One Of My Favorite Moments Of Part 1. Everyone Else Either Caters To Or Babies Paul. Not Duncan.

One of my favorite moments of Part 1. Everyone else either caters to or babies Paul. Not Duncan.

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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A little guide I made for myself on Willy’s outfit bc I love the layers 🙃

Some of the details are probably wrong & srry abt my handwriting but I enjoyed this a lot!

annotations sources: this interview w/ the costume designer | the preview of the novelisation | staring at the movie for a very long time

chocolate like this - [t.chalamet]

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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.”