I really wanted to get done chapter three but I'm graduating this week so heres a small treat I wrote high and horny a few weeks ago instead.
Backshots
Jasper hale x fem!reader smut | MInors DNI
rough sex, porn w/o plot, p in v, belly bulge.
Bent over the plush comfort of the mattress, your legs strained to keep you upright. The tips of your toes were barely able to graze the cool wooden floor beneath you. Jasper surrounded you. His scent, his voice, his body. The weight of his chest pressed into your back, sinking you deeper into the soft linen. They smelled like him too. All that ran through your mind was him him HIM. Your mind was muddled with nothing but Jasper and the way he felt inside you, against you. A strong hand held your hips in place as he pounded into you. Deep, strong strokes pushing into that special bundle of nerves over and over, sending shockwaves through your body with each thrust.
His groans reverberated, deep and guttural through his chest, rattling against your spine. Jasper’s other hand gripped the sheets with fervor, displaying the whites of his knuckles. You held onto him, nails digging into his wrist, desperately searching for an anchor. Each thrust of his heavy hips had you seeing stars and gasping like the air had been forced from your lungs. You could feel each breath he took against your neck, staggered and shaking with the fulfillment of his own pleasure.
You shiver when his tongue darts out to trace up the column of your nape. Gently, he scrapes back down your delicate skin with his teeth, a low growl pushing through the lewd sounds filling the room. You feel him falter at the feeling of his teeth on your pretty throat, fighting so hard to stay under control. Jasper's lips follow back up your neck once again, soft, slow kisses pressed lovingly into your skin. Almost like a silent apology. His kisses trailed up toward your ear, pausing when he reaches the shell.
For a moment he’s silent except for the huffs and moans that fell from his lips as he pounded into you relentlessly.
“You have no clue-“ he draws lowly, pulling out slowly until just his tip is left nestled in your warmth, “how much,” he emphasizes with one powerful thrust, hitting that precious bundle of nerves perfectly, “you’ve been torturing me today darlin’.” Jasper rolls his hips into you, kneading his tip against your sweet spot. That alone has you squeezing around his cock, more slick dripping between your already messy and sticky thighs. Earning you an almost feral growl that rumbled from deep within his chest. It had him pummeling into you once again at the same mind numbing pace, with his nose buried into the crook of your neck. Your scent was intoxicating, he could smell that subtle shift in your hormones. The shift that left the warmth of your cunt dripping and aching for touch, you were ovulating. It had been driving him mad all day, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you. He could feel every ounce of arousal that radiated from you.
His thrust became rougher, slamming into you hard enough you could hear the bed scrape the ground as it shifted. Your moans that filled the space becoming loud cries and sobs as your eyes rolled back into your skull. Your mind so clouded the only thing you could think of was him. Nothing could be better than hearing you moan his name. It made his aching cock pulse with need.
Your legs kicked and your thighs trembled as you felt that familiar tightening building in your stomach. You hadn’t realized just how much you had been writhing and squirming until the arm that you had been holding onto curled around your abdomen. You were pressed tightly against his chest, unable to move, taking each rough stroke off his cock against your walls. “Oh~ no you don't, sweetheart, no running from this.” His weight pushed down against your back while his palm pushed up on your womb, feeling how he bulged inside you. Stars danced behind your eyes while your hips pushed back into Jaspers, your body tensing and shaking as your orgasam raked through your body. You finished with his name on your lips, crying out for Jasper as he fucked you through the high. He whispered praises and sweet nothings in your ear, rubbing small soothing circles into your hip. His thrusts easing to a slow sensual roll of his hips. His own body shook as he came, pressing you against his cool body as much as possible, his low growls becoming animalistic and feral.
Jasper's lips began to kiss your neck once more, slow and soft. “Take your time darlin’, catch your breath.” He cooed. His hands, despite their gentle touch, rubbed your body with need. Down your neck and along your spine, messaging the flesh of your ass and thighs. His other hand rubbing up and down your stomach, sometimes pushing up against his cock that still rested hard inside you, rubbing the spot in tight circles. Despite him telling you to take your time he was ready to go again.
