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[justxrandomxlivia]

We won't let you fall again!

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Summary: Your day started with oversleeping and ended with an Iraqi lieutenant and an American lieutenant holding your hands? Who would have thought that falling into an ancient temple you've been searching for months would change your entire life?

Warning Sign: Mention of weapons. That's all. No monsters in this story, just an ancient temple and two countries that hate each other.

Word count: 3910 o.O

AN: JASON AND SALIM! Two men I couldn't decide between. I know I'm not the only one, so here you get two wholesome men. I'm struggling with the idea to continue the story in a second chapter, or writing just a little more extended, more romantic/smut ending. I will see if you guys want me to or not ;)

“Ah it’s going to be colder today. Finally.” Mumbling with a sleepy voice, I rolled over in my bed. It’s not comfortable, but It’ll do. Slowly rising from my deep slumber, I realised that the sun was quite high already. “What time it is?!!” I yelled and jumped off the bed, checking my phone. “2 pm? You must be kidding. Why did nobody wake me?” I ran over to my stuff and got dressed quickly, then I left the bedroom. Meeting the owners of the house. “Good morning.” I said while hustling to get my shoes on. The oldest man laughed: “No morning. After noon.” I looked him, he pointed to the table, where was some coffee and bread on a plate. Letting my shoulders drop, I smiled at him. They are all so overly kind, if I would just be better in learning their language. I sighed and took my one shoe off again, then I sat down and thanked him. We are supposed to pay them 20$ the week. But my team and I decided to pay them 50$ per week each. What Is a lot of money for them. And for their kids. It’s never a bad thing to give more. After I was done with my little breakfast, I suddenly heard helicopters. Two I would say. I know the risks, Iraq and the USA are still on a warpath, but this area here should be fine. It’s quite isolated. There is a small town in the near, with some market for local farmers. Nothing to get for the US.

I got my plate cleaned and got back to the main door, taking my shoes on, grabbing my bag and left the house, just to found myself surrounded by soldiers. They were pointing machine guns at me and yelled at me. The helicopters were right above me, then flying into the distance a little bit. My legs got shaky, and I couldn’t say anything, I got on the ground and one man tied my arms, then he led me back into the house. He pushed me down next to few of the house owners. A couple of minutes passed before a woman, wearing sunglasses entered the room, behind her was a man: “Everything clear, ma’am. No violence needed either.” He’s American. From the south I would even say Deep, long, slow words, with an immense rolled sound, must be the south.

The woman kneeled next to the shepherds and talked to them one by one, in Arabic. They answered her one by one, and her face grew more and more annoyed. She then kneeled in front of me: “What about her? Doesn’t look Iraqi to me.” She said and the man briefed her: “She was about to leave the house, hat a bag with many notebooks and various archaeologic books. All English.” She nodded at his words and spoke. “Then I’m sure you understand me girl?” I shook my head and raised an eyebrow: “It’s called racism. Saying somebody doesn’t look like a certain nationality. Girl.” I huffed at her. Her eyes grew big and the man behind her, tried clearly not to laugh. She then looks at the man behind her, “You said books in her bag. A passport too?” he only shook his head in response. “My passport is in my pocket.” I told her and she stood up. “Check her lieutenant.” She told the man, and he put his gun aside, walking to me.

He then pulled me up and patted me down. As he found my passport he chuckled, “British.” He gave the passport to the women. “What’s your business with the house owners?” She asked. I looked her dead in the eyes. “I’m an archaeologist. My team and I stay here, because the location where we work is only couple of miles from here.” She sighed at my response. “This is a waste, those are just shepherds, the activity he was seen, must have been you then. What was Eric thinking. Untie her lieutenant. Sergeant, untie the shepherds.” She said waving at another man and left the room. - “Thanks.” I said as the man untied me.

“So, your name is y/n? That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.” The lieutenant said as he walked me to the main door. “First, thanks, but second, I’m not a girl, I’m a 29 years old women.” – “Guess I messed up already. No date then?” he stopped and looked back at me. I giggled at him. “Well maybe, mister military, you can come visit me sometimes when I’m back home. But it’s quite a long way from the USA to London.” I gave him a light nudge at the shoulder, without a warning he came two or even three steps closer, looking into my eyes. “To visit a beautiful woman like you, there is no way to far.” He whispered at me. With that he opened the door and signed me to go through. I stepped outside and searched for a little card in my bag. “Here, Lieutenant. Call me.” I offered him a business card, with a big smile, he took it. “University of Oxford. My luck, by the way, It’s Jason. Have a nice day ma’am.” He said waving me off. I waved back and walked to my car.

As I just turned away from Jason, shots fired. “Fuck!” I yelled and jumped in cover of my car. Then all I could realise, was chaos. Shots, bombs, crashing helicopters, yelling and screaming people. I tried to get around the car to hide near the old stable buildings, when suddenly the floor collapsed. “y/n!” Jason yelled from my left as I looked at him, I felt how everything underneath is breaking apart. “NO!” I tried to jump away, but almost lost balance, when a strong hand gabbed my arm and pulled me back up. A man with an Iraq uniform pulled me up “Go this way!” he pointed to the mountains, I didn’t care who he was, he saved me and I started running again, just then. I fell again. And this time for good. Everything turned black.

As I opened my eyes, I felt a sharp pain in my whole body. I looked around and realised right away where I was. “Holy shit. Found it!” I jumped up, just to regret it right away, as my body felt like broken. Stretching and checking for any wounds, I was shocked how lucky I got. A few scratches and bruises. But nothing serious. Then I took my bag and checked for my camera. Still working, great. I took photos of the immense pillars, old statues and Jason. Wait, Jason? “JASON!?” I yelled. – “Y/n! Are you alright?” out of nowhere, Jason appeared and came right away to me. He checked me left, right, up and down. I tried to calm him down, but he seemed nervous. “Jason, I’m fine, really.” – “No, maybe you have some injuries we don’t see right away.” – “Jason, I’m serious!” I yelled at him and pulled him by the shoulders. “I’m just a little cold. But it’s alright.” I tried my best to convince him that I was fine. He let out a deep sigh, and eventually calmed down. “I don’t have anything to warm you up. I could hug you, but that wouldn’t last long.” He smiled at me concerned, but I nudged him at the shoulder, “Yeah yeah, you just want some physical contact. Let’s check if somebody needs help.” He nodded at me and followed me through the darkness.

After quite some time striving through the darkness and me taking pictures from almost everything. We heard a male voice from behind “Put that gun down and turn slowly around.” I didn’t hesitate and lifted my arms up and turned around. “It’s you!” I said, looking at the Iraq soldier who saved me the first time I was falling. He smiled relieved at me, and I took my arms down again “You saved me, thank you.” I said, but then I realised Jason had turned around, but he had his gun aimed tight. “Don’t do anything stupid, boy.” The man said to Jason. “I can say the same to you, old man.” Jason hissed back. I took a deep breath and moved slowly between the two guns. “No one is shooting anyone, if I am here. Please.” My words were trembling. Not sure if I would make it out alive of here. The Iraq soldier lowered his gun and put it back into the holster. “I don’t want to spill anymore blood.” He spoke slowly, approaching me carefully, “You look like you are cold.” He said and took his jacket off.

“Don’t you fucking go any step closer to her. Y/n, get behind me, now!” Jason yelled, slowly approaching me as well, just that he had his damn gun still aimed. “Jason, stop it.” I said, placing my hand on top of his gun, slowly pushing it down. “I trust him. He saved me, not even knowing who I am.” – “I don’t.” Jason cut me off. The man lifted his arms, in one hand holding his jacket. “I know who you are. Your name is y/n l/n. You are an archaeologist. My son, Zain, has been running around your research area, every day for the last two weeks. He talked about you a lot.” He spoke slowly handing his jacket over to me. I took it. “Thank you” I spoke quiet. “Yeah, I know Zain. He’s a smart boy. Wants me to take him back to England.” I giggled at him. “It’s his birthday today. My name is Salim.” He smiled at me. I can’t let Jason harm him. Technically seen, I know Salim. What am I supposed to tell his son. Sorry, your dad died, because he tried to give me his jacket. I shook my head, throwing the jacket over my shoulders, I looked at Jason once more. “Come on. He’s not the enemy.” Jason only looked at Salim, with distrust. Then Salim spoke to Jason, directly. “You want to get out of here, so do I. We must work together. Not shoot each other.”

Jason finally took the gun down. “I’ll keep an eye on you.” He said, pointing at Salim. I nudged Jason slightly against the shoulder. He will have bruise by the end of the day. Then we continued the way to find others. What felt like hours, were actually only a couple of minutes, but the fact that these two were arguing the whole time about military, racism, politics, terrorists and other stuff like lieutenant ranks, was killing every last nerve of me. As walked some ancient stairs up, I heard voices arguing. I pressed each of the two man a finger on the mouth, so they would finally shut up. Then pointed to the big door at the end of the stairs. Salim and Jason both, walked past me with aimed guns. I stayed behind and waited for a sign. It took too long for my taste, so I entered the room quietly and stood next to Salim. In the big room where machine guns, tables, radios, papers and more. It was the heart of this temple. An old archaeologist station. Just as I wanted to check the papers, Salim pulled me back. I looked at him and he looked at me, then around the room. As I followed his view, it was clear the situation was tense. Iraqi soldiers and Americans were with aimed guns standing against each other. Just Salim and Jason didn’t pick a side. “It’s a damn order Kolchek!” A blonde man yelled. “I don’t take orders 200 ft below the surface.” Was Jasons answer. What badass.

