave you both a hug.

“You were the best flower girl I’ve ever seen.” You said to her, she smiled at you and said goodbye.

After the wedding, you both drove off in his little blue car, Glenn Millers hit song blaring from the newly installed radio, a large smile on Willy’s face as he turned it up.

He wanted to tell his mom that he finally made it, that he had found the perfect person for him and that he was the happiest he’s ever been.

I could stare at him all day.

When I tell you that Timothée Chalamet has acting range I mean that he has acting RANGE. I watched that man play Willy Wonka two weeks ago. Today I watched him start a holy war. And in both cases I believed him all of it 100 %.

Babysitter

For those of you looking forward to Lofty's appearance in the My Little Cocoa Bean series, your wait is over!

Summary: Willy needs a babysitter ASAP. Lofty steps in begrudgingly. Ben/Bean is 5, and Charlotte/Charlie is about a year old (and crawling).

C/W: Derogatory remark toward children. Babysitter loses track of child. Minor injury.

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It took time for Lofty to grow accustomed to Ben's regular presence at the factory. He found the squirming tiny human tolerable when confined to that silly wrap on Willy's chest. Cute, even. But the fondness waned when the boy became mobile and was fully exhausted once he started to talk. Ben made a habit of following Lofty around, asking the most inane questions. "What are you doing?" "Why are you orange?" "Can I have green hair, too?" He was oblivious to Lofty's exasperation.

On the rare occasion when there were long spells between Ben's visits, though, Lofty would ask after him. "When can we expect the little troll again? I'm not used to actually being able to get my work done without tripping over him." Willy would just laugh and shake his head. He could see right through that callous exterior.

Today was the first day that Willy took both Ben *and* Charlotte with him to the factory. Lofty scoffed when he saw the family enter. "Two of them. Fantastic," he said flatly. He gave Ben the usual side eye, though Willy saw the small smile that lit up Lofty's face when he thought nobody was looking.

Willy had just gotten the children settled in the office when he spied an entry on his desk calendar. "Oh no, no no no! That can't be today!"

"What's wrong, Papa?"

"I have a very important meeting at 9 this morning that I thought was scheduled for tomorrow." He paled and scrubbed a hand down his face. You were at work today as well, and Willy knew how much it meant to you to start back again after Charlotte's birth. There was no way he was going to pull you away because he mismanaged his schedule. Noodle was at school, and there was not enough time for your parents to cross town to watch the kids. "Oh boy. I'll just have to ask Lofty."

Willy pulled out his fife to summon the little orange man. "Lofty, I need to ask a favor. Can you keep an eye on Bean and Charlie, keep them out of trouble just long enough for me to meet with the chameleon flower importer?" Willy implored.

"And why would I want to do that?" Lofty asked incredulously.

"Please, Lofty. If the deal works out, we'll have the ingredients again for those color-changing candies you like so much."

Lofty placed his hand on his chin in thought. "I suppose I can look after your crotch goblins. JUST for a limited period of time. JUST this once!"

Ignoring the jab at his babies for the time being, Willy gratefully shook Lofty's hand. "You're a lifesaver. Here's Charlie's nap and feeding schedule and her bottles. Here are Bean's snacks. I need to go brush off my coat and hat. This shouldn't take more than an hour, tops." Willy left the office in a whirl. "And Bean, stay away from the edge of the chocolate river!" he called out from the other end of the hallway.

Ben and Lofty just sat and stared at each other, not knowing what to do next. Charlotte seemed sufficiently entertained by chewing on her hands and babbling.

"Well, you two are more boring than guarding cocoa beans," Lofty lamented after a few moments had passed. "I need to go count bags of sugar. I will be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail. Take this whistle and blow on it if you need my attention. Keep an eye on your- hold on a moment, where is the newer one?"

Both he and Ben spun around to look, but Charlotte was nowhere to be seen. Unbeknownst to Lofty, the little girl was already quite proficient at crawling - something that Willy had failed to mention.

"Charlie? Charlieeeeeee!" Ben called out.

"Ba ba ba ba." They heard her babble in the distance in response to Ben's voice. Their heads swiveled until they caught sight of her crawling over the candy bridge. The bridge over the chocolate river. The bridge that does not have any rails to prevent someone from fa-

"Oh, good heavens. Charlotte, stop right this instant!" Lofty yelled. Thankfully, the girl paused. "How did she get all the way over there so quickly? How did she even get out of the office?"

Ben ran toward her, but Charlotte giggled and resumed crawling away at a faster pace, making a game of it. Lofty ran after both of them, but Ben's longer legs (even at 5 years old) prevailed. Ben would have caught up to the baby, too, had he not tripped over a group of candy toadstools at the base of the bridge. The poor boy fell forward and scraped his hands. Fat tears rolled down his face from the stinging pain and from losing sight of his sister again.

