#caledon hockley imagine

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Ask: Pleeeeeaase write more of Cal from titanic. Literally any prompt I’m so hungry😭

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Relationship: Caledon “Cal” Hockley x Female!Reader

Fandom: Titanic 1997

Summary: Thrusted into the roaring 20′s, all you wanted to be was free and outgoing as all the booming women in city. However, your father’s deal with the devil seals your fate in the hands of your advisor and boss, Caledon Hockley; a man who is haunted by memories, stubborn in his ways, and opposed to the newfound strength in the young women of America. You’re a slave at his will in his eyes, yet you’re just as free as the new reformed women in your own. You’re stuck at a standstill in this endless game of chess, but who’s the pawn?

Warnings: forbidden, early 1900′s morals and customs, Reader is a maid, Cal is the head of the house, Post-Titanic sinking, mature language, kinda spicy, PTSD, domestic violence (included in a PTSD episode ONLY), Kind of a Beauty and The Beast AU for inspiration

{gif is not mine, credit goes to @locke-writes​}

It was all an act of practicality from the start: your father owed his father money and he had a set of nimble hands to rid himself of. 

Nathan Hockley was a millionaire who dealt in the steel tycoon business in Pittsburgh. Your father had a habit of gambling with the wrong people, which had allegedly caused your father to have an uncomfortable run-in with the powerful man. Unable and too stubborn to do so, your father handed you off as a way of reparation for the damage the bastard had caused.

Nathan’s son, Caledon Hockley, was the exact replica of his father. He was cunning, stubborn, powerful and wealthy; a disrupting mixture of facets that could either lift or crush you with a simple snap of a finger. He was dangerous, among many of his other qualities, which made your business in the Hockley’s presence just that much harder.

With the pandemonium that followed the sinking of the Titanic in 1914, the physical and mental effects had taken ahold of Nathan’s deeply treasured and only son, practically keeping him on house arrest until he was “better”. However, to both Nathan and Caledon’s dismay, 6 years had done nothing for his declining health, the reasoning behind why Nathan had administered you into Caledon’s household in the first place.

All of these events have led you up to this point, your suitcase rolling behind you as one of the many maids in the manor lead you up to your room to unpack. You haven’t seen this young and precarious man yet, but something is telling you that you most likely don’t want to. You are soon to be given your list of instructions to follow immediately and precisely; left to your own devices to either stay afloat or drown in the fury of the Hockley men.

Maria, a young maid in her 20′s, around your age, approaches you with a pure and youthful grin, a light blush to her cheeks. Her hair is cut into a cropped bob of black hair with short but soft curls, her lean frame with modest green eyes making her endearing - intoxicating. “You must be Miss Y/L/N?” her cutesy, high pitched voice only adding to her allure and picturesque innocence.

“Yes, that’s me,” you mutter, displaying your hands as if to show yourself off in sarcasm.

“No need to be so glum!” she giggles, bowing her head to catch your eyes and raise your line of sight. “I’m Maria Espinosa, but I’d assume the least you’d want right now is formalities.”

You snort, but let her continue nonetheless.

“I’ve your instructions - written myself, of course!” she smiles brightly; any harder and she might break her face. “As you know, with your appointment into this manor, the rest of the faculty will be let off, per Nathan Hockley’s request. But, don’t fret, the list is simple, short and can last all day without having to pay too much mind. Every Tuesday and Thursday, there will be a grocer that will restock the cabinets, refrigerator, etc. and help you with the cleaning. You are not to touch the east wing and only reside within the west - this will help eliminate the messes to clean and prevent extra exertion-”

“Sorry, if I may be crude, why are we not to go in the east wing?” you ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

“It was...” Maria drifts off, choosing her words lightly, “After the accident in 1914, the east was torn by his own hands. It was once used for balls and such, but after the Titanic,” she whispers the name as if someone might hear her, “Caledon was bedridden and sick, upset, angry, any emotion in the book. He used that wing as a way to let those emotions out.”

You stay silent as you stare at her with morbid curiosity and fear, nodding once before returning your attention to the list. The rest seems easy, not like the job was ever hard to begin with, just an annoyance for better words. 

Maria clears her throat, “Anyway, you must make at least two meals a day, mainly breakfast and dinner, both at 8 am and 8 pm. Caledon might decide not to have lunch some days, but if he does, make sure it is brought to him by 12 pm. He doesn’t like tardiness, so as long as you follow the rules as tightly as you can, you won’t be a target. Any questions?”

“No, no. I’d presume you’d want to be heading out?” you smirk at her mischievously and instantly watch as her taut muscles relax.

“Very much so, yes! It’s been forever since I’ve had a moment of freedom.”

“Well, don’t let me keep you, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you shoo her off playfully. This is your family’s mess to clean, the least you can do is let her be free of the shackles that are now passed down and chained to your ankles. 

Maria is halfway through the door when she turns to you from the foyer, “I’ll do a monthly checkup to make sure everything is in line, and for a little company in your lonesome, okay?”

You smile gratefully, hands coming up to play with your nails, “Thank you, you’re very kind. Though, I don’t want to be a burden.”

“A burden? You just gave me my freedom!” she exclaims, laughing as she waves a hand. “I’ll be back by the end of the month! Settle in and enjoy the quiet!”

The moment the door slams shut, your shoulders droop heavily. Your eyes scan the spacious mansion with frightening curiosity. You’ve never even remotely been near land such as this, and now that you’re inside, it feels almost too much. You let your hands glide the carved wooden banister as you walk up the huge steps to the second floor, taking a left down a hall.

Your legs carry you down the long corridor, and, as you place your key into the fob, your eyes lay onto the door across from yours: ‘Lord Hockley’ carved neatly on the door. There’s a rustling behind it and footsteps that approach the other side of the door, eliciting you to push the key one click further and dive through the door as quickly and quietly as possible.

You flop onto the bed with a huff, trying to calm the beating of your heart just enough to allow you to unpack and prepare dinner within the course of 3 hours. When your room is finished, you nod in satisfaction, taking a bath in the connected bathroom and changing into a thin, sheer dress before exiting your room and back down the steps to the kitchen.

Finally do you take the time to read the list on your own. It includes very detailed and descriptive instructions, easy nonetheless, of medication usages and what to do with each, meal plans, recipes, a map of which rooms to clean and how to clean each one, and Caledon’s nightly and morning rituals to follow precisely.

Shrugging your shoulders, you roll your neck to release the tension before opening the cookbook up to the recipe designed for today’s date. “Pork roast,” you state alloud, cringing at the echo of your voice being followed by more movement in Hockely’s room.

Your mind roams as your eyes get lost at the sight of the luscious woods out the window, hands deftly whisking away at the pork roast’s grease with the intent of making a nice gravy to coat the dry, but tender pork roast. Shaking your head, you peer down and try to busy yourself with the already settling boredom you’re consumed by. 

You can hear the halls creak, the water drip from the faucet, birds chirping outside, the soft sway of the wind, random clicks, ticks, and other noises. You’re destined to go insane.

You jump unexpectedly with the sound of a crash from upstairs. The noise comes from the general direction of Caledon’s room and you all but groan at what the sound indicates -  what your being here demands. 

Putting the roast of low, you close the lid with a soft click before ascending up the stairs to Caledon’s room. You stand outside the door, hand on your heart, as you try to calm your rapid heartbeat and breathing. This was to come about sooner rather than later, so you should be glad it’s happening now. However, the banging continues within the room and you know that even if you had met him in a few months, the hell that follows him would never be escaped for as long as your father’s debt remains.

Knocking on the hard wooden door, you speak softly, “Lord Hockley? Is everything alright?”

You’re not given an answer, only the sound of something heavy being thrown and falling to the floor.

“Lord Hockey?” you call out again, louder this time. Unsurprised, you are followed by no answer once more. Annoyance creeps into your words a third and final time, “Lord Hockley, I will come in there myself if you do not open this door. Now,” you demand.

Shrugging when no voice calls to you form the other side of the door, your hand twists the doorknob and pushes the door open. You legs carry you only so far before they stutter to a stop just past the door frame. 

Just before you, there is a disheveled, sweaty Caledon Hockley, fit from youth and some maturity in his thirties, shirtless. His eyes look crazed, like a madman, as his hands grip a chair at his desk with white knuckles. Around the room, there’s shelves torn down, broken, books in a disarray on the floor. His bedsheets are thrown about with the other chair from his desk propped against the wall in his fury.

