pt. II / zombie boyfriend! katsuki bakugou x chubby! gender neutral! reader /
warm bodies! zombie apocalypse au w/ quirks!
part i. short drabble + headcannons.
tw: continuation of part one (bakugou ‘twas giving poor y/n more than enough fellatio), monsterfucking, size difference, belly bulge, doggy style, fellatio (m! receiving), afab reader + female anatomy described, cream pie + unprotected sex (will y/n turn into a zombie?), overstimulation, temperature play (duh), breeding, aftercare, fluff galore
word count: 5.5k
As the night roared on, so did the man that was currently between your legs. You’d completely lost track of time thanks to him, and there was no telling how exactly you were still awake. Well— barely awake, is a better way to describe it. There was no telling just how much longer you’d be able to keep a coherent grasp on your consciousness.
And then suddenly, he stopped.
Fucking finally.
The great beast himself grunted and slowly pulled your legs from his shoulders, letting them rest on the bed as he sat up on the comfort of his knees. Now, he took in the state you were currently in, all thanks to his savage hunger that had just been temporarily satisfied.
Dried tears stained your cheeks, even being noticeable in the barely lit room, and your chest was heaving— making you look oh-so-fragile, breakable… malleable.
Strangely, it reminded him so much of your first time together, which was odd considering how long the two of you had been together, but it riled him up even more.
You watched him closely, eyes barely opened as your lids became heavier and heavier the longer the two of you continued your staring contest. Almost on the brink of passing out, Bakugou leaned down, and you could feel his breath fan over your face from how close he was.
“Wake up.” He muttered, bucking his hips forward to slam his cock against your heat, striking your clit that seemed to have increased drastically in sensitivity after so much time of abuse from his tongue.
The strangled gasp that left your lips made it sound almost as if you had been drowning and you’d just taken your first breath of air, earning a cocky grin from the zombie on top of you. That got you awake.
The blond’s cock rested itself right against your folds, a slight cooling feel making the perfect contrast between the temperatures of your bodies.
Now that you had your head on straight, you were able to look down, and, boy, did your eyes nearly pop clean out of your skull.
You’d never seen something so monstrous yet so tempting. It looked like it’d hurt you, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious to see just how it would feel inside of you.
The shaft was no longer the same color as his slightly tanned skin before he’d (kinda) turned, now it matched his current skin color, a purplish gray with a dark pink tip, glistening with precum.
You hadn’t realized you’d been staring in such bewilderment, eyes widened and biting your lip, until Bakugou cleared his throat.
“‘s not gonna suck itself… doll.”
Maybe you should feel a tiny bit ashamed about wanting nothing more than to get your lips around his length, but you couldn’t find a single fuck to give. Especially not when you’ve got some newfound energy that prompts you to roll onto your stomach and come crawling towards him to lay down on your belly in front of him.
Wrapping your fingers around his shaft, you take note of its lack of heat, as well as the new veins, and give it a few strokes while looking up at the beefy blond. Jesus, he’s so fucking wide.
He groans lowly in response, looking down at you and capturing your gaze in a near unbreakable hold. You begin to pump your fist up and down his shaft rather slowly while sticking your tongue out, giving the head a few kitten licks as you get a taste of his precum. Huh. What a strange flavor…
You couldn’t describe it, but it wasn’t unpleasant, thankfully.
In fact, you went against your initial plan of teasing slowly and began sucking him off, almost as hungrily as he’d been tonguing you down just a few minutes ago. What’s this? Were you both just this addicted to each other’s arousal? What was making it so intoxicating? And why was neither of you thinking of the potential consequences in that moment? Perhaps it was due to desperation.
As you were stroking him off, twisting your fist with a speed like you were trying to milk him, your mouth mirrored the same intensity, your tongue rolling around his cock as it occupied your mouth and a bit of your throat.
Bakugou was on cloud nine. Sure, you’d given him head before, but this was so much better than before. What’s so different about now as opposed to the many other times you’ve done it together?
Fuck if he knows.
All he’s focusing on is not trying to cum down your pretty throat too soon as his hands rest on the sides of your head, aiding you in your attempts to suck him dry like a caprisun.
It was no surprise that after some minutes of that, he’d reached his point of release, however, he didn’t want to do it in your mouth. Instead, he pulled your head back, forcing you off with a satisfying ‘pop’ sound. You groaned in reply and looked up at him in confusion, but you weren’t allowed the luxury of staying in your position for much longer.
