#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."

[chrissdollie]

hanging out with rose and jack! (jack dawson x fem reader)

"It has always been my passion to go to America!" Fabrizio cheered in third class. You smiled brightly. Fab was one of your closest friends as well as Tommy, who you were sitting with. Jack was also present, your boyfriend of around 2 years. He wrapped his arm around you and you rested your head into his chest. "I'm thankful we made it here in time before the ship left!" You began to explain to Tommy how Jack won three tickets for Titanic in a game of poker and you only had five minutes to get to the ship. But as you were talking, Fabri and Tommy's eyes left yours. The attention was taken off you to another person walking downstairs. "Guys?" Jack's eyebrows furrowed. He turned around to see Rose standing above him, wearing an awkward smile on her face. You turned around, to see Rose and everyone else staring at her. Some sharing whispers. You were quite fond of Rose for the most part. But you could tell she had developed a little crush on Jack. Which you didn't mind at all! "Rose!" You stood up to greet her. "It's lovely to see you again, y/n!" She beamed politely. Jack rose up next to you. "Hey there, partner." He teased. Rose sucked in a breath. Was she nervous? "Hello, Jack." She cleared her throat. "May I speak to you?" She lowered her tone slightly so only the two of you could hear. "Sure, go ahead." Jack put his hands in the pockets of his worn out pants. You felt a little awkward standing there. The room was almost dead silent. "Erm.. I meant in private." She corrected. Heads were then turned to you, including Jack's. You smiled. "Sure, go ahead! I'll find you guys later." You leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Alright. See you later sweetheart." He kissed your head and quickly waved goodbye to Tommy and Fab. As he walked out with Rose, you waved and yelled "ROSE!" Her head snapped to you, concerned. Jack was frightened too. "Yes?" She asked, worriedly. "I like your dress." You giggled. Scaring Rose was always fun. But you weren't lying. Her satin green dress was gorgeoussss. She chuckled and rolled her eyes, walking out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jack and Rose were walking around the deck talking about the weather, about how Jack met you, and his childhood. Up until when Rose got all upset about something silly and snatched his sketchbook. He almost giggled laughed at her childish behavior. But he didn't really mind. She sat down on a lounge chair to skim through the book of topless girls Jack had drawn. Still frustrated, Rose tried to find an insult about the drawings. But couldn't. "These..." She turned the page as Jack sat down across from her on another chair. "These are quite good. Actually very good. You should sell these." She complimented. "Yeah, well, they didn't think too much of 'em in old Paris." She nodded. After turning another page or two, she began to find beautiful art of you. "But I mostly do it for my own enjoyment now." He told her, sheepishly smiling just at the thought of you. She continued turning the pages just to find that the rest of the book was all you. You were stunning, she had absolutely no problem admitting it. Nonetheless, she loved this art style and wanted it for herself. She was tired of being drawn like a porcelain doll. But she'd bring that up later. Suddenly, your cheery voice was heard calling their names. The two turned, squinting their eyes because of the sunlight and seeing you running towards them. "Hi! There... there were ehm.." You panted, trying to catch your breath. Jack grinned, helping you sit down and rubbed your back soothingly. But not for long as you turned to him and Rose, stopping his motions. "There were free biscuits downstairs. Some kind lady was handing them out. So I took one of course." You paused, making a gross face at the thought. "But it's utterly disgusting! It must've been the worst thing I've ever eaten. It was hard and tasted like metal!" You stuck your tongue out, still tasting it. Tommy on the other hand, loved the biscuits. So, you and many others gave him yours, much to his delight.

