#Leonardo dicaprio x reader
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audrey-library · 2 years ago
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Jim Carroll Fic Recommendations
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Headcanons
Dating Jim Carroll would include by @sivyera
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Books
The basketball stories by @/LinnWriter ~ status: ongoing
Just Jim and I  by @/dicapdicaprio1133 ~ status: ongoing
Love is a Drug by @/caitlyndicaprio ~ status: ongoing
rooftop simulation by @/vhsgfs ~ status: ongoing
burnt out by @/deenasxgf ~ status: ongoing
Addiction by @/leoxdicaprioo ~ status: ongoing
fuck it by @/whydontwethrust ~ status: ongoing
The basketball diaries by @/julieeikjaer ~ status: ongoing
Fucked up Jim Carroll style by @/ddoollaanns ~ status: ongoing
Catholic Boy by @/sheepletears ~ status: discountined
Imagines
Theif from Imagines by @/ethrealzzz
Too good for me from Imagines by @/ethrealzzz
Bye from Imagines by @/ethrealzzz
Whore from Imagines by @/ethrealzzz
Entry from Imagines by @/ethrealzzz
Single Father from Imagines by @/ethrealzzz
Cliff from Imagines by @/ethrealzzz
Subway from Imagines by @/ethrealzzz
leonardo dicaprio (jim carroll) from 80′s & 90′s imagines/preferences by @/ICE_BEARR
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thelovelywriteress · 1 month ago
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SOUL OR BODY?
─ Arthur Rimbaud (Leonardo DiCaprio)
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Paul had leaned over the table that night, eyes glazed from too much absinthe, his words slurred, but his curiosity sharp as ever.
“So, Arthur,” Paul asked, a wicked grin playing on his lips, “you ever even seen her body? Your finance, I mean.” He chuckled darkly, half-mocking, half-goading, like he always did when he felt Arthur needed to be pushed.
Arthur, in his drunken haze, smiled back. A sadistic gleam flickered in his eyes, a reflection of the reckless man he had become. He tilted his head as if considering Paul’s question seriously.
“Seen her body, Paul?” Arthur mused, his voice low and taunting. “I’ve seen something more. Her true self—something more profound than the physical or sensual."
Paul stared at him, a bit stunned by the reply, and Arthur laughed—a cold, hollow sound—dismissing the moment with a wave of his hand.
But the memory that followed was no laughing matter.
Arthur had been at his desk, papers strewn around him in a mess of incoherent thoughts, words failing him for the first time in what felt like forever. Arthur had been at his desk, papers strewn around him in a mess of incoherent thoughts, words failing him for the first time in what felt like forever.
You noticed his confused rage while most of time you preferred to ignore his tactics, this time it looked he was affected internally.
You were concerned for him.
“Arthur,” you said, your voice steady but with an undercurrent of concern. “Are you okay?”
He snapped. It wasn’t like the other times when he would simply tease her, this was something deeper, more vicious, a reflection of the frustration burning inside him.
"Why do you care?" he snaps, throwing the quill down onto the desk. His voice is laced with irritation, his anger barely concealed. "You wouldn't understand. You never do."
Your eyes narrow slightly, but you didn't back away. "I’m trying to understand, Arthur. If you would just talk to me—"
"Talk?" He stands abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He paces, running a hand through his hair, as if the physical act might untangle the knot in his chest. "I can’t ‘talk.’ That’s the problem, isn’t it? I can’t say what I’m feeling, I can’t put it into words!" He gestures to the blank page, his voice rising with every word. "I can write about anything—love, lust, rebellion, chaos—but this—" He stops, his hands curling into fists. "This… whatever it is, this thing I feel, it slips away every time I try to grasp it. To understand materialistic or spiritualistic, what matters to me, what should matter to a human."
"Then find it now." You state as Arthur was suprised at your confidence. What makes you think you can help him to put those mysteriously feelings into words.
Before he could respond, you moved toward the bedroom, your footsteps light but deliberate. Without a word, you walked in, leaving the door slightly open as if daring him to follow.
Arthur, still reeling from his outburst, hesitated for a moment, but curiosity—and perhaps something else—compelled him forward. As he entered the room his eyes fall on the trail of clothes going further into room before they finally stop on your body that was still in the process of removing your tight clothing.
Your dress slipping off your shoulders, revealing the undergarments that still clung to you frame. You untied you hair, letting it fall loose around her as you made a eye contact with him. Your expression neutral, detached, as if this were nothing more than another intellectual exercise. You didn’t fully undress; a mere layer of fabric still clung to your body, enough to cover you, but not enough to hide the intimacy of the moment.
Arthur stood frozen in the doorway, caught off guard by your calm audacity. It looked like you were offering yourself—physically, yes—but there was something more, something deeper in your eyes. Something he had never understood before now.
You moved to the chaise longue, laying on it in a fancy position, your eyes never leaving his. “Write, Arthur,” you said softly. “Write whatever you feel right now.”
For once, Arthur didn’t argue. He didn’t mock or tease. He swallowed his nervousness and walked toward his desk, grabbed a pen, and sat down, staring at your figure in front of him.