“Ehm, excuse me.” I spoke and walked a few steps in front of Jason and Salim. Both men grabbed me by my arms and wanted to pull me back. “I got this, don’t worry.” I spoke, they hesitated but let me go. I took around 3 steps more and spoke softly. “My name is y/n l/n. I’m an archaeologist. And a professor at the University of Oxford. I don’t have anything to do with both of your countries, and honestly not much knowledge about the current issues between you. But technically seen, you are on my research territory. I would really not like to call the local police, or clean your blood from ancient coins, so if you’d be so kind and do not fire a single bullet on MY ground. Would be so wonderful. Thank you.” I looked back and while Jason smiled amused, Salim was shaking his head. I ignored all military personal and made my way to the tables. 10 years of drama class is finally paying out, they have no idea I was terrified to the bones. One by one soldier eventually took their guns down and they made a hand sealed deal, to not shoot a bullet on or near my research territory.

It worked. Good job. As I checked the first papers, I realised, this is like heaven. I took more photos from everything. This time, again from Jason, but also from Salim. Both smiled at the camera. “Come on y/n. We have to get out of here for now.” Jason spoke as he followed the others. “What about all this then? This is the only reason I am in this country at all.” I asked frustrated. Jason chuckled, “You’ll come back. But now we need to go. It’s not safe.” I let out a sigh and started following them, as the most people left the sight, Salim, Jason and I were the last. They talked different this time, more like allies.

As we made it closer to the surface, I could see the sun finally again. It was warmer here than down back there. Different helicopters were heard, people yelling, dogs barking. They must be searching already. Ropes hang down and flashlights were blinding us. I tried to cover my eyes, what was not a good idea, so close next to an underground cliff. With a crack, the ground beneath me broke and I all felt was the heavy forces of gravity. “Y/n!” was the last thing I heard before the heavy impact on a sand pile.

First my back, then my face, then both hands and at last the back again. “Ouch, Fuck!” I cursed with an echo. As I opened my eyes, pain everywhere. Looking around and above, it was almost pitch black. I gave my bag to Jason earlier, so luckily my camera didn’t come down with me. But also, my flashlight was not with me. Slowly I tried to get used to the darkness and to see anything. I touched along the cliff where I have fallen from. I heard echoes, but it was inaudible, what means I’m either deaf or I’m very deep. Following the cliff to the right, it ended in water. With wet shoes, I turned around and walked to the left. My hands along the ice-cold stone, they slowly froze. Luckily, I have Salim’s jacket, my arms would be more bruised. I continued walking along the cliff as I felt that the ground got higher. I might could climb out of here. If the others think I’m dead? Trying to shake that thought away, I pushed myself the higher grounds up and felt how the light slowly came back to me. It seems my eyes were partially blind due to the fall. So, I might have not fallen that deep.

It feels like hours as I finally reached an open area where lights came from ahead. Still far away. To my bad, I started freezing again. This time, it felt more like I was freezing because I was alone. I sat down to the cold ground. “Why does every time go everything wrong. And why does nobody care for me.” I muffled beneath my breath and closed my eyes. “You really thought we wouldn’t care?” A southern accent ripped me out of my thoughts, I opened my eyes and saw Jason above me. “She’s here!” He yelled across the area; it echoed in the entire cave. Jason smiled at me and began stroking my face. Then Salim came from behind him. His face was a mess, a mix of horror, fear, worries, but happiness. “What are you doing here?” I whispered, not believing if I might hallucinate. Salim looked confused and Jason chuckled, then said: “What do you mean? We- ” Salim interrupted him: “We came for you.” At his words, my eyes started tearing up, but my mind was a mess of emotions, incapable to say anything.

Jason helped me up, then he lifted me on Salim’s back. “I’ll be behind you, so you can’t fall off.” Jason spoke softly, rubbing my back. Salim turned his head a little, “We won’t let you fall ever again. I promise.” He whispered to me. As they started climbing towards the surface I started to cry silently. How do I deserve them. My life was all the opposite of support, care and understanding. But these two give me the feeling I’m worthy to be alive. As if they really care. I just met them hours ago, but I have the unbelievable urge, to never let go of them. I wanted to thank them, but no word left my mouth. “We’ll be taking you to a hospital.” Jason said from behind us. I shook my head heavy. “No… They’ll maybe… send me home.” It was so exhausted. Salim spoke a little louder now, “But you need to rest Habibti. No arguing.” – “What you said?” I heard that word before, what I wasn’t sure what it meant. Salim chuckled, “It means ‘my love’.” He called me his love? Was he thinking the same about me as I was thinking about him? Or is this standard kindness in Iraq. Anyway, he was right. I feel more and more like I’m fainting; my body hurts bad. But I know I didn’t break any bones. 

After a while, we finally reached the exit to the surface. Salim let me down slowly, Jason helped, so I won’t fall. “I’m alright. You can stop pretending that every bone of mine is broken.” My voice was angry. I was a little frustrated, they acted as if I have been a small child. Jason took my chin in one hand and whispered. “We will not let go of you anymore, next time you fall, you might break your neck.” He was right, but still. A little less overprotection please. “Let’s get her out of here.” Salim tied a climbing rope around me, from above two people were standing. “Pull her up guys.” Jason yelled above. Then Jason and Salim started climbing themselves. “You know, I grew up in caves, temples, pyramids and castles. I know how to climb.” I crossed my hands in front of my chest and puffed my checks in protest, as they pulled me up slowly. “Y/n stop arguing. You have fallen very deep, you might pass out, let go of the rope and fall again.” Salim spoke concerned. “I promise you, once we made sure you are on solid ground and doctors gives their ok. You are free to do whatever you like.” He said, Jason cut him off. “Except going down here again. First this must secure. I guess the local police will do that?” I nodded at him. “Yes, they usually do. First, I just want to take a shower and then sleep.” Both men laughed and agreed.

Reaching the surface, the sun almost blinded me, then my heart stopped beating. The shepherd’s hut was in bad condition. Parts have fallen into the ground; few smaller buildings were destroyed from bombs and bullets. “The poor people. Their homes. This must have been the worst day of their life.” I sighed and sat on the ground to take in the information, my eyes gave me. Jason stood beside me and laid his hand on my head. “Sorry about that. We will find you another place to stay.” – “No.” I said, “I will of course stay here and help them where I can, just as my team will do, probably.” Then Salim kneeled next to me and laid a hand on my shoulder. “For now, the police have to secure the area.” He spoke softly. “You should come with me. To rest.” His warm smile was so beautiful. I look him in the eyes, ready to speak as Jason’s huffed so loud, few people around us were suddenly looking at him. I looked at him worried and saw how he frowned. “To your place? Yeah, sure.” He shook his head and turned to leave. Salim stood up, “I hoped you’d come with us as well, or maybe join us later, when you get a free from your duty.” As Salim spoke, Jason stopped.

“As if you would want me there. You want to have y/n all for yourself. I’m not blind!” he spoke loud and angry. But also, sad. He didn’t even turn around to face us directly. I got up from the ground and wanted to walk to him, but Salim stopped me. “And I am not blind either. I see how much you care. Just as I do. And I know, you and I care for each other, just as we did, when we worked together to get her back.” Salim was so calm, I doubt I could ever be mad at him, and it seems Jason thought the same. He turned around, his face eventually softer. But before he could speak, I took Salim’s hand and reached out for Jason as well. “How about that date we talked earlier, Marine. I think I owe you two some nice dinner? For getting me out there.” Jason smiled at my offer and took my hand. “Alright, alright, you got me all wrapped around your finger. So, where’s your place? I think I can’t join right away, but I’ll be there for dinner then.” His voice was finally as it was when we met earlier. Not that tense, not worried, just Jason. Salim chuckled and wrote a little note for Jason. He hugged me tight, before he had to return to his team.

Salim and I started walking to my car. “What a miracle that piece of junk didn’t went diving.” I said honestly surprised. Salim and I laughed at my really bad joke and got in the car. He drove, first to my research place, to inform the others about what happened. “They won’t believe it.” I sighed. “Not until they come back to the hut and see with their own eyes.” Salim said and gave me an assuring pat on my shoulder. I nodded, “Yeah, and I can’t wait to put my legs up, everything is sore.” I sighed again. He chuckled and brushed over my arm, “first, you need to take a shower. I will not let you get in my bed or couch that dirty.” I laughed and took his hand in mine. Holding hands, we made our way. I can’t wait to see Jason again. How can you fall for two people. I guess it’s because I have a very big heart. Maybe? Polyamorous it’s called. I’m not sure what future will hold, but I’m thankful for the moments I will have with the two. Every single second.

