#willaria

[igcttabe]

“ you’re crying? oh, how sweet, it doesn’t change a thing. “

ARIA RAISED HER HAND TO WIPE HER TEARS AWAY. she hadn’t been aware that she was crying in the first place, it was only that he’d pointed it out so cruelly that she knew to rid herself of them. “i’m not crying ‘cause i think it’ll change anything.” her words more of a mumble. she’d soon discovered that it didn’t matter where in the cage she sat, if they came in there to get her, then there was no hiding or getting away from them. therefore, she was sat practically by the door, at least that way she’d know they were coming. her body curled up into what could only be described as the smallest of balls, glancing up over her knees at him when she saw he was alone. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?” her voice may have been a mumble but she made sure it was loud enough for him to hear her clearly from where he was. “your last session wasn’t enough for you? come back for more?” aria’s eyes were red and puffy from all the crying she’d been doing. she hated it. she felt weak and pathetic, everything edgar had taught her not to be but she didn’t know how to be any other way right now.  @bcssbitchs​ 

#aria ; convo #aria ; will #willaria #tw: mental health #tw: torture #tw: murder mention

[xtinyslip]

“Oh there is not going to be a power cut in the middle of this stormy Halloween night, come on ghosts, be more original!”

"AS LONG AS IT IS JUST GHOSTS?" was she spooked after what she had been put through? perhaps. well, there was no perhaps about it. aria definitely was and she hated that. that she was letting them have this hold over her and her life. it was why she was doing her best to push through it and manage it as best as she could. there was no way in hell, that she was going to let it stop her from living her life and will? well, somehow he'd become a main part of her life. "or maybe it was just me so i have an excuse to cuddle up closer to you?" aria teased, flashing him a smile. "so as smooth as i know that was... IT WASN'T ME." she chuckled, bringing her glass of wine to her lips. "but will you come with me to grab the candles? i'm not scared i just --" oh, she was and she wouldn't have been before but of course, she was now. @lcvenderhcze

#aria ; convo #aria ; will #willaria #tw: mental health #our babies <3

[broadwayandnetflix]

It’s Always Been You - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Language

Theme: Fluff, Pining, Semi-Angst

Summary: Being the youngest princess in a wealthy kingdom definitely has its ups and downs, especially when your father is trying to court you away to some wealthy prince. 

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: This was made for @bucky-smiles​ Secret Santa Writing Challenge, and I wrote this for the lovely @delicatelyherdreams​. I really do hope that you enjoy this, even with its late arrival. I feel as though this story went in a million different ways, but I tried to do you justice. I also hope you enjoy my very creative way of coming up with kingdoms. (no sarcasm here)

You sat upright on your mattress, eyes closed, and knees tucked underneath you, a faint smile gracing your lips. The air of your bedroom peaceful, quiet minus the soft sound of your record player playing in the background, calm and serene.

Rarely if ever, you had moments like these to yourself. Periods where you can just relax and not have to help your family tend the Kingdom.

Where you could simply pop open a book, wear more comfortable clothes, do nothing, go out, and not have Barnes check up on your every move. Well, you could let that last one slide.

For the last 19 years, your existence has been claimed by your family’s royal history. From the first day of your life, you were titled as one thing and one thing only.

Y/N Y/L/N, Princess of Starkonia.

You were to be polite, flexible, and accepting of those around you, you had to be presentable and prepared at your father’s beck and call. You needed to be present during ceremonies, and get prepared for what seemed to be your most significant task, marriage.

Even the mention of the word tasted bitter on your tongue, the prospect of being wedded to a man you barely knew was revolting. Yet, just like your sisters did before you, you too would have to get married at some point.

Savannah was first, marrying some big wig from a neighboring country. Juliet was next, getting married at only nineteen to one of the richest princes from Rogeria. Shortly after followed Hannah, who conveniently married Juliet’s husband’s brother.

Growing up, marriage was all your sisters could talk about. Often dreaming of what they would wear on their wedding day, or how they would soon one day become queen, conjuring up the royal subjects that they would lead and inspire over.

You would listen, of course, with an eager grin, but whenever they would ask for your input, you’d often draw a blank. Even during your early teenage years, you couldn’t really imagine your future starting off with marriage. Which, of course, was unusual regarding your sister’s childhood, so you often became alienated from discussions.

So you found refuge in the likes of one of your father’s young knights, James Buchanan Barnes. Or Bucky to you and you only. Despite his dedication and serious attitude to his job, you’d often find time to sweep him away.