Lofty quickly looked Ben over once he finally caught up. "Buck up, you'll be alright. Get back on the proverbial horse. We need to find Charlotte. We know she went that way," he pointed across the river. "Let's split up. If you find her, blow the whistle."

Lofty pulled the boy back up off the ground. Together, they crossed the bridge. Ben went left and Lofty went right, each calling for the girl in hopes she would giggle or babble again. After what felt like hours of searching and chasing phantom sounds across the garden, they crossed paths under the chocolate cherry tree.

"I can't find Charlie!" Ben sobbed. The stoic Oompa Loompa was also nearly reduced to tears by that point as well. Willy would surely cast him out, just like he was exiled from Loompaland. Or worse.

A soft noise pulled Lofty from his downward spiral. It sounded like the tree was...snoring? He circled the trunk to find the source. "What on Earth? Benjamin, come look!" he whisper-yelled to the boy. Ben knelt down and spotted his baby sister cuddled up in a hollow at the base of the tree...asleep. Neither of them were big enough to pick her up and carry her back to the office, so they let her be.

"Stay here," Lofty instructed. "I will go find something to clean up the scrapes on your hands. If she wakes, you give her a great big bear hug and don't let go until I get back."

Lofty went to the storeroom to grab some rags and water. When he returned, Ben was asleep, curled up protectively in front of the den Charlotte had made for herself. He couldn't help but smile at the sight. The poor rascal had exhausted himself worrying over his sister. He didn't dare wake them for fear of playing another round of hide and seek. Instead, he sat down and leaned back against the trunk of the tree to-

Next thing Lofty knew, he felt a tap on his boot. He blinked the sleep away and spotted Willy's tall, lanky frame. Apparently, he had dozed off, too, and in his sleep had leaned over so that his head was resting on Ben's shoulder.

Lofty jolted up and looked to make sure both children were accounted for. Willy snickered. "Don't worry, Lofty. Your curmudgeonly reputation is safe with me. I won't tell anyone you were cuddling with my kids as if you actually like them." He winked.

"Cuddling! I...These menaces?" Lofty stammered. "Really, Mr. Wonka. I sincerely hope you don't plan on bringing more of these small humans to the factory. Now, can I expect to have more of those delightful color-changing candies again soon?"

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A/N: Ben will tell all once he wakes. Charlotte is going to be a handful!

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The GIF of him smiling at the tiny little girl ::chef's kiss::

Behind the scenes of Wonka (2023) Dir. Paul King

Adorable! There's nothing quite as magical as your first kiss with your first love.

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Requests:

hi, can i request timothee!willy wonka x reader that is hella touch starved but can't/ doesn't know how to ask for affection? The gender of the reader is absolutely up to you

Have a nice day/night!

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Wordcount: 2.4K+

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Description: What is this feeling in his body? What is this desire he has that makes him want to tear his skin off? And are you the cure to make this chocolatier feel whole?

A/N: hey. I was supposed to finish this last night, but life got in the way. Had a lot of fun writing this. They were so cute. I just love adorable little in love Wonka. I most certainly loved writing these two and would return to write more for the librarian and Wonka. Also, thank you for the request.

Warning: Fluffy, kissing, confusedWonka. First love. Sickening sweet lovers. Unedited.

“Willy? Willy? Earth to Willy?” Noddle laughed, waving her hand in front of a love-struck Willy.

As if coming out of a hazy, Willy shook his head and looked toward her, tearing his eyes away from you. “Noddle, when did you get here?” He said with a wide smile.

Noddle laughed again. “I’ve been here trying to get your attention for the last few minutes. You have been bewitched. I see,” she teased.

He flushed bright red, but his eyes still wandered across the library to gaze at you. You were stunning to him. The one thing that was on his mind more than chocolate. You were everything to him. The first thing he thought about in the morning and the last thing at night.

You were sitting on the floor of the library with a group of children surrounding you as you read them a storybook. They were all just as captivated by you as Willy was. You were so expressive when you read, and he wanted nothing more than to be sitting with the children.

“Willy. I am losing you again,” Noddle said, pulling his attention by to her.

“Oh Sorry. Sorry. You know me, my head is always in the clouds,” he chuckled, unable to help himself by taking another keep glance in your direction.

This time you felt his stare and turned to look at him. You smiled softly and waved happily at him. Willy absolutely lit up at your attention and waved back enthusiastically. You giggled blowing him a kiss.

He flushed again and quickly turned away feeling his heartbeat so loudly he couldn’t hear Noddle speaking to him for a few minutes.

“Willy. We are meant to be researching. Not you flirting with your girlfriend,” she said putting a stack of books on the table in front of him.

