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Ashe• Desert Dandelion

Request by @PnutPower07
(Fluff)

     Each day seemed to last longer than the day before. With each new sunrise came new problems that you had to carry on your shoulders alone. The reason you had joined the Deadlock gang was to get away from everything, to relax a bit, but the exact opposite seemed to happen.
     Stress drove you to the outlaws in the first place, you were hoping they would be your way of escape. But know that you were a gang member, stress seemed to take an even bigger toll on you, emotionally, mentally, and physically. You knew it was unhealthy, it was obvious, but you didn't know what you could do about it. It trapped you inside your mind and it was starting to wear you down.
     Even though you were surrounded by many people, you couldn't talk to any of them, you weren't close enough to them for that. Besides, what would they be able to do about it anyways?
     You knew you couldn't leave the gang, if you did that would just make your situation even worse. So instead you turned to something you knew for a fact the gang could offer. Alcohol. Whiskey to be exact. Ashe always kept a good supply of alcohol for herself and the boys, mainly for celebrations on a successful heist.
     It didn't help that you and Ashe were the only two females in the gang, and it's not like you could talk to her. She was the leader and you were a grunt. She'd only talk to you in a group of other grunts, if you would even consider it to be a talk, it was more just her giving orders, yelling at you or praising you. You couldn't talk to her about this personal issue of stress that has been looming over you like a dark storm cloud, threatening to burst and rain at any available second.
     There was currently some downtime at the Deadlock hideout, it was getting late and most of the guys were unwinding, playing pool, poker, etc. Relaxing. You wanted to do the same so you headed into the kitchen. Ashe didn't care about people getting a drink every now and then, that's what it was for, but she probably wouldn't approve of just how much you were about to drink tonight.
     You grabbed a bottle and sighed as you opened it. Looking over at a cup, you contemplated wether or not to pour some out or just down the whole bottle. You decide to just take the bottle with you. Turning around to leave you saw Ashe stepping into the kitchen. She looked you over before her eyes landed on the bottle in your hand, furrowing her brows slightly. "You alright (Y/N)?" She asked, looking back up to meet your gaze.
     Nodding at her, you looked down to the drink in your hand. "Yeah I'm fine. I'm just gonna have a drink outside." You say, stepping past the woman as she nodded.
     "Alright. Be careful." She replied, watching as you walked out the doors to the outside.
     By the doors on the outside of the hideout was a ladder that led to what was really the roof, but it seemed more like just a platform when looking at it from the outside. Keeping a tight grip on the neck of the whiskey bottle, you managed to climb up the ladder.
     The sun had just set over the horizon and now the only thing lighting up Route 66 was the moon and the stars. It felt nice to finally be alone, it took away a bit of the tension, but it didn't do much.
     You sat down on the edge, your legs dangling over as you leaned back, keeping yourself propped up with one of your hands while you used the other to start chugging down the alcohol. It burned slightly at first, it had been quite a while since the last time you downed whiskey in large portions like this, but as the liquid passed through your throat and into your stomach, you felt your problems starting to fade away for once. You finally found peace, and it was in the alcohol. It may not have been the right answer to destress but it was only option.
     The more you drank the more your problems became nonexistent and eventually you forgot why you had even started to drink in the first place. Since it had worked you probably should've stopped, but you knew it may be a while until you got the chance to do this again, so you got up after finishing the first  bottle headed into the kitchen, got a second, and headed right back up to your spot on the roof underneath the light of the moon.
     Soon, you felt your thoughts starting to blend together into one big blur. When you were talking to yourself you were sputtering and slurring our complete nonsense.
     You were almost finished with your second bottle as you stood up to get another. Once you got onto your feet however, the world around you seemed to spin and slowly fade into darkness, and before you knew it, your vision went pitch black.

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     You had no clue how long you had been out for, it must've been all night for when you opened your eyes you winced at a bright light, turning onto your side groaning. Opening your eyes a slight bit you realized you were laying on a bed?
     "Is the light bothering you?" You heard a thick southern accent ask in a soft tone. Instead of asking questions you just groan and nod. Closing your eyes again, you could hear footsteps walk past the bed and flip a light switch. The room went dark so you slowly opened your eyes. You saw a blurry figure that you guessed belonged to Ashe, walk over and open the window curtains, letting in the moonlight. Apparently the bright light you saw wasn't the sun like you had thought.
     You covered your eyes as your head pounded in pain. You knew you were still drunk, you could feel it. Soon there was a slight dip in the bed next to you and someone gently grabbed your wrists, moving your hands away from your face. You were met with two red eyes looking down at you with what seemed like concern.
     "You drank two whole bottles of whiskey (Y/N)... then you passed out and hit your head on the ground..." Ashe spoke softly and sighed, shaking her head. "I thought I told you to be careful?"
     You just have a quiet groan in response.
     "Why'd you it?" She asked and you rubbed your temples.
     "Do what?" You slurred.
     "Drink yourself half to death." Sighing, you slowly sat up, wincing slightly. Ashe saw this and gently placed a hand on your back.
     "It's just stress..." You mumble. Ashe frowned at your answer.
    "Why didn't you talk to me...?" The question threw you off a little bit, and not just because you were drunk.
     "Well..." You started, "I don't know you too well, especially not on a personal level."
     Ashe shook her head slightly. "That's fine... (Y/N) I'm worried about you." She sighed. "I want to get to know you and I want to help you. I can only do that if you let me though." She gently cupped your cheeks.
     Her words were caring and her voice was gentle, something you hadn't gotten from another person in a long time. "I- You would- Really?" You slur, trying to think of how you wanted to respond.
     "You won't remember this with your hangover tomorrow." Ashe whispered, gently pressing a loving kiss against your lips. Your breath tasted heavily of whisky, and hers tastes faintly of smoke. When she pulled away she looked deeply into your eyes. "I love you my desert dandelion..." She whispered again and you gave her a confused look.
     "Desert dandelion?" The nickname brought you confusion, not making much sense to you, this seemed to make Ashe smile slightly.
     "Well, we live in a desert and dandelions grow here. They symbolize healing from emotion pain." You didn't quite get it solely because your mind was still in a buzzing haze from the alcohol. So you just gave her a small nod with a dumb look.
     Ashe smiled at you and gently caressed your cheek. "You'll understand it tomorrow darling..."