#jason/salim

[slasherdreamerbored]

"Cannot have you making a mess."

Yet another thing inspired by Say Nothing by @thunderwhenhepurrs and @katzenprinz because yes

[cr33pypaper]

I can't stand them (Affectionately)

[writtenjewels]

Sketch

Jason scowled in frustration, crumbling the latest drawing into a ball and smashing it between his hands. No matter how many fucking times he tried, he just couldn't get this right! And the worst of it was he couldn't figure out the problem. The image was in his head, it just didn't seem to translate correctly once he got a pencil in his hand to start sketching it out.

He tossed the ball into the trash. He just needed to clear his head and do something else for a while. Maybe he'd swing by the gym. Resolved, he packed his drawing tools away and headed out. He didn't notice that his wadded-up drawing hadn't quite landed in the trash. It had bounced off the rim of the trash can and was now tumbling its way down the sidewalk.

It skittered its way down the block until it caught on a bench. The man sitting on the bench noticed it and picked it up.

“People need to take care of their trash,” he commented to himself with a disapproving click of his tongue. He rose, intending to throw it away himself, when he noticed the lines marking the page.

He smoothed out enough of the page to see that the lines were connecting to form an image. Intrigued, he opened the paper completely to see the full drawing. It was little more than a sketch: a scene overlooking a strange landscape that might have been a cave, except for the pieces of architecture.

Someone tried to throw this away? It was incredible! He was hardly an art connoisseur—he bought all the paintings that decorated his house at cheap markets—but he could still appreciate imagination and talent when he saw it. He examined the drawing at every angle hoping to see an artist's signature. There was nothing like that, but what he did find was a distinct stamp on the page. It was the logo of the local art school.

“All right, mystery artist,” Salim said. “Let's see if I can find you.”

[like Jason, I've been struggling to get out an image in my head. IDK what I'm doing with this yet]

[pinkgelatin]

Being dads is exhausting. And how do you deal with exhaustion? Cuddles! This time with a tiny fic under the cut ❤️

Teething

Salim got up from the carpet and dusted off his knees. How in the world did the remote end up under the tv stand, he'd never understand, but that was indeed where he found it. The vcr whirred as it rewinded the tape. He hoped he'd find the moment they stopped watching the movie last night, rudely interrupted by a shrill cry and loud wailing. The doctor warned him that teething could have many symptoms, but Salim quietly wished that constant crying and sleepless nights wouldn't be as bad as they were when the first tooth poked out. If only he knew how wrong he'd be.

This night was Jason's turn to attend to Zain when he simply refused to fall back asleep. Salim felt for their baby boy, he really did, and both of them tried anything they could to ease Zain's pain and discomfort, but with few things available, and even fewer of them working, they had only one way of dealing with a teething baby. Patience.

Unfortunately said patience has been wearing thin over the last couple days. So much so, both Salim and Jason have become snappy and irritated. Last night Jason proposed watching a dumb movie to "debrain" themselves, which Salim eagerly agreed to. Not that they succeeded. After they dealt with their little interruption, Salim ended up nodding off on one end of the couch, and woke up in the morning to Jason curled up and lightly snoring on the other.

There was hope however. While half an hour ago Zain had been crying his little heart out yet again, at this point things seemed pretty calm. The only sound Salim could hear was Jason quietly singing a lullaby. 

Salim smiled to himself as he moved a couple of Zain's toys out of the way, then stretched out on the couch and closed his eyes for a moment, focusing more on the lullaby. Who knew Jason of all people would have a great singing voice and an array of lullabies stashed somewhere in his brain. And that Zain would react so well to them. Their boy wasn't the only one who did so either. Salim loved Jason's voice just as much, and hearing it off in the distance with a soft pillow under his head was enough to lull him into a trance. 

"Their boy," Salim's mind honed in on that particular phrase. Zain was their boy now, not just his anymore, and that made his heart swell with love and affection for the man in the other room. Jason accepted Zain as his own pretty much immediately, surprising himself most of all. He was a blessing in many more ways than one, and Salim would never be able to give enough thanks to whatever power had brought them together, be it pure chance, or something more mystical. 

He snapped back to reality when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You didn't just fall asleep on me, did you?" Jason teased, but the bags under his eyes told Salim just how much he'd like to do the same. Zain wasn't the only thing keeping them up at night. The nightmares were still vivid and frequent as well, even weeks after that awful day, and both of them had a feeling they wouldn't let up anytime soon.

"Almost," Salim stretched slightly and sighed. "Mission successful, I take it?"

Jason chuckled and gave him a mock salute, "The tiny wailing beast has been pacified with a lullaby and lots of cuddles. And that new teething gel the doc gave us. Now scooch."  

