Listen at the end of the day nothing Antis say abt rdj will ever hit hard for me ever bc we all know that there’s a good 97% chance that their own fave has met and been inspired/encouraged/complimented by him at some point and therefore loves him just as much as I do so like. Stay pressed u guys. Ur own fave would legit just shoot u a dirty look and call u an idiot if u tried to talk shit abt rdj 2 them. It’s official. Go home
“Music has always been a huge part of my life even before I was an actor. I played drums, piano, guitar; I wrote music. Writing is another way for me to purge, or express artistry, I suppose. I didn’t have to plug in, I had an acoustic guitar and a little piano. It was a great outlet for me while waiting to get acting jobs. Now I’m going to take a step back from being an actor and devote more time to music. I’m happiest when I’m singing and playing.”
Emilia’s fiancé cheats on her, she moves to California to live with her brother
Eric, who just so happens to be good friends with Chris Evans. Follow Emilia and her roller coaster life
through heartbreak, love, and emotional trauma.
Will Emilia choose to let Chris into her heart, or will she remain
broken and alone forever?
lovelies, I did some research and I’m going to stop writing in the different
character P.O.V’s after this chapter. So
this will be the last chapter from all the characters perspective, and starting
with chapter 6, it will strictly be from Emilia’s P.O.V
Watching Eric and Emilia doing karaoke together is one of
the best things I have ever seen. They
have such great chemistry as brother and sister, and they are so in sync with
each other. They were doing their own
dance moves, and pointing to each other during their individual parts. It had seemed as if they have been doing this
Emilia mentioned she was nervous, but I couldn’t tell. She was a natural on stage, and had a
beautiful singing voice too. Renner and
I were cheering them on and we each had our phones out, swaying them in the air
back and forth to the tune.
Once the two of them finished their song, Emilia came
strutting over to us. I scooped her up
in a big hug and gave her praise over her amazing job.
I saw she gave a disconcerting glance over my shoulder. It happened so fast, none of us saw it
coming. The last thing I saw before
Emilia went tumbling into the pool was Minka smirking at me over her shoulder
as she walked passed.
One minute I’m scooped up in Chris’ arms getting that
wonderful protective hug that I loved so much, and the next minute I’m
sputtering up water and trying to catch my breath after resurfacing from water.
I look around as I tread water since I just so happened to
be in the deep end; everyone standing around looking worried and asking if I
“I’m fine” I manage to say as I start swimming towards the
shallow end. I look up to see Chris
extending his hand to help me up when I reach into my back pocket and realize I
don’t have my phone on me.
Turning around, I start walking towards the deep end of the
“Em, what are you doing?” I hear both Eric and Chris ask at
the same time.
“My phone must be at the bottom of the pool, I have to get
“Don’t bother Em, we’ll just get you a new one; it’s
probably dead now” Eric says to me.
“It’s a Samsung Galaxy S8, it’s waterproof.”
I dive back down and open my eyes, wincing from the sting of
the chlorine. Looking at the bottom, I
find my phone and grab it. I decide to
stay underwater as I swim all the way towards the shallow area. I resurface again and head out of the pool,
both Eric and Chris right there waiting for me.
“Em, seriously, are you ok?
You didn’t hit your head or anything did you?” Eric asks with concern.
“I’m ok, really Eric, stop badgering me, please. I’m not a little girl anymore, I can handle
He just looks at me with sadness in his eyes, knowing
exactly what I’m going through. I went
through this in high school; all four years.
“I’m just going to go change, I’ll be out in a bit” I say as
I walk away and head into the guest house.
I make it as far as my bedroom door before I pause; my hand
gripping the door frame for support. And
by gripping, I mean white knuckle gripping.
Memories of high school flooding into my mind and I felt
like I couldn’t breathe. My breaths
becoming more and more shallow as I struggle to regain myself. The bullying.
The name calling. The tormenting
I received in high school, all rushing back to me. It never ends. I always thought people would grow out of
that kind of behavior once they were older, but here I am, getting the brunt
end of things again.
I wanted, no, needed, to find that release. To feel anything other than these fucking
emotions coming back to me. But I felt
like I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed;
just standing in the doorway.
I willed myself to start walking into my bathroom,
staggering bit by bit. Tears no longer
being held back, but flowing freely; choking sobs breaking through my
I shut the door and make damn sure to lock it, not wanting
to have anybody walk in on what I’m about to do. I turn the shower on, to try and drown out
some of the blubbering I’m doing.
I reach into the drawer and grab my razor, hiding in the far
back, wrapped in a rag I use to clean up afterwards.
I sit down against the wall and start to take off the shit
ton of bracelets I have scattered across my left wrist.
