#ashley williams imagine

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♰ yourself, just you ༻ ASH WILLIAMS.*ೃ˚

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content warning unprotected sex ⋆ oral sex (f receiving) ⋆ piv sex ⋆ pulling out ⋆ r's kinda in a bad mental place ⋆ sex as a coping mechanism ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

summary bad dreams had been creeping up on you after you, Ash and Pablo left for Jacksonville. so you try and relieve them by doing the only thing you think that might help you ; Ash. wordcount 1,1k

authors note in a writers block rn, and in a sucky place mentally, so lets use my sad Meow Meow's to cope 🗣️🤭 listened to a variety of Radiohead songs while writing, mainly Just for this.

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

the hotel room was dark, light snores coming from Pablo who you shared a bed with. Ash had the other bed to himself. you lay on your back, eyes tracing patterns on the crappy ceiling. the road trip to Jacksonville has left you, feeling things, you wish you didn't feel.

you huff, gently shoving the blanket off you and swinging your feet over the side of the bed. you shiver as your feet hit the cold floor, exhaling deeply as you glance around the room. Ash wasn't in his bed, and in the other room you could hear the quiet sounds of something playing on the tv.

you rub the sleep from your eyes, stepping through the doorway as you watch Ash sitting on the couch, arms resting on his knees. he wasn't wearing the metal hand, as it probably lay in his duffel bag by the bed.

you clear your throat, Ash's head snapping towards you. " jesus! scared the hell outta me. " he breathes, leaning back against the couch. he was only in an old wife beater and his underwear, legs spread as he looks at you. you weren't wearing anything better, just your underwear and a baggy tshirt. " did i wake you? " he offers in a quiet tone.

you shake your head, slowly making your way towards him. " can't sleep, " you exhale, your feet carrying you without thinking.

you stand before him, half blocking his view of the tv, though he isn't watching it. " what's up? " his voice is gentle as much as it's intrigued.

" can't stop thinking, " you trail off, and Ash watches you as you step between his legs, pausing.

he leans forward, his knees shifting slightly against your thighs. " can't stop thinking about what? "

" you, "

you suck in a breath as Ash's hand rubs up the side of your bare leg. " yeah? " you nod, closing your eyes out of embarrassment. you really didn't want to admit it, but you were aching for him. the close proximity of the road trip, the bad flirting, the dirty jokes, everything was chipping away at you.

you take a deep breath as you lift a knee over his thigh, sinking it into the couch as the other follows, settling yourself in his lap. he leans back, looking up at you with those sweet, brown eyes. " i need you, Ash. " you whisper, leaning in ever so slightly, his breath mixing with yours.

his stump presses against your lower back, pulling you in as his hand strokes your cheek. your core clenched around nothing at the motion. " yeah, baby? you sure? " his voice is breathy, chest heaving at the close proximity and your admission.

you nod, leaning into his touch, his thumb stroking patterns against your soft skin. Ash doesn't waste another second, pressing his lips against yours in a feverish kiss. a quiet moan slips from between your lips, the soft sound swallowed by Ash's lips.

he grunts, his hand wrapping around your back as he shifts you two, laying you down on the couch as he hovers above you. " i'll take care of you, " he mutters, lips trailing down your jaw and throat. " oh, i'll take care of you, sweet girl. " his voice is low and so disgustingly gentle. your head was swimming with pleasure as he lifted your shirt, exposing your stomach as he pressed open mouthed kisses across the skin.

you knew he would take care of you, his lips and gentle massaging of his hand proving that more than enough. his words were soft and breathy, trying to stay quiet as to not wake Pablo up in the other room as Ash swung your legs over his shoulders.

your back arched as he dove in, lapping at every inch he could reach with his lips and tongue. " come on, pretty thing, that's it, relax and let me take care of you. "

the time passes like a blur, soft sounds being muffled by his big hand, his hips pressing against yours. his thick cock filling you to the brim as he whispered into your ear. " you're taking me so well, you're doing so good, baby. "

each drag was a blur, your fingers clawed up his clothed back as he stuffed you over and over and over. the memories of all the shit that had happened would flood your mind — deadites, your dead friend, the Necronomicon, Ruby, running away — along with the drag of his fat cock against your walls, each vein, each twitch.

your climax came suddenly, eyes rolling back as one hand clamped over your lips to muffle your sounds, the other gripped Ash's shoulder like your life had depended on it.

he wasn't far behind, quietly chanting your name as he neared his end. his whole body shuddered, hips stuttered as he pulled out and came all over your bare stomach, panting harshly against you.

the clean up was a blur too, Ash having wiped you down with something before picking you up and carrying you over to the bed he occupied. he set you down, pulling the blanket over you before getting in himself. the moment he settled into the mattress you curled into his side, an arm draped across his firm stomach.

it didn't take long for you to fall asleep, your mind finally somewhat at peace as Ash stroked your back with his hand. you nuzzled against his chest, exhaling deep as you drifted off.

[bowieandqueen11]

Ash Williams With An Injured S/O Would Include...

Request: Old Ash Williams headcanons where his s/o gets hurt please? Thank you!

Of course my lovely, hopefully these are okay! <3

Warning: mentions of injuries, guns, blood, trauma, and some swearing!

(I do not own the Evil Dead or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @theghostbeaters.)

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Ashley J. Williams knew something was wrong straight away.

It wasn’t due to the unnatural stillness of the cabin he had so long ago grew to detest and yet think of as the only real home he has yet. Nor was it due to the cold mist that seemed to wrap around his legs when he pushed open the bedroom door his sister had once sat in so many years ago, peering in uncertainly with the butt of his gun. Neither was it the cracked surfaces that seemed to smile wretchedly back at him with grinning shards, the grimy pools of muck on the floor that seemed to flicker with strange wisps of figures behind Ashley’s head as he walked forwards tentatively. No, it was the fact that his heart had suddenly turned heavy. Not in a ‘I have to deal with this pile or horse shit again and I’m sick of being the world’s saviour’ kind of way - that was more of a hole revving its way through the pit of his stomach kind of feeling. This was something more. Something far worse. It was as something had finally latched on and tethered itself to his heart, and now it was being tugged.

It was the most pain he had ever been in; it was a love finally come to level him, and Ash wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive it if it tried to steal away his heart too.

Sadly, he wasn’t too surprised to see you run past the outline of the doorway, giggling as you went scurrying down the vacuous hall. Your sing-songy voice followed, each gargled word enunciated sending another shooting pain through his chest. ‘Another one bites the dust, Ashy Slashy. Another lover goooone.’ As he followed your sick, twisted laughter with pounding boots over the floorboards, I swear, you’ve never seen a fury like it.

When he finally reaches the main room again and spots you splayed out on the floor, a Deadite leering over you, let’s just put it bluntly. Ash Williams freaks the fuck out. The blood pooling out and seeping down the cracks in the floor: the ashen, sunken eyes of the demon slipping across it to taunt you, the gasp of annoyance that escapes you as you desperately try to hold your hand over the gushing wound at your side?? Ash just becomes twenty five again.

Not gonna lie, at first he panics. For about ten seconds, which seem to stretch out for an eternity, he feels himself hyperventilating as he moves backwards to hit the wall. As soon as his back touches timber, his face drops morosely as he becomes that scared, gangly young man just trying to enjoy a few days away with his friends. With each new gargle from the Deadite, he can feel the weight of that axe in his hand grow heavier and heavier, until he’s moving to drop it and realising there’s nothing there. 

He can hear it - he can hear it - that laugh. His sister. The basement. That damn laugh. You’re busy trying to sit up now, sliding backwards across the room and towards the trap door. As you sit there, reaching side ways for a piece of glass from the shattered mirror that used to rest over the fireplace, the manic emptiness in your eyes just reminds him of Linda. 

He can’t do this again. He cannot do this again. His fingers spread out against the walls, and he chokes out another breath. He’s trembling. He can’t.

It takes a moment for him to come back round to himself, and a further one for ‘Saviour Ash’ to kick start again. And then he begins to see red cloud his vision. It’s not even like the first time round - when he was scared and alone, but deep down didn’t really care if he lived or died. He just wanted it to end, for the nightmarish hell he’d found himself entrapped within to be over. But with you here now, oh god, with you, he was going to burn down this cabin down splintered timber piece by piece if it meant even dreaming of the chance to keep you alive.

All you can hear is the ringing boom of gun shots, a few rancid screams, and the rev of an overheating chainsaw as you try to fight against unconsciousness. Warm blood splashes over your legs as you try to clamber up the side of the wall, pretending not to notice that the hatch underneath your feet is starting to crash and shake and groan against the weight of the chained lock.

It all becomes a blur from there on. You manage to smash your foot down, with some conceivable effort, onto the elongated neck of whatever new party trick was trying to crawl out from the cellar steps. You can hear Ash yelling in anger, making out through the flutter of your eyelids the way the paintings are flying up dust as they spin across the walls, laughing at Ash’s failure once again. 

