#jason/salim

[pinkgelatin]

Hot bubbly bath? Check. Candles? Check. Love of your life getting handsy? Hell. Yes.

Jason might not have been a huge fan of baths, but leave it to Salim to change everything about this man's life. Especially when said bath includes Salim himself already in it 🛁

[writtenjewels]

Fussy

A piercing wail cut through the night. Oh, no, Salim thought as he stirred from his bed. The cry was nothing new to him; having a fussy baby made him used to such sounds. But it might pose a problem to the marine currently crashing on Salim's couch. Which was why Salim tried getting a babysitter for Zain while Jason was visiting. The babysitter fell through at the last minute, leaving Salim to desperately plea to Allah that his infant son might sleep through the night just this once.

Allah, it seemed, did not listen.

[It's all right, son, Daddy's here,] Salim whispered, reaching to lift his crying son from the crib. He began to gently bounce and sway, rubbing Zain's back, humming softly. Sometimes that was enough to lull his son back to sleep. This time Zain kept crying.

“Salim?” Jason's voice called to him from the living room. A moment later he heard a knock at his door. “You good in there?”

“Zain woke up,” Salim answered apologetically. “I think he's hungry.” Jason didn't respond. Salim opened the door one-handed and found the American waiting.

Jason looked like a completely different person outside of his combat gear. He wore boxer-briefs—Salim had been unconsciously picturing an American flag design and was surprised to see these were fairly plain—and a muscle shirt. His dog-tag were visible, hanging from a silver chain on his neck. Jason's brown hair was messy from his recently disturbed sleep.

Salim didn't realize he'd been staring until another wail from Zain brought him back to reality. Jason's lips moved up into a little smile. “Kid's got a pair of lungs, don't he?” he remarked.

“He's hungry,” Salim repeated. Jason nodded and flicked on a lamp so Salim could find his way to the kitchen. “Thank you,” he said. He started gathering what he needed to feed his son, trying to juggle it one-handed since Zain usually got even fussier if Salim put him down.

“Lemme hold him,” Jason offered.

“Oh, no, that's all right,” Salim assured him hastily. “I've done this a thousand times.”

“I got two empty hands, Salim. Lemme hold the kid.” Salim wanted to argue again, but he wasn't sure why. He was just so used to doing this alone. Salim relented and held out his son.

Jason was very careful in taking Zain into his arms. Salim had to correct the arm positions and how Jason supported the baby's head, and soon Zain was snug in the American's arms. Zain's cries dimmed a little as he was exchanging hands. He and Jason stared at each other, and for a moment Zain was almost calm. But then he started crying again.

“Oops. Better go make that bottle, Salim.” Jason's eyes met his and Salim felt his heart skip, his body warming. He quickly looked away to focus on preparing his son's bottle.

Salim knew all the steps by heart. After his wife left him and Zain, he taught himself very quickly how to prepare baby formula. It was a little strange doing it with both hands or without securing Zain in his baby seat. Zain had settled again and he turned to see Jason had offered his finger for the baby to latch onto. He was singing to Zain and rocking him, making Salim's heart skip again.

“What is that song?” Salim asked him.

“The Pokemon theme song,” Jason explained. “Sorry, I know it's an earworm, but it's the only kid's song I know.”

“The what theme song?”

“It's a kid's show. I used to watch it when I was gettin' high.” Salim shook his head, turning away to hide his amused smile. The bottle was soon ready. He held out his arms to take his son back but Jason asked, “Mind if I do it?”

“You want to feed him?” Salim clarified.

“Sure. Why not?”

“You're my guest. He already woke you, and--”

“Babies cry,” Jason reasoned with a shrug. “I knew what I was gettin' into.” Salim didn't know what to say. “Salim, do you know what the Marine Corps motto is?” Jason didn't wait before answering: “Semper fidelis. It's Latin. Means 'always loyal' or 'always faithful.'” Salim still said nothing, waiting to see where Jason was going with this. “You havin' a baby don't change that for me.”

Salim was still speechless. He handed over the bottle and Jason encouraged Zain to take it. Salim watched, feeling almost numb with shock. He had seen the extent of Jason's loyalty to him before, down in the catacombs. It somehow felt different here. There were no alien forces to battle, no life-or-death threats. This was ordinary, mundane, normal. This was a baby who disturbed their sleep.

“Hey, what's wrong?” Jason asked worriedly. “You okay?” Salim wiped the tears off his cheeks.

“I'm just tired,” he lied.

“Take a nap,” Jason advised. “I got this.”

“I want to stay up with you,” Salim insisted. He darted a glance at Jason, feeling suddenly shy. Seeing this man hold Zain so carefully, so gently, without a single complaint had Salim's pulse going faster.

Tonight showed him a possibility he hadn't considered. He was secretly grateful to Zain for being so fussy.

[bloodyblow-blog]

The cutest Jalim sketches from •solitudee• (twiiter - solitudee_e) to me!  😊 😍

I love that Salim & Jason there are different comparing to how I’m used to picture them in terms of character (=

[the-girl-who-flies]

A year later, still obsessed with these two. Happy anniversary, everyone.

[prvttystvr]

Jason: I can take the Iraqi soldier

Eric: in a fight, right?

Jason, taking of his shirt:

Eric:

Eric: … in a fight … right?

