emilia

Emilia Reed. 28. Yoga Instructor.

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thcomxson‌:

Theo hesitated when it came to answering such a question, because it was one that she had to gauge. One that she had to wonder if she would speak and get a roll of the eyes from her friend. She decided to just swing and see what would come from the friendship she trusted. “Nothing much, though Nikki and I did kiss the other night”, she confessed, a light blush coloring her cheeks a light pink. “What about you?”

A look of surprise washed over her face, mixed with a little bit of pride. “Theo! Look at you,” Emilia commented with a soft chuckle, “when did this happen?” Part of her was happy for her friend, though the other part of her was concerned. Emilia knew the kind of shit Nikki was getting himself into, mainly because it was something they bonded over – even though she knew how sick and twisted that sounded. “Nothing new, just work and all,” and trying to get over her ex, while falling back into old patterns that barely anyone knew about. 

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ivysinclcir‌:

                  “Mm..yeah…it does,” Ivy trailed off, keeping her secret to the grave, she figured that now as she is nearing being thirty that she don’t see herself having any children, maybe her brother but not her, she wasn’t meant to be a mom, it was something she told herself over and over again as the guilt ate away at her until she found a new way to numb the tiny voice of reason. Clearing her throat, Ivy chuckled before continuing. “Me a mother…now that would be hilarious.” 

Emilia simply shrugged as she took a long sip from her drink. “I don’t think you’d do a bad job,” she commented, though could relate with Ivy. While she had once loved the idea of having her own kids, she really wasn’t sure anymore. Would she be stable enough? Even when she was with Tyler, she couldn’t ever imagine the two of them being parents. 

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@tcnyabcssir

“That’s your mom, right?” Emilia double checked, her eyes scanning the crowd to see if there were any men that could possibly distract said mother so the two girls could do whatever they pleased to do. “There has to be at least one dilf out there that wouldn’t mind taking a lovely lady on a walk. If there’s two, I’ll take the other,” she joked – though was she really joking? After talking to Tyler again, all she wanted was to just drown herself in some sort of alcohol, do a few lines and forget about every single worry in the world.

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tygray‌:

bc we’re evil ?? and everyone needs a v-day starter:  @emiliareed

         The Tyler before Emilia Reed probably wouldn’t be holding two bottles of whiskey in his hands and pitying himself on a day as unimportant as Valentines Day but here he was. A complete mess about a girl that didn’t want him. Tyler could chop it up to the fact that he was a ego maniac ( a drunk one at that ), he wanted everyone to adore him, even if he could care less about them but the truth of the matter was that he cared about Emilia. As hard of a feat as that was for Tyler, he cared about his ex and she had ripped his heart out. Of course for reasons that any normal person would understand but for reasons Tyler would never understand. Bringing the full bottle up to his lips he tilted his head back and took a long chug before scrunching his eyes at the taste as his arm fell back to his side. Looking out at the water from the high view, from the spot, their spot… Tyler could help the bitter but sad laugh that left his lips as he slammed the half full bottle in his opposite hand onto the dirt, letting it crash against the ground. This wasn’t him, why couldn’t he just turn that part of his brain off like he did with everything else? Why did this hurt so much? Popping himself down onto the ground, he lifted his hands up to his face, running his finger up his face and on top of his head. 

Maybe it was the fact that this was the first Valentine’s day she spent alone again after three years, or maybe it was the guilt settling in the pit of her stomach every time his name came up in her thoughts. Why couldn’t she just move on? That was the whole point of her breaking up with him – to move on and do things for herself again. That didn’t quite work out how she wanted it to, though. The only place that could somehow manage to calm her down perhaps, was their spot. Or what had once been their spot. It wasn’t really a long walk from her apartment, and the fresh air would do her good. As soon as she arrived, she could see the shadow of someone else sitting there. It wasn’t just that – the noise, too. Spinning on her heel, she almost left to walk back to her place. But what if... Could it be? No – it couldn’t be. It was just some junkie – ironic word usage there – who had taken over their spot and was handling his own business. But... what if? She turned back around, walking closer to the shadow. “Tyler?”