Before you collapse, you feel the strong arms of Ash quickly grab onto your shoulders and gently slow your fall, pulling you up towards his heaving chest. Because his joints are so sore, and his shoulders a bit our of whack after all the years of killing Deadites mixed with lifting heavy boxes at S-Mart, it takes a little longer than he’d like to strap you up in his arms and carry you out. But by gosh, does some version of his younger self come bursting out in a hot fury, not allowing himself to make the same mistakes - that caring, scared, protective, brave, young soul comes bursting through the façade as he cradles you in his arms and lifts you up until you’re resting bridle style against his pecs. The determination, yet the pure terror lines his face as he manages to kick the front door nearly straight off its hinges, making sure not to slip as he jogs down the porch steps.

If you had been more lucid, you would have tried to crack a joke about how he was your ‘strapping knight in shining armour coming to the rescue.’ But his breathing was that harsh, and his brow that wrinkled with both old and new stress lines, that you just let him hold you that little bit tighter as he ran towards the Delta. It wasn’t the right time. He wasn’t the right Ash for it.

With some final burst of strength, Ash manages to bundle you into the passenger side of the car, seemingly all jokey jokey and cool and collected as he lifts your feet and tucks them up past the door handle. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t give less of a shit about whether the Delta would be stained. He was too busy trying to keep busy, running around to the other side and stretching past the steering wheel to lift up the edge of your shirt and pretend he knows what he was doing when he pokes at your wound.

I mean, a small part of him does: the man did saw off his own hand before and managed to survive it. The problem is, his hand is shaking too much, and even you can see through the veil of tiredness that seems to be settling over your head that despite his lips moving to say that you’re ‘looking just fine stretched over the seat like that’, he can’t meet your eye dead on. He keeps flicking to the tree line, or down to his hand, or guilty over the blood that’s beginning to stain his fingertips. 

Even worse, you can hear the crack in his voice when he tells you that using his bandages will cost you ten dollars extra.

He apologies genuinely when he sticks some gauze against the wound to try and stem the bleeding as best he can. He’s been through this before, and knows the agonising pain it brings, and it’s killing him that he’s managed to rope the best thing he’s ever had in his life back into the same circle of suffering. He knew better. He knew better. And here you both were, and it was all his fault. Just because he was Ashley Williams. And it just all broke his heart. That he was too broken, too stupid, too him to ever give you the life he had dreamt off back in his bedroom all those years ago, when life still felt worth living.

The last thing you feel before he grabs his jacket from the back seat and tries his best to settle it around your shoulders is the feel of his lips brush hesitantly against yours. It wasn’t the act itself that was unusual, but it was the way his bottom lip shook, and how fragile - how inexperienced they felt. You swore that if you couldn’t hear his foot hit the pedal to rev the engine, and the sound of him still talking shit as he reversed out back into the woodland, you would have seen him. You would have opened your eyes, blinked through the halo of warm light, and made out the blurry outline of a recently shaved, whiskey mop of brown hair, angelic looking smile of one young Ashley J. Williams.

And it just broke your heart too.

[evildeadism]

deadite 101

ash williams x f!reader

word count: 4.4k plot: reader is home alone whilst ash is at work, the night takes a turn when she is attacked by a deadite. ash comes home and fears the worst. (intended to be post aod ash but can be imagined as any era tbh!) warnings: canon typical violence and gore, descriptions of injury, hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of nsfw and nsfw jokes, fluff, soft! ash, mentions of getting high, use of petnames (its ash, what do you expect)

a/n: ash williams is my fave fictional character ever yall, like the love i have for that man is insane...anyways! hope the like 10 evil dead enjoyers on this app like this!!!

You had said goodbye to Ash in the late hours of the afternoon just before he had left for his evening shift at S-Mart. It was just like every other day, the two of you had fallen into a comfortable routine after moving in together.

Ash would work shifts at S-Mart, you would also work and the moments spent together were nothing short of bliss. Getting high at night together whilst spinning a record and the weekend lay-ins after spending the morning fucking each other was also rather heavenly. Date nights were a movie, or maybe a trip to the bar and it would normally end up with the two of you hot and heavy in the back of the delta, which would often continue in your shared bedroom at the apartment.

It may not have been a lot for some people, but for you and Ash? It was perfect. You were happy, he was happy. It was heavenly. Except, of course, for that night.

The apartment building was illuminated by dim lights as you read quietly, the wind howling outside, a few raindrops hitting the window every now and then. Quickly you threw a glance at the clock on the wall. It was 10pm, Ash would be back at any moment.

Settling your eyes back to the book, you nestled into the warm blanket that had bundled you up on the sofa, a small sigh of content slipped past your lips as you slowly sipped on the wine you had in your hand. It was the kind of cozy October nights you’d see in the movies and you couldn’t wait for Ash to get home to share the tranquil scene with him.

The sound of the door opening echoed through the apartment.

“Ash, I’m in here!” You called out without looking up, turning the page of your book.

Silence. 

That was strange. He can usually never shut up when he first comes home from work, or ever for that matter.

“Ash?” You called out again.

Still no answer. 

You were quiet for a moment, listening for any sign of Ash or any kind of movement. But there was nothing, the apartment was still. Eerily still.

Your eyebrows furrowed, slowly placing the book down on the coffee table beside you. An unsettling feeling pooled into your stomach. Pulling off the blanket covers, wine glass still in hand, you peered down the hallway directly at the front door. It was wide open. The light in the hallway outside of your apartment flickered erratically, but there was no one in the doorway.

Your mouth dried as you licked your lips. “Ash, I swear to god if this is some kind of joke, I will kill you” You called out again. 

Silence.

Growing tired of this ridiculousness you marched to the door and slammed it shut. There was still no Ash to be seen anywhere. 

“Fuck” You whispered, facing the door. The gravity of the situation hitting you all at once. Ash always begged you, practically drilled it into you to keep the door and windows locked at all times after what had happened to him at the cabin. And so you did, but you weren’t quite as careful as he was.

You hadn’t experienced what he had, didn’t have the upper hand of witnessing just how fucked up the dead could be. And of course you believed what he said had happened to him was the actual truth, his recurring nightmares, lack of a right hand and the look in his eyes as he very rarely recalled it was anything but fake.

But that was his experience not yours. 

You reassured him time and time again that you were safe and always locked the doors but as time went on you had gotten sloppier, doubting the danger your boyfriend warned you of. Like tonight.

You had forgotten to lock the door after he left. And now there was someone in your house. You doubted that the villains Ash faced in that cabin those years ago were in your home but regardless, someone or something was.

The floorboards behind you squeaked ever so slightly, pulling you back to the present. At the sound your tear pricked eyes widened in horror as your breath became heavier and heavier by the second. Despite your brain screaming at you not to, slowly, oh so slowly you turned around.

A million things rushed through your mind, a murderer, thief and somewhere desperately in your mind you had hoped this was Ash pulling a stupid prank on you. But what you came face to face with was more horrifying than anything even the twisted of minds could’ve comprehended.

The person. No. Creature, in front of you looked like nothing short of a nightmare. Clothes ripped up and covered in dirt and blood, skin a pale and sickly gray peeling off and decaying in spots of blood and body matter, and the eyes? Oh the eyes, a terrifying striking white that pierced straight into you, through you. The wine glass you were holding fell through your now clammy and shaky hands, shattering into tiny pieces on the floor with a loud smash.

The, what once was a man, grinned slowly, baring its rotten and blood stained teeth. You tried to step back but your back met the door with a dull thud. A slight whimper escaped as you realized there was no clear way of escaping, not without a fight. 

“No, Ashy slashy here to protect you” It spoke in a horrifyingly deep and monstrous tone, tilting its head at you, that terrifying grin still sporting its face. 

Upon his words, your instincts finally kicked in, coming out of the paralysis that had held you still for so long and you instantly bolted to the left and into the kitchen, eyes immediately settling on the knife holder.

Always find a weapon first Ash had said to you once before, while giving you a cautionary 101 on killing a deadite This thing is not human, it is hardly gonna go down with just a kick in the nuts. You stretched your arm out leaping for the biggest butcher knife, fingers merely brushing the handle but the deadite was fast, too fast. A hand snaked around your calf and yanked you down with strength, your body slamming into the floor bringing the knives down with you, a large clatter to the floor. Without looking back you tried to reach for the knife closest to you on the ground but your leg was yanked harder, pulling you away from your only source of a weapon “No!” You cried out in fear. 

Another hand sneaked around your other calf and the thing started to pull harder, pulling your body towards him. You screamed in terror. Panic swarming your brain, vision going foggy.

Was this it? You thought to yourself. A death so quick and so painful. Leaving your corpse here for Ash to find, another loss left for him to mourn as if his sister, ex-girlfriend and friends weren’t enough. Now at some point, you’re probably gonna go into panic mode, you won’t be able to see, hear or even think about anything except for the inevitable gruesome death that awaits you. Well, good news! Death is only inevitable if you let it be inevitable. Are you gonna go out without a fight? No! Well, maybe if you’re a pussy but if you’re anything like me, you’ll clear your head and there’ll only be one thing on your mind. Survival. 