[clarichoupie]

I spent about 80% of my time talking about my ✨favorite ships✨. And the other 20% of the time I was praying for someone else to bring them up so I could talk about them more!💛

[grimmywrites]

Status of ao3 account

As of today I’ve locked all of the works on my ao3 account to registered users only. I don’t agree with the AI sweep that’s happening, I don’t condone it, and while I’m sure it would only pertain to my more popular fics, I’m not taking any chances. I’m hoping this will discourage the stealing and re-posting of my fics, also, but we’ll see. This is also an attempt against plagiarism since several of my works have been plagiarized before. Thank you for understanding. I’ve heard that people are able to get invites rather quickly, but if anybody who reads my fic needs one I have five (5) that I can give. Maybe one day I’ll be able to unlock these stories, but we’ll have to see what else the future holds.

[moskafleurart]

I've uploaded a new Jalim design to RedBubble! Not suitable for clothing but I love how it looks on stickers :3

I only designed this one (not drew it) but I love how it looks.

[cupofbrownsugar]

ok Jalim toxicity!au

There’s venomous types and poisonous types (and neutral types, immune types, etc)

Venomous:  - they bite you and you die - retractable fangs - eyes become slitted when in attack mode - diff types of venom (lethal, paralyzing, aphrodisiac)

Poisonous - you bite them and you die - brightly coloured tongue - poisonous blood, sweat, and saliva - diff types of poison (lethal, paralyzing, aphrodisiac)

Jason’s venomous and Salim’s poisonous. They’re forced to work together to survive. They’re each immune to their own type of toxicity but not the other, so they have to build up an immunity with each other by - guess what - making out.

And does that escalate? oh ho ho you betcha boots it does.

But also maybe, plot with this porn? Jason’s used to being on the offensive because of his type, being an aggressive tactician that will strike first. Salim’s used to being on the defensive, protecting himself and his son with patience and an unshakeable iron will.

So both of them are surprised when Jason ends up becoming Salim’s shield and Salim becomes Jason’s sword. When Salim is threatened, letting the enemy comes closer so they can harm him but also take on his poison, Jason steps in front of him, flashing his fangs and hissing to keep the enemy at bay, oozing aggression. And when Jason is hurt and can’t protect himself, baring his teeth as he prepares to strike and be hurt in return, Salim grabs the enemy by the throat and lets his poison seep from his skin. 

And when it comes to sexy times, there’s a use for that too. Venomous types flash their fangs and can (consensually) give their partner a pleasure-filled aphrodisiac through bites or kisses. Poisonous types can tease and flirt by sticking out their brightly coloured tongue, and their poison can turn harmless and sweet like honey and be (consensually) addictive to their partner.

(I don’t have the energy/will in me to write a proper story but weird stuff like this is low-stakes fun)

[pinkgelatin]

Sometimes you just gotta chill on your own porch with the love of your life. Add some steaming tea in your favorite mug, pj's and a blanket, and the evening becomes a perfect way to wind down.

Simple pleasures are the best ❤

[writtenjewels]

I'll Wait

Jason wished he could bundle all the anger, hatred, fear and longing into a ball and shove it deep down. It was a skill he once had mastered. But then he fell down into Hell, and the shield that uses to protect him was cracked in half. He tried to reconstruct it but it was no use. It scared the hell out of him.

"Jason!" Salim's voice called to him. His gaze automatically locked onto the older man, who was waving him over.

He was the one responsible for Jason's turmoil. It only took a few hours for them to go from enemies to loyal partners. Jason tried not to think about the choices he made down in the catacombs. He moved to sit near Salim, desperately wishing he could lie enough times to believe he wasn't feeling these emotions.

"You look so different without your hat," Salim observed. "I wasn't expecting freckles."

Jason's eyes snapped up to Salim's face--big mistake. His insides squirmed and fluttered, his heart raced. His counter down there was to get angry, but he couldn't anymore. Not after everything he and Salim went through.

"They let you talk to Zain yet?"

"No." Salim let out a sigh.

"Want me to have a word with them?"

"That depends." Salim caught his eye, a teasing smile on his lips. "How civilized is this word?"

"I can be plenty civilized, smart-ass," Jason insisted, matching the smile. Their banter had a way of relaxing him. He felt a tug in his heart and almost let it pull him closer. Jason jerked away as if he'd been burned. "I'll go right now," he announced.

"Jason, wait." Salim reached for him and he froze. The man's expression was gentle, searching. "Talk to me," he coaxed.

Except Jason couldn't find the words. How could he explain what he was feeling? He denied this part of himself for so long Jason wasn't sure he could.

"Later," Jason said. "I gotta have some civilized words with those assholes first." Salim pursed his lips.

"All right," he conceded. "I'll wait." It felt like he put more meaning into those words. Like he knew exactly what Jason was fighting through.

[bloodyblow-blog]

Long time no see!

Illustrations for Hooked (my Jalim Fantasy AU)! Please, read it if you didn’t <3

Art by talented @hehearse   🌹  

[the-girl-who-flies]

I was inspired by a photo and made another silly sketch of them. Have some jalim softness y'all

[108garys]

There's definitely stuff I've made and gone "nah it's too cringe I can't post that" and then there's days where the cringe wins, this is definitely an example of #cringe wins

[amberpriceenthusiast]

I don’t ship jalim that much

But enemies that are forced to work together that end up falling in love while fighting alien-vampires? That’s cool as fuck. Name a cooler way to fall in love

[clarichoupie]

I mean... I love Night at the Museum...and I love House of ashes.... so why should I stop watching them? ♡

Dare to tell me that these two duos are not just exactly the same!

An impulsive and angry cowboy with a noble and wordy warrior. What could be better than that? So dramatic together...