Salim felt a knee nudge his side, but didn't move a muscle. He was way too comfortable for that. Though moving could have saved his stomach and slowly scarring chest from being crushed by the full weight of an ex-Marine.

Even if Jason seemed to purposefully avoid his wound, Salim still gasped and groaned in surprise, "That hurt, habibi."

Jason simply shrugged and sneaked his arms around Salim's torso, "Should've moved."

Salim grumbled some more, but reached for the blanket anyway, and soon they were both snug and cozy. "I rewinded the tape already. I think I got the right spot."

"With how early you conked out we might as well watch the whole thing," Jason took the remote from Salim's hand and pressed the button to rewind the tape fully, ignoring any protests. 

With the most exaggerated eye roll he could manage Salim pushed himself deeper into the pillow and set his mind on focusing on the movie this time. As long as there would be no interruptions that is. He instinctively kept listening for any distressed sounds coming from Zain's room, but after hearing none he let himself relax. 

It was about halfway through the movie when he proudly announced, "See? I told you I'd watch it this time." Only he didn't get any kind of response. 

Salim craned his neck to glance at Jason's face and let out a low chuckle. 

With eyes closed, and mouth slack Jason was asleep on top of him. Probably has been for a while as well, judging by the crease on his cheek and one arm hanging loose off the side of the couch.

Salim paused the movie. The house was quiet, save for Jason's even breathing and the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. Zain seemed to still be asleep, and the neighborhood cocooned them in quiet darkness, making the night perfect for catching up on some much needed rest.

"Oh well," Salim thought, and let his own eyes slip shut. "Take the little blessings as they come." They could try again tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after that. They had all the time in the world.

[kayla-marie-writes]

Jason didn't do the dishes. I see it perfectly. (Credit to @wwxwashere on Twitter). OTP imagine.

[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.

[writtenjewels]

“Jason!”

He looked up at the sound of his sister's voice. He'd been crashing at her place for the last few weeks, doing all the manual labor she was no longer able to thanks to her extremely pregnant body. Jason didn't mind; it kept him busy. He figured Penny had another task for him and sat up a little straighter.

“My water broke!” Penny announced.

Well, shit. Not what he was expecting. She wasn't supposed to be due yet, which was why her fiance Ben had gone on a business trip. Jason got to his feet, brain easily sliding into action mode. Penny had her overnight bags already packed for the hospital. He moved to grab them now while Penny got the car keys and phoned ahead. She wasn't having contractions yet, which was good since Jason hadn't gone to any birthing classes with her and had no idea what was supposed to happen.

Penny lived a good half hour from the hospital. She ended up having a contraction on the way there, screaming at Jason to hurry up. Jason kept his focus on the road, but inwardly he thought how much Ben owed him for this.

They arrived and Penny was guided into one of the rooms. Jason went in with her, trying to stay out of the nurses' way. Another staff member entered the room and Jason felt his heart stop. The doctor was a man, older than Jason though he wasn't sure by how much. He had short dark hair and a pleasant, slightly rounded face. The lab coat flattered his broad frame. He smiled, the gesture making him look so warm and friendly.

“Hello,” he greeted, his voice low with the hint of an accent. “My name is Doctor Salim Othman. I'll be helping you through this, Ms. Kolchek.” He turned his attention on Jason. “And you must be...?”

“Jason.” His mind felt blank. It'd been a while since he'd seen such an attractive man.

“Well, Jason, it's going to be your job to help Penelope. Are you up for it?”

“Penny.” The two men looked her way. “I'd rather you call me Penny,” she clarified.

“All right,” Dr. Othman agreed, his smile widening. Again, he looked Jason's way. “Is it all right if I call you Jason?”

“Uh. Yeah.” Holy shit, why couldn't he string words together? The doctor's smile shifted to something softer and his eyes twinkled. Jason could feel his ears burning.

“I'll go ahead and let the two of you get settled,” Dr. Othman said, “and check back with you in about an hour. Does that sound all right?”

“Sure,” Penny agreed, while Jason nodded. Dr. Othman gave them one last smile before exiting the room. Penny turned to her brother. “What the fuck, Jace?”

“What?”

“Could you not be an asshole to the guy who's going to deliver my baby? He was just being nice and you barely said two words to him!”

“It ain't like I gotta be his best friend,” Jason grumbled. He was relieved she hadn't realized the real reason for his fumbling. “Want me to call Ben?” he asked to change the subject.

“No, it's okay. It's probably the middle of the fucking night for him.” Penny rubbed the underside of her belly. “Troy's got a long way to go before he's ready.”

