ABCs

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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I am on my knees begging for more wonka fics 😋🤭😭

So glad you are enjoying the drabble! You're in luck - I'm working on more! I keep going down rabbit holes and may have to post Ben's life out of order as inspiration hits. Keep an eye out for new stuff on my masterlist

idk if i requested someone already sorry if i did haha but i was wondering if you could do like another blurb similar to mommas boy it’s just so cuteeee

i miss writing for dad!timmy. i miss evangeline and theo. ty for this request❤️‍🩹

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“Okay, mister, you’re gonna have to let me kiss your mother at some point.” Timothée spoke sternly, interlacing his fingers together over the table as he sat across from his son at the dining table.

You were getting ready for work and Timothée was on breakfast duty now that he had a break from work for a while. Theo stared at his father blankly, chewing on a strawberry as he mimicked his father’s body language.

They entered a stare off for who knows how long, both of them just looking at each other, challenging the other to give in first.

Theo blinked first, of course. Timothée couldn’t say he didn’t feel a little wash of pride overcome him, as pathetic as that was. “Nuh-uh.” was all Theo said as he looked away, grabbing his sippy cup filled with apple juice.

He connected his eyes with his father again, taking a long gulp of juice as he challenged his father again with his eyes. Setting down the sippy cup, he inhaled a big breath, “My mommy.”

“My wife.” Timothée emphasized, copying his son’s attitude. Theo used his baby fork to put a piece of pancake in his mouth, shrugging as if his father’s words had no meaning to him. He certainly got his attitude from you, that was for sure.

“Mama loves Theo.” Theo countered, pointing to his PJ set, one you bought for him while Timothée was in London filming Wonka. It was a white long sleeve with the words, “Mama loves her baby” on it, with a big red heart in the middle. Paired with his shirt were red fuzzy pants with white hearts on them.

It was his favorite pair of pajamas, of course.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Timothée scoffed playfully, crossing his arms in front of his chest now. “Just remember, I was here before you. Before you were born, I would kiss mama all the time. Exact reason why you’re here.” he digressed, mumbling that last bit.

“No!” Theo shouted, his yell turning into a shrill squeal. Your mother instincts had kicked in the moment you’d heard the sound from the bathroom, and you rushed downstairs to the kitchen to see what all the ruckus was about.

“What happened, baby?” you came into the dining room, frowning as you saw Theo’s fists clenched and eyebrows furrowed as he glared at Timothée, who wore a shocked expression. Although Theo had been very serious about having you all to himself, he hadn’t expected Theo to have an outburst.

“Dada.” Was all that Theo said as he reached his arms out for you, making you narrow your eyes at Timothée while you hugged your son.

“Timothée Chalamet, what did you tell him?” you inquired scoldingly, looking at him with a stern face as he held his hands up in the air.

“Nothing!” he admitted, “All I said was that he needs to stop being so mean and let me kiss you already! It’s not just that, I can’t even cuddle you anymore!” he shouted accusingly, pointing at his son who had his head buried in your chest, holding your shirt tightly in his fists.

“You were gone for months and now that you’re back, Theo’s just a little scared of losing the attention. Isn’t that right, honeybee?” Theo looked up at you and nodded with his wide doe eyes, innocence pouring through the look he gave you before hugging you again. “Both of you are gonna have to learn to share.”

“Fine.” was all that Timothée grumbled out, huffing so much that the hair in front of his face flew up.

You squeezed Theo tightly and placed a kiss to the top of his head. Theo shifted his head so he was facing Timothée instead of hiding in your neck.

“I can’t believe you’re arguing with your son about cuddles, Timmy, how old are you?” You inquired rhetorically, rubbing Theo’s back and leading him to the kitchen.

Timothée grimaced at how it sounded, looking to his son apologetically. While you carried him out of the room, Theo locked eyes with his father again. However, much to Timothée’s shock, instead of a sad look, Theo wore a devious, evil smirk on his face as he held you close.

Theo’s eyes shone with a gleam of mischief and amusement, a mixture of trouble that communicated to his father who’s jaw had fallen agape in awe, “Told you so.”

I love them a very normal amount. 💙

May I please request more papa!Wonka fic? Like maybe of Willy and Reader raising their son and just more of what the precious little cocoa bean is like as he gets older?

May I please request more papa!Wonka fic? Like maybe of Willy and Reader raising their son and just more of what the precious little cocoa bean is like as he gets older?

Here's the first installment post-Bun in the Oven. I started a masterlist, so I'll keep all the drabble organized there. I have a list of scenarios to work from! Enjoy!

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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 af

SNIFFLES

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

Summary: Ben/Bean (age 2) and reader (mom) are sick. Willy takes care of you both.

