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# ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑦𝑚𝑛𝑠 said; ❛ 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇. ❜ ― 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❝ rose. ❞ jack can’t refrain from letting out a soft chuckle, his lips hovering over his lover’s collarbone for a moment before meeting the skin there with nothing but tenderness and affection.
his left arm is tucked between the small of her back and the leather seat, but his right hand can roam freely, fingertips gliding down her side, caressing her hip bone, circling that one mark he’s left there earlier. the windows are still fogged up and the sweet smell of love is thick in the air, coiling around them like a warm cocoon. bliss is still coursing through jack’s veins as he rests his cheek on her chest, basking in the sound of her heartbeat. his own racing, just now beginning to recover. he’s exhausted in the most intoxicating of ways, and would love nothing more than to doze off but the rational part of his brain keeps telling him that it’s not a good idea. they’ll be caught. they’ll get in trouble. people must be looking for her already.
his lips curl upward, lazily, at the sound of rose’s voice, but his eyes remain closed a moment longer. though, eventually, a heavy breath escapes him and hazy blues open up, peering at the beautiful redhead as he rests his chin on her sternum. ❝ well, ❞ he hums, pausing just to kiss the spot between her breasts, ❝ @hearthymns, maybe that’s what other people’s promises are, but i tend to keep whatever promises i make. so, when i say that i’ll be with you forever, i mean it. a few more days and this ship should be docking in new york. if you want to run away with me, just say a word and i’ll make it happen. this is no game for me. i’m serious about this, about us. and no matter what you choose, i’ll always be there for you, ❞ he promises, determined to keep his word. what he doesn’t know is that his dreams are already on the collision course with reality, and fate has other plans for him. so, maybe promises are indeed just words, meaningless and easily broken…
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❝ you don’t love me. you just think you do. ❞ | from here
"You're wrong. I know I love you. How can you say I don't love you?" He asked, stunned and hurt.
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❝ i’m gonna have to get you to write that one down, ❞ jack teases, his tone genuinely light and playful for the first time today. he even allows a soft laugh to slip past his lips now that he can finally relax, his muscles unwinding as the realization that they’re both safe sinks in. it feels like a miracle. ❝ rose dewitt bukater. it suits you. i mean it. well, rose suits you. dewitt is… yeah, definitely unique, ❞ he pauses just to watch her reaction, see if his sense of humor’s crossed any unsaid boundaries, before adding, ❝ with all seriousness, though, it flows nicely together. don’t know about your mother’s other ideas, but this one was brilliant. no sarcasm intended. ❞ when she lets go of him, he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over her shoulders with a smile, figuring she must be at least a little cold now that the sun’s already set and adrenaline’s evaporated. ❝ you, too, ❞ he says softly, ocean hues glancing down at her extended hand as if it belonged to an alien before snapping out of this trance-like state and taking it into his own. shaking. he didn’t expect this, not from a girl like her, but it’s a nice gesture. ❝ i was actually on my way to grab a cup of hot chocolate, would you care to join me? ❞ he inquires, her palm still in his, reluctant to part ways but forcing himself to let go after a few more seconds. ❝ no need to apologize for that, rose. i did what anyone would have done. the real question is… how are you? you okay? ❞ he can’t help but worry about this stranger. cares for her even. it’s silly but since he’s saved her life, it feels like he’s somewhat responsible for her now.
"well." a nervous laugh escaped, ophelia. that would possibly match her, wouldn't it? considering after half a second, she understood the reference. "actually, it's rose. rose dewitt bukater. the middle name is very old and comes from a long line of my great grandmother's... my mother clearly has brilliant ideas," she sheepishly laughed, she wasn't exactly a fan of it. but it's a distraction from her embarrassment at least as blues peered down at the water crashing beneath them, her heart still raging out of her chest... thinking if not for this boy, named jack... she would've died down there. her arms cling even tighter to this stranger until he's letting go and figures she should, too. it wasn't appropriate after seconds faded into more seconds so arms loosened then she took a step back. "it's good to meet you, jack." the red haired girl offers a friendly hand to him to shake despite her fingers trembling, her throat tightening with emotions. it was very good to meet him, he was like an angel in the night. "i'm very sorry for causing you trouble tonight. jeopardizing your own life like that." she has to think of some way to repay him.