And thanks to the ‘power of the moon’ aka the night being the time zombies have their so-called ‘power-ups’, Bakugou has removed himself from in front of you and has moved to position himself behind you.
His hands suddenly grab at your hips and tug them upwards, forcing your ass up into the air so that it was on display for him, along with the sight of your shimmering cunt that was begging for him to devour it again.
But, he stopped himself from doing so, too eager to bury himself into you so he could finish what the two of you’d started.
Looking back over your shoulder, lifting yourself up using your forearms, you watched as he stroked himself a couple of times and then lined himself up with your entrance.
Only seconds later did he begin to push himself into you, just barely putting the tip in. This earned a yelp in both pain and pleasure as you jolted forward, almost immediately falling face forward into the bed, but Bakugou held your hips steady, not allowing you to move away from him, similar to what had occurred before. The pain felt similar to that of a stinging sensation, almost like you were being fucked for the first time all over again. Well, this would be your first time with a zombie… and most definitely not the last.
“Relax.. don’ run away from… me.” Bakugou sighed, and didn’t give you much time to do said thing with the way he was starting to bully himself inside you.
Once again, your eyes welled with tears yet again. You were sure you were relaxed, albeit still a tiny bit nervous with the thought of that monster inside of you, but he was stretching you fucking thin.
“S-slow.. down!” You attempted to plead, feeling like you were going to melt into the mattress with the way all these sensations were overloading your poor body.
Bakugou groaned.
“Band-aid.”
That was the only thing he’d said when you felt him suddenly felt his hands move from your hips to grasp onto your wrists, pulling your arms behind your back before he plunged himself fully inside of you, forcing you to take the rest of him all in one go.
In response, you silently screamed, that well of fresh tears suddenly overflowing as they ran down your face and dribbled onto the bed in dampened pools, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. Had he just told you he was going to rip the entire band-aid off by shoving himself all the way into your drooling cunt all in one foul swoop instead of easing in?? Apparently so.
Another sound from the blond soon came to your ears but you were too busy trying to adjust to the monster inside you. You’d never felt so full before, it was almost like you were about to be split right down the middle.
You were half expecting him to start moving after making such a bold move, but he didn’t. Instead, he was letting you have a little time to get used to him before then. You were oh-so-grateful. As fucking if.
Now, that moment didn’t last much longer, especially not with the way you were deliciously swallowing up his cock with your heat. He pulled back, taking himself halfway out, before slamming back into you, ushering a cry of pleasure out of you when you just then started to feel the cooling feel of his shaft inside you. God, it felt weird but was also just what you needed to get over the pain of having him stretch you out.
And when you made no complaints, he began to move.
The pro hero turned zombie has never been the type to be super patient, and he strongly disliked going slowly with things, so you best believe he started right-off-the-bat fucking into you like you were some replaceable doll.
Your cries and moans were a result of his movements. And as much as you wanted to muffle said noises with the bed, you were unable to thanks to your arms still being forced back as he held firmly onto your wrists.
It should have been no surprise that with the way he was slamming his hips into you, the bed began to rock and shake, and you could have sworn you heard something crack. But you had other things to focus on. Such as Bakugou currently rearranging your guts like a flower bouquet, causing quite the bulge in the pit of your stomach. And even with the pudge on your tummy, the bulge was still visible, that was just how deeply he was going into you, hitting spots that you never knew could be reached. Drool was starting to drip down your chin, and the building inferno of pressure inside you, which meant another climax was building, was coming at full-force.
You couldn’t even register if your eyes were open or not at this point, since all you could see was snow and little blots of gleaming color here and there.
Gods, was he going to kill you, or was he trying to rip you in half? You had no damn clue at this point.
Thanks to the sheer intensity of him fucking into you, you were barely able to keep your hips up at a suitable angle, but you somehow managed, feeling the way the fat in your body jiggled and trembled with each of his movements. That was one of his many favorite things about your body, the varying ways it would react to his touch or his actions. Fuck, he was absolutely enthralled with you. Even if it seemed like he was really trying to break you.
And apparently, he was doing a damn good job at it, the sound of skin colliding over and over and over again at such a fast pace sounding similar to that of an adoring audience— eager for an encore.
Who was he to not give the people what they want? Even at the expense of your inability to walk in a straight line tomorrow?
The first time he came, he stuffed you with ropes upon ropes of his pearly white essence, pulling out just to watch it overflow from your hole and drip onto the bed. After that, his softened cock immediately hardened yet again, and you couldn’t stop him from getting another round outta you.