Despite the suggestive nature of your actions, despite the vulnerability of your pose, all he could see—really see—was the bravery of your soul. The one who didn't even like breathing same air, was the one laying in front of him, giving him all sorts of freedom.
You had stripped yourself of more than clothes in that moment. You had laid bare your pride, your control, and your fear. And yet, there was no shame in your gaze, no fear of his judgment. You were telling him to see you, not as a body, not even as a muse, but as a human being—someone who stood on equal ground with him.
Arthur’s hand moved across the paper, but his mind wasn’t on your body. His thoughts weren’t on lust or desire. Instead, all he could feel was a deep admiration—admiration for the strength it took for you to reveal yourself to him like this, to offer him her vulnerability in a way that transcended the physical.
He wrote furiously, the words pouring out of him for the first time in days, though not in the way he had expected.
When he finally looked up from the paper, you were still watching him, your expression unreadable, but there was something softer in your eyes now.
"I think I am done." He state in a nervous voice as you just lay in more comfortable postion than previous one.
"So what do you choice right now? Soul or body?" You asked as Arthur feels the weight of both choices. Either way things will be different from now.
"Just that?" Paul questioned as he felt Arthur once again left him on cliffhanger. You both sure shared some physical moment after this, didn't you? Like how can a man let a chance like this go but knowing Arthur he knew conclusion was left for his imagination.
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indeediagree · 1 year ago
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thelovelywriteress · 2 months ago
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FAVOURITE TYPE OF DEATH
─ Arthur Rimbaud (Leonardo DiCaprio)
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The room is dark, the only light a faint glow filtering through the curtains. You’re asleep, your body at rest, the silence wrapping around you like a cocoon. But that calm is soon shattered. The door creaks open, a shadow slipping through, moving toward you with slow, deliberate steps.
You feel a touch, light and teasing, fingers brushing against your skin. The sensation pulls you from sleep. Your eyes open in a sudden jolt, your heart skipping a beat as you almost scream. But then you see him. Arthur. His smirk plays on his lips as he hovers over you, enjoying your vulnerability, basking in your moment of weakness.
Your breath catches in your throat as you stare up at him. "Arthur," you manage to whisper, your voice sharp,"Don't you think your sudden presence can give someone a heart attack." While you were serious, Arthur as always find it humourous and states that you are not the type that can die from heart failures.
"Correct. And it's not my preferred type of death anyways." You state in a monotone tone, thinking Arthur once again might give some sadistic repose but shockingly he was interested in what kind of death you preferred.
You didn't hesitate. "Strangled," you reply, your tone flat, almost detached. "That’s how I’d prefer to go." One might think this lead to a deeper conversation though that wasn't case here.
There’s silence between you, thick with tension. And then, without warning, his shoots out, wrapping his hands around your neck. His grip is firm but not yet suffocating. His eyes lock with yours, a cruel glint flashing in them as he leans in closer, his voice a low growl. "Like this, (Y/N)?"
He envisions you panicking—your nails digging into his skin, your face twisting in terror, begging for breath. He imagines your body writhing beneath him, your life slipping away as you fight to stay alive. But as stated, it was all part of his imagination cause reality doesn’t match his fantasy.
Instead of desperation that all he saw was a calm face. Your hands rest still at your sides, not reaching for him, not fighting back. You just stare at him, your eyes unwavering, your breath slowing under his grip. And in your gaze, there’s something that unsettles him—a quiet, chilling acceptance.
You wait, your eyes locked on his, as if challenging him, daring him to go further. There’s no fear in you, no panic. Only a calm, resolute strength. It unnerves him in ways he didn’t expect.
His fingers tighten for a brief moment, just enough to feel your pulse beneath his touch. But it’s not enough to scare you. Instead, it’s him who feels the tension, the pressure of your gaze weighing down on him. He expected fear, he wanted resistance. Instead, you give him nothing but quiet defiance.
His grip loosens. His hand slips from your throat, retreating in frustration. You don’t move, don’t flinch. You just keep staring, your eyes holding that same unreadable expression, as if you see through him, see past his cruel games and into something far deeper, far more fragile.
He stands, watching you for a long moment, his heart pounding in his chest, his control over the situation feels hollow, as though you’ve taken it from him without even trying.
He loosen his grip on your throat as he let out a comment that was supposed to be taunt to you but sounds more like a cover to hide his lack of power in situation.
"Do you really think I will let you die this easily?" A smirk dancing on his charming face.
"I would be a fool to even imagine it."
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thelovelywriteress · 2 months ago
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WASN'T SATISFIED WITH JUST TEASING THAT NIGHT
─ Arthur Rimbaud (Leonardo DiCaprio)
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Paul Verlaine sits back in his chair, a glass of wine in hand, his eyes scanning Arthur, who lounges with that familiar air of mischief and arrogance. The candlelight flickers across the room, casting soft shadows on the walls. Paul raises an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity crossing his face.
"So, Arthur… has anything actually happened between you and that fiancée of yours? I mean, you don't exactly shy away from… intimate moments." His words are suggestive, the memories of their own history still hanging in the air.
Arthur pauses, his gaze narrowing slightly, but he doesn't brush off the question. Instead, he leans forward, a strange, almost unreadable glint in his eyes as he speaks.