Jack put his feet up either side of yours which were hanging off the side of the chair. He held onto your back and rested his chin on your shoulder lovingly. "Oh! My drawings." You cheesed, looking at the book in Rose's hands. "Hm?" The redhead hummed, looking down. "Oh, yes, I was just returning them." She threw the book onto the chair you and Jack were sat on, hitting his back slightly to which he dramatically cried out, gaining others' attention. He fell flat on his back against the chair with a hand over his forehead and his eyes shut tightly. Rose was not amused, you could tell. But you were, of course. "Oh, I'm wounded! She's killed me!" He grabbed your arm and yanked you down, resulting in a small shriek. You began giggling (his favorite sound). "Only true love's kiss can save me now." He puckered his lips excessively, leaning in. You put a your finger in front of his mouth, blocking him. You steered your head to Rose. "Want to go for a stroll?" You offered gleefully. Jack rolled his eyes. He just wanted a kiss :( but most of the time you don't kiss him in front of other people because then it turns into a make out and it's rude blah blah blah.. Rose nodded standing up and ready to go. "I just want your loveeeee is that so terrible?" He clinged onto you, teasing. You grinned. You would have gave in if Rose wasn't there. It would've been rude and impolite! So you made a mental note to shower him with love later. Then the two of you stood up and walked around the ship with Rose. She began ranting about how she hates her life. "My dream has always been to just run away and become an artist! Poor, but free!" She laughed. Jack scoffed cheekily. "Listen, princess. You wouldn't last two days without any hot water and hardly any caviar." He joked. You let out a breathy chuckle at his humor. However, Rose was insulted. "I happen to hate caviar." She told him. "And I hate people telling me what dreams I should and shouldn't have!" "Good for you, Rose!" You smiled. She nodded her head quickly, a little embarrassed. "You're right, I'm sorry." Jack apologized. He forgot that he'd just met Rose and didn't understand a lot about her yet. For example, he's known you for three wonderful years. And he's learned a lot about your body language, things you're sensitive to, etc. "Well.. alright." She accepted. "Everybody expects me to be this delicate little flower which I'm not! I'm sturdy, I'm as strong as a horse! I'm here to do something. Not just sit around and be decorative. You see this hands?" She held her hands out. "These hands were made for work. Real work." She rambled angrily. The three of you were stopped when a man came up to Rose holding a tray with a teapot and cups. "Care for something, miss? We have tea and billiard." He offered. She scoffed, annoyed. "NO!" She dramatically replied. Jack laughed loudly, causing you to smile a little bit too. You actually felt a little bad for the guy. You three continued walking. "There's something in me. I don't know what exactly it is, but I can feel it. Whether I should be an artist or a sculptor or a.. a dancer! Vague and spirit." "Or a moving picture artist!" She giggled and ran ahead of you two. She leaned against a broad white pillar as a man used a film to photograph her. You and Jack stood behind him, watching her. "I'm glad she's having a good time with us." You mentioned to Jack. The night where Jack came running back into your room late at night to tell you about a young girl who tried to jump off the ship shocked you. But what was even more interesting is that Jack saved her life and got you two invited to dinner. "I'm proud of you." You looked into his beautiful eyes. He smiled ear to ear and kissed you. a/n: WAS IT GOOD WAS IT BAD LMKKK i'm actually kind of proud of this 👀 ik it’s short, it’s only 1.2k words but it was still fun to write! (BTW i have requests open)

[lovefks]

TRIGGER WARNING: SENSITIVE TOPIC!!!!

‼️FKCING STOP R*PE(FANFICS)‼️

I just saw a FF for ghost and Price where they are r*pist???? Guys stop publishing shit like that… This is really nothing to romanticize and it’s even worse to thing it’s okay or to publish shit like that and make people think that r*pe is good or hot…. People who experienced disgusting shit like that are traumatized for their life, now imagine what these innocent people must feel when they see that there are people who write fucking fanfics about that shit!‼️STOP R*PE‼️

[writing-fanics]

[Imagine: Jack making you smile in which seemed like forever]

You looked through Jack’s sketchbook, examining his amazing artistry. Some of French Girls nude, and some of hands. One of a father and his daughter.

“Your artistry is quite amazing,” You complimented, earning you a smile on his face. You turned to the next page, and saw you.

It was a drawing of you, “Now, this one’s my favorite.” He says, smiling as he looked at you. Causing you too look at him, wondering why he’d draw someone like you.

All he did was point out every single thing about you on the picture he loved. Not missing a single point. Slowly, causing your heart to swell and a small faint smile forming on your lips.

“There’s that beautiful smile.” He said, earning an even bigger smile and you looking away shyly from him.

[a/n: wanted to get something out before tomorrow since I gotta write my essay]

[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.”