You stare wide-eyed, but somehow, not alarmed in the slightest. You were accustomed to this sort of outburst, especially within the hard working men. You saw it in your father - even in your younger brother. “Lord Hockley,” your voice is softer again, all annoyance and anger lost at the door. 

His eyes snap up to you, as if he had just noticed your arrival or presence. “What are you doing in here? You are not to barge in a man’s room, that is uncouth for a woman of your age and status. What is wrong with you?”

“Lord Hockley-” you try to start your confession.

“A woman is not to speak up to a man; are you ferel? Are you-?”

You don’t allow him to finish his slandering, “-I am mentally efficient, Lord Hockley, and very aware of my positioning here. However, I did knock, three times to be exact, with no answer. There had been a ruckus in here for about-” you peer up at the clock above his desk, “-an hour and a half now. I came to be of assistance, but if my help is unwanted, I’d happily leave you to your self-pity on your own?”

He has no other emotion present except bewilderment plastered to his face; eyes wide, mouth agape, and at a struggle for words. His fists clench and unclench as his eyes pan down to stare at the floor, appearing deep in thought.

“Lord Hockley, if I may be so bold?” you ask, scanning his body language and searching to find the meaning of this man’s crazed outburst.

“Go ahead,” he mutters, a hand going up to rub some hair from his eyes, still staring at the floor. 

“You may confide in me if that means helping your mental health?” you offer. You know this could go one of two ways: either one, he’ll turn you away, suffer alone, and claim that men have no such weaknesses, or two, he’ll let his guard drop and release him from these dark episodes he’s no stranger to. The latter seems rather unlikely.

“I am not mental.”

“I did not say that. I was simply insisting that everyone has a dark place their mind goes to, which is a detriment to a person’s mental health. Let alone someone who is expected to heal quickly and pick up the family business, am I correct?”

Just as you thought you were getting somewhere, Cal’s eyes snap back up to yours with anger, the malicious anger tearing at his body again, “You know nothing of my family’s business and nothing of me. You have no audacity as to even assume or place yourself in my shoes. I should have you thrown out or hanged for your mouth alone. Get out!”

“Just trying to be of service, sir, since I’m at your will!” you smile sickeningly, bowing to him and sliding through the door just as a book is picked up and thrown.

You let out a deep breath of air on the other side of his door, now in the safety of the hallway. Your throat tightens with a soft sob, tears welling in your eyes. You truly feel as a prisoner on death row, hands and ankles encased in heavy metal cuffs; struggling to walk under the watchful gazes and heavy chains slowing you down, keeping you locked in this manor. 

You weren’t the perpetrator, you know this, but you were framed to support the guilty with your own naivety and love.

You drag yourself back down to the kitchen to finish the man’s meal with dejection, but still devoted for the greater future - when you no longer have to be a maid in this manor and be free, lost in the world again.

“Lord Hockley?” you call once more at his door, only this time, you’re holding his tray of dinner. “I have your meal, are you decent?”

You hear a muffled ‘Yes’ and proceed through the door cautiously.

It seems he’s settled now, sitting at his desk with notes and papers scattering the floor and desk. He hadn’t cleaned the room, which you suspected you’d have to clean in the near future. However, you notice the bed is drenched in liquid, and when you look back at him, you notice sweat beading at his forehead, a thin sheen of sweat glistening against his skin.

“Lord Hockley?” you call again, stepping closer towards him. He chooses not t answer you, so you press further. “You’re sweating.”

“I’m very well aware of what my body is doing.”

“Are you feeling ill? I can help you if-” you are cut off by his fist meeting the solid oak of the desk.

“I do not need any assistance from the likes of you, nor do I want it,” his voice is stern, scary.

You try not to lose your temper so easily this time, so you give him a kind, tight-lipped smile. “Of course, my lord, you are a man after all. A man is able to take care of himself just fine, though he installs many maids within his manor. Maids like me,” you giggle dryly, “What shall I do instead, since you are able to clean, cook, and much more without the help of the ‘likes of me’?”

Caledon only groans, “Just leave the food here, you are dismissed. I’ll leave my tray for you to clean in the morning.”

“Oh, how kind,” you roll your eyes, scurrying to the door.

“Oh, and Miss, maybe you could find a better countenance and leave your convictions in your pillow when you arise. Wouldn’t want to explain to my father - and yours - as to why you were no longer needed and let go.”

You can hear the sinister smirk in his voice, but you choose to ignore it - for now -  and head to bed briskly.

The next two weeks follow you in a similar form. You do as your told, albeit begrudgingly, and get into many of your childish arguments. Your interactions with the man are nasty and violent at times, always finding yourself dodging an object, taking threats, and coming in the next morning asking for more. 

More, more, more; you ask for more because there is nothing else to be given. You have to take everything as a grain of salt. You have to because this means your father’s life and yours. If you manage to screw up, and you will, they will not only have your father’s head, but yours for Caledon’s punctured ego.

Though, somewhere within those weeks, you started to care less and less.

“Lord Hockley?” you knock at his door, tray of food in hand. He once more gives you no answer, so you push in.

Greeted by no light in the room, you walk around in the darkness, knowing this room like the back of your palm now. Placing the tray of food on the oak countertop and go to strike a match, lighting the candle on the desk. Going around the room, you light each and every one of them until the room is dimly lit enough to see.

On the bed, you find Caledon, sweat having gotten worse as you’ve noticed he never leaves his room. When you step closer, he is shivering, teeth chattering. Worried, you go to place the back of your hand to his forehead, but quickly draw your hand back when he jerks upright.

“Lord Hockley!” you jump, the ghost of his skin still lingering on the pads of your fingers. “You’re burning up, I need to help assist you now. You’re very ill and the sickness has gone on long enough-”

“No!” his voice rips through you quiet pleas, rattling off the walls.

“But, Lord Hockley-”

“I said ‘No’! I do not want assistance, I am a grown man!”

“’You can take care of yourself’, yeah, yeah, bullshit!” you scream, the frustration, fear, and hurt finally meeting your words as you are blinded by your emotions.

“What did you say?” Caledon looks at you in disbelief.

You cringe as you can guess what is about to take place in mere minutes, but you don’t hold back anymore. “Is your bigotry deafening your hearing or did you hear me call bullshit?”

Shakily, Caledon gets off his bed, his frame towering yours as he glares down at you with pale skin and dark, chocolate brown eyes.

“Your father wouldn’t want you to be sick, knowing that you would have to run his business soon.”

“My father-” Caledon cuts himself off, a hand going to wipe his face. “This has nothing to do with the business.”

“No? Well then, why else would I have to pamper you like a king? Is it because you’re defective?”

Caledon’s pacing now, trying to calm his increasing ragged breathing.

“Or is it because your useless to him? Mentally unstable?” you continue, trying to get a rise out of him.

“You know nothing of his business nor my personal life!” Caledon snaps back to you, anger finally bursting.

As his anger ensues, he takes steps close to you each time, piercing his thick index finger into you chest for emphasis. “You are nothing, you are worthless. I am a wealthy businessman. I am a strong, independent man with power. People would miss me if I were gone!”

“If you’re such a big man, you wouldn’t lock yourself away in your room like a toddler.”

That’s what finally did him in. You pressed a personal button when your short quips finally hit a nerve, testing his masculinity. Before you have time to react, a glass vase is hurled at you. It was a short throw, and was nowhere near your face, however it caught you by surprise and smashed against your hip.

You ignore the pain, though all you wanted to do was bury yourself in a hole. You came here to help him, but all you are returning is anger and hurt that is most definitely placed at you. 

“You’re sick and it is my job to take care of you, so your father won’t have my ass because his baby boy isn’t okay. It’s my job to make sure you are very well satisfied. It is my job that you get your linens washed, food prepared, room cleaned, and make it my duty that your estate is fully functioning all on my own!” you jab a finger in his direction, placing more distance between your bodies until your back hits his door, his body on the other side of the room behind his desk.

He goes to say more, but you cut him off with more furious blows.

“Though, what isn’t my job is to allow you to threaten me. It isn’t my job to be belittled and yelled at by you. It isn’t my job to allow you to throw objects and whatever anger you have and hurl them at me! That is not my job, nor what I will allow any longer!”

“I never asked you to be here. I didn’t want you here. You forced yourself into my estate to protect your father. You knew what you were getting into just by the public papers alone. You knew what was to be expected and yet you came here anyway. You made a prisoner and a victim of yourself.” Caledon’s gaze does not falter and neither does yours.