With a grunt and new found resolve you started to squirm out of its grasp fighting against its hold on you, arms reaching for the butcher knife. The deadite struggled against you as you heaved and writhed, slowly and slowly inching closer to your prize. Suddenly the deadite let go of your legs, without looking back or checking to see what it was doing you surged toward the knife until you felt something heavy on your back. With horror you realized, the deadite was crawling on top of you. 

Paralyzed by fear, you stopped struggling and involuntarily started to hold your breath. Everything was a painful quiet except for the deadites' ragged breathing coming closer and closer. Does it even breathe? You thought to yourself but the thought quickly died as you felt its torso press into your back, its face slowly entering your peripheral vision, mere inches away from your face, so much so you could smell the dank repugnant smell of death and rotting rolling off of the corpse. 

Slowly, as if not to disturb the deadite, you wiggled your fingers in search of the knife. Finally you brushed the handle and let out a breath of relief and victory but just as your hand gripped it, a much larger hand came down on your wrist and snapped it in the opposite direction. An ear piercing scream tore through you as waves of shock ebbed through your wrist, the deadites firm grasp still on your now limp hand as it laughed wickedly in your ear.

You shut your eyes in fear and whimpered quietly, tears rolling down your face. The deadite will corner you into a difficult position, but you can use this to your advantage, there is always a way out and if the deadite thinks it has you, its guard will be low. Now is the time to lay a blow to the sucker.

“Don’t cry, we’re just getting started'' It growled in your ear in that gravelly monstrous voice, followed by a low chuckle that sounded like the hordes of hell opening up. Gritting your teeth you prepared yourself for your attack, a guttural roar escaping you as you quickly lifted yourself up, using your working wrist and the limited body strength you had left and smacked your head into its chin. 

It let go of its grasp on you and instantly your working hand grabbed the knife, you leapt to your feet, turning around to face the deadite that was staring you down, teeth bared angrily. It was pissed. But so were you.

There's only so much cat and mouse you can take before the anger starts, and that is when you know you have a fighting chance. “Let’s go, fucker” You spat at it, the monster grinned, evidently entertained by your new found courage. With an angry scream you charged at the deadite with the knife in hand. Instantly it caught you by the throat and started to squeeze, your eyes bulged out of your head in shock, desperate for breath and head turning lighter and lighter by the second.

Your vision was starting to dip and your body started to feel like it was melting away before in the corner of your eye you saw the glimmer of the knife. You looked back at the deadite with wild eyes and rammed the knife through the wrist that was held up to your throat. It screeched in response and finally dropped your neck, stumbling back. 

Taking deep panicky gulps of breath, grateful to drink in the air you looked up cautiously at the deadite. Your hand ghosted over the throbbing on your neck, it was bound to be bruised soon. The deadite still had the knife embedded in its arm as it peered at you and a chill ran down your spine. In doubt, run.

You broke out into a sprint, eyes locking on the door but the deadite caught up, grabbing you forcefully by the hair and pulling you back, making you shriek in agony. It grabbed your waist and with a mighty strength, threw you down onto the shards of the broken wine glass scattered by the door. Glass shards pierced into your hands and arms catching your already injured wrist, scratching your cheek leaving a trail of crimson blood dripping down your face. 

Groaning in pain you slowly shifted your body to turn around, the deadite loomed above you pulling the knife out of its arm with a sickly squelch and throwing it to the side with a heavy clang. Hand feeling around the sharp glass, body tired and in an excruciating pain you looked up with weary eyes. The deadite lunged forward.

Remember, ANYTHING can be a weapon. In one swift movement you grabbed a large shard of glass and rammed it into its neck. You grabbed another shard of glass and plunged it into its right eye. With a high pitched scream it backed away slowly, howling in pain.

Weakly, you stood up with a wince. Stumbling towards the countertop you grabbed a heavy wooden chopping board and stalked towards the deadite and with a battle cry, in one fellow swoop, knocked its head so hard, you were almost positive its head would roll off. The crack of its neck reverberated in the apartment and with a thud, its body fell to the floor motionless.

You stared down at the seemingly dead corpse, panting heavily. This one is important, trust me, the dead can play dead pretty well. You have to completely destroy the corpse, to pieces. You smashed the cutting board into the deadite again, and again, until if it wasn't for the slight remnant of a face, it didn’t even look like a body anymore. 

Finally happy with your work you dropped the board onto the floor with a thick bang. You walked backwards and cradled your aching wrist, weary wide eyes never leaving the monster in front of you. And that, baby, is how you kill a deadite. 

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Even before Ash had entered the apartment he knew something was up, he always knew when it came to the deadites, of course that didn’t mean he had quite expected the scene that layed in front of him.

His eyes widened in horror as he saw the deadite corpse lying in the hallway. He instantly rushed in, but the sound of something crunching under his shoes drew him to a halt. Confused, he looked down to find shards of glass covered in blood. Dropping his stuff right there and then he looked around the apartment frantically calling out your name. Stepping carefully around the deadite and inspecting the mush that was once a body, “Definitely dead” Ash murmured, his eyes fell on the discarded knife just a few feet away from the corpse, he swiftly picked it up, just in case. Ash called out your name again.

“Ash?” A voice quietly responded.

Ash whipped around, to find you huddled in the corner. Resisting the urge to rush over to you immediately, Ash slowly crept towards the corner you had hidden yourself in, he knew all too well that if that deadite was truly dead then there was a chance the kandarian demon had now possessed you. Despite his mind screaming to make sure you were okay, first, he had to make sure you were really, well, you.

He couldn’t quite see your face due to the dim lighting of the apartment, and the corner you had crept into was particularly dark. He very quietly said your name, slowly advancing. Finally you looked up. Your face, though streaked with blood and tears, was yours. Ash let out a breath of relief, quickly dropping the knife and instantly running to your side. Slowly he sank to your height

You looked up at him with wide eyes, full of relief. “Ash, thank god” You breathed. His eyes frantically scanned you looking for any injuries, they widened when finding your bent wrist, carefully he took hold of it and moved it towards him. You whimpered in pain. “Shh, shh, it’s okay” He said. “You’re safe”

Continuing his scan he found numerous cuts along your arms, some even with shards of glass nestled deeply into the wound. “You need to go to the hospital, baby”

“Ash,” You hoarsely whispered.

“Can you get up?” 

“Ash-”

“These could get infected, we should go now”

“Ash!” You sharply called, finally gaining his attention. Ash looked up at you, eyes falling on your face, his gaze softened. 

“Fuck,” He sighed, eyes tracing the cut on your face, his non-metal hand softly came up to your cheek, you nestled into his hand beyond relieved to feel his touch, to finally feel safe.

You swallowed dryly, casting your gaze behind your lover, and onto the dishevelled corpse “Is it…gone?” 

Ash gently pulled your cheek back to face him, looking away from the deadite. “Yeah, It’s gone” 

He sighed heavily, casting another glance behind him at the corpse. “How did it get in here?” He frantically asked. "I mean the door is always locked” Ash shook his head in confusion, turning back to you.

You looked down guiltily and gulped slowly. Fuck your throat still hurt from the deathgrip the deadite had on your neck. 

Ash’s eyes narrowed at you. “The door was locked, right?” 

You remained quiet, still refusing to meet his eyes. He said your name slowly, “Tell me you locked the door."

You bit your lip. “Ash, liste-”

He scoffed in disbelief, cutting you off, hand pulling away from your cheek. “You’ve gotta be shitting me”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, still refusing to meet his eyes, instantly missing his touch on your skin.

“Why do you think I always say that crap? For fun?” He angrily asked, hand rubbing his eyes in frustration. “I say it so shit like this doesn’t happen!” 

His voice grew louder and you flinched instinctively. Ash bit his tongue and shook his head regretfully. Both his hands took yours, carefully and gently held your broken wrist. “I’m sorry, I just-”

“I know, it's okay, I’m just jumpy” You said, cutting him off. “Every time I close my eyes or hear a slight noise I just think that thing is gonna come back and finish the job” 

“It’s not gonna come back” He reassured you confidently.

You gave him a faint and tired smile while nodding. “You’re right anyways, I should’ve locked the door I just never y’know expected...” Your sentence died on your tongue you couldn’t even will the words out. 

“I know” He responded, giving you that knowing look because of course he knew what it felt like. You looked into those brown doe eyes you had grown to love and find comfort in and felt your lip wobble ever so slightly, tears pricking at your eyes, you cast your gaze back down, not wanting to break and burst into tears.

But the tears were strong and a quiet sob escaped you.

“Hey, come on look at me” Ash said head bobbing to try and catch your eyes. You timidly looked up, and Ash swiped a tear away with his thumb. “Are you okay?”

You lifted an eyebrow at his words. “Yeah” He chuckled. “It’s a stupid question, I know” He threw his gaze behind him to the still deadite. 

A faint smile played on his lip as he looked back at you. “You beat the crap out of it though” 

You smiled back, sniffing ever so slightly. “Had a good teacher, I remembered all those tips” 

“Damn right you did, What did you beat it with anyways?”