——

Titanic masterlist

[gulnarsultan]

yandere jack dawson

Jack is a clingy lover. It will cling to you and refuse to let go. This limits your time to spend with others. He's the self-righteous type. He only sees himself as worthy of you. This causes them to brag against their opponents. He is overprotective of you. He is very afraid that something will happen to you or that someone will hurt you. His selfishness can get on your nerves sometimes. He develops anxieties and paranoia for no apparent reason. He manages to make you laugh with his very demeanor. He justifies his yandere tendencies towards you because of his obsessive nature. He never hesitates to take risks for you. His energetic side makes you close to him.

[gayandfairycore]

Finished fics ੈ✩‧₊˚

Authors favourite: 🌷

Smut: 🍓

Fluff: 🌞

Angst: 🌛

Fem reader: ✨

Male reader: 🪽

Fandoms I no longer write for: 🍂

Warning: please check my request terms before requesting as I no longer write for some fandoms, and I no longer write male reader fics, any previous requests you have sent may be slow to release!

Masterlist

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

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 🌞🌛🪽

ೃ⁀➷ fics/fandoms I don’t write for anymore ⁀➷

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 🌛✨

[anaiscrazy]

80s/90s themed x reader?

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

[thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles]

Jack comforting the reader after a long day of shitty people <3

i hate shitty people and so does Jack

So, if you're laying on the couch swaddled in a blanket totally zoned out

And Jack comes in after work to see the back of your head

Chin resting on your knees

And he drops everything

"Dove, talk to me. What happened?"

You wouldn't say anything and burrow into him and he'd pull you into his lap and rub your back

You'd sit with him like that for god knows how long

And when you finally look up, your cheeks are tear stained and his shirt's a little wet

And he cups your cheeks and wipes them dry with his thumbs

Your lip is still quivering and your hair is messy

"You're so pretty, dove. Even when you're crying."

You give him an upset, I-just-finished-crying giggle and he kisses your forehead

"Are you ready to talk about it?"

"I hate people, Jackie."

He untucks the blanket from around your shoulders and takes it off off you and you're already protesting

"That's my shield, Jack, give it back!"

"You hate all people, dove?"

"Yes!"

"Then I'm not giving you your blanket back!"

It takes you a second to realize--

"Oh, no, I don't hate you, Jack."

He just hums. Like the cheeky little shit he is.

So you pull him down and pepper kisses all over his face until you're both laughing

And he gives you the blanket back, tucking it 'round your shoulders like the good boyfriend he is

And he'll hug you tight and sing in your ear

"Come Josephine in my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes"

His lips are barely brushing the shell of your ear and before long you're giggling again and singing the words along with him

Your hands are in his hair, pushing it back and playing with it and he's just admiring you while you laugh

He'll eventually lay you down on the couch

"I'm gonna make you some dinner, darling. Anything in particular you want?"

You shake your head, smooshing your face into the pillows

"Anything you wanna make is fine."

"Okay, dove."

And he leans down and kisses your forehead and pushes your hair back

"I love you," Jack whispers

"I love you, too."

"So you don't hate me?"

"Jack!"

[mcavoy-girl]

We need more fanfiction of the following characters/celebs:

Dean Winchester x reader from Supernatural

Charles Xavier x reader from X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr x reader from X-Men

Robbie Turner x reader from Atonement

Beau Arlen x reader from Big Sky

Soldier boy x reader from The Boys

Wolverine x reader from X-Men

James McAvoy x reader

Hugh Jackman x (daughter) reader

Michael Fassbender x reader

Tony Stark x reader, preferably daughter!reader from Marvel-movies

Clint Barton x reader from Marvel-movies

Avengers x reader, any Avenger at all really.

Gellert Grindelwald (Johnny Depp) x reader from Fantastic Beasts

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law) x reader from Fantastic Beasts

Jack Dawson x reader, Titanic

Legolas x reader from Hobbit-movies and Lord of the Rings-movies

Aragorn x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies

Eomer x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies

Faramir x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies

Castiel x reader from Supernatural

LOTR/Hobbit characters x reader

Charlie Hudson x reader from Hudson & Rex

Lord Asriel x reader from His Dark Materials

Nick Ryan x reader from McLeod's daughters

Richard O'Connell x reader from The Mummy movies

Wade Wilson/Deadpool x reader from Deadpool-movies

Richard Castle x reader from Castle

Drover (Hugh Jackman) x reader from Australia

Ronan Keating x reader

Christian x reader from Moulin Rouge

Aidan Turner x reader and his characters x reader

James Bond (Daniel Craig) x reader

Bucky Barnes x reader

Steve Rogers x reader

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader from Star Wars prequels and Obi-Wan Kenobi-series