And another.
And another
And another.
…
By the time the two of you were done, you were already unconscious after Bakugou had dumped one last load into you, and the sun was about to rise. He had let go of your arms somewhere between the third and fifth rounds and rolled you onto your back. Now, after he’d pulled out, he looked down at your sleeping face and chuckled. Maybe he went a little overboard?
But, who could blame him? He was absolutely obsessed with you.
With a satisfied exhale, he moved to lay on the bed and pulled you up alongside him, moving you so that you would lay on top of him with your head on his chest, snoozing away. Then he pulled the duvet over the both of you, shielding you from the slight breeze that drifted through the room.
Due to the fact that he didn’t need sleep anymore, he’d picked up a new habit of reading while you slept, it was also his way of protecting you in one of your most vulnerable states.
He considered this time to be rather— intimate. With you on top of him, while he reads a book he’s grabbed from the top of the nightstand that’s on his side of the bed and starts picking back up on what he’d been reading the night before.
Occasionally, he would pause his reading to just stare at you, thinking about how cute you were with your cheek squished against his chest, then he’d kiss the top of your head and go back to reading. All the mushy gushy bullshit he wouldn’t do while you were awake, mainly in fear of embarrassing himself.
Somehow, he had picked up the skill to read in the dark, or he’d more than likely developed night vision after he’d been bitten— probably for nighttime hunting. Bakugou shook his head at the thought, knowing that he didn’t want to think about /that/ side of him too deeply, not after that week of the internal battle he’d had in his mind. He hadn’t even told you about what had gone on inside his mind while he was asleep all those days.
It was hell, and he’d almost given up, but he remembered he still had you and you were more than worth fighting for.
With a sigh, he relaxed his head back into the pillow and held the opened book over his face with one hand while the other rested on the small of your back. And for the fifth time, he reread a sentence, trying to focus on what he was doing. Anything to keep him from spiraling.
The romance novel he’d picked seemed to have done its job, but then a thought came to mind.
He hadn’t used a condom and he’d creampied you enough times to legally call himself a clown and start a small circus with you. He had read about how being infected by zombie blood could easily turn someone into one, but what about cum? It was still swapping genetic material. Was his carelessness going to end up with you becoming a walker?
A new wave of worried thoughts swarmed the working parts of his brain as he lay there frozen, glancing down at you with an observant look mingled with concern.
And then he just stared at you while you slept, monitoring how your body was reacting to his ‘added biology’.
To his surprise, you slept like a baby, and no changes had been made, which were all good signs, but he was still concerned about you turning after your sessions. For now, he would keep surveillance of you until some drastic change had occurred, perhaps ask you how you are once you wake up.
After sitting there for hours, cradling your sleeping form and waiting for the worse possible scenario, his nightmare hadn’t come true, though he had stiffened up a couple of times when you had shifted around on his body, worrying that you were going to start showing symptoms. He’d long forgotten about the paperback in his hand that he was currently gripping, not until he had been nearly blinded by the rays of the sun coming through the crack of the drawn curtains on the bedroom window. The added heat on your body had caused you to shift around once again, trying to get closer to the ‘ice pack’ beneath you.
Realizing what time it was, the half-zombie exhaled and set the book back down on top of the nightstand so he could hold onto you a little more, rubbing your back to stop you from squirming around.
And when you finally did, he slowly moved you off of him and laid you down so you’d be comfortable, wrapping you up in the blanket before he got out of the bed to put some clothes on, his usual t-shirt and sweats duo being his go-to.
Y’see, to further stop his brain from turning even more into mush (not that he’s told you about it yet) Bakugou had thought about developing a routine again. It was similar to the one that he’d had before, but only now, some things had to be adjusted accordingly, like your differing diets. But he’d be damned if that stopped him from cooking your meals.
Zombies? Cooking? What the fuck?
His expertise in cooking is still in full bloom, but he knows he cannot stomach the smells of certain food while it's cooking… he’d made that discovery when you were preparing food the previous days. Then he remembers—- he still had that gas mask from one of his hero costume prototypes, you bet your fucking ass he’s wearing that shit while he cooks your meals.
As he’s hard at work, looking more like he’s cooking meth instead of your favorite foods, the tasty aroma of smells soon makes its way through the penthouse and into the bedroom.
You sniff the air a couple of times in your sleep, scrunching up your nose before slowly lifting yourself from the bed to sit up.
