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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 youâd see in the movies and you couldnât wait for Ash to get home to share the tranquil scene with him.
The sound of the door opening echoed through the apartment.
âAsh, Iâm in here!â You called out without looking up, turning the page of your book.
Silence.Â
That was strange. He can usually never shut up when he first comes home from work, or ever for that matter.
âAsh?â You called out again.
Still no answer.Â
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. âAsh, I swear to god if this is some kind of joke, I will kill youâ You called out again.Â
Silence.
Growing tired of this ridiculousness you marched to the door and slammed it shut. There was still no Ash to be seen anywhere.Â
âFuckâ 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 werenât quite as careful as he was.
You hadnât experienced what he had, didnât 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.Â
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 couldâve 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.Â
âNo, Ashy slashy here to protect youâ It spoke in a horrifyingly deep and monstrous tone, tilting its head at you, that terrifying grin still sporting its face.Â
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 âNo!â You cried out in fear.Â
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 werenât enough. Now at some point, youâre probably gonna go into panic mode, you wonât 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 youâre a pussy but if youâre anything like me, youâll clear your head and thereâll only be one thing on your mind. Survival.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.
âDonât cry, weâre 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.Â
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. âLetâs go, fuckerâ 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.Â
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.Â
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 didnât even look like a body anymore.Â
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.Â
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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 didnât 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, âDefinitely deadâ 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.
âAsh?â 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 couldnât 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. âAsh, thank godâ 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. âShh, shh, itâs okayâ He said. âYouâre safeâ
Continuing his scan he found numerous cuts along your arms, some even with shards of glass nestled deeply into the wound. âYou need to go to the hospital, babyâ
âAsh,â You hoarsely whispered.
âCan you get up?âÂ
âAsh-â
âThese could get infected, we should go nowâ
âAsh!â You sharply called, finally gaining his attention. Ash looked up at you, eyes falling on your face, his gaze softened.Â
âFuck,â 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 âIs itâŚgone?âÂ
Ash gently pulled your cheek back to face him, looking away from the deadite. âYeah, Itâs goneâÂ
He sighed heavily, casting another glance behind him at the corpse. âHow did it get in here?â He frantically asked. "I mean the door is always lockedâ 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.Â
Ashâs eyes narrowed at you. âThe door was locked, right?âÂ
You remained quiet, still refusing to meet his eyes. He said your name slowly, âTell me you locked the door."
You bit your lip. âAsh, liste-â
He scoffed in disbelief, cutting you off, hand pulling away from your cheek. âYouâve gotta be shitting meâ
âIâm sorry,â you muttered, still refusing to meet his eyes, instantly missing his touch on your skin.
âWhy do you think I always say that crap? For fun?â He angrily asked, hand rubbing his eyes in frustration. âI say it so shit like this doesnât happen!âÂ
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. âIâm sorry, I just-â
âI know, it's okay, Iâm just jumpyâ You said, cutting him off. âEvery time I close my eyes or hear a slight noise I just think that thing is gonna come back and finish the jobâÂ
âItâs not gonna come backâ He reassured you confidently.
You gave him a faint and tired smile while nodding. âYouâre right anyways, I shouldâve locked the door I just never yâknow expected...â Your sentence died on your tongue you couldnât even will the words out.Â
âI knowâ 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.
âHey, come on look at meâ Ash said head bobbing to try and catch your eyes. You timidly looked up, and Ash swiped a tear away with his thumb. âAre you okay?â
You lifted an eyebrow at his words. âYeahâ He chuckled. âItâs a stupid question, I knowâ He threw his gaze behind him to the still deadite.Â
A faint smile played on his lip as he looked back at you. âYou beat the crap out of it thoughâÂ
You smiled back, sniffing ever so slightly. âHad a good teacher, I remembered all those tipsâÂ
âDamn right you did, What did you beat it with anyways?â
âA chopping boardâ You responded
He let out another amused chuckle. âThat ought to do itâ
âWell, I seem to remember someone telling me anything is a weaponâ
Ash nodded proudly, âAtta girlâ
You blushed softly at the endearment. Ash gave you a knowing smile, thumb slowly drawing circles on your skin. âIt 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 hospitalâ
You nodded. âI know can we, please, just sit a little, I just need a secondâ
He nodded timidly as the two of you sat, hands intertwined. âHey, on the bright side I donât seem so batshit crazy now do I?â Ash shrugged in a joking tone.
You let out a small laugh. âAsh, Iâll always think your crazyâ
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, âSo, those things, thatâs what you fought off back in the cabin?âÂ
âYeah,â Ashâs smile faltered ever so slightly.
You considered him for a moment and shook your head. âJust one of those fuckers nearly finished me off and yet you fought god knows how many and survivedâÂ
âWell, I donât mean to brag but I am the king, sugarâ 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.Â
People would probably describe Ash as lucky for what he survived and he would most likely grunt in response and say some crap like, âLucky? Thatâs one way of putting itâ. Because it wasnât 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.Â
You peered at him slowly. âAsh?â
âYeah?â
âIâm so sorry that happened to you, I mean, I know Iâve said it before but now that I..â Your sentence trailed off your mind still unable to process what had just happened. âYou have no idea how glad and lucky I am to have met you, let alone be with youâ You spoke quietly. âHow glad I am that you lived, and that youâre here, with meâ
Ash was never very good at being in touch with his emotions and you knew that but that didnât mean he was immune to them, and you hadnât 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 didnât quite erase the gentle look in his eyes. âHey, me too babeâÂ
Awkwardly coughing, Ashâs eyes flickered down to your neck and his smirk dropped, jaw flexing and eyes widening again âHey, what the fuck happened to your neck?â
Your hand flew out of his and instinctively brushed the stinging skin, you winced in pain.
âNo, noâ 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. âDonât touch itâ
âIs it bad?â You asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern, panic rising.
Ash scoffed. âUh, Yeah itâs bad, babeâ. Noticing your worried face, he cleared his throat. âNothing that wonât heal though, Uh donât worry, just you know I wouldnât recommend doing anything too strenuous with your throatâ
You chuckled quietly. âSorry, Ash, no blowjobs for a whileâ
Ash smiled at you but it didnât 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. âAsh, you know Iâm gonna be okay, right?â
Ash lowered his head ever so slightly, ducking so he couldnât meet your eyes. âI should have been hereâ
âHey, come on thatâs not fair to yourselfâ
He shook his head quietly.
âI mean I was the one who forgot to lock the door, you know, you were at work, as you should have beenâ You explained softly, his head remained hung.
âAsh, look at meâ He reluctantly looked up, a tired look in his eyes. You tugged on his hand ever so slightly. âThis is not the cabin, this is not your faultâÂ
He blinked quickly, that strange sensation from earlier coming back. Ashâs 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. âRight, come on my little deadite slayer, you gotta go to the hospitalâ
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. âWoah, come on, sugar, I got youâ 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.Â
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. âYou know that I-â He cleared his throat. âThat I, well-â
Ash always struggled to say I love you, but you knew.
âYeah, I knowâ A big smile erupted on your face. âMe tooâ
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.
âYâknow for future reference, the shotguns in the closetâ He said.
âAnd you couldn't have told me that while you were giving me one of your âdeadite 101â lectures?â
âNow that wouldâve made it to too easy for youâ
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.
âSo,â You cleared your throat, âWhen do I get to use the chainsaw?â
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