“Troy, huh?” Jason shot her an amused look.

“Hector's his middle name,” Penny added, making Jason laugh. He was happy to be here for her and witness the birth of his first nephew.

As for the handsome doctor, Jason had an hour to get his shit together before the guy showed up again.

: jason came to his nephew's birth instead of his sister's fiance

(poster behind says: "watch your posture!" listen to the poster. watch your postUre.)

original meme ↓

[yooo-lets-go]

So, recently I played House of Ashes and can you guess who is my favorite?

[kilgarraara]

heads heads heads

[slasherdreamerbored]

“You don’t get it at all.”

Another thing inspired by Say Nothing by @thunderwhenhepurrs and @katzenprinz because it's just that good

[writtenjewels]

[I'm going to add one!]

Salim twisted his wrists together testing the strength of the knot. A part of him hoped that Nick only tied him up for show. Make it look like he was following orders when in reality he was giving Salim an easy way out. To Salim's disappointment, he found the ropes around his wrists to be as tight and unyielding as one would expect from capture. He glared at the back of Nick's head. So much for their moment of teamwork.

“Quit squirmin',” the other marine ordered, giving Salim a little push. Nick had called the man Jason, though why Salim's brain decided to retain that information, he didn't know.

“Relax,” Salim huffed. “I'm only making sure I still have circulation.”

“You're fine.”

The Americans led him into a large room. At one point, he imagined it must have been an audience chamber for those petitioning the king. The pillars lining the walls were strapped with dynamite and there was an old machine gun mounted for use. A generator sputtered, bathing the space in dim light. It was obvious someone was here before to set all this up, but who and why? The mystery distracted him enough that he didn't notice where the Americans were guiding him until he was pushed down into a chair.

“Get cozy,” Jason said. “You're gonna be here a while.”

“I could do with a cushion,” Salim responded.

“Yeah, sure. I'll get right on that.” Jason actually looked amused, which Salim hadn't expected. “Go set up the cameras,” Jason told Nick. “Might as well make use of all that shit Eric brought along.” Nick hovered uncertainly; Salim gave him another disapproving look. It's a little too late to worry about me now. “Nick, did you hear me?” Jason prompted.

“Yeah, I got it.” Nick shifted his rifle into his hands and headed out.

“Well,” Jason spoke up once Nick had disappeared, “looks like it's just you and me.”

“Just you and me, huh?” Salim sighed. “That's just fucking great.” He twisted his wrists again. As tight as they were, he could work himself free in time. He just needed Jason distracted for long enough. “At least I know you won't shoot me,” he remarked.

“That right?” Jason tilted his head to one side. “What makes you so sure?”

“I saw you when we were up there.” Salim jerked his chin up. “You let that shepherd go.” Jason stared at him, and the silence that followed had Salim's heart beating faster. Was he wrong to bring that up?

“It was you.” Jason's voice dropped to something softer. “Holy shit. What are the fuckin' odds?”

“Good question.” Salim tried to move his wrists in a way that Jason wouldn't notice. An idea came to him. It would either work as a distraction, or make things much worse for him. It felt worth the risk. “You realize this is pointless. I could walk out any time I want.”

“Nah, I don't think so.”

“And how would you stop me?”

Jason drew closer. Salim braced himself for a physical blow, but none came. Instead, Jason sat down on Salim's legs. Salim froze, breath catching in his lungs. He thought he was going to trick Jason into looking for more rope. At worst, he would get pistol-whipped. It did have the desired effect of a distraction. The problem was it distracted Salim.

With their faces so close, Salim could more easily make out Jason's features: the cut of his jawline, the slope of his nose, the depth of brown in his eyes. Though he was clean-shaven, he was pale enough that Salim could see the ghost of stubble. There was some dirt flaked on the man's cheeks, but there were other black flecks just along his cheekbones. Freckles, Salim realized, and bit back a smile. The hat made more sense now.

“See?” Jason smirked. “You ain't goin' nowhere.”

“So...” Salim wet his lips. His heart pounded harder in his chest. His next words could put him in danger, but when had that ever stopped him? He hadn't even hesitated in decking his own superior officer. “This is what you wanted all this time,” Salim continued, keeping his voice low. “It's sad.”

“Sad?” Jason repeated, eyes narrowed.

“Sad,” Salim confirmed, “that you were too scared to just admit you want me.”

Jason's ears turned bright red. He jerked off of Salim's lap so fast he nearly knocked Salim and the chair to the ground.

“Fuck you!”