You had woken up earlier than expected this morning, rising with the sun instead of your alarm clock. The clouded sun had prickled through your curtains, illuminating your room just enough. Slowly your eyes eased open, the chirping of birds filling the serene silence of your room. With a quick bleary eyed glance to the alarm clock on your nightstand you realized you had an extra hour before your alarm even went off.
Peacefully resting, you laid in the same spot, unmoving, welcoming the comfortable silence. When you began to fully wake up, coming to your full senses, you noticed a small warmth pressed against your stomach, toffee. You lifted the plush comforter to reveal the fluffy mass, snoozing in a ball against your body. You ran a hand through her soft marbled brown fur and she nuzzled into your hand still sound asleep.
‘Calm mornings make for a good day’ You thought about what your dad used to say, hoping it really was true. You needed today to be good, afterall, it is your first day at Forks High.
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The car wound around the corners of each street. Trees covered in snow and deep green brush lined the road for miles and miles. Lady Luck had shown down upon you today, the continuous snow and heavy downpour had subsided for the day. Although still cloudy, the day was a bit warmer than a few days ago. The waterproof jacket you had donned to combat the cold snow was left hanging on a hook at home today, traded for a soft warm wool lined jacket instead. You had spent an embarrassingly long time in your mirror this morning picking an outfit. First impressions.
You closed your eyes and let your head rest against the window, enjoying the feeling of the cool glass on your skin. The heat flowed through the car, warming up the car and wrapping around you with a comforting warmth. As you watched the vibrant green trees blur with each passing, you wondered how your day would be, what the school was like. Were people nice? Would you make friends?
The car smoothed to a fault as your mom pulled up next to the curb in front of the school. The tension in your body was evident as your leg bounced sporadically, your gaze fixed on the two big brown doors that lead into the school. Letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your shoulders sagged. You unbuckled your seatbelt, grabbed your bag and stepped out of the car, before you closed the door your gaze shifted to your mom.
“You’ll be fine.” She mimicked a deep breath, reminding you to take one yourself. With that you turned away, moving towards the double doors.
When you entered the school there wasn’t as much movement as you had expected, granted, you were there a bit early to get your schedule. The front office was incredibly easy to find, posters for school events, psa’s, student projects, and winter decorations clung to the windows. “WELCOME BACK STUDENTS” had been plastered across the glass with tape and construction paper letters in the Spartans signature yellow and blue.
As you enter the main office you greet the woman at the desk, her face becoming ecstatic the moment she laid eyes on you. “Oh my, you must be our other new student, aren’t you just a dime a dozen. Let’s get you settled sweetheart.” The secretary, who you soon learn is Mrs.Cope, tells you about the school and your classes. Bio, history, calc, english, P.E., all the boring stuff but at least you had a free period. The big light above hums monotonously as she goes over where everything is. As much as you were paying attention you still struggled to understand where you were supposed to be going. Before you're able to ask anymore questions a bright flash goes off in your peripheral, startling you from your conversation.
You hadn’t even noticed someone entering the room, great spatial awareness on your behalf. “Wow you’re actually so effortlessly stunning.” A girl holding a camera says, looking down at the camera at the picture she had just taken of you. She was pretty, with tanned skin, dark hair pulled into a ponytail, and slim glasses that framed her face perfectly.
“Do you mind if I write an article about you for the Spartan Shield, our school paper?” She looked up from the camera at you hopefully expectant.
“Uh- sure, yeah,” Although a bit apprehensive about the whole school paper thing, you didn’t mind sharing a bit about yourself.
“Really?! Oh this is great, we got turned down by the other new girl already.” She let out a little disappointed sigh at the thought, “I would’ve had to write about padding on the swim team.”
At that she earned a chuckle from you. “Wait, they really do that?”
“Oh my gosh, yes! It’s ridiculous!”
Your mouth fell into a shocked ‘O’ before giggles started to pour out from your lips. The smile that graced your face was radiant and although you couldn’t tell, the girl could, as she quickly snapped another photo. “Hey!” You let out in mock surprise, at least this time the flash wasn’t on.
“Sorry, you just really look good in this light, plus your smile was perfect.” Flattery is a very powerful thing, and this girl was stroking your ego with her words of affirmation. It had warmth pooling in your cheeks, and an unrefutably sappy smile playing at your lips. It felt nice to be complimented, especially with the nerves of your first day of school weighing so heavily on you.
