#Jack dawson x reader

[generalkenobee]

"And now you know that there was a man named Jack Dawson. And that he saved me, in every way that a person can be saved."

[writing-fanics]

Jack Dawson x Dewitt-Bukater!Reader anyone? Where the reader runs away from her family as a teen and ends up meeting Jack, they travel together as friends and eventually start dating and then get married. And now wanna return to America for a new life with their unborn child.

imagine the drama when the reader seesher younger sister Rose on the titanic and her mother! The dinner scene the atmosphere is so thick.

But like the moments were the reader shows Rose what its like to live, how much fun she's having being free being with jack would be sweet.

[gayandfairycore]

Titanic masterlist

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Jack Dawson 🚢

Pretty girls make graves

Rosé Dewitt bukator 💎

There’s nothing here…

[stargazing-imagines]

I’ll show you the world ( Jack Dawson x Fem!reader )

Description: Jack falling in love with you while you go in and on about the things you would do if you were a free women from your brother Cal

Warnings: fluff, bad writing.

A/N: I am sooo in love with Jack dawson and there are lack of imagines of him on here so I thought I would make one!! Enjoy!!

You and Jack were walking on the second part of the ship, you were going on and on about how annoying your brother Cal is.

“Sometimes I wish I could just break free from my brother sometimes.” You said as you fiddled with a hat that you had in your hands “he is constantly on me about finding a suitor and it is annoying!”

“Well, I could be your suitor.” Said Jack, you rolled your eyes

“Please, Cal would never approve of you.” You said, you looked down at your shoes before looking up, that was until you had an idea in your head.

“What are you doing?” Asked Jack as he was curious as to what you were thinking

You ran to the railing on the boat before standing on the first bottom rail, throwing you hat, as your hair blew free from the updo that it was in

“When I get off this ship, I am so going to explore what out there.” You said “maybe I could be a actress in Hollywood.”

Jack laughed as he gazed at you in awe, after spending a day together, there was no doubt that he had feelings for you.

“Y/N Hockley!”

“Oh no, I better go.” You said as you quickly got off the railing, waving bye to Jack before running off to your brother, leaving Jack staring at you dreamingly.

“I’ll show you the world.”

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[v-o-i-d-e-d]

Yes, I am still amongst the living (barely)

Hey little froggies,

Yeah I know I keep disappearing - reappearing - promising to write - disappearing again. I'm sorry 😭. This semester is so overloaded that I don't even have time for my homework. But I swear Things are in the works. Very slowly they are being assembled.

I do want to ask a question! If I did a part 2 to Seeing Blind (the Connor x reader fic) would y'all want it to be post revolution, or do you want me to pick up where the fic left off in game? I don't mind either one, but y'all are the consumers so I figured I'd ask!

Also for the fans of my most recent Spock fic: a part 2 is going to happen, but probably not for a while. I have to do some medical research for that one 😅

Anyway, just wanted to let everyone know that I haven't abandoned anything. I'm just a little overwhelmed right now. That being said, feel free to keep dropping requests! I like to have lots of options when picking what to work on!!

[anaiscrazy]

80s/90s themed x reader?

Comment if the one you want isn’t on the poll

[countrymusiclover]

[swanimagines]

TITANIC AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FOR TITANIC

Jack Dawson

(Any of the other characters don't have any requests written nor pending as for now, so I'm unable to have serieses for them as AO3 requires you to have at least one oneshot written to be able to add it to a series, and I can't promise serieses for characters who don't have requests pending/I have no ideas of my own for them)

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[firestarwrites]

Hearts Unmasked pt. ii - (Jack Dawson x f!OC)

Fandom: Titanic

Warnings: None

Length: Short (603 words)

Pairing: Jack Dawson x f!OC

Eva made her way across the Titanic's deck, her skirt sweeping from side to side as she walked. Ever since the dance last night, she couldn't get the thought of Jack out of her head. Visions of him walking beside her appeared as if he was there. She brushed them off, thinking there was no way she had a crush on someone she just met.

She stopped in front of a door that read "Gallery". She didn't exactly know what kind of gallery to expect, but she entered anyways. Amongst the sea of people surrounding her, she thought she saw Jack. No, it couldn't be.

The pictures on the walls were of paintings from many famous artists. Eva looked up and saw a boat kind of like the Titanic. She smiled slightly and looked away from it, moving onto the next one. As she was approaching the third painting, she felt someone's hand on her shoulder. She slightly gasped and a pair of blue eyes met her.