The two of you frequently met in secret within the palace’s gigantic library, reading side by side, eating stolen pastries from the boisterous and clattering kitchen.

Underneath the full bookshelves of the library was where the two of you let your guard’s down. Both of you share secrets that you’d tell no one else, read books from the tallest shelves, and chatter on about the latest palace gossip.

The library was where you learned that Bucky was an aspiring writer, but became a knight to make a living and impress his father. He was thoughtful, quiet, but also quite humorous, always seeming to tickle you with his quips and comments.

In response, you shared your distaste of marriage and how you desired a more straightforward career that didn’t require so much attention. Instead of being judgmental and critical of your complaints, Bucky, to your delight, welcomed them with considerate eyes, and a listening ear.

Bucky made your days meaningful, always giving you something to look forward to, an escape if you will. So when your father, unbeknownst to your growing duo, made Bucky be your personal guard, the two of you were ecstatic.

Of course, you knew the reasoning behind this, your father valued your safety, being the youngest of your family meant that you were the last to be scooped up. Given your family’s rich lineage, courting, you would be a satisfying compromise for growing countries and their princes.

Bucky would often find himself falling subject to your long, and constant complaints about your potential suitors.

Nobody ever seemed to meet your fancy. Thor of Asgard was too self-absorbed, Bruce of Bannaria was too quirky, or worst of all, Samuel of Willaria was way to forthcoming.

Oh, how they all gave you quite a headache!

You could tell that your father was becoming quite frustrated with your lack of progress. Day by day would pass with to no avail, you’d always find some way to shoot each of them down.

Dinner’s would be filled with short tempers and argumentative quips that’d send you to sleep angry and exhausted. Unless you found a suitor that satisfied your father over yourself, then you could make him proud.

Yet through thick and thin, Bucky remained a constant in your life, even if he technically had to be. The two of you would often explore the little village outside of the palace. Complete with bustling vendors within the local farmer’s market that sold ripened fruit, pastries, linens, and fresh honey from the town’s apiaries.

You always found joy in seeing the many vendors that always greet you with a smile. Or seeing the kids that would run around trying not to trip over themselves to see the royal horses. Days like these were your escape as they were Bucky’s who could always be found in the town’s small bookstore.

Days where you don't have to prove yourself to anyone or focus on whomever you were going to marry. These days were your favorite, like this one, in particular, your mother and father out for a gathering with a neighboring kingdom.

Despite the flurry of servants and staff that resided in the palace, you were technically by yourself for the day. That was until you hear a knock on your door, open your eyes, and swing your legs forward to stand up from your bed.

“Come in!” you called out before rushing over to lower the sound on your record player.

The door opened with a swing and in stormed Bucky with a sour disposition, a scowl planted firmly on his lips. You gaped wide-eyed at the sight in front of you, never had you seen Bucky so angry.

“What’s wrong?” you asked quickly, watching as he simply paced your room, ignoring you.

That is until he stopped abruptly before focusing his gaze onto you, his shoulders sagging almost immediately. He stood in his uniform minus the exception of his gloves, his metal fingers reflecting in the light that streamed through your window.

“My father,” he huffed, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes tightly, “My father found my novel and went fucking ballistic.” he seethed.

Concern flooding your senses, you move forward to comfort him but ultimately decided against it, taking a step back to give him some space. Bucky’s father had always been tough on him, especially after the loss of Bucky’s mother.

Bucky, more often than not, had to take control of the house to protect himself and his little sisters while his father went out and got drunk at the local taverns. Hence why he had this job in the first place, ultimately crushing any dreams that Bucky had for writing.

“How could I be so stupid? I shouldn’t have left it in plain sight! Or, more specifically, a place where I should’ve known that Rebecca would’ve found it!” he exclaimed, cursing himself quietly, eyes widened like saucers.

“Bucky, you aren’t stupid, and there was no way you could’ve known that she would’ve found it,” you replied quietly, catching his gaze just for a second before he focused it elsewhere.

He exhaled heavily clamping his eyes shut, despite the way he held himself up, you could still see the slight tremble between his legs.

“I’m sorry that your father reacted the way he did. Buck, you don’t deserve that kind of treatment from your father.” you continued on before sitting down on the bed, his eyes opening warily at the sound of you falling against the cushions.

He watched you sit momentarily before joining you without a second thought, his much taller figure slumping onto the bed, before resting his head against yours.

You grew rigid at his touch, trying to fight the pounding in your heart that seemed to echo painstakingly loud in your chest. His arms snaking their way around to your side before he let out a shaking sigh, his metal armor cool to the touch on your skin.