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anyone with a jack dawson want to write with my rose?🥺 ill gibb u cookies. my main is @hearthymns . just heart this post or msg me there if interested . <333
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# 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒏𝒔 said; ❛ 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒. ❜ ― 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗒 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌. / accepting.
❝ 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗂 𝖽𝗈. 𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾. i really do. but it’s not polite to go snooping around other people’s personal belongings and then get upset because you’ve found something that you don’t particularly like. ❞ a heavy frown creases his features in permanent annoyance, his sharp tone leaping through the air as bright blue eyes flicker to fire a pointed look in rose’s direction. he takes a few steps forward and closes the distance between them, brows furrowing as he unceremoniously plucks his sketchbook from her delicate hands. his nose crinkles, offended and hurt in equal measure. he doesn’t think that he’s ever given her a reason to mistrust him — he’s so hopelessly devoted to her, head over heels in love. so, why does she continue to question his intentions?
❝ and even though, i do care about you, i’m tired because we’ve had this conversation before. countless times. that’s what’s so frustrating, you know? ‘cause it feels like we’re moving in circles. again, you don’t even have a reason to be jealous! i’m not inviting those women out for dinner or romantic walks in the park for god’s sake. besides, artists have been doing this for centuries. centuries, rose! ❞ he scoffs, clutching the sketchbook to his chest and folding his arms in a defensive manner. the vein on the side of his neck throbbing. ❝ sandro botticelli, gustav klimt, john william waterhouse, jean-léon gérome… and that’s just the tip of the iceberg! they all had their muses, but i highly doubt they had romantic relationships with all of them. and even if they did, so what? i'm not that kind of person and you should know it by now. what happened in paris, happened before i'd met you, and is now thousands of miles away! so, why can’t you put your jealousy aside for a moment and just be supportive of my work, @hearthymns? ❞ a long pause, followed by a huff and a grumble, ❝ also, if you want to see my stuff, all you have to do is ask. no need to be a busybody. ❞
#hearthymns#╰ ☆ ❛ 𝐀𝐔 ❫ : mr. big artiste.#answered.#thank you for sending this! you just made my entire day <3#im sorry hes a mean dummy dumbo >:)#im his mother and i want to kick him smh
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# 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒏𝒔 ; continued from here.
growing up, mother’s day was a rather more bitter than sweet holiday for jack dawson. his mother passed away when he was only nine years old, leaving behind a messy note (that he can now recite at any given time) and a handful of memories. while his friends were making cute, heart-shaped cards and picking flowers for their mothers, he chose to alienate himself — it was easier that way. he always felt out of place on that special day, having no one to celebrate it with, and even more lonely than usual. of course, his father had tried his best to bring back the happiness and magic to that dreadful holiday, but there’s little to no happiness and magic found in visiting a graveyard and heading for ice cream afterwards… and so when jack became a teenager, he refused to acknowledge this holiday. but god works in mysterious ways and the young artist’s attitude toward mother’s day did a full one-eighty when his wife gave birth to their daughter. now it’s one of his favorite holidays.
❝ i hope you got plenty of sleep, @hearthymns, because this is only the beginning. we have so many fun adventures planned for today, is that right, lily? ❞ he could watch them all day, his beautiful wife kissing their daughter’s face, the little girl wiggling and squealing in delight. hearing her tiny voice explain how the drawing came together, how she and daddy went to the store and picked new crayons because none of the old ones matched rose’s beautiful hair, how she helped with the breakfast and cut up a bunch of strawberries all by herself with her dull little knife. it heals jack’s tortured soul in more ways than he can count. he sits down on the bed beside them, his ocean hues brimming with sheer joy and affection. ❝ the best mommy deserves the best gifts, ❞ jack coos with a smile, his heart melting as the older redhead pulls him into a hug and kisses his cheek. he instantly wraps both his arms around the two greatest loves of his life and squeezes them tight, his chest expanding. ❝ so, our plan for today is… we go to the zoo first, we grab lunch at mommy’s favorite restaurant, and then we head to lake michigan to build sandcastles and see if the water’s warm enough for the first swim of the year and, if we're not too tired by then, we'll watch the sunset. what do you think? ❞ jack inquires, pulling back just enough to look at rose and lily. still finding it hard to believe this really is his life.
