unfound.

everything happens for a reason.

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                             EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON  .  .  .

lost multi-muse currently writing: sayid jarrah & jack shephard .

promo edited by @floralege​

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lcstneverfcund​:

Sawyer expects Jack to protest his assessment of the situation in the hatch. The biggest benefit of being trapped down here has been gathering inside information on the tension between the two men. Instead, the man surprises him by stepping closer, pressing into his space. He raises his eyebrows and ignores the strange tightening in his stomach as he backs away. Placing several feet between them relieves the tension.

A smirk slides stubbornly across Sawyer’s face, always playing poker with the Doc. He’d be damned if he let the heat in his cheeks show. “Well, I guess if you’re happy just being someone,” he teases. “But I thought what we had really meant somethin’ doc.” Who else could bring out the loathing they shared?

After a moment, Sawyer returns to the chair and plops down with a dramatic sigh. He rolls his eyes initially at the question. “Oh come on Doc, even I ain’t that good,” he grumbles. He has barely gone back to the beach and he is down one arm after all. He throws the man a suggestive grin and adds, “Why? You lookin’ for me to get you drunk and take advantage of you?” He asks. Maybe a beer was just what they needed to break the ice.

he shakes his head at that, restrains a smirk. yeah, sure, it means something to jack. usually means he’s always got to watch his back, keep a wary eye on sawyer. in reality, part of jack knows that he needs sawyer on this island. at the beginning it was the same way a hero needs a villain, but now it’s a little different. the blonde is part of the group and he’s capable and unafraid and just as headstrong as any leader ought to be. jack is bitter to find that maybe they aren’t so different after all, at least two sides of the same coin.

the comment throws jack for a second, provokes him to turn his gaze to sawyer and he’s twice as ruffled that he’s let the blonde see the stun on his face. he presses his lips together, looking impatient and admonishing, but eventually the smug pettiness returns to his eyes. cocks his head when he notes, “looks to me like you’re the vulnerable one, sawyer.” matter-of-fact, easy. and before the sentence is out he’s crossing toward the pantry in search of beer.

it’s all stacked up toward the back, hardly cooler than room temperature, so when he reemerges, he heads for the fridge. with the sauce simmered, the noodles boiling, and jack approaching sawyer with an outstretched can of beer, he can already feel the room fill up with all the ways he can call jack his bitch. a homemaker, jack would sardonically counter. instead he just says, “shut up.” but it’s half amiable, way past sensitive to any of his snark. settling into the couch, the moment is marked by the pop and hiss of his can and the comfort of it is something even jack can indulge in for a second. “let’s just...,” he starts, lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “leave it all aside for right now, okay?” the kate stuff, their general disdain for one another, the chaos of the situation in general. no easy feat and certainly not lasting.

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lcstneverfcund​:

Despite settling the doc up, Sawyer tightens his jaw and settles into a firm sense of irritation at the confirmation. The superiority of the other man’s whole act only fuels the anger building inside of him. Yet beneath that anger, something aches to meet the challenge set out for him and earn the man’s approval in the process. Flipping his hair back over his shoulder, he shrugs. “Maybe so Doc. Lucky for both’a us we got you here to duke it out with Mr. Clean over who gets to save our asses. Way I see it, I’m sittin’ pretty with no responsibility. He places his good hand on his hip, the sauce fully abandoned.

As for the jab about Kate, well he does his best to brush that aside. After all, the last thing they need is something else to compete for and his feelings for the brunette weren’t any of the Doc’s business. “At least it’d mean somethin’ special if I saved any of you. It ain’t about me at that point.” Of all the things that irritate him about Jack, his desire to stroke his own ego sits at the top.

and there it is - locke is the second most undesirable topic jack can imagine talking about with sawyer right now. too fresh, too many nerves for the blonde to dance on and manipulate. it’s enough for jack to let the whole conversation go, but not enough to cease the pettiness. he rounds the kitchen counter and wordlessly shoulders in to take over the cooking. 

