pellamerethiel: Jack/Sawyer - whatever you want

The screams of fear echoed through Jack's head after the speaker cut off. Hearing Sawyer left him worried and awash in memories he'd rather not resurface - memories of Sawyer, hands tied and his yells bouncing off the trees as Sayid dug the bamboo into the sensitive flesh under his fingernails. It made him nauseous to remember, fingers growing warm as though the sluice of Sawyer's blood was still flowing over his hands.

Jack stood, leaving the corner of the aquarium to lean over the speaker, running his hand down the cold surface of the only evidence that he wasn't alone.

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arabella_hope: Jack/Sawyer - snorkel, reef, yellow, splash

If someone had told Sawyer three years ago he'd go on a Caribbean cruise with his boyfriend, Sawyer would've suggested said person seek help. But there they were, currently suspended above a reef, a whole other world, as countless fish swam in and out of the coral.

Spotting Jack out of the corner of his eye, Sawyer's mouth formed a grin around the mouthpiece of the snorkel. His fins splashed against the surface of the water as he kicked, eager to return to the boat and peel off the yellow swim trunks that were clinging so tantalizingly to Jack's ass.

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isis2015: Jack/Sawyer - someone gets jealous

Jack's jaw clenched as he watched Sawyer and Chester in the other room. Sawyer had asked him to go grab a couple beers and, on his way back to the den, he saw Sawyer sprawled across his couch. Chester, to Jack's disapproval, was also on the couch, pressed up against Sawyer's leg, completely enraptured by his fingers deftly tracing the contours of his skull. Jack cleared his throat loudly, causing Chester to jump up guiltily as Sawyer smirked.

"He's not allowed on the couch," Jack said, handing Sawyer the beer.

"You're just jealous your own damn dog likes me more."

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keyweegirlie: Claire & Sawyer - anything

He excited her because he scared her.

The dark, guarded way he watched people from the distance as they tried to order their chaotic world, a chaos he only added to by starting fights or hoarding supplies he knew someone would need later, trading them for a price that he'd never paid to begin with.

The sharp, hard angles of his face screamed "stay away" as he took a slow drag of the cigarette, clearly working hard to maintain his bad boy, don't mess with me image.

But Thomas' face had been soft and loving. Look where that left her.