Work In Progress Wednesday:

Work in Progress Wednesday:

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series: Ben takes the fall for Charlie, or at least attempts to. Mom reader and Willy know better. I'm stuck on the exact scenario, so I welcome ideas in the comments or my inbox!

"Still Here" Series: Chapter 11 - Madison starts school and they find a new normal...for a bit.

Anon ask for reader fainting and TC scolds her. Small tif ensues.

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"Wait, what?!" ❤️ this headcanon so much

That part in Wonka where Mrs. Scrubbit is telling Willy about how Noodle has “orphan syndrome” slays me because you can kinda see the wheels turning in his head just like

What would your take be on Willy falling for an ice cream shop owner? 🍨🍦 So much sweetness I imagine 🤭🩷

I had a lot of fun with this.

Oh, he would fall so freaking quickly. Willy is walking home after a great day and in the mood for a creamy treat and pops into the ice cream shop.

It's love at first sight. He walked in and the bell rang and your turn and he was gone. Your smile is radiant and he wants to make a joke that he's surprised that the ice cream hasn't all melted in your presence.

You are sweet and kind asking him if he would like to sample all the flavors to know what is best for him. He happily nods and still can't pick. He gazes at you with big green eyes and asks for your recommendation.

You cross your arms and tap your chin as you look him up and down. He's blushing and trying not to fidget under your gaze.

"You are a special man. Which means you should try my newest creation. I liken myself to a wizard of ice cream. So, I say something sweet, chocolate, and maybe a little bit of caramel."

Willy's heart is beating so fast now that he thinks he might faint. "That sounds wonderful. Do you have a name for it?"

You giggle happily and quickly scoop his ice cream giving him an extra one because he's too adorable. "I don't know yet. I've only had a bit of it, but I think something is missing. Let me know what you think."

Willy is quick to scoop some into his mouth. He moans embarrassingly and takes another scoop and then another and then another.

"It's magical." He says. "Truly?" you asked with owlish eyes. "I think a bit of heavy cream and a dash of nutmeg."

"Of course. That is what is missing." you are quick to pull a pen out of your hair and a notepad from your apron. "You have a very lovely Palate Mr..."

"Wonka, but please call me Willy. I'm a chocolate maker," he supplies.

You gasped. "No! You are Willy Wonka?" He nods. "I love your chocolate, it's the best in the world."

"Well, that is high praise from the best ice cream maker."

I love how this movie has Timmy act through a wide variety of emotions.

Timothée Chalamet in 'Little Women' (2019)

Timothee sickfic but you chose whatever sickness

With Female reader plz

Since I just posted a Timothée/Laurie sickfic yesterday, I switched to a sick reader instead.

Stay With Me

C/W: fever, fainting, hospitals

I heard a muffled voice as I came to, like I was underwater. When did I fall asleep? I felt someone shaking my shoulders.

"[incoherent mumbling]...[y/n]...[Y/N]!" The voice became clearer. Timothée's voice. "There you are. Stay with me, baby. Stay with me," I heard him say in a panic. I felt him kiss my forehead. "Oh f*ck, you're burning up."

I blinked and looked around, confused. Why am I in my bedroom floor? When did Timothée get here? I saw the outline of Timothée's form, but I couldn't focus on it. I only knew it was him by the sound of his voice. It sounded like he was calling someone. I didn't want to sleep, but I couldn't stop my eyelids from closing again...so tired...

The next time I woke, I heard the distinct sound of a heart rate monitor. I could smell noxious aroma of disinfectant. Am I in the hospital? Why am I here? The beeping intensified as I became more cognizant - and fearful - of my surroundings. It took a lot of effort to finally get my eyes open. All I could see at first was the harsh fluorescent light above me.

Once I could focus, I looked over and spotted Timothée's head on the bed. His frame was slumped over from his seat next to me. His hand held mine as he slept using his forearm as a pillow. He jumped up from his seat when he felt me stir. I saw the look of sheer relief on his face when he locked eyes with me.

"Oh, [Y/N], baby, you're awake! Oh, thank God, you're awake." Timothée sandwiched my hand between his and kissed it repeatedly. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

"What-" I tried to ask what happened, but my throat was too dry to make more than a raspy sound.

"Shh, shhh, don't strain your voice. Here, let's get you some water." He used one hand to support my head and the other to hold the cup as I took tiny sips from the straw. It felt like I hadn't drank anything in days.

"What happened?" I finally managed to get the words out.

"You didn't answer the door when I came by to pick you up for dinner. I got worried because I hadn't heard from you since we exchanged texts that morning, so I used my key to get in. I found you passed out in your bedroom floor. I have no idea how long you were like that. You-" his voice cracked. "You weren't responsive when I tried to wake you up. When you came to, it wasn't for long. You were feverish, too. I got scared and called 911. They brought you to the hospital."

"Do they know what's wrong with me? How long have I been here?" I had so many questions, but that was all I could muster.

"You've been in and out of consciousness for two days. But even when you were awake, you weren't lucid. They ran tests - you contracted West Nile Virus."

"Two days?! Have YOU been here for two days?" You dropped your head to the pillow. "All of those mosquito bites from the photography walk."

Timothée nodded. "That's what tipped them off to check for WNV first. They asked me about your travel history and habits. They wanted me to stay in the waiting room until they confirmed you didn't have anything contagious, but they relented if I agreed to mask and glove up after I kept bugging the nurses for updates. I didn't want you to wake up alone."

"You hate hospitals," I whimpered.

He half-smiled. "Not as much as I hated the thought of you being alone and scared." He kissed my hand again.

Timothée stayed with me until I was discharged days later, only leaving long enough to go shower and grab some clothes for both of us. He drove me home and helped me to my apartment. He cleaned out my fridge of any expired foods and went shopping to restock it. He waited on me hand and foot and even tucked me into bed. When he acted like he was about to leave, I asked:

"Stay with me, Timmy. Please."

"Always," Timothée whispered as he settled under the covers next to me.

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Still not normal about this almost two years later.

Okay but the humanity and kindness and empathy to Anakin’s line “I am not your failure,Obi-Wan.” There is so very little good in him,and we have seen it so deeply buried beneath an ocean of hatred and blinding pain. But I am so stuck on this line in particular,the entreaty and wavering earnestness to his voice as he bids Obi-Wan to not blame himself. This is the only real humanity we see in him until Luke,this small moment of Anakin so clearly shining through. It is not Vader’s pain in his voice,it is Anakin’s. We see the yellow recede from his eyes and the rounded, desperation to them as he says the words. It’s such a curious thing,that as much pain and misery he wanted to inflict on Obi-Wan,in this he did not want him to shoulder the blame. This line better than anything in Star Wars so perfectly illustrates that Anakin knows what he did,and he knows what choice he makes every single day. He killed the light within Anakin Skywalker,not Obi-Wan or anyone else. I killed Anakin Skywalker.