"(Y/N)? That girl behaves like she hate breathing same air as me." He scoffs lightly, but there's something beneath his usual mockery, something lingering.
Arthur mocks her somewhat more before narrating a particular memory. Paul watches him intently, sensing that Arthur is about to reveal something deeper than his usual taunts.
"I have this habit of sneaking into her room whenever she stayed with us." He chuckled for one it may look innocent but Paul knew better than to think it's something innocent.
He then glances at Paul, daring him to comment, but Paul remains silent, intrigued.
"I knew, despite that ice queen facade of hers, that she'd still get flustered when I got too close. So I’d trap her�� in her own room, her own bed, she had nowhere to escape." Arthur's voice softens as he recounts the scene, his eyes distant, lost in the memory. Paul leans in slightly, fascinated.
"That night, I did the same. Slipped into her room. Found her half-asleep, but as soon as she saw me—those walls went up. But this time…" His voice lowers "…I wasn’t satisfied with just teasing her like usual." Arthur smirk while narrating the moment. Paul raises an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. Arthur's smirk fades, his expression becoming more serious as the memory deepens.
"She told me my little games didn’t affect her anymore." He mimicks a female voice and then chuckles darkly. "So I asked her… what about this?" His voice suddenly low.
"I leaned in closer. She tried to move back, but she couldn’t. She was trapped. And I…" He pauses, almost savoring the memory "...I kissed her." Paul wasn't suprised afterall Arthur wasn't the one who to shy away from these things but that hidden tenderness in his voice made him rise a brow.
"She didn’t protest. But she didn’t respond, either. She just… stayed there, staring at me, as if waiting for me to back down." He smirks faintly. "But I didn’t. I kissed her, if we can call a lip on another lip that..." He humour as Paul out of instinct let out a chuckle too. "We just… stared into each other’s eyes." Arthur continue once again,"She was just still. Almost like she didn’t know what to do."
There was brief silence. Paul felt like there was more to this story─an important aspect of how Arthur's feeling, which of course he would never shared.
"Did that kiss made you something for her? Something like love?" Paul ask hopefully, maybe this was the point Arthur would understand why he can't let go of Matilda but Arthur break his slightly hope by laughing at question like some tickled child.
"Love? Me? With her?" He shakes his head, his laughter dying down, though the glint in his eyes remains sharp and dangerous. "As if I could ever. No, Paul, it was just another game. And she… well, she was just another piece on the board."
Paul watches him, the tension between them fading back into familiarity, but a lingering question remains unspoken. Arthur, though deflecting with laughter, seems momentarily lost in thought, the memory of (Y/N) still hovering in the back of his mind.
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So Leonardo did not play a historical character in a movie and now I am love with it, reading wikipedia and writting the scenario's about him. . . . Really need to be engaged to a toxic artist; writer to be specific.
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chrissdollie · 1 year ago
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hanging out with rose and jack! (jack dawson x fem reader)
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"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)
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explosiongamora · 1 year ago
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Why does this mf
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look like a love child of these mfs
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courtn3ysang3l · 1 year ago
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Why the Water Tower?
I have had a not healthy obsession with Leonardo DiCaprio lately, especially Jack Dawson and Arnie Grape. So I'm going to write for Arnie. Also sorry I haven't posted in a bit I was grounded so yeah! 
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I push my few strands of my hair as I watch my boyfriend ascend the water tower. He kept turning around and waving. 
"God, will he get down!" 
Ellen stated, obviously ticked off. I slightly smile. 
"He'll come down, I'm just worried if one day, he'll just... well, slip!"
Gilbert snatched the mega phone out of the cops hand and began talking. 
"Match in the gas tank, boom boom."
I could see Arnie mutter a few words to himself before looking back up at the tower. 
"Match in the gas tank boom boom!" 
Gilbert repeated much louder. 
"MATCH IN THE GAS TANK BOOM BOOM!" 
Arnie basically screamed, then he just climbed down the tower. I ran over to the latter. Once he made it all the way down I pulled him into my arms. 
"Hi sunflower!" 
I grabbed his face as he began speaking again and kissed him. He just laughed a bit. 
"Don't do that again Arnie!"
"S-sorry."
Gilbert walks over to his truck and I follow, hopping into the trunk with Arnie. He plopped his head onto my shoulder. 
"Look its the water tower!"
He yelled lifting his head. 
"NO NOT THE WATER TOWER!" 
This was so short but I just had to put something new out so here. I hope you enjoyed it though. 
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pleasantglitterflower · 3 months ago
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My in-laws' daughter (Joe Burrow x OC)
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Many things are difficult to tell your family, making certain decisions is a challenge and you can go from mature to embarrassed very quickly.
Exactly for this reason, Juliana, in her 22 years of life, has always tried to be as careful as possible when it came to revealing something to her parents, whether it was from wanting to cut her hair to her shoulders, making her mother purse her lips, to finding out that she threw away three years of college, because that course was definitely not what she wanted for her future anymore, but rather hair, everything that had hair
But this time it's different, the event she feared the most has arrived, that of introducing her boyfriend to her parents, with a big catch.
-Have you been together for six months?- The woman is surprised, letting her tone of voice overflow in the restaurant, quickly trying to contain herself.