So what do you think? Second chapter? Or should i just extend the ending a bit? Or is it fine that way? Please let me know ^^

-Livana

[fortune-fool02]

You need to chill out, because now you have me feeling something for Jason ...

Come. Join the fandom.

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Я намагаюся просувати свій фанфік якомога більше, пха.

The last sun before we die (Jaison Kolchek/Mreader; Salim Othman/Mreader)

- Will you eat it? The unidentified man calmly, without a hint of hostility, handed the surprised Iraqi a cereal bar and began to eat his own. It all looked so damned unreal, so much so that the Iranian soldier nervously burst out laughing as he continued to eat. - Why? - the foreigner suddenly asked the pilot in English. - Believe me, starving to death is the worst thing you can do in the end. Damn, the monsters make me hungry.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Even the most resilient of people would go crazy from the heat, losing some measure of sanity under the scorching rays for a while. You lose a complete understanding of work, its meaning, and question whether want to do it to the best of  ability. Or is it better to quit, saving your own skin and comfort. The small amount of fluid in the body was now more annoying than supporting the system of the tired body, unpleasantly making the T-shirt stick tightly to the wet curves of the body.   

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

It's endless. A vicious circle that seems to go on forever, driving you crazy about the most ordinary things. The ticking of the wristwatch on left hand not only pushes him to smash it against the rocks, but also causes unpleasant cramps in the Marine's lower abdomen. It looked like a countdown to something big, as people say: a bad feeling? Or maybe the man was starting to go a little crazy, because even his partners seemed to completely ignore the sounds of their own similar watches.

At that thought, the man exhaled desperately and kicked a small pebble with all his might, hitting another pair of military boots standing nearby with precision and clarity. Okay, the word "precisely" doesn't fit here, it was more like a crooked and bad kick that immediately sent the pebble in the opposite direction

- Whoa! Careful, sniper, what if I lose my leg? Now is not the time for training on live targets, especially if it's me

- Ha-ha, very funny, Nicky,- the infantryman snorted, adjusting his military panama hat for the hundredth time, which treacherously fell over his eyes with every movement of his head, - but doesn't the fact that I chose you as a target show my love for you? - the man batted his eyelashes at the last words, covering the lower part of his face as if trying to hide his blush.

- Then you'd better hate me, Chris.

- Not you, so Jason will love me. Right, Kolcek?

- Or I'll hate you both together.

Another snort escaped uncontrollably, turning into a laugh with occasional grunts. It sounded as if the seagull had turned into a pig that had failed and was beginning to die. The laughter was so uncontrollable that the infantryman could only bend in half and lean on his knees to keep from falling. The rifle that was now hanging on his back periodically slapped him with each burst of laughter, leaving behind a not deafening sound. The man could no longer control his own grunting and tried to hide the remnants of his shame and dignity with the bandana tied around his neck. Through the laughter, Stokes caught his partners' small remarks to each other:

- Did I have something on my face? - Jason asked with sincere surprise and a slightly distinctive American accent of the area where he lived. 

- Should I tell you the truth or be nice?

- Nick, do you want me to be gentle or cruel?

- I have to ask, what exactly do you give me in the choice?

Poor Chris crossed the line so far that it might have been considered normal laughter, as his normally tanned face began to change colors catastrophically quickly to red and gasp for breath.This shame will stay with him to the grave.

The bending of his body eventually forced the annoying panama hat to fall to the ground, falling mercilessly into the dust and dirt. Christopher didn't really care about it, and moreover, the object that had been covering his eyes was finally gone, and life became brighter. In the literal sense. However, the internal celebration of this kind of liberation was short-lived, because something more valuable, much more valuable, like a treasure, fell from head. His life-worn glasses, the lenses of which were scratched and irrevocably stained in some places, the left temple of which had been taped over a dozen times, fell to the ground with a soft thud, pulling out a few hairs.

The laughter stopped instantly, replaced by horror as the man crouched down and picked up the object he needed. Blind as a mole, Stokes began to test it by touch, running his fingers over the cool surface of the glass, and almost immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he found no cracks. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the taped left temple of the glasses, which was betrayed by the tape, which came off due to dust, making it crooked and unstable again. 

- Bitch, - the infantryman shamelessly cursed under his breath as he continued to feel for the tape in his pockets.

- Let me help you, - a familiar accent said very close to his ear

Someone else's exhalation in  ear caused herds of ants to run through body, disarming  mind like a fever, and feeling  hands almost suddenly sweat as clutched the fragile thing tightly. To hell with it, the soldier was now grateful for the merciless Iranian sun and the previous bout of laughter that had hidden the insidious redness of his cheeks caused by something more personal.

 Chris realized that Jason had come so close only to avoid frightening his blind partner, nothing more, but one slightly raspy voice with a southern American accent was enough to lose all concentration. Jason's voice was unapologetically funny at some points, due to the place of his birth, which made some words sound peculiar, but somehow it felt so new and familiar at the same time that Stokes not only wanted to, but craved to talk to Kolchek more, listening to every letter and sound. It sounded alive, not perfect and real. 

- Thank you, - the American whispered uncomfortably, blindly handing over his glasses as a pair of hands took them away.

- Isn't that why I'm here? Marines do not abandon each other. 

- Semper Fi, right? Even if it's just to glue my glasses for the hundredth time?

- Semper Fi. Even in the thousandth.

Bored in anticipation, the man tried to look at the environment and everything in it without his glasses. He understood perfectly well that God would not grant him enlightenment and restore his sight, but it was so interesting to kill boredom from time to time by drawing new pictures over and over again from the usual boring landscapes of everyday life. The whole world turned into a cluster of different colors and shapes, a complete abstraction. Van Gogh would have been jealous. It was just a pity that Stokes had no talent or desire to paint, so that more people than himself could see it. This entertainment did not last long, as a lump came to his throat and a wild desire to empty his stomach. The side effects of his "artistic vision" in the form of vomiting came almost instantly, as soon as he was without glasses for even five minutes.

- Close your eyes and count to ten, slowly. With each count, exhale deeply, - Kolchek's voice whispered in ear again, like a haunting curse, drawing everyone's attention to him and his hand, which began to slowly stroke back under the rifle.

- Water, perhaps? 

Nick finally reminded of his presence in time, giving Christopher relief and the opportunity to breathe with a full lung when Jason's attention was distracted. 

- I'm more in need of good eyesight, an endless supply of glasses and protein bars, but thanks.

- Eternally hungry.

- You always smoke like a chimney.

- Blind.

- Giant.

- It's done.

- Gods, Jason, you're my life saver! 

- And I offered water, so without me you will die under the sun in the next few hours, because of your own stupidity. I will not miss you.

This phrase will play a role in your future

- Yes, yes, I hate you too, but tell me how bad the cosmetic repair of my glasses looks. No, I'd rather you both tell me how bad it is on a scale of one to ten.

- Ouch, so cruel to Jason's help,-  the black man teased.

- But he's the only one who came to help, Nicky, -  Chris countered, - so what? How do you rate your own work? - his emerald eyes bore into the brunette in the cap.

The cruel internal irony was waiting for one good comment to come along, as an incentive and support to stay with this pair of glasses as long as possible, no matter how shitty they looked. He was not ready to get rid of them, the wounds were too fresh and would only start bleeding violently if he tore off the band-aid that served as the old, shabby glasses. As he waited, Chris never took his eyes off Kolchek's dark and mesmerizing eyes, which seemed to bring everyone to their knees if they wanted to. They resembled a combination of dark chocolate dipped in honey, but if the man stood a little to the side, at an angle of the sun's rays, the lighting changed the deep look to something warm, and the surface of the dark chocolate simply melted into a milky chocolate that tasted great with tea. It would seem that a coherent answer to this question could have come immediately, given that each of them knew the real answer, but Jason suddenly capitulated, looking away and coughing into his fist as he returned to his patrol. Kolchek was not very good at such matters, which could and even should have touched his empathic side, especially complicated by his bluntness and not always being able to keep the truth behind his teeth. The man tried to avoid it, being soft now could mean an untimely death, emotions were something they, Marines, had to be able to keep under control.  However, the brunette failed, time after time, a stupid smile creeping onto his face, as soon as he looked at his partners, who were no longer strangers from the beginning of their service, now they were brothers, his only friends in all these years, with whom it was impossible to be a cold wall. 

Semper Fi was now their motto for life.

The unpleasant morning abdominal cramps have been replaced by new painful sensations in my chest that take my breath away. This is what disappointment tastes like. Exhaling sharply through the gap between his front teeth, Stokes finally picked up his own panama hat, shaking off the dirt and dust that had managed to penetrate the dark green fabric, making it a point to take a proper shower later, because he would no longer be sure of the cleanliness of his hair. It was quite surprising how, in a few seconds, the hated part of the wardrobe became much more interesting than all the subsequent looks and conversations. 

- Well,- Chris finally broke the uncomfortable silence with a dry smile, - your answers are eloquent without words, I'm going to go mourn it over a cigarette. Thank you in advance, Nicky, for the lighter and the cigarette itself.