Why do you feel so sweaty all of a sudden? You two had never been this close before, so why does this feel oddly comfortable? Is that cologne? Bucky smells..nice.

“Thank you.” he murmured ever so quietly so only you could hear.

“Anytime Buck, anytime.” you exhale promising yourself that you’d hold him as long as he deemed necessary.

-

One Week Later

“Come on, sister! Is there really nobody that you fancy nowadays?” Savannah, your oldest sister, exclaimed one evening as the two of you caught up as of your monthly tradition. Her eyes all giddy, hands on her hips in a way too over dramatic manner.

You frowned at the comment presented in front of you, of course, you did not ‘fancy’ any of the young princes offered to you. Yet, there did appear to be someone who did cross your mind more than often nowadays.

Bucky.

No, that didn’t mean you fancied him. Of course not, Bucky was … well, Bucky. He was your best friend, best friends don’t date. Princesses most certainly don’t marry knights either that was just fairy tale nonsense. Father would never approve either.

“Well?” Savannah quipped, her body tilting as she shifted all of her weight onto one foot.

You swallowed sheepishly, glancing down at your feet, flinching at the excited squeal that your sister let out as the realization sunk in.

“Oh my gosh! Y/N! Tell me everything? Who is he? Is he cute? Oh, tell me he’s cute!?” Savannah cried out, nearly tripping over her dress to pull you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Savannah!” you gasped, squirming your way out of her hold, looking at her all bewildered.

“Sorry, It’s just, my baby sister finally found someone,” she replied before taking a seat on your bed, looking at you expectantly.

“Okay, well, for starters, I don’t even know if I like him. I’m friends with him, but he’s just been very touchy lately,” you admit before plopping down beside her lying down on your bed.

“Define touchy,” she questioned while following your actions, her hair now brushing up against yours.

You glanced at her perplexed, the two-year history between you and Bucky swirling around in your mind. Why now? Why were you questioning it now?

“I don’t know, he’s just been a lot closer than he used to be.” you murmur as you rub your face in frustration.

“Don’t tell me this is that young knight that always follows you around like a lovesick puppy?” Savannah exclaimed as she sat upright, looking at you wide-eyed.

“He does not!” you retort back.

“Oh, it so is! You have to tell him!” her voice reaching a pitch that you didn’t think was possible.

“I don’t think I could even stomach that, what if he rejects me?” you sigh, sitting upright only to notice your bedroom cracked open slightly ajar.

“I’m sorry, is this a wrong time?” a voice calls out as the door pushes forward to reveal Bucky.

You have the hold back the gasp that threatened to escape your lips. Bucky catches your gaze, noting the tension in the air between you three before adjusting it onto your sister, who was just as surprised as you.

“I’m guessing this is the wrong time,” Bucky stammers awkwardly before turning around to go.

“Wait!” you cry out, causing him to turn back around, eyeing you curiously.

“I, I need to talk to you about something,” you stammer anxiety pricking at your skin. You felt hot and heavy, the bed dipping as Savannah slipped out the door.

Bucky letting the door close behind him, before walking over to sit beside you on the bed, just as you did for him not so very long ago. He looked at you with an expression that you couldn’t quite decipher, his eyes searching yours for what you were saying.

“You know I don’t know why it hasn’t hit me sooner,” you start trying to hide the shakiness of your words.

“No one ever seemed right, or just worth my time, not even if my parent’s approval was on the line.” he nods to himself slightly at that, chuckling softly.

“I’d be so disappointed with myself, and then I would turn around, and you would be there. Bucky, you have always been there for me,” you admit swallowing before mustering up the courage to meet his eyes.

“It’s been you, Buck, it’s always been you. You are the one I want, I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.” the words fall from your lips, and just like that, it’s as if time stops for just a second.

The room that felt heavy and thick with hesitation or the anxiety that clung to your skin evaporated. All you could see was Bucky and the soft smile that complimented his features. The way his hand slipped into yours, the way he didn’t look away from you as he inched closer.

The way his hand caressed your check sending shivers down your spine, or the way he kissed you with a longing that had never felt so good. Who knew someone could taste so good, or smell so good.

It was perfect, it was long overdue, and it was brand new all at once. And you couldn’t wait to see where it takes you next.