C/W: Illness but nothing graphic

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You hadn't experienced this level of exhaustion since Ben was a newborn. The poor dear had been down with a cold for three days now. His hacking cough and stuffy nose kept him from getting comfortable enough to rest well at night, causing him to be lethargic and clingy all day. Granted, you enjoyed the snuggles, but you would give anything to have your happy, energetic Ben back. Unfortunately, though, you caught his cold with the constant closeness.

Willy was accustomed to coming home to happy noises of reading, playing, or cooking. But on the third day of illness in the Wonka household, there was nothing but silence to greet him upon entry except the occasional sniffles coming from the study. Willy came around the sofa with a pitiful pout on his face. You and Ben were just lounging on the sofa staring at the fire. You had a book in hand, but neither of you had the energy to look at it.

"Oh, [y/n]. You, too?" Willy took in the sight of your pale skin and dark circles under your eyes as he picked Ben up from your lap. Normally very excited to see his papa, the boy just nestled his head into the crook of Willy's neck and sucked his thumb. He could feel heat radiating from the little body. Willy then gently rested the back of his hand against your forehead. "Both of you are running a fever."

"I believe it," you responded weakly after clearing your throat. "My skin hurts. I'm hot and cold at the same time, and I can't breathe through my nose. Ben hasn't been able to get comfortable all day, either."

"I'm home now, so you should go rest."

"No, I need to get dinner started," you argued while trying (but failing) to sit up on the couch.

"Nonsense. You can't pour from an empty cup, my sweet," Willy chided as he helped you up with his spare hand. "Why don't you go take a hot steaming bath while I make my mamma's soup recipe? It's sure to help you feel better." You opened your mouth to speak before he held up a finger, "Before you say it, don't worry about Bean. I've got him. Let me take care of you, too."

You conceded. You knew arguing further with Willy once his mind was made up was an exercise in futility in your current state. Most of the time, your stubborness rivaled his, but not this day. Your fatigue outweighed the guilt of temporarily relinquishing your [self-imposed] role of caretaker.

You made your way to the bath, thankful for Willy's contraption that provided hot water on demand.* Once the tub was filled, you sank down into the water with a long sigh. Your muscles protested as you went about your normal ablutions, but the steam did wonders for your ability to breathe. You felt semi-human again as you stepped out and toweled off.

Willy was a bit slow-going on the soup since one arm was busy supporting the toddler on his hip. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your boys. Their matching curly hair was in disarray thanks to the humidity from the soup. Ben looked up, alerting Willy to your presence in the kitchen with a quiet "mamma" as he reached for you. That was a rarity when Willy was home, preferring you only if he was tired or sick. Ben and his papa were as thick as thieves.

Willy turned around from the stove to look at you as he handed you the boy. "It's nice to see some color in your cheeks again, even if it's just from the warmth of the bath. Did it help?"

"A bit. I can actually breathe through my nose at the moment."

He chuckled and went back to stirring. "Good, good. Soup should be ready in a couple of minutes." You set Ben in his high chair and started to grab bowls and bread before Willy good-naturedly scolded you. "Nuh-uh. Sit." You pursed your lips and glared but complied nonetheless.

Willy set the table and dished out the soup. He scooted Ben's high chair closer to help him eat so you could focus on feeding yourself. The soup looked amazing, leaving you longing to actually be able to smell or taste it. Instead, you just enjoyed the warmth as it soothed your scratchy throat.

The family slowly ate their dinner in relative silence. Unable to smell or taste, Ben quickly lost interest and begged to be held. Willy obliged and set the boy in his lap. Having ate your fill, you pushed the bowl back and stood up to clear the table.

Willy tutted at you. "[Y/N]. I've. Got. This. Now. Go. To. Bed." Ben, however, was not ready to let you out of his sight. Reaching up to you from Willy's lap with grabby hands and pouty lip, he whimpered. Before you could react, Willy turned the boy around to face him instead. "Now Bean, Mamma takes good care of us all the time. It's our turn to take care of her. She is going to go night night a little early. You and I, little man, are going to read a story after we clean up the kitchen." Over Ben's head, you saw Willy mouth to you, "Go."

You smiled, blew a kiss, and quickly made your exit before Ben turned around. It felt deceitful, but if anyone could keep Ben distracted, it was Willy. You could faintly hear Willy bustling around the kitchen singing the clean-up song without further complaint from the boy.

Satisfied that Ben was in good hands and relatively happy, you readied yourself for bed. After two nights of interrupted sleep and a full day of fever, you were practically unconscious before your head even hit the pillow. You slept solidly for hours before you woke with a start. Why is it quiet? Where are the boys?

You tiptoed to Ben's room, avoiding the planks in the floor that tended to creak. You found Willy in the rocking chair, feet propped up and holding Ben upright on his chest so the boy could breathe freely. You picked up a blanket from Ben's bed and covered them both, taking in the sweet scene. "Rest well, my loves," you whispered before retreating back to bed.

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*Remember, Willy is an inventor, so it's totally plausible that this fictional character invented the precursor to the modern water heater, lol.

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