Hooked on lovin'! (Dead By Daylight x reader)

Ash ~ Gun

You couldn't belive you were gonna do this.
You were on edge.
Felt like your circuites got fried.
You must've been in shock.
Of course, you couldn't have known at the moment. Body chose between the flight or fight response on it's own.
You sat behind a bush, shaking quietly.
Jake was currently getting himself in a bit of a fit with the Deathslinger.
You had no idea where he got the balls to suddenly attack the killer like this, but it only helped your crazed plan.

Jake was usualy a quiet guy. Never the one to execute such an operation on his own. Eighter he finaly cracked, and went nuts, or he's trying too hard.
Eighter way you were the one that was feeling crazy at the moment. The growling of the generator next to you, the repetetive hissing of a massive vulture, even the grass moving, it was all getting to you.

A loud slam tugged you out, back into panic.
The old cowboy thew Jake over his back, slaming him down to the ground, probably hurting his spine in the process.

His gun was discarded.
It was just laying on the ground.
He must've dropped it when tumbling down with the survivor.

The Deathslinger turned his leg back snd kicked into the survivor, making him cough out.
He got him in a coughing fit, Jake must've breathed in some of the Glenvale dust, coughing only more.
"Ciceáilfidh mé poll i do bholg!" The Deathslinger hissed at Jake, landing another strong kick in his ribs.
Ouch.

"Hey..." A quiet voice twitched you from the scenery.
Nice to see a friendly face for a change.
Ash.
A complete oposite of Jake. This guy was as loud, careless and egoistic as a man can get. Unbelivably annoying too.
But sometimes a person tends to take interest in such an amount of confidence.
Just like you did.
"What's going on over there? They playing football?" He tried to be funny again.
Through your still-present shock, you couldn't answer him.
"Hey pretty eyes, c'mon' what's going on? You lost signal? Your circuits fried?" Ash waved with his prosthetic hand over your eyes, trying to get more out of you than your blank stare.

"Listen I don't know if you can hear me babes but you don't look too good. Hey- hey look at me" He struggled to keep your attention. His hands grabbed the sides of your head, turning you to face him.
The extremly direct eye contact made your stomach twirl.
"Hey sugar, I wouldn't come out now. You're not okay and-"

Fight or flight.
It kicked in.

You ran.
Ran right towards the Deathslinger.
It just randomly kicked in, you had no control over anything.
"Hey no! Back!" You could hear Ash stumble around, trying to chase after you, but the adrenaline was faster.

You slid towards the gun, quickly rolling away from the two men.
A click from his own gun, forced the Deathslinger to turn.
He was stunned.
A person.
Holding his beloved creation.

He growled, taking an agitated step towards you
"HEy!" You pointed the gun at him, your finger twitching on the trigger.
"I know how to shoot a gun-" Your voice shakily let out.
Ash trotted closer, still keeping his distance from the Deathslinger, but walking towards you.
"Great job getting that pig's gun I-"
"-and I will shoot it!" You pointed the gun to Ash.
He visibly tensed up.
Was probably hoping you were on his side.
"Whoa whoa whoa babes- hey- it's me, your old pal Ash?" He outstretched his hands in a stopping manner.
You backed up, keeping the gun pointed at anyone that moved.
"Níl mo gunna ag teastáil uaim chun tú a mharú ..." The killer turned his head to Ash, his mouth twisting in a crooked grin.
"Shut up Irish ghoul bastard..." Ash hissed back.

The Killer was just about ready to plant the mouthy survivor's head into the ground.

"Listen to me sugar... hand me the boomstick" Ash somewhat smiled at you, wanting you to give out the gun peacefuly.
"Fuck back!" You backed up, pointing the dangerous weapon at him.
"Whoa whoa okay okay... I just... I'm on the same side okay?" He outsretched his hand to you.
"You're freaking out baby. Let me hold onto you for a bit..." Ash got progressively closer, almost almost grabbing onto the gun.

Finaly he laid his mechanical hand on it.
"C'mon baby give me the gun... give me the gun" He whispered to you, your hands slowly giving out.
"There ya go that's my girl..."
You crashed on him, happy to finaly get a hold of something a little more safer than a gun or the ground.
Plus... you wanted to do this for a while, come on.
He hooked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, and throwing a nasty, victorious look the killer's way.

"Now I got the boomstick. And you're gonna do as I say 'ol pardner" He pointed the gun at the killer who growled in disagree.

The Deathslinger got forced to tear a gate open, and let you three leave.

"Ní féidir liom é seo a chreidiúint..."
The Deathslinger spat on the ground, picking up his gun that had already gotten surrounded by the black smoke.
The audacity of theese survs was getting worse.

The entire way to the campfire you were closely held under Ash's arm, often being squeezed for reassurance.
Hell, he even steeped as low as to ask if you're feeling okay and if you need help.
Maybe he isn't as bad as he seems...

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