"Jack?"

"Yes, I thought I saw you." he said. "I never caught your name last night..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's Eva." She replied, slightly blushing.

"Eva... what a beautiful name." Jack took her hand and led her to a corner of the room away from the people. He took out his sketchbook and flipped through the pages. Eva caught a glimpse of some of his drawings.

"You're a beautiful artist," she said, tapping on the paper.

Jack began to sketch and looked into her eyes. Then he looked back at the paper. "Thank you, I try my best to make a living off of my drawings."

Eva watched as the pencil lines on the paper became a face. Slowly, the face transformed to look very similar to hers.

"You drew me?" Eva asked him, lightly touching the paper.

"I always draw pretty faces," Jack smiled, looking at her. "How about we leave here?"

"Where did you have in mind?"

"I know a place."

Eva and Jack found themselves in Jack's room on the third class deck of the ship. She did not turn her nose up at the sight of his room, rather she found it very cozy. The ornate lamp and bedframe were beautifully crafted. Eva sat down at Jack's desk while he flopped onto his bed.

"So, how are you enjoying the voyage so far?" He asked her.

"It's been quite the experience." She said, laughing.

"I think so as well. Last night was very fun," he laughed with her.

Eva noticed him sit up on the bed as an invitation for her to join him.

"May I...?" she hesitantly asked him.

"Of course," he smiled, patting the bed beside him.

Eva stood up and gingerly walked to the other side of his bed. The third class beds were small in comparison to the second class ones. Eva picked up her skirt and sat down beside Jack. She never dreamed of being this close to him, let alone in this situation.

Jack placed an arm around her shoulders and stared at the wall across from the bed.

"I never thought this would happen, but yet this ship is called 'The Ship of Dreams'." Jack said.

Eva put her hand on his chest and let herself fall into his arm. She felt him put his other arm around her.

"I'm loving it though," she said softly.

Jack held her in a resting position as she breathed steadily. He made sure she was calm while rubbing light circles on her back.

"Good night Eva," he whispered.

"Good night Jack," she replied, drifting into a peaceful sleep.

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[brainddeadd]

omg baby devil asking the devil boys and matt to open an orange for her

The Orange Test 🍊

Y/N sat on the couch, phone propped up, barely able to hide her grin. “Alright, let’s see how the boys react when I ask them to open an orange for me.”

She had seen this trend all over TikTok—the “orange test” to see how guys would react to a simple request. And what better way to try it than with the most chaotic group of hockey players she knew?

She grabbed an orange and turned to her first victim.

~~

Jack Hughes

“Jack,” she called sweetly, holding out the orange. “Can you open this for me?”

Jack turned his head, immediately squinting at her in suspicion. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Do your hands not work? Did something happen? Blink twice if you’re being held hostage.”

“Jack.”

“Y/N.”

She rolled her eyes. “Just open it.”

He sighed dramatically, flopping onto the couch like she had just asked him to carry her up a mountain. “I swear, I do everything for you. You’re so needy. What would you do without me?”

“Live peacefully.”

Jack peeled the orange aggressively, muttering under his breath the entire time. “I play in the NHL, and this is what my life has come to. Peeling oranges like I’m a damn personal chef—”

Once it was open, he held it out to her with an exaggerated flourish. “Your highness, your peeled fruit.”

Y/N took it with a smirk. “Thanks, Jacky.”

He groaned. “I take it back. Next time, starve.”

~~

Luke Hughes

She turned to Luke next, holding out the orange. “Lukey, can you open this for me?”

Luke blinked at her. “Why?”

“Because I asked.”

He stared for a few seconds like he was processing the request, then shrugged and took the orange. Without another word, he started peeling it like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“You’re not even gonna question it?” Y/N asked, surprised.

Luke flicked a piece of peel at her. “Nah. Too much effort.”

She snorted. “Appreciate it, Lukey.”

Luke handed her the orange with a nod. “Anytime, I guess?”

~~

Nico Hischier

“Nico, can you open this for me?”

Nico took the orange but immediately looked at her like she had just asked him to solve a math equation. “Why?”

“I just can’t do it.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.”

Nico frowned. “Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Then why can’t you do it?”

She huffed. “Nico, just open it.”

He sighed, peeling the orange efficiently but still watching her like she was a puzzle he needed to solve. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not injured? You’re not hiding something?”