-You didn't have to hide anything from us, you just had to say that you're together, what's the problem anyway?- Her father shrugs.
-Leo, you know it's not like that- Her mother said.
-Let the girl enjoy herself- She said again.
-Yes, of course, I just want to say that we need to make sure that he's a good person, a nice guy who treats her well, there's no problem with that-
-That's exactly why I called you here- She smiled a little embarrassed.
-What do you mean, he's here?- Her mother discreetly looked for any guy lurking around.
-No, I called you to let you know that I want to schedule a dinner with everyone and introduce him- She revealed, earning a big smile from her mother.
-That's incredible, I can't believe it, we need to plan everything and when are you going to introduce him to your father's side?- Gisele already commented, suggesting as if it were going to be a separate event.
-The thing is, I'm just going to schedule one dinner and then we'll all go, that way we'll save time- She explained.
-Oh dear, your father has a lot to do, he has a lot of work and girlfriends and you know, I have a lot of meetings, advertising, trips and the routine with your brothers - She changes the subject, hating the idea of ​​having dinner with him.
-Don't forget Tomtom - She cuts her off with a half smile, knowing that now her mother will be annoyed.
-What Tom? - She looks at her, holding the glass in her hand.
-My ex-stepfather - Juliana and Leo's smiles contrast sharply with Gisele's shock.
-Of course, daughter, no problem, but what's his name? Show me at least a picture - She changes the subject trying to be as attentive as possible.
-But you know him - Ju finished her salad, now getting really nervous, feeling her stomach churn.
-We know him? - Leo looks a little confused, changing his eyes between the two.
- It's Joe Burrow - He revealed.
The two looked at each other in disbelief.
But telling Tomtom would be even stranger.
He took advantage of the best moment to talk to him, when he was playing golf.
-Boyfriend? - He asked intrigued, watching her swing.
-Yeah-
-You're not old enough for that kind of thing - He implied, making her laugh.
-So I'm going to lose my golf buddy on Saturdays? - He lamented, watching the girl sitting on a stool.
-Never- She smiled at him, who smiled back, relieved.
-But show me a picture of him, who are we talking about? - He finally asked, going to the girl in the hope of seeing the picture.
-Do you know him? - He shrugged his shoulders.
- Where do I know him from? - Tom couldn't hide the fact that he found it strange.
- It's Joe Burrow - He gave a half smile to his ex-stepfather, who stamped his foot and ran his hand through his hair.
- That damn guy -
Tom started to remember some things and it was inevitable to ask.
- How did you meet? -
- It was thanks to his barber -
He wouldn't need a single word more than that, and Juliana remembers that day well, when she was spending time at her friend's house, whom she met thanks to her stepfather. Steve didn't have any clients that day, but an emergency came up.
-We need to fix this, the team scheduled a surprise online interview and I had to interrupt my vacation to pretend to be focused on the next season and suddenly, I need to appear on TV and not even my cap can save me anymore- Joe chattered until he got stuck in the doorway, when he saw another person he didn't expect that.
-This is Juliana..- He cut her off.
-It's really hard not to know who she is with this family- He observed her with some curiosity.
-Believe me, if it were up to me it wouldn't be like this- She commented with her discomfort with the subject, she hated all exposure.
-Well, let's get to the haircut then- Steven called Joe again, trying to break the awkward atmosphere in the place.
It wasn't hard not to fall in love with her, in terms of beauty it was undeniable, but she was more than that, she knows and likes golf, his favorite pastime, she started getting haircuts and various hair cream mixtures for free, they were able to talk about everything.
But the silence was always better, when they just looked at each other and realized that they were really by each other's side and enjoying it, the ease she has with the countryside, which surprised him a lot, maybe the hustle and bustle of her parents' lives made her fall in love with the silence and calm of sitting on a deck and just drinking tea.
Even so, one thing in particular impressed him in a bad way and in a good way.
She doesn't understand anything about American football, how was that possible when she lived her whole life with their biggest star? He doesn't know, but it was a fact.
Since that moment, the contact between them became natural, Juliana could no longer stand having to hide how in love she was, even avoiding having her life exposed like her parents, even though he is a player and it was impossible, they were trying their best, before it became a scandal they needed at least her parents to know, since she spent several weekends with his parents and playing with his nephews.
Gisele and Tom have found a way to talk about the subject, without anyone suspecting anything.
-How did she meet him?- Gisele whispers as if it were a big secret.
-She assured me that she didn't go to any of my games and that at that time, she had no interest in him- Tom assures.
-That's good, otherwise it would be really weird- The woman sighs thoughtfully.
-That's what I thought-
-Tell me a little about this guy- She asked, earning a confused look from him.
-Tell me a little about him, I don't know him, we just played against each other sometimes, it's not enough to know him- She shrugged her shoulders.
-Of course it's possible, he must have been mumbling something on the bench?-
-The benches are very far apart and when he was on the bench, I was on the field- Tom explains.
-But during the game, didn't he swear, say anything strange, have any strange habits? - His wife's concern and anxiety are starting to worry him equally.
-Look, not that I remember, he was quiet, not everyone makes a fuss or swears
-And scandals in the media, no, or rather scandals in the locker room, have you ever played with someone who played with him and knew something dirty?