“A chopping board” You responded

He let out another amused chuckle. “That ought to do it”

“Well, I seem to remember someone telling me anything is a weapon”

Ash nodded proudly, “Atta girl”

You blushed softly at the endearment. Ash gave you a knowing smile, thumb slowly drawing circles on your skin. “It did, however, beat the crap out of you and there's no shame in that, I mean hey, I lost my hand to those bastards. But we need to go to the hospital”

You nodded. “I know can we, please, just sit a little, I just need a second”

He nodded timidly as the two of you sat, hands intertwined. “Hey, on the bright side I don’t seem so batshit crazy now do I?” Ash shrugged in a joking tone.

You let out a small laugh. “Ash, I’ll always think your crazy”

Ash smiled in response and the apartment fell silent again, another chill drawing down your spine. The stillness of the apartment was unsettling after the attack and you felt your heartbeat start to speed up, you needed to distract yourself before you had a full blown panic attack. You cleared your throat ever so slightly, “So, those things, that’s what you fought off back in the cabin?” 

“Yeah,” Ash’s smile faltered ever so slightly.

You considered him for a moment and shook your head. “Just one of those fuckers nearly finished me off and yet you fought god knows how many and survived” 

“Well, I don’t mean to brag but I am the king, sugar” Ash responded, a smug smirk appearing on his face.

You rolled your eyes playfully at him. You always knew Ash was strong, I mean physically of course he was built particularly well and from what he had told you he was a fucking god when it came to combat. But this put it in proportion, to have survived that many of those things takes something truly incredible in a person. 

People would probably describe Ash as lucky for what he survived and he would most likely grunt in response and say some crap like, “Lucky? That’s one way of putting it”. Because it wasn’t luck to have lost his sister, his girlfriend and his friends all in one night. To have to live with the memory of their gruesome deaths, no, there was nothing lucky about that. Ash would never admit it because it made him feel weak but at the end of the day he was a victim and a survivor, and if survivors guilt was personified it would be personified in Ashley fucking Williams. 

You peered at him slowly. “Ash?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, I mean, I know I’ve said it before but now that I..” Your sentence trailed off your mind still unable to process what had just happened. “You have no idea how glad and lucky I am to have met you, let alone be with you” You spoke quietly. “How glad I am that you lived, and that you’re here, with me”

Ash was never very good at being in touch with his emotions and you knew that but that didn’t mean he was immune to them, and you hadn’t noticed the slight shimmer in his eyes and the gulp of breath he took in. He blinked slowly for a while, and for one of the first times in his life he was speechless, you had hit something buried in the deep crevices of his mind and my god, did it feel strangely good. Quickly trying to recover himself he plastered on that obnoxious smirk that didn’t quite erase the gentle look in his eyes. “Hey, me too babe” 

Awkwardly coughing, Ash’s eyes flickered down to your neck and his smirk dropped, jaw flexing and eyes widening again “Hey, what the fuck happened to your neck?”

Your hand flew out of his and instinctively brushed the stinging skin, you winced in pain.

“No, no” Ash pulled your hand away from your neck, taking soft grasp of it again, his eyes still focused on the blue-purple bruise forming across your neck. “Don’t touch it”

“Is it bad?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern, panic rising.

Ash scoffed. “Uh, Yeah it’s bad, babe”. Noticing your worried face, he cleared his throat. “Nothing that won’t heal though, Uh don’t worry, just you know I wouldn’t recommend doing anything too strenuous with your throat”

You chuckled quietly. “Sorry, Ash, no blowjobs for a while”

Ash smiled at you but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. You cocked your head ever so slightly at him, a dirty joke that he didn't laugh at? Something was definitely up with him.

You watched him, the way his gaze lingered on your throat and wrist, the look in his eyes, it was the same look he had whenever he spoke about the cabin or his friends, his sister. You cleared your throat but the sensation made your already sore neck sting a little. “Ash, you know I’m gonna be okay, right?”

Ash lowered his head ever so slightly, ducking so he couldn’t meet your eyes. “I should have been here”

“Hey, come on that’s not fair to yourself”

He shook his head quietly.

“I mean I was the one who forgot to lock the door, you know, you were at work, as you should have been” You explained softly, his head remained hung.

“Ash, look at me” He reluctantly looked up, a tired look in his eyes. You tugged on his hand ever so slightly. “This is not the cabin, this is not your fault” 

He blinked quickly, that strange sensation from earlier coming back. Ash’s thumb swept over your hand again as the two of you peered at each other. You both sat in comfortable silence for a few moments before Ash finally stood up, offering you a hand. “Right, come on my little deadite slayer, you gotta go to the hospital”

You wanted to protest, not wanting to move at all but you knew he was right. Putting your non-injured hand in his he pulled you up, all the pain rushed through your body and you let out a cry. “Woah, come on, sugar, I got you” Ash reassured, an arm hooking around your waist so you could lean in to him as the two of you started to stumble to the door. 

Ash came to a halt just as the two of you reached the deadite corpse. You looked up at him quizzically and he looked back at you softly as he nervously licked his lips. “You know that I-” He cleared his throat. “That I, well-”

Ash always struggled to say I love you, but you knew.

“Yeah, I know” A big smile erupted on your face. “Me too”

Ash nervously let out a huff of air before planting a kiss on the top of your head, you smiled to yourself before the two of you continued towards the door, carefully stepping over the deadite mess.

“Y’know for future reference, the shotguns in the closet” He said.

“And you couldn't have told me that while you were giving me one of your ‘deadite 101’ lectures?”

“Now that would’ve made it to too easy for you”

You rolled your eyes playfully, as he opened the door and gently guided you through. The door shut, leaving the horror of the night behind. Ash pulled you back into him, leaning against his chest, the two of you stumbling down the hall.

“So,” You cleared your throat, “When do I get to use the chainsaw?”

“Oh you’re not ready for that yet, kid”

[non4ry]

drew some of my favorite resi girlies as my little ponies for funsies ^_^

designs are f2u with credit! also check the notes for me just infodumping about my horse designs lol

[elliespuns]

If there's ANYONE I'd ever want to meet it'd be Ashley Johnson.

[major-alenko]

sometimes, I think about how when Ashley dies on Virmire she gets awards and posthumous recognition from the salarians and the turians but if Kaidan dies all he gets is a memorial fund for the Ascension Project and it makes me so sad. like nobody cares or recognises his sacrifice, except for like his parents/whoever set the fund up (Anderson, maybe?)

absolutely devastating.

[x-aefx]

Back to you - Ellie Williams

Part four/

Warnings: internalized homophobia.

Summary: college!ellie au. Having once been close friends, Ellie and you begin to talk again while new feelings bloom and old ones return.

Tags: @blairfox04

Pairing: Ellie Williams x female reader

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Perhaps Dina meant tomorrow or the day after to go speak with Ellie, and maybe that was what you would’ve done if it was someone else, but it was Ellie and you were worried. You made up some shit excuse and escaped the party. The cold air hitting your skin yet you didn’t feel it as you walked to Ellie’s dorm. Your mind was a million leagues away from the present.

Cars past you and people stared. Stared at the girl speeding as fast as she could in her heeled shoes, trying to reach the person she has once again grown to care for like she had two years ago.

When you reached her dorm you didn’t stop or slow down, you didn’t let the relief take you. You made your way In front of her door and knocked your knuckles against the wood six times.

“Go away” you faintly heard the voice inside.

“Ellie I came to talk. Dina’s worried about you and-and so am I.” your chest tightened once the words left your lips.

It was silent as Ellie processed your words. You didn’t hear her make her way to the door, only when it swung open did you know she had been listening.

“well here I am, in one piece fully functioning. You can go now.” Ellie spoke flatly but her eyes were slightly red and her hair less neat then it was at the party. She no longer looked comfortable or relaxed.

“I didn’t come all this way for one quick glance, Ellie. I am worried.” You frowned. This wasn’t the Ellie you had been speaking with at the party, no this was an entirely different Ellie.

Ellie said nothing. You gestured inside her dorm, eyebrows raised. Ellie remained silent as she continued looking at you. Silently she stepped out of the way to let you inside her dorm room. You sighed realizing this would be harder than you thought, but you made your way inside her dorm.

It was just as you remembered except a few added drawings hung on the wall, along with her guitar and her shelf was filled with more cd’s and vinyl’s then last time. Her walls were covered in band and space posters, polaroid pictures and art pieces you knew she had done herself. Her desk was messy to you, but to Ellie it was organized in a way only she could understand. Her bed wasn’t made so you assumed she had been laying in it before you interrupted. She had more dorm space as you due to the absence of a roommate, the last one dropping out in the first year and no one had taken her place.

Your eyes moved to the drawings on her wall. You smiled as you observed one of Ellie squished in-between her father, Joel, and her sister, Sarah on the steps of their farmhouse. Beside it was one of Sarah and her now boyfriend, smiling as they sat beside each other on the couch. She had a drawing of her father playing the guitar and another of him and his brother, Tommy. You always envied her large happy family.

You turned around to the sound of a lid been lifted from a metal box. Ellie’s hand digging around until her fingers clutched around something.

You watched as she took her lighter and moved it to the bottom of the pre rolled joint. Bringing it to her lips she inhaled it slowly before exhaling. You watched the smoke as it left her lips. Ellie walked towards you, stopping inches away from your body.

