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doujinshi - koi ha kaosu no shimobenari eng ver.（1/2）

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@ivycross requested characters with flower crowns so here is most of them (*´꒳`*)

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Sorry if there's any similar/same to ones anyone else made ( ´∀｀)

Here's more no one asked for

One, Two, Three

Last post of these, for now

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House of Ashes as random pictures from my gallery

Jason

Salim

Eric

Rachel

Nick

Joey

Merwin

Clarice

Truth or Dare

First fic! Jason x Salim. Not beta read, sorry for any mistakes <3 Basically, the events of House Of Ashes didn't exist, Different meeting ☺️. The Marines go to a pub after being deployed in the UK and all decide to play some children's games. Read here on Ao3 if that's what you prefer. "Truth or dare?" His best friend, Nick had asked him in turn. They'd all had a long day settling into their new temporary base, and the Marines decided to head into the city and find a bar. What better way to blow off the days steam than a tipsy game of truth or dare? The pub was small and simple. Country style wooden interior and decor, potted greenery around some of the walls and jarred fairy lights along the ceiling, offering a warm yellow glow. It wasn't too late in the night, and the place wasn't too packed but still held a good amount of occupants for the hour. "Truth." Jason answers, taking another small sip of his beer. "Aw, come on, you've said truth 3 times in a row! Quit bein' a pussy!" Merwin piped up from the end of the table farthest from him, his usual damn cocky smile plastered on his face."Alright, fine! Dare, then." The Lieutenant throws up his hands in surrender, rolling his eyes at Merwin's remark. Nick looks around, thinking for a moment before replying, "Dare you to go talk to that guy over there." And nods towards a man leaning over one of the tables against the window. 

There was a bit of distance between them but Jason could make him out pretty well despite that. He had warm olive skin and pitch black hair, laid back from his forehead, aside from a few loose curls that didn't want to follow the flow of the rest of his hair. Dark eyes that seemed down cast, lost in thought in thought. He was adorned in a dark green button up shirt and well fitting khaki pants. 

Fuck, he was hot brooding against the wall like that. 

"I'll even buy your drinks the rest of the year if you can get his number." Nick adds with a wink. 

Who was he to turn down a challenge?

"Alright, deal." Jason steps back from the table. "But don't act like I don't know what you're up to." He accused, pointing playfully at his friend who only held up his hands innocently. He turns on his heel, making his way over to the other man, feeling the looks of everyone behind him go straight into his back.

The Marine was unsure if this was another one if Nicks attempts to matchmake again or just Nick pushing him out of his comfort zone, although he was definitely leaning towards the former. Either way, he had to admit that the lonesome man was rather attractive. Worth a shot, right?

"Could I buy you a drink?" Jason offered as he approached, resting a hand on table and leaning on his hip against the edge of it.

"I don't drink." The man replied cooly, not looking up at the lieutenant. He had a thick accent that Jason couldn't quite place, but it wasn't like any of the English accents he'd been hearing.

The brunette faltered for a moment. He hadn't heard that response before. "That's definitely a new way to be rejected." He half joked. 

"I am Muslim." He finally looked up at the younger man. Despite the deadpan tone in his voice, he didn't appear to be upset or bothered by his offer. 

Jason mentally slaps himself. Right. Idiot.

"Shit, sorry, I- I wasn't trying to..." He trails off awkwardly, waving a hand around uselessly. All his previous confidence had now appeared to be gone from his body.

"It's alright. It happens quite often, Considering this is a pub." The man cuts him off gently, entertaining him with an amused smile.

The man was pretty, Salim observed. Warm brown irises, light freckles dusted across his pale skin that now looked stained pink from embarrassment, and short cropped dark brown hair. 

Salim remembers seeing the group of men come in, all dressed similarly to the man; a fitted black t-shirt that hugged his torso and arms nicely, as well as tan fatigue pants and combat boots, the laces tied up haphazardly. 

"Name's Jason." The Marine speaks after a moment, feeling the other mans gaze burning into him. 

"Salim. So, military man I see?" He notices the tattoo on his forearm, taking note of the other one peaking out from being hidden under the sleeve on his right arm. 

"Yes, sir. USMC. First Lieutenant." The American states proudly. 

Jason opts to sit down on the stool beside him, body facing the other man with one elbow on the table and the other on his own thigh. "So, whatta you doin' at a bar if you don't drink?" He asks, tilting his head to the side a bit, resting it on his palm.

"I do not know." Salim states honestly.  Simple as that. "My wife left us 3 weeks before we moved here, for my son to go to university. I think, maybe, I come here intending to drink but never can commit. But it doesn't matter, I am here to not think about that."  He shuffles his body towards Jason. "Tell me about yourself?"

"Well, what do you want to know?" The latter asks, straightening up a bit.

"Whatever you'd like to tell me. Do you have anyone waiting for you at home?" Salim proposed. 