-We both know how it is to deal with that, I don't think it's cool to keep commenting and no, I don't know of any scandals, or dirty things involving him, no player with any gossip, they just said he was polite and a good leader - Tom shrugged his shoulders and Gisele finally had no more questions.
At the hotel, unlike them, Juliana and Joe are simply in different sync.
-We already have couple pajamas, we're wearing our couple shirts, finishing our couple mugs, you know we're missing a couple plate, right - Joe reminds her charmingly, brushing his mug.
-We need paintings too, one for your house, the other for mine-
-What other stupid couple thing should we do?- He leaves his paintbrush under the table, thoughtful, while Juliana takes the opportunity to kiss his cheek. Joe, who was a little surprised, was surprised again by a paintbrush stroke on his face before he could react.
Before he could retaliate, the person in charge of the place arrived, finding the paintbrush stroke on his face strange.
-Joe, you're so clumsy- She grumbles, earning him an intrigued look.
The other woman laughed softly at Josh, gathering some materials on the table.Until finally, the day of dinner arrived.
-I think I can stay calmer for a game than for this- Joe comments still in the car, since they both need to gather the courage to go to the house.
-I'm also pretty nervous- She half-smiled without looking at him.
-Relax, you don't have to meet Gisele Bündchen and Leonardo DiCaprio as in-laws and also see Tom Brady not playing against you, but actually being your girlfriend's ex-stepfather. - He joked, moving his arms restlessly, while she knew exactly what he meant.
-It's an awkward situation, I never thought I'd be in this situation. Promise me we'll eat and leave? - He almost begged.
-Sure, but since you're the first one I'm taking home, I don't think any of them will know how to deal with it. It's horrible being the firstborn. - She lamented, but Joe turned abruptly to face her.
-What do you mean the first one?
-Yeah, I've never introduced anyone to my parents- She sighed.
-Why?- He watched her without answering.
-I've never met anyone I took seriously or that I thought I should do that- She finally looked at him, who couldn't hold back his smile.
-I was even embarrassed- He laughed all silly.
Juliana approached Joe, until she realized something that made her not know how to react, is it better to laugh or cry? She wondered.
-I think my mother and my ex-stepfather were watching us through the curtain- She commented looking towards the window, where the cloth still sways.
-Why do you think that?- Joe laughed, believing it was mainly paranoia.
-Because I saw them both run as soon as I looked at the window and someone pulled the curtain that was swinging- She said, making Joe a little more nervous.
-We better go then- He sighed, observing the house, for a moment wondering what he was getting himself into.
Walking next to a guy towards your mother's house is very strange, especially while holding his hand and feeling your stomach churn and your face burn.
It could all go well, just as it could all go wrong, like she forgot to tell him that Joe was allergic to something or someone made a bad joke.
There are many possibilities.
She put her hand close to the door but to her surprise, it opened before she could even knock.
-Sorry for the delay, I was at the back of the house- Gisele gave her best smile.
-We noticed- Juliana couldn't contain herself.
-Oh my God, you're here, what a surprise- Tom commented, almost lying down in the armchair to see the two of them at the entrance, for some reason refusing to get up from the armchair, making Juliana look at her mother as if asking what was going on.
The two of them just went inside the house, Gisele greeted Joe with a handshake, Leo did the same and Tom just waved without getting up from the armchair.
-We're looking for something on TV, do you like watching football?- Tom asked, earning some confused looks.
-Yeah, you could say I like it, but at this time of year it doesn't go away- Joe reminded him, only then did Tom realize what he had just said.
-Don't be silly, soccer is always on on Sundays- Gisele changes the channel and Joe swallows with all his might the urge to say it was Soccer, since luckily Juliana warned him.
And Gisele knows exactly what she's doing, since she patted Joe on the shoulder twice as she passed by.
-Daughter, I didn't know your type was Marlon Brando- She mumbled, but Joe, since he didn't know him, looked back wondering what that meant.
-He's a hunk Joe, you don't need to worry- she smiled nervously.
-Yes, he is a hunk- Gisele smiled equally trying to hide it.
-Without a shadow of a doubt a hunk- Tom finishes, leaving Joe alone instead of calm, suspicious of that.
The exchange of glances between the rooms was strange, even more so for Leo who was paying more attention talking to a woman on the phone than to them.
-Shall we eat? Each of us made a dish and I think mine is wonderful and will be the highlight of the evening- her mother stuck her nose up in a smug tone, starting a debate with Tom.
-Mine is not better by any means, you know I'm a meat expert- he defended himself.
Leo preferred not to go in, since he had only bought something ready-made and didn't want to be embarrassed by saying so.
Juliana let everyone leave the room, Joe in particular being accompanied by his mother, while Tom remained seated.
-Let's eat- She pointed in the direction everyone was going, receiving an embarrassed smile from him, who stood up all awkwardly, covering the seat with a cushion.
They kept an eye on each other and walked around the armchair, until she was quicker and pulled the cushion away, revealing a pair of binoculars.
-You two are more professional than many paparazzi- she joked, hiding the binoculars in the armchair again.
-I don't know what you're talking about- He shrugged.
-I saw you at the window- She revealed, making his eyes widen.