“yeah, i’m sure we’ll all be very impressed if it ever happens.” as it so often tends to do, sawyer’s insinuation crawls under jack’s skin and settles there as he goes about dropping spaghetti noodles into the pot of boiled water. “no one looks to you for anything. no one counts on you.” it’s said like it’s supposed to be patronizing - like most of what they say to one another - but as much as jack has a fundamental desire to lead, to fix, he also thinks all of this was thrust upon him and he’s still just reacting. part of him covets sawyer’s role. “it might not be special or selfless, but they need someone.”

no conversation between them ends in anything but mutual disdain and, after a beat, jack has to laugh at that realization, a scoffed chuckle as he shakes his head. “so did you already stash away all the beer that was down here?”

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🤕  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  patching  up  your  muse’s  injuries. / @idcnticxl​

“it didn’t get you too bad.” whatever it was. considering the splinters he’s carefully fishing out of the scrape on her arm, jack would guess a nasty fight with a tree. “this is gonna sting a bit,” he warns and then presses a fresh shirt blotted with antibacterial against the wound. “you gotta be careful out there. small things have a lot bigger consequences here.” preachy, yes, but jack can’t stand to lose anybody in his group. he finds her eye, arches a brow. “what were you up to anyway?”

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⚔️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  fighting  and  my  muse  admits  their  feelings  for  yours.  (  add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  admit  their  feelings )  / @lcstneverfcund​

“yeah, i get it, you don’t need me,” jack starts, just short of outright rolling his eyes. instead he narrows them, glitters with condescending irony when he continues, “unless you’re shot or about to get shot.” he steps forward, increasingly direct. “it doesn’t matter if you don’t want me in charge -- i am. and you’re as much apart of the group as anyone else.” which is to say, he falls squarely under jack’s responsibility. “just go cool off, sawyer.” the vague superiority in his tone is altogether unnecessary -- jack knows the most confrontational thing you can tell someone who’s pissed off is to calm down.

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lcstneverfcund​:

Sawyer throws Jack an appraising look, a little more than surprised he would ever ask his opinion. Whatever he says, the man seems to do the opposite. Maybe more accurately, the two of them are flip sides of the same coin. “For years?” He muses. “I dunno, I guess it depends on what there is worth savin’. I’ve only ever cared about my own skin, ain’t that right?” He teases, knowing just how easily the Doc would agree with his self-diagnosis. He pauses in his stirring and stares down the other man. “Tell me then, you really think this rock, any of us, is really worth pushin’ a damn button for?” He asks. While he has a strong sense of self-preservation, Sawyer also knows deep down he ain’t worth even a single entry on that damn computer. Sometimes, he wonders if any of them are.

“right,” jack answers firmly, predictably all too happy to concur. he holds sawyer’s eye, matches that hard gaze. the glare comes mostly from the fact that he knows they’re both wrong. there’s an unlikely hero in sawyer that tends to rear it’s big, blonde head when it suits him, a trait jack’s found sufficiently irritating. “there’s really no one on this island that you’d do anything to save?” but they probably both know the answer and would equally hate to hear it said out loud so jack exhales, sharp and miming impatience. “i really think that, yeah. and i think you would, too,” it’s matter-of-fact, lilting with that classic, know-it-all exasperation reserved just for sawyer and he ends up shrugging when he tacks on, “if you didn’t have me around to push it for you.”

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i need more miles threads >:)

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@lcst​ ❛   if  you’re  in  some  kind  of  trouble ,  you  can  tell  me  .  ❜ / miles to sawyer

Sawyer didn’t know exactly when he became the leader of the group that infiltrated Dharma. It was a funny thing, after decades playing the lone wolf, to have the respect of people he cared about. Didn’t mean he had fully adjusted to these kind’a offers. “We’re all in trouble. The longer we’re stuck here, in the belly of the beast, the worse off we are. Heck, maybe Juliet’s got the right idea to run,” he huffed. That idea upset him more than the thought of leaving the rest of the group behind. He had grown tired of being left. “You wanna take the sub into 1977? What’s keepin’ you here?”

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miles has found this - their merry little band of time travelers - has formed it’s own weird kind of camaraderie. they’ve all been so practiced in fending for themselves, the idea of splitting up is unexpectedly off-putting. one shoulder lifts up in a shrug as he looks off. “i dunno, man, the story you spun feels like it’s sticking. they aren’t looking over their shoulders at us.” probably because they genuinely are integrating, doing their jobs, keeping free of any insidious plans. sawyer’s question is more direct than he was expecting, he finds the blonde’s gaze again, but doesn’t give too much away. “guess i miss my dvd player,” he deadpans. “maybe one day this rock’ll take us back to our time or maybe i’ll settle down with a nice dharma-chick, i just figure i oughta let it play out.” there’s a pause as his lips press together. “you think she’s gonna bail?” which is to say, is sawyer gonna bail? miles figures it’s one and the same.