“Yes, I know. You want to fuck me.” Salim let a bit of a challenging edge drip into his voice. “That was why you wanted to shoot me, and that's why you have me tied up.” This rush of adrenaline was just like earlier, with the creature crushed by the truck. Some part of his brain screamed at him to stop moving the debris aside, but he was too stubborn. “You want to fuck me so badly,” Salim went on, twisting his wrists to work loose the rope, “that you couldn't wait for a chance to send Nick away so you could be alone with me.”

“Shut up!” Jason shouted back. “Fuck, give your mouth some rest already!” He didn't draw his gun, didn't raise a hand to strike.

“You want to fuck me so badly,” Salim persisted, “that your idea to keep me in place is to sit on my lap!” Jason opened his mouth, read to snap back. He stopped himself and let out a breath. Then his lips curled into a smirk.

“I think you're the one who wants to fuck me.” Salim froze at that, staring at Jason. “You fuckin' remembered me lettin' the shepherd go,” Jason pointed out. “You been thinkin' about me this whole damn time, and now we're alone, the first thing to pop in your head is sex.”

“You aren't my type,” Salim dismissed. The words sounded strangely hollow. Jason lifted one eyebrow and promptly sat back down on Salim's lap. All this talk of fucking made Salim more aware of the weight of the marine on him, the heat of his body.

“Wanna try that one again?” Jason rumbled, almost purring the words. Salim swallowed, eyes dropping to Jason's mouth. He couldn't remember why he started this conversation.

“You...” Salim wet his lips and tried to breathe normally. “You, ah... you're not..." But he couldn't say it, not with Jason this close.

“Seriously?” Jason snorted. He didn't pull away this time. He lifted a hand to lightly caress Salim's cheek, the other resting on Salim's chest. “I thought you were just messing with me. Are you actually into this?”

“Not really.” Except for his pounding heart, his flushed skin, and how aware he was of Jason's closeness and touch. “You're the one who can't keep yourself away from me.” He leaned forward just a little and whispered, “You want to fuck me so badly, Jason.”

“I never told you my name.” Jason shifted on Salim's lap, his fingers brushing Salim's jaw. “And I never got yours.”

Salim's eyes dropped closed. He could feel Jason's breath teasing his mouth. Maybe I am actually into this, he thought. It would explain the eager beat of his heart, the energy coursing through his veins, the laser focus he had on every move Jason made. He could excuse it as a purely physical response—it had been far too many years since he got that sort of attention—except Salim knew it wasn't just that. He opened his eyes again and locked eyes with Jason.

“Salim,” he breathed out.

“Salim,” Jason echoed, his accent giving a charming twang to the name. Salim leaned forward and felt his hands pull against the back of the chair. He didn't fight against the ropes. Jason's nose brushed his, the marine tantalizingly close to his lips. “We're both so fucked up.”

“I don't disagree,” Salim responded, “but what makes you say that?”

“You know what. You been tryin' to make me admit it for the past ten fuckin' minutes.”

“Why is it fucked up?” Salim brushed his nose against Jason's. He heard the marine's breath hitch. “Is it because we are men? Because we're enemies?”

Jason didn't answer. Salim leaned forward a bit more and bumped their mouths together. It made something inside Jason crack and he surged forward, all but crushing his mouth to Salim's. Salim relaxed his lips to accept it, kissing back, parting his lips a moment after Jason. No corner of the marine's mouth was left untasted. The sensation burned through Salim's body. They only stopped to breathe, but even then Jason's lips weren't far.

Jason let out a soft noise the next time they parted for air. He slid himself forward, and Salim felt his crotch throb. Jason lifted up just a little and let his body drop in a gentle roll of his hips. Salim groaned, the noise turning into more of a frustrated growl as he remembered his hands were still bound.

“Untie me,” he hissed out.

Jason's hands immediately went around to work the knots loose. The ropes dropped away with Jason's fingers still wrapped around Salim's wrists. There was no need: he was already reaching for the marine's hips, lifting his own to grind up against Jason. He couldn't think of any other reason why he wanted his hands freed.

“Fuck,” Jason groaned. His hand at Salim's chest was making a slow journey down. It wedged between them to tease Salim's crotch. “Oh, fuck.”

“Told you.” Salim slid his own hands up Jason's sides. “I knew you... wanted to fuck me.”

“Fucking smart-ass.” Jason pulled back far enough for them to see each other. The marine's face was flushed, his eyes glassy and lips swollen from the kisses. His expression was guarded as he looked back at Salim. “Don't you?”

Some of the fog was clearing out of his mind. He started this to get untied, and now he was. But now he had the taste of Jason on his tongue and his skin tingled with the memory of touches. He did want this man—whether it was a desire sparked the moment they met or when Jason sat on him, it didn't matter.