-Us? You must be excited about the situation and looking for problems in our excellent creative management, how could we be stalking Joe everywhere we can and calling journalists, looking for information? Juliana, these are serious accusations, we trust you in your vast love experiences, your heart, your rationality and your good taste in men, we would never make that mistake of toxic and slightly jealous parents, a child is raised for the world- He says in a serious tone, but clearly joking with her, calling her for a hug.
She can't deny it.
-Come on, before they notice us missing and start thinking I'm trying to get you to turn against him or scold you in some way- He put his arm around her neck and they continued walking to the dining room.
The table was set with great care by Gisele, who made sure to lead Joe to a chair next to hers.
-You can eat as much as you want, there's no need to be shy or think about dieting, I want you to feel at home- She told the boy who gave a shy smile.
-There's no poison in anything, don't worry- Gisele joked, placing a glass in front of the boy, who looked at his girlfriend worriedly.
And in fact, she didn't stop following Tomtom.
-Now everything is explained- He pursed his lips when he saw Juliana and Joe arrive at the course, she with a caddie on her back.
Although Tom didn't like it at first, he saw that it would be very good when Joe's first shot was played.
-Now you'll have to put up with me for the rest of your Saturday, until our dinner at a burger joint of dubious origin- Tom joked with a smile.
-Why dubious origin?- Joe adjusted the ball on the tee to take the next shot.
-Because we never go back to the same ones and that brings some pretty bad consequences
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shelbgrey · 2 years ago
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Y/n: *in the back seat of Rick's car* Can either of you tell me who wrote the Great Gatsby?
Cliff: Alfred Hitchcock?
Rick: Hitler?
Y/n: *sighs* F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Rick: Who's that?
Y/n: The author.
Cliff: Well, why are you saying "fuck him"?
Y/n: *confused* What?
Rick: You just said eff Scott Fitzgerald. I mean, what would Scott Fitzgerald do to you?
Cliff: Yeah.
Y/n: No, that's his first name.
Rick: His name's Fuck Scott Fitzgerald?
Y/n: What? No!
Cliff: Well, what does the F stand for?
Y/n: Francis.
Rick: No, it's got to be Fuck. It's got to be Fuck.
Cliff: It must be Fuck. It has to be Fuck.
Y/n: Why the hell would it be "Fuck"?
Rick: Well, 'cuz otherwise, why wouldn't he just say it?
Cliff: Yeah, he's hiding something. It's Fuck. It's Fuck. It's Fuck.
Rick: It's Fuck. It's Fuck.
Y/n: That's completely insane. You guys are idiots.
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countrymusiclover · 9 months ago
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mamirhodessxox · 10 months ago
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whoever sends me Jay Gatsby requests I’ll love u forever & we will get married and wtach The Great Gatsby every day and night. ANYTHING I WILL WRITE ANYTHING ALL I NEED IS A GATSBY REQUEST AND I’LL DO IT ISTG
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paisholotus · 3 months ago
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Aesthetics
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"I'll always be with you, no matter what."
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"When I tell you I love you more than anything, believe me when I say that."
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"No one in this whole world fills my heart and soul the way you do."
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"You're my forever. You're my person."
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v-o-i-d-e-d · 2 years ago
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I’ll Follow Your Lead - Nighttime Chatter
~Also posted on my Ao3 and Wattpad~
Part 1 - Part 3
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“You’re on in five, dearie!” The old seamstress’s frail voice broke Dorothea out of her stupor. She fought the urge to rub her eyes which were made up with light pink and silver shadow. As she applied dark red lipstick to her full lips, she hummed along to the music the pianist was playing in the dining room. When she decided her makeup was good enough, she took a deep breath: in through her nose and out through her mouth. She was always nervous before a show. She always dreaded that the next performance would be her last. She studied her reflection in the mirror, dark skin speckled with glitter and eyes sparkling in the vanity lights. Dorothea was indeed quite beautiful and she knew it. She smiled at herself in the mirror before rising from the plush stool and heading toward the stage.
    Her set was short, but she received a lot of applause as the curtains closed. As soon as the dining room was out of sight, Dorothea let out the breath she was holding and picked up her long draping skirts to go back to her dressing room. After she had changed back into her own clothes, a knock on the door preceded it swinging wide open.
    “Splendid! Wonderful performance, my dear,” Elmer, the owner of the restaurant, embraced Dorothea and softly patted her head. “You were a vision of light this evening.”
    “Thank you, Elmer. I appreciate you very much,” Dorothea returned his embrace before breaking away with a tired smile. It had to have been the wee hours of the morning by now and she was feeling it deep in her bones.
    “Please, have some dinner before you go. I can’t have you leave hungry; the missus would never have it!” Elmer wrapped his arm around the girl’s shoulder and guided her toward the back of the building where the kitchen was. Dorothea said nothing but followed with no resistance. She knew that she would not be permitted to leave without at least bringing some food with her and she had no objections. In the kitchen, Margarette – Elmer’s wife – hovered over a steaming pot. It was small and likely just a personal serving since the kitchen was soon to close for the night. The portly woman turned to watch Elmer and Dorothea enter and smiled brightly. Her wrinkled, red cheeks stretched and filled Dorothea with a sense of comfort.
