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Hello all,
I am a long time fanfic reader and a first time publisher! I've been frustrated by the lack of ~realistic~ representation of larger/curvy women in fiction and in the fandom generally, so I decided to take a stab at it myself with this short little plot bunny. I'm expecting it to only be around 10-12 chapters and I have about half of the chapters written so far and am hoping to update weekly! A few things before getting started:
First- Bella is fat, and I do not see that descriptor as insulting. I'm tired of the romantic interest loving a fat woman 'despite' how she looks or explicitly because she is fat [ie describing the man pursuing her as a 'chubby chaser']. No shade to those authors, but as a fat woman myself I felt that people like me, and our love lives, were not being accurately represented by a majority of these stories. I hope my representation does a decent job of meeting somewhere in the middle- Bella's body is only one of the myriad reasons why Edward is crazy about her. For reference, I see her around a US size 18 which is one or two sizes larger than the US average clothing size for women.
Second- this is an AU story that takes place during a zombie apocalypse, but it is not a story ABOUT the zombie apocalypse. If you're looking for strictly action and adventure, you won't really find it here. The AU is important to the plot but they will not be fighting Zs at all times, and honestly you will probably rarely see zombie brawls in this story.
Third and finally, please note that I do not have a beta and am editing as I go. Please be patient with me as someone new to writing and to publishing in this community!
Thanks again and enjoy!
I've been waiting for something to go wrong
I'm waiting for familiar resolve
I'm waiting for another repeat
Another… another… another…?
Fuck, what is that lyric? I thought as I rummaged through some poor, likely dead, family's kitchen cupboards for salvageable food. A can of beans, two cans of chili, and a couple cans of chunked pineapple. Overall, not bad. However, I was less focused on my spoils than on my inability to remember this fucking lyric. The most annoying part is that I would likely never be able to figure it out. My iPod died two weeks after Day Zero, five days after the power in Seattle finally went out. A little over two years ago, by my estimation.
I'm waiting for another repeat
Another… fuck!
Lyrics to my favorite songs from my old life, before that day everything went to complete shit, just some of many details forgotten over the past years of looting, hiding, and straight up surviving while the rest of the country, and possibly the world, succumbed to a fucking zombie virus.
I zipped my newly acquired supply into my pack before slinking out of the small building and quietly making my way back to my dark, lonely apartment a few blocks away. Once I got back safely and bolted my door, I slipped off my beaten up converse and flopped on the old couch.
I had to get the fuck out of this city. There was nothing there for me anymore. My family was dead, most buildings were overrun by animated corpses, and even though I was alone, I felt like I was suffocating there. Honestly, there was never anything in Seattle for me. I was used to moving around as a kid, dad's job was constantly in motion because of some grant his medical studies were funded by. We moved all over, from our hometown of Chicago to rural Pennsylvania, then a couple cities around the country with research hospitals, before settling in Forks, Washington for my final year of high school. My dad was slated to work on a year-long project at the local hospital, before we would move to Seattle where he would wrap it up the following year at one of their teaching hospitals. Forks was a sleepy little town made up of one main drag and a surrounding network of residential streets. Hardly the ideal location for a teenager to complete his senior year. Needless to say, I wasn't thrilled at the time. However, thinking about Forks in the present made my stomach flutter in a way it only did when I thought of the one person who had haunted my dreams for the past four years.
Another… another… god damn it!
I'd been listening to this song for like 15 fucking years and couldn't remember one measly line, yet I could remember every last detail about the girl who held my balls, figuratively, in her hand for my final year of high school, and she didn't even know it.
Bella Swan.
I groaned, turning over to lay on my back and crossing my arms behind my head. Moving to a new, small as fuck town for my senior year of high school was hellish, every part about it, except for her. Making friends just to leave after a year made no sense to me, so I was resolved to put up walls. I didn't try to be an asshole, but I was an aloof fucker and made no effort to show myself to anyone who attempted to get to know me. I ate alone, worked alone when I could help it, and just tried to keep my head down until I could get the fuck out of there. For the most part, it was easy.
"Hey, you're Edward, right?! I'm Tanya! How do you like Forks?!" said a tall, thin redhead in a Forks High cheerleading uniform. It was my first day and I had just sat down at an empty table in the cafeteria not 5 seconds ago before she came to introduce herself. She was conventionally hot, but there was something behind her dark blue eyes that was unnerving, almost predatory. It creeped me out. I stared back, expressionless, hoping she would think there was something wrong with me and give up. Instead, she persisted.
Sitting down on the other side of the table, she went on asking questions only to immediately fill any empty space with her own answers. "What's your next class? I have gym next, then yearbook. Are you from Washington originally? I've been here my whole life and know everyone, so I'm a great friend to have." Oh no, she just winked at me. I wanted it to end. Grabbing my saran wrapped sandwich, I quickly stood up and disposed of the rest of my tray before making a beeline out of the cafeteria toward somewhere I could eat in fucking peace. The school library was bound to be deserted.