#hearthymns#WELL :')))) I JUST COULDNT HELP MYSELF YOUR ANSWER WAS SO ADORABLE!!#maybe we could set it in that verse where hes finally made it big and is a famous artist so they can actually afford a family and have all#the nice things :')#parent death mention //#suicide mention //
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jack @ @hearthymns basically 24/7
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# 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒏𝒔 said; ❛ 𝗂 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾. ❜ ― 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌. / accepting.
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍, and jack wonders if maybe it’s only so because this hotel room balcony is situated too high up above the crowded sidewalks and busy streets of 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 for him to be able to hear most of the ruckus. there’s a warm glow of streetlights below but not a single star above — god, isn’t it weird? so different from his hometown, from 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌 even, from any place that he’s visited before. his tired body’s molded itself into one of the metal chairs, elbow pressed against the table. there’s an ice bucket in the middle holding a sweating bottle of champagne, two tall glasses flanking it, an ashtray sitting on top of his sketchbook beside a plateful of half-eaten cheeses, crackers, deli meats and olives, a pack of marlboros, a lighter.
it’s been a long day — jack’s first solo exhibition at a big art gallery, and he knows that he should be over the moon, beyond grateful for everything that he has, proud of what he’s achieved… he is, he really is. and yet, he can’t shake off this uneasy feeling that something’s not right, that he doesn’t belong in this world of rich art collectors and connoisseurs. part of him wishes he could just grab his sketchbook and go back to 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌, back to that simpler life that he loved so much. but this is all he’s ever wanted, all he’s dreamed of since he was a little boy, so what’s wrong with him?
fortunately, his girlfriend’s voice pulls him out of his nostalgic reverie before he can make up his mind and do something impulsive. jack shifts in his chair, pale blue gaze locking on her features. there’s star dust in her eyes, he thinks, mesmerized and so utterly enamored by this magical, angelic woman, as wind brushes her cheeks and dances between her strawberry-blonde ringlets. her comment makes him smile widely. ❝ so do i. i don’t think i’ve ever stayed in a hotel this fancy before. ❞ this could be heaven — expensive champagne, charcuterie boards, hot tubs and swimming pools, the most beautiful woman in the world right here by his side, so why doesn’t it feel like heaven? ❝ but i was just thinking… what do you say we go out, @hearthymns? take a late night stroll? see what central park looks like at dusk? ❞ he needs to start moving, do something or he’ll lose his mind.
#hearthymns#answered.#╰ ☆ ❛ 𝐀𝐔 ❫ : mr. big artiste.#he's finally made it big and now he's having a lil crisis :)#gotta love this for doris ;)
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𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌, but there’s something about rose that makes it impossible for him not to smile every single time his pale blue eyes find hers. thumb brushing over the apple of her cheek as he marvels at her for a moment longer. he lowers his hand but only so that he can caress her strawberry locks instead, fingers carding through her silky tresses as his heart skips a beat. ❝ oh, is this how most customers tip you, miss? or is this option only available to your favorite patrons? ❞ he jokingly inquires, pulling back with a raised brow. ❝ yeah, right… who would you feed if you hadn’t met me, hm? you’d have to adopt a bunch of stray cats, ❞ he playfully muses, his heart is now pounding in his ears and he can feel his eyes starting to well up. it’s such a sweet sentiment, and he appreciates it even if he downplays it. he simply doesn’t want to dwell on it and get emotional — it’s insane that she keeps choosing this life with him when she could do so much better. one look at her and he knows that he’s failing as a boyfriend, as a man. she’s never been this skinny before and it’s his fault for being unable to give her the kind of life that she deserves.