“you’ve had more than a quick glance now. You can leave.” Ellie’s voice came out in a raspy whisper. Her confidence and cockiness radiating off of her.

“I know.” You whispered back, eyes never straying from her green ones.

“yet here you are.” You could feel Ellie’s warm breath on your face.

“here I am.”

Ellie watched you with an odd expression, one you had never seen her direct towards you before. It was like she was searching your mind, almost desperately trying to find something in your eyes. Her gaze stayed intensely on you for what felt like hours before she took a step back and moved to her bed. She laid with a hand under her head that rested on the soft pillows and the other bringing the joint back to her lips. Ellie closed her eyes as she inhaled the smoke, blowing it out she turned her head to you and opened her eyes, quirking a brow

“if your going to stay, there’s no point in just standing there like a statue. I don’t bite.” Ellie smirked, her voice mocking.

Without thinking you moved to the bed, laying down flat on your back, hands resting on your stomach right beside Ellie. It was just the two of you, the closest you had ever been with her in two years.

Ellie handed you the joint which you accepted. You two sat in silence. There was so much you wanted to ask her, so many unanswered questions, but you didn’t know where to start or how to say any of it. You let the weed bring your mind to ease. You enjoyed the floating feeling it caused your body.

“why did you come here.” Ellie mumbled, eyes glued to the ceiling.

“To see if you were ok.” You answered truthfully.

Ellie frowned but didn’t say anything.

“why did you leave the party?” came your next question.

Again Ellie said nothing. You turned on your side to face her.

“I thought we were getting along. Like old times.” You mumbled. Your eyes took in every freckle on her face, the way the green in her eyes seemed even brighter tonight, the auburn hair that rested on her forehead.

“I thought so too.” Ellie muttered back, her eyes briefly meeting yours before turning back to the ceiling.

“then why did you leave.” You repeat your earlier question.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Ellie avoided answering your question by asking one of her own.

“I already told you. I was worried about you.” You said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, because you thought it was.

Ellie snorted, “you left prince charming and all the other boys who were eying you up because you were worried about me, consider me flattered.” Her tone was bitter, her head struggling to contain her feelings any longer.

You were shocked. Shocked by her words and the effect they had on you.

“I’ll always worry about you Ellie.” You whispered, only for her to hear, “for some reason, no matter who I’m with or what I’m doing, my mind always comes back to you. At times I think that’s the only reason I was put on this Earth, to worry about you.” You smiled warmly at her. The weed making feelings you were previously ashamed off seem good.

Ellie smiled, a genuine one. She turned her head to meet your eyes, “sometimes I think the only reason I’m still on this Earth, is because even if I left, I would still find my way back to you.” Came her whispered response. Her words made your body lose all air.

“Then what happened?” you urged her for an answer, but Ellie turned her gaze back to the ceiling.

You stopped the disappointed sigh from escaping your lips in an effort to not make her feel too bad. Your heart was heavy in your chest but one word from Ellie could make it beat with life in an instant.

The two of you lay in the bed, the only sound coming from the record player you only now noticed. The weed made you feel light.

“I stopped talking to you because I was scared.” After a long moment, Ellie finally spoke up.

“Scared? Of what?” you couldn’t hide the shock in your voice. You lay on your side to face her.

“I remember getting all excited after the summer holidays in first year, I think the only reason I didn’t drop was because I knew being in college would mean getting back to you. “ Ellie’s voice got softer, her eyes still glued to the ceiling as she took a drag.

You frowned. You wanted an answer to your question and you were unsure of where this story was going or the meaning behind it. You pushed down the butterflies flying around in your stomach.

Ellie continued, “I had it all planned out, like some fucking weirdo. I remember standing outside that café that Dina said you were at for at least five minutes, before I got the courage to go speak with you. I eventually went in and immediately recognized your laugh. I followed it until I spotted you near the back. With some fucker I didn’t know the name of. It was the shittiest feeling in the world. I felt like I just got punched in the stomach and everyone was laughing at me. It hurt so much that I couldn’t move. I watched him say some bullshit that made you laugh again, I watched his hand touch your arm. I watched it all completely terrified. “

Ellie turned on her side to face you.

“I was scared because of the feelings seeing you with someone else caused, seeing you with a boy. I wanted nothing more than to punch that fucker in the face, simply for talking to you. I was scared he would take you away from me. I was even more scared about feeling that way and having those thoughts about you. “

You realized what Ellie was saying to you. You realized why she avoided you.

“you had feelings for me.” The words came out in a hushed whisper as you looked at her in surprise. It wasn’t a question, you just needed to hear Ellie confirm those words.

“I have feelings for you. Man I thought if I kept my distance from you, then those feelings would go away. “ Ellie chuckled to herself before muttering, “like fuck they did.”

It was quiet.

You tried to process her words, and Ellie waited and watched you as you did.

Her hand travelled from the duvet you both rested on, to your hips. Her hands gently grazed over the fabric of your dress before moving to your waist where her hand rested for a moment. Ellie never broke her gaze from yours. She silently admired your beauty, your eyes, your concentrated look on your face as you tried to understand her words. She smiled softy at that thought. For years she has been bottling up those feelings, and although she would’ve hoped to say them in a more romantic way, she was glad she finally said them.

Without warning she cupped your jaw, her thumb caressing the side of your face. Ellie was much closer now than before. Her eyes darkened and the room grew eerily silent yet your mind was chaos.

You don’t know why you did it, what compelled you in that moment. But when you felt her surprisingly soft lips on yours, your eyes closed and you kissed her back.

Ellie moved until she was now on top of you. You felt her smile slightly against you. Your heart sped so fast you worried she could hear it. She laced her hands with yours against the bed, her legs on either side of you.

You were foolish to think such a perfect moment could last forever. The reality of the situation brining you back to the present, made you realize what was happening and how you weren’t trying to stop it.

You pulled away. Ellie frowned. She looked hurt and confused and that made you feel even more guilty.

Ellie moved off of you, looking at you cautiously as she waited for you to say something.

Your breathing quickened as you grew fully aware of what was happening. Your mind plunged back into the familiar chaos. You looked at your surroundings and then at the beautiful girl beside you, the girl you knew you were hurting in that moment.

“I’m so sorry-I-I need to leave.” You stammered. Quickly you moved off the bed and towards the door.

“Y/N.” Ellie called out after you. Ellie grabbed your arm in an attempt to calm you and to make you hear her words, but you couldn’t comprehend any of it.

“Stay with me. Please. Don’t leave. We can talk this out-“

You only managed to shake your head as you pulled away from her grasp. You left her dorm with eyes full of tears. It was only when you reached the very end of the hall, out of Ellie’s view, did you crumple against the wall.

Your body was shaking. This wasn’t you.

You didn’t like girls. You couldn’t like girls. You liked boys.

More tears streamed down your cheeks as you thought back to all the wonderful feelings Ellie caused you and how no boy ever made you feel that way. Ever.

What have you done?

[fandomnerd9602]

Days of You & Me

Ellie Williams x Reader

For @deafeningsharkslimeempath

You continue to strum your guitar. Ellie lets out a simple smile. "Joel used to play that for me" she smiles.

"It's a good song, I know Prime agrees" you smirk as you give your Optimus Prime action figure a little fist bump.

If I ever were to lose you, I'd surely lose myself. You strum your guitar.

Everything I have held dear, i've not found by myself.

Try and sometimes you'll succeed to make this man of me.

The tears start to flow from your eyes. Joel. Your parents. How did you remain immune? Invisible to the clickers' eyes.

All of my stolen, missing parts, I've no need for anymore

I believe. I believe cause I can see...

You look to Ellie

Our future days. Days of you and me.

Ellie curls into your side. Her mind racing. All she wanted was a place to call home. Some place warm and caring.

Well at least she could find that with you. A little fire in between you and her. It was warm and you were quite caring.

And for the first time in a long time, Ellie smiles. You are her home.

Days of you and me. Your little guitar playing comes to its end.

"Can you play it for me again? Please?" Ellie looks at you a little sad.

"Of course." you quietly answer back.

[mr-e-nigma]

Never forget that Ash canonically played D&D in high school

[ashleysboomstick]

Admiring The View

(very) Short Imagine

Ash Williams x Reader

Warnings: No warnings, just ☝(admiring the view)

Ash, settled below your waist, head resting between your thighs and arms wrapped around loosely.

Panting, in a daze, Ash slowly lifts his head up to look at you. As if he's seen an angel for the first time, his eyes softened with adoration.

(I wasn't kidding on how short I was lol)

[dumbfuck-mojave]

Bottle for Two🥂

Franchise: The Evil Dead

Pairings: Ash Williams x Reader

Also Featured: Shelly, Scotty, Cheryl, random college students I made up. Mentions of Chet, Linda and Brock. 

Warnings: None really. Swearing. A few mentions of both alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages, but only for a few sentences. Reader is reluctant to play spin the bottle, but only because Ash is there.  Active consent is asked and given throughout the entire thing! Don’t let anyone force you into anything, dear readers. Also sorry for the bloody gif my man just looks FINE in it. Homosexual activity is present /j. 

