Would You Kindly Write A Sequel To The "Bun In The Oven" Fic Please? And Thank You!!!!

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.

<><><><>

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.

<><><><>

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.

<><><><>

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."

<><><><>

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

noodle noodle apple strudel

Hi haven, I hae a request so it's basically the reader and Timotheé were talking for a while and she ends up falling asleep and Timotheé realises that she is the one for him so he wakes up early and starts to plan a proposal ( nothing that fancy but fancy either ye get me ?) She says yes of course

Please and thank you.

Garbled Pillow talk

Info - fluff, Timmy pov

“And then I put the bag in the munchkin,” she slurred. I smiled to myself.

“You’re not making sense,” I said in a sing song voice.

“Sure I am, I did the thing. I’m looking at it right now,” she defended herself. Her eyes were fully closed. She was speaking in her sleep surely.

“Of course baby,” I said sweetly. I gathered her in my arms and kissed her forehead.

She had been working so hard. I knew she was so exhausted, but I appreciated she’d stayed awake for most of our pillow talk. It was my favourite part of the day. I liked hearing about everything she’d done.

She’d stopped making sense about half way through. I had found her mixed up words precious so I’d engaged her a bit. However, now, I wanted my angel to rest.

She was fast asleep but I did some things I knew she loved anyhow. I turned on our noise machine to sound like a storm. I began to pet her hair lovingly. I then began he favourite thing. I sang very lightly in her ear. The soft melodies would give her good dreams I hoped.

I feel asleep as I hummed to her. I held her through the night. If she mumbled or tossed I just pulled her close again. She was safe with me. I didn’t want any of that stress seeping into her sub conscious. I just wanted her to feel happy and secure in my arms.

I woke up around four am. She was so deeply asleep that she was lightly snoring. She never sniffed unless she was very far gone.

I looked at her. A smile unfurled across my face. I caressed her cheek and she leaned into my touch. She looked so beautiful as she laid there. She was soft and peaceful and I felt overwhelmed with love for her.

“Mon amour,” I couldn’t help but say I’m a whisper. I kissed her cheek, leaving my lips there for a long time.

I knew what I wanted and needed to do. I untangled myself from her. I lit a candle, not wanting to bother her with the lights. I began to scribble down my thoughts about her, how I admired her and loved her.

Soon, I had pages of content. My swirling hand writing was looping over and over with messages of love. I was smiling at the words when I suddenly realised a theme. I’d mentioned marriage. I’d said it more than once, more than twice, I’d mentioned it over five times.

A blush heated my cheeks. Did I want to marry her? I looked over to where she slept. She wasn’t laying in bed anymore.

Warm arms circled around me from behind. I jumped out of my skin. She giggled and kissed my neck. I melted into her touch.

“What are you doing?” She asked groggily.

She smelled amazing. She was soft and kind. She was everything I had ever wanted or needed. Of course I wanted to marry her! She was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I wanted to be hers forever more.

“Planning a proposal for you,” I said said almost immediately.

“What?” She asked in shock. She jerked back from me. I turned in my chair and took in her face.

She looked flushed and excited. She wore only my shirt and her panties. She still looked tired but it subtracted nothing from her beauty.

“Will you marry me?” I blurted.

“Timothée,” she said, and she sounded like she worried I was joking.

“I know it’s sudden!” I interjected. “But I was thinking about it and it just seems perfect. I want you for the rest of my life and anything that may follow. You are a dream come true and if I can listen to your garbled pillow talk every night for the rest of my life I’d be a blessed man.”

“Oh, Timmy,” she sniffed. She was smiling now. She looked like she was going to cry. I was beaming.

“So?”

“Yes,” she agreed and fell into my arms. We kissed and hugged and laughed and nuzzled. We were going to experience this raw love for the rest of time and I couldn’t be happier.

@rebellsgf @justagirlwhoneedshelp @urmomsgayforme5 @xoxoloverb @mxciscastleintheair @dayafied @princessofthereach @imnotoverlyobsessive @patronsaintofthetwinks @softhecreator @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 @timotheechlamett @oddlyenoughiamweird @misswestfall @ailee-celeste @timolaurence @lovelyrocker @shika1200 @reddir14 @regulusblackrings @starberry-cake @shewasthelimit @jack1n @gatoenlaciudad @unlabled-person @dragonqueeneliza @http-isabela @justrandon @venomsvl @redrumkhaleesi @kazbrekkersangel @whatever-comes-to-me @sunflowerchild27 @histvgirl @skassh @jsgszeidbdod @koolkid21 @itsamusical4lifee @milliesObsimp @peachycupotea @s-we-e-t-t-ea @moonstaroyalty @robertpattinsOnswhOre @reggiesroaches @sexylifestylesblog @starsval @wandasbae616 @shaiw20 @thepowerthismanhasoverme @vanessa-boo @syirnge @korydickson @fix5idiots @cat04 @iloveneilperry @sstardragon @carolinglovelies @cocainecross @melthetreelover @queenofbeingdepressed @roseboysareprettier @valsarchives @meetmyothersouls @monangekisses @saegusnake @generousspirit @timotheel0ver @tchalamss @my-beloved-fandoms

Another observation from multiple rewatches of 1971 and 2023 Wonka: There is a beautiful yet subtle difference in the lyrics to Pure Imagination.

1971:

If you want to view paradise,

Simply look around and view it.

2023 (first verse):

If you want to view paradise,

Simply look at them and view it.

Willy sang this as he watched Noodle reunite with her mother. His version of paradise would be reuniting with his mamma 😢

I went and made myself sad.

What if 2023 Wonka's initial succession plan was to leave the factory to Noodle, but she died before him? Which contributes to the melancholy we see in 1971 Wonka (compounded by people lying and stealing from him, of course)

Anyone have those photos of ewan mcgregor screen testing/costume fitting or whatever for obi wan before they chopped his long hair for ep 1? I need them for reasons....