#will stark

“Seriously?!”

Mia’s car would not start. She was used to this -- it was becoming more and more unreliable -- but she wished that it had picked literally any other location to break down than the driveway of the Alexander Estate.

Showing up unannounced at the Alexander residence was never advised (in fact both Nick and Lucy had explicitly told her to avoid their home at all costs), but there had been another animal attack and Mia was worried. Her correspondence with Nick had been shaky at best since he’d come back and while it was no longer uncommon for it to be days before he’d respond to her texts, she realized this morning that she hadn’t heard from him since the attack and just wanted to make sure he was alright.

She’d first gone to Nate’s place, but no one was there. Nate wasn’t answering her either (which wasn’t odd since his old cell was dead half the time and struggled to get service the rest of it) and only after she’d checked all of their usual haunts had she decided to check his house.

No one was at home today at Nick’s place either, except Violet, who had seemed irritated that Mia had disrupted her afternoon with the news that she hadn’t heard from Nick in days. She couldn’t even be bothered to ask their father if he had either. Mia hadn’t taken kindly to Violet’s indifference of the situation and when she’d made a remark that they were all better off when he was gone, Mia had lost her temper.

Storming out of the house lost part of its effect when she realized her car would not start. She certainly had too much pride to go back up to the house and ask for help (she guessed the Alexanders probably had a mechanic on site at all times for such occasions) but she also realized that that meant she had to stick around until Chris could get to her -- and since he was working, she didn’t know how long that would be.

She was still in an irritable mood when a luxury car pulled up behind her and Will Stark stepped out.

“Oh god, what are you doing here?”

Gideon is definitely someone who likes to have all of the facts ++ know exactly what is going on before he makes a decision on anything (#reporterlife) and honestly that also includes when he’s getting to know someone because I feel like Will doesn’t always make a first good (or second or third) impression, especially depending upon the circumstances one meets him under. ;DD

And while Gideon definitely doesn’t know about his vampire!tendencies, I do think he believes that Will is a better person than most people give him credit for and that he just needs to be given a chance b/c he’s just ~rough around the edges~ 

He doesn’t believe Will is a saint or anything, but he would be shOCKED to know that he’s, y’know, killed a bunch of people drinking their blood ;D 

hello violet is a lot!!! 

she’s picked out will to be the vampire she wants to spend the rest of her life with. he checks all of the things on her list: he’s handsome, charming, smart, wealthy, and not related to her (which is probably hard with all of these Alexander vampires running around lmao)

so yeah, she’s 100% on board with this plan, she just has to wait until she convince will of it, too lajsfldjasflj 

she’s not stupid, she knows that the ~fling they have now is fleeting and that she’s not the only girl in his sights and she’s definitely trying to be ~cool girl~ right now and act like she’s okay with them being casual but she’s nOT and tbh it’s trying her patience not to be his center of attention & the only girl in his life, not to mention she likes to be in control of everything and this relationship feels very out of her control but she’s also very stubborn and not about to give Will up that easy, so she’s just figuring out how she can manipulate him into doing what she wants 

Not what I was writing earlier, but inspired by my latest screenshots. [Characters: Tony Stark, William Stark-Potts (oc)]

“What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to hug you, scoot over, kid,” Tony snarks and makes a shooing motion with his fingers to indicate that he needs some space on the bed in order to attempt this. Will eyes him quizzically but presses his fists into the mattress and lifts himself over anyway. He starts to pull his knees closer to him, thinks on it, and then flattens them, parallel with the ground.

Tony shifts over and wraps his arms around his son’s torso. He feels two slender arms return the gesture and a head land just below the shoulder, cast to the side so has not to block his nose or mouth from getting air.

“I love you, kid, and I’ll always be here for you, you know that, right?”

He feels the head shake up and down against him.

“You have a problem with someone, come right to me,” he says. “I promise, I won’t embarrass you in front of your friends or whatever. Even if dads are supposed to do that, I won’t.”

Will begins to shake in his arms, which is soon followed by a soft chuckling. Tony’s lips split in satisfaction. God, he loves this kid so much.

At long last, Will pulls out of the embrace and rakes the back of his hand across his eyes. Despite the next few sniffles, he’s grinning. Shaky, but amused.

“You want to come down for dinner, now?” asks Tony only to receive a nonverbal ‘no’.

“Not hungry,” Will replies. “And I have homework–.”

Tony pats his son on the knee before rising off the bed. The mattress squeaks, faint, with the motion. “I’ll make sure there’s some leftovers in the fridge for you for later,” he understands. “Just don’t stay up past midnight tonight. School tomorrow.”

There’s a nod of a head, and Tony takes that as his cue to leave. Part of him feels like Will’s not going to abide by that tonight – just a hunch, if the kid is anything like his maker, – but tonight is not the night to police his sleep schedule. Tonight, he’ll let Will recuperate however he can; the kid needs it. Tomorrow, Tony’s worry about setting good living habits may resume. For now, he joins the rest of the family downstairs at the dining table. By the end, he makes good on his latest promise by heaping the remaining rice and beans into a Tupperware, slapping a sticky note with an all caps scrawled “WILL” on the lid, and shoving it onto the clearest fridge shelf.

Will: what if Nessa picks you as prince consort?

Adam: ONE FEAR!