Ewan McGregor x reader

Anakin Skywalker x reader from Star Wars prequels

Hayden Christensen x reader

Owen Grady x reader from Jurassic World

Bucky Barnes x reader from Marvel-movies

Sirius Black x reader from Harry Potter- movies

Cedric Diggory x reader from Harry Potter- movies

Draco Malfoy x reader from Harry Potter-movies

Indiana Jones x reader from Indiana Jones- movies

Cillian Murphy x reader

Tommy Shelby x reader from Peaky Blinders

Harry Goodman x daughter reader from Pokemon Detective Pikachu

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x (daughter) reader from Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x (daughter) reader from Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader from Top Gun: Maverick

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader from Top Gun: Maverick

Robin Hood/Robin of Loxley (Taron Egerton) x reader from Robin Hood

Rafe McCawley x reader from Pearl Harbor

Daniel "Danny" Walker x reader from Pearl Harbor

Eggsy Unwin x reader from the Kingsman-movies

Colter Shaw x reader from Tracker

I'll add here more as I remember more characters/celebs. I prefer character x female reader. The ones in bold need more fanfiction.

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

I’ll Follow Your Lead - Christmas Party

~Also on my Ao3 and Wattpad~

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 6

~Sorry it took me so long, I got busy with the end of the semester! Also I’m sorry if I messed up the Italian, I am not fluent so I used a translator which means it may be wrong~

Christmas Eve had fallen upon New York City bringing singing, cheer, and…crowds. Dorothea huffed a strand of hair away from her face as she sloppily wrote down a man’s order. Her hand was cramping from writing so much and her hair was a few good shakes away from coming undone. The café had never been busier. Dorothea was at her wit’s end running back and forth from the kitchen to the counter, to the tables, and back again. She was supposed to have help, but the other waitress never showed up.

    “Excuse me! I haven’t had my order taken yet!” A woman called from the other side of the dining room. Dorothea barely hid her grimace as she excused herself from the man she was helping. The woman rattled off a complicated order as soon as Dorothea was in good earshot. “And don’t forget to add the cinnamon on top,” the woman wagged her finger in Dorothea’s face and she fought every urge to bite it. Turning to prepare the multitude of orders she had sloppily written on her notepad, she paused. Jack was there. She had no idea how long he had been there, but there he was. However, what stopped her was not his presence but the fact that he had grabbed a notepad and a pencil and was taking people’s orders. As if feeling her stare at him, Jack looked up and smiled at her. Dorothea flashed a relieved smile before hurrying to the counter to start making orders. As she was making the orders she had taken, Jack came up to the counter and ripped the top piece of paper off of his notepad.

    “All right, I’ve got a few of the orders but some more people just came in so I’ll go grab their orders. You stay here and just make the food,” Jack said. He winked at Dorothea before turning around and heading for the new customers.

They worked in tandem – Dorothea making the orders and Jack serving the guests – until the café closed. Dorothea had closed earlier than normal for the holiday but to her, it wasn’t nearly early enough. Dorothea talked to the last customer as she showed them out the door. It was a young woman a little older than her who was new to the city. Dorothea was sharing some directions to the nearest, and most affordable hotel. Jack stood behind the counter, wiping down the equipment and putting dishes away. He watched as Dorothea kindly ushered the woman out and as the door finally closed her shoulders slumped down and she sighed loudly.

“Thank the stars that that’s over!” The girl said as she made her way back to the counter. She sat down on one of the stools and Jack walked around to join her.

“That was one hell of a crowd. You’d think people would be at home on Christmas Eve,” Jack said.

“Well, you would be wrong. If the place is open, people will come no matter what.” Dorothea reached up and tugged on the dark red ribbon keeping her dark curls out of her face, letting them fall down her back. Jack watched her closely and studied how she ran her hands clumsily through her tangled hair to try to tame it. He never knew her hair was that long – the full length of her back. He had always seen it messily pulled up with her ribbon.  

“Your hair-“

“Is a mess”

“Is beautiful, is what I was gonna say.”