“I can meet you during free period in the library to work on your interview.” You had no clue where the library was, hell, you didn’t even know it was there till the girl had just mentioned it.
“Sure sounds good,” You nodded, making a mental note to go look for it later in the day. The girl gave you a final smile before turning to walk out the door to the office. “Oh I forgot to ask, what’s your name?” You ask quickly before she makes it fully out the door.
“Angela, It was nice to meet you!” You wave goodbye to her through the window of the office door before turning back to Ms.Cope as she resumed your conversation about your classes and the school.
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Your face crumpled as you stared daggers back down at the paper. A printed map of the school, all the buildings, rooms, and other miscellaneous places. Ms.Cope had drawn in some dots and lines to make the search easier but her scribbles proved to be futile. To you it was like reading ancient texts as you struggled to find your class. First thing at eight you have English class and as seven fourty-three rolled around it was still nowhere in sight. You could’ve sworn you’d gone in circles at least three times. Are you even in wing B? Had you seen that water fountain before?
You could feel the curious glances following you as you passed through the halls. The pause in conversation as you walked past unfamiliar faces was audibly deafening. You desperately wanted nothing more than to hide from the prying eyes and hushed whispers.
“Hi! I’m Alice!” You flinched as a girl appeared in front of you, bright eyed and with a welcoming smile. Something about her was so familiar…like the girl from your dream. It made you wonder if the boy you saw might be a real person too.
“Uh…hi.” You blink owlishly before telling her your name, she had caught you so off guard that it took you a moment to process what was going on.
“I noticed you looked a bit lost, did you need help finding a class?” She pointed at the scribbled on map in your hands.
“Actually, yeah I do, thanks.” You passed her your schedule without a second thought.
“Oh! You actually have class with me, come on I’m headed that way.” Alice began down the hall, each of her steps full of graceful pep. You followed close next to her as she navigated the halls with ease. As you walked you tried your best to observe the rest of the school, rooms, decorations, the way the hall curved and the large windows that stretched along the walls.
“So…why’d you move to forks?” Alice piped up curiously.
“Oh we wanted to be closer to my grandma.” You left out the part about her dying, you don’t need a pity party right now.
“That’s so sweet. I hope you like it here, I can show you around some time if you’d like.” Alice looked to you with a hopeful gaze.
“Sure that would be great!” You nodded.
Alice clapped her hands together with a small squeal. “This’ll be great, I promise you’ll love my tour of forks!” Her excitement was palpable, it was like she had infinite energy.
Your conversation came to a halt as the two of you made it to the open classroom door. Some people had already seated themselves, others lingered around the classroom standing and talking to their friends. “Come sit with me.” Alice whispered. And so you did, following her to the seats she chose at the perfect spot in the classroom. Not all the way in the back but not too close to the front either, and you had a good view of the window.
You glance up at the clock, seven fifty-two, ‘not bad timing’. Setting your bag down you settled into the desk next to Alice’s. There wasn’t much for you to do before the start of class. You took a moment to look around, taking in your new surroundings. Poetry, art, book covers, and writing strategies covered each wall fully, even going above and around the chalkboard. Books sat at the front, most of them seemed to be academic textbooks but some were regular novels. You notice a few books that you’ve read before, all classic literature Romeo & Juliet, Sense and Sensibility, Persuasion. ‘Interesting’ you thought to yourself, you guessed whoever your English teacher had a taste for secret romance stories. You couldn’t judge though, they are all very good books…and maybe they sit in your home library too, worn from how many times they’ve been picked up and read.
Your observation is cut short when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You pull it out quickly just to see what the notification was. Its Evangeline, (How is skl? NY wint is so brrr) You thought about just how far away your sister was in that moment. The two of you were on completely opposite sides of the country, different time zones, but at least you both had the same cold winter weather. You go to text back when your phone catches Alice’s attention, she lets out a gasp.
“You have the new Razr!” She gawks audibly, catching the attention of other students in the classroom. ‘It's so cute, oh my gosh I need it’ you hear from one girl, ‘isn't that the one Paris Hilton has?’ another whispers to her friend. You hear the little conversations start around the classroom, all because of your phone!
“How much even is that?” A girl a few rows from you leans over to ask her friend.
“Like almost five hundred!” Both girls share wide eyed looks before looking back at you.