“She is not my girlfriend,” he said grabbing one of the books and flipping through it. It took all of his willpower to not look up at you again.

“Why not? Have you two not been going on dates for a few weeks now?” Noddle asked curiously.

He frowned. “I don’t know. We have gone out as friends, and I have told her I like her. And I know she likes me, but nothing else.” To be truthful, he had no idea what to do or say around you. You made his heart explode.  He wanted more. He wanted to hold your hand, hug you tightly, and he wanted to kiss you.

He didn’t understand his intense feelings for you. His need to be close to you and his desire to touch you. He often had dreams of the two of you cuddling on the sofa. His hand in your lap and your hands in his hair. Or he dreamed of you two lying in bed together. Legs tangled together and him rubbing his nose against yours.

Willy wrung his hands together just thinking about it. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Why he felt this emptiness in himself? This dark light that he never even noticed until you came into his life.

“I don’t want to scare her away,” he said, after a few minutes of silence.

“Scare her away? Willy you two are adorable together and I will bet she is just as smitten about you as you are for her.”

“You think so?” he said shyly looking up through his lashes.

Noddle rolled her eyes and bonked him on the head.

“Ouch,” he said rubbing his spot. “What was that for?” He frowned.

“For being dense.”

“Dense? How am I dense?”

“I don’t think you are dense?” Your voice said.

Willy and Noddle looked up to see you standing on the other side of the table they occupied. You smiled softly at them both, looking over their stacks of books. “What are you two working on today?” You asked.

“We are researching a new ingredient for my chocolate. There is this little island not far from here, that is home to this plant called the Covech, and the insides are known for their healing properties. I was thinking about using them in my newest creation.”

“We are trying to figure out which island it is exactly one,” Noddle added.

Your expression fell slightly at the idea of Willy leaving but you were quick to cover it up and smiled at the pair. “Oh, that is exciting. When do you plan to leave?”

Willy saw the slight change in your expression and his heart clenched. “We don’t have a set plan yet. Maybe in the coming week.”

You nodded. “Well, I will leave you two to your research. I have to get ready for another story reading.”

Willy stood up, whimpering slightly. Embarrassingly, he pushed his curls behind his ears. “Umm, I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me tonight?”

You turned around and nodded excitedly. “I would love to. I get off work at 7. Do you want to meet sometime after that?”

He nodded just as excitedly. “I can meet you here at 7. We can walk together.”

“Seems like a plan. I will see you then, Willy. Bye, Noddle.”

Noddle waved goodbye and laughed as Willy walked you lovingly. “Oh Willy, you get it bad,” she said.

You waited outside the library with your coat tightly wrapped around you. You had just locked up the library and you bounced on the balls of your feet as you waited for Willy. You grinned widely as you saw him running towards you. A wide goofy smile on his face as he saw you.

Out of breath, he stopped right in front of you. “Have you been waiting long? I’m sorry, Lofty was being particularly difficult tonight. You look beautiful,” he said in one breath.

You laughed. “Lofty is really in a league of his own. I’ve only just locked up. Ready to go?” You said.

He nodded and reached out his hand for a moment before awkwardly dropping it and motioning to go. You couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed at his action, but you just smiled and walked next to him.

You wanted to be more affectionate with Willy, but you assumed he just liked to take things slow or just didn’t like affection. You didn’t want to push. You liked being around him. He made your heartbeat and your palms sweat.

“So where are we going?” You asked, walking closer to him.

Your hands brushed slightly, and Willy shivered. “I was thinking we could go to the place we went on our first da- time eating,” he stuttered.

“That sounds great.”

At Dinner, Willy could do nothing but mentally keep himself in check. He just wanted to grab your hand and feel your warmth. He felt so hollow without it, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. So, he sat with his hands in his lap, his knee bouncing. It hit the table every few minutes causing you to giggle and him to flush.

“Willy?” You started softly. “Is something the matter? You seem on edge. Have I kept you away from your work?” You asked worriedly, placing your hand on his arm.

Willy shivered and melted at your touch. The warmth from your hand spread throughout his body and he sighed happily. He could feel nothing, but you, and he realized that he never felt warmer in his life.

“Willy?”

Shaking his head, he turned his gaze on you. His eyes were wide and filled with affection and happiness. “Do you think we can sit a bit closer? I’m cold,” he said shyly.

You bit your lower lip to keep the smile off your face. “Of course. Of course.” You moved closer to him until your thighs touched his. Willy shivered again and you chuckled taking his hand in yours. You rubbed your hands between his and blew air on his hands.

“Better?” You asked.

His smile split his face open as he nodded happily. “Yes, much better thank you.”

“Any time. And I mean it,” you said.