“Nico,” she deadpanned.

He handed her the orange but kept his captain face on. “If you need help with something, you know you can tell me, right?”

She melted a little. “I know, Neeks. This is just a TikTok trend.”

He rolled his eyes but ruffled her hair before walking away. “Unbelievable.”

~~

Dawson Mercer

“Daws, can you open this?”

“Yeah, of course,” Dawson said easily, taking the orange.

Y/N sat back, waiting.

Dawson… just sat there.

Holding the orange.

Not peeling it.

A full minute passed.

She waved a hand. “Dawson?”

“What?”

“The orange?”

“Oh. Yeah. One sec.”

Another minute passed.

Y/N sighed. “Dawson, you literally said yes. Why aren’t you doing it?”

Dawson grinned. “I forgot.”

She smacked his arm. “How did you forget? It’s in your hand!”

Dawson just laughed, tossing the orange in the air. “I’ll get to it eventually.”

~~

Matt Rempe

Then came Matt.

She held the orange out to him. “Matt, can you open this for me?”

Matt didn’t question her. No hesitation, no teasing. He simply reached out, took the orange gently, and began peeling it with the most focused expression she’d ever seen on him.

She watched him, taken aback by how effortlessly he seemed to do it. He wasn’t making a big deal out of it like Jack or questioning her like Nico. It was simple. Calm.

"You're not going to mock me or make some sarcastic comment?" she asked, surprised.

Matt looked at her, soft brown eyes meeting hers. “You don’t always need to do everything yourself, Y/N. It’s okay to ask for help sometimes.” He said it so casually, but it meant so much more than just peeling an orange.

She smiled, the warmth of his words washing over her. “Thanks, Matt.”

Once the orange was perfectly peeled, he handed it to her with a small grin. “Anything for you. Besides, it’s a perfect excuse to spend a few minutes with you.”

Her heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice. "You're sweet," she whispered, feeling a warmth rush through her chest.

Matt leaned in, his voice low and soft, “I’m just doing what feels natural.” He gave her a wink, and she knew that there was no one else who could make her feel quite like he did.

She smiled at him, holding the peeled fruit in her hand, but in that moment, it wasn’t just about the orange—it was about the connection they were building, one small gesture at a time.

“Thank you, Matt,” she said, quietly but with more meaning than ever before.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Princess Treatment

Quinn Hughes: Quinn is a generous and affectionate partner who loves to spoil his partner like a princess. He goes out of his way to make you feel special and loved. He surprises you with flowers and little gifts, just because he knows you’ll appreciate them. He opens your door for you, pulls out your chair as you sit down to a meal, and makes sure you're comfortable and cared for in any situation. He pays attention to the small details, like your favorite food or the way you like your coffee.

Jack Hughes: First, Jack is a very affectionate partner. He frequently uses physical touch to express his love and admiration for you, whether it's through hugs, kisses, or even just holding hands. He also makes sure to give you his undivided attention, whether it's in public or in private. He listens actively to your thoughts and feelings, and takes your needs and desires into consideration when planning dates or making decisions. Jack also enjoys trying to cook for you, and he takes pride in creating meals that he knows you’ll love.

Luke Hughes: Luke shows you princess treatment by making sure you feel loved, valued, and appreciated in various ways. He goes out of his way to do gestures that show he cares, such as surprise you with you favorite snacks, leaving sweet notes and small gifts for you, or taking you on a romantic and thoughtful date. He prioritizes the quality time together, listens attentively to your needs and feelings, and makes an effort to make you feel comfortable and happy. He regularly compliments you, expresses his admiration for you, and makes sure to show you how special you are to him.

Nico Hischier: Nico shows his princess treatment in various ways. He makes sure to always treat his partner with the utmost respect and consideration. He opens doors for you, pulls out chairs for you, and helps you with anything you need. He is never afraid to show affection and frequently holds your hand or puts his arm around you, making sure you feel comfortable and loved. He is always punctual and reliable, never keeping you waiting and always keeping his promises. He is attentive to your needs and goes out of his way to make you feel special and pampered.

Timo Meier: Timo loves to spoil his partner and show you how much he cares. One of his favorite ways to do this is by cooking you homemade meals and packing your lunch for work. He also enjoys taking you on special dates and surprising you with thoughtful gifts, such as flowers or jewelry. Timo believes that it's the little things that make a big difference, so he will often leave little notes or surprise you with sweet messages. He also enjoys giving you massages to help you relax after a long day and is always happy to listen and offer advice when you need it.