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nikkimarcello‌:

bad influences being bad influences: @emiliareed

            Nikki’s eyes were bloodshot and there was no telling if it was because of the lack of sleep or how difficult this whole getting clean thing was. He’d done it before, you’d think it’d be easy, like riding a bike. He’d gotten clean, he was clean for a couple years even. So why was it like he was back at step one? Why did it feel like he hadn’t been through any of this before? It was like a never ending battle and he didn’t know how to properly conquer it. It was much easier falling back down into the hole of drugs rather than pulling oneself out or it all. There was still a part of the male, the negative part, that believed that this was always going to be an issue for him. That it’d be the thing that killed him in the end. Pulling his jacket around himself tighter, due to the chill he felt, He walked into the cafe, looking around until his eyes landed on none other than Emilia Reed. He’d known Emilia, he knew she had deep secrets just like him. Wondering over to her, he slipped into her booth despite the lack of an invite. 

“Usually people would offer their guest some coffee but I guess, I’ll give you a pass.” He started, the sarcasm clear in his voice. “How’s it going, Em?” 

The lack of sleep from that was starting to get at her, which is why she was sat with a cup of steaming hot coffee in her hands. She had tried to drink less caffeine – it got her out of balance, something she didn’t really need during her yoga classes. But lack of sleep was even worse, and there was only so much she could do to fight the sleep. Besides sleep deprivation, she was trying to fight the itch for something more. Everything kind of made her extra jumpy, which is why nearly screamed when someone sat down next to her. “Jesus, Nikki – nearly shat myself,” she breathed out, running a quick hand through her hair. Yesterday’s events had taken a much bigger toll on her than she had liked. 

“I don’t remember inviting you,” Emilia said back, the sarcastic undertone evident. “I’m good,” she answered – the words coming out of her mouth as if they were programmed. “Same old, same old, y’know?” If anyone knew, it would probably be Nikki. Whether or not he was through her facade, she didn’t really know. “What about you?” She asked, then turning her head completely to take a good look at him. “You look like shit.”

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thcomxson‌:

Theo gladly took Emilia’s hand, using the leverage to pull herself back to her feet. “See, now that you admit it, it makes your evil nature so much worse”, she laughed, reaching up to tighten her falling ponytail. Theo was sure that it was the fact that it had been weeks since she actually participated a class, but Emilia certainly knew what she was doing. “You better make that a chocolate banana smoothie or I’m going to have to reevaluate this friendship.”

“I think I can make that happen,” Emilia commented, now craving a chocolate banana smoothie, too. As Theo got back on her feet, they made their way over to Sweet Peach, which was just a short walk from the yoga place. There were still some co-workers around, so no need to close the place. “So, tell me, T, what’s going on in your life?” 

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tygray‌:

Tyler was good at putting on masks, acts he had to put on, if anything he got a kick out of it. Then there was Emilia and the masks he wanted to wear weren’t fitting properly on his face. It was so painfully obvious that he wasn’t happy when she was around, that she got inside his head, and that she had some sort of effect on him. Rolling his eyes at her comment, Tyler was usually good about maintaining some sort of eye contact. It was all part of the act of looking like something didn’t get to him as much as it did but when it came to the brunette in front of him, he found himself looking away from her. “Right,” Tyler shook his head, just the mention of him writing got under his skin, just the sound of the name Ty leaving her lips made his skin crawl. He didn’t know what it was? Blind hatred? Or maybe it was because even though he seemed incapable of it, he may have still cared about her and that crushed his own thought process on the things around him and how microscopic they were to his own wants and needs. 

“You wanna know the best part?” Worst, he meant worst. “The best part is that I’m pretty sure you knew from day one that you didn’t really want anything from me.” Tyler spoke, his eyes meeting hers once again. “You knew going into whatever it was we had, you wouldn’t be able to maintain it. You were never really ready. So yes, sometimes things don’t work out, even for me but what I don’t understand is why you chose to drag it out and really the only conclusion I got is you wanted to fuck me over.” Pressing his lips together, he stepped forward and raised his hand, pointing his finger at her for a moment. “Gotta say, it’s a great technique, very effective.” A technique he’d done time and time again, yet even the idea he put in his head that she did the same to him, it was a hard pill to swallow. 