❝ of course, i do. you always look so beautiful, rose. i just don’t know how you do it. what’s your secret? ❞ he whispers with a scrunch of his nose, shuffling a little closer as a light laugh spills out. he leans in and gently nudges her cheek with the tip of his nose, like an obnoxious puppy asking for attention. ❝ oh, please… it definitely is. it brings out your eyes, makes them sparkle. ❞ call him biased or madly in love, but he believes there’s no color that could look unflattering on her. she’s got the looks of a supermodel, and not an ordinary one at that. he won’t tell her this, but he’s drawn thousands of faces in his short life and hers is and always will be his favorite one. she’s exquisite in every way. ❝ miss america, you forgot something, ❞ he calls out after her when she begins to head for the door, picking up his woolen scarf and waving it in the air. it might not be DECEMBER yet, but mother nature clearly doesn’t care. he can hear the wind howling from where he’s standing and bets the temperature is below forty. ❝ here, ❞ he coos with a smile, coiling the warm fabric around her neck and carefully securing it in place with a knot. he pulls her hair out and gently pats her back. ❝ you know what’s really not your color? frostbite. ❞ he sighs, struggling to stifle a grin and ushers her out the door.
"i suppose you could tip the waitress with hugs and kisses." rose playfully smiles, then right as she proposes the idea she gains a cute kiss to the tip of her finger and a hug when she's pulled into the embrace. thin body bumps right into his frame, her cheek pressing to his chest and small hand rests briefly against his chest next to her face as the redhead melts into the blond's embrace. feeling grateful for his warmth & basking in the scent of him. "perhaps, feel as lost as i would without you." she decides, beaming at him as she's forced to pull away. turning, she hears him question, then looks over her shoulder as she halts. "yes, jack?" waiting to see what he wants, then softly laughing, "of course coffee's on the house. with cream and lots of sugar." she repeats, smiling sweetly before continuing to disappear.
once her blue waitress uniform is tugged onto her thin body and she pushes her thick strawberry curls back with the hair accessory, rose wastes no time turning away from the mirror because it's the most weight she's ever dropped in such a short amount of time and she feels like it's not very beautiful. hates seeing herself so frail and bony... it bothers her each time she sees her body. once a pink coat of hers she managed to salvage is on and her white keds are slipped on to her feet, she shyly smiles at his comments on her uniform. "oh. well, thank you. you like it?" she lightly laughs, grabbing her purse as she moseys on to the front door. now waiting for him. "i'm not certain it's my color." she jokes, peering down at her outfit.
#hearthymns#╰ ☆ ❛ 𝐀𝐔 ❫ : mr. big artiste.#ILYSM#i melt every time i see you on the dash :)#this pretty gif icon omgosh!! looks so adorable :') no wonder jack's all *heart eyes*
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play barbie’s with me @hearthymns 😂🤍
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Jack stared at her when she snapped at him. Rose had never snapped at him like that. At least not since the first time they had met when he had convinced her not to jump overboard and end her life. Confusion and hurt filled his blue eyes as he stared at her when she turned to face him, "Try me." He said softly, "Help me understand." He encouraged gently. He shook his head, already beginning to understand. Of course she wouldn't believe he loved her. How could she after how both her mother and Cal had treated her. She had no idea what it really felt like to really be loved and cherished for being exactly who she was. "You're wrong though." He said softly. "I understand more than you think I do. Maybe I don't know what you're feeling but I understand why you're afraid to believe I love you." He spoke gently, his words kind and gentle, soft compared to what both Ruth and Cal's would have been. "I'm not them though Rose. And I do love you and will continue to love you. I know for a fact. I don't just think it." He explained.
continued from here / @madeownluck .
“because jack,” rose angrily snaps, voice hasty and brows creased in frustration. unintentional and rash emotions all fueled from how confusing and frightful someone telling her they love her is. it’s hard to accept when no one has. at least, not in the right ways. not her mother–– who doesn’t know how to love herself let alone someone else. not her father while he was still alive–– his business was always first priority. & not cal–– who mistreated and abused her. that isn’t love. but then her strawberry hair moves as she hesitantly turns to face him, she feels guilty for snapping at him like that the second her crystal eyes land on the hurt in his ocean hues. “you won’t understand.” she says more carefully. feeling regretful she has been conditioned to feel like this. “…perhaps, you think you do but only for short term.” she claims, voice growing irritated again. feeling frustrated with him, or rather herself. he just seems too good to be true sometimes because he’s so opposite from the same hurtful people that’s always been in her life and it scares her. which is why she’s finding herself making excuses and putting words into his mouth.