A/N: This was super fun to write!! Got a bit caught up in letter commissions last month so I kind of neglected actual writing but I have so many ideas, I just need to sit down and do them. This takes place before the first movie! Ashley still has both of his hands and everyone is a bit younger. I hope you enjoy, I love writing for Ash!!

Word Count: 1,672

@f1nalboys @goodguydxll @skeletonsinthebasement @horrorstolemyheart @early20sfailingplenty @sassypotatomoose​ <333

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“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“I just don’t know.” You sigh, turning back to the fridge as you search for another drink.

“If they don’t want to do it, they don’t want to do it,” Cheryl joined in on the conversation, having come into the kitchen for a drink herself, “Forcing them to say yes is compulsion, you know. It can count as a criminal offense.”

“They’re not saying yes or no, they’re just saying 'I don't know’ over and over!” Sadie retorted, her gaze softening as she looked back at you, “Listen, if you don’t actually want to do it I’ll stop asking. But we both know the real reason you’re saying no.”

“Yeah, and what’s that?” You scoff, cracking open a can with your pointer finger while still tapping the sides with your other ones. The soda fizzed anyway. 

“Yeah, what is that?” Cheryl asked, her brows scrunched up in confusion. It was cute. 

“They just don’t want to play because Ash is here~” Sadie said in a sing-song voice, leaning towards you with a cocky grin on her face.

“Oh, grow up. It’s not because of that.” You roll your eyes, making your way back out to the living room.

“It so is!” Sadie laughed, following after you, “It’s understandable, even! We’ve all seen him, he’s a hunk of-”

“Um, ew.” Cheryl cut her off, but then looked over at you, “Is that really the reason?”

You blush. 

“Yep, your face is hot!” Sadie exclaimed, putting her hand up to your cheek, “Don’t try to hide it, body indicators tell all!”

“Maybe it’s because I’m not a cold-blooded worm like you.” You simper, sipping your drink with a calm expression.

“Hey, at least Ash likes cold-blooded things! Isn’t that so Cheryl? Like iguanas and stuff?”

“Ugh, yes. He used to beg dad for a snake every Christmas growing up.” 

“A snake, huh? Fitting, considering his-”

“Both of you hush up!” You whirl around just outside the entrance of the massive living room, “No more talk about blushing or Ash’s snake, okay?”

“So, what’s your answer then? Will you play?” Sadie raised her eyebrows at you.

You sigh, looking over your shoulder at Ash’s hunched form on the couch.

“You know what? Fine. I’ll play.”

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“Alright, is everyone ready?” Scotty huffed as he straightened up, having just pushed the large glass coffee table off to the side so everyone could sit on the floor together.

“Ready!” Angela squeaked, falling chest first onto the pillow in front of her. You could see her boyfriend, Danny, eyeing her a few spots down for you. Oh yeah, this would be a fun night. 

Out of the fifteen people at the party, twelve were playing the game. You, Ash, Sadie, Shelly, Scotty, Dave, Angela, Danny, Tonya, Erin, Michael, and Mickey. The party’s host, Christina, had gone upstairs to talk to her parents about an apparent ‘family emergency' and Cheryl and Ginny were curled up above everyone on the couch. Both had chosen to sit out to be spared the awkwardness of having the bottle land on their sibling, and now chatted away without a care in the world. You noticed how flustered Cheryl got as Ginny leaned into her and you smiled. 

“Alright, a few warnings for everyone!” Shelly spoke up, laying back against her pillows like a Canova statue, “If you don’t kiss in ten seconds, you have to French. Couples, if you get mad at your partner kissing someone else, get your head out of your ass! You both agreed to play this game. Finally, don’t be scared! We may whistle and holler, but seriously. We’re all just here to have a good time, agreed?”

“Agreed!” The lot of you piped up, a few nodding their heads as well. Shelly clapped, a brilliant smile on her face, and leaned forward to set the empty beer bottle down on the cardboard piece that had been thrown in the middle of the circle.

“Then let the game begin!” 

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“Alright Y/N, it’s your turn~” Shelly crooned, straightening the bottle out. You clear your throat and square your shoulders, nodding. 

“Okay, I’m ready.”

Being the forth to go, you had already witnessed some of the action caused by the game. Danny miraculously got Angela on his spin and for a game with a French kiss rule, they were somehow too intimate for any public setting. Dave’s spin landed on Erin, who now sat with his face in his hands, red sweeping up his freckled neck. Michael’s landed on Mickey, who had turned away from comforting Erin to give her boyfriend a swift peck on the lips, much to the displeasure of the other players. No matter gender or relationship status, they wanted passion and you feared for how they would react on your turn. 

There was another reason you hadn’t wanted to play this game, and you looked upon in horror as the neck of the bottle slowed to point at your first reason. 

Ash, despite being almost directly across from you, had not looked at you the whole game. He sat crisscrossed between Shelly and Mickey, the former of which had been whispering and giggling to him since the start. You weren’t jealous, no, but a feeling had formed in your stomach. Like you were witnessing something you weren’t supposed to be in on. 

But now he looked at you, wide eyed and owlish, as Shelly jumped up.

“Y/N and Ash!”

“I, uh, shit-” You stutter out, matching Ash’s expression. 

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Scotty barked out, nudging Danny beside him, “Go on, lovebirds! Have at it!”

“Scotty, enough!” Shelly chastised, sending a cool glare his way. Scotty folded under her stare, shutting up immediately. 

“I’d rather we do it in private, if that’s okay.” Ash spoke up, looking at Shelly with a strange expression. 

“Oh, c’mon! That’s not-”

“WE CAN MAKE AN EXCEPTION, DANNY!” Shelly cut him off with a loud growl, waving her hand towards Ash, “Of course you can, no worries.”

“Thank you,” Ash whispered out quickly before getting up and strutting towards you, holding out his hand, “You ready, Y/N?”

“Yeah.” You were confused, but grateful. Ash pulled you up and quickly made his way towards the dark stairs, which lead a steep path up to the unlit second floor. 

Christina still hadn’t come out of her room, the first one on left, but you didn’t have time to think on it as Ash herded you into the third room down, closing the door behind him and locking it. 

“Let me explain-”

“Thank you,” You said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, “I, um, it was stupid of me to agree to play.”

Ash raised an eyebrow at you, and you scrambled quickly to clarify. 

“Not because of you! Really, you were my top choice, I just…I’ve never done this before.”

“Spin the bottle?” Ash queried, sitting down next to you once you nodded in confirmation at his non-verbal prompt. 

“No. I mean, yes, but it’s bigger than that.” You grew quiet at that, the energy thick in the room. 

“You’ve…never kissed someone before, have you.”

“Very observant.” You chuckled to yourself, not meeting his eye. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“Strange, because I’m usually very not so.” Ash laughed as well, and it helped ease your nerves. You turn to face him as his hand finds a place on your shoulder. 

“Listen, we really don’t have to do this. We can just say we did it and if anyone argues Shelly can yell at them for us. Or we can just be direct, we didn’t do it because you were uncomfortable. That’s fine too.”

“No, I want to, it’s just-” You stopped, what he had said fully clicking, “Did you and Shelly plan this?”

“What!? No! I wouldn’t do that to you.” Ash started with an alarmed tone, “Shelly just knew I wanted the bottle to land on you but I guess she also knew you haven’t kissed anyone so she suggested I take you upstairs but she didn’t tell me that I swear-”

“Ash, calm down. You’re rambling.” You grabbed his shoulders as he looked up.

“I just didn’t want you to have the wrong idea.”

“I don’t, I promise,” You held out your pinky and smiled as he took it, shaking your hand, “You want to kiss me though? Me?”

“Of course I do! Y/N, I’ve liked you for ages!”

“Oh my-” You slap your hands over your face, falling back onto the bed with a groan, “I like you too! I just thought you didn’t feel the same.”

“Why wouldn’t I feel the same?” Ash leaned on his elbow, beside and slightly above you.

“Ash, do you know the reputation you have? I talked to Linda, and Chet when he visited, you don’t really come across as a one person dude.”

“Well, I am. I promise.”

He paused for a moment, gazing down at you with a fond expression. 

“What?” You whispered, desperately trying not to look at his lips hovering just a few inches from you. 

“I’ll be your ‘one person dude’, if you’ll have me?” Ash asked, a dopey smile growing on his face as you wrapped an arm around his neck.

“Oh, come here, you big goof.” You laughed as his shadow consumed you.

Laying there, on the four digit mattress in Christina’s guest room, you had your first kiss. Laying there, with Ash’s body half over you, you felt the touch of his soft and warm lips as he cradled the back of your head like you were the most precious thing in the world. Laying there, you imagined the life ahead. A future with him.

It was perfect. 

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“Hey, did Christina ever say why her parents called?” Ginny asked as Cheryl turned away from the stairs, “Cher, they’re fine, I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Cheryl responded, leaning into Ginny’s shoulder, “Also, Christina’s brother got arrested. Again.”

“Of course he did.”