Dorothea turned to face Jack with a surprised look on her face. Her hair had been up all day and was no doubt dented in the middle section from being held up by the ribbon and was definitely frizzy. She couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sure. Anyway, I’m certain you didn’t come here just to help me with the holiday crowd. At least not for free!” The girl got up from her spot and walked into the kitchen. After a moment she returned with a cinnamon bun and slid it in front of Jack. “Here ya go! And it’s on the house tonight.” She had said tonight but she had every intention of never letting him pay her for food ever again.

“Really?”

“Really. You earned it. I saw you dodge those particularly handsy old women earlier,” Dorothea feigned a serious face but only for a moment before bursting into laughter at Jack’s reddening face. He shook his head and sighed.

“The stuff of nightmares I tell you. I’ll be traumatized for life.”

“Oh, I am quite sure. That blonde one looked about ready to pounce!” Dorothea laughed again and this time Jack joined her. He picked up the sticky pastry in front of him and took a bite. He paused.

“This is delicious. More delicious than your other ones!” Jack spoke with his mouth full and Dorothea shook her head in disapproval but smiled at him anyway.

“It’s from my personal batch. But don’t go asking for seconds now because they’ll be plenty more at the Christmas party.”

    “Christmas party?”

    “Yes, and you’ll be coming with me,” Dorothea left no room for argument as she walked back into the kitchen. When she returns she’s carrying two large containers presumably holding the rest of the cinnamon buns.

    “Where is this party?” Jack was confused. Dorothea never mentioned a party in the weeks prior and he wasn’t sure he was prepared to go to some fancy event.

    “It’s at my friends’ restaurant downtown. Don’t worry though it’s very casual and there won’t be that many people there. It’s just some fun and free food so I thought maybe you’d enjoy it,” Dorothea explained as she tapped her finger on the lid of the top box. Her eyes didn’t meet his as she talked. She was worried that he didn’t want to go and she had already told Margarette that she would bring him – something she now regretted. Jack nodded and took another bite of his pastry.

    “Why didn’t you tell me before?” He didn’t sound angry, just curious.

    “Well, I wasn’t sure if you would want to come but I had already told them I’d bring you so…” Dorothea trailed off as she gently set the boxes on the counter beside her. Jack laughed and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

    “So you’re trapping me?”

    Dorothea scoffed, “Of course not!” she paused and handed him a napkin to wipe his hands and mouth on, “Well, I guess so. But it doesn’t matter now because you are going,” Dorothea nodded her head with finality and Jack narrowed his eyes at her. He knew he was going to go with her. She knew he was going to go with her. It was hardly a question as to whether he would do almost anything she asked but he wanted to have some fun anyway.

    “What if I had plans?”

    “Well, do you?”

    Silence followed for a moment as the two stared into each other’s eyes.

    “Give me one good reason why I should go,” Jack crossed his arms and leaned forward on the counter with a smirk.

    “Because I would be sad if you did not,” Dorothea said without hesitation. It was true. Not only would she have to tell her friends that he didn’t want to go but she would not be able to properly enjoy her evening knowing Jack wasn’t there.

    Jack laughed a little at her answer but when he noticed that Dorothea’s serious expression didn’t change, he stopped. Her brown eyes stared at him as she patiently waited for his final answer and Jack’s blue ones stared right back. “All right, when do we leave?”

      Dorothea watched as Angeline and Jack walked in front of her. The young girl had been asking Jack a million questions since Dorothea had brought him by the lodging house to get her for the party. Jack told Angeline stories about him that Dorothea had, of course, already heard and the young girl was hanging on his every word – absolutely smitten with the boy. Jack glanced over his shoulder at Dorothea and smiled as he continued his story. Dorothea smiled and looked away, pretending to be occupied by the pastry boxes in her hands. She felt her cheeks warm and cursed herself for not being about to control her blush.

    “Dory!” Angeline paused to allow Dorothea to catch up before linking arms with her. “Did you know that Jack is a really good artist?” Angeline wiggled her eyebrows at Dorothea and giggled. Dorothea looked at her in disapproval of her antics.

    “Did he tell you that himself?” Dorothea scoffed. Jack rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. “How humble of him to say about himself.”

    “Have you ever seen any of his drawings?”