While Emilia had known her words would annoy him, she hadn’t expected this reaction. It seemed to get under his skin a lot more than she’d thought. Did he really hate her that much? Avoid her gaze, the short answer – she wasn’t used to that. Tyler was intimidating, had always been just that. Not to her, not until the break up at least.  “That’s bullshit and you know it – I loved you,” still did, “and I wouldn’t have wasted my time caring about you if I’d known from day one. I don’t just go around, fucking people over left and right. I’m not like you,” she spat at him. Because she’d heard the stories – from girls around town, from Ivy. But she didn’t listen. And part of her was glad she hadn’t. Tyler seemed different with her, he really tried, showed her his best side and became a better man. After all they’d lasted for three years, which was a long time. 

His finger in her face made her flinch, though she didn’t step back. She wasn’t about to back down, deep inside knowing that he’d never hurt her. Or would he? Only emotionally. “Yeah, well – you would know, right?” She added, a scoff accompanying her words. It was almost as if she’d taken a page out of his book, which wasn’t what she was trying to accomplish at all. Emilia had been scared – scared of giving in too much, showing too much of herself to then be left by someone she loved, someone she trusted. So instead she decided to pull the trigger herself, calling things off before he would. And she’d done to him exactly what she was scared of. Emilia knew that, she goddamn did, and part of her understood why he reacted the way he did. But she didn’t want to understand. Because she realized that wouldn’t have been her – he wouldn’t have done to her what she did to him.

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ivysinclcir‌:

            “Nah my family is too stinkin’ rich for me to start over in another continent.” She blew out a sigh at the thought but it was a nice thought to be able to run away from her mess of a family, Ivy brought her starbucks cup to her mouth and took a sip from the straw. “Because apparently they can’t make up their minds and have to bring their kids into the argument. Literal children.” 

“I wish I could say you’re overreacting – but you’re probably right,” Emilia laughs, shaking her head slowly. She remembered what it was like when she was younger, her parents fighting and trying to somehow involve the kids in that. “Makes you want to stay single and child-less forever, doesn’t it?”

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tygray‌:

Maybe it was because the wound with Emilia was a lot fresher, maybe it was because their relationship lasted a lot longer than anything he’d really experienced, or maybe it was because he tired to be someone apparently better only to have it seem as if it was all spit back in his face. Whatever it was, seeing the girl in front of him got under his skin a lot more than he’d ever like to admit. Tyler liked having the power in every situation, he told himself he was done letting others control things in his life, and yet he felt like Emilia had much more power than he was comfortable with. Whether she knew that or not was besides the point, just knowing she had it was extremely uncomfortable. “Ten points for originality, really, you should think about writing a book.” Tyler bit back, pressing his lips together for a moment as he tried to collect himself. He was best when he was collected, when there was a smirk across his lips, and his words came out in a smooth fashion. “Aren’t I the one that’s supposed to play the asshole role? I mean, I am the one you left and fucked over because what was it again? Oh right, someone was throwing herself a pity party because she’s sad and damaged.” 

Her presence seemed to unsettle him more than she had thought. Emilia figured he wasn’t her biggest fan, probably going as far as hating her for the break up. But it was something she needed to do for herself – or so she kept telling herself. “Actually, I’ll leave the writing up to you,” she retorted back to him. Tyler probably knew her better than anyone else in her life, him being the only person she let that close emotionally. She wondered if that was the same for him. “Don’t do that, Ty,” she mumbled with a soft sigh following her words. Did he really just say that? Part of her knew he was just saying those words to hurt her, get some kind of reaction from her, but that didn’t mean they didn’t sting. “I never fucked you over – I wouldn’t do that,” she defended herself. Why couldn’t he just be at peace with it? Or at least to try and have some understanding. The words had stung because they rang somewhat true. Not entirely, but somewhat. She was damaged, and while she had tried to open up to him – and had done so for three years – it became too much. All the if’s and but’s started clouding her head, starting to feel caged in her own relationship with him. “Sometimes things just don’t work out.”