Willy nodded and squeezed your hand. “I will keep that in mind.”  He paused to look down at your joint hands. “I really like spending time with you. I was wondering if you… Would like to be more than friends with me?” Willy asked looking up from his lashes at you.

“I love spending time with you, Willy. You are my favorite person in the world. I would like to be more than friends with you.”

“Wonderful. Wonderful,” he grinned leaning over and kissing your cheek.

As Willy walked you home you couldn’t help but notice how giddy he was. Well more giddy than he always was. Your heart picked up speed at the thought you were the reason for his happiness. He was truly a light to be around.

You thought you would be too boring for the excitable chocolatier. But from the moment you met, he was fascinated by your job as a librarian. His eyes always lit up when you talked about your day or the children you read to.

Arriving at your door, Willy grinned down at you taking both of your hands in yours. Pink dusted his cheeks, but he didn’t care if it did. If you saw how smitten he was with you. He just felt so light and warm with your hand in his.

“What?” You asked shyly.

Willy's eyes danced with mischief, leaning closer. “Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered.

With a chuckle and a nod, you leaned closer to him. Your noses almost touched, and his breath hit your face with every exhale. “I am great at keeping secrets,” you whispered.

“I have never been happier than I am right now.” He said sincerely. “I feel like I am weightless. Walking on clouds of wonder.”

“Oh. That sounds wonderful. Did you get a new idea while we walked?” You asked.

Willy shook his head, his curls falling in his face. He ducked his head and ghosted his lips over yours. “Don’t you know that is the feeling of being with you.”

Your breath caught and you stared into his eyes. Willy's stare bore back into you. “I very much feel like I walk on clouds when I am with you.”

“Hmm. Do you know the name of that feeling?” He asked, genuinely.

“No, but I quite like it,” you said.

Willy giggled pressing his nose against yours. “I do as well. I am not good with asking for things. For expressing this hunger, this need to be near you to”—he paused to brush his thumb across your cheekbone—“To touch you. I feel… on clouds of cotton candy.”

You kissed you softly then. His hand on your cheek tightens and his other arms wrap around your waist pulling you flush against him. Neither of you deepened the kiss, just enjoying the feeling of your lips pressed against each other. Willy melted against you. His body jumped in excitement, in happiness. And you realized the name for this feeling.

Love.

Pulling away from his lips you sighed happily. Willy's eyes opened slowly and he smiled lazily and contently at you. “I wish to bottle this feeling and bake it into a chocolate for only you and I,” he said dreamily.

“I would love that chocolate best.”

“Love?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

Reaching up and brushing your hand through his hair you smiled. “Yes, love. Though there is nothing  I don’t love about your chocolate.”

“You are too kind.” He said.

“Everyone loves your chocolate.”

“But everyone isn’t you,” he said, swooping down and kissing you once more.

When he pulled away moments later, you tugged on his curls slightly. “I’ll miss you when you leave for the island.”

“I will hurry back. I’ll be faster than a hare. Faster than a cheetah. I will be back as soon as I can.” He was down thinking about leaving you. Leaving the moment and affection that he was desperately in need of.

“I will greet you with a kiss when you return,” you promised.

His eyes widened and he moved his face close to yours. “Truly?”

“Yes, whenever you want a kiss. I will happily kiss you.”

“Please do,” he begged.

When Willy left you missed him more than you thought. Of course, you would miss him. You loved him, but you felt so cold without him. You knew he was having a great time exploring and he had only been gone for two days, but you missed the man that owned your heart.

Humming a song, you stocked the shelves in the library, lost in your own world. Not aware that the person you were thinking about was standing behind you just taking you in. He was glad to be home. He got the ingredient and he was now able to take his chocolate to another level, but also he got to be with you.

The warm lights in the aisle gave you a breathtaking glow. He could feel the itch of desire spreading through his body. He felt like the moon and you the earth bring him in. In four quick steps, he was standing directly behind you.

Feeling someone close, you turned right to offer your help when you saw Willy. “You’re back,” you said before wrapping your arms around his waist and laying your head on his chest. His hands were quick to wrap around you and lie his cheek on the top of your head.

“I am back. I missed you,” he whispered.

Smiling, you pulled back to stare up at him. “And I missed you. You must tell me all about your trip later.”

“Later?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, later.” You took his hat and placed it on your own head and grabbed the back of his neck. “Now, I must kiss you.”

His heart thumped against yours and his lips came crashing down onto your own. He moaned softly and you pressed him against the bookcase behind him. Willy smiled against your lips and you mimicked him.

“So, this is love,” he mumbled, breaking the kiss to get air into his lungs. “I want more of it. More of you.”

“I am yours, Willy Wonka.”

“And my soul and very being is yours, my sweet little Marshmallow cloud.”

"Marshmallow cloud?" You chuckled. "I love it."

"And I love you. So very much."

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