“You’re correct, Lord Hockley, I may have known what I was getting myself into. What I didn’t know nor expect was the childish frustration and blatant disregard for human decency. I’ve tried over and over again to be kind, but against your better judgement, you couldn’t allow me to be the person to hold such compassion.” 

Your eyes are welling up with tears now as you feel a warm liquid flow down your palm and to the tips of your fingers.

“You do not understand what is bothering me and you never will,” Caledon finally starts to calm himself, the self-pity returning as he recounts lost memories you cannot decipher.

“No, but I have made it abundantly clear that I was here to help assist you. However, you saw it as being weak, so it wasn’t in your cards to even allow me the common courtesy of being a human being. You felt as if I was lying to you.”

“God, you are so annoying,” Caledon groans.

“The feeling’s mutual.”

“You know, when you’re silent, I almost like you -  wait, are you injured?”

“No!” you yell almost instantaneously. 

“Did I do that? Its dripping on the floor, what happened?”

“The glass,” you almost stutter, the atmosphere changing quickly. “The glass shatter and cut some of my hand, I’m fine.”

“You’re hurt.”

“And, you’re ill.”

Caledon sighs, his shoulders slumping. Motioning for you to exit the room, Caledon says nothing as you make a silent pact to clean up. 

You are suffering whiplash from the sudden change of emotion and it leaves you on edge, but with the cooling of his mood, it allows the adrenaline and some stiffness to leave you. Confusion overtakes your mind.

Guided into the kitchen, you start to take out numerous medications, searching for something to accommodate his symptoms. Caledon walks up to you quietly, almost afraid to get too close.

You do not say or look at each other, finally finding the right medicine and sliding it to him on the counter before sitting down on one of the bar stools. He sits beside you carefully, taking the medicine. 

Taking some gauze and wiping away the cuts with an alcohol wipe, you struggle to wrap your hand. That is, until a warmer, larger one goes to encompass it gently, waiting for an action of opposition to its intentions.

Caledon gaze burns the side of your head before you finally acknowledge him with fear. Softly, he starts, “…Just allow me to help?”

You nod softly as the tears form in your eyes again. Some time passes before you finally work up the nerve to ask, “Why do you do this?” 

Caledon looks up from you hand with confusion, which urges you on to elaborate, “Why does your mood change so swiftly, so suddenly?”

Sighing, Caledon gives you a firm look, as if he’s deciding whether to trust you or not -  to tell you. “The Titanic,” he starts, “When I survived, I lost almost all of who I was. When I returned home to my father, I was constantly burdened with memories. They would consume me, control me, until I felt like a madman. The only solution was anger. When the anger takes control, there is no longer that burning sadness, guilt, and regret; no hoping I’d done something differently. I couldn’t allow myself to do that because I was no longer that man anymore.”

“It’s scary,” you croak, peering into his eyes.

“It is, but what’s worse is the life I’ve lived after the episodes. My father found me defective, worthless. I will never be able to fully recover, which is bad for business. He locked me away in this estate to stay hidden from prying eyes, bedridden to remain unseen even in this secluded property. I insist on doing the simplest actions myself because it makes me feel as if I’m showing my father I am still capable, just changed.”

You nod slowly as you take in this new information, grateful. The man has finally opened up to you, he’s no longer a stranger in his own home as it seems.

Calmly, Caledon pats your hand, signalling that the wrapping is done. A hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair from your face, resting it on your cheek just afterwards. “I know I’ve hurt you, but please, try to understand me, I’m not asking for your forgiveness... I just wanted you to understand-”

“You don’t need to ask that, I already forgave you a long time ago,” you smile softly, placing one of your hands on his opposing cheek. “We will learn to adapt, just as you have many times before. We are no longer strangers, yeah?”

“Yes,” Caledon smiles with glossy eyes.

“We will work on this together. You are not alone anymore.”

Caledon looks at you with uncertainty.

“I am here, always. Understood?”

“Understood.”

Kissing his forehead softly, you other hand goes to be placed on his shoulder, “Repeat it.”

“I am not alone,” a tear slides down his cheek.

“Not as long as I’m alive,” you smirk, placing a kiss to each of his eyelids.

“Never again,” the both of you say together, lips finally meeting as if to seal the promise the both of you now shared deep in your hearts. 

“Never alone.”

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Thank you @twobrothersoneheart for tagging me! <3

15 questions 15 mutuals

Are you named after anyone?

I named myself after Caledon Hockley, otherwise known as the asshole from Titanic. I just love the way Billy Zane played him and was instantly enamored with the name Cal, which I'd never heard before.

When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday. I had a nightmare but then it turned into a dream with my doggos. My doggos passed away last summer and I miss them so much. Dreaming about them made me tear up.

Do you have kids?

Nope and I'm fairly certain I won't have any. It's tough enough to take care of myself with all my subluxations and other medical conditions. It wouldn't be fair to the kid or any potential partner. Also, lifting babies up increases the chance of me subluxing/dislocating. I know because it's happened. -_-

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Me? Use sarcasm? Perish the thought.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

The way they carry themselves and their body language. Do you have perfect posture? Do you slouch? Do you hold yourself with your arms open or closed?

What's your eye colour?

Brown, but they're gold in the sunlight.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings 100%. Maybe even a scary movie with a happy ending!

Any special talents?

I'm a watercolor artist. I can knit many scarves. I like to think that I can sing.

Where were you born?

Here in the city of hot dogs without ketchup.

Have you any pets?

Our family has Henry the Worst, our terrible no good black cat whom we love dearly. He is a precious loaf.

What are your hobbies?

Writing (well, when it happens), painting, applying pressure to myself for no good reason/making everything 10x harder than it needs to be, knitting, reading, and watching the same 10 movies over and over again.

What sports do you play/have played?

My parents made me join a soccer team when I was in elementary school. I hated every minute of it and dropped out as soon as possible. Now, what do I love to watch? HOCKEY. I live for hockey.

How tall are you?

I'm somewhere between 5'7" and 5'8".

Favorite subject in school?

I loved English, Art, Photography, and History. Basically anything that wasn't math or science.

Dream job?

You know, I have no idea. I'm not working now so it's tough to imagine any type of work. In an AU of my life, I'd be a social worker at a library, a librarian, or the owner of a bookstore/cafe.

I'm so awkward about tagging folks. If you see this, please fill it out, I'd love to see your answers. <3

#cal answers #long post

[rendellstreet]

“I tracked it down through insurance records. An old claim that was settled under terms of absolute secrecy. Can you tell me who the claimant was, Rose?”

“I should imagine someone named Hockley.”

“Nathan Hockley, that's right. Pittsburgh steel tycoon. The claim was for a diamond necklace his son Caledon bought his fiancée. You. A week before he sailed on Titanic. It was filed right after the sinking, so the diamond had to have gone down with the ship.”

#Titanic #Titanic 1997 #titanicedit #perioddramaedit #filmedit #you-jump-i-jump #titanicbeforeblood #periodramasource #imperatorcorleone #insertartisthere #jooferslannister #taitanique #thehylianbatman #Rendell's Gifs #My gifs #Mine #Can you believe it's been 20 years since this movie came out - #Still iconic tbh -

[deathpups]