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☆ ❫ @hearthymns said: *catches the roach in a cup and lets it loose in jack's pants by opening his pants up from the back* | 😂
❝ rose! what are you doing?! are you crazy?! stop! that’s so mean! ❞ goosebumps appear on jack’s exposed arms as a shiver runs down his back. balancing on one foot, he dramatically wiggles the leg that’s up in the air as a flash of disappointment, combined with a hint of disgust, crosses his visage. the poor little bug must be extremely confused as it slides all the way down to the blond’s ankle and gets shaken out of his pants straight onto the floor. ❝ don’t do that again. i could have stepped on ruth, ❞ he sighs, deciding that his new pet is a female and what other name could be more suitable for such a beautiful creature? ❝ i’m sorry. rose didn’t mean to be so rough with you. she’s just jealous because you’re my best girl now. ❞ his hands, ever gentle and careful, pick the cockroach up before it can crawl away and just as he’s about to transport miss ruth to her new home — an old fishbowl, that he’d filled with some sand and little rocks, a bit of greenery here and there — he gets a devious idea. ❝ do you wanna pet ruthie to show her that you’re sorry, rose? i think you do. ❞ he takes a step closer and brings his hands near his girlfriend’s face, tormenting her just because it’s fun.
#hearthymns#crack.#or is it ?? bc with these two you can actually expect stuff like this ^^ IM SORRY JACK LOVES ALL ANIMALS EVEN ROACHES LIKE HE DOES NOT CARE#WHAT ANYONE ELSE SAYS LMBO HE LOVES LIL RUTHIE#jack @ the roach: you're my new best friend#he even made that thing A LIL HOUSE LIKE ugh why is he like this?#he's so gross smh hes one of those boys who at dinner go WATCH THIS!! and then put spaghetti up their nose and out their mouth or something#smh im sorry it is what it is
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☆ ❫ @hearthymns said: ❛ i thought we loved each other. ❜
❝ what are you talking about, rose? why would you say that like — like we’re no longer in love? ❞ a frown tugs at the corner of jack’s mouth as his ocean hues continue to study the girl’s face, looking for answers to all the questions that are piling up in the back of his head. ❝ of course, we love each other. 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞. i love more than anything in this world. ❞ both hands reaching for hers in an attempt to comfort her. he needs a moment to collect his thoughts, confusion written across his visage. hesitant at first, he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, fingertips brushing against her cheek. his heart is hammering, pounding faster and faster, but he still makes an attempt to mask any misgivings, to conceal how stressed out he really is on the inside. does she not love him anymore? what is this about? why is she saying things like that? ❝ i know that this isn’t the life you’ve wanted, that you deserve better, but we’ll eventually get there, 𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞. ❞ he’s been working a lot harder lately, saving up every penny, and hopefully one day they’ll get to move out of this horrible place and move into a real house. so, why is she questioning the sincerity of his feelings? what did he do? it’s all so confusing.
#answered.#hearthymns#post titanic maybe? when she finds his drawings but he has no idea she's seen them? skfndfk IDK THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS <3#poor jack he's so confused like ?? OFC WE LOVE EACH OTHER! you put cockroaches down my pants and i still hug you like ?? duh we're in love#WHATS CHANGED im sorry he seems smart but he really isn't
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i want your love. let’s break the walls between us. don’t make it tough. i’ll put away my pride. enough’s enough, i’ve suffered and i’ve seen the light. baby, you’re my angel. come and save me tonight.
╰ ☆ : @hearthymns
#╰ ☆ ❛ 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 ❫ : i’ll never let go.#look what i found for you :')) jack is literally crying#his wyfe is so beautiful#his only muse :') <3
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hearthymns:
listening in frustration even if she doesn’t want to give him even a second, it’s just a good thing he’s got his finger on her lips. because he’s right, she really is so stubborn. “mother will be fine. when has she ever worried about me, unless it was for her benefit. and cal, he’ll weasel his way out of this. like always does. i don’t CARE about cal anyway.” that piece of scum, his bruise still left on her skin is enough reminder how evil he is. “it’s you i’m worried about, good people like you don’t get lucky.“ because as she’s noticed good people always seem to be the ones with no money, it’s no wonder she never found anyone else as good as him. because her whole life has been revolved around being stuck in isolation with wealthy snobs. he’s the best thing that ever happened to her too in her world of people always treating her terribly, then there’s jack whose always made her feel protected, happy and loved. gentle with his actions and his words, so selfless and the sweetest person on this earth. it doesn’t even stun her to hear he loves her, they’ve kept it secret from each other all these years but she’s always known it. and it’s like all those years, all those moments together flash by her eyes. growing up together, all the times he saved her and she saved him, how small they were when they were still just playing school or him playing dolls with her. “i love you, too.” which is why she doesn’t hesitate to say it back and break into tears officially hearing it. hands grab for his face this time, pulling him into her and roughly pressing her lips to his.
even when surrounded with a multitude of different noises, from pitiful wails of little children and angry complaints of frustrated passengers to faint sounds of violins, rose’s voice is the only melody that matters to jack. his ocean eyes soften another shade as her words fill his ears. his mind knows exactly what the rational, right thing to do is, there’s not an ounce of doubt — he needs to get rose into one of the lifeboats while there’s still seats available because the unsinkable ship is very much sinkable. the waves, lapping mercilessly at the sides of the iron beast, devouring it inch by inch, are dark and cold. no human being will survive in those waters for long, and who knows when the help will appear on the horizon? if it will appear. yet, against all odds and in spite of every reasonable thought, his heart is singing a completely different song as it knows that rose is right — her mother’s never cared about her and cal would lock her up in a golden cage if he only had the chance. jack’s heart wants to selfishly cling to rose, to 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨, to keep her as far away from those evil monsters as possible ( because neither of them deserves this blue-eyed angel ). he really can’t argue with her, not when he’s being torn apart on the inside. ❝ you’re so crazy, rose. do you know what you’re doing? are you sure about this? it’s insane, so insane. ❞ choosing him over everyone else, over her own safety even.
there’s not enough lifeboats and no one will ever let a man like jack get on one of them. he’s well aware of that. he’s even beginning to understand it, to accept the fate that awaits him. not that he’d ever want to try and climb into one of these boats in the first place. what kind of person does that? what man chooses to save himself when there’s still women and children onboard, trying to survive? he wouldn’t be able to look at his own reflection in the mirror if he did that. ❝ you can’t worry about me now. you should think about yourself. i’ll never forgive myself if something happens to you. god, this is — insane, ❞ he repeats in disbelief. though, that’s the thing about rose, jack thinks. no one else can save her, no matter the circumstances. only she can do that. who is he to try and push her back into her mother’s claws? into cal’s cold arms? it’s only as he moves his hand away from rose’s face, fingers sinking into her flaming ringlets instead, that his gaze falls on the purple spot. the mark staining her pale skin. anger begins to brew in his heart, coiling around his ribs and making his heart hammer uncomfortably. it seems that it’s either about to shatter into pieces or jump out of his chest. if cal survives, and he most likely will ( men like him always do ), he’ll do horrible things to rose. but before he can say something, before he can form a proper question, her lips are on his and he’s forgetting about everything that’s been on his mind. suddenly, his heart lurches into his throat and his own eyes well up with tears. he can’t lose her. he can’t. he closes his eyes quickly and lets himself melt against her mouth. the kiss itself may be rough and desperate, filled with so many emotions that it’s almost overwhelming, but it still colors jack’s cheeks. his right hand remains curled in her beautiful mane of tousled locks as the left one leaves her cheek to settle against the small of her back and pull her closer. i love you, i love you, i love you. ❝ why are you doing this to me, rose? why? ❞ he whispers, pulling back so that he can wrap his arms around her and hug her so tightly. he presses his lips to her forehead. ❝ come on. we have to stay on the ship for as long as we can. ❞ because he’s made up his mind. he’s not letting go. they have to try and survive, and since the bow is already mostly underwater, they have to make it to the stern.
#hearthymns#╰ ☆ ❛ 𝐀𝐔 ❫ : you taught me the courage of stars.#I WAS LISTENING TO MY HEART WILL GO ON WRITING THIS AND NOW IM GONNA CRY AND PUT RUN TO YOU ON THANKS :')))#PLS ROSE KISSING HIM IM SOBBING!!#THIS IS THE MOST HEARTBREAKING THING EVER#THANK YOU FOR DESTROYING MY HEART
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