Okay so maybe your family was a bit more well off than you liked to express. In fact you didn’t like telling anybody about just how much money your family made. You didn’t want to be known for your connection to money, you especially didn’t like flaunting it. Your mom had got you one before the release date for Christmas, ‘one of our firm's clients is cellphone manufacturer but don’t go telling’ she had told you when she asked. Perks of having a lawyer as a mom you guessed.
“I love that color!” Alice says as she looks over the phone.
“Thanks, it’s my favorite color.” You really hadn’t realized but almost everything you used on a daily was your favorite color. You never bought them all in the same color on purpose either.
“Are you going to dec-” Alice’s next question is cut short when a loud animalistic growl echoes from outside. The classroom went silent as you and the other students looked to the windows trying to spot what may have made that noise. The search however is futile as nothing comes into view but the grassy fields and the tree lined forest beyond it.
“There must be a very upset animal nearby, I suggest you all make sure you are careful going outside.” The teacher announces to the class as he entered the classroom, setting down his bag with a theatrical thud. You turn to Alice to ask her about him when you notice the shift in her emotions. She reminded you of an animal on high alert the way she was watching the window, her gaze focused and her face unreadable.
“Alice? Is something wrong?” You whispered. You didn’t really want to pry but something about her expression concerned you.
Her eyes didn’t leave the window as she spoke to you, distinctly locked on something. Yet when you looked out the window in the same direction you saw nothing but trees at the edge of the forest blowing in the wind. “Yup! Great, I was just looking at the forest.”
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Despite the odd occurrences of the morning, the rest of your day moved fairly smoothly without much thought. You found your history class easily with Alice’s help once she helped you figure out the map of the school. During your free period you met up with Angela in the school library to answer some questions for the Spartan Shield like you had agreed. You made a mental note to check out the library in your free time, maybe hunt out a book or two. The questions were a lot simpler than you thought. Where are you from? What's your name? Do you have pets? What's your favorite color? Easy Stuff, definitely not as invasive as you had worried about. You were having so much fun talking with Angela and answering her questions that neither of you had heard the bell ring for your next period so you ended up being a little late to lunch. When you walked into the cafeteria you saw Bella, she was sitting at a table with a couple other students including Angela, but much to your dismay it was full. You gave Belaa a small wave and she waved back.
You look around the cafeteria searching for somewhere to sit. As you're walking towards an empty table you had spotted you heard your name being called. “Come sit!” It was Alice!
“We have an open seat, Emmett left early today." Alice said as she pushed the chair out for you to sit in.
“Emmett?” You had heard that name whispered earlier that day when you were in history. Something about him acting “strange” and practically running out of class. ‘I think he was sick,’ one girl whispered. You hadn't understood what any of it meant at the time.
“Oh sorry, our brother.” Alice explained.
“Ohhh, well I hope he feels better.” Alice blinks at you for a moment, like she hadn't understood what you’d said.
“Oh! Yeah he wasn't feeling well, but he's resting now.” You’re glad to hear it, being sick during school was always something you hated. You knew the feeling of just wanting to get out and go home.
When you finally sit down you greet the others at the table, earning you a few waves and ‘hellos’. You notice one of the boys at the table also looks like the boy from your dream, just like Alice…what an odd coincidence.
Lunch went on as you chatted quietly with the Cullens, ignoring all the eyes watching you from afar. Alice and you talked for the most part but you got a chance to talk to the others as well, except for Edward, who seemed to have his eyes on Bella the entire time. ‘They’d make a cute couple’ you thought, and almost as if he had heard you, Edwards' eyes flitted over to yours for a brief moment before looking away. Jasper was kind but very quiet, whenever he talked it sounded a bit strained like he was in pain, but you just brushed it off as nerves. You didn't want to say he was strange per se but he didn't blink a lot, you guessed he just had a staring problem. Rosalie on the other hand was a different ball park, she wasn't really mean to you, more like standoffish, but at least she talked to you, she kept her answers short and watched you with a very keen eye.