    “Oh, Dorothea, you were magnificent! Come, come, let's feed our lovely songbird, Elmer!” The woman bustled about the kitchen, first leading Dorothea to a small stool at the wooden butcher’s table and then grabbing the pot and a plate while Elmer fetched some water. When Dorothea was served, her mouth watered at the sight of fresh pasta fazool. She quickly began eating and held light conversations with the older couple.
    Elmer and Margarette were immigrants from Italy and had been living in New York for nearly 20 years. When Dorothea met them, they had already established their restaurant as one of the places to be in New York City. Their food was well known and loved by locals and visitors, yet their place kept its local, homey charm. Dorothea came to them as a scrappy, sickly young girl, fresh off the train from out West with not a soul to turn to. The couple took her in and nursed her back to health with delicious food and lots of love and advice. Dorothea cherished them.
    “I’m afraid I have to get back home now. It’s getting late and I have a morning shift tomorrow,” Dorothea said as she stood up and took her dirty dishes to the sink. She was about to start washing them when Margarette swatted her hands and waved her away.
    “No need to bother yourself with that, dear, you work hard enough you don’t need to be doing my job as well!”
    “Oh, but it’s not-“
    “No, dear, she’s right! You would work yourself to death if you were left alone!” Elmer chuckled as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. Dorothea rolled her eyes but let out a laugh as well. She wouldn’t admit it but they were right. She did not know when to quit. “Now you go on home and get some rest. We’ll see you tomorrow evening.”
    Dorothea nodded and gave them both kisses on the cheek before leaving out of the back door in the kitchen.
      It was almost 2 in the morning when Dorothea arrived at the boarding house. She quietly crept up the stairs, carefully avoiding the squeaky ones until she was on the third floor. She had expected her roommate to be asleep but light seeped from underneath the pale yellow door and Dorothea sighed. She opened the door and looked disapprovingly at her friend.
    “You’re supposed to be asleep, by now Angeline.”
    The young girl looked up with a start. Her pale face quickly dropped into a sheepish smile as she earmarked her place in the book she was reading.
    Angeline Langley was about thirteen years of age. She was an orphan – like Dorothea – and had come to the house late the previous year. She was boisterous and rebellious and quick to mouth off. Dorothea took to her quickly and treated her as a little sister: making sure she stayed out of trouble and behaved properly.
    “I know, but I lost track of time while I was reading. It’s a wonderful story! Have you read it, Dory?” Angeline got up and showed Dorothea the cover of the book. It was faded and torn but in good enough condition to tell what it was. The Picture of Dorian Gray.
    “Yes, I’ve read it. It’s my favorite! In fact,” Dorothea eyed the girl with playful suspicion, “This looks an awful lot like the copy I misplaced last month! How curious!” Angeline’s eyes widened and her cheeks reddened with embarrassment.
    “I was just borrowing it! I promise I’ll give it back,” The young girl cried. Dorothea shushed her and walked all the way into the room shutting the door behind her.
    “Worry not, I’m not upset with you,” She ran her slender hand over Angeline’s frizzy hair, “But next time, you would like to read one of my books you may ask.” Dorothea patted her on the shoulder and walked over to her own bed. Angeline made a sound of understanding and returned to her plush chair. Dorothea dressed for bed and laid out her work clothes for the morning before turning back to the young girl.
    “I meant it when I said you should be asleep. Mark your place and go to bed, Angeline,” Dorothea placed her hands on her hips and fixed the girl with a stern look.
    “Fine. But you must tell me about your day! Did you meet anyone interesting at the café?” Angeline climbed into her bed and slipped into the covers. She then stared at Dorothea, patiently awaiting her answer.
    “Well, there was one man-“
    Oh, a man,” Angeline interrupted with a teasing tone. Dorothea rolled her eyes before continuing, “Yes, a man. Well, he’s more of a boy. I think he’s my age,” Dorothea started to recall her meeting with the boy. Jack.
      “Well, sir, here’s your hot chocolate. Your pastry will be out soon, I had to bake a new batch,” Dorothea huffed a breath forcefully upward to blow some of her black hair away from her face as she set down a steaming mug. Jack smiled up at her and eagerly reached for the cup. Dorothea moved it away from his reaching hands. “Wait! The cup is really hot. Be careful,” she warned before letting go of the mug.
    “Thanks for the warning,” Jack chuckled before wrapping his hands around the mug. They were cold anyway from the winter air and he welcomed the soft sting of the hot ceramic. Dorothea hummed in acknowledgment before turning to go back to the counter. Jack stared after the girl, admiring her. He had seen plenty of women in his life and each of them had their own admirable qualities. Dorothea was no different. She carried herself with the confidence and poise of a debutant and yet wore stained clothes. Her hair was messily tied on top of her head with a dark red ribbon, leaving dark curls to fall perfectly into her face. She was slender and a little on the short side but everything about her seemed to be her – she was a gorgeous woman. We watched her as she moved about the café. She spoke to the old woman seated near the window, swept the front counter, and finally disappeared into the kitchen for a brief moment. Dorothea returned to Jack with a pastry in hand, the glaze was not yet dry and steam rose steadily off of its surface.
    “One cinnamon bun, just for you,” she said as she set the plate down in front of him.
    “Would you mind if I drew you?”
