Need to know which Lost writer had some kind of piano related trauma cause the whole “child wants to play piano but parent disapproves” thing comes up like four times
Characters: jack shepard, james “sawyer” ford, kate austen, sayid jarrah, and charlie pace
Warnings: some cursing and slight suggestive language sawyer.
a/n: this show has been consuming my being and i need to talk to someone about it or i’ll explode. i have been so preoccupied with school i kinda got distracted from this account and writing but i'm going to do my best to get back on track.
Jack Shepard
He has always felt the absence of his father, whether he wants to admit it or not.
He struggles with being vulnerable, but when he does truly care about someone he wants to be as present as possible because he knows what it feels like to be alone.
He really likes touching you. not like that weirdo
He needs you to know that he'll always be there for you, and he does this by constantly reminding you physically.
Whether it be a kiss on the forehead, a prolonged hug, or even a brush of hands, he wants to cement the idea that you can always count on him.
Also, this man definitely lives for words of affirmation.
I mean look at that wet cat man, he’s never been given any positive words that didn’t have a second motive.
Having lived his entire life surrounded by false praise, the first time you compliment him, he sighs internally just waiting for you to ask him a favor right afterward.
So, of course, it throws him off when you don’t.
I mean, what other reason could there be for your kind words.
And it’s not the last time either, you continue to encourage him, expressing your admiration at his skills and the way he always knows what to or what to say in every situation.
The way you spoke of all of his actions, was enough to slowly break down his walls.
Eventually, when he gets comfortable enough to tell you about his past, you are there to listen intently, hanging on to his every word.
Once he’s finished, you reach your hand out to hold his and offer him words of encouragement, telling him he’s a better man than everybody gives him credit for, and that he needs to stop pressuring himself to fix everything.
He has no idea how you always know exactly what to say to leave him comforted, but he knows that that is what he loves the most about you.
James “Sawyer” Ford
His main approach to getting another person’s attention is through a sly smile and sexual innuendos. It’s what has worked so well in the past.
But the real way he expresses his affection is through gifts.
The man hates giving anything he considers “his” to anybody, so whenever he does, consider it a sign.
Believe it or not, he is a very active listener.
If you happen to casually mention a small detail, like you’re craving a certain food or need an extra blanket, expect him to have it within the hour.
Sawyer is awkward when it comes to expressing himself through words sincerely, and he considers himself too clumsy to do anything else.
So he figures the best way to show that he cares is by giving you whatever you want.
Don’t expect him to be sweet about it either though. He’ll definitely make some jokes about you needing to pay him back and you’ll do it gladly.
Receiving wise though, he appreciates anybody that is willing to give him the time of day.
Before the island, the idea of spending quality time with anybody he wasn’t sleeping with was absurd.
However, after meeting you, his thoughts quickly changed.
He knows that he isn’t the easiest person to deal with, so he treasures you going out of your way to be with him more than you realize.
Nobody was ever willing to spend more time than necessary when it came to being around him.
Your persistence is what allowed him to fully open up.
At first, he does everything in his power likebeingalittlebitch to get you to stay away.
Once it dawns on him that his actions won’t be enough to get you to leave, his appreciation for you grows.
Needless to say, once you get him to care enough about you, you’ll never be needing for more.
Kate Austen
Kate hates having to stay anywhere longer than she has to.
Which is why, if she makes an effort to be around you, for no apparent reason, then it’s most likely that she’s attached.
She has spent a good chunk of her life running. Including responsibilities, confrontations, the law, she doesn’t know the meaning of slowing down.
With you, however, she wants nothing more than for time to stop so she can appreciate the full extent of your company and enjoy quality time together.
She never thought it to be possible for her to find a person who made her feel like she was at home until she met you.
Beware though, being around you and trusting you are two different things.
After losing all the most important people in her life (betrayal or otherwise) she is still extremely wary of being vulnerable with others, regardless if she cares for them or not.
It will take a lot of work on your part to show her that not everybody close to her is bound to leave.
Which is why she needs constant verbal reassurance of your affection towards her.
Don't be too direct with it though, or else she might think you're trying to take advantage of her in some way.
However, if you slowly build your relationship with her while affirming her how much she means to you, then her walls are bound to come down.
Your positive words combined with your sincerity will have her falling for you so hard she won't know what to do with herself.
Whether you know it or not, your words to her are a lifeline.
Sayid Jarrah
ASKSNWKDB I LOVE THIS MAN
If there's anything this man knows how to do is to be at the service of others, which is exactly how he shows his love.
Being in the Republican Guard conditioned him to automatically fix any problem within his sight and follow the orders of his superiors.
As soon as he got on that island, he fell back into that role like second nature, following the guidance of Jack while still commanding orders in his own way.