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That evening you sat curled on the couch of your cozy home in your pajamas, one of your fingers occupied, twirling a strand of hair while you worked on your homework. Your grandmother sat across from you quietly, watching her soaps play across the screen of the tv. You took a moment from your homework to look up and just observe. Your grandmother was so different now, reaching the end of her life so quickly and all you could do was make her comfortable as she withered away. She used to be so lively, dancing around the house, working diligently in the garden, and laughing loudly to her heart's content. Now she was merely skin and bones, her body lay stationary, the less she moved, the less pain she was in. Despite the morphine flowing through her system you could still see sometimes when she would wince as you helped her adjust. Some days you wondered just how you got here, why her? And why now?
The sound of keys jingling in the door broke you from your thoughts. The sound of the door opening and closing was followed by the familiar ‘click clack’ of your mothers heels against the hardwood floors.
“Hi honey.” Your mom leant down and pressed a kiss to your cheek, before walking over to your grandmother and doing the same.
“Hi mom. Did you two eat?” You nodded. You watched as your mother released herself from the confines of her work attire and equipment. Setting her keys in the bowl and her purse on the hook, before plopping down on the bench by the door to kick off her heels. She let out a content sigh once both her feet were free, standing she flexed her toes and stretched her ankles. She crossed the floor, moving towards the kitchen she pulled off her blazer and took her hair out of its tight bun, letting out another content sigh as she massaged her scalp.
“Mama, are you in pain?” She asked the same question everyday like clockwork, to an outsider it would seem like a normal question for someone on hospice care. In reality it was your mothers gauge, was today a good day, or a bad day? And what the answer was, was your gauge, would your mom sleep quietly tonight? Or would she pace the house till late, watching your grandmother sleep, monitoring every rise and falls of her chest?
“No, I’m okay.” Your grandmother couldn’t see behind her, the way your mothers shoulder sagged with relief. Nowadays it was like walking on eggshells when it came to your grandmother's health, her days were extremely limited. You all fear you’ll lose her at any given moment. Your mother took a deep breath and rubbed small circles in her chest. ‘Hard day’ you knew those mannerisms, whatever she had to deal with at work today had her nerves shot. You could tell in the way she carried herself, her emotions were bubbling to the surface and she really needed something good to end her day.
She grabbed a glass from the cabinet and walked over to the dispenser to fill it before coming to sit on the couch next to you. “Soooo…how was school?” She looks at you expectantly waiting for your rendition of your day.
“It wasn’t too bad, I struggled to find my class at first which was embarrassing but a girl I met helped me and I think she wants to be my friend. She wants to hangout and show me Forks sometime. Oh! And we played badminton today in PE, I was actually pretty good!” Your mother watched you closely as you rattled off the interesting parts of your day.
“That’s great! Who’s the girl you met?” She nudges you with your shoulder, you were so nervous this morning but now it all seemed a lot easier.
“Alice Cullen, she’s really nice.” At that your mother smiled but the sharp sound of your grandmother turning in her chair had caught your attention.
"You stay away from Cullen's, do you understand me?" She spat angrily. Just their name alone, ‘those Cullen’s’ was like venomous bile spat from between her gritted teeth. "I don't want to hear about or see you around any one of them ever!" Her fist thudded loudly against the wooden table desk next to her chair, rattling the items on it.
"Lullit you sent your daughter to that school with those wretched heathens?!" You had never heard her speak in such a way about anyone like this.
"Grandma, they're not evil! They're my age and they've done nothing but be kind to me!" You looked to your mother for some kind of help, meeting her eyes with an almost desperate plea.
"Listen to your grandmother please...she's lived here, she knows what she's talking about."
You paused for a beat, taken aback by your mothers agreeance. She's usually a very reasonable person, she didn't even ask why your grandmother didn't like them. For god sake she was a lawyer, and she didn't ask any questions? "Are you serious?" Your face held a muddle of confused and hurt emotions. This was so out of character for both of them.
"Am I serious? Who the hell are you talking to? Better yet, who the hell are you questioning?" Your mother’s once exasperated tone was now raised and bubbled over with anger. "I said what I said and that's the end of it."
You wanted to scream and yell, say how unfair and judgmental this was but there would be no use. You knew if you argued back this would only turn into another ugly screaming match. Your mother's mind was set, whether it be in anger or resignation to your grandmother there was no getting through to them about this now. Silently you nodded, your shoulders slumped in defeat and your eyes trained on the speck of dust stuck to your fuzzy socks.