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tygray‌:

Tyler didn’t mind the wait at the coffee shop, it gave him something to do, and he seemed to be the type that could take control of a room if he wanted. Whether it was because of his charm or his outgoing type of personality. His need to be known. It wasn’t until he felt someone bump into him and he turned around that the color left his face. The smile that was once on his face turned into a straight line and the look in his eyes going a lot more dead. Which said a lot being that his mother had always told him that despite the smiles and the wit, when she looked into his blue eyes she could see something was clicked off when looking deep into them. Then again, she was just as bad as him. “Must be your lucky day, Lia.” Tyler was usually on point with what he wanted to say, feeling as if he was ten steps ahead of everyone else, but seeing Emilia was not something he wanted. “You know, I would be more offended by the greeting but then I remembered that you have no soul and now I’m actually flattered.” 

His words sent a shiver down his spine, though the change on his face didn’t go unnoticed. Neither one of them wanted to see each other, and they had succeeded in doing that for a little while. “Tyler,” she greeted coldly, with a short nod. There was once nothing but love between the two, and if someone – anyone but Tyler – would ask her if she still had feelings for the man, her answer would be yes. But things had taken the wrong turn, she broke up with him and everything seemed to escalate from that very moment. His words stung, even if she would never admit that. He knew all of her weaknesses, and Emilia knew they were going to be used against her. “That’s all it takes for you to be flattered? Wish I’d known sooner,” she spat back. She’d gotten somewhat used to his bitter comments now, though at first she struggled. How could someone that held so much love for her once, be so bitter? Only because she called it quits? Emilia had hoped he would’ve known better than that, but apparently the saying was true – a tiger never changes its stripes. 

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@tygray

With a fresh, hot coffee in her hand, she was ready to make her way home and put on some Netflix. She was still wearing her clothes from yoga, as she had just finished up her last class of the day. Emilia didn’t need caffeine, but it was a nice momentary replacer for the cravings. Just as she was about to walk out of the store, someone blocked her way. It had been a little busier than expected. It didn’t matter if she turned to her right or her left, both ways seemed impossible to get through. “Excuse me, could you just...” her voice trailed off as she came eye to eye with someone she would really rather not see. “–Of course,” she scoffed, feeling the beating of her heart increase the longer she looked at him.

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ivysinclcir‌:

            “You know…I’m starting to think my parents are trying to make my brother and I take sides…which I mean I guess I don’t blame them, they have twins and well you would think my brother would pick my dads side but he’s such a momma’s boy it is embarrassing to think I used to share the same womb as that idiot.” Ivy shared as she popped another carrot into her mouth and stretching out her legs in front of her, “I think I should just fake my own death like gone girl, what you think @emiliareed?” 

It was hard to keep her amusement hidden as she listened to Ivy rant. “What I think? I think that maybe fakin’ your own death is a little dramatic, but I heard getting a new identity and goin’ overseas works wonders,” Emilia replied, the joking undertone rather evident. “No, but seriously, why are they trying to make you pick sides again?”

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thcomxson‌:

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It was becoming more and more regular for Theo to attend one of Emilia’s classes, specially now that she had stopped teaching on her own. Yoga was still the way she helped herself to feel center in a world completely out of wack. The hour long class made her forget about Nikki, her business, and just focus on herself for a moment. “I think you’re purposely trying to kick my ass”, she laughed, laying on the ground despite the rest of the class running for the door. “When did you become some evil?”

Emilia couldn’t help but laugh, shrugging her shoulders as a playful smile settled on her lips. “Maybe, maybe not,” was all she commented on that. It was kind of her mission to challenge everyone in her classes, otherwise there would be no fun. Sometimes she managed to challenge herself, too, other times not so much. “Oh c’mon, I’ve always been this evil – you’re just now realizin’ it.” Emilia stretched her arm, reaching out her hand for Theo to take so she could stand up. “How about a smoothie to help you recover?”