From the moment he realizes his feelings for you, expect him to become your personal bodyguard.
He isn't the type to baby you but like hell if he'd let you get yourself in any danger.
He would do everything in his power to protect you from the island's hazards.
Not to mention he's a complete romantic.
It doesn't matter if he currently has any other duties you will always be his first priority.
You have a problem with your tent, he's already fixed it. You feel the need to get away from the rest, he'll take you on a private walk on a secluded part of the beach. You're hungry? Oh wow, how did this five-course meal find its way here!
Tender touches and physical touch are his favorite way of receiving love.
For years, the only times that his skin touched another person’s, was to torture them.
Believing himself to be undeserving of compassion, he chose to isolate himself.
Also fearing he might lose those he cares about if he were ever to open himself up.
Then you come along.
Your outgoing yet gentle nature was enough to almost knock his feet out under him.
Being the friendly person that you are, it was common for you to be touchy-feely with the people you considered close.
That doesn’t mean it still didn’t throw him for a loop the first time you did it though.
The both of you were sitting next to each other around a fire during dinner when suddenly you leaned your shoulder against his.
Despite it being such a simple gesture, he couldn’t recall the last time he was on the receiving end of such a casual touch.
He is insanely touch-starved, so as the relationship between the two of you flourishes, he’ll start to long for the feel of you.
It comforts him knowing he has tangible proof to remind him he’s not alone.
Charlie Pace
This man will always speak what’s on his mind. For a long time, he’s been criticized for not measuring his words more carefully.
So don’t expect him to sugarcoat how much he cares and loves you.
He knows that his big mouth has put him in a lot of problems, but he will continue to use it because it got him your attention.
From the minute you catch his eye there's no way he's going to stay silent about it.
Hell, don't be surprised if he ends up writing a song about you.
He's aware that sometimes he says things that result in him being the butt of a joke, but he will always tell you the truth about his love for you.
In fact, he will go above and beyond to let you know that you're the only way he could ever care for.
What do you mean you feel insecure as if you don't have the beauty and grace of a goddess?
One thing he neglects to mention is that he's a spoiled little brat who loves gifts.
No matter how small or worthless you think it may be, to him it means the world coming from you.
Having dealt with addiction he's never maintained any object that held any financial value because he always sold it for a couple of extra bucks.
That is why your gifts serve as a physical reminder that he has changed and that he is allowed to be happy.
Things ranging from a flower to an item of personal value that you've given him he will guard with his life.
That includes your heart which is the greatest treasure you could've given him.
p.s. can you tell who my favorite character is based on this lol
people love to say LOST didn’t have any LGBTQ representation as if Jack and Sawyer didn’t look like they were about to rip each others clothes off at any second
drabbles featuring sawyer ford, sayid jarrah, & jack shepard
tw: mentions of wounds, blood
author's note: currently on season 3 of Lost. may write another collection of drabbles the more I watch.
"I'm going to kill him."
"It wasn't his fault."
"Like heck, it wasn't. You're should be glad I decided to take a stroll out of my tent today. Dufus probably would've left you sittin' there for hours."
You roll your eyes but don't disagree that you would've been stranded in the jungle for God only knows how long before help found you. After all, you didn't know the man's name and he seemed terrified about the prospect of seeing a deathly swollen ankle after you took a tumble from trying to get mangoes out of a tree. Not to mention, his sense of direction wasn't the best. You should've known better than to go marching into the woods with strangers to help them pick mangoes. "Just—can you put me down, so I can go find Jack?"
You didn't have to look up to know that he was smirking. "No can do, Hopscotch. You can barely hop around on that foot of yours and besides, Doc's a bit busy right now in the Hatch."
Before you could respond, you felt gravity lower you gently onto a makeshift blanket. You looked around at Sawyer's tent. It was homey, cozy. In the corner was a pile of books. Opposite the makeshift library was what you deemed to be his infamous 'stash' of weapons, medicines, first aid supplies, and anything else he could scavenge from the crash.
As if he caught your gaze, he quickly shuffled to the corner, blocking your view of his pile of 'lost and found'. He turned around seconds later and presented a roll of bandages in his hand.
You lifted a brow, your ankle throbbing in protest.
"Look, I ain't no doctor or nothing—"
"Clearly."
His smirk widened. "...but I do know how to take care of a sprained ankle until good ole' Doc can get a good look at it. So, either you let me help you or we both can sit here and stare at each other. Your choice."
You roll your eyes in response and he chuckles before kneeling in front of you to get work.
Cumbersomely, he wraps the gauze around your ankle, the bandage encompassing your injury firmly, but comfortable. For a moment he turns his back to you and finds a couple of folded shirts and a sandy pillow. You hiss as he lifts your foot and places it on top of the folded stack. The stack sunk under your weight, but your ankle throbbed a little less.