I hope you guys like this chapter, I'm experimenting with longer chapters so let me know how you guys like this one! I can wait till our reader and Emmett meet!
Maybe the next chapter is still in the works even though I planned to post once a month…might’ve restructured half da plot anyways… ONE MORE WEEK BABES CHAPTER TWO IS COMING 💕
Fun little thing I’m adding to my stories and the chapters, of you’re ever wondering about certain settings or the weather, it’s usually in the heading pictures!
I have a sickeningly strong obsession with twilight atm and feel the urge to create a multi chapter story about a black girl in forks who inevitably falls in love with Emmett with this kind of vibe….
Change is inevitable, but for you change has become the most overwhelming part of your life. That's because everything was changing, and there was nothing you could do to stop it, slow it down, or pivot away. Life has begun to shift on its axis and you’re stuck in the middle of it. You had just turned 18 this September and now you were moving all the way to the secluded town of Forks, Washington. That meant leaving your friends, your nearby family, your old school, and your childhood home all behind. You’d be entering your senior year at a new school, where you knew no one but everyone else knew everyone, talk about being the outcast.
All this moving wasn’t in vain however, you were here for your grandmother. Grandma had been diagnosed with cancer this summer after she went to the hospital for taking a nasty fall. Despite your mom getting her a home health aid to keep her safe and healthy, the fact that your family wasn’t close by, nagged horribly at your mothers nerves. “Girls, we need to talk.” That's what she had said when she sat you and your sister down to tell you everything, grandma, her illness, and the move. Neither you nor your sister protested despite how much you didn't want to leave your childhood home,you both knew this was for the best. That night in an effort to cheer your mom up you and your sister Evageline sat up till the late hours of the night picking out decor for the new house.
The move had taken an entire day to travel, your mother drove the Uhaul while you and Evangeline flew into Washington to greet your grandmother early. The smile on her face when the two of you arrived was priceless, you hadn’t seen her in a while, not since christmas you think. You wanted to have visited more this year but life had just gotten way too busy. Not that grandma had really cared at that point, she just was glad you were there.
The rest of that week you spent moving houses, cleaning out grandma's house and unwanted belongings, moving furniture, organizing, and opening lots of boxes. And here you were now, helping your mom push a rather heavy box into the kitchen, to unpack what was hopefully pots and pans. You were sick of eating those mediocre tv microwave dinners.
Just as you finish shifting around the boxes a sharp knock is heard from the front door, who could possibly be here? You don't even know anyone here. Your mother lets out an annoyed huff, she hated having visitors when the house wasn't put together. “Honey, can you go get that please?” You give your mom a quick nod, walking out of the kitchen and towards the door, your socks gliding across the smooth hardwood flooring.
You take a look through the peep hole. It was a man and a boy. The boy looked a bit younger than you, he had long dark hair just like the man's, they looked quite similar, possibly father and son. The man was in a wheelchair a few paces back from the door, lucky for him you had a wheelchair ramp for you grandmother so he was able to get to your door with no hassle. When you open the door you're met with their quizzical and confused gazes, “Hi, is there something I can help you with?” you say hesitantly looking between the boy and man waiting for one of them to respond first.
The man is first to speak, “Sorry dear, we were looking for Mrs. Adahy, we thought this was her new address, we must've been mistaken.”
You perk up at the mention of her grandmother, “Oh, you're looking for my grandma? Yes, she's inside.” Once the words leave your mouth an almost suffocating audible pause hangs in the air.
“Shes your grandmother?” Asked the man in the wheelchair, you nod curtly. The man and the boy exchange a quick glance before turning back to you. ‘Odd’ you thought to yourself, you made sure to make a mental note of that strange interaction you had just witnessed. “I’m sorry we didn't introduce ourselves properly, My name is Billy Black and this,” The man gestures to the younger boy, “is my son Jacob.”
They boy waves awkwardly, “May we come in?” This time not so hesitantly you open the door wider for the two to approach, "She's in the living room.”
Billy rolls his way towards the direction of the living room you had pointed to, while Jacob hung back to talk to you. “So…you’re new here?”
“Yeah, me, my mom, and my sister just moved here a few days ago to be with my grandma.” You lean your back against the wall hopefully giving your neck a rest from having to look up at Jacob, for someone who was so young he was surprisingly tall. ‘Good genes’ you guessed. “Do you visit her a lot? My grandmother?”