    Dorothea blinked at the blond boy in surprise. She had never been asked such a question before.
    “What?”
    “You see, I’m an artist and I like to draw interesting people. I like the way you look, especially the way you’ve put up your hair. May I draw you?”
    Dorothea shook her head a bit and forced a small smile.
    “Uh, I don’t think that’s really appropriate. I, uh-“
    “Excuse me, miss?” A customer called out for Dorothea’s attention providing her a way out of the conversation.
    “I should go, um, handle whatever they need. Enjoy your food, sir,” And with that, Dorothea scurried away, sufficiently distracted by the strange request. Jack was undeterred and simply smirked in amusement at her flustered reaction before focusing on his sweet treats.
      “He left a short while after that,” Dorothea finished her story of the day and pulled her covers up closer to her face. Angeline giggled wildly in her bed.
    “He wanted to draw you and you said no? Was he handsome? What was his name?” The young girl rapidly fired questions at Dorothea who put her hand up to signal for quiet.
    “I’ve kept the both of us up for long enough, we should both go to bed,” Dorothea reached for the table in between the two beds and turned the lamp off. She heard Angeline grumble under her breath and chuckled to herself. Jack was handsome, there was no denying it. But Dorothea was slightly put on edge by his strange request. Who would want to draw her? What would they gain? She pondered these questions until a deep sleep overcame her and she was lost to her dreams.
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firestarwrites · 1 year ago
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Hearts Unmasked pt. ii - (Jack Dawson x f!OC)
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Fandom: Titanic
Warnings: None
Length: Short (603 words)
Pairing: Jack Dawson x f!OC
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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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soulls-at-505 · 2 years ago
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“I liketh thee”
PAIRING: Juliet Capulet x Fem! Montague! Reader
WARNINGS: homophobia, swearing, not proof read-
REQUESTED: no
SUMMARY: Juliet and Y/n are introduced by Romeo, and the rest is history
A/N: The speech is in shakespearean english sorry y’all, italics indicate a flashback
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Loud music echoed through the Capulet mansion, courtesy of Lord Capulet’s annual party, to which you, Mercutio and your brother Romeo had successfully infiltrated snuck into. Mercutio may have had a few too many and had fucked off god knows where, so that just left you and Romeo. Romeo and Mercutio were the only two people who knew about your secret.
“You.. what?” Shit, you thought. You kept silent, nervously shuffling around in front of your brother and best friend. 
“Thy liketh those of amorous rite?” Mercutio asked, unsure of what you truly meant.You nodded briefly, awaiting a scorn or disdained lecture. However, you were met with laughter. 
“Thee were afraid to bid us this?!” Romeo wheezed. You blushed, slightly embarrassed of the fiasco. You hushed him from speaking too loudly and revealing your secret to the world, or worse, to your father. Heaven forbid he discovers this.
“Behold, sister, all the fine flowers in this room t’night. I bid you farewell.” Romeo says in your ear before scuttling away. He may know of your preference for women, but he knew not of your love for Juliet Capulet. Fair Juliet Capulet. But she’d never love you back, not in your situation. ‘
If only it were another life,’ you thought.You sat in the corner of the room, eyes darting around looking for anything to take your interest. You looked to the door to the gardens and saw Romeo waving for you. Confused, you run over.
“Dear sister, this is the fair maiden, Juliet. Juliet, mine ow’n sister, Y/n. Thee duo, enjoyeth thine companys.” Romeo steps aside to reveal Juliet. You turn to Romeo, shell-shocked. He winks and walks away. ‘
How did he find out? Nosy fucker.’ you wondered. 
“Let us go to some place with lesser noise and disruption, follow me.” she beems at you, grabbing a hold of your wrist and running through the mass of people. The music is more muffled as you head up the grand staircase and into her bedroom. She leads you in the doorway and gently closes the door, getting very close to you. Your lips were almost touching, you glanced at hers and back up to your eyes. You were met with a grin before she scrambled to close her curtian and windows.
You went and sat in her bed next to her, “What’s going on?” you asked, visibly confused. A faint calling of her name was heard outside followed by three knocks. “Under the sleep chamber, make haste!” she whisper shouted, kissing your check before pushing you to the floor and diving back into her bed like she was before. You darted underneath, watching the door whilst being careful to not be seen at the same time. “Ay Juliet, thee shouldst beest careful. Thee was near to be hast caught!” her nurse hissed as she closed the door behind her with a creak, “receiveth thy ‘friend’ from beneathst thy.” Juliet blushed as you crawled out and stood awkwardly. Her nurse put her face in her palm and visibly cringed. “Ay Juliet.” she said before putting both hands in the air in surrender and leaving. Once the door had creaked to a close, you and Juliet locked eyes and laughed as you sat next to her once more. “What wast yond about?” you asked her, gazing into the beautiful infities that were her eyes. “She knows.” “Knows what?” you reply. “Knows that I liketh thee.” “You… liketh thee?” you managed to stutter. “It’s true.” Juliet giggled and pulled you towards her. “I, Juliet Capulet, liketh thee, Y/n Montague.” You laughed, head on her chest, looking up at her with awe. “And I, Y/n Montague, liketh thee, Juliet Capulet.”
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