- But I didn't give you anything...- Nicholas added with suspicion, rustling his hands in his pockets. - You did! How!?

- Sleight of hand, my dear friend, sleight of hand,-  Chris replied, twirling the stolen lighter he had already removed between his fingers and stepping outside the small checkpoint, pulling his panama hat back over head.

- Don't let your guard down, okay? 

That was the last thing that reached Chris's ears in Jason's last moments of silence, but now it was Kolchek's turn to catch the silence and his friend's stingy nod

Almost instantly, the scorching and dry air of the area hit his tanned face, forcing Christopher to squint, habitually expecting a grain of sand to hit his eyes. Having escaped from the merciless nature, the marine decided to lean against the wall of their small checkpoint, where he leaned his weapon as a ritual and did the same. The heated wall wasn't much fun for the smoker, only making his damp T-shirt and sweat-soaked bandana stick to  body more. But it served its purpose quite well for the moment, like protection from the blazing Iranian sun or the occasional sandy wind, so Stokes wasn't complaining, especially since he'd been exposed to worse conditions, so it could even be called a luxury in a way. 

The new portion of nicotine made cough a little, just like the first time. It seemed that the man would never be able to take a drag properly and properly from the first time, almost dying in a coughing fit from the smoke in his lungs. Someone could stop it, why make yourself suffer over and over again for something that destroys you and can even kill you in the long run?

Addiction can be more than just a cigarette, bottle or drug. Addictions take on human images, traits, and cover the spectrum of the addict's emotions, making it impossible to stop. Who knows, maybe we are all born addicted, but the activation and development of the catalyst occurs uniquely for everyone. At different times, ages, or situations.

Chris doesn't remember when he became an addict. Moreover, he doesn't see himself as such, and cigarette after cigarette doesn't change the infantryman's mind. It became part of the process, like hunger or thirst or even air. The body needs, demands, and destroys itself when at least one process is ignored. The language does not turn to call what has become a part of you an addiction.

In other words, it is too weak to admit it to yourself.

The sound of an earpiece in  right ear instantly brought out of his thoughts, forcing  to drop his cigarette in surprise.

- Columbus, this is Mailman Two - One Actual. An unknown person is approaching, be prepared for any eventuality. Over.

- This is Columbus. The order was adopted.Over.

His hands quickly picked up the weapon, automatically remembering to check the magazine for ammunition and receiving his own acknowledgment of readiness, Chris cautiously peered out from behind the wall through the scope, looking at the unknown. It was a small and frail figure, looking like a civilian. The figure walked along holding something in his hands, clutching some packages to his chest, which made the marine feel tense from not knowing what it could be, and his finger squeezed the trigger slightly, but not firing, waiting for further orders.

- Stop right there, - Kolchek's loud and steely voice rang out, - and provide the contents of your packages. If you do not comply, we will open fire.

A chill ran down  spine as he realized the true gravity of the situation. The radical methods of shooting to kill, brought Christopher to a cold, even icy and sticky fear in the pit of his stomach. He will never be able to get used to it, and the look in the empty eyes of the dead haunts his nights, even though those dead could be the terrorists themselves. The current situation plays a major role in how the events will unfold, how many will die or survive.

One shot could have saved someone, but it could have also killed them if it was a civilian.

- Damn it, Jason, she's not stopping.

- You think I can't see that, Nick?

- Then... should I follow the order? -  Kay asked in a whisper, uncertain, even a little afraid.

- Yes. Shoot, buddy,- Kolchek said immediately, without a doubt, trying to contact Chris again. - Columbus, this is Mailman Two - One Actual. Come back to us. Over.

The silence in response made the man frown in displeasure, repeating the call. The uneasiness snaked under the infantryman's skin. Where the hell can you disappear to when you're just a few steps away from them?

- Columbus, this is Mailman Two - One Actual. Can you hear me? Over.

A shrill and loud female scream made Kolchek flinch, quickly turning his gaze to Nicholas, who was beginning to lose color from his own face, despite his dark skin. The body of an unidentified civilian could be seen pinned to the ground by the missing marine, while all the packages were brutally poured out without mercy, some of the food, such as some vegetables or some Iranian sweets, spilled out onto the ground. A wave of emotions washed over Jason: from relief that Stokes was alive and hadn't disappeared to anger that he had left without warning or an order to attack. However, anger quickly overwhelmed the slippery fear in his chest for the man's safety, involuntarily recalling the infamous September 11 attacks, forcing the brunette in the cap to take a quick step away from his post, raising his weapon and holding the pair in his sights. Sgt. Kay followed closely behind, but more slowly, providing the necessary cover.

The girl began to fall silent, and two of the Marines noticed the third of them finally make signs of movement, slowly rising from her, saying something. Only as they got closer did they hear Arabic, which was slightly sharp with a strong American accent.

هل أنت في أمان؟ أنا آسف لإخافتك، لكنك كنت تتصرف بشكل غير مسؤول هنا. كان يمكن أن تُقتل بسبب هذا، أتفهم؟ - ( - I'm sorry I scared you, but you were acting irresponsibly. You could have been killed for that, you know?),  - the junior lieutenant spoke harshly, holding the girl's fallen headphones.

In response, he received only a new and loud girlish sob, and the girl hid behind her hands, covering her face and head, as if wanting to disappear from the men who frightened her, mostly Christopher himself, who spoke to her as if in a language both native and unknown. No wonder she was afraid of them: now, in a foreign land, they were nothing more than hated criminals or murderers associated with the war in their homeland. Chris's expression softened and his guilt blossomed into a new bouquet in his chest as he saw a frightened child, to say the least. How old was she, 17? 19?

أنا آسف- , (- I'm sorry)  - the man whispered, not as harshly as before, with a hint of guilt, picking up the fallen vegetables and sweets from the ground and returning them to their place. At the same time, he inspected the packages.

A feeling of relief came out of lungs as an exhalation, realizing that there was nothing dangerous except the food. Perhaps the most dangerous thing that could have been was the sweets for diabetics.

- She is fine, just couldn't hear us through the headphones, - the feeling of a saved life washed over, making smile stupidly at Jason and Nick.  لا بأس، يمكنك العودة إلى المنزل الآن - ,( - Everything's fine, you can go home.) - Chris handed her the packages, expecting the girl to come out of her shell of fear and run away from them without even looking.

But still, surprisingly, the tanned girl accepted the packages calmly, only throwing frightened glances between the three strangers until she added hoarsely with tears:

أنت... لن تقتلني وعائلتي؟ - (You... won't kill me and my family?) 

 أتفهم سبب اعتقادك ذلك, ( - I understand why you think so,)- Chris could not hide the disappointment in his voice, - كما ترى، كل هذه الفحوصات ضرورية فقط لضمان السلامة. من أجلنا ومن أجلك. (As you can see, all of these checks are only necessary to ensure security. For us and for your people) , - he lied. Their command never accepted the Iranian people.  ألم تأخذ الحرب وقتاً كافياً لإيقاف الموت العبثي أخيراً؟ - (Was the war not enough to finally stop the senseless deaths?) ,اعتني بنفسك (Take care of yourself). - Chris helped the girl to stand up, giving her something from his pocket. - إنه لوح من الحبوب أقسم أنها ليست مسممة, (These are flakes that I swear are not poisoned,) - The marine objected to the suspicion in other people's eyes and showed up to a dozen empty wrappers from his own pockets, - ولذيذ جداً,(and very tasty.)  - the man could not help but smile.

The girl's lips smiled for a split second. It was hard to tell if she was nervous or if she really decided to thank her rescuer with a smile rather than words. Carefully taking the offered treat, she did not dare to put on her headphones and almost ran in the right direction.

- What kind of friendly tea party was that, Columbus!? - Jason finally lowered his weapon, exploding in a wave of anger at his friend. - Or should I ask you first for your disappearance, for not contacting me, and for making contact with the target despite no orders?

Kolchek's cheeks flushed red from an uncontrollable outburst of screaming and anger. Who the hell was the first lieutenant on their team?

-  I apologize, First Lieutenant Kolchek,- Chris spat out irritably, - but if it weren't for me, a civilian was killed for nothing.

- I see where you're going, Junior Sergeant Stokes, - the first lieutenant said, like Christopher, perhaps even with more causticity, - do you want the order immediately or after the ceremony?

- What the hell is wrong with you?!

- What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you! What if Nick had hit you? In the head? In the heart? You'd be fucking dead! 

Both of them, irritated and angry, fell silent, as if not knowing what to do next. One ran away, not even thinking about the safety of his life, and the other broke into a sweat as soon as he saw the body of the first one lying on the target. The realization gradually came to mind, bringing with it a bucket of cold guilt for the two men to face each other, forcing them to look away.

- I... I hit it,- Nicholas broke the silence again, - Chris...? - he turned to Kay in a moment of excitement

Almost simultaneously with Kolchek, Stokes instantly began to examine himself, feeling his heart begin to pound nonstop, echoing in his ears, fueling his internal panic as his own hands touched his body, searching for injuries. The adrenaline was leaving  body, bringing with it a wave of awareness and a tangible aching, slightly burning pain in the back under his right shoulder blade.