Jason shrugs, thinking on it for a moment. "No, not really. Jus' my sister, I 'spose. Dad's just a mean drunk, Mama passed not long before I joined the military." He explains, shifting his gaze elsewhere. "No other family, really."

"No girlfriend, then?" The Iraqi questions aloud before he can think about it, immediately regretting the decision. 

However, if the other man was off put by the question he didn't show it. Although his eyebrows raised slightly, surprised. Keep cool, Kolchek. "Na, don't really have any time to go after that anymore. Sometimes mess around with the guys on base, but nothin' official." He shrugs. 

Guys?

"You make it sound like a challenge, I'm surprised. You're rather attractive." Salim says with a knowing smile, resting his cheek on his knuckles. He'd already been pushing a little too far and the Marine didn't seen bothered, why not push a little bit more?

Jason's face flushes lightly, caught off guard by the comment. "You're not so bad yourself." He finally replies, looking back up at the other man, giving him a lopsided smile.

"What about your son? You said he's here for university, right?" The brunette moves the topic along, not letting his mind think on the man's words. 

"Yes! My boy, Zain. He's earned a scholarship to University. Studying folklore and mythology. He's made me very proud." Salim smiles fondly at the thought of him, gaze sweeping the floor in thought.

"I can tell his mother leaving on him has made him upset, but he seems a little happier now, studying what he enjoys." He brings his eyes back up to the American, and Jason just melts at the pure joy his eyes are full of. 

The men talk for a bit, going back and forth with questions, and trading their own stories. Salim shares some stories from Iraq while Jason shares some about his travels while in the Marines, Finding comfort in each other's presence, Jason allows himself to open up and share some other things he hadn't even come clean about with the people he's close to. Salim shares more about him and his son moving to the UK, and ex-wife and her leaving them both suddenly in Iraq. 

"What made you join the military?" Salim finally asks in turn. 

Jason thinks on it for a few moments. He'd had been expecting the question sooner or later, but it was a somewhat touchy subject for him. Fuck, the other man had been so open about his life since the get-go, So why shouldn't he? He had nothing to hide, anyway. 

Right?

"You really wanna know about that, huh?" He shifts on the stool. Let him understand. "My life wasn't goin' nowhere fast." He starts after a pause. "From a small town in Georgia, kids killing each other for a fuckin' nickel. Rich getting richer and the poor gettin' poorer. I jumped at the chance to sign up, to get away from it all." He answered honestly. 

"And I guess I honestly couldn't care less if I got shot dead in the midst of all of it. At least I'd've died for something more worth it." The Marine just shrugs limply, trying to put on an unbothered facade. But it did bother him. He hadn't even explained it to Nick, his best friend, honestly. Just some patriotic bullshit reason.

 Why was it so easy to be so open with this stranger?

Salim leans forward and places a hand on Jasons knee in an attempt to ease him. "Well, I'm glad you haven't. I quite enjoy talking to you." He pats his knee gently. 

Jason just gives a small smile

"I've enjoyed talking to you too, however these seats are getting rather uncomfortable." Jason chuckles and shifts his hips. Salim moves his hand away and Jason misses the warm touch immediately. Wait, why?

"You know, we can always take a bit of a walk." Salim offers, "Get some fresh air? Unless of course, you'd like to get back to your friends," The older man leans back away from Jason, giving him a teasing smile and a small shrug of the shoulders. 

"I think I like that idea. I'm sure they'd be more than happy to get rid of me for a bit longer." Jason gives a crooked smile. 

"Let me just tell them." The lieutenant stands up and offers the man his arm, Salim holds onto his bicep and nods in acknowledgment. 

"Well damn, Kolchek, I guess you earned those free drinks, huh?" Joey comments before Jason can speak, being the first one to notice them walking towards the group, as he turned around halfway to look at the pair of them. 

"What does that mean?" Salim asks, turning his gaze from Jason to the younger man in front of them.

"Nick over there dared him to get your number. Seems he went above and beyond." Joey eyed their linked arms and Jason just gave him a look warning him to be quiet now. 

"Is that why you came up to me?" He raises his eyebrows in uncertainty, looking back over at Jason as a flash of dejection written across his face.

"Well, yes but I-"

Salim cuts him off. 

"I'm sorry, Jason, I think I'll just leave for the night. It was nice talking to you." He releases his hand from the others upper arm, turning on his heel towards the door. 

"Fuck- Salim! Wait!" The lieutenant glares daggers at Joey, who just gives a nervous apologetic smile, before he turns to chase the older man outside, ignoring the burning looks from the rest of his friends going straight to his spine. 

"Salim!" Jason catches up to the older man quickly, as he didn't make it to far in the short amount of time. He catches his forearm and Salim stops, but doesn't turn around to face the other man. "Please, wait." 

"Let go of me." Salim entreated, but still made no attempt to get free, face cast downwards. 