Dawson Mercer: Showing princess treatment means treating someone like royalty, he would do things like open doors for you, make sure you're comfortable, and just generally go out of his way to make you feel special and appreciated. He’d spoil you with gifts and surprise dates and always prioritize your needs and desires.

John Marino: John takes pride in treating you like royalty. He constantly ensures you feel special and treasured through small, thoughtful gestures. He surprises you with flowers or chocolates unannounced, often leaving them on your desk or bedside table where he knows you’ll find them. He cooks romantic dinners, complete with candlelight and your favorite music playing in the background. He often runs bubble baths filled with your favorite scents and provides massages, even offering a foot rub after a long day of work.

Kirby Dach: Kirby likes to spoil his partner and make you feel like special. He often treats you to surprise gifts, such as flowers or jewelry, and takes them out to nice dinners at fancy restaurants. He is also very mindful of your needs and will do little favors for you, such as running errands or fixing things around the house. In addition, he loves making thoughtful gestures to make you feel special, like planning a surprise getaway or leaving notes around the house expressing his love and appreciation. Overall, Kirby goes above and beyond to make sure you feel valued and cherished.

Juraj Slafkovsky: Juraj would treat you like a princess by showering you with compliments, planning special surprises for you, doing little things to make you feel appreciated, making sure you feel comfortable and taken care of, listening patiently to your thoughts and needs, and going out of his way to make sure you feel loved and cherished. He would also be more protective and sensitive towards your needs.

Arber Xhekaj: Arber takes great pride in taking care of his loved ones. He always goes above and beyond to make sure you feel appreciated, prioritized, and valued. He showers you with attention and affection. He often praises and compliments his partner, making you feel special and loved. He is always willing to listen without judgment. He gives you a safe space to express your thoughts and feelings, ensuring you feel heard and understood. He makes an effort to take care of your needs and wants. He often surprises you with thoughtful.

Cole Caufield: Cole tries to treat his partner like a princess in all sorts of ways. Like getting you flowers just because, or planning special dates and surprises. But it's also about the little things, like making sure you're always feels loved and supported, even if that means listening to you vent about your day, or just being there for you when you need him. He just wants you to feel like you're the most important person in his life. Because you are.

Kaiden Guhle: Kaiden is known for treating his partner like a princess. He goes above and beyond to make you feel special and loved. Whether it's bringing your favorite flowers, planning surprise dates, or simply cooking your dinner, Kaiden always puts your needs above his own. He frequently surprises you with thoughtful gifts like jewelry and makes sure to always listen to your thoughts and feelings. Kaiden is a romantic at heart and never hesitates to express his affection through physical touch and words of endearment.

Jamie Drysdale: Jamie is a hopeless romantic and he loves to shower you with affection and princess treatment. He opens doors for you, gives you small gifts, and constantly checks in with you to make sure you're happy. He always makes sure you feels comfortable and safe, and he never hesitates to give you a hug or a kiss on the forehead. He loves to plan cute dates and surprises for you, and he always makes you feel loved and appreciated. He’s also great at listening to your problems and offering support and guidance.

Matt Rempe: Matt treats his partner like a true princess. He always opens doors for you, carries your bags, and spoils you with small gifts. He always puts you first, whether it’s letting you pick the movie or making sure you get your favorite dessert after dinner. Matt is always ready to listen to you, and he always makes sure to tell you how beautiful and special you are, both inside and out.

[writing-fanics]

Jack Dawson x Reader

reader is rose’s older sister who ran away from her family eventually met Jack fell in love and married. when she’s on the ship she’s pregnant.

she’s sleeping in another cabin away from Jack, with the father and daughter seen in the movie [🥺]

The awkward moments when she sees her mother on the ship 😐

👀

Rose kinda envy’s her sister seeing her living the life she wishes she could

It would be so awkward seeing her mom again the stares, she wouldn’t even wanna be associated with you since u made a mockery of them

oooooooo reader was originally set to marry Cal but she ran away

[astars-things]

Can you write about Jack daughter having a loose tooth and scared of it coming out. Maybe Jack calls the team for backup

“Hey, baby girl, what’s wrong?”

She hesitated, then slowly pulled her hands away just enough for me to see what was going on. Her bottom front tooth was slightly crooked, hanging on by what looked like a thread.

My heart squeezed. Her first loose tooth.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I said softly. “That’s exciting! Your first big kid tooth is coming in.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “I don’t want it to come out, Dada,” she whispered. “It’s gonna hurt.”

I pulled her into my lap, rubbing small circles on her back. “I promise it won’t be bad. Everybody loses their baby teeth.”

She sniffled. “Even Uncle Lukey?”

I grinned. “Even Uncle Lukey.”

Her grip on my shirt tightened. “I don’t like it.”

I kissed the top of her head, but I knew my reassurance wasn’t enough. I needed backup. With one arm still wrapped around her, I grabbed my phone and fired off a quick group text.

Jack- EmergencyY/N has her first loose tooth. She’s freaking out. Need reinforcements.

The replies came fast.

Luke- OMW. Dawson-Be there in 10. Nico-Tooth Fairy support squad activated. Timo- I’ll bring ice cream.

Within twenty minutes, my house was filled with half the Devils roster. Some guys looked like they’d just rolled out of bed, hair sticking up in weird directions, but they all showed up for my little girl.

Y/N was still curled up in my lap, peeking out at the group with uncertainty. “Y/N!” Luke plopped down next to us, flashing his usual goofy grin. “I heard you’ve got a wiggly tooth. That’s so cool!”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not.”

“Oh, it totally is,” Nico said, crouching in front of her. “That’s how you know you’re turning into a big kid.”

Timo held up a pint of ice cream. “And you get a treat after it comes out.”

“And the Tooth Fairy brings you money!” Dawson added. “She’s like Santa but for teeth.”

That got a small giggle out of her. Progress.

Luke leaned in, lowering his voice like he was sharing a big secret. “You know, my first loose tooth? It fell out while I was eating a hot dog. I didn’t even notice!”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Swear.” He held up a hand like he was taking an oath.

[gayandfairycore]

Finished fics ੈ✩‧₊˚

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Lockwood and co:

Marmalade and mischievous mornings🌞🌷✨

Thin walls 🍓🌞✨

Titanic:

Jack dawson x reader🌞✨🍓🌷

Bbc Merlin:

Merlin x reader 🍓🌞✨

Merlin x reader 🍓🌞✨

Morgana x reader 🍓🌞✨

Morgana x Merlins sibling reader pt 1 🌛🌞✨

Pt 2 🌛✨

Just hold me 🌛🌞✨🌷

The prince, the magician, and the physician 🌞🌛🌷

Teen wolf:

Stiles stilinski:

Movie night 🌞🌛✨

Scott McCall:

Movie night 🌞🌛✨

Wednesday:

The albatross 🌛✨🌷

My babysitters a vampire:

Ethan Morgan x male reader 🌛🌞🪽

Narnia:

Narnia headcanons 🌞🌛🪽

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Xo kitty:

Do you see right through me 🌞🌛🌷✨

Outer banks:

Distraction 🌛✨

The middle:🍂

Axl heck x reader 🌞✨

Love and monsters: 🍂

Joel dawson x reader 🌛🌞✨

Supernatural:🍂

The green necklace 🌛🌞✨

Tfw x reader 🌛🌞✨

Fear street: 🍂

Sacrifice Simon kalivoda x reader 🌛✨

Marauders: 🍂

James potter x reader

Nothing is as clear as the clarity of death 🌛✨

[leaentries]

postgame - luke hughes (aka pretty boy)

jets@njd

3/21/24

[v-o-i-d-e-d]

I'll Follow Your Lead - My Hero

~Also on my Ao3 and Wattpad~

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

College has been kicking my ass but I recently got n influx of Jack Dawson edits on the TikTok fyp and I felt ✨inspired✨ So here you go! Also, Trigger warning!!! Sexual assault is not explicitly depicted but is heavily implied

Jack had just finished his first shift at Rinaldi’s - helping Elmer haul supplies from the delivery truck to the pantry – and he was sitting at the back of the dining room smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. A few performers had already come and gone as the curtains opened on the stage once again. The band was playing the beginning of a jazzy tune and the curtains revealed something Jack had not expected. Dorothea stood in the middle of the stage. She was adorned in a beautiful pale blue dress the bottom of it trailed a bit behind her and every inch of the dress sparkled in the stage lights. She sparkled in the stage lights. Jack was speechless. He set his drink down and leaned forward in his chair as Dorothea began singing. Her voice was rich and clear as it rang through the dining room. Jack hung on her every word.

     “Isn’t she a star,” Margarette sighed as she brought Jack his dinner – free of charge by request of Dorothea. “She’s such a rare talent, that girl.”

     “Yeah, she is. I didn’t know she sang,” He said.

     “She’s a shy girl. She’s been that way since she turned up on our doorstep,” Margarette chuckled and gave Jack a fond smile before going back to the kitchen.

     Jack fumbled for his sketchbook, desperate to capture this version of Dorothea on paper. He sketched quickly and loosely. He would return to the drawing later with details but for now, he mostly focused on actually looking at her. He knew that he would not soon forget her like this.

She had seen him in the crowd. How could she not have he was basically the only person there; well she certainly felt that way. As she hurried back to her dressing room to change back into her regular clothes, she was unaware that another man had watched her perform. The man from the café.

     “Dorothea, dear, you’re food will be ready in the kitchen when you’re done!” Margarette called through the door of the small dressing room.

     “Alright!” Dorothea responded. She carefully removed the gems that glittered in her hair and watched in the mirror as her hair fell over her shoulders and down her back.  

     “beautiful, is what I was gonna say.”

Jack’s compliments from the day of the party rang in her ears and caused warmth to bloom over her face and neck. A girlish smile stretched across her lips as she continued to undress. Just as she had managed to unlace the corset of her dress, someone knocked on the door. Dorothea thought nothing of it, believing it to be the old seamstress who usually helps her in and out of costumes - foolish

     “Come in!” The door slowly creaked open, “You’re a little too late, Inez, I’ve already got the corset off,” She laughed.

     “Then I suppose I have impeccable timing.”

     After quickly finishing his preliminary sketch, Jack rushed off to find out where he could see Dorothea. Finding his way back to the kitchen he met Elmer and Margarette chatting by the stove. Elmer was the first to notice the young man enter.

     “Jack, my boy! Come back for seconds?” Elmer’s deep voice broke into a rumbling chuckle. Jack smiled,

     “Not this time. I wanted to know where I could find Dorothea. I want to tell her how well she did tonight,” Jack sat his sketchbook on the kitchen counter before stuffing his hands in his pockets. Elmer and Margarette shared a look that can only be described as knowing.

     “Of course! I was just heading that way to fetch her for dinner. Come with me.” Elmer held an arm out to beckon Jack over. As they walked toward a hallway at the back of the room, the older man clapped Jack on the back. “Was this the first performance you’ve seen?”

     Jack nodded. “She never even told me she performed here.”

Elmer barked out a laugh and shook his head, “That doesn’t surprise me-“ He paused to say hello to one of the musicians as they entered the part of the hallway lined with dressing rooms, “That girl seems to be allergic to giving herself any praise.”

     “Well, I-“

A scream cut Jack off from down the hallway. His eyebrows furrowed and looked at Elmer who had a similar facial expression.

     “That sounded like it came from her dressing room-“

     “Help!”

Both men took off down the hallway. Jack was much faster than Elmer and quickly came to a wooden door with Dorothea’s name on it. He swung the door open and was temporarily stunned by the sight in front of him. It was him. The man from that one day in the café who had come looking for Dorothea. He had her with a harsh grip on her shoulders and was attempting to push her to the floor. Dorothea held one hand against the man’s chest, trying to push him off, while her other hand clawed at the loose fabric of her dress trying to keep it from falling. Dorothea’s wild, frightened eyes met Jack’s, and a fleeting look of relief flitted across her face.

     “Jack!” She shrieked out his name and that called him to action. He rushed forward and grasped the man by his collar yanking him backward. The man stumbled in surprise and let go of Dorothea, who dropped to the floor from the sudden loss of opposing force. Just as the man turned to face the new presence in the room, Jack met his face with one of the hardest punches he’s ever thrown. A fleshy smack sounded through the room before the man fell to the ground. However, he wasn’t down long before Jack hauled him up by his jacket and tossed him out through the open door where Elmer and a few of his men happened to be coming in. The man fell pathetically at their feet, dazed.

     “Haul ‘im up, boys, and get him outta here,” Elmer demanded. “I’ll be right back,” He told Jack before following his boys out of the hall. Jack whirled on his heel and knelt down beside Dorothea who had yet to get up from the floor.

     Dorothea had never felt so afraid in her life. Her heart was beating a million miles a minute and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. The hand that wasn’t holding her in a sitting position felt paralyzed in its unwavering grip on her dress. Her gaze immediately went to Jack as he knelt down beside her. His eyes searched over her with a worried expression making sure she hadn’t been hurt.

     “Are you okay?” He asked as he just barely let his hand graze the skin of her arm. He quickly shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut, “What a dumb question, Jack” he murmured to himself before opening his eyes again. This time his gaze was locked on Dorothea’s face. Even in this frazzled state, she fought the urge to right her appearance, knowing that she probably looked awful with her tear-stained face and mussed-up hair.  Her mouth opened and closed but the sound eluded her. Her breathing quickened as it started to feel like air wasn’t even passing through her lips.

     “Okay, okay, Dory, you need to take a deep breath, alright? Can you try that?” Jack asked. Dorothea blinked in surprise before shaking her head. She couldn’t do it.

     “Come on, yeah you can. Let me show you,” Jack took a gentle hold of the hand that was holding her up and pulled her to sit up further. He supported her back with his other hand while placing her hand on his chest. He knew she could feel his own racing heart just as she knew he could feel her shoulders rising up and down from her rapid breaths. Jack took a deep breath and Dorothea watched as her hand rose and fell with him. She struggled for a moment to copy his breaths and squeezed her eyes shut in concentration.

     Elmer made his way back down the hallway, adjusting the rings on his hand as he walked. As he came upon Dorothea’s dressing room he paused. Jack and Dorothea were still on the floor and Jack was still helping Dorothea with her breathing. Elmer watched as Dorothea’s breathing slowly became more even to match Jack’s and watched as Jack’s eyes watched Dorothea as if she’d disappear. The older man smiled with a twinkle in his eye as he decided to go straight to the kitchen to inform his wife of the incident but - more importantly - to leave the two alone for a while longer.

     Dorothea opened her eyes and was caught off guard by immediately meeting Jack’s gaze. Even though her breathing had evened out several moments ago, they were still in the same place: Jack holding Dorothea’s hand to his chest while also supporting her seated position. She sniffed and mustered up a weak smile. He returned it with a crooked one of his own.

     “You-“ She paused to clear her throat, “You called me Dory.”

     “Huh?” Jack couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. That’s what she chooses to talk about?  

     Dorothea swallowed hard, “Just a few minutes ago. You called me Dory. Only Angeline calls me that.”

     “Oh,” Jack frowned, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I wasn’t-“

     “I liked it.”

     Jack gave another small smile before moving to stand. Dorothea’s hand quickly tightened, grabbing a fistful of Jack’s shirt to stop him from moving. “What are you doing?” The wild look in her eye from before was resurfacing but Jack was quick to reassure her.

     “We gotta get you standing so you can change, right?”

     “Oh, yes.” Dorothea’s hand relaxed and Jack grasped it to help her stand up, still keeping his other hand on her back. Dorothea looks at Jack’s hand and her eyes widen. “Jack! Your hand, it’s bleeding!”

     “Yeah, that usually happens after punching someone in the face.” He laughed when Dorothea sent him a disapproving glare.

     “We have to get this cleaned up before it gets infected!”

     “No, you have to get dressed.”

Dorothea suddenly became very aware that her dress had barely stayed up this entire time, still only held by her hand. This time there was no way to hide the redness in her cheeks.

     “Right.” Dorothea let go of Jack’s hand to further cover herself even though nothing was actually exposed. Jack took a step back to give her some space. He vaguely gestured toward the door,

     “I’ll be right outside.”

     As Dorothea dressed, she caught glimpses of herself in the mirror. The man had left bruises. His handprints were seared into the skin of her arm in the form of yellowish outlines. She almost started to cry again. The idea that those handprints would remain there for days after he touched her made her feel sick to the stomach. She didn’t know if she could stand to even look at food right now. Luckily, her blouse sleeves covered up the bruises and she wouldn’t have to look at them – at least for now. She felt too tired to bother putting her hair up again and decided to let the curls have their way and fall around her shoulders and face. She finally opened the door and poked her head out, only fully emerging when her eyes landed on Jack who was leaning against the opposite was with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. His head snapped up at the sound of the door opening and he gave Dorothea a smile.