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[igcttabe]

“ i’m pretty sure I heard something cracking. could be your bones? “

ARIA DIDN’T KNOW HOW LONG HE’D BEEN IN HERE WITH HER. honestly, she spent so much of her time in and out of consciousness that she didn’t even know if they were in the cage anymore. there was a part of her that hoped they weren’t, even if it meant she might be further away from edgar. at least, he might be able to see her location tracker again. he could come for her. the pain was there, if she focused on it, she’d feel it for what it was but right now it just felt like one big blur. “OH GOD, WILL. please stop?” aria had broken his heart and it was something that she would never be proud of, she was ashamed for how things had ended between them. however, she always knew in time that they found their way back to one another and she’d hoped they could have done that as friends. not, whatever this was. “I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS I CAN TAKE.” they could say what they wanted about her, but the truth was, she wasn’t doing herself justice with writing herself off so early. aria was many things, maybe some of the things they’d called her and accused her of was true, but she was also a FIGHTER. she fought like hell, and she would till she literally couldn’t anymore. it was why she was trying to struggle against will now, trying to get free, even when she knew she couldn’t. even if managed to pull that off, where she would run? @bcssbitchs​

#aria ; convo #aria ; will #tw: mental health #tw: torture #tw: injuries #tw: murder mention #tw: kidnapping #willaria

[xtinyslip]

"I MEAN IF IT'S THE BOTH OF US? HOW CAN IT BE? and even if it is? at least we're in this together." was it crazy that they both wanted that? aria would have maybe said yes on a different day but there was something about this that felt so right. she didn't know if it was possible to hold that opinion about it. she really didn't. "i like old fashioned. old fashioned is romantic. noble. i would take old fashioned over anything else that's on offer these days. yanno'? so you're good." flashing him a smile, wanting him to know that she liked him and this and how he made her feel. for a moment, in this moment -- she wasn't thinking about how badly she was wrecking everything. "admirable? i'll take it." aria grinned, not wanting to dig deeper if he didn't want to but everyone should have one person who watches their back. right? everyone. "it's the killer heels isn't it?" she joked, actually laughing for once. "you seem pretty bad ass yourself." winking playfully. "you know... and this is bold of me to suggest so feel free to -- decline but if this coffee turned into food and drinks. would that be the worst thing in the world?" she had nowhere else to be. @lcvenderhcze

#aria ; convo #aria ; will #willaria #BABIES <3

[igcttabe]

🤗 - Sneak up behind my muse and hug them

ARIA TOOK WALKS NOW. it was kind of her thing but after being trapped down in that cage for the period she had been… well, she certainly had more of an APPRECIATION for the outdoors now. she liked to be outside and it might have been weird and people might not understand it but she knew there were stranger ways to respond. AT LEAST THIS WAS HEALTHY. the last thing she was really expecting was for anyone to really stop her whilst she was out in one of the parks so when she felt arms around her from behind. yeah, it almost gave her a mild HEART ATTACK. “oh my god!” immediately when she realised who it was she couldn’t help but stop resisting his embrace and simply lean back into it a little. “JEEZ! you scared me! you almost had the label of bag imprinted around the side of your face!” aria did chuckle once her heart had climbed back down from her throat and SETTLED back into her chest. “what are you doing out here?” @bcssbitchs​

#aria ; convo #aria ; will #willaria

[igcttabe]

“  hey— look at me.  you can talk to me.  ”

THE ONLY TIME she hadn't been able to talk to him was when she first discovered who he was and what he was doing. this was the FIRST time since then where she felt that same sense of fear which made her SWALLOW her words rather than say them like she wanted to. aria didn’t want anyone else’s blood on her hands and if she SHARED how jeannie had been behaving towards her -- would he kill her? “I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY --” oh, she wanted to tell him the truth, that’s what she wanted to say but she didn’t want it to be at the cost of someone’s life. ESPECIALLY not someone who seemed genuinely terrified of losing her friends because how many times had aria been in that EXACT same position at the hands of -A? she had been where jeannie was and it sucked, even if... even if she did deserve it. “i don’t think i can... NOT ABOUT THIS.” and the one person she could talk too? that was angie garza and she couldn’t tell him that. could she? HE COULD NEVER KNOW. would he think she was betraying him? that she was a traitor? because she loved him just as much now as she ALWAYS had. it wasn’t that. @bcssbitchs​

#aria montgomery ; convo #aria ; will #willaria #me sobbing my heart out

[igcttabe]

"here's hoping the new year is better than the last."

