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So, surprise! Iām still here! While Iām no longer active on this blog, Iām still very active on my main tumblr - so feel free to check on that if you want.
Someone asked if I was still writing Willet fanfic, and to be honest, I havenāt written fanfic since 2018. However, I have about 70 files in my drafts just surrounding Willet. So even though I most likely will never get around to finishing them, I decided to post my least cringe worthy one here. (And this is because someone asked me on my main blog and it was quite sweet ngl)
A few key points:
I have not touched this file since 2018, which means there are probably a good chunk of grammar mistakes.
The characterization of the characters are slightly off and not the way I would have written the characters now
however iām like lowkey happy with Frannyās characterization in this, so thereās that
I think I had originally planned aĀ short one-shot and it turned out to have a lot more exposition than I was (am?) used to writing. So there really isnāt anything exciting happening
The idea I think stemmed from a tumblr post where someone brought up the idea of Wilburās and Violetās families meeting, but both side trying to appear as normal as possible. But itās Violet meeting the Robinsons for the first time
So yeah, without further ado - I present probably the only WIP I am comfortable with sharing.
Tapping impatiently on the side of the pay phone, Wilbur listened to the ringing, wondering if anyone was even home to pick up. He turned around, scanning the train station, until his eyes landed on his girlfriend. She stood off to the side with her duffle bag clutched in her hands and his book bag in front of her feet. Even though she was about fifteen feet away, he could still see her tapping her fingers on the handle of her bag, a nervous tick of hers he discovered long ago.
He watched, still paying attention to the phone resting between his shoulder and his ear, as she tucked a strand of her inky colored hair behind her ear and chewed nervously on her lower lip. She seemed nervous, which was understandable considering she was coming to meet his family. If he had been anyone else, he wouldnāt really be able to see why she was nervous. After all, most people have a parent or two, possibly a sibling, and a really close family pet whose bombardment at the beginning of the visit would be the only thing to worry about.
But his family was far from that.
She finally caught his eye. He tried to muster a reassuring smile, though he felt his stomach sink with dread as she smiled back, her blissfully unaware about the chaos she was going to walk into.
āHello?ā
Startled, Wilbur turned quickly. He accidently wrapped himself around the metal cord. The phone was yanked from his weak grip and went crashing down against the side of the glass case. He dove for it, ignoring the glares of a mother who pulled her child far away from where he stood. Placing it to his ear, he prayed for it to be one of his parents.
āMom?ā he said warily.
āWilbur!ā his motherās shrill voice came from the other end of the line. Wilbur sighed a breath a relief. āAre you here yet? Do you want us to come pick you up? The offer is still on the table.ā She sung that last part. Sung.
āWellā¦ā Wilbur turned to look at his girlfriend. She had dropped her duffle bag next to his, her hands now preoccupied by the subway map a tourist had shoved at her. His eyes did a clean sweep of the tourist. Instantly, he felt a twinge of jealously hit him. He marveled at the man next to his girlfriend. The wrinkled suit, his windswept hair, and a perfect row of pearly white teeth that beamed down at his girlfriend were a clear sign of flirting, but Violet didnāt think that.
Wilbur frowned as she laughed at something the man said before pointing at the map. She handed over the map, her eyes still dancing. Her fingers gently brushed over the manās wrist, but it went unnoticed by the both of them as he said something back to her. Wilbur watched as she waved cheerfully goodbye and the man doing the same. His stomach sank at the notion and he quickly turned before she could see him spying on her.
By then, he had let his mother sit in two minutes of silence, in which she had decided to fill by screaming at him.
āā¦Wilbur! Are you still there? Are you using a payphone? I admire the effort, especially since you know how much I love it when you call by payphone, but itās ridiculously unreliable. Oh! If you can, do you think you could take a picture of the payphone? Lazloās been complaining about not having a muse for his painting and I think it would be nice ā¦ā
Well, to be honest, it wasnāt screaming. It was more like loud talking and a consistent stream of words pouring into his left ear.
āMom,ā Wilbur tried to cut her off. Her voice continued to fill the silence. Her questions of what he ate for lunch and if he was bringing back laundry filled the small gap he created. Growing impatient, Wilbur threw his head back, covering the phone with one hand while he looked up for a sign that he hadnāt momentously screwed himself over. āMom,ā he repeated with extra force. She stopped suddenly, as if she had hit a wall. Despite not being able to see her, Wilbur could see her tilting her head in confusion.