    “No, because he is very rude to me and tells me I’m not allowed,” Dorothea said with the dramatics of a child. Jack’s mouth dropped open in shock as Dorothea pretended to wipe tears from her eyes.

    “That is not true! I was not rude!”

    “You absolutely were!” Dorothea argued back and stuck her tongue out at him. Jack gently pushed her shoulder and Dorothea gasped. “See? And now he’s putting his hands on me, the brute!”

    Angeline’s giggles bubbled from her lips as the two teens continued back and forth. The young redhead stood between them and linked arms with Jack as well. She liked Jack and most of all she liked how happy Dorothea was with Jack. In the two years Angeline had known the older girl she had not seen her tease and taunt anyone but her. Dorothea had been so serious before hardly any nonsense – all work. Now, Dorothea went out with Jack quite often and always came back to the house in a good mood. It made Angeline happy.

    Soon they arrived at the restaurant. The front entrance was closed but the inside was lit up and the smell of food wafted from a few of the open windows.

    “Follow me!” Dorothea said as she led the two down the alley and to the back entrance. The door to the kitchen was already open and Margarette could be seen hanging fresh pasta. The woman stops and quickly places everything down before greeting the trio at the door.

    “Ciao, miei cari!” She says as she holds her arms out to give hugs. She hugs Angeline tightly and then tells her to take Dorothea’s boxes and sit them on the counter. As Angeline walks away with the boxes, Margarette envelopes Dorothea in a tight embrace.

    “Merry Christmas, Margarette,” Dorothea greets before gently separating herself from the woman.

    “And this must be Jack!” Margarette smiled brightly and her eyes crinkled at the corners. Jack returned her smile and held his hand out to shake hers. The older woman laughs a bit and pulls Jack into a hug just like she gave the other two. “Dorothea, dear, you never said he was handsome!”

    “Margarette!” Dorothea hissed as she quickly walked past them. Jack stepped away and laughed.

    “What? He is and un uomo come lui non capita tutti i giorni, cara,” Margarette walked back to her pasta preparation and Dorothea’s face flushed. Jack watched her hastily set her cinnamon buns out on some trays she had found. He walked over to help and to ask what Margarette had said but before he could get the words out, Elmer entered the kitchen.

    “Dorothea, Angeline, my darlings!” Angeline rushed to greet the man with a hug and Dorothea smiled at him from her spot next to Jack.

    “Hello, Elmer! This is-“

    “Jack, of course! I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, dear boy,” Elmer walked over and extended a calloused hand for Jack to shake. Jack smiled and firmly shook the older man’s hand.

    “It’s nice to meet you, both of you,” Jack said looking to Elmer and then looking to Margarette.

    “Of course! We’ve heard a lot about you!”

    For what seemed like the thousandth time, Dorothea blushed and refused to meet Jack’s smug gaze.

    “Oh yeah? All good things, I hope,”

    “Oh, only the best.”

      The rest of the night was filled with a few other friends dropping by and raising glasses of sweet wine to toast the holiday. The band had come in and played some songs while the men, including Jack, played a few friendly games of poker.

    “Dorothea, he’s a doll!” Rita, one of the musician’s wives said. “How long have you known him?”

    “Only a couple of months, we are just friends,” Dorothea said. She looked over at Jack to find him with a half-smoked cigarette hanging from his lips and his blue eyes concentrated on his cards. The soft light of the restaurant offered him a golden glow that had Dorothea in a trance. Rita watched the girl stare then shared a look with Margarette, who had also seen Dorothea’s not-so-subtle glances.

    “Well don’t be so sure, sweets. I think there might be something else going on there,” Rita said.

    “What do you mean?” Dorothea finally broke her stare to look at the dark-haired woman beside her.

    Rita shrugged her shoulders, “I only mean to say that he seems to make you happy. Nothing more,” she said as she sipped her wine. Dorothea took a sip from her own cup and looked back at Jack who was already looking at her. They both looked away and Dorothea smiled.

    “He does. Make me happy, I mean. He’s been a good friend.”

    Jack quickly looked back at the cards in his hand when Dorothea’s eyes met his. He hadn’t been looking for that long but he had still felt caught.

    “So, Jack,” Elmer took a long drag from the cigar he held between his chubby fingers, “Where are you from? You don’t sound like you’re from around here.”