THE ENTIRE SCRIPT OF TITANIC

( SonarPings) Man: ( SonarPings) Okay, take her up and overthe bow rail. ( OverRadio ): Okay, Mir2, we're going overthe bow. Staywith us. ( SonarPings) ( Mechanical Whirring) Okay, quiet. We're rolling. Seeing her coming out of the darkness like a ghost ship still gets me everytime-- To see the sad ruin ofthe great ship sitting here where she landed at 2:30 in the morning ofApril 1 5, 1 91 2 after her long fall from the world above. ( ManSnickers) You are so full ofshit, boss. - ( Giggles) - ( Mechanical Whirring) ( SonarPinging) Man: Dive six-- Here we are again on the deck of Titanic The pressure outside is These windows are nine inches thick and ifthey go it's sayonara in two microseconds. All right, enough ofthat bullshit. ( Mechanical Whirring) Just put her down on the roofof the officer's quarters likeyesterday. - Man: Sure. - Man ( OverRadio ): Okay, Mir 2. We have landed right on the grand staircase. You guys set to launch? Yeah, Brock-- Launching Dunkin now. Go, Charlie. - All right, tether out. - Man: Tether out. Man ( OverRadio ): Okay, Brock, we're dropping down along the hull. Rogerthat. Okay, drop down and go into the first-class gangway door. I wantyou guys working the D deck reception area and the dining saloon. Man ( OverRadio ): Copythat. - Tether out. - Man: Tether out. - Now left, left. - I'm coming left. Brock: Snoop Dog is on the move. We're headed down the stairwell. Okay, Lewis, drop down to B deck. A deck. Lewis: Give me some rope, Captain. B deck-- get in there, get in there. Brock: Watch the doorframe. Watch the doorframe. - I see it. I got it. - ( Bang) ( Mechanical Whirring) - ( Cracking) - We're good.Just chill, boss. Brock: Makeyourturn. Come around. - Lewis: Cable out, Captain. - Makeyourturn. Watch the wall. Yeah, Brock, we're at the piano,you copy? Brock: Okay, copythat. Brock: Okay, right there. Right there. That's it! - That's the bedroom door. - I see it. I see it. We're in! We're in, baby. We're there! Brock: That's Hockley's bed. That's where the son ofa bitch slept. Lewis: Oops, somebody left the water running. Hey, hold itjust a second. Go backto the right. That wardrobe door-- get closer. - You smelling something, boss? - I want to see what's under it. - Give me my hands, man. - ( Mechanical Whirring) All right. - Take it easy, it might come apart. - Okay. Go, go, go, go. Flip it over. Flip it over. Go. Keep going, go, go, go. Okay, drop it. Oh, baby, baby, areyou seeing this, boss? It's payday, boys. (ManSpeaking OverLoudspeaker) ( Cheering) ( lmitates Cash Register): Ka-ching! - We did it, Bobby. - Lewis: Oh,yeah. Who's the man? Who's the best, baby? Say it. Say it. You are, Lewis. ( SawBuzzingLoudly) - Bobby, my cigar. - Bobby: Right here. ( Cheering) Brock: Okay, crack her open. ( ManSpeaking OverLoudspeaker) Shit. No diamond. You know, boss, this same thing happened to Geraldo and his career never recovered. Turn the camera off. Bobby: Brock, the partners would like to know how it's going. Hey, Dave, Barry, hi. Look, it wasn't in the safe but hey, hey, don't worry about it. There's still plenty of places it could be. Hell yes! Floor debris in the suite, the mother's room, purser's safe on C deck. -Jimmy Hoffa's briefcase. - Brock: A dozen other places. Guys, look,you'vejust got to trust my instincts. I know we're close. Wejust got to go through a little process ofelimination. Hang on a second. - Let me see that. - We might have something here, guys. Where's the photograph ofthe necklace? We'll call you right back. I'll be goddamned. Reporter: Treasure hunter Brock Lovett is best known forfinding Spanish gold. It's okay. I'll feed you in a minute. Now he has chartered Russian subs to reach the most famous shipwreck ofall: the Titanic. He is with us live via satellite from the research ship Keldysh in the North Atlantic. - Hello, Brock. - Brock: Hello, Tracy. Everyone knows the familiar stories of Titanic-- the nobility, the band playing till the very end and all that. But what I'm interested in are the untold stories the secrets locked deep inside the hull of Titanic. We're out here using robot technology to go further into the wreck than anybody's ever done before. Your expedition is at the center ofa storm ofcontroversy over salvage rights and even ethics. Many are callingyou a grave robber. Nobody called the recovery ofartifacts of King Tut's tomb "grave robbing." - Woman: What is it? - Turn that up, dear. I have museum-trained experts out here making sure that these relics are preserved and catalogued properly. Take a look at this drawing that we foundjust today: A piece of paperthat's been underwaterfor 84 years and myteam were able to preserve it intact. Should this have remained unseen at the bottom ofthe ocean for eternity? I'll be goddamned. Man (Over Loudspeaker): Vnimanye, vnimanye... Bobby: Brock! There's a satellite call foryou. Bobby, we're launching. You see these submersibles going in the water? Trust me, buddy. You want to take this call. This better be good. You got to speak up. She's kind ofold. Great. This Brock Lovett. - How can I helpyou, Mrs.-- - Calvert. Rose Calvert. Mrs. Calvert? I wasjust wondering ifyou had found the Heart ofthe Ocean yet, Mr. Lovett. Told you you wanted to take the call. All right,you have my attention, Rose. Can you tell us who the woman in the picture is? Oh,yes. The woman in the picture is me. ( Yelling OverEngineNoise): She's a goddamned liar-- Some nut case seeking money or publicity. God only knows why, like that Russian babe, Anesthesia. They're inbound! Rose Dewitt Bukater died on the Titanic when she was 1 7, right? - That's right. - Ifshe had lived, she'd be over 1 00. Okay, so she's a very old goddamned liar. Look, I've already done the background on this woman all the way backto the '20s when she was working as an actress. An actress! There's yourfirst clue, Sherlock. Her name was Rose Dawson backthen. Then she marries this guy named Calvert. They move to Cedar Rapids and she punches out a couple of kids. Now, Calvert's dead, and from what I hear, Cedar Rapids is dead. And everybodywho knows about the diamond is supposed to be dead or on this boat, but she knows. Doesn't exactly travel light, does she? Mrs. Calvert, I'm Brock Lovett. Welcome to the Keldysh. Okay, let's get her inside there. - Hi, Ms. Calvert. - Hi. Welcome to the Keldysh. Man: Hey. Hey! - ( Knocking) - Rose: Yes? - Areyour staterooms all right? - Rose: Oh,yes, very nice. Haveyou met my granddaughter Lizzie? She takes care of me. We metjust a few minutes ago. Remember, Nana, up on deck? There, that's nice. Have to have my pictures when I travel. Can I getyou anything? ls there anythingyou'd like? Yes. I would like to see my drawing. Brock: Louis XVI wore a fabulous stone that was called the Blue Diamond ofthe Crown which disappeared in 1 792 about the same time old Louis lost everything from the neck up. The theory goes that the crown diamond was chopped, too recut into a heart-like shape that became known as "Heart ofthe Ocean." Today it would be worth more than the Hope Diamond. It was a dreadful, heavything. I onlywore it this once. Lizzie: You actuallythinkthis isyou, Nana? It is me, dear. Wasn't I a dish? I tracked it down through insurance records-- An old claim that was settled underterms ofabsolute secrecy. Can you tell me who the claimant was, Rose? I should imagine someone named Hockley. Brock: Nathan Hockley, that's right. Pittsburgh steel tycoon. Claim was for a diamond necklace his son Caledon bought his fiancee--you a week before he sailed on Titanic. It was filed right afterthe sinking so the diamond had to have gone down with the ship. You see the date? "April 1 4, 1 91 2." Which means ifyour grandmother is who she says she is she was wearing the diamond the daythe Titanicsank. And that makesyou my new best friend. These are some ofthe things we recovered from your stateroom. This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as it did the last time I saw it. The reflection has changed a bit. ( GaspsQuietly) Areyou readyto go backto Titanic? Lewis: Okay, here we go. She hits the berg on the starboard side, right? She kind of bumps along punching holes like Morse code-- dit-dit-dit-- along the side, below the waterline. Then the forward compartments start to flood. Now as the water level rises, it spills overthe watertight bulkheads which unfortunately don't go any higherthan E deck. So now as the bow goes down, the stern rises up slow at first, then faster and faster until finally she's got herwhole ass is sticking up in the air and that's a big ass. We're talking And the hull's not designed to deal with that pressure, so what happens? She splits, right down to the