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Post by emily young,. on Jun 9, 2009 20:22:42 GMT -6
  not long ago, i gave up hope, then you can along
and gave me something i could hold on to,
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* romantic love. it happened by choice, by two people seeing something in one another that they really liked about the other person, getting to them, and then in time falling in love. in sam and emilys case, he saw her, she saw him, bam! they fell in love. and not just some cheesy love at first site stuff, real, actual love, that neither of them could really deny or fight against. nope, they where in love for keeps, no matter what happened. there wasn't a break up option, because that would destroy both of them. this was the kind of love people thought was just crazy infatuation, until they saw the depth and intensity of it, how much they cared for each other, and how much of a toll it would take on both of them if they had seperate.
* so, in a way, it sort was real romantice love, right?
* you could call it that, but, it was a little forced. after all, nature had taken its course, and sam had imprinted. you know the story. of course, this left leah, emily best friend and cousin behind, without sam and stuck with this whole...werewolf thing. sometimes, no matter how much emily loved sam, she wanted to trade it all, just to see leah smile again. often times, emily fleetingly found herself wishing sam never imprinted -despite that she loved him with her whole heart- so that he and leah could live out the happy life they had wanted too.
* but, even so, emily was dependent on sam, and his love, [ wow cheesy sorry ash ] and even though you could see the sadness in leah's eyes, she sorta, well, needed him. no matter weird and not-normal this love was. emily was lost in her thoughts of leah and marrige and sam and hotttt werewolf children and the pack, as she started working on a batch of her famous double chocolate chip cookies, which of course would be devoured in moments by the pack. by her family.
* as her small frame bounced around the tiny kitchen, she daydreamed and thought, pulled out of her thoughts by a knock at the back door. she set down the mixing bowl of goopy batter, and called to the knock. "BACK DOORS UNLOCKED!" she shout over the whir of the mixer, which of course she proceeded to turn off.
notes : wow, epic suck.
status : donee.
words : 413. lmaofail. the next one will be longer, i promise.
credit : lyrics by COBRA STARSHIP!
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Post by samuel uley on Jun 9, 2009 20:39:37 GMT -6
  so you might say that sam wasn't looking his usual, lately. not that he looked unhealthy by any means, but just... different. he hadn't necessarily "bulked down," but he had evened out. he was tall and lean and naturally tan and the only thing noticeably different about him was the way he walked among the pack. that, was the reason being that he was out on his own this afternoon, and not looking to join up any time soon.
what was the difference? nothing substantial, to be totally honest. it was just that constant power struggle wearing him down, and the ounce amount of anxiety-caused tension dwindling from the leah and emily misfortune. he had a lot on his plate with the dysfunctional relationships between the pack, his fiance, and not to mention - the vampires. it was alot to unload on one person, or werewolf, in this case. but sam did wonderfully keeping it bottled up, but he had a feeling he wasn't the only one hiding things. atleast, not lately.
that wasn't the reason he sought out a meeting with emily. no, he would have visited her anyway, considering they were engaged and in love and what not. he saw her on a daily basis, casually, and for granted. he didn't even know why he still knocked, considering none of the other guys in the pack did. they just barged right in, whether they had a right to be there or not. (it made for awkward situations, when that happened, actually.) either way, he knew it was all good to head inside, as it always was, when he heard emily's voice ring out over a drone of some type. he assumed it was a blender of some type, but didn't think too much of it until he was inside, and swiftly at emily's side in a few short strides.
as custom, he had his long arms wound around her tiny waist in a short moment, and his always warm cheek pressed against the top of her head. "did you find a chance to get outside at all, today?" he asked with a slight smirk - absently dipping his finger into the cookie batter before he pulled away from her to take his usual seat at the kitchen table. "it's definitley summer," he decided to comment, despite how stupid he felt for atually trying to have a conversation about the weather, of all things. he scolded himself for this as he slipped his shoes off and rolled up the sleeves of his light sweater. things were off.
STATUS - finally finished, but i'm not proud
NOTES - it was supposed to be cute but it's nott
WORDS - four hundred and twenty-eight
OUTFIT - click here okay cool
CREDIT - lyrics from paramore
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Post by emily young,. on Jun 10, 2009 17:31:37 GMT -6
not long ago, i gave up hope, then you can along
and gave me something i could hold on to,
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* now, most people would think that being the 'wolfgirl' would be a pain, always needing to cook for the wolves, and look after them like a mother, or an older sister, because she was the alpha's love interest and all. but, emily couldn't disagree more. she loved it. she loved feeling like she was serving purpose. even if it was cooking and baking and sewing clothes that where busted out of, she loved all of it. sometimes, it made her feel a little less bad about the whole leah and sam thing. at least she was doing something for the pack, right? right. having her tiny house always filled with teenage wolves also gave that feeling of family she longed for so much. but, cooking could be quite a task when the beta of the pack could swallow a cow whole, and he was considered the light eater of the group.
* the knock at the door set a familiar smile to her face; of course it was sam. oddly, he was the only wolf, or really the quileute, the ever knocked. curses, and he was the only one she never minded have drop in. it was terrible; once poor little, innocent seth had walked in on them...you know. doing their thing. [ (; ]
* "did you find a chance to get outside at all, today?"
emily's grin spread further across her face as she returned the hug, standing on her toes to kiss sam's lower jaw as he spoke. "not yet," she said, "to much to do. you gotta teach seth to like...not burst out of his clothes." she mused, motioning over to a pile of ripped jeans and sweatshirts, all of which had obvious rips and snags, a couple in more than one piece, all next to a sewn up pair of jeans. "he's got to control his temper" she said, too fast. she bit her toung after the last word-not the best thing to say to her fiancee that had ruined her face by losing his temper. she knew he felt awful, and could almost feel his pain every time she caught him looking at the scars, or whenever someone else did and sam was around, still she wondered it was her fault. she had seen sam transform to a wolf many times; to be sudden he had to lose his temper, something had to upset him.
* "heyyy" she giggled, playfully scolding the wolf, poking his side with a wooden spoon. "most people wait until they're baked, sam. and raw eggs! you'll get sick!" then she recoiled, and laughed at herself. "oh yeah. werewolf. you eat...raw dead stuff. sometimes i forget." she set down the baking supplies, talking while she put the leftover batter from the baking batches of cookies in the refrigerator as sam took off his jacket. [omfgyes.] "it's june, sammy. it's going to be warm, even in dinky washington. but, the suns out. remarkable, i must admit." she finished her task, and pulled another chair up next to sam, sitting down and taking his hand. "do you have patrol tonight?" she asked, silently hoping he didn't. now that jane the crazy vampire was out there after bella, sam was doing patrol more, and she missed spending nights with him. seth was good company though, and he often came over at night to get emily's help with his homework. he was a good kid, and she was thankful that he didn't resent her, like she knew her 'best friend' leah often did.
* of course, that didn't stop her from missing him.
notes :this sucks >.<
status : doneeee
words : 595
credit : lyrics by COBRA STARSHIP!
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Post by samuel uley on Jun 11, 2009 11:30:30 GMT -6
for one reason or another, sam couldn't help but feel torn. nobody asked her to take on the maternal role of taking care of the pack, stitching up garments, or fixing meals. it was much appreciated, obviously, but it wasn't a job. for that reason alone, sam didn't feel completely sympathetic for her. she took it upon herself to lend a helping hand, and he just made sure he said thanks more often than necessary - usually because none of the other boys had any manners. but then, when he saw things like the sun actually outside, and emily stuck inside, he felt bad. as if it weren't bad enough to go through life explaining that the person you adored took out their frustrations on your face with constant lies.
his disloyalty to listen to his head rather than his heart just told him to quiet down and shut up about it, though. all they really needed now was to get in some big argument and break up, and ruin her family a little more, right? he leaned down in an effort to slouch as usual, and make the gap between her lips and his cheek close much more quickly and comfortably. "seth's a work in progress, em." he reminded her, with a slightly irritable glimmer in his tone. "it's not easy and he tries his best." he said, but felt like it would just go in one ear and out the other. how many times had emily been told that? more importantly, how many times had someone besides sam told her that, as an excuse for her scars? sam was trying not to think about it. however, that strategy was thwarted when the temper issue arose again.
sam felt himself cringe but played it off by shrugging the sweater off and once again adjusting the tank top. "i'm sure he doesn't mean to do it," he murmured quietly - looking up tenativly at emily as he put his shoes in a pile at his feet. "it's just accidental." obviously, that whole part had double meaning. it was sad that sam never even knew if he would get over it, and cease his apologies. luckily, he didn't have to think about it for long. the mood swung on a lighter note, which he didn't mind one bit.
out of the skeptical look he gave her, he felt his eyebrow raise into his hairline. "am i like most people?" he almost laughed at the thought. "no. and i don't care about eggs," he said with an attempt at a triumphant smirk before sticking the batter-dripping finger in his mouth. he found her soon taking his opposite hand though, and the smirk pulled back onto his lips, and the love-induced coils of warmth laced his belly. his face fell at the slight sense of desperation that they both shared. they needed to just spend more time together. it was always seeing one another in brief intervals, without real connection, and the smell of cookies or brownies sweltering in the background. they were sugarcoating the relationship's faults, and sam was realizing that denying it wasn't going to make it better.
"actually, i do," he admit, absently giving her hand a squeeze as if that were going to make the problems all dissolve away. "but i'm not switching out on shift until quil has to ditch. which is like, two in the morning." he sighed slightly. he didn't even know what time it was now, he'd been on such a messed up sleep schedule. napping and dozing didn't even count anymore. his yawns and dark circled eyes were beginning to add up.
sam couldn't help but feel temptation to smile, anyway. he readjusted his hand in hers and felt the cool material of her ring against his palm, and much like the thought of marriage, chills rolled through his lean body. "sorry about this whole thing," he said, mostly in regards to jane and her recent chaos. but, as usual with sam, there was a double meaning, and it came when he glanced at her face and the scars and the memories and the shame scalded into him yet again.
STATUS - done
NOTES - sooo bad UGH
WORDS - 696
OUTFIT - click here okay cool
CREDIT - lyrics from paramore
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Post by emily young,. on Jun 11, 2009 18:59:35 GMT -6
 not long ago, i gave up hope, then you can along
and gave me something i could hold on to,
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* emily suppressed a sigh at sam's words about young seth. "I know. its just...I don't know. he's so young! fifteenth just seems so young to be out protecting the tribe's name and everything." it was true, before he buffed up upon becoming a werewolf, seth was gangly and awkward and short and unmuscled. thats still how she saw him, though. "I-I know. all accidental." ugh, emily. it had been at least two years since the accident, and she still blamed herself. she had to have done something to piss him off that day, right? "sam," she murmured slowly, easily seeing the double meaning. "don't..oh, sam." she said, at a loss for words. she wasn't sure why, but sam always felt guilty. sure, he did do it, but he really didn't have a choice. she pissed him off, right?
* this was how it went every time the incident was brought up, or someone looked at emily's scars with puzzled eyes. she would try in an awkward attempt to comfort him with little cover ups like 'its over, i'm fine, its just a face, i still love you' and things like that. they'd shrug it off and pretend it didn't hurt either them. and, here came one of those moments. "Sam," she said for the third time now, her soft hand now resting on his warm cheek. "don't...don't be like this now. i've told you before, it doesn't matter. what's done is done. i love you regardless." she murmured, her gaze slanted upward, right in his eyes.
* Great, another night of patrol. another night of seth, maybe claire and quil, to keep her company. hey, she had her health, right? "oh, what about....tomorrow night?" she asked softly, squeezing his hand in return. she was sort of desperate for a night alone with him, knowing that just some time together, alone, could mend the tension and pain between them lately, that was hard to ignore, and tearing them apart. its not like they could break up, though. it would cause them both to much pain.
* after a brief moment of quiet, emily felt sam's eyes on her face, only to glance over and see him looking at her. the scars, of course. "Samuel Uley" she sighed, letting go of his hand, to slide over into his lap. she kissed his mouth, only a small, tender kiss, and bit her lip, looking down. "sam, it's a face. it's not like it was your fault." she said, and she must've used that line at least ten thousand times. her eyes wandered around the small kitchen, then back to sam. "can you just tell me what i did?" she asked him, absently playing with the bracelet on his wrist. "i mean, to tick you off that night and make you change?"
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status : done
words : quality not quantity?
credit : lyrics by COBRA STARSHIP!
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Post by samuel uley on Jun 11, 2009 19:29:02 GMT -6
sam nodded at her reasoning. seth was young, now that he thought of it. inevitable, but true. "atleast he has people to help him," he remarked - not trying to draw any of the subject full circle to himself this time. he didn't care that no one had been there to coach him through his own transformation. it wasn't anyone's fault. still, though, as they went on and she just repeated his name, he knew what was coming. she claimed she knew it was an accident. he claimed to forgive himself, too. you could say whatever you wanted, but it didn't have to necessarily be true. he just rolled his eyes when she repeated his name, and replaced her hand on his cheek. it got old.
he could practically quote her when it came to the "it's just a face," speech. honestly? he should have started keeping a tally. he was allowed to feel guilty. it's not like it severed their relationship, unless she decided to call him out for it. he just broke the eye contact as usual - speaking to the floor when she asked about patrol again. "i'm off tomorrow, if it's... saturday. right?" he had lost track of days too, at this point, but he was fairly certain. "oh," he seemed to be distracted from his constant (and slightly annoying) thoughts of despair. "i might sneak back in here after my shift. like usual, but.. it'll be late. so if you hear the door or something." it was just a head's up. like he informed her every other night - he was just in it for her best interest.
the light moment faded quickly, and he felt any chance of survival dissipate as she called him by his full name. now it was business. he sat stiffly as she kissed him; not really putting much effort back into it, or looking to alert. "you didn't do anything, emily. i barely knew you." and that fact on it's own made it slightly worse. "i was like seth back then, you know? it wasn't exactly about temper. it was just my body. getting used to being two different forms." though, he doubted that would make sense. he always explained his reasoning poorly, and she seemed to interpret them the same, since this kept on reoccurring in conversations.
STATUS - shittily hastily rushed but done
NOTES - i lost my museeee / wrote in 5 minutes D:
WORDS - 389 BUT ITLL GO UP AFTER SCHOOL
OUTFIT - click here okay cool
CREDIT - lyrics from paramore
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Post by emily young,. on Jun 18, 2009 16:48:41 GMT -6
not long ago, i gave up hope, then you can along
and gave me something i could hold on to,
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* oh, how you could cut the tension like a knife as sam looked at the floor, and mumbled about his shift. "y-yeah, tomorrow's saturday." what was that? a stutter? how terrible. she hadn't stuttered around, with the expection of being cold, since they where about seventeen. "so, you come here, i'll cook or something. and no jacob. or embry. or paul. or any of the pack for that matter. just us, okay?" she murmured, feeling a little bit better. finally, they where going to have a night to themselves, without sam having to dash off at three in the morning to look after bella. now, emily loved bella dearly. she was a sweet girl, and the two had grown to be close friends back when bella was still a wolf-girl too. but, her need for protection was taking a damper on their time, and maybe even sam and emily's relationship.
* well now, this was odd. normally, there was some time of response from sam when emily sat on his lap, and further more kissed him, [ lmfao you know what i mean by response ] but this time, nothing. he sat there. something was clearly up.
* but, of course, there was something going on. you see, our little emily here is pregnant, with sam's child, of course. and, quite pregnant to be hiding it from him. she had missed her period four weeks ago, so she was guessing she was about six weeks pregnant, more or less, and knew she had to tell him. soon. but not with them fighting like this. she was thinking a lot about dropping the bomb, when sam cultivated something that stung like an angry wasp. he hardly knew her at the time. that had driven a huge rock between em and her cousin, because that was the retort leah tended to us. "you hardly know each other" or "emily, don't do this to me. you hardly know him". "r-right. hardly knew you. s'all good." she said, for lack of better words.
* in a quick moment of silence, emily shifted a little, and looked at the scuffed wooden floor. she couldn't hold onto this secret anymore. it wasn't right. "um, sam, we've got a problem." no way, three points for emily, pointing out the obvious. she took a deep breathe, and shifted so she could look into his eyes. "look, sam, i-i-i am....." she drifted off. f**k, how do you tell someone your pregnant with his child? emily sure didn't know. she took another breathe, feeling her dark eyes well up with tears. this wasn't good; the six billion times she'd practiced telling him, she promised herself she would cry. "i-i-i-i am p-pregnant and its y-yours and w-w-w-wwwhat are we g-g-g-g-going to do we're b-b-b-both twenty and i'm p-p-p-p-pregnant." so, it didn't quite go as planned, telling him. it came out jumbled and awkward, but it came out. at least he knew, right?
notes : phail. epic phail.
status : done
words : i dont even wanna know.
credit : lyrics by COBRA STARSHIP!
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