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❛ all i ever wanted was a little peace & quiet . ❜ / juliet to jack. // sent by @815s​

“my experience? living on some beautiful, foreign beach isn’t usually as relaxing as it sounds.” which is to say -- it’s always something. he can’t knock juliet for making the decision to come to the island, it seems like a trend that the majority of it’s inhabitants are merely reacting to the strings being pulled by the bigger players, motivated by their own convoluted goals. jack has to admit, it is a pretty package sitting on the quaint bench swing, surrounded by content Others milling about their tasks. he throws juliet a sidelong glance, a half smile. “got some peace now, don’t we?” then he tacks on, going for playful, but twinging with some wariness, “never a good sign.”

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“ i knew you wouldn’t go to sleep willingly, so i brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket. twenty minutes of shut-eye, okay? ” / aria to jack. // sent by @815s​​

he hadn’t realized he’d been holding breath in until it expels in a soft chuckle, pretends to peer suspiciously into the makeshift cup. “-- is it drugged?” sleeping isn’t an idea he’s considered in awhile, opts not to do the math of how long it’s been since he’s got any of it. “not tired.” the response aria probably anticipated, but it’s not an altogether lie. he is tired, but not in any way that a catnap will help. his exhaustion is bones deep, years old. “but,” he reasons, lowering himself down onto a fallen tree trunk, “i’ll sit and have the tea.” he’s equal parts cheeky and genuinely wondering when he tacks on, “you a mom?”

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“ i feel safer when you’re here. ” / shannon to sayid. // sent by @815s​​

“yes, fortunately there are no reasons for us all to go bursting into the jungle tonight.” but maybe that’s not what she means. inky black ringlets are tied back to the top of his neck, enjoys the cool breeze from the tide. sayid’s made no bones about his desire for proximity to shannon, in whichever way she permits him. neighborly does just fine, but as his gaze anchors to her, he can’t help from adding, “it’s a relief when you’re around as well.” a safety in her own way, an innate lightness. after a beat, he smiles. “would you join me for dinner?”

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lcstneverfcund​:

Sawyer’s eyes glisten with amusement at the irritation simmering in Jack’s voice. He’s seen the tension building between Mr. Clean and the Doc first hand trapped in the hatch with them both. “You say tomato, I say whatever it was, I’m just grateful to have such lighthearted company,” he teases. Sure as shit, Sawyer’s mouth opens and closes again as Jack orders him around. A tingle of something he can’t name shoots through him at the anticipation. Every now and then, the familiarity with which the man addresses him stirs this strange feeling, like they’ve known each other too long. He shifts in his seat and sighs deeply before following the doctor’s orders. “Ya gonna tell me to eat an apple a day too? At least maybe that’d keep you outta my face,” he grumbles with a brooding frown as he begins to stir.

“What’s that thing for anyway?”

4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42. each time jack ticks those keys, he feels something inside himself break -- the empiricist in him, probably. despite scoffing at the mad ramblings of a foolishly faithful john locke... he pushes the button. it’s no time to test theories and he’s got bigger problems to deal with. most currently being the lug stirring his sauce. “saving the world,” jack answers, inherently sardonic. it sounds more like a question. “-- or, more likely, not a damn thing.” just a test of will. there’s a beat of thought as he leans up against the center island, casts his gaze toward saywer. “would you do it?” pause and then, “sit around down here for years on good faith?”

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i would luv to see bits from the 3 missing years. sawyer and juliet first deciding to live together aw. miles and sawyer getting close. also the high highs and low lows of kate and jack off island.

also! makes me think of the way jack and juliet went from tussling over broken plate glass to kissing REAL quick. i’d like to see that dynamic grow.

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honestly i’m so happy for locke that he gets his shine time of finally knowing everything while everyone else is confused. also that man never gets tired of telling ppl ben killed him huh?

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oh yeah that’s right nvm lmao

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honestly i’m so happy for locke that he gets his shine time of finally knowing everything while everyone else is confused. also that man never gets tired of telling ppl ben killed him huh?

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