You take a second to adjust to the light in the room before yawning and stretching out your limbs, soon realizing you were completely naked. Flashes of last night cross your mind and you can feel your face start to burn from being so flustered but you shake your head and stand, going to grab one of Bakugou’s shirts to put on.
You were drowning in fabric but the smell of food was far more enticing than finding something else to wear, and soon enough you were shuffling out of your shared bedroom, down the hallway, and towards the kitchen.
By the time you got there, you almost shit yourself upon seeing Bakugou wandering around the kitchen in a gas mask and an apron– currently setting the table like this was a completely normal situation.
You stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, watching him in both awe and confusion, somewhat forgetting about the food that he was currently placing on the kitchen table.
“Uh… babe… what are you doing?” You ask, even if the answer was obvious.
Since he’d sensed you before you even came in, he wasn’t surprised when you suddenly spoke up. Instead, he answered your question with his own question. “…Breakfast..?” His voice sounded like he’d stolen it straight from Darth Vader. It was almost comedic. Okay okay, it was super funny, but you were still trying to figure out what he was doing.
“No. I mean— why are you wearing a mask?”
“Smells…Make me… sick.” He responded, his words spacing out thanks to his slightly battered brain.
You weren’t exactly sure what smells he was talking about but you seemed to somewhat understand, making you slowly nod your head. “Ah, okay, that makes sense. You don't have to cook for me if it makes you sick, but I appreciate your dedication.” You said, yawning and covering your mouth with your hand around before stumbling your way over to the seat, suddenly remembering just how intense the previous night had been.
In response to your words, Bakugou groaned, knowing that your protests wouldn’t stop him even in the future. This was his own way of maintaining normalcy, even if absolutely nothing could ever be normal again.
Once he had finished setting the table, putting your food down on top of it, he went to the fridge to get his own food- which consisted of a raw steak and nothing else, along with a pitcher of cold, filtered water. Setting the packaged steak on the counter, he grabbed some cups from one of the cupboards and brought them over to the dining table, along with the pitcher, and set it all down for easy access.
Afterward, he started preparing his steak. You went to take a seat at the table and watched him from afar, waiting for him to come and join you while pouring some water into the cups for the both of you to drink from while you ate. It was a bit strange seeing him dump various spices onto the meat, bathing it in cayenne pepper and black pepper. Though even when he was fully alive he still ate tons of spicy things, it was ironic that it was the only flavor he was able to taste now. It did make you wonder though, how Bakugou was feeling now that he was,,, well, dead. You hadn’t asked him about this new change in life, and he hadn’t said anything about it, but you knew that it was important for the two of you to discuss such a serious change in your lives since, the past few days you had simply been going with the flow like usual.
Brought out of your thoughts by the movement of the man in question who had come to sit down at the table with his inferno-style beef tartare across from you, gas mask and apron set aside, you stared at him for a moment, taking in his features and the way they’d change in such a short amount of time.
You weren’t exactly staring discreetly, and he always did have sharp senses, so he caught your gaze, holding a blank expression on his face. “Mm?” He questioned, quirking a brow at you, though his face remained overall relaxed. You yawned and blinked away a few tears, waving your hand around. “Nothing, nothing. Just thinking.” You answered, being quite truthful though your words were vague. He stared at you briefly for a few lingering seconds before shrugging his bulky shoulders and picking up his fork to start digging into his steak. Simultaneously, you picked up your own utensils and began to eat the food he’d prepared for you, sighing in appreciation for what he’d made. It was astonishing how he was still able to season and flavor food properly even without his taste buds still intact.
The two of you had eaten in silence, a comfortable silence of course, similar to most of your shared meal times together, though you still had the swirling questions making their way around inside the depths of your mind, gaze flickering up from your plate to look at the blond across from you every once in a while.
…
When the two of you had finished eating, you both silently agreed to do the dishes together, with you washing while he dried them and put them away. It was a domestic dream. But…
“How are you?”
The words had sprung from your mouth before you could stop them. Small talk wasn’t the weirdest thing in the world but it was certainly a curious thing since neither of you were strangers having an awkward encounter.
Bakugou had stopped drying a plate and glanced at you, wondering what in the hell you were going on about, debating on whether or not he would answer you seriously, then again, when was he not serious?
“Fine. You?” He redirected the question to you, going back to the task at hand, the lingering thoughts of you turning into a zombie still running through his mind, though you didn’t seem to crave any brains or anything of the sort at the moment. Progress.