- Shit, you're fuking right, - Columbus whispered, gasping for breath, not so much from the wound as from internal panic.

He realized that he might have been exaggerating too much, that the wound was probably not fatal, at least the junior sergeant believed it now, to muffle the frightening pounding of his own heart. But  brain was panicking, drawing picture after picture of him bleeding out irreversibly, getting infected, or dying without waiting for help because of his stupidity. The voices around him seemed to be moving away, and reality gradually disappeared like quicksand, taking the marine into its depths. 

Fuck,  Jason's gonna kill him for sure.

Welcome to my new story! I want to make a few warnings before you dive into reading the next chapters. This game does not belong to me and only Chris and his story are mine.  Some moments will be modified, you know, it's necessary for Chris to be infused canonically and not look like a flat decoration. I can't tell you exactly who the ending will be with, it's all in the process, or even a joint ending is planned, so wait). Oh, yeah, a few more warnings: swearing, blood, traumatic moments, death. There will not be too much adult content, and most likely in the last chapters.My English is not perfect yet, so there may be mistakes. I try to improve with each text  Enjoy reading!

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Kintober Day 2/3 - Breeding, Exhibitionism

Pairing: Jason Kolchek x Salim Othman x reader

Word count: 2020

Genre: Kintober, smexy time, rating M, smut, 18+ yall know thr drill

Warnings: slight breeding kink, exhibitionism, fingering, p in v, threesome, a little bit of edging because Jason deservs it, what plot there's no plot

So I'm a mess right now, and I figured if I can't write one theme every day i'll combine them into one fic because IM A SLOW BITCH.

The first theme is right here if ya want a peek. Anyway, without further do, hope yall enjoy it💕

The week went wonderfully, almost as it was planned with Zain's visit on Monday. Seeing the boy was one special occasion since he moved up to London, while Salim decided he would stay with Jason and you, as it was "more economical" to be a "flatmate" with two of his most trusted friends. The visit was indeed quite pleasant; while Salim chewed down all 10 of his fingers, you made sure that the house would shine by the time Zain came, and Jason looked for some fun activities and places to visit. It was fun having the young boy here, so oblivious to the fact that his father started a rather interesting relationship with the two of you.

It wasn't official yet- how would Salim prop this subject up so easily and so early for his son that he started dating not one but two people at the same time… But it was there, bubbling between you three for some time now, a mutual pining for the other, playing with open cards.

And as much as you enjoyed getting to know more about Zain, and peeking into the bond with his father, it was pretty damn hard to contain yourself and the two men for a whole week.

No touching, no flirting, not even the slightest of suggestive looks between the three of you, in fear that Zain would catch something before it's time to tell him. As much as you loved the boy and the time you spent with him; the first thing you did when you finally departed from him was to push your tongue down Salim's throat, while Jason started to get him undressed.

"Missed me much?" Salim chuckled breathless when you finally broke the fevered kiss, raiding his arms when Jason pulled on his shirt.

"The whole week." You mumble into his lips, teeth nibbling on his plump lower lip.

"Give yourself credit darlin," Jason draped his arm over Salim's ass, squeezing his side. He leaned over Salim's shoulder to steal a quick kiss from you, -a small praise for your iron will,- before he moved over to Salim's neck, licking a long line along his pulsing vein. "Out of the three of us you were the most patient one." Jason's lips moved over the older man's ears, you giggled seeing his earlobe disappear into Jason's mouth.

It was already too much, too overwhelming for Salim- you felt between your legs his knees tremble as he grabbed your hips, head falling back into Jason's shoulders, a hoarse moan escaping deep from his throat.

"Stop it, you two before I lose it." Somehow he still had enough presence of mind to start pushing you backwards with one hand hooked into your belt, grabbing Jason's arm with the other. "Up, now." He ordered, swallowing hard, and thanks to his luck you and Jason actually listened to him, before you started your devilish play with the older man.

Taking down the clothes was a challenge- messy movements, entangled limbs between heated storms of kisses. While you helped Jason unbuckling his belt, Salim took down your bra, Jason fumbling with the shirt buttons on Salim's chest.

You didn't remember how long it took, or how you ended up on the bed, but suddenly there was Jason's head on your chest, tongue already mapping out the shell of your breast, as Salim leaned down onto Jason's back to plant soft kisses over his shoulder blades.

"Fuck, I missed this." You hissed, back arching into Jason's face as he sucked in one of your hardening nipples. "I missed you." You meant it for both of them equally. There were no lower or higher stages where these two stood- in your heart both Salim and Jason took an equal place.

Over Jason's shoulder you locked eyes with Salim, his deep brown eyes wandering over your features, his expressions softened for a second.

"You look so beautiful, Habibee." He rasped

a smirk appearing over his lips, one hand closing up to hold your chin. "So soft and perfect."

Then, the warmth of his hand left you; you watched moving it over yours and Jason's body, sneaking between your middle.

A moment later suddenly Jason pushed himself upwards, gasping and swallowing thick.

Immediately you followed his body, sitting on your heels, you found Salim's hand slowly pumping Jason's hardening cock. His back bent over the older man's chest as he let himself go loose in his embrace, grunting out Salim's name.

Smiling, you pushed your body against Jason, feeling his quickly rising chest, Salim's hand slightly brushing your inner thigh in the process.

"Come on Jarhead, let us hear how you like this." Salim growled into Jason's ear, sharing a smug grin with you, as you hummed in agreement.

"The biggest tease all week and now suddenly the cat took his tongue." You continued, voice honeyed, so innocent to the ear.

Leaning down you nuzzled your nose into Jason's collarbone, teeth biting gently on the soft, freckled skin.

"F-fuck." He blurted out, hands swinging around your middle to grip your ass. You squealed, but Salim quickly leaned over to silence you with a kiss. "You two fuckin' ruin me I swear." Jason gritted under his teeth, trying to turn his head to the two of you.

"We try Hayati, we try." His hand stopped, right under the large vein on the underside, Jason's tip nudging your navel.

A chuckle left Salim when Jason let out a frustrated whine, trying to move between your bodies.

"I– goddamnit why did yall stop?" A deep line appeared over Jason's temple when he looked down at you- almost offended and you placed a smothering kiss over the corner of his mouth.

"I think it's only fair, after you teased us non-stop for five days. Don't you think, Salim?" You pondered, not paying attention to the grip, Jason started to unleash on your ass. He fondled your flesh, steady and calloused fingers palming all over your bottom.

"Indeed Habibee. My love, you were a pain in the ass for quite some time now." He let go of Jason, only to graze your curves up and down, looking between you and the younger man. "I say let him struggle a little." He winked at you as he gently cupped your breast.

Closing your eyes you let the warm tingle spread over your chest; pussy clenched as your arousal rose in you.

"Hmmm what shall his punishment be?" You moaned over Jason's neck, lips nipping under his jaw.

Your body shook along with Jason's when Salim left the both of you, knees coming beside you, his arms pushed down on Jason's chest.

The younger man fell onto his back, his hard dick laying over his happy tail. With pupils blown wide, Jason licked his lips impatiently studying yours and Salim's form as the man turned to you.

"You can only watch, no touching." Salim declared looking at Jason, his hand sneaking over your waist.

The look on the young man's face was almost painful, lips pursed tightly together, hearing the conditions. You giggled seeing him like this like a child who was denied entry to enter the candy store, but your thoughts could not be on Jason's pouting when Salim brushed his fingers between your wet folds.

With a sigh you arched your hips into his touch, his fingers making precise work smudging your wetness over your pulsing cunt. His thumb came to rub lazy circles over the sensitive nub as he carefully eased you down into the pillows.

"Soaking wet already…" He mumbled, loud enough so Jase could hear him. One hand coming to rest beside your head, Salim pushed up and apart your legs with his thighs, kneeling between them. "So soft and warm under my fingers."

You bent your head into the pillows, jaw falling open as he picked up a steady rhythm, slowly rocking himself into the move.

"You better watch Jason, how delicious she is. Let me make our Hayati sing so sweetly."

Over your lashes you caught as Jason turned to your direction, his cock in hand, bucking his hips into the fists, wrapped around it.

You sucked in your bottom lip, watching him getting off only by watching you two, indeed he didn't touch either of you, and Salim said nothing about if Jason can touch himself or not.

"Look at you Jarhead, already unable to hold back yourself? What are you thinking? Which one of us are you fucking?" Salim pulled his hand away from you, a whine leaving you as the warm waves of your climax stopped.

Before you could have complained about your needs, Salim moved closer to you, taking himself into his hand. He pumped his cock a few times before he leaned down over you.

His soft, curly hairs on his chest tickled your breast when he hovered over you, slowly lining the tip of his cock up to your entrance, gathering your essence over it. He grabbed your right leg, fingers wrapping under your knee, he lifted your leg up, positioning your hips into his form.

He quickly looked over to Jason, and when the younger man brought his hand down to the base of his cock, Salim snapped his hips into yours with a smooth motion.