āWhat?ā she asked, her tone no longer carefree, but laced with concern. āIs something wrong?ā
āNo!ā he said a bit too quickly. He coughed in attempt to clear his throat. āNothingās wrong. I just wanted to know if everything was okay at home and you knowā¦ stuff like thatā¦ā
His motherās silence filled the phone for a good five seconds before she said, āEverythingās fine. Why would you ask that?ā
Wilbur scratched his neck. In his mind, he had imagined this conversation going much smoother. He had the words already planned out in his head. It wasnāt one of his five-minute plans that he made on the fly. Those plans didnāt usually carry so much weight. But this one, this one require careful stepping.
This one required a precision of words that he needed to have down to the finest detail.
āNo reason,ā he mumbled. āItās just thatā¦ well, um, I kinda just wanted to know if everyone could just, well, tone down for this week. Itās only for a week! And I wouldnāt be asking for much!ā
āWilbur,ā his motherās voice rose steadily.
āReally! Iām just saying, we could all benefit to acting a little bit differently for the week! Think about it! We could become ā¦ā Wilbur trailed off as the heat crept up his neck. Pulling at his collar, he shifted the phone in his hand, catching a fleeting glance of his girlfriend. He was stumbling, and his mother was already on alert.
āWilbur Robinson,ā she said. No longer was there concern or carefreeness. Instead, her words lashed like a whip, ready to defend what she had to. āWhatās going on? And you better tell me the truth.ā
āDid I ever mention how young you are?ā
āWilbur.ā
āRight,ā he cleared his throat again. āItās just that, I kinda, maybe have a girlfriend.ā
He pushed the phone quickly off his ear, waiting for his motherās squeals of delight.
She disappointed him as she remained quiet on the other side.
āAnd,ā he slowly drawled. He turned back to his girlfriend, waving to her as he spoke back to his mother. āsheās sorta coming home with me to meet with the family, but I might have left out a small, tiny, really unimportant when you think about it, detail of our family.ā
āWhich isā¦ā
That weāre insane. That we donāt fit the criteria for normal. That we have our dog eat at the actual dinner table. Wilbur listed in his head. His face grew uncomfortable red as he thought them, feeling ashamed that he was embarrassed by his family.
āThat we live with everyone in our entire family,ā Wilbur finally squeaked out.
The line remained silent.
This was it. This was how he died. If possible, his mother was going to crawl through the phone and strangled his perfectly attached head off his neck. And then she was going to disown him as her son.
ć Willet Cyberpunk-Tomorrowland AU ć
You see, it all started with that strange boy she saw outside of the Robinson Corp, he has the weirdest hair style and somehow seemed very confident. āWe havenāt met yet, but I am your future boyfriend.ā He says as he walked out from the giant car-like machine, and looked at her with that damned smile.
āIāve been reading books of old
The legends and the myths
Achilles and his gold
Hercules and his gifts
And clearly I donāt see myself upon that list.ā
āBut she said, whereād you wanna go?
How much you wanna risk?
Iām not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can kiss.ā
At one point in their relationship Wilbur and Violet have to meet each other's families, right? And what better way to do it than with and old-fashioned dinner?
But hear this: Both the Parr and Robinson families think that the other one is 100% normal and make separate pacts to try to act like a normal family to not scare the other one away and ruin the kids' chances in their relationship.
Now you have two awkward families trying to act like they are totally functional with Wilbur and Violet freaking out.
Hey vi? Does Wilbur listen to the Jonas brothers? Like theyāre old, early 2000 albums. I kinda feel like he would but Iām not sure. What do you think?
You know, I think qooqiesĀ could answer that better than meā¦
But I feel like its a general consensus that he does. And his favorite Jonas brother is most definitely Joe.
āBe more careful next time. I donāt want to bandage you up again.ā Willet if you want!
Another Anon also asked: āYou heard me. Take. It. Off.ā -ćwith Willet?Iām sorry this took so long to get back to. This has literally been in my draft folder for ages. Hope you enjoy!
āYou heard me,ā Violet leaned back in her chair with an annoyed sigh. āTake. It. Off.ā
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