"I'm sorry. Jus' don't run off!" Jason releases his arm, hand still hovering in case Salim wanted to try to bolt off again.

"And let me explain." Salim stays put and turns to face him after a pause, but refuses to look up at meet his eye. 

"Listen, Jason, You could have just asked. You didn't have to act interested to prove a point to your friend." He sighs, shaking his head before continuing,

"You just wanted to get some drinks. I get it, my friend, truely." He finally looks up, giving a sad but genuine smile. And Jason just gawked silently. Did the older man really think he was just using him for his own benefit? 

"I enjoyed talking to you, Jason, Thank you." Salim continues when the American didn't respond, and starts to move away again, but the Marine takes both of the others hands in his own, grounding him in place. 

"Shit- Salim, Will you stop talkin' like we ain't ever gonna see each other again?" He exasperated

"Yes, that was why I bothered talkin' to you in the first place." Jason drops his hands to move up and hold either side of the Iraqis face.

"But I really enjoyed our conversations. I wasn't about to leave my friends to go with you just for some damn drinks or to prove a point!" He hisses through his teeth without any real venom. "I wanted to talk to you more."

Salim just stares, shifting his gaze from Jason to the ground. He stays silent for a few moments, thinking over the Americans words. "I hear you thinkin' in there." The brunette runs his thumb along his temple.

"I'm sorry." He reaches up and grabs onto Jason's wrists, just holding on and keeping the man's hands where they were. "I just-" 

"I understand. No biggie." Jason cuts him off, just giving him a crooked, closed lip smile. Why was he so forgiving?

"I overreacted." The older man states obviously. 

"You were just scared. I get it." The Lieutenant interjects and Salim just sighs, but this time it's more fond. " You're not going to let me win this, are you?" He looks down at the man holding him in place. "Nope." The latter pops the 'p', goofy grin still plastered on his face. 

Salim just shakes his head affectionately, moving his hands to link them around the others back while he moves his arms to rest on Salim's shoulders.

"Are you sure about this?" Jason asks after a few moments as the other man pulls him closer with the arms now looped behind his back. 

"About what?" The Iraqi looks back down at him, tilting his head a bit to the side. 

Jason gives his shoulders a small shrug. "Whatever this could be. I know you jus'..." He trails off. 

Salim thinks on it for a moment. "Yes." He decides. "As long as you are as well."

The Marine smiles at this. "Yeah. Whatever pace you need." His eyes soften a bit.  "I appreciate that." He starts to move his arms away, but Jason's next question catches him off guard and he stays right where he is. 

"Can I at least kiss you?"

Salim bows his head, smiling, and shook his head. Not in rejection but in acknowledgment of this man's bluntness. "Only since you asked." He teased, looking back up and reached a hand up to cup Jason's jaw, turning his head slightly and pulling him closer with the other hand still on his back. 

Salim leans down and presses his lips against Jason's pouty ones, the kiss soft and sweet. The American lifts his hands up to cup the other mans face gently, stroking his cheekbone with his thumbs, while Salim keeps one pressed on Jasons back to hold him close and the other holding underneath his jaw. The kiss was languid and gentle, both afraid to move too fast for the other. 

"I'd've thought it would take more than that." Jason pulled away just enough after a few moments, and just smiled against the others lips. The man who just gives a small chuckle and pulls away, resting his head on the brunettes shoulder. "Ahmaq." He mutters into the junction where his neck and shoulder meet.  "What's that mean? Some kinda pet name or somethin'?" Jason quips, moving his arms to rest on either of Salim's shoulders, hands locking behind his neck. 

"I believe it translates to 'idiot'." Salim pulls his head back to look down at the other man, his eyes full of mischief. 

"Oh." He just says dumbly. 

The Iraqi just laughs tenderly, pressing another light kiss to the man's lips, simple and quick.  "Still up for that walk?" Salim asks as he straightens up, the hand resting on his shoulder returning to the small of Jason's back. "Yeah, why not?" The latter responds with a smile. 

"Are you going to tell your friends, or-?" Salim asks, releasing the other man. The lieutenant glances back in the direction of the pub, thinking on it for a second before ultimately deciding against it and looks back up at Salim. "Na, I guess I'll just let them place bets on what they think happened." He smiles playfully. 

Salim just shakes his head fondly, grabbing Jason's hand and pulls him along to walk with him, which he gladly complies. 

Jason looks down at their joined hands as they walk, and he enjoys the warmth of the other mans hand enveloping his own. It felt nice. 

It felt right.

Jalim but it’s the 80’s, Van Halen plays in the background and Jason’s flirting still sucks (look at him trying to show off his car or something). Not sure why I ended up drawing a Grease themed au but there’s something about the idea of them changing outfits to fit each other styles that I just adore~ Some of the sketches are bassed off of scenes from the movie 💕