But it wasn't, because that's where I saw one Bella Swan for the first time. Just thinking about our first meeting, the first time I saw her, caused an immediate physical reaction. Groaning once more, I moved one of my arms from under my head and lightly rubbed my rapidly hardening dick, closing my eyes and thinking about the sight that greeted me when I entered that library
It seemed like the library was empty but there weren't any tables in the front, so I turned a corner to see if they would be somewhere beyond the stacks. As soon as I made a right down an aisle, I was stopped in my tracks by the most phenomenal ass I had ever seen in my 18 years of living. And I had watched a lot of porn.
There, in the non-fiction section of the Forks High School library, bent over a shelving cart full of books, was a pair of long, thick legs wrapped in tight black jeans that also framed that earth-shattering backside. I stared, my hand flexed wanting to feel everything I saw, and I thought that if my world stopped right there, I'd die happy. That was, until my stupid awe-struck hand dropped my stupid saran-wrapped sandwich, which was actually the best thing I've ever done because it caught her attention, she straightened and turned around. And then I saw her face.
It took everything I had in me to not drop to my knees before her and keep my mouth from gaping open at what could only be a figment of my imagination and the personification of my teenage wet dreams. Her long and curly dark hair swirled around her pale, round face as she turned to meas she turned to me and straightened to her full height, probably around 5'7" or 5'8"? Big, brown eyes widened at seeing someone else in the deserted space, and pink, full lips opened in surprise. She had the face of a porcelain doll and the body of a… oh FUCK, nothing I had ever seen before. Like a cross between the women in Rubens paintings I had seen in my mom's art books and the women who starred in some of my most frequented rap videos on YouTube. Thick calves and thighs led to wide, flared hips, curving into a soft waist, leading to tits… tits that I wanted to get lost in, from what I saw as they pressed against the front of her black hoodie. I said a silent prayer in hopes that this girl was actually real, here, in front of me in the middle of nowhere, Washington.
"Oh wow! I didn't know anyone else was in here, I'm sorry. Can I help you with something?" Her dark brows furrowed, those soft looking cheeks tinged the most beautiful pink I had ever seen. And I realized I was staring at her like a goddamned idiot for several seconds. Quickly picking up my sandwich from the floor, I held it up in my hand, cleared my throat, and spoke. "Table?" My voice was hoarse from not speaking for the whole day and I wondered how much of an ass I looked like to my dream woman.
Her face relaxed, she smiled, and that was actually the moment I thought I could die happy. I didn't know her name, I had barely heard her voice, but I shit you not, I heard angels sing when she smiled at me. "Over there, on the other side of the library, behind the mystery section. Let me know if you need anything before the period is over." Then she turned back around, giving me another view of her glorious ass, and went back to shelving books from her cart as if her whole world hadn't just shifted in the same way that mine did. I ate in a daze and thought only of how I was going to get through this fucking year unscathed.
I soon found out that my library girl was Bella Swan, only daughter to the town's chief of police, and fellow senior at FHS. She was quiet unless she was with her small group of friends, which I assumed was one of her reasons for volunteering in the library during lunch hour. The only time we spoke was when I entered the library for lunch every day, and when I would see her in the halls she would return a small nod and smile I'd send her. Walking across the stage during graduation was the last time I saw her, but I'd never forget anything I knew about her. What her voice sounded like, how her little nose would crinkle in distaste when she observed high school bullshit in the halls, how her laugh echoed through the parking lot when one of her friends made her laugh in the morning, her favorite books I'd catch her reading at the library circulation desk, how on a few occasions she'd been caught in the rain and I saw her nipples straining through her shirt… my god I am a fucking creep.
But really, what else am I supposed to do? As a 22 year old guy surviving alone during a zombie apocalypse, very little made me even remotely happy. My days were spent scrounging for food to stockpile, avoiding dead bastards on the street, and trying to remember fucking song lyrics. So yeah, I've jerked off many times to the thought of getting better acquainted with Bella Swan's body, and in the afterglow of my orgasm, I'd get lost in the thought of getting better acquainted with her mind, her soul. Fat chance of any of that happening now. A guy could still dream. So there, on my shitty blue sofa in my dark and lonely apartment, I did just that. I palmed my dick and thought about taking her on that circulation desk, standing in the stacks, and over the shelving cart that started it all. I was close, just thinking about those eyes looking up at me through dark lashes as we joined for the first time.
And then I heard the sound of a moaning, reanimated corpse on the street below me. That definitely killed whatever mood I was in.
I had to get the fuck out of this city, soon.
Please comment to let me know what you think so far! Thanks again, update coming next week 3