A high pitched moan came from your mouth, your breast bouncing with the force, he drove into you, matching his pace with Jason's hand.

The knot in your stomach twitched – at this obscene scene with your men, always including all three of you somehow, when it came to pleasuring one another. Watching Salim drove into you, feeling every vein as he stroked your clenching walls, both of you moaning when a deeper trust hit your cervix.

Salim knew your body like his own hands, angling his cock with the right move to reach far within your pussy, his tip nudging the spongy spot that could tear you apart under just a few moments.

"Fuck Salim" You panted, pushing your heels into his lower back. "I'm almost there."

Grunting he leaned down, capturing your lips, tongue parting them for better access.

"You gonna come on my cock, beautiful? Gonna make me fuck you untill I'll fill you to the brim." He rasped, chest heaving as his gaze roamed over your face. "Fuck Hayati, can I cum inside you? Let me have my seed in you. You would look amazing with my child in your belly."

Your sight went blurry, as the knot tightened in your core, and with a twitch your orgasm washed over your body, locking down your muscles. You opened your mouth for a silent cry, your walls gripping around Salim's cock, and he swore under his breath, driving himself up into you, until his balls hit your hot skin.

You felt his body tremble, his cock pulsing in you, painting your walls with his relief. Tilting your head to the side, you just caught when Jason rode out his high, cum flowing down on his fingers, his throat bobbing up and down.

After a few moments Jason flopped down beside you, eyes already fighting against the tiredness. You took his hand, his juice still glossing on it and brought it up to your mouth, to suck them clean.

You hummed satisfied, devouring every drop of his cum, tasting the salt on your tongue.

Salim grunted, finally pulling out from you, the emptiness hitting you unexpectedly. As he laid down on your other side, his palm rested on your leg, pushing it down to your other leg.

"Let's keep you close for a while. I meant it when I said I want to make you pregnant." He said gently hovering over you to plant a soft kiss onto Jason's lips.

"Next round I'll start with you Habibi, alright?" He promised winking.

"And when will it be?" Jason snorted, already drawing circles into your skin on your stomach.

"A matter of minutes." You heard Salim say, and you couldn't stop the giggle when Jason huffed.

A few minutes will do all of you good, getting fresh and ready for the upcoming events.

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Hello!

I hope you’re doing well. I was wondering if you’d be able to do a headcanon or a fic (which ever you’d like) on Eric from house of ashes taking care of the reader when their sick

Thank you so much! 🤍

Hi dear! I love your request and I certainly have heart eyes for Colonel King so I had A TON of fun writing this 🤭 Hope you enjoy this drabble 💕

Pairing: Eric King x Reader (Gender Neutral) [The Dark Pictures Anthology: House of Ashes]

Warnings: Descriptions of sickness/flu symptoms, Swearing(?)

Genre: FLUFF, Romance, Comfort Fluff

Being in the Marines has strengthened Eric's immune system greatly over the past decade

However, he still remembers how you'd take care of him when he was sick all the times he came down with the most simple sickness and dramatized it as if he was on his death bed

And he's never hesitated to give you the same treatment in return

Even if you are more of a 'It's nothing' type

So much so you wouldn't think twice about going to work (as long as whatever you have isn't contagious)

Thankfully, Eric is not about to let that happen

Count on this man becoming a human vending machine, providing all the snacks, drinks and candy you desire

His cooking skills are mediocre at best and on a good day, but that's not to say he doesn't put in an extra 110% into his attempts when they are meant for you

He's mastered the classic chicken noodle soup so count on that being breakfast, lunch and dinner if ordering takeout wasn't a thing

He wouldn't let you lift a finger, insisting you stay in bed and rest while he takes care of the household chores

It's a relaxation tactic for him as well, getting to do something as ordinary as vacuum the living room or wash the dishes helps him forget the last warzone he barely escaped with his life

At the end of the day, he's sure to climb in bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you despite your warnings to preserve his own health

You both fall asleep, with him more likely to be the first, while whatever movie you chose keeps playing as background noise

10/10 partner you got there, that's all imma say

[universebeyond]

HOUSE OF ASHES Gameplay [THEATRICAL CUT & CURATOR'S CUT MIX]

[vigilante-3073]

Chemistry

JASON KOLCHEK x FEMALE CHEMIST!READER

Summary: A specialist in biohazardous materials and chemical weapons is called to Camp Slayer to assist in the excavation into a buried Sumerian temple.

TW: Mild angst, injured reader, hurt/comfort themes, guns, blood.

Jason stood outside the entrance to the building as he waited for the doctor to arrive at Camp Slayer. A helicopter appeared overhead before slowly lowering down onto the dusty ground below.

Jason watched as a young woman pushed open the door and hopped out, leaning back into the helicopter to grab two large cases of supplies. She dragged them to the edge of the doorway with a grimace at the heavy weight.

Jason quickly made his way over, "Need a hand, Doctor?" He asked loudly over the thrum of helicopter blades as they spun.

"Yes, please," She said, stepping out of the way.

Jason lifted the cases easily, "Follow me," He said, tilting his head towards the building.

The doctor followed Jason across the dusty ground and over to the building, "I'm First Lieutenant Jason Kolchek, Ma'am," He said.

"Doctor Y/N L/N. It's a pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant," She said, pulling the door open for him, "Likewise, Ma'am. We have a workspace prepared for you inside," Jason replied, stepping through the doorway.

Jason led her through the winding hallways of the base before turning and pressing his back against one of the doors to open it, "This room is all yours, Doc," Jason said, watching her move past him and into the large office.

"Wow, this is better than my office at home," She said, looking around at the paintings and sculptures scattered around the large office.

Jason stepped away from the door, "Where would you like these, Ma'am?" He asked.

"Oh, gosh. Sorry, um- Right on the desk would be great," Y/N said, he lifted the cases up onto the tabletop before stepping back.

"What exactly does a chemist bring into the middle of the desert? If you don't mind my asking, that is," Jason questioned.

She took a breath, thumbs popping two of the latches before lifting the lid, "A lot of stuff, actually. I've been told that the Colonel is more prepared for exposure to combat weapons than chemical ones on this mission," She said, sifting through the contents of her case.

Y/N finally found what she was looking for, pulling out a gas mask, "This is going to become your new best friend down there, Lieutenant," She said, holding the mask out to Jason.

He took the mask from her hand, "What exactly do you think is down there, Doc?" Jason asked, "We're going to assume anything and everything," She stated.

Jason watched her as she pulled out multiple boxes of medication and small med cups, "What's that?" He questioned.

"It's called Ciprofloxacin," Y/N said, opening one of the boxes and popping two of the pills out of the foil and into the two medication cups, "It's meant for-" "Anthrax," Jason stated, she nodded.

"Preparing for anything and everything," She said, picking up the two cups and holding one out to Jason.

He took it from her hand, "Cheers," He nodded, bringing the med cup up to his mouth as they both took the pills.

....

The team made it to the sight of the bunker and the soldiers went ahead to clear the compound before bringing in the Colonel, the Doctor and Rachel. Iraqi forces arrived and a firefight ensued, Jason managed to get the Doctor to safety before returning to the shootout.

The ground suddenly began to rumble, knocking Jason off balance as cracks spread quickly across the dirt. Sinkholes opened all across the compound, dragging American and Iraqi soldiers down into the caverns below.

The Doctor had disappeared somewhere in the rubble and everyone was scattered and divided. Jason couldn't help but blame himself, she was defenseless and he had lost her in his effort to protect her during the firefight.

Jason had formed a relationship of necessity with Salim in the tunnels as they fought against the vampire creatures that had been trapped below.

Jason made his way down the tunnel with Salim by his side, their weapons were raised with flashlights pointing forward as they moved quietly down the path. Jason halted in his step when he heard a noise from inside the wall of the tunnel, he and Salim quickly moved to press their backs against the wall.

Jason leaned out, hearing more rustling from the hole in the wall, "There's somethin' in there," He said quietly to Salim.

"Should we try and sneak past it?" Salim asked.

Jason shook his head, "No, let's blitz the fucker," He stated.

"This is a bad idea," Salim muttered, leaning back against the wall with a shake of his head.

"The minute we move that son of a bitch is gonna be on us," Jason reasoned quietly.

"Fine," Salim huffed, "On three?" Jason asked, Salim nodded, adjusting his grip on his gun.

"One... Two... Three," Jason counted. The pair quickly moved towards the hole and shone their lights in, weapons poised to strike.

Y/N sobbed, curling up tighter with her head pressed into the crook of her arm as she held her blood-stained hand up.

"Oh, fuck," Jason muttered, lowering his gun, "Y/N? Is that you in there, sweetheart? It's Lieutenant Kolchek," He said softly.

Her head slowly lifted, she blinked at the brightness of their lights. Y/N was sitting on the ground in a spot just large enough to fit her body with her knees pulled tightly to her chest.

Tear tracks cut through the dirt and blood on her cheeks, "Put that thing down would ya?" Jason ordered, reaching out and pushing Salim's arm down to angle the beam of his flashlight onto the ground.

"Jason?" Y/N asked quietly, Jason squatted down to see her better.