Taking the razor in my hand, I cut; deeper than I ever have
before. I feel the sudden release I was
looking for and craved more. I cut a few
more lines, and sigh in relief when the deed was done. My emotions were at an all-time high; I would
have rated it 10/10. But now they were
at a more stable 4/10. I could work with
that as they wouldn’t be constantly invading my head the rest of the
I hear a knock on my bathroom door and immediately freeze,
razor still in my hand, and blood seeping from my recent activity.
“Emilia, it’s me, Chris, I just came to check in on you and
see if you were doing ok” he says with genuine care and concern within his
My heart breaks at who it is. Here I am, sitting in my own blood from
slicing myself like damn meat butcher, and Chris is on the other side hoping I
was ok. I didn’t deserve this kind of
thoughtful attention from anyone. Nobody
should have to waste their time on me.
I’m broken; not only do I not merit this kind of worry from anyone; why
would anyone want to take their time out to do so?
“You really didn’t have to do that Chris, I’ll be right out,
“Is it alright with you if I wait out here in the living
room for you?”
“If that’s what you want to do Chris, I don’t mind” I say
with a shaking voice.
Luckily I am OCD and plan things ahead, so I already had a
pair of clean underwear, sweatpants, and a hoodie in the bathroom with me for
when I was going to shower later tonight.
I put everything on, and try combing out the tangled mess on me head;
throwing it up into a bun afterwards.
Looking at myself in the mirror one last time, I head out to the living
room to meet Chris.
I tried knocking on Emilia’s front door, but I didn’t get an
answer. I noticed the door was unlocked,
so I walked in quietly.
“Emilia, are you in here?” I ask, hoping not to scare her.
I didn’t hear her response, so I started walking through,
knowing exactly where to go. I had live
here with Eric for a few weeks before I bought the house I currently own.
Walking into the bedroom, I see her bathroom door closed and
hear the water running. Lightly knocking
on the door, I ask if she’s doing alright.
After I get her response and asking if I could wait for her,
I head back the way I came and take a seat on her couch. She has a few pictures in frames hanging up,
mainly of her and Eric when they were younger.
I notice she has a small table in the corner of the room; being curious,
I amble over to it.
On the table there are a couple of pictures, and a wooden
box. There is one picture of a woman,
and one of a dog. The woman looks
familiar as I’m pretty sure Eric has the same picture in his house; it must be
I hear Emilia clear her throat and I turn around. She’s dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie; her
hair in a messy bun atop her head. In my
eyes, she couldn’t have looked any more beautiful. Except her eyes were red and puffy, I wished
I could take her pain away from her.
“That is my mother, and here, is a picture of my dog. She meant everything to me. I had to put her down a few months ago”
Emilia says as she picks up the photo of her dog.
I knew the feeling, having to put East down a few years ago
was one of the hardest things I’ve done in my life.
“Come here” I say to her as I pull her in for a hug.
I held her close as she wrapped her arms around my
torso. I gently rubbed my hands up and
down her back, trying to sooth her.
“Did you happen to see who did it?” Emilia asks as she still
holds onto me.
“Yeah I did.”
I pull away and cup her face in my hands; using my thumbs to
wipe away the few stray tears leaving her eyes.
“It was Minka who did it.
I’m so sorry Emilia; she had no right to do what she did. She’s just jealous of you, and I wasn’t
giving her any attention.”
I can see the confusion come across Emilia’s face; commotion
in her eyes as she tries to find reason to what I just said.
“What do you mean jealous of me? How could someone like her be jealous of
someone like me? I’m a nobody
Chris. Just someone who blends into the
background, hiding in the corner of a crowded room.”
“You may see yourself as that way, but I surely don’t. You are beautiful Emilia, inside and
out. Just from getting to know you these
past few hours I can see you have a passionate heart, which is hard so hard to
find in people these days.”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better” she says as
she backs away from me.
I hang my head in defeat, knowing it is going to
take much more to convince her otherwise.
“[i relax by] going to karaoke on a double date with my life luciana. one time we bumped into jeremy renner and dragged him with us. and renner can sing. although we didn’t care if he could sing, we just wanted to hang out with him”
Omg! This is beyond spectacular! Hawkeye sings about his super powers to Ed Sheeran’s song.
When you are on a team with the hulk and thor… and we are all up there on the movie screen.. and people believe that i’m not quite as tough.. and will anyone even notice me, listen.. i’ve got powers too and they are pretty sweet.. i promise i can do so much more than just archery… I’m serious guys…
Dude just reinvigorate the natural order of things! it’s so emotional and yet so funny, i flirt with the cashier and she thinks i’m hot! God, yessss! perfect!