Michelle, I love you.
Give me a ship and I’ll tell you:
- Who cooks: They both share the responsibility, but Violet takes over most of the time because Wilbur has the tendency of charring things.
- Who does the laundry and other chores: Again,they share it. Violet is the one who usually does it when she’s home alone. Wilbur rarely cleans up, but he does when it’s something small or a mess that he made and knows that Violet will give him no pity on.
- How many children do they have: They have two darling little girls. Their first born is name Katherine (ha…i’ll explain later), also known as Katie. She is actually completely normal - void of any super mutation. Their second daughter’s name is Grace and she was born two years and three months later. Unlike her sister, Grace has the ability to change herself into a fluid. She can maintain a state where she is can retain a human shape, but moves more like water - kinda like a blob (and to be honest, it creeps Katie out).
- Who’s more dominate: Mainly Violet. She’s the one who takes control most of the time. Wilbur’s more of a foreplay person while Violet likes to gets down to the nitty-gritty things.
- Favorite nonsexual activity: Cuddling while watching the stars. They usually have a blanket to wrap around themselves and have stayed up until the sunrise.
- Their favorite place to be together: In bed. (Not in THAT way). Violet loves, like adores, staying in bed and rubbing her face into his chest. They have spent DAYS laying in bed, talking about their problems, and trading kisses.
- Any traditions: It started out more as a gift for herself, but every year for Christmas, Violet gives Wilbur this huge oversized sweater so she can fit into too and they spend the night, after all the festivities are done and over, watching old Christmas movies and curling up on the couch. They share the sweater and Violet is always the first one to fall asleep.
- Their “song”: Violet really loves the song Arms by Christina Perri, however, the one song that Wilbur sings to her over and over is Our Song by Matchbox 20
- What they do for each other on holidays: Christmas is listed above. For Valentine’s Day, Wilbur takes her out to dinner, or, if she isn’t feeling well, he’ll order in. Without fail, he has given her a card for every Valentine’s Day and she has kept all those cards. Violet usually buys him a few boxes of chocolates and offers to watch one of his sci-fi movies (which they do on a weekly basis, but it’s nicer on Valentine’s Day).
- Where did they go for their honeymoon: I really don’t know.
- Where did they first meet: In school, around the 8th grade.
- Any pets: Even though they both like the idea of a pet, they could never work it into their schedules and after two kids they’re both against the idea of taking care of a third.
- What do they fight over: Small fights pertain to things such as forgetting to close the garage door or refusing to do a small chore. Really small, meaningless things that blow over within ten minutes at most. Big fights are usually centered around the family. With Wilbur trying to build himself without his father’s name, he has put in more hours and it can put him away from the family. Violet gets very frustrated with him, but she’s can contain her feelings pretty well until Wilbur tips the scale and she explodes. It starts with something being flung across the room, barely missing his head and ends with her storming off and locking him out of their bedroom. However, there’s nothing that can’t be fixed with grilled cheese sandwiches and having a calm discussion.
- Do they go on vacations, if so where: Wilbur isn’t very used to the idea of going away on vacation because having a family as large as his usually meant vacations were a hassle. Violet drops hints on how it would nice to get away, all four of them for a family vacation. They’ve been to Disney World as a couple (during their third year in college) and they brought Katie when she was two, but they haven’t gone on vacation since.
"Well.." Violet trailed off, her voice raising slightly. "It was certainly memorable. You know, if you like the feeling of cold bare floors on your back." She twisted a strand of hair in-between her fingers, her eyes dancing back and forth from the floor to eye contact. "Don’t get me wrong! It was really nice, and all, but we’ve had better ones."
"Yeah," Wilbur chimed in. He was standing above her, his hand dangerously wavering above the top of her head. Noticing Violet ignoring his attempt at eye contact, he leaned down and looked up to her. Her eyes slowly made their ways to his. Locking eyes, she felt the air being sucked out of her lungs.
He had those brown eyes, while duller than any other shade of brown, that had something burning on the other side.
She gently combed through his hair, tugging softly to pull him closer to her. The space between them decreased, leaving their faces less than inches from each other’s.
"Well?" she asked, a sparkle in her eye as she began to smile. He stopped advancing towards her to tilt his head in confusion.
"Don’t make me say it." Her voice was lower than a whisper. Blue eyes stared right back at his brown eyes. Before he even realized what he was doing, his hands cupped her face and he kissed her.
It felt a whole lot better than any first kiss.
If I ever get pregnant I think this is how I will break the news
I don’t think they would be complimenting each other in such an obvious way. In any case, I would think they would be more inclined about complaining how annoying or uptight the other is. I believe Wilbur would have more of say on her appearance, such as “Her and those stupid blue eyes”, than Violet would. Violet would complain how he’s always getting in the way and ruining everything. She would definitely get worked up about Wilbur’s stupidity and her mom would always ask if there some other meaning to all the direct hatred.
[rips off shirt] i love AUs so much
"Well," Violet threaded her fingers through her hair. Her cheeks flushed red, and she bit her lower lip, looking thoroughly embarrassed. "When I was younger I, or at least pieces of me, used to always disappear by accident whenever I got scared, which happened a lot. My dad got us to move all the time for reliving the ‘glory days’, but I was just as bad from preschool to first grade."
She fell silent, her fingers still weaving through her hair, face still burning.
It’s right here???