"Yeah, it's me, darlin'. Think you can come out of there for me?" He asked.

She slowly released her legs, shifting onto her knees and crawling through the short but narrow tunnel towards the entrance to the hallway, "There you go, just a little farther, sweetheart," Jason coached, reaching in for her to take his hand.

He smiled when she finally placed her hand in his, brushing his thumb across her knuckles reassuringly. Jason helped her climb out of the wall, standing up and pulling her to her feet with him.

She immediately pressed herself against his chest, wrapping her arms around him as more tears rolled down her cheeks. Jason wrapped his arm around her, his other hand resting on the back of her head.

He buried his fingers in her hair, holding her tightly, "You're okay, I've got ya," He assured softly, hand rubbing over her back as she trembled.

"She's bleeding," Salim stated, shining his flashlight at her side.

The material of her shirt that was visible below her bulletproof vest was soaked with her blood, "Let me get a look at you, sweetheart," Jason pulled away, looking down at her.

The side of her vest was shredded, deep claw marks slicing through the fabric and into her flesh, "They got you good, huh?" He asked, she shook her head stiffly and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

"I'm okay," She said.

"Knew you were a tough cookie," Jason smiled.

Jason's eyes flickered up to her hairline, noticing the blood on her skin. Jason reached out, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger as he tilted her head up, "You hit your head?" He asked, the feeling of ice cold guilt settling in his stomach like a stone.

"When I fell," Y/N said.

"You're feelin' okay though?" He asked, eyes flickering over her body.

"Yeah," She said with a sniff, pressing herself closer to his side.

Salim leaned into the split in the wall, shining his flashlight inside, "My god," He muttered.

"What?" Jason asked, "You need to see this," Salim stepped out of the way, the beam of his flashlight still shining into the wall.

Jason stepped over, "What am I lookin' at?" He questioned, squinting into the divided rock.

"The walls," Salim said.

Jason felt the blood drain from his face when he finally noticed the claw marks carved deep into the rock on either side of the narrow passageway, "Holy shit," Jason muttered, he turned towards Y/N.

Her arms were wrapped loosely around herself as she watched them silently, "Did one of those fuckers try to get you in there? Is that-" He let out a huff, trying to calm himself down.

"Is that how they hurt you?" Jason asked.

"I didn't move back far enough," She mumbled.

"Fuck. I am so fuckin' sorry, sweetheart," Jason said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her body against his chest in a tight embrace.

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around his neck, "It's not your fault, Jason," She assured, voice muffled against his shoulder.

"I swear to God that I will get you out of here, alright? I'm not lettin' you die down here, baby," Jason declared.

[bombsquad9]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝗼 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞

Hello! I am Ro, and I am 18-21 year old trans man. I write for many fandoms (which shall be listed below). This is indeed my second account, I deleted my last one because I needed to refresh everything (feed, posts, etc). I will try to post frequently, and if I do not then please be patient with me, because it probably means burn out or poor mental health. I also have a new Wattpad account, which the username is also bombsquad09 (it will also be linked below, along with a tag list). Every fandom and character within will be in alphabetical order. Some of the fandoms I do write for will not be listed, and that is due to me not taking requests for those specific fandoms. Thank you!

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝗼𝗺𝐬:

✞Apex Legends

—> Character(s): Catalyst, Caustic, Fuse, Horizon, Loba, Mirage, Octane, Revenant, Seer, Valkyrie, Wattson.

✞Call of Duty

—> Character(s): John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, John Price, König, Nikto, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

✞Fallout 4

—> Character(s): Cait, Codsworth, Deacon, John Hancock, Nick Valentine, Porter Gage, Preston Garvey, Robert MacCready.

✞House of Ashes

—> Character(s): Eric King, Jason Kolchek, Joey Gomez, Nick Kay, Rachel King, Salim Othman.

✞Just Ignore Them

—> Character(s): Brea, Mark, The Sheriff.

✞Mortal Kombat

—> Character(s): Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Liu Kang, Noob Saibot.

✞Outlast

—> Character(s): Chris Walker, Eddie Gluskin, Jeremy Blaire, Miles Upshur, Richard Trager.

✞Resident Evil

—> Character(s): Ada Wong, Alcina Dimitrescu, Albert Wesker, Ashley Graham, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Ethan Winters, Finn Macauley, Jake Muller, Jill Valentine, Leon Kennedy, Luis Sera, Nikolai Zinoviev, Piers Nivans, Sherry Birkin.

✞Subnautica

—> Character(s): AL-AN.

✞The Quarry

—> Character(s): Abigail Blyg, Dylan Lenivy, Emma Mountebank, Jacob Custos, Kaitlyn Ka, Max Brinly, Nick Furcillo, Ryan Erzahler.

✞Tomb Raider

—> Character(s): Lara Croft

✞Until Dawn

—> Character(s): Ashley Brown, Christopher Hartley, Emily Davis, Jessica Riley, Joshua Washington, Matthew Taylor, Michael Monroe, Samantha Giddings.

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬:

✞Transphobia, Homophobia, Racism, Sexism, Fetishizing, etc will not be tolerated. If you do anything related to any of those topics you will be blocked from my account.

✞Do NOT request things such as pedophilia, rape, zoophilia, etc . If anything you are requesting is like that you will be blocked from my account.

✞If you send hate in my anonymous inbox then you shall be ignored, and your message will be deleted. If you're going to be hatefully, don't be a pussy and hide behind an anon.

✞Minor shall interact with anything that is not labeled 18+/MDNI/smut. I can't stop you, nor am I going to carry out an investigation to find out if you're 18+. If you're a minor and you interact and see something you don't like; THATS NOT MY FAULT.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝗺:

⚠︎︎Requests are currently open⚠︎︎

✞If you are requesting please be specific about what you want. This includes characters, setting, whether it's ship/xreader/headcanons, and other criteria you want. I can't make it what you want if you don't tell me.

✞I will write smut, fluff, and angst. Headcanons, ships, x readers, preferences, etc are all acceptable within reason.

—> When it comes to smut I will write quite a bit, even somewhat darker themes (Again; I draw the line at things like rape). I may not be good due to having lack of practice from where I didn't write for awhile, my apologies.

—> When it comes to angst, I will write almost anything. I will write (TW) suicide, alcoholism and other addictions, etc. Though, I won't write EDs or self-harm. Similarly to smut, it may not be good due to lack of practice, my apologies.

—> Anything out of reason would be minor x adult in a pedophilic/romantic way, human x animal (no, this does not include monsters) in a zoophilic/romantic way, etc.

✞Be patient, I will want to take my time on requests for various reasons. Sometimes I need breaks, sometimes I don't have any ideas, sometimes I will have writing sprees. It depends on the minute, so again, be patient. If you complain about how long it takes your request will be deleted and ignored.

✞If you want to be tagged for any specific character(s), then put your username in an orderly fashion on the Google doc that I will have linked below.

✞I will mostly write m!reader (AMAB and AFAB), but if you do want f!reader or gn!reader just let me know in your request, and I will do. If you do not specify I will either do m!reader or gn!reader by default. The only exception to this is if it is a lesbian/sapphic character.

✞ Any requested content will be Tumblr exclusives! Anything that is requested on my Wattpad will be Wattpad exclusive. (Excluding alphabets)

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭/𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭/𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝:

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⚠︎︎This post was last updated: 9/11/24⚠︎︎

[justxrandomxlivia]

Do I write a new story instead of continuing the Ghost or König story? Perhaps. Maybe not…

I had a dream after playing house of ashes again and i had to write it down. :D

[fortune-fool02]

Would people be interested if I returned to writing for Jason Kolchek? And maybe even Salim Othman?

[jourquet]

3,11,29

3. Tell me about one of your fics you think is underrated/underappreciated. that would the magnetic affection duology ( electric kiss + static touch ). it combines the fandoms of fifty shades of grey and the tv series mr robot. also the series i'm currently writing on, which is the last book in that duology; static touch. it takes up topics such as government vs privacy, terrorism and also how toxic romances can be extremely destructive in wrong hands. i do not shy away from taking up topics such as american imperialism, how far people are willing to gain high social rank, and how mental illnesses plays into all this. 11. Share a favourite comment a reader has left you.

Joey! You know he was one character I found myself oddly attached to for someone we only really saw like once before everything went to hell. I remember I replayed the game like twice before I figured out it was him doing the creepy whistling all the time, but I honestly think I felt bad for him. He never wanted to go out into the field, was completely content being behind his desk all day, and then he was one of the very first to die. But now he’s here! Which I’m still highly suspicious of because sir aren’t you supposed to be dead? Is he already infected? So many questions! I’m really excited for what’s to come. I think I said this last time but you’re great with building up a certain atmosphere, and there’s something about the way you write your descriptions of the monsters that really puts me on edge. ”Its long legs spider-like, a big head, and what appeared as fucking wings on its arms.” I think I got so desensitized from replaying the game that I truly forgot how terrifying these things and the situation they’re in are. I’m reminded once again I’d never want to see them in real life, let alone a cave with no exit in sight. And then there’s Jason hearing voices? We got confirmation that the creature he met in chapter one definitely isn’t the one chasing them now and I’m so curious as to when it’ll make another reappearance, but in the meantime who is this Alpha and who’s speaking? Was that Jason understanding the clicks for a second there? Or something else? 😂 See I told you I had a lot of questions. Until next time! Thank you for the lovely chapter! from my stay frosty ( house of ashes fandom ) fanfic, chapter 2.