Jacob gives a small nod before he speaks again, “Yeah my dad knew her and her hus- your grandfather…from when they were younger.” You let out a satisfied hum, there wasn’t much to say and…you weren’t the best conversationalist. “What’s yo-,” Jacob barely gets his words out before they're halted by the loud aggressive barking of your mini dachshund barreling towards Jacob. In an instant she's at his feet trying to nip at his ankles and barring her teeth like he was a threat.
You pick her up quickly holding the squirming mass of fur against your chest. You were appalled, she has never acted this way before, always kind and friendly to guests and she definitely has not attempted to bite anyone before. “Toffe! Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, I don't know why she's acting like this!” You try your best to calm her down, failing miserably when you try to move closer to Jacob, her maw almost snapping shut around his arm. “Alright! Cage time girl.” You toss a wary look over your shoulder, offering Jacob a small ‘sorry’ as you walk off with Toffe still squirming and bark like mad in your arms.
After Jacob and Billy’s visit you get back to setting up the house with your mom and sister. But eventually you decide to take a break, retiring to the couch with a large sigh and heavy plop. You were thankful the first thing you had decided to unwrap from its plastic prison was the plush couch, feeling the aches in your body slipping away as you sink into the cushions. You looked upon the barley illuminated gloomy sky as the rain rolled out for the time being, the sky still thick with clouds. Yet somehow it was only twelve in the afternoon. You could feel your eyelids growing heavy, fatigue washed over her body as you dozed further into full sleep.
You’ve had lucid dreams before, rarely, but something about this one felt…different, too real, too lifelike. It was like you could sense someone watching you. When you had opened your eyes, or so you had thought, you could see off in the distance of your backyard, two figures, barely hidden between trees and brush. Two sets of golden eyes were trained observantly on you. A girl and a boy. The girl had short dark hair spiking out to the side, a stark contrast from the paleness of her face. The boy stood slightly behind her, his blond hair glinting under the muted light of the obstructed sun above. How long had they been there? And why were they watching you? The boy placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, his pained gaze upon you intensifying as you felt a wave of fatigue wash over you, your eyes sliding shut once again.
The next time you wake up, it doesn’t feel like a dream thankfully. Your eyes blink open slowly, a warm hand tapping your arm gently. “Hey, wake up it’s almost four o’clock.” You hear your sister Evangeline’s hushed whisper coaxing you from your slumber.
“It stopped raining, wanna go for a walk?”
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"You think I should dye my hair again?" Evangeline questioned, twirling a strand of her bleach blonde hair around her finger, inspecting it closely. "I'm thinking maybe…" she draws out the end of her sentence with a long ‘eee’ pursing her lips as she thinks, "Pink!"
You roll your eyes playfully, "You already did pink like five months ago."
Evangeline lets out a dramatic sigh, looking to you with a faux pout. "But I love pink. It's like totally my color."
"Oh, trust me I know!" The pair of you giggled softly at that. "How about split dye? You can use a few different pinks."
Evangeline gasped at the idea, "You're a genius!"
Your and your sister’s steps against the damp pavement are the only noise besides your chatty conversation that can be heard along the stretch of road. You never really realized how much noisier it was where you used to live before moving to Forks. Silence engulfs the town, except for the occasional sounds of the wildlife roaming the vast forests. "It's so quiet here." You thought out loud.
"It's kinda creepy." Your sister adds, quickly glancing over her shoulder as if something scary would happen just because she spoke it into existence.
"Definitely, at least the people here are nice so far." You shrug your shoulders, trying to shake the eerie feeling of the town. Sometimes it feels like you are being watched, like someone knew you were there before anyone else did. ‘Paranoia’ is what you constantly shrug it off as. New place, new fears, that’s all.
"Some are even nice to look at." Your sister nudges your shoulder, giggling softly to herself.
"Oh my god, please not the police officer again! You saw him one time!" You toss your head back in mock exasperation. When your mother went to the precinct to register all your information, you and your sister decided to tag along. It seems while you were there a particular police chief caught her eye, and now all Evangeline can do is gush about him. "Eve…he's old enough to be our dad!"