“i don’t know about better but it’s definitely going to be DIFFERENT than what i was planning.” clearly, seeing as she was going to spend her year in some cage like an animal when she was completely against zoos. this was not how karma was supposed to work but clearly it was just out to be a giant BITCH right now. aria had been sat on the floor and although she made no attempt to get up, she did shift herself closer to the glass so they could actually TALK. it wasn’t like she could afford to be petty and ignore him because if he left she was alone with her thoughts. they were NOT being kind to her right now either. “what are you hoping to happen here will?” did he have a plan? because he always seemed to have a plan and now she asked she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear it. “or do you want me to go FIRST?” @bcssbitchs​

#aria ; convo #aria ; will #willaria #tw: mental health

[igcttabe]

“I tell you I love you. I always tell you. Why don’t you believe me?”

“because if i chose to believe you and you’re LYING to me AGAIN. that, THAT i might not live through. you of ALL people must understand that?” they had done the whole they could live without each other thing but they would NEVER EVER want to but this was different. it was completely different because he had lied and this wasn’t some white lie she could easily get over. he had lied about his name, about who he was, about ALL those long hours at work he did and what he spent doing with them -- when he could have been with her instead? what the hell was she supposed to do here? because she was TRYING, she was but she couldn’t just believe it because he said it... EVEN IF DEEP DOWN SHE DID, she couldn’t admit that to him just yet. “and it works both ways. if i told you i STILL loved you and if you let me out of here i wouldn’t say a word. what then? would you believe me?” IT WAS THE TRUTH, it was strange but even from the moment she had found out it was him, she knew she couldn’t stop loving him... no matter how screwed up that was... no matter what it looked like... SHE LOVED HIM, she just wanted to know if he believed that... if he was asking her to do something he couldn’t do himself. 

@bcssbitchs​

#aria ; convo #aria ; will #willaria

[igcttabe]

‘  no  one  else  is  going  to  love  me  when  i  get  mad.  ’

WHY HAD NO ONE COME FOR HER? aria had truly believed that will had been talking crap about adrian moving on with some hot blonde with legs for days but had he? she really, really thought she would have been out of this situation by now and yet here she was. STILL. “are you... mad?” aria hoped not because as much as she had loved him through everything that had happened -- she wasn’t exactly keen on him when he was mad either. “AND I DON’T KNOW...” she leaned her side against the glass so she could talk to him without feeling like she had to shout for him to hear her. “if you’re wearing that tie?” her FAVOURITE tie, the one she liked to use to pull him closer to her at every given opportunity. “then they might be willing to see past it.” @bcssbitchs

#aria ; convo #aria ; will #willaria

[igcttabe]

“  no  one  will  hurt  you  again,  or  i’ll  kill  them.  ”

THOSE WORDS WERE SUPPOSED TO BRING HER COMFORT and there was a small part of her that did feel comforted by that. it was stupid but the only reason that statement made her NERVOUS was because she knew that he would. she didn’t want the death of anyone else on her conscious but at the same time the level of HURT she had been put through was extreme on anyone’s level. no one could blame him for being protective and it was nice to have that for a chance as she finally broke her SILENCE. “i’m not the same person that i was. i’m not as easy to hurt and that i can only see as a good thing because it used to happen... A LOT. more than i even want to admit to myself.” perhaps it was and perhaps on some scale it wasn’t but this was who she was and she was DEALING with that. “is that what’s been bothering you? you think they are going to try and hurt me?” @bcssbitchs​ 

#aria mongtomery ; convo #aria ; convo #willaria

[igcttabe]

“  as  soon  as  i  see  someone  else  close  to  you,  i  get  jealous.  ”

“and if i told you that you had NO reason to be jealous?” aria moved so she could take a seat on his lap which may not have been the most APPROPRIATE action, however, it wasn’t like she had straddled him or anything as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “the only person i want to go home with tonight is YOU and maybe a young leonardo dicaprio but for what it’s worth? I WOULD CONSIDER SHARING.” a playful smile pulling at her lips as she leaned forward to rub her nose gently against his, not in a hurry to move from the comfort and safety of his lap. “jealously? that’s new though?” or was it? she didn’t really see it as a BAD thing as long as it was in healthy doses. “I’M INTRIGUED. what does a jealous will --” she glanced around to make sure no one could over hear them as she used his real name. “emmerson. look like?” @bcssbitchs​