Y/N didn’t seem too satisfied with the answer that they’d received, wanting a little more than just that, but they weren’t going to try and force the answers out of him, since he was a man of little words after all (zombie or not).
You sighed. “I’m alright, but I’m still a little sore thanks to a certain someone.” You emphasized the final words, shooting a playful glare at the man beside you, to which he chuckled at your words and then flashed you a knowing smile. Further filling up the space of silence, you opened your mouth to say something else. “But seriously, Kat… Are you sure you’re fine? I mean, whatever is happening to us isn’t exactly common. And you know that you can talk to me about anything, this has been a really big change for you, and your life, after all, I don’t want you to feel like you’ve got to deal with these changes all by yourself… It is my fault that you turned after all.” After you’d opened your mouth, you had rambled slightly, ending your little speech off with a sprinkle of self-deprecation unconsciously.
“Don’t.”
The sternness in his tone made you tense up, slowly turning your head to look at him, nearly flinching away from him when your eyes locked. Though you wanted to break away from the intense eye contact, you couldn’t look away from the central heterochromia in his irises, an oddly beautiful sight to stare at, the battle of life and death right before your very own eyes.
You suddenly couldn’t speak, your jaw had locked completely and your mouth became desert dry. Were you having an anxiety attack? No, it wasn’t that. Were you scared of somethi-
“Wasn’t your fault. I’d do it again.”
Your thoughts were abruptly cut off by Bakugou’s words and the break of eye contact, your mouth moistening up again as you felt your jaw become mobile yet again. Were you afraid of what Bakugou was thinking? Or if he secretly blamed you for the creature he had become? Apparently so, and his words seemed to have subsided those thoughts, even if it was temporary.
Even so, the intrusive thoughts were still there and you couldn’t stop more words from coming from your mouth at the speed of lightning.
“But why aren’t you more upset? Why aren’t you pissed at me? You’re not human anymore for fuckssake. All because of ME.” It sounded as though you were victimizing yourself, which was completely unintentional, you just had no idea of how else to word your questions as you tried to understand what was going on inside of Bakugou’s head.
The dirty dish in your hand was long forgotten, along with the soapy sponge you’d been using to clean the dishes, you were simply gripping onto both of them, subconsciously trying to ground yourself so that you wouldn’t end up getting lost even deeper in thought.
Such objects were soon removed from your hands by the man beside you who set the plate down in the sink and took the sponge from you, setting it in its rightful place before he sighed, thinking of how to respond to your inquiries. They were valid questions, but, even he didn't know the answer to them.
“I ain’t… pissed. ‘least I’mmalive..” He finally said, muttering the words as he stepped away from the sink after drying his hands. There were many other things he wanted to say to you, but he couldn’t seem to verbally express them, it was almost like every time his mouth opened to say a word his brain had backspaced on whatever sentence he was just about to proclaim.
You watched him with full attention, observing how he seemed to be struggling to express whatever his thoughts were at the moment, it caused your brows to furrow in confusion. He’d never done this before, gaping like a fish while struggling to say something. He always spoke so surely and confidently of himself, this was certainly a change of character.
Even after minutes of him still attempting to say something else, you remained patient and silent, waiting for him to say what he had to, though you could tell that he was growing frustrated with himself with the way he was clenching and unclenching his fists.
Finally, right as he was about to throw one of his famous fits, you made your way over to him and placed your hand on his arm, giving it a gentle rub, the icy feel of his skin greeting your palm.
Glancing down at you, his frustrated expression had softened, and the look the two of you had exchanged spoke a thousand words and no less.
…
After your silent exchange, you’d wandered off and scavenged an old notepad from Bakugou’s home office and brought it to him, along with a pen. At first, when he took the objects from you, he was a bit skeptical but he was willing to try, there was nothing to lose anyways.
And, with that, he began to write something down, and to his surprise, it was a completely coherent summary of his thoughts and everything he’d wanted to say to you. It seemed that something may have affected the vocal controller part of his brain, but the other parts were fine.
When he finished writing, he handed the notepad to you but held onto the pen, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for you to read what he’d written. Even in his newest state, his penmanship was as neat as usual.
Stop being a dumbass and quit thinking stupid shit that ain’t true. If the same thing happened again I wouldn’t change a thing, even if I end up as an abomination over and over again, I’d do anything to guarantee your safety. Quit fucking blaming yourself for something that was clearly my choice, if the roles were reversed I’m sure you would have done the same shit.