[htchnr]

♰ perv!older! Ash headcannons.*ೃ˚

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content warning age gap ⋆ Ash is in his 40s reader in her late 20s ⋆ panty stealing ⋆ Ash always getting you into compromising positions ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

★ perv!Ash whose eyes are always. on your ass. besides when he's driving of course, then they're on your thighs.

☆ your favourite underwear missing after sleeping over in his trailer? oh no .. where ever could they be .. ? don't worry, he'll buy you plenty of cute pairs, only for them to disappear not too long after wearing them.

★ perv!Ash who always manages to create situations where you'll have to bend over — and every time you fall for it. he almost got you to fall for the good old 'can you touch your elbows together? i can't seem to do that', but unfortunately for him you heard that one before.

☆ he always knows how to play it off though, very rarely getting caught.

★ somehow occasionally you'll trip over something in the trailer, Ash's large hands grabbing ahold of your hips and holding you against him before you can fall. 'tsk tsk, gotta be careful doll face, don't wanna hurt that pretty face.'

☆ others see it though, cause no one else ever trips up or has to grab things for him that have magically moved to weird places. 'how'd my keys end up under there? could you be a sugary sweet peach for me and grab 'em while you're at it?'

★ his eyes not leaving the way your pants tighten around your ass as you bend over.

☆ Kelly tries to tell you, though you always find reasons to prove her wrong, 'he's been complaining about his back lately! how could i let him bend down to grab his keys? it would only get worse!'

★ he's got you wrapped around his big metal finger doing all these things around him, and you don't mind it. after all, there's no other reason behind them then him needing help, right?

☆ and you'd help out charming, sweet Ash, any day.

[rootsofdread]

Thinking of Ace, Ash, Chris, Wesker and Anna with a s/o survivor with the HEAVIEST plot armor possible, as if they're from looney tunes. They are just so lucky trials get straight up comedic instead of scary — killers trip over their legs somehow, bang their heads on the trees, miss the easiest shots possible etc etc, and reader is just standing over there like "😄"

Mayhaps they could just go around helping people, since there's barely anything to do apart from that !!

🦞 eatwell

Ace Visconti:

Ace seems to love having another person around that has the same amount of dumb, “unlucky” luck that he has, too. Finally, someone who can relate to falling face-first in a patch of bushes after jumping out of a window, which really hurts, but will get the killer off of you. Though, your kind of luck usually ends with stuff like that happening to someone else instead of yourself…but he has seen you take a few tumbles down the basement stairs, and is always amazed when you’re perfectly fine afterwards. He somehow tends to be on the receiving end of your luck, he’s been tripped over and run over by the killer quite a few times while they’ve been carrying you, making them immediately drop you. But even with luck like this, he loves spending trials with you, because you make every single one fun.

Ashley J. Williams:

Honestly, Ash loves having someone like you around in the fog. Even though anyone around you tends to get hurt for your benefit, he finds it funny to watch from afar. It’s like watching a cartoon play out in real life. A safe distance, where he’s safe from being tripped over or tackled by the killer when they’re supposed to be looking for you, because he already has pretty shit luck and bringing you into the equation never makes it any better. But he is also known for poor life choices, so he does end up making the mistake of hanging a little too close to you when he probably shouldn’t. He’s been hit by missed swings that were meant for you many more times than he’d ever care to admit. But he will admit, seeing the killer run into a tree branch while chasing you down makes up for it.

Chris Redfield:

If you know Chris, you know he’s a very no-nonsense sort of guy. He doesn’t necessarily approve of the antics that seem to follow you around, but he also knows there doesn’t seem to be much that you can do about it. Most of the time, he sits back and watches you from afar to make sure you don’t get hurt or get into trouble due to…whatever it is that you seem to have. The joke is on him whenever he believes he has to jump in and save you though, because most of the time it ends with him getting tackled into the dirt by the killer when they meant to jump on you. You can probably imagine the look on his face when he gets hauled away by the killer and you’re springing away without a scratch.

Anna / The Huntress:

To put it simply, Anna gets incredibly frustrated by how well you avoid everything she throws at you. Literally. Every time she tries to throw a hatchet at you, you lean down to pick a flower and it flies off, or someone calls your name so you move and she hits a tree instead, or you just so happen to trip over a tree root at just the right time so that she hits whoever you were traveling with instead of you. She doesn’t know how you do it. How you always seem to know whenever she’s aiming to hit you. She usually resolves to just leave you alone most of the time, but she knows at some point she has to try to hit you. At least you give her good target practice…

Albert Wesker / The Mastermind:

Wesker has to admit, he’d much rather study you than try to catch you. Trying to catch you usually doesn’t end well for him or anyone in the immediate vicinity. He can’t complain when someone else falls in his path at just the right moment as you move out of the way, but you are who he’s aiming for. He decides he just needs to plan around your shenanigans, which may seem impossible to others, with how unpredictable trials can go with you thrown into the mix, but he’s a scientist. His entire life has been carved from the unpredictable, and he’ll get to the bottom of what makes you you, even if he has to endure smacking into a few trees and falling out of windows to make that happen.

[fandomfuntimem]

Alex?

My veldi Alex isn't actually that big. I just thought it would be fun to draw them as a giant monster.

Anyways, this isn't canon to the crossover. But IMAGINE since my veldigun Alex was held captive like Winfrey was. Leon realising the people he was sent to work for, under the deise of finding his lost cousin, were holding his lost AND VERY MUTATED cousin in the basement. Like damn.

Extras + Crossover info below.

Crossover au stuff

Leon and Alex were both socially awkward kids. So they often hung out during family gatherings. Hence their closeness.

Alex was the first person Leon wanted to talk to after the events of Racoon city. But he was prohibited by the government. Not too long later Eastridge was closed off to the world and Leon could no longer contact Alex.

Leon wasn't as close to Louis Williams (i think that's the child's name-) as he was to Alex Williams. This was mostly due to the age gap. Leon still felt terrible when he died.

Leon was sent to work with the Lankmann foundation alongside Chris and Ashley (Ashley needs to be around more. Freaking love her). He only found out Alex was missing after arriving and trying to visit them. (Lankmann lies and says Alex is missing, probably eaten by the eastridge demon, after learning them and Leon are related.)

Leon is initially on a quest for revenge, but after almost killing Clyde he learns the truth and decides to abandon the mission and help Alex.

Chris is deaply untrusting of the Veldiguns and believes Leon is under their control.

Ashley is conflicted, but trusts Leon more.

Both Alex and Leon have a strong sense of justice, and also deal with survivor's guilt. (Alex: the halloween incident. Leon: Raccoon city)

[dalekofchaos]

Imagine the Virmire Sacrifice as the Cerberus assassin instead of Kai Leng

Inspired by my poll

Kai Leng was a terrible character from terrible novels. No one wanted him in the games. He could barely handle a Drell with space cancer and couldn’t even kill Anderson and Sanders, but they want us to expect us to believe that Leng is Shepard’s equal? To me I would just have him executed on Omega since Leng DID kill Aria's daughter.

But yes storywise, it's better. Shepard was haunted about not being able to save either Kaidan/Ashley. TIM would use the Virmire casualty as Plan B should Shepard turn against his interests.

Imagine Cerberus was on Virmire. Cerberus scientists working on a counter agent to stop the Genophage cure and even working on a virus that could kill Saren.

The Illusive Man reveals to his agents it's too late, however he tells them there can be a valuable asset they can retrieve.

Cerberus mad dashes to the bomb site and grabs Ash/Kaidan in time, however the bomb goes off and the after shock hits the Cerberus vessel and renders the Virmire survivor in a comatose state.

A second Cerberus ship comes and rescues Ash/Kaidan. They report to TIM that Project Virmire is ago, but once they wake up, it will take a lot of convincing. TIM has a plan.

The Virmire survivor wakes up during the time of ME2. Confused, they recognize this is not an Alliance facility and definitely no Council race facility. They put two and two together and realize it's Cerberus and try to escape and then they are sedated.

They are brought before TIM. Ash/Kaidan swears they would rather die than join Cerberus. Explains they know about Admiral Kahoku, the Rachni, Thorian and Husk experiments and most importantly Akuze.

TIM explains it easily. That they were a necessary evil. and tells them how easily their near death experience could've been avoided if those monstrosities were weaponized against Saren. The Admiral knew too much and Akuze, Shepard/Toombs got justice and Dr Wayne was put on a very public trial that damaged Cerberus reputation.

Then the manipulation begins.

If it's Ashley, then TIM uses the fact that he knew and personally served under her grandfather. Shepard, The Alliance and the Council left her for dead and acts as if the Reapers don't exist, as if the very reason she went missing never happened. Says things how "I've seen your records and seen you in action. If you were there, Shanxi never would've fallen and the Williams family would be the most prestigious family in the Alliance and you would've been the first human Spectre, not Shepard." "You were looked down on the Alliance, the family that was cursed because the good general wanted to protect and save lives. Little do you know, the Turians were looking for something on Shanxi. Saren was there, and his brother" Ashley looks curious. He has her. He explains his story with General Williams, Desolas Arterius and Saren. Desolas indoctrinated for Turian supremacy, leading Saren down the path he would take and what would be the foundation of Cerberus. Ashley asks one simple question. "When do I start?"

