ASH WILLIAMS WAS SUCH AN INFURIATING PIECE OF WORK . He was loud, mouthy, bold, and had a personality type that did not mesh well with his own. Spending three seconds with Ash was akin to spending ten minutes in a ball pit covered in drooling, screaming children. At least that’s what it felt like, but with less drool and with somehow more close-proximity interaction. But Ash had his uses, and his moments that made it all worth it. That is, until the bastard discovered the forbidden off switch.
P R E T T Y B O Y . —– It still sent shivers down his spine, memories playing it back in other survivor’s voice. Over and over and over again, but nothing would compare to his reaction when hearing it in person. It was all in good fun, sure, but Jake took this as a challenge. Bravery comes in waves, as radiant as ever in the moment, uncaring for once of who may be lingering. Big mouth blabbers on, and Jake’s hands reach, scarred palms caressing both sides of Ash’s face. Fingertips brush into the sides of soft hair, pulling him down halfway as Jake leans up, and he SILENCES the barking wolf. Lips find purchase on other’s firmly, lingering far longer than first anticipated, if only to prove a point, before he pulls back the slightest. Gaze is met, and Jake’s wearing the confident smirk this time around. “ Shut up, Ash. ”