“Not here,” he answered. “The chair's uncomfortable.”

“Right.” Jason cracked a smile, visibly relaxing. “Well, my chair's pretty comfy.” He wiggled on Salim's lap. Salim laughed, resting a hand on Jason's hip. He could feel an energy still crackling between them. If he thought back, the energy had always been there. It had simply taken a different form.

Nick's voice came over the radio to break up the moment. Jason left Salim's lap to answer. They went back and forth talking about cameras. Jason threw a glance at Salim before wandering over to one of the tents. Salim followed behind him. Inside he could see several monitors set up showing areas of the temple. He didn't realize the Americans brought so much equipment.

“I see ya, Nicky,” Jason reported. “Head down to camera three, see if you can block the exit there.”

“Copy that,” Nick confirmed.

“Camera three looks like it's a long way from this position,” Salim observed, trying to keep his voice neutral. Jason met his gaze. “I won't say it this time,” Salim assured him.

“You don't gotta. You're right.”

Salim took a step closer. His eyes traveled over the layers of combat gear Jason was wearing before taking in their surroundings. He centered on the table that looked long and sturdy enough to hold a person's weight.

“So are you.”

I think I've seen fanfic that started like this…👁👄👁

[cr33pypaper]

Quaking in his boots

[writtenjewels]

This Year and Next

Salim was happy that Nick invited him to the New Year's Eve party, but he didn't think he would be able to make it all the way to midnight. The only times he ever managed it were fueled on adrenaline—such as those hours spent in the House of Ashes. This was a much more relaxed atmosphere, light everywhere, safely surrounded by friends.

He stepped out at one point, hoping the cold air would wake him up. He was pleased to see Jason had the same idea. The younger man was wearing a hat, of course, though it was one of those garish hats with gold glitter decorating it. It seemed so unlike Jason that Salim couldn't help laughing.

“Yeah, I know, the hat's stupid,” Jason said, the corner of his lip curling up. “But it's only once a year.”

“I'm just jealous I don't have one,” Salim replied.

“You could always get those stupid glasses,” Jason suggested. “I think Nicky bought a bunch of them.”

“I'll consider it.” A comfortable silence fell over them. Salim took in a deep breath. “The stars look different, don't they?”

“Yep. Ain't gonna see them the same way ever again.” There was another silence and then Jason added, “There's a lot of shit I see different these days.”

“Such as?” Salim prompted when Jason didn't elaborate.

“Me, for one.”

“In a good way, I hope.”

“I think so.” Another short silence filled in. “You wanna go back in?” Jason asked after a moment.

“Maybe later. I'm enjoying just being out here.”

“Company ain't half bad, either,” Jason said. The comment made Salim smile. He turned and met the former marine's eyes. No, the company wasn't half bad at all. The two stood together for a few more moments before Jason spoke again. “So there was somethin' I wanted to do before the new year...”

“You don't have much time left,” Salim teased him.

“I know. I've had to sorta work up to it.” Jason shifted on his feet and fidgeted with his hat. “But I figured if I waited, then it wouldn't be as... serious.”

“I'm not sure I follow,” Salim frowned. “It isn't like you to be so hesitant.” Except with things that mattered, that were deep and personal and made Jason vulnerable. “Go on,” Salim encouraged gently.

Jason suddenly reached out to grab handfuls of Salim's shirt, pulling him forward and landing a kiss on his mouth. He only had a few seconds to realize what was happening before the kiss broke and Jason was backing away. Salim just stood there, unable to form any thoughts.

“I wanted to see how it felt. If I waited until midnight,” Jason explained, “it wouldn't have felt the same. It would've been just another New Year's kiss. I shoulda asked,” he said with an apologetic duck of the head, “and not just laid one on ya.”

Salim's brain finally started working. Just moments ago, Jason said he was seeing himself differently, and now he said he had been working himself up to this moment—to kissing Salim. It wouldn't be honest if Salim claimed he thought the same things, though only because he didn't think it was possible. Too many things got in the way.

And yet here Jason was, only hours away from a new year, taking that step.

“Well,” he said at last. “You could ask me now.”

Jason tilted his head up to look at him. The two men were still for the space of a few heartbeats.

“Do you want me to kiss you, Salim?” he asked softly.

“Yes.” Salim cupped Jason's face. “This year, and next.”

And Jason did.

[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 🛁

[kayla-marie-writes]

I've rewritten the plot three damn times now. The only thing I know for sure is that this will be a post-apocalyptic AU. I took a break, and now my mind won't settle on any one idea. Send help.

[lostchildonaisle3]

little Jalim sketch cause I’ve been thinking about them