    “I’m from Chippewa Falls, in Wisconsin. I came here after my parents died,” Jack said as he played his turn.

    “Well, I’m sorry to hear about your folks. Since you’ve been so good to our Dorothea you just let us know if we can do anything for you, dear boy. A meal, a nice room, a job, you name it,” Elmer said as he gestured with his cigar. Jack raised his eyebrows in interest. He could use a steady job that wasn’t just selling his drawings. And, he thought, if he worked here he could see Dorothea more since she obviously comes here often.

    “What kind of job?”

      The party had begun to settle down and Dorothea was sitting on the floor by the large fireplace at the back of the dining room. The adults had been conversing lowly and saying their Irish goodbyes for the past 30 minutes and she didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye to Elmer and Margarette. Angeline had joined Dorothea a little while ago, complaining that she was ready for bed. Shortly after the young redhead had sat down, she had fallen asleep on Dorothea’s lap. The older girl gazed fondly at Angeline and gently stroked her hair out of her face.

    “Hey.”

    Dorothea looked up to find Jack taking a seat on the floor beside her. He had his sketchbook and tools in his hand and a cigarette hanging from his lips. He must have gotten another one Dorothea thought.

    “Hello. Did you enjoy the party?” Dorothea’s voice was just above a whisper so as to not wake the sleeping girl in her lap. Jack nodded and took a drag from his cigarette.

    “It was great! I had a lot of fun. It was nice to play poker for fun instead of for a living, ya know,”

    Dorothea laughed and Jack smiled brightly.

    “Yes, I’m sure it is. I am glad you had a good time. Everyone seems to like you, though I’m not surprised.”

    “Why is that?”

    Dorothea sighed and stared ahead into the fire, watching the flames dance across the logs. “There’s just something about you, Jack,” She paused and looked at him – brown eyes meeting blue ones, “You make it easy to like you,”

Dorothea was stuck. She had been staring for too long, she knew that, but she couldn’t look away from his sincere gaze. He couldn’t look away either. Something in the way the flames reflected in her eyes and made them turn a honeyed brown and the way the warmth had cast a rosy hue to her cheeks made it imperative for him to watch and study her. He knew this image of her would stay in his brain forever and that he would definitely capture it on paper later. In another room, they could both hear a clock chime twelve. It was Christmas Day.

“Merry Christmas, Jack.”

“Merry Christmas, Dorothea,”

    Both teens finally looked away from each other. Jack took a final drag from his cigarette, and Dorothea went back to softly playing with Angeline’s hair while watching the fire. Neither of them in a hurry to get up and both of them unaware of the small green sprig with red berries hanging above them.

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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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TITANIC AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FOR TITANIC

Jack Dawson

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( Jack Dawson x Reader Fic Ideas )

[key 🌧 angst]

unlikely trio : [Jack x F!Reader] x Platonic!Rose

[summary: After saving Rose from falling off the ship. Jack, Rose, and Y/n grow an unlikely bond.

where you go I go : Jack x F!Reader 🌧

[summary: she stared up at Jack as the lifeboat was slowly being lowered into the water. either she stayed on the boat or…]

Imagine: Being Pregnant with Jack’s Child While on the Titanic

Requests for Jack are now open

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Maybe It Was Fate

Summary: During the 'hughesbowl' as fans may call it, you are caught in a trance that is Quinn Hughes... unaware that he is your coworkers' oldest brother.

Quinn Hughes x photographer!reader

A/N: I was debating whether to make this nico or quinn as the love interest and Quinn won in the end(nico does have a cameo however)- This was also supposed to be posted the day of the hughesbowl, but stuff came up so here it is now!!

AND I'M CHANGING THE SCORE IN THIS BECAUSE WHATEVER HAPPENED ON OCTOBER 30TH, 2024 DID NOT HAPPEN WHATSOEVER

It's a shock to you that you work with professional athletes, considering you hated sports as a kid. Even now, you still don't know what's going on in hockey. With the players too fast around you, it's hard to keep your eye on one player.

It was the 3rd period, the score being 5-3, the Canucks slowly but surely catching up.

You held your camera in hand, watching the big screen to keep focus... that was until someone catched your eye. You couldn't see his last name, only his face and man was he pretty.