Sawyer gives a brief apologetic look before lifting his eyes to yours. "There. Now how's that?"
You look down at your foot and nod in approval with a slight smile. "It's...good. Good enough until Jack gets back."
Sawyer mimics your miniscule smile before turning to leave to give you some space. You quickly reach out, fingers latching onto his sleeve. His breath hitches and he stops to look over his shoulder.
"Thanks, Sawyer."
In true Sawyer fashion, he faces you, his rough fingertips finding the tip of your chin. He tilts it upwards and leans forward, this time your breath halting for a moment's time. Then, he whispers, "I knew you were going to thank me something one day, Hopscotch. But no thanks necessary."
"Squeeze my arm if you need to."
You latched onto Sayid's bicep and shut your eyes, your muscles tense. You could hear him quietly counting to three.
One.
Two.
Thr—
The adhesive bandage was ripped from your skin before he even got to 'three'. A whimper escaped your mouth and you hissed as you looked down at the damage to your skin. The wound had stopped crying red tears and was now throbbing, the flesh around it damp with sweat.
You felt a kiss on your brow. "I'm sorry, my love."
You grimaced and then looked down at the blood soaked bandage that was now lying on the ground. Sayid placed a hand over yours — the one digging its nails into his bicep— and brushed his thumb over it. You instantly released your grip with an apologetic smile.
"Don't be sorry," he said, beating you to your apology. "I didn't exactly get to 'three', did I?"
"We're even," you said with a somber smile, your fingers brushing over the imprint marks your nails left on his skin. Being stranded on the island had understandably distracted you from your bad habit. Your nails had never survived past the tips of your fingers before the crash and now, your own hand looked unrecognizable.
Sayid took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of them. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks.
He sighed."I'm not so sure you'll want to speak to me after this next part."
You didn't have to ask him what he meant by that. You knew what was coming next. Sayid gave your hand a squeeze before reaching for the bottle of antiseptic next to him. You did your best to swallow the whimper climbing its way past your throat.
With Jack off on a hike with some of the others on the island, Sayid had been the next best person to change the soaking red bandages on your arm.
You turned your head away and shut your eyes as he untwisted the cap from the bottle of clear liquid. You felt Sayid move your hand back to his bicep, prompting you to squeeze if it hurt. You made sure the pads of your fingers were fixed on his skin instead of your nails.
This time he didn't count. He applied the damp cloth to your skin slowly, allowing the antiseptic to seep into your superficial wound. You hissed, your fingers clamping down onto his arm as hard as your eyes were squeezed shut. White flashes of light clouded your vision as the stinging came in waves. You felt Sayid work quickly to bandage you up.
When he was done, he pulled you into his arms."
There. How do you feel?"
You winced as you moved your injured arm into a more comfortable position.
"Like I never want to speak to you again."
You both chuckled simultaneously.
"Well, hopefully you'll find it in your heart to forgive me," he said, planting a kiss on your forehead.
You smiled softly, resting your head against his chest. "How could I not?"
"I don't think you have a concussion."
You sighed in relief, your swollen eyes focused on the light drifting across your vision. You had successfully passed the brief concussion screening Jack had given you. At least there was one less injury you had to worry about.
"You got a few minor cuts, though. Stay still for me," he said, using a cotton swab to dab at your injuries. You winced as he leaned forward and gently swiped over the cuts that littered your brow and cheeks. "Any headaches?"
"No, but I feel a little dizzy," you mumbled, briefly closing your eyes as he applied liquid bandages to your cuts. "You sure I don't have a concussion?"
"You took a hard fall. Dizziness is normal," Jack said as he moved back to grab some gauze. "I'll have to monitor you closely to rule it out completely so we can't have you going to sleep tonight." He applied a thick bandage over your cheek where the nastiest cut resided. You groaned softly.
"But don't worry, you'll be fine," he said, placing a hand on your shoulder and squeezing it gently.
Carefully, he put away his supplies, cleaning up the area around you both. He fished through one of his medical bags and found a bottle of pills. He dumped two round white pills into his palm and passed them to you, along with a bottle of a water.
"Take those."
Carefully you took the pills with two big gulps before washing them down with water. Jack took the bottle from you as you leaned back against the wall, an exhausted breath leaving your mouth. You briefly closed your eyes.
"You don't have to babysit me. I won't fall asleep. Just resting my eyes," you mumbled.
You could feel the smile in his next words: "Like I haven't heard that one before."
You scoffed playfully as he shuffled around you. By the time you opened your eyes he was sitting next to you, legs stretched out in front of him. He took your hand and fit your palm against his. You leaned your head against his shoulder.
"Now, you want to tell me how you fell and hit that pretty little head of yours?"