That made the blonde girl's playful smile grow even wider. "I knoooow, that's like the whole point. Cute brooding dilf with a thick mustache, how could you not find him attractive!” Sometimes you wonder if one day your sister will end up becoming someone's morally too‑young stepmother.
Just at that moment Evangeline's stomach let out a loud growl. It had only just then occurred to the girls that you haven’t eaten anything all day except for a few snacks during your trip. "Hungry?" The older of the two asks, which you a little too enthusiastically nod your head at. "I think there's a diner up ahead, c'mon." Evangeline nodded her head towards the buildings off in the distance, the pair of you eagerly picking up your pace as the promise of food becomes more appeasing.
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As you make your way into the Carver Café, the warm aroma of food filling the air fuels your hunger.
"Go ahead and take a seat, I'll be with you in a moment!" A kind looking woman spoke over the patrons as she maneuvered herself towards the back of the house. You both nodded and waved before making your way through the cozy diner. As you scan the restaurant for a table you notice a familiar face: the police chief. Evangeline obviously noticed him too because she nudged you with her elbow, an excited grin facing back at you. You give her a playful eye roll in response, pointing towards an empty table close by.
The woman who greeted you as you came in arrives a minute later, setting down two menus. “Welcome to the Forks girls, my name's Cora, can I start you off with any drinks?” You order just a water until you get a chance to look at the full drink menu and choose, Evangeline ordered a dr.pepper, her favorite. “Alright I’ll get those right out for you,” she finishes scribbling down your order one the note pad, tucking it into her waiters apron. “If you don't mind me asking, are you girls here to visit or to stay?”
“Oh we’re staying, we just moved here to be with our grandmother.” Evangeline pipes in excitedly.
“Oh isn’t that lovely, who’s your grandmother?”
“Mrs.Adahy.”
Cora’s face lights up at the mention of her name, “Oh my goodness I’ve seen your pictures! She loves to show you two off.” At that, a smile breaks across both of your faces, it’s nice to know that your grandma talks about you. Despite the happy moment you can’t help but notice a shift in the energy. In your peripheral you notice a man’s head whips around at the mention of your grandmother's name. He was Native American with long hair, just like Jacob, you wondered if he may live in his reservation too. The man’s eyes were trained on you and your sister for a brief moment before turning away. Weird.
Your attention is drawn back to the table by Cora’s voice. “Well isn't that great!,” She clapped her hands together, a bright smile gracing her features, “Bella here is new to town too!” At the mention of her name, the girl with brown hair sitting with the police chief perked, turning around to face your table. ‘Wow so he is a dad’ somehow your sister was always right about these things. She waved hesitantly, a bit awkward, you understood her awkwardness, news to town, everyone knows everyone, now you're suddenly the center of the town's attention.
You wave back offering her a small smile, “Nice to meet you, Bella,” you told her your name, and you thought about how maybe, hopefully you’d actually have someone to talk to at school.
“Are you going to Forks High?” Her question sounded almost as hopeful as you were, relief washing over as you realized you would actually have someone to turn to on your first day of school.
“Yeah I am.” That answer brought a smile to her face.
“I guess I’ll see you there then.”
First time writing a series guys, KIND NERVOUS. But I hope yall like it, I had fun writng this and creating plots. I dont have much to comment on but I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!
Newly eighteen, senior year of high school, a new home, a new town, a new school, and many new people. As summer came to a close everything began to change for you. The big sign read “The city of Forks welcomes you” as you drove past it towards your new home. You didn’t know much about the town but something about it made you feel watched, like the forest was watching you, or maybe something in the forest. You shrugged off the eerie feeling as nerves, everything was new, so everything was scary, that was all. Forks was definitely going to be an adjustment that’s for sure. But who knows, maybe it’ll surprise you or maybe someone.
Welcome to Forks! Where absolutely nothing is lurking in the forest and everyone is definitely human.
I have a sickeningly strong obsession with twilight atm and feel the urge to create a multi chapter story about a black girl in forks who inevitably falls in love with Emmett with this kind of vibe….
With that being said…so maybe I got a bit excited about make this story. Maybe I left all my projects on the back burner, maybe I’ve been story boarding like a mad woman for the past week, MAYBE I have made a Pinterest board AND Spotify playlist, and MAYBE JUST MAYBE…