He had green eyes flickered like sunlight within the leaves as he looked up. You could run your hand through his brown locks for days if given the chance.

You shook your head, he was most likely a player on and off the ice. You knew that without a doubt, knowing all about Jack's relationship with women(due to being best friends) but you couldn't help but wonder, would it be different with him?

The fans becoming louder as the game came to a close, the devils capturing the win. You snapped your camera a couple of times towards the devils and secretly took more of the mystery man.

You turned your camera off and it held loosely around your neck as you waited outside the locker room, waiting for Jack to take you home.

You had your back towards the door as you flickered through the photos that you took, your cheeks heating up when you saw the man again. He has a 43 just like Luke but you didn't think anything of it, players share the same numbers all the time. It was just a mere coincidence, right?

"You got all my good sides right?" Jack asked, you quickly turned the camera off.

"Jesus Jack, warn me next time gosh." You hit him on the shoulder.

He only shrugged in response. "Can't really text in the locker room."

You rolled your eyes. "You're actually an idiot."

"Only act like it to make you look smart." He muttered under his breath.

"And what are you two arguing about now?" Luke approached the two of you.

"They called me an idiot!" Jack exclaimed.

"They must have been reasonable to do so." Nico chuckled as he walked past you three. "Don't kill eachother please!"

"Make no promises cap!" You snapped a photo as he looked back at you with a smile.

"Oh Y/N! We want you to meet someone." Luke began to drag your arm in the other direction.

"And before you groan out a half assed reply, I think you'll really like him." Jack added.

You were now beginning to regret telling Jack that you wished you could put yourself out there again considering you haven't been on a date in two months due to your conflicting schedule.

"Do you two know him or-" You looked between the two of them.

"Oh yeah we do." Jack answered. "Very well."

"What does that even mean?" You narrowed your eyes at him, Jack chuckles in reply.

"Trust me, you'll like him." Luke eased your worries.

You finally stopped and Luke dropped your hand as you realized.

"He plays for the canucks? They just lost tonight. I'm sure the last thing he would want to do is go on a date with someone that works for the devils." You explained.

"Well he likes us and we play for the devils sooooooooo you'll brighten up his mood. Ha get it cause you're a photographer and the camera flashes." Jack stopped explaining the joke when he was met with your stern face.

Luke cleared his throat. "There he is now."

You snapped your eyes to the door and realized that was the man that took your breath away moments before just as he is doing now.

"Y/N this is Quinn, our brother. Quinn this is Y/N, the person we've been telling you about." Jack introduced the two of you.

"Brother? He's your brother?!? You guys never told me you had a brother!" You made a mental note to swear at Jack later, with no audience.

"Oops?" Luke giggled. "See Quinn, look they're a photographer. Show them some photos you took tonight." He encouraged.

You quickly shook your head. "No I couldn't possibly do that, I-I mean I still have to edit them and wait..." You looked down to your neck strap and saw that your camera was gone and in Jack's hands.

All three hughes brothers looking at the photos.

"Wait no!" You exclaimed but it was already too late you assumed, Jack was looking at you with a knowing look while Luke and Quinn were shocked.

"How come he gets all his good angles and I don't even one photo?" Luke asked you, in a mocking tone.

"I was distracted," You looked away, embarrassed.

"Yeah because you were too busy looking at our brother." Jack remarked, jokingly.

You rolled your eyes. "I didn't know he was your guys brother."

"I think these look nice, thank you." Quinn finally spoke, looking you in the eyes.

"Oh um you welcome. It's nothing really, it's just kind of my job." You shrugged.

"Then you most definitely picked the right career choice." He smiled softly at you.

Jack and Luke were nowhere to be seen, seemly left the two of you alone for a while.

Your face flushed at his words, he held the camera in his hands handing it out for you.

"You're gonna need this to edit all those photos of me." He joked.

"And I'm gonna need your number to send you all those photos." You held the camera and its neck strap, putting it in your bag.

"Well that was bold, Y/N." He chuckled not nonetheless gave you his phone so you can type out your number, he sent you a quick text.

"It was nice meeting you Quinn, it's getting late. I would head home but Jack seemed to have disappeared." You looked around.

"I can take you home." He offered. "He obviously went to the bar with the team."

You looked up at him and smiled. "I would like that."