If it's Kaidan, TIM uses Kaidan's past against him. His righteous murder of Vyrnnus that he was shunned and how gifted he was. Admitting Cerberus should have snatched him when they had the chance. "Had we had you, you could've provided our failed experiment the guidance she needed(obviously I'm talking about Jack here) then goes on to tell him how the Alliance abandoned him, Shepard has forsaken him and worse of all, they all deny the existence of the Reapers. Kaidan refuses to believe him and snaps. Cerberus agents are prepare to stun him, TIM wavers them off. Kaidan gives off a look that he wants revenge. On The Alliance, The Council and Shepard. "They will all pay."

Ashley would be turned into Cerberus' Super Soldier. Wearing the Cerberus Assault Armor(the armor WE wear, not the shitty ME3 grunt armor), but with the Shade/Nightmare/Spirit helmet.

Kaidan becomes a mix of Phantom and Phoenix. The ultimate human biotic, he is what Jack could've became if they kept her.

Their goals would be to eliminate high valued targets for Cerberus. Killing key Alliance figures, people who are close to cracking down on Cerberus(example, Dr Wayne was publicly assassinated and after Toombs threat to get a merc team to hunt Cerberus down, they kill him) killing Alien leaders and a whole bunch of targets that stand in Cerberus's way to control the Reapers.

Or in a different scenario. The explosion nearly destroys the ship carrying them in, causing them to be husks of their former selves.

Cerberus in this scenario would experiment on them to make them the ultimate soldier for Cerberus. They would essentially become The Winter Soldier of Mass Effect.

it would’ve been far more impactful if the Cerberus assassin was masked, and later revealed to be a heavy cyborg’d and indoctrinated Ashley/Kaiden, whichever you left behind on Virmire. There would be a reaction if you bring the one you saved with to encounter the one we did not save on Thesia.

But storywise.

The first time you meet the Cerberus Assassin, is on Earth. We see this shadow stalking you and Anderson and as we’re leaving Earth, we see Kai Leng killing Anderson. With Shepard swearing revenge.

Throughout ME3, Ash/Kaidan would be stalking Shepard. Causing trouble as we encounter Cerberus. Trying to kill Eve, attempting to abduct the Grissom Academy students, activating the bomb on Tuchunka and the attempt on the Council.

When we finally confront them on Priority Citadel, they kill Thane and omni-slash their mask off. We get the reveal. Shepard is shocked, Ash/Kaidan hesitates after hearing Shepard utter their name.

It would also help to explain his inexplicable plot armor. Rather than surviving against the onslaught of Shepard due to plot reasons, he would not be killed, as Shepard is haunted by not being able to save them, Ash/Kaidan uses that as the opportunity to take him down on Thessia.

Because Ashley did not undergo her character arc, I could imagine Ashley saying things like "I should have been the First Human Spectre, a hero for humanity, not aliens." "I am the hero humanity deserves" "I will make my grandfather proud." "The Alliance has failed humanity and my family" If you romanced Ashley and accidentally left her behind "You BASTARD...I loved you and you LEFT ME TO DIE!"

With Kaidan I can see him saying things like "I am the peak of Biotic perfection." "The Alliance betrayed me. You left me and the Council deserves to die" "Vyrnaus deserved to die, I know that now." "You will pay for leaving me to die" If you didn't save Grissom Academy. "I personally went to Grissom Academy, took those kids and made them like me. Subject Zero never should have left us, now she is ascended to perfection."(if you got Jack's loyalty, Jack begs Shepard to kill her) If you romanced Kaidan and accidentally left him behind "You're just like Rahna. You left me and you betrayed me. After I kill you, I'll kill Rahna."

If we go with the Winter Soldier concept, then it's just TIM manipulating them like a puppet. However periodic exposure to Shepard and the other VS makes them remember

However, if you bring the other Virmire survivor with to Thessia, then there is a chance to turn Ash or Kaidan back to the light.

This works better if you romanced the other Virmire survivor, but if not it works the same result. You can only save Ash/Kaidan if you bring the other VS.

With a charm/intimidate option, Ash/Kaidan follows Shepard's lead and talks down Ash/Kaidan. and in the end they break through their indoctrination and apologize for everything.

Otherwise, they would have to be killed and could not be saved. I don’t think that convincing him to commit suicide like Saren or TIM would work, because it would be too similar to the TIM suicide not too long, and would lose impact because of it. They would have to be fought and killed one last time in combat, and have a tragic end with Ash/Kaidan cursing Shepard while Shepard looks on them with despair or disdain.

If you saved them, then Ash/Kaidan would board the Citadel with you. And when TIM tries to talk you into controlling the Reapers, Ash/Kaidan will shoot him dead.

If Winter Soldier scenario, then both Shepard and OVS can break through and save them. They join us and depending on your war assets, if high, they kill TIM without incident. If low, they sacrifice themselves and gives Shepard the opening to kill TIM.

We talk, have a moment. If it's Kaidan, they talk about the good old days with the original Normandy. Jenkins, Dr Chakwas and Anderson. "Oh Shepard, I'm so sorry" Shepard forgives them. If romanced, they talk about the relationship they were going to start and Shepard says "we can have a cup of coffee and see where things go from there" "I'd like that, Shepard". If Ashley, they reminisce on meeting on Eden Prime, the Normandy, their almost relationship with Shepard saying "we can finish where we left off" "Oh Shepard" and remembering why she volunteered to stay behind.

Alternatively since Ash/Kaidan wasn't shot, they save Shepard. They call the other survivor and rescue Shepard as the Crucible is about to be fired off if destroyed is chosen. If you choose Control, then Ash/Kaidan shoots themselves because they can't bare to live after Shepard fulfills TIM's desires. If Synthesis is chosen then they will be on the Normandy with the other crew members.

[chaotic-toby]

Reasons why I kin Ashley Graves!

... well, I wouldn't say kin, but here is a compilation of relatable moments with explanations!

1.

I felt this in my bones when I first watched a playthrough of the game. There is this girl at school who I despise with a burning passion. It seems like everyone likes her, and in my eyes, she stole my friend. My friend barely even notices me anymore; given, I did start distancing myself, but that is because I noticed that every time she was around, my friend would pay attention to the girl that I hate instead of me. Now, I'm not saying that my friends cannot have other friends, but I basically became the friend that you hang out with when your main friend wasn't around. That is exactly what happened.

Everyone likes the girl more than me...

Now I know in this scene, Ashley was being manipulative, but I like to believe that she was voicing her genuine thoughts, or at least something similar to how she actually feels about Nina. And I have definitely thought something similar to this about the girl I mentioned earlier.

2.

Again, I know she is being manipulative, but as I said before, I think she is being slightly genuine, and I've had similar thoughts. I know people do like me-- my family and the few friends and acquaintances I have-- but it feels like they are putting up with me out of pity or because they feel like they have to.

I cannot fathom people genuinely liking me for the person I am, especially since I am an awful friend who can't even be bothered to check up on their friends.

3.

Whenever something bad happens, I think I compartmentalize. I push it away and try to focus on other stuff, acting like the bad thing doesn't bother me or doesn't affect me. Which is probably why my family isn't as worried about me as they should be.

4.

Me to myself every day. What is wrong with me? I mean, there has to be something that pushes people away, that makes it so that everyone I know prefers to hang out with other people over hanging out with me. I am no one's favourite person, and I never will be.

Why can't I just be normal?

5.

Ahaha, my sister once gave me a ring that costed her 50 cents, and I wear it everywhere I go. I love the ring so much. Also, a week ago, my mom bought me a stuffed dog because it reminded her of me and because I was upset the day prior. She didn't have to buy me anything, but she did. So now, I cherish that stuff dog just as much as I do when it comes to my favourite stuffed animal.

I named the stuff dog William.

6.

This is just the same as the earlier examples. She is mostly being manipulative or something, but this is relatable so I'm adding it

(There was another image I wanted to add to this reason but then I wouldn't have been able to add the image for reason seven)

7.

Now this image-- this moment at least in Ashley's mind-- is super duper relatable to me. I cannot remember the last time I felt like I was a part of my family. My family has barely done anything to make me feel ostracized, but for some reason, I just do. I remember numerous times where my family were talking about this and that, and I would just sit there, not chiming in at all, just watching them have so much fun without me.

I remember one time, I was in my room folding laundry, and I could hear my family laughing in the living room. They were having so much. I couldn't see them since I was in my room, but in my mind, I imagined a happy family (though my family has been far from happy).

Another moment that happened months ago was when my sister and her husband visited to eat with me and my mother. My sister and mother were talking about the houses my sister was looking at (she and her husband were planning on moving from the house they were living in at the time). At first, I tried to chime in, but they kept... I wouldn't say ignore me, but I couldn't really keep up with the conversation, so I just sat back and scrolled through Pinterest for God-knows-how-long.

My family looked happy. To me, it was like I was watching them on a t.v. That I wasn't actually there.

So yeah, in Ashley's mind, no matter how hard she tries to sit the Pink bunny at the dinner table, it won't sit up. She doesn't fit in with the family of bunnies, which is relatable and how I feel half the time I'm around my own family.