     “Come on, I’m sure Elmer and Margarette are waiting for you.” He said. He held his hand out for her to take but she declined by hugging herself tightly. She did not want to be touched right now. She felt disgusting. If Jack was offended by her rejection, Dorothea noted that he didn’t show it and instead put his hand in his pocket and smiled once again. Dorothea appreciated that more than he would ever know. She kept her arms wrapped around herself even as they walked silently down the hallway toward the kitchen. Everyone had left at this point so the only sound heard was their footsteps against the stone floor.

     Elmer and Margarette ceased their conversation at the sound of footsteps coming toward the kitchen. Margarette quickly removed her apron and rushed to meet Dorothea at the door before ushering her toward the table in the middle of the room.

     “Sit, miei cari, sit.”

     “Margarette, I-I’m fine, really I am. You needn’t fuss over me,” Dorothea’s voice was soft as if she had lost it.

     “I won’t hear any of that! You sit down and let me take care of you.” Margarette’s voice broke a little at the end of her sentence. She knew what Dorothea was feeling. She had never wanted Dorothea to feel that way.

     Elmer turned to Jack who had stayed in the doorway and gestured for him to come closer. When Jack was close enough, Elmer laid a heavy hand on his shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze.

     “You did good, boy. You did good. Now, let’s see that hand.”

     “Oh, no, sir I don’t need-“

     “That was a mean hook you laid on him and I know a thing or two about splittin’ knuckles. Let’s see ‘em.” Elmer left no room for argument. Jack raised his right hand so that Elmer could see. His knuckles were red and swollen – they’d be bruised tomorrow – and there was dried blood on the webbing of his fingers. “Not too bad. Go wash your hands and I’ll show you how to bandage them up nice and tight.”

     After the two adults had sufficiently fixed up Jack and Dorothea, they sent them off. Margarette, Elmer, and Jack insisted that Jack walk Dorothea back to the lodging house despite her protests that it wasn’t necessary.

     “Miei cari, He could be waiting for you to leave.”

And that was all it took for Dorothea to agree. The pair walked for a long time in silence. As they walked, Dorothea kept her arms firmly wrapped around herself. She stared down at the ground and chewed on the inside of her cheek. Jack split his time between looking at Dorothea and looking around to make sure that guy wasn’t lurking around anywhere. He was worried about Dorothea and even more about having to leave her alone.

     “Will you be alright once you get home?” He asked.

     “Yes.”

     “What about tomorrow morning? Don’t you work?”

     “Yes. I’m sure it will be fine.” Dorothea looked up at Jack and smiled. She was flattered that Jack was worrying this much about her. She had been thinking about how quickly he had come into the dressing room to help her. Dorothea had never been so grateful for anyone in her whole life. She furrowed her eyebrows,

     “How did you know I needed help?”

     “I heard you scream from down the hall. I was coming with Elmer to tell you how great you were tonight but I never got the chance.”

Dorothea hummed in understanding as she returned her gaze to the ground.

     “You did great tonight, by the way.” He said with a grin. Dorothea couldn’t help the watery laugh that escaped her lips. She didn’t even realize she had started to cry again.

     “Thank you, Jack.” She said just as they neared the steps of the house. They stopped on the landing and turned to face each other.

     “Of course! I mean why didn’t you ever tell me you could sing like that-“

     “I meant for saving me, you daft boy!” She rolled her eyes and smiled lightly.

     “Oh, yeah, that,” Jack scratched the back of his neck with his bandaged hand and tried to suppress the warmth climbing his neck. “I just did what anyone would have done.”

     “But anybody didn’t. You did.” Dorothea said in a very serious tone. “For that, I owe you more than you could possibly imagine. You were my hero tonight.” Dorothea smiled, this time a real one as if she had no control.

     Jack couldn’t stop his face from flushing so he quickly looked away. “You don’t owe me anything, Dory.” He said, finally looking back down at her. She nodded, though they both knew she didn’t believe him, before turning to head inside. “But if you wanted to keep calling me that,” She paused to look back at him and he swallowed, “I, um, I wouldn’t complain.” He shrugged his shoulders, trying to be casual as he pointedly looked everywhere but at Dorothea.

     Dorothea hummed again. Just before she closed the door she said, “My hero.”

     As the door clicked shut and Jack let out a puff of air, he knew he looked like an idiot standing on her doorstep with the widest grin known to man, and he couldn’t care less.