#aria montgomery ; convo #aria ; will #willaria

[igcttabe]

taking down the pictures and the plans we made

IT WAS SELFISH but she was glad that she had been the one to LEAVE so that she didn’t have to be responsible for doing any of that. however, she also knew how wrong it was to leave him do that by himself -- even if most people would say he did DESERVE it. “what are you going to do with all OUR stuff?” the photo’s, the cutlery they had brought together which sounded so incredibly LAME now but she’d been so excited that day. aria looked down for a moment because in the middle of ALL their fighting it was so easy to forget all the GOOD stuff -- the reasons why they had gotten MARRIED in the first place. “i could... come by and help? i mean if you want? i have a storage locker... we can keep it SAFE in there.” there marriage had been thrown in the dumps but maybe not everything had to be -- maybe they could SAVE some of the memories. “i don’t know about you will, i really don’t but i have so many REGRETS already... i don’t want losing what little we have left of us to be another one of them.” and it was mostly regrets of how she’d let this get so far, how she failed to help him heal when that’s all she’d really wanted, how they had ENDED things. “i’ll bring my own wine.” because uh, he was known to poison wine before and god knows she imagined he might like to put some in hers with all the AWFUL things he thought about her. “what do you think?” @bcssbitchs​

#aria ; convo #aria ; will #willaria

[igcttabe]

‘ life isn’t supposed to be painless. ‘ 

ARIA HAD BEEN SILENT FOR A WHILE, the first time he came in trying to start a conversation she knew she’d bitten his head off. he’d backed her into a corner and she was scared, hurt and when she PANICKED her mouth ran away with itself and… that was the result. she talked and she talked and usually before she knew it she was saying something she REGRETTED. when he spoke this time she lifted her head slowly to look at him from the ball she’d curled herself into. it wasn’t like she was going ANYWHERE, right? she just had to sit and wait whatever this was out. “NO, it’s not.” aria still AGREED with him, even now, she still found herself not disagreeing with what he had to say. like he’d said... when did they disagree on ANYTHING? “but does it really have to hurt this much though?” and this did hurt, all of it. “when i saw that body strapped to that table all bloody and motionless? I THOUGHT IT WAS YOU and i... i couldn’t breath because in my mind the WORST possible thing had happened -- i had lost you, you were gone and i was going to have to live this stupid life without you! I DIDN’T KNOW IT COULD GET ANY WORSE but it has, right? because now i have to live this stupid life knowing i can’t stop fucking thinking about you even though you were NEVER mine to lose to begin with.” that was it, right? that was the jiist of it. “IF I’M WRONG... PLEASE TELL ME.” he might have tried previously but she couldn’t have heard it, she couldn’t have heard a single word with how freaking OVERWHELMED she’d been. 

@bcssbitchs​

#aria ; convo #aria ; will #willaria #tw: kidnapping #tw: blood mention #tw: injury mention #tw: death mention #tw:cursing #tw: mental health #this just killed me #i love them so much ;(

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“YOU CAME BACK.” aria wasn’t sure whether he was just going to LEAVE her wherever she was and turn his back on her, it felt like a regular theme in her life with a few EXCEPTIONS to that rule. like john, theon -- the people who were there for her regardless of what was happening in her life, the people who hadn’t given up on her even when she had been CLOSE to giving up on herself. when she looked at him she saw her will, there was no creepy mask and the expression on his face she was FAMILIAR with. aria was purely focusing on his face, trying to tell herself that she didn’t know him when her heart was telling her something DIFFERENT. she did know him, she did and if she sat there and did this to herself then it felt like she wasn’t only DESTROYING herself but THEM and she wasn’t sure even after all this if she could ever do that. it was only when she caught the smell of the food that her eyes drifted down to what he was holding for her. “if this is will emmerson’s idea of a date he’s going to have to do BETTER.” her tone was light like she was trying to tease because what else was there to do? but she hadn’t finished getting her sentence out when tears started to fall. she loved him and she fought for what she loved no matter what, it was who she was, if she took that away then she wouldn’t be herself anymore and she finally LIKED who she was but this was A LOT. it had taken her a minute to even begin to start processing what was happening here. she thought she got a handle on her tears, bringing her hands to wipe them away until she saw he had made her FAVOURITE and they started again. “PLEASE tell me your still you. please? sit and share the fries i always ask for too many of and PLEASE still be you.” oh, she knew there was parts of him she didn’t know about and she would have to live with that and get to know them but... what she couldn’t take right now? was the thought of the parts of him she had gotten to know were a lie. she wasn’t talking about his name or his late night activities -- she was talking about when it was just THEM. all those moments, she couldn’t take them being a lie. 

@bcssbitchs​

#aria ; convo #aria ; will #willaria #im so sorry #i think this one might hurt #but ya know i love ya twinn #:( #and im ugly crying too hahah