29. What's your most popular fic? that's stay frosty ( pairing jalim, if i recall shipping name right, aka jason kolchek x salim othman ) on ao3 with its 1,940 hits, 99 kudos, 17 bookmarks, and 27 comments. the fanfic is unfinished, i plan to get back to it at some point. but i've people on wattpad who has waited far longer on my stucky, hannigram, and merthur fanfics. i've always the rule of prioritizing the people who has waited the longest so they don't feel ignored and it has functioned pretty well thus far. on wattpad, my most popular fanfic is the first fanfic i ever wrote ( which is also completed on ao3 as well ) that's called incarnation with the destiel pairing. the original idea was to write two separate AUs; rockstar and god verse. i decided in the end to combine both. it has a happy ending even if its major character death for all main characters. it will make sense if you ever read it yourself, why that is the case.

Fanfic Author Asks

[kassiekole22]

Christmas Fic Requests

It's Christmas season, Buds! A little while ago I hit 100 followers on here and this Holiday I want to give back to all of you for giving me so much love and support in the time I've been on here. 💖💖💖

I want you to tell me what your most ideal fic would be. It can be smut, fluff, angst, or all three! And I'll post it on Christmas day as a gift to you!

Requirements:

Story - I need to know if there will be any background story to the fic.

Characters - I will only write for certain characters. Any other characters that I'm not comfortable with or not familiar with I won't write for.

Smut, Fluff, Angst - I need to know which three of these I'll be writing or if you want a mix of two or all of them.

Personal Traits (Optional) - You can get the fic personalized. Tell me a few details about yourself, a hobby, or/and a job that you have and I'll add it to the fic to personalize it to you!

Romantic, Enemies, Or Platonic - I need to know if the relationship between you and the characters are romantic, enemies, or platonic. I will gladly do either but I need to know which characters have what relationships. And I will write polygamy.

Length - Do you want a short fic (Below 1k words.) A medium fic (Between 4k and 5k words.) Or a long fic (6k words or more)?

Rules:

Characters I will write for: Jason Kolchek and Salim Othman. (Surprise, surprise! 😂) And I'll also do Clarice Stokes, Travis Hackett, Erin Keenan, Jamie Tiergan, and Kate Wilder as well. What the hell. I'll try something new for you guys! Any requests for characters that I don't know will unfortunately get turned down. I'm sorry. 😕

When you send in a request, make sure that the anon is off.

I have also limited it to one fic per person.

And that's it! Again, these will all get posted on Christmas day. I can't wait to hear your wonderful ideas and I can't wait to write them! 💖💖💖

[frogish-person]

Introduction

Hello! My name is frogish-person, but you can call me Frog! Please refer to me with any pronouns you use to refer to yourself. I am a writer and reader for a few different fandoms that will be listed below! Feel free to send me an ask or ask a question in a reblog or comment! (Asks are what I will most likely see and respond to.)

Rules for my blog

No hate. Whether you hate my writing, fandom, ships, or headcannons, any hate that I am sent or gets added to any of my posts will be deleted and you will be blocked. This includes Homophobia, Transphobia, Racism, or any other sort of bigotry.

Zero(0) NSFW. Nothing I post or reblog will be NSFW.

No politics/political discussions. This is my fun writer side blog so I can communicate with anybody interested in what I'm working on.

No Pro-shipping. Self explanatory, I hope.

{More rules may be added or edited in the future}

What do I write? (And where?)

All of my work is posted here on ao3! If the link doesn't work, my username is Frogish_person over there too!

Writing: Fandoms

The fandoms I have written for(Published or not): Marvel Cinematic Universe, Call of Duty: MW II, House of Ashes

The fandoms I haven't written for, but hopefully will: Avatar: The Last Airbender, Avatar: The Way of Water

The fandom(s) I am on the fence about writing for: How to Train Your Dragon

Writing: Ships

Main ships(Written or not): Ghoap (Ghost x Soap), Zukka (Zuko x Sokka), Sukka (Zuko x Sokka x Suki), Jalim (Jason Kolchek x Salim Othman), Aounete (Ao'nung x Neteyam), RoyalFalcon (T'challa x Sam Wilson damn the cannon)

Side ships: Bakoda (Bato x Hakoda), Stucky (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes), Hicstrid (Astrid x Hiccup), RoyalKay (Eric King x Rachel King x Nick Kay), AleRudy (Rodolfo Parra x Alejandro Vargas), MaiLee (Mai x Ty Lee),

Q&A

Q: Do you have any Fic Recs?

A: Hell yeah I do.

Ask me some questions!

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

Poly relationship headcanon with Jason and Salim idk Part 1 ??

Their personality are literal opposites to each other so it's quite a ride dealing with both of them at the same time

But it's worth it, the 3 of you just complete each other perfectly

Your relationship started a bit rocky, it was already difficult for them to battle with the world's oppinion on their relationship -given the time- and adding one more person sounded an absolute scandal

But luckily neither Jason nor Salim gave two shit about what other people say about them, only what they felt right, and what they wanted for all the three of you

Surprisingly the first one who initiated to have a relationship more then friendship was Salim. When this situation -which surrouned all three of you wasn't bearable any longer- he sat down with Jason to have a Talk about you, and them. They admited that they both have feelings for you, but that doesn't rule out their love for each other.

After they agreed to confront you regarding this whole situation, there was not much more to delay

If you feel the same way as they do, and you agree to their proposal, this tension around them will end. And if you reject the offer, your frieandship may come to an end with them, but at least their mind and heart will be freed from the weight of doubts and fears.

It still hit them hard when you confessed you have tender feeling for both of them, as well- equal to another.

You had this strugle in yourself too, while being friends with Jason and Salim. You knew they loved each other dearly and you would've rather suffered being torn apart by your feelings, than to make a mess and demage the built trust and care you had with the boys.

It felt like a dream or a miracle when they explained their situation: they care for you more than just as a friend, despite already having each other.

Atfter explaining your feelings it still wasn't that comfortable and smooth right away, you three had a long way to go

But with trust, honesty and mature communication you worked it out in the end, making a rather pleasant and smooth dynamic.

Usualy you were as calm as Salim, but when Jason came in the frame, you two just went absolute crazy

Walks in the local park? Salim just wants a quiet friday morning in the nature, feeling the fresh air, walking slowly, totaly lost in thoughts. But with Jason and you it turns into a walk-bingo-race with constant laughs and teasing the other, distract Salim from his contemplation

If you go out Salim is the reason of voice in 70% of the cases, looking out for the two of you not to make a scene or some trouble

But he doesn't mind at all, after Zain left for college he was painfully alone, somewhat lost, so the constant goofy present of Jason and you makes him feel alive again

All of you can cook to some degrees, tho out of the 3 you are the best, most efficent and quickest to prepare food

Then comes Salim, who needed to learn the good-quality-cooking-and-baking-to-stay-alive as a single dad with a teen, whos hungry 7/24

Not saying Jason is bad at making food, he's just out of practice. In his twenties he usually didn't have time to make a decent meal, always staying with the quickest and cheapest microwed stuff, and the military, with their instant meals didn't help either. But give him a cookbook and he will do anything, following "the orders"😌

With plitting the household income in three it's much more easier to make a living altought after some time both Jason and Salim needed to look for a new carrier, out of the military range

Salim would be a good accountant, or a teacher (mostly languages and history), financial analyst or something like these

And Jason has a degree as well -cause he got lieutenant rank at age 30 which requires a degree- so he has a carrier field as well....

But after his past, the things happened in the military i think he would like a more laid back job to have, maybe he would found a car service, or be an off field officer. Something that is more relaxed, but still keeps him entertained.

Visits to England are on monthly basis to see Zain, you three managed to buy a modest house in the countryside, so whenever you visit Zain there's a place to stay, and ha can live there when college is too much for him, and during vacations.

Zain 100% accepted and happy about the three of you, tho he may still can find it a bit weird - his Baba couldn't get anyone for a decade or so, and suddenly he has not one, but two partners.

It a mix between a parental figure and a trusted friendship for Zain between ypu and Jason

Surprisingly Jason is the most tidy and neat one, the years in the military got burnt into his thick skull more than into Salim

What you and Salim throw aside or leave for "i will clean this later", Jason is right behind you, making sure the house won't turn into a midden.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

“Can you go to the store and get some pads for me”

|| House of Ashes Edition ||

Get’s every brand just in case: Salim Otham ,Eric King.

Got Distracted and gets everything EXCEPT the pads: Nick Kay.

Send a pic of Styrofoam and asks. “Is this it?”: Joey.

Asks what Pussy size you wear: Merwin.

“Babe said she’s on her period so I am too. It’s UterUS.”: Jason Kolchek.