keel and the stern falls back level. Then as the bow sinks, it pulls the stern vertical and finally detaches. Now, the stern sectionjust kind of bobs there like a cork for a couple of minutes, floods and finally goes under about 2:20 a.m. two hours and 40 minutes afterthe collision. The bow section planes away landing about a halfa mile away going 20, 30 knots when it hits the ocean floor. ( lmitates Crashing) Pretty cool, huh? Thankyou forthat fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Ofcourse, the experience of it was somewhat different. Will you share it with us? ( Music Playing) ( Crying) - I'm taking herto rest. - No. - Come on, Nana. - No! Tape recorder. Tell us, Rose. It's been 84 years. It's okay.Just tryto remember anything-- anything at all. Doyou want to hearthis or not, Mr. Lovett? It's been 84 years... and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanicwas called "The Ship of Dreams" and it was, it reallywas. Man: All third-class passengers with a forward berth this way, please, this queue. - Right here. - Big boat, huh? - Daddy, it's a ship. - You're right. ( CarHorn Tooting) I don't see what all the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania. You can be blase about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over 1 00 feet longerthan Mauritania and far more luxurious. Your daughter is fartoo difficult to impress, Ruth. So this is the ship they say is unsinkable. It is unsinkable. God Himselfcould not sinkthis ship. Sir,you have to check your baggage through the main terminal. - It's round that way, sir. - I put myfaith in you, good sir. - Now, kindly see my man. - Yes, sir, my pleasure, sir. - If I can do anything at all. - Oh,yes, right. All the trunks from that carthere to the parlor suite, rooms B-52, 54, 56. - ( Whistle Blowing) - Ladies... better hurry. ( People Saying Good-byes) - My coat? - Woman: I have it. Man: All third-class passengers due here for a health inspection. All third-class passengers due here for health inspection. Head up. Welcome aboard, ma'am. Welcome to Titanic. Rose: It wastheShip ofDreams to everyone else. To meit wasaslave ship takingmeback toAmerica in chains. Outwardly, I waseverything a well-brought-up girlshouldbe. Inside, I wasscreaming. ( Steam Whistle Blows Loudly) ( SpeakingSwedish ) Jack,you are pazzo. You bet everything we have. When you got nothing you got nothing to lose. Sven? All right, moment oftruth. Somebody's life's about to change. Fabrizio? -Niente. -Niente. - Ola?. - Nothing. Sven? Uh-oh. Two pair. I'm sorry, Fabrizio. Che"sorry?" Ma vaffanculo! You bet all the money. I'm sorry,you're not going to see your mom again for a long time because we're going to America. - Full house, boys. - Whoa! - Yeah! -Dio mio, grazie! ( Cursingln Swedish ) - Come on. - Figlio diputtana! - I'm going home! - ( Cursingln Swedish ) - I'm going home. - I go to America. Man: No, mate. Titanic go to America in five minutes. - Come on. Come on. Here. - Fabrizio: Andiamo. We're riding in high style now. We're a couple of regular swells. We're practically goddamn royalty, ragazzo mio. Fabrizio: You see, it's my destino! Like I told you, I go to America to be milionario. - Driver: Whoa, whoa! - Bastardo! - You're pazzo! - Maybe, but I've got the tickets. - Come on, I thoughtyou were fast. - Aspetta! Wait, wait! Hey, wait! We're passengers. Passengers. Haveyou been through the inspection queue? Ofcourse. Anyway, we don't have any lice. - We're Americans, both of us. - Right, come aboard. We're the luckiest sons of bitches in the world,you know that? ( Ship's Horn Blares) Good-bye! - You know somebody? - Ofcourse not. That's not the point. Good-bye! I'll missyou! Good-bye! I'm going to neverforgetyou. ( Crowd Cheering) All the way, darling. Excuse me, ma'am. Oh, right here. Hey, howyou doing? Jack. Nice to meetyou. I'mJack Dawson. Nice to meetyou. Howyou doing? Who saysyou get the top bunk? ( SpeakingSwedish ) This isyour private promenade deck, sir. Would you be requiring anything? - Hmm. - Excuse me. - Woman: This one? - Rose: No. It had a lot offaces on it. This is the one. Would you like all ofthem out, miss? Yes, we need a little color in this room. Put it in there, in the wardrobe. God, not those finger paintings again. They certainlywere a waste of money. The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're fascinating, like being inside a dream or something. - There's truth, but no logic. - What's the artist's name? - Something Picasso. - "Something Picasso." He won't amount to a thing. He won't, trust me. - Put the Degas in the bedroom. - At least theywere cheap. Ah, put it in the wardrobe. AtCherbourg, a woman came aboardnamedMargaretBrown. We all calledherMolly. Historywould callher "the Unsinkable MollyBrown. " Well, I wasn't about to wait all dayforyou, sonny. Here,you thinkyou can manage? Herhusbandhadstruckgold someplace out West andshe was whatmothercalled "newmoney. " By thenext afternoon, we were steaming westfrom the coastoflreland with nothing outaheadofus butocean. Take herto sea, Mr. Murdoch. - Let's stretch her legs. - Yes, sir. - All ahead full, Mr. Moody. - Very good, sir. - ( Bells Ringing) - ( BelIRings) - All ahead full. - Man ( Shouting): All ahead full! Come on, lads. Get moving. What's the reading? ( Crew TalkingAndShouting) All right, let's stoke them right up! We're going full ahead! Hey, look, look, look! Look, look! See it? There's another one. See him? Look at that one. Look at himjump! Whoo-hoo! Whoo! I can see the Statue of Liberty already! Very small, ofcourse. I'm the king ofthe world! ( WhoopingAnd Yelling) ( Whooping) Man: She's the largest moving object ever made bythe hand of man in all history. And our master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews here designed her from the keel plates up. Well, I may have knocked hertogether but the idea was Mr. Ismay's. He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale and so luxurious in its appointments that its supremacywould never be challenged. And here she is willed into solid reality. Man: Hear, hear. You know I don't like that, Rose. She knows. We'll both have the lamb, rare, with very little mint sauce. Hmm,you like lamb, right, sweet pea? Areyou going to cut her meat for her, too, there, Cal? Hey, uh, who thought ofthe name "Titanic"? - Was ityou, Bruce? - Well,yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size and the size means stability Iuxury, and above all, strength. Doyou know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest toyou. - What's gotten intoyou? - Excuse me. - I do apologize. - She's a pistol, Cal. - Hopeyou can handle her. - Well, I may have to start minding... what she reads from now on, won't l, Mrs. Brown? Freud-- Who is he? ls he a passenger? ( Man ExplainingPropeller To Little Girl) It makes these waves, makes them spin. Fabrizio: The ship is nice, huh? - Yeah, it's an lrish ship. - Is English, no? No, it was built in lreland. Solid as a rock. Big lrish hands. That's typical. First-class dogs come down here to take a shit. Uh, it lets us know where we rank in the scheme ofthings. Like we could forget? - I'm Tommy Ryan. -Jack Dawson. - Hello. - Fabrizio. Hi. Doyou make any money with your drawings? Oh, forget it, boyo. You'd as like have angels fly outyour arse as get next to the likes of her. ( Laughs) - Doyou mind? - I hopeyou're proud ofthis. Isawmy whole life asifl'dalreadylivedit-- an endlessparade ofparties andcotillions yachts andpolo matches always thesamenarrowpeople, thesamemindless chatter. Ifelt likel wasstanding atagreatprecipice with no one topullmeback no one who cared oreven noticed. - ( Woman Grunts) - ( RoseSobbing) ( RunningFeetAndSobbing) ( TakingShort, Anxious Breaths) Don't do it. Stay back. Don't come any closer. Come on.Just give meyour hand. I'll pull you back over. No! Staywhereyou are. I mean it. I'll let go. No,you won't. What doyou mean, no, I won't? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do. You don't know me. Well,you would have done it already. You're distracting me. Go away. I can't. I'm involved now. You let go and I'm going to have to jump in there afteryou. Don't be absurd. You'll be killed. - I'm a good swimmer. - The fall alone would kill you. - It would hurt. - I'm not saying it wouldn't. To tell you the truth I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold. ( ShoeDrops To Deck) - How cold? - Freezing. Maybe a couple degrees over. You ever, uh... ever been to Wisconsin? What? Well, they have some ofthe coldest winters around. I grew up there near Chippewa Falls. I rememberwhen I was a kid, me and myfather, we went ice fishing out on Lake Wissota. Ice fishing is,you know, whereyou-- ( Angrily): I know what ice fishing is! Sorry. Youjust seem like,you know, kind ofan indoor girl. Anyway, l, uh... I fell through some thin ice and I'm tellingyou... waterthat cold, like right down there it hitsyou like a thousand knives stabbingyou all overyour body. You can't breathe, you can't think-- at least not about anything but the pain. Which is why I'm not looking forward tojumping in there afteryou. Like I said... I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kind of hoping you'll come back overthe rail and get me offthe hook here. You're crazy. That's what everybody says, but with all due respect, miss I'm not the one hanging off the back ofa ship here. Come on. Come on, give meyour hand. You don't want to do this. Whew! I'mJack Dawson. Rose Dewitt Bukater. I'm going to have to getyou to write that one down. Come on. - ( Screams) - ( Grunting) I gotyou! Come on. Come on! ( Screams) Help! Please! Help! Please! - Please get me! - Listen. Listen to me. I've gotyou. I won't let go. Now pull yourself up. Come on. ( Grunts) Come on. That's right. You can do it. I gotyou. What's all this? You stand back! And don't move an inch! - Fetch the master-at-arms! - Care for a brandy? Cal: This is completely unacceptable! What madeyou think thatyou could putyour hands on myfiancee? - Look at me,you filth! - Cal... - What doyou thinkyou were doing? - Cal, stop. - It was an accident. - An accident? It was. Stupid really. I was leaning over, and I slipped. I was leaning far over to see the, uh... uh... uh... the, uh... uh... - Propellers? - propellers and I slipped. And I would have gone overboard but Mr. Dawson here saved me and almost went over himself. You wanted to see... She wanted to see the propellers. Like I said, women and machinery do not mix. Was that the way of it? Yeah. Yeah, that was pretty much it. Well, the boy's a hero then. Good foryou, son. Well done. So it's all's well and backto our brandy, eh? Look atyou. You must be freezing. Let's getyou inside. Perhaps a little something forthe boy. Ofcourse. Mr. Lovejoy, I think a 20 should do it. Is that the going rate for saving the woman you love? Rose is displeased. What to do? I know. Perhapsyou couldjoin us for dinnertomorrow evening to regale our group with...your heroic tale. Sure, count me in. Good. Settled then. This should be interesting. Mmm. ( Whistles) Can l, uh... bum a smoke? You'll want to tie those. It's interesting. Theyoung lady slips so suddenly and you still had time to removeyourjacket and your shoes. - ( Music BoxPlaying Tune) - ( KnockAtDoor) ( DoorOpens) I knowyou've been melancholy. I don't pretend to know why. I intended to save this until the engagement gala next week. But I thought tonight. Good gracious. Perhaps as a reminder of myfeelings foryou. - Is it a... - Diamond? Yes. It was worn by Louis XVI and they called it "Le CoeurDeLa Mer. " Both: The Heart ofthe Ocean. Yes. It's overwhelming. Well, it's for royalty. We are royalty, Rose. You know, there's nothing I couldn't giveyou. There's nothing I'd denyyou ifyou would not deny me. Now open your heart to me, Rose. Jack: Well, I've been on my own since I was 1 5 since myfolks died. And I had no brothers or sisters or close kin in that part ofthe country. So I lit on out ofthere and I haven't been back since. You couldjust call me a tumbleweed blowing in the wind. Well, Rose... we've walked about a mile around this boat deck and chewed over how great the weather's been and how I grew up but I reckon that's not why you came to talkto me, is it? - Mr. Dawson, l-- -Jack. Jack... I want to thankyou forwhatyou did. Notjust for... for pulling me back but foryour discretion. You're welcome. Look, I know whatyou must be thinking. Poor little rich girl. What does she know about misery? No. No, that's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was what could have happened to this girl to make herthink she had no way out? Well, l-- It was everything. It was mywhole world and all the people in it and the inertia of my life plunging ahead and me, powerless to stop it. God! Look at that thing. You would have gone straight to the bottom. All of Philadelphia society will be there and all the while I feel I'm... standing in the middle ofa crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up. Doyou love him? - Pardon me? - Doyou love him? You're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this. Well, it's a simple question. Doyou love the guy or not? This is not a suitable conversation. -Why can'tyoujust answerthe question? -( Nervous Laughter) This is absurd. You don't know me, and I don't knowyou and we are not having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth and presumptuous and I am leaving now. Jack. Mr. Dawson, it's been a pleasure. I soughtyou out to thankyou and now I have thanked you... - And you've insulted me. - Well,you deserved it. - Right. - Right. - I thoughtyou were leaving. - I am. You are so annoying. - ( Chuckles) - Wait. I don't have to leave. This is my part ofthe ship. You leave. Oh-ho-ho, well, well, well. Now who's being rude? What is this stupid thing you're carrying around? So what areyou, an artist or something? Well, these are rather good. They're, uh-- They're very good actually. Jack, this is exquisite work. They didn't thinktoo much ofthem in old Paree. Paris! You do get around for a poor-- Well, uh, uh, a person of limited means. Go on, a poor guy, you can say it. Well, well, well. And these were drawn from life? Well, that's one ofthe good things about Paris-- Iots ofgirls willing to take their clothes off. You liked this woman. You used her several times. Well, she had beautiful hands, you see? I thinkyou must have had a love affairwith her. No, no, no, no, no. Just with her hands. She was a one-legged prostitute. See? - ( Aghast): Oh! - ( Both Chuckle) Ah, she had a good sense of humor, though. Oh, and this lady... she used to sit at this bar every night wearing every piece ofjewelry she owned just waiting for her long-lost love. Called her Madame Bijou. See how her clothes are all moth-eaten? Well,you have a gift,Jack. You do. You see people. I seeyou. And? You wouldn't havejumped. But the purpose of university is to find a suitable husband. Rose has already done that. Look, here comes that vulgar Brown woman. Quickly, get up before she sits with us. Hello, girls. I was hoping I'd catch you at tea. We're awfully sorry you missed it. The countess and I werejust off to take the air on the boat deck. What a lovely idea. I need to catch up on my gossip. Molly: Countess. Soyou've notyet lit the last four boilers? No, I don't see the need. We are making excellent time. The press knows the size of Titanic. Now I want them to marvel at her speed. We must give them something new to print. This maiden voyage of Titanic must make headlines. Mr. Ismay, I would prefer not to push the engines until they've been properly run in. Ofcourse I'mjust a passenger. I leave it toyour good offices to decide what's best. But what a glorious end toyourfinal crossing ifwe were to get into New York on Tuesday night and surprise them all. Make the morning papers. Retire with a bang, eh, E.J.? Good man. Well, afterthat I worked on a squid boat in Monterey. Then I went down to Los Angeles to the pier in Santa Monica and started doing portraits there forten cents apiece. Why can't I be likeyou,Jack-- just head out forthe horizon whenever I feel like it? Saywe'll go there sometime to that pier even ifwe only everjust talk about it. No, we'll do it. We'll drink cheap beer. We'll ride on the roller coastertill we throw up. Then we'll ride horses on the beach right in the surf. Butyou'll have to do it like a real cowboy. None ofthat sidesaddle stuff. - You mean, one leg on each side? - Yeah. - Can you show me? - Sure... ifyou like. - Teach me to ride like a man. - And chew tobacco like a man. And spit like a man. They didn't teach you that in finishing school? - No. - Well, come on, I'll showyou. Let's do it. I'll showyou how. Come on. Jack, no!Jack, no! Wait,Jack. No,Jack. I couldn't possibly,Jack. Watch closely. - That's disgusting! - All right,yourturn. That was pitiful! Come on,you really got to hawk it back,you know? Get some leverage to it. Useyour arms, arcyour neck. ( Hawks) - See the range on that thing? - Mm-hmm. - ( RoseHawking) -Jack: Okay, go. ( Hawks) -That was better. You got to work on it. -Really? Reallytry and hawk it up and get some bodyto it,you know? You got to... ( Snorting) ( Swallows) Mother. May I introduceJack Dawson? Charmed, I'm sure. The others were gracious andcurious abouttheman who hadsavedmylife butmymotherlookedathim likean insect-- a dangerous insect which mustbesquashedquickly. Well,Jack, sounds