After reading his “beautifully” worded note you chuckled, realizing that this was Bakugou you were talking to, he was an adaptable man who made everything look easy, he was strong, stubborn, and a bit of an idiot at times but you loved him. Nothing had changed aside from his appearance and a few communication problems, but you two could get through that together, so long as you continued to trust each other.
You found yourself looking up at him and grinned, showing just how pleased you were after reading his kind words, to which his eyes widened just the slightest and his cheeks had turned a faint shade of violet, something that didn’t go unnoticed by you as your eyes widened in shock, your grin only growing more sinister.
“Oho, I made the great, proud Bakugou Katsuki blu-”
You were suddenly cut off by a pair of lips that smashed themselves down onto yours for just a few seconds, enough to get you to stop talking mid-sentence, and then pulled away.
“Shut it.” He basically barked at you, though his blush had yet to go away, the zombie suddenly stomped away from you to go and sit on the couch like a big pouty baby.
You, on the other hand, had been a bit stunned, reaching up to touch your lips, not out of disgust or anything of the sort, but more so a feeling of relief.
The two of you hadn’t kissed for a week and some change, this was the first time since he’d turned, but his lips still felt as pillowy as before, though, just like everything else on his body, his lips were cold. Neither of you had initiated a kiss in the past two days he’d been woken up, but… now, everything felt just a little more normal, despite being the complete opposite.
And almost like a light switch, excitement bubbled up inside of you and you went to trail after your beloved boyfriend, tackling him when you neared him on the couch and began to swarm his face in loving kisses.
…
Like I’m Bakugou, turn they soul to fuckin' smoke. Bitch, I’m boutta pop, bitch you know I’m boutta blow up…
There goes Bakugou’s wack-ass ringtone, blaring away into the evening, who the hell could be calling at this time- wait, a fucking minute…
A CALL?!
You glanced up from what you were doing, only to catch the blond’s gaze who seemed to be staring at the same device as you that was currently ringing and sitting on the kitchen table.
Bakugou had been reading a book, only being able to read in the light when he wore his reading glasses, and you had been busying yourself with one of your hobbies (like an old married couple) when the device started to ring.
There was no goddamn way you were getting service right now, sure, the internet worked… sometimes, but for some reason, the phone lines were completely useless so imagine your surprise when Bakugou’s phone suddenly started ringing to life.
You were both frozen in place, unsure of what to do in this situation, neither of you had contact with anyone besides each other and the walkers for months now, who could be calling?
Finally, he dropped his book and stood up, rushing to grab the phone before the ringing stopped and answered the phone, not even bothering to look at the caller ID, putting it on speaker out of habit; it was almost like he subconsciously knew exactly who was calling.
“Hello?”
“BAKUBRO, IS THAT YOU? YOU’RE ALIVE, HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”
The both of you instantly recognized the owner of that voice, eyes widening in perfect sync.
author's note: hello there my lovely readers, great to see you again. i hope you enjoyed chapter two as well as the art. if you didn't notice, i chopped his hair up a wee bit because i think it suits him better sOoOOo, yeah... daddy milkers are my aesthetic. ANYWAYS, part three is coming down the track soon enough so stay tuned.
I actually adore the fact that his face paint is part of his expression and personal symbol- hence why I took it away for the protege au. 📚
Part of Protege!Ekko’s misery isn’t just because he’s forced to work with his opps, but also lack of expression. The clothes that he wears was given and tailored to him by Jayce, but it’s uncomfortable and it isn’t loose-fitting.
Ekko’s Topcity clothes are things that Jayce thinks fits him. And it does to an extent- he wears it well! But with the face paint being frowned upon (and outright banned due to “gang affiliation” during his probation)- he feels like just another NPC.
It’s uncomfortable for him, but he puts up with it for the sake of getting released on time.
oh my god yes 😮💨 !! there’s just something so alluring about monsters and mean people that gets my gears going. aLso, we should totally be moots cause like, you’re such a good writer, i’m deadass about to go and spam the hell out of you real quick tyvm 🚪🏃🏾💨
if you write an extract, or what I call snapshots, of scenarios that you know for sure will happen in your fic, it will maintain your motivation for your fic AND it will make it much easier for you when writing, you can just insert the snapshot wherever you see fit! but only write the extract if you feel motivated to do so and you know exactly what will happen
i wasn’t motivated to finish off chapter one of road to salvation so i did i snapshot of chapter 4 (?) and i feel great. sad i didnt do chapter one but i still feel great
