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Love languages — Lost Characters HCs

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 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 afterwards.

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 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 and his and offer him words of encouragement, telling him he’s a better man than everybody gives him credit for, and 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 considered “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 are needing an extra blanket, expect for him to have it within the hour.

Sawyer is awkward when it comes to expressing himself through words sincerely, and he considered 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 from 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 that 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 being 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 who is 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 to 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 that 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 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 for 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, were 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.

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 of his love for you.

In fact, he will go above and beyond to have 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 that 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 serves 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

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Hope — Sayid Jarrah

Summary: after crashing on the island, you and sayid have a talk about reality and hope.

Warnings: some light profanity. can be read as either romantic or platonic.

a/n: this doesn’t really focus on the main plot beside the basic details. it physically pains me to see that no one write for this show or this man so i decided to take matters my own hands. this is my first fan fiction ever so i am open to constructive criticism :)

Words: 1.9k

It has been two weeks since the plane initially crashed. Everybody was at first scared out of their minds over the fact that they were stuck in the middle of nowhere with no apparent rescue on the way. Obviously there was that small group of leaders that stepped up to distribute jobs between everybody and give hope to the rest not to give up.

You, of course, were not one of these people.

You were more of a logical person, always being condemned for not being able to see the positive side of things. Always being called too “pessimistic” about situations. Of course, you never saw it that way. Always appreciating when people would be straight forward with you instead of sugarcoating unfortunate scenarios because they weren’t emotionally mature enough to handle it.

Which is why meeting Sayid was... confusing, to say the least.

Your first meeting with him was less than ideal.

It was the morning after the crash, and you were currently walking along the shore of the beach, looking for your suitcase. Due to the initial panic of the previous day, you had no time to search for your belongings and had to sleep with a shared blanket of a person whose name you still hadn't learned. After searching for 20 minutes, you were about to give up until you spotted a certain name tag hanging from the handle of a familiar suitcase.

It was your suitcase...and it was outside of Sawyer's tent?

Thinking perhaps he had mistaken your stuff for his, you walk over and kneel to begin taking your things.

"HEY! THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" You quickly turn your head around to see Sawyer marching from a distance towards you. His eyebrows furrowed and a prominent sneer on his face. At first you were confused, but you quickly realized that he took your things on purpose.

"I'm grabbing my shit," you said in a neutral tone, only sparing him a glance as you turned back to digging for your things.

"The hell you are," he grumbled as he finally reached your side and yanked the case from under you. "This is mine."

You, on instinct, latched onto the handle. "Really? Cause, as far as I'm concerned, that's my name tag I'm holding on to!"

He continued to try to wrench the suitcase from your hands, but you didn't let your grip loosen.

"Damn! Just let go—" "What is going on?"

You stop pulling the case, but neither lets go as the two of you whip your heads towards the source of the sound.

Sayid stood there a few feet away, with an exasperated expression on his face.

You took advantage of Sawyer's distraction to force your luggage out of his grip and attempted to make a run for it, but Sawyer managed to catch your wrist.

"You little bit—" "Enough," Sayid's voice broke through, and his arm reached forward to force Sawyer to let. Once your arm was free, you turned to walk away before Sayid called out to you. "Stop."

You huffed as you slowly turned around to look at him. He was looking at you with a dissatisfied look. "What happened?" he asked in a tired voice.

You shrug as you look between him and Sawyer. "Ask him. He's the one who decided to steal my belongings." "Now look here, Missy—"

"Can you prove," he quickly interjects, "that it belongs to you?"

Your hand reaches around to pull at the name tag at the handle. You flip it so the big letters of your name are visible.

He sighs slowly and turns his head towards Sawyer, opening his mouth, no doubt reprimanding him. However, Sawyer beats him to it and lifts his hand in surrender. "Yeah, I know, I know..." He says defeatedly as he walks inside his tent.

You once again attempt to head in the other direction before you are newly interrupted. "Wait one second."

This time it's your turn to sigh annoyedly, as you cannot seem to leave the spot in which you're standing. Your whole body shifts to face his, and you only see him motion with his head in to follow him before he begins his journey, heading straight into the jungle.

You momentarily debate leaving him behind before you huff and begin to follow him, suitcase still in tow.

You follow him for a couple of moments, panting from the force it is taking to carry your possessions this far. Hearing this, Sayid quickly looks behind him to see that you have not put aside your stuff. "Just leave it," he blurted, "nobody's going to risk coming all the way out here."

The two of you were barely at the entrance where the trees met the beach. You were about to argue with him, but seeing his stern look, you thought about it twice and decided it was best to just leave it. After all, the two of you were already far enough from the others. Against your better judgment, you sighed defeatedly and let it go.

Seeing this, Sayid whirled around and resumed his walk into the jungle.

This was the first time you had gotten the chance to talk to Sayid. Ever since the crash, you took notice of the way he took charge in such a desperate moment, almost as if he had experience with tragedies. Despite it only being a day, you were already intrigued by the reserved and serious man in front of you. Curiosity getting the best of you, you couldn't resist striking up a conversation.

"So, what'd you bring me out here for?" You asked in an expectant tone, wanting to know if perhaps he found you as intriguing as you did him.

"I needed someone to help me collect wood for the signal fire," he stated bluntly, not looking back to you as he continued to trek forward.

You huffed, his answer breaking any illusion you had that he might find anything, beside the task at hand, interesting.

"And you couldn't ask another guy because..." you questioned in a confused tone. "You just happened to be the person that was the closest and most available at the moment," he responded, still in that no-nonsense tone that you hated sounded attractive. His accent is reaching your ears and echoing in your thoughts.

"Whatever..." you muttered as you finally came to a stop and began to pick up the wood next to where Sayid was gathering his pile.

After a few moments, the both of you had gathered enough wood and were beginning your trip back to the main campsite.

Not being satisfied with the lack of communication on his part, you try again at breaking the silence. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did."

You roll your eyes and ignore the sarcastic response. "What do you think our chances are of getting rescued?" At the words, he comes to an abrupt stop, causing you to almost crash into his back, before quickly composing himself and turning around to peer at you with a curious look.

"I think the same as everybody else, that it is only a matter of time before help comes," he states in clinical tone, almost as if he's reciting from a manual the words he should say in a situation like this.

You stare at him with a deadpan expression. "I am asking you because I want to know what you think, not everybody else."

His eyes are conflicted for a couple of seconds before they are overcome with reality. "I don't think anybody is coming."

Your eyes widen at the sudden confession. You knew that by asking Sayid, you were going to receive the truth, whether you liked it or not. That still doesn't mean you were fully prepared for it either.

Which leads you back to the present moment, sitting around the signal fire, which has been burning nonstop for 2 whole weeks. Right now, it was your shift to guard the fire, making sure nothing would put it out. You were too busy poking the base of the flames to notice a figure approaching you by the side.

At the sound of footsteps, you whip your head to see Sayid sit next to you on the log you were currently seated on. Ever since that moment in the woods, you hadn't had the chance to speak to Sayid again. It was certainly not by lack of trying, but he was always so busy, making sure that everything within the camp was running smoothly. After a while, you gave up making an effort to communicate with him, believing yourself to only be getting in his way.

"Hey," you greeted with a slight smile, wanting to make him feel as welcome as possible after weeks of no contact. "Hello to you," he replied back, although with a more serious demeanor.

You couldn't let go of the words he told you that day, despite being the ones you anticipated from a guy like him. Even you thought the words to be true before he told them to you. Yet, as the time passed by, you couldn't help but learn to appreciate the small community that has formed as a result of accident. 

"Did you guys manage to find anything out there?" Earlier that day, Sayid went out with a small group in hopes of tracing a signal that could lead to a rescue. His eyes only looked at mine for a moment before they resumed staring at the fire. "We found nothing."

You didn't believe him.

But you also knew that no matter what you said, he would not talk about it, so you also shifted your eyes to gaze at the fire.

"You know...even if you find nothing out there, I believe it's all going to turn out fine," you stated, with perhaps for the first time, an optimistic tone.

"You believe?" He asked with a doubtful expression.

Your eyes turned to stare into his, trying to project all of your thoughts into him. "Yes, I do. Sure, the whole plane crash was unfortunate, but the way everybody here has gathered and given their best, even knowing that they might not get home, is heartening." Sayid still eyed you with an unconvinced stare. "What I mean to say is that before getting on that flight, I used to think optimism was just something people used as an excuse to ignore the issues around us...but these past few weeks have changed my mind." My eyes begin to light up as I think of all the moments I have shared with the other passengers, good and bad.

"You are putting a lot of faith into something that has no evidence supporting it to be true," Sayid interjects, his eyes boring into mine, in an almost defiant way.

"Maybe... but I choose to believe that belief alone is going to be enough to get us home. Hope is one of the most powerful feelings; it drives people towards goals that appear near impossible to others. Haven't you ever fought your hardest for something, despite all of the signs indicating failure?" His gaze turns distant, almost as if he were remembering an instant like the one I described.

Multiple minutes pass by again, silence overtaking the midnight air. You assumed the lack of a response meant the conversation ended before Sayid spoke up again. "Perhaps you are right," he responds, with a feint and almost unperceivable smile.

"There just might be hope for us after all."