likeyou're a good man to have around in a sticky spot. ( TrumpetPlayingFanfare) Why do they always insist on announcing dinner like a damn cavalry charge? - ( Laughs) - Shall we go to dress, Mother? Seeyou at dinner,Jack. Uh, son? Son! Doyou have the slightest comprehension whatyou're doing? Not really. Well,you're about to go into the snake pit. What areyou planning to wear? I figured. Come on. I was right. You and my son arejust about the same size. Pretty close. - ( Whistles) - You shine up like a new penny. ( Laughs) Good evening, sir. ( Orchestra Playing "On TheBeautifuIBlueDanube") Good evening. Man: Hello. Cal: Doyou know that there are several thousand tons of Hockley steel in this very ship? - Ruth: Hmm. Which part? - Cal: All the right ones, ofcourse. Then we'll know who to hold accountable ifthere's a problem. - Where's my daughter? - Oh, she'll be along. - There is the countess. - Hello, my dear. - Good evening, Cal. - Cal: So good to seeyou. I saw that in a nickelodeon once and I always wanted to do it. ( Snickers) Ruth: I'll seeyou at dinner. Darling? Surely you remember Mr. Dawson. Dawson? ( Chuckles) Well, it's amazing. You could almost pass for a gentleman. - Almost. - Extraordinary. Ruth: My dear, it's delightful to seeyou. What a remarkable voyage this is. - It's mad, isn't it? - Ruth: I loveyour perfume. There's the Countess of Rothes. And, um, that'sJohnJacob Astor-- the richest man on the ship. His little wifeythere, Madeleine, is my age and in delicate condition. See how she's trying to hide it? - Quite the scandal. - Hmm. And that's Benjamin Guggenheim and his mistress Madame Aubert. Mrs. Guggenheim is at home with the children, ofcourse. And over here we have Sir Cosmo and Lucille Lady Duff-Gordon. She designs naughty lingerie, among her manytalents. Very popularwith the royals. Congratulations, Hockley. She's splendid. Why, thankyou. - Care to escort a ladyto dinner? - Certainly. - ( Chuckling) - Sweat pea? - Cal: Sweet pea. - Ain't nothin' to it, is there,Jack? Remember, they love money, sojust pretend likeyou own a gold mine... and you're in the club. - Hey, Astor! - Well, hello, Molly. Nice to seeyou. J.J. Madeleine, I'd likeyou to meetJack Dawson. - How doyou do? - Pleasure. Hello,Jack. Areyou ofthe Boston Dawsons? No-- the Chippewa Falls Dawsons, actually. Oh,yes. Yes. Hemusthave been nervous, butheneverfaltered. Theyassumed he wasone ofthem-- Heir to a railroadfortune, perhaps. Newmoney, obviously, butstilla memberofthe club. Mother, ofcourse, couldalways be countedupon. Tell us ofthe accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hearthey're quite good on this ship. The best I've seen, ma'am. Hardly any rats. ( Laughter) Mr. Dawson isjoining us from the third class. He was ofsome assistance to myfiancee last night. It turns out that Mr. Dawson is quite a fine artist. He was kind enough to show me some of his worktoday. Rose and I differ somewhat in our definition offine art. Not to impugn yourwork, sir. ( Clears Throat) Ismay: She may be mine on paper but in the eyes ofGod, she belongs to Thomas Andrews. ( Whispering): Are these all for me? Just start from the outside and workyourway in. He knows every rivet in her, don'tyou, Thomas? - Your ship is a wonder, truly. - Thankyou, Rose. - And how doyou takeyour caviar, sir? - No caviarfor me, thanks. Never did like it much. And where, exactly, doyou live, Mr. Dawson? Well, right now, my address is the R.M.S. Titanic. Afterthat, I'm on God's good humor. And how is it you have means to travel? I work myway from place to place-- You know, tramp steamers and such. But I won myticket on Titanic here at a lucky hand at poker. A very lucky hand. - All life is a game of luck. - Mmm. A real man makes his own luck, Archie. - Right, Dawson? - Mmm. And you find that sort of rootless existence appealing, doyou? Well,yes, ma'am, I do. I mean, got everything I need right here with me. Got air in my lungs and a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's going to happen orwho I'm going to meet, where I'm going to wind up. Just the other night, I was sleeping under a bridge, and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. - ( Laughter) - I'll take some more ofthat. I figure life's a gift, and I don't intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you're going to get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes atyou. Hereyou go, Cal. To make each day count. - Well said,Jack. - Hear, hear! To making it count. - All: To making it count. - Archie: Bravo. ( MollyLaughing) Mr. Brown had no idea I'd hidden the money in the stove. ( Laughter) So he comes home drunk as a pig, celebrating and he lights a fire. ( Laughter) ( Softly): Next it'll be brandies in the smoking room. Archie: Well,join me in a brandy, gentlemen? ( MenAgree) Now they retreat into a cloud ofsmoke and congratulate each other on being masters ofthe universe. Ladies, thankyou for the pleasure ofyour company. Rose, may I escortyou backto the cabin? - No, I'll stay here. - Hereyou go, Molly. Archie: Joining us, Dawson? You don't want to stay out here with the women, doyou? No, thanks. I've got to be heading back. - Ah. - Probably best. It'll be all business and politics, that sort ofthing-- Wouldn't interestyou. But Dawson, good ofyou to come. Jack, mustyou go? Time for me to go row with the other slaves. Good night, Rose. ( Clock BeginsChiming) ( Sighs) Soyou want to go to a real party? - ( Drums Pounding, Men Whooping) - ( PlayingLively Tune) Is okay I put my hand here? Okay. - Talla frikkensvenska? - What? ( Repeats Phrase) I can't understand you. ( GlassShatters) Hey! Bravo, bravo! - Thankyou. Come on, guys. - Let's go! I'm going to dance with her now, all right? - Come on. - What? - Come with me. - What?Jack--Jack, wait! - ( BandPlayingAtFast Tempo) - I can't do this. We're going to have to get a little bit closer. Like this. - ( PipesAndDrums PlayingDance Tune) - You're still my best girl, Cora. - I don't know the steps. - Neither do l. Just go with it. Don't think. - ( Laughing) - Hey. ( RoseSquealing With Delight) Wait,Jack,Jack! Wait! Stop,Jack! - Ba-ba-ba. - ( Dancers Whooping) - Rose: Wait! - Hey! Hey! ( Whooping) -Jack: Yeah! -Jack, no! Whaaa! ( Squeals, Giggling) ...jurisdiction ofthe Sherman Act so my lawyers will argue. That's what Rockefeller said, but the Supreme Court is not swallowing it. ( MenShoutingAndCheering, DrumsAndPipes Playing) What? You think a first-class girl can't drink? - ( Squeals) - Get out of here. - You all right? - ( Laughing) - I'm fine. - ( Growls) Two out ofthree, two out ofthree. So... you thinkyou're big, tough men? Let's seeyou do this. Hold this for me,Jack. Hold it up. Ow! ( Laughing) -Jesus, Mary andJoseph! - You all right? I haven't done that in years. Go see Maggie, lads. Give herthe holley! Let's go! Musicians: Ho! Coffee, sir? I had hoped you would come to me last night. I was tired. Your exertions below decks were no doubt exhausting. I seeyou had that undertaker ofa manservant follow me. How typical. You will never behave like that again, Rose. Doyou understand? I'm not a foreman in one ofyour mills thatyou can command. I'm yourfiancee. Myfiancee? Myfiancee?!! Yes,you are, and mywife! Mywife in practice if notyet by law, soyou will honor me. You will honor me the way a wife is required to honor a husband. Because I will not be made out a fool, Rose. Is this in anyway unclear? - No. - Good. Excuse me. Miss Rose! - We had a little... accident. - That's all right, Miss Rose. - That's all right. - I'm sorry, Trudy. Let me helpyou. It's all right, miss. It's all right, miss. - Tea, Trudy. - Yes, ma'am. You're not to see that boy again, doyou understand me? - Rose, I forbid it. - Oh, stop it, Mother. You'll giveyourself a nosebleed. This is not a game. Our situation is precarious. You know the money's gone. Ofcourse I know it's gone. You remind me every day. Yourfather left us nothing but a legacy of bad debts hidden by a good name. That name is the only card we have to play. I don't understand you. It is a fine match with Hockley. - It will ensure our survival. - How can you put this on my shoulders? - Why areyou being so selfish? - I'm being selfish? Doyou want to see me working as a seamstress? Is that whatyou want? To see ourfine things sold at auction? Our memories scattered to the winds? ( Sighs) It's so unfair. Ofcourse it's unfair. We're women. Our choices are never easy. Hmm? Congregation: " Protect them byThy guardian hand " " From every peril on the land. " " O spirit, whom the Father sent " "To spread across the firmament " " O wind of heaven, byThy might " " Save all who dare the eagle's flight " "And keep them byThywatchful... " - Hello, Mr. Andrews. - Hello,Jack. - Sir. - I need to talkto somebodyfor a sec. You're not supposed to be in here. " ...fire and foe Protect them... " I wasjust here last night. You don't remember me? No, I'm afraid I don't. Nowyou're going to have to turn around. He'll tell you. I just-- I just need-- Mr. Hockley and Mrs. Dewitt Bukater continue to be appreciative ofyour assistance. They asked me to, uh... giveyou this in gratitude. - I don't wantyour money. Please, l-- - And also to remind you... thatyou hold a third-class ticket and thatyour presence here is no longer appropriate. Please, I just want to speakto Rose for-- Gentlemen, will you please see that Mr. Dawson gets to where he belongs and that he stays there? Yes, sir. Come along,you. " Oh, hear us when we cryto Thee " " Forthose in peril on the sea. " Ruth: And why doyou have two steering wheels? We really only use this near shore. Excuse me, sir. Another ice warning. This one's from the Noordam. Thankyou, Sparks. Oh, not to worry. Quite normal forthis time ofyear. In fact, we're speeding up. I'vejust ordered the last boilers lit. Man: Okay, son, wind it up tight like I showed you. Okay, now, let it go. - Was good, wasn't it? - Quite nice. That's excellent, son. Rose: Mr. Andrews, forgive me... I did the sum in my head and with the number of lifeboats times the capacityyou mentioned forgive me, but it seems that there are not enough for everyone aboard. About half, actually. Rose,you miss nothing, doyou? ln fact, I put in these new type davits which can take an extra row of boats inside this one but it was thought by some that the deckwould looktoo cluttered so I was overruled. Waste ofdeck space as it is on an unsinkable ship. Sleep soundly,young Rose. I have built you a good ship, strong and true. She's all the lifeboatyou need. Just keep heading aft. The next stop will be the engine room. Come on. Jack, this is impossible. I can't seeyou. - I need to talktoyou. - No,Jack, no. Jack, I'm engaged. I'm marrying Cal. I love Cal. Rose,you're no picnic. All right,you're a spoiled little brat, even but underthatyou're the most amazingly astounding wonderful girl-- woman-- that I've ever known and... -Jack, l... - No, let me try and get this out. You're,you're ama-- I'm not an idiot. I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket. I have nothing to offeryou and I know that. I understand. But I'm too involved now. Youjump, I jump, remember? I can't turn away without knowingyou'll be all right. That's all that I want. Well, I'm fine. I'll be fine, really. Really? I don't think so. They've gotyou trapped, Rose and you're going to die ifyou don't breakfree-- Maybe not right away becauseyou're strong, but sooner or laterthat fire that I love aboutyou, Rose... that fire is going to burn out. It's not up toyou to save me,Jack. You're right. Onlyyou can do that. I'm going back. Leave me alone. Countess: Tell Lucille about the disasteryou had with the stationer's. Well, ofcourse, the invitations had to be sent back twice. - Oh, my dear! - And the dreadful bridesmaid's gowns-- Let me tell you what an odyssey that has been. Rose decided she wanted lavender. She knows I detest the color, so she did it onlyto spite me. Lucille: lfonlyyou'd come to me sooner. Ruth saw some of my designs in "La Mode Illustree." Theywere forTrousseau ofthe Duchess of Malborough'syoungest daughter. Theywere quite charming, but I think you'll agree, my dear, that together we've created something ofa phoenix from the ashes. ( Women Laugh Politely) Hello,Jack. I changed my mind. - They said you might be-- - Shh. Give meyour hand. Now closeyour eyes. Go on. Step up. Now hold on to the railing. - Keepyour eyes closed, don't peek. - I'm not. Step up onto the rail. Hold on. Hold on. Keepyour eyes closed. - ( Giggles) - Doyou trust me? I trustyou. All right, open your eyes. I'm flying!Jack! ( Softly): " Come,Josephine, myflying machine " " Going up, she goes " " Up, she goes... " That was the last time Titanic ever saw daylight. So we're up to dusk the night ofthe sinking. - Six hours to go. - Incredible. There's Smith and he's standing there and he's got the iceberg warning... in his fucking hand-- excuse me-- his hand, and he's ordering more speed. working against him. He figures anything big enough to sinkthe ship they're going to see in time to turn but the ship's too big with too small a rudder. Doesn't cornerworth a damn. Everything he knows is wrong. ( Laughing) It's quite proper, I assureyou. This is the sitting room. - Will this light do? - What? Don't artists need good light? ( ln French Accent): That is true but I'm not used to working in such horrible conditions. Monet! - Doyou know his work? - Ofcourse. Look at his use ofcolor here. Isn't he great? I know, it's extraordinary. Cal insists on carting this hideous thing everywhere. Should we be expecting him anytime soon? Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out. - That's nice. - What is it, a sapphire? A diamond, a very rare diamond. Jack, I wantyou to draw me like one ofyour French girls... wearing this. All right. Wearing onlythis. The last thing I need is another picture of me Iooking like a porcelain doll. As a paying customer... I expect to get what I want. Over on the bed-- the couch. Go... Iie down. - Tell me when it looks right. - Putyour arm backthe way it was. Right. Put that other arm up, that hand right byyourface there. Right. Now, head down. Eyes to me, keep them on me. And tryto stay still. ( Exhales) So serious. I believeyou are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing. He does landscapes. Just relaxyourface. - Sorry. - No laughing. ( Exhales) My heart was pounding the whole time. It was the most erotic moment of my life. Up until then, at least. - So what happened next? - You mean, did we do it? Sorry, to disappointyou, Mr. Bodine. Jackwas very professional. Thankyou. ( RoseLaughing) Whatyou doing? Will you put this back in the safe for me? Mm-hmm. Would you excuse me? - None ofthe stewards have seen her. - This is absurd. It's a ship, there's only so many places she could be. Lovejoy, find her. - Clear. - Yes. I don't think I've ever seen such a flat calm. Like a mill pond. Not a breath ofwind. It will make the bergs harderto see with no breaking water at the base. Hmm. Well, I'm off. Maintain speed and heading, Mr. Lightoller. Yes, sir. It's getting cold. You look nice. - ( KnockAtDoor) - Lovejoy: Miss Rose? My drawings! ( DoorCloses) Come on! - No, wait, wait! - Wait, wait, wait! Go, go! Down, down! Rose: Quickly, quickly! ( Giggling) Bye! - Sorry! - ( Giggling) - It's all right! - ( Laughing) Prettytough for a valet, this fellow. - Seems more like a cop. - I think he was. -Jack: Oh, shit. - ( RoseScreams) No, over here! Quick! ( BoilerBlasting) - Now what?! - What?! Hold up! What'reyou two doing down here? You shouldn't be down here! It could be dangerous! Jack: Carry on! Don't mind us. You're doing a greatjob! Keep up the good work! Ah, lookwhat we have here, huh? ( Rose Clears Throat) Thankyou. - ( Honks Horn ) - Where to, miss? To the stars. You nervous? No. Putyour hands on me,Jack. Crewman: God, it's bloody cold. You know, I can smell ice, you know, when it's near. - Bollocks. - But I can, all right! Murdoch: Did you everfind those binoculars forthe lookouts? Haven't seen them since Southampton. Well, I'll be on my rounds. Cheerio. You're trembling. Don't worry. I'll be all right. - They ran down there. - Right. Lovejoy: Anything missing? I've got a better idea. Gotcha! ( RoseLaughing) ( Laughing) Did you see those guys' faces? Did you see the... When the ship docks... I'm getting offwith you. This is crazy. I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it. ( Quietly): Oh,yes. Here, look at this. Oh, look at that, would you? - They're a bit warmerthan we are. - Well, ifthat's what it takes for us to get warmer I'd rather not, if it's all the same toyou. - Bugger me! - ( Alarm Bell Clanging) - ( PhoneRings) - Pick up,you bastards! ( PhoneRinging) - Is there anyone there? - Yes, what doyou see? - Iceberg! Right ahead! - Thankyou. Iceberg! Right ahead! Hard to starboard! Crewman: Hard to starboard! - ( Ringing) - Crewman: Turn, turn! Steady! - ( Ringing) - ( Bell Clangs ) Full astern! - Hard over. - Helm's hard over, sir. - ( Ringing) - Go, lads! Go! ( Men Yelling OutOrders) Shut all the dampers! Shut them! ( DampersSlamming) Hold it. Hold it! Now, engage the reversing engine! ( EngineStops) ( EngineRestarts) Why aren't theyturning?! - Is it hard over?! - Crewman: It is,yes, sir, hard over! ( Softly): Come on, come on, come on. Turn. Yes. It's going to hit! Jesus Christ. ( Glass Tinkling) - ( Softly):Jesus. - Hard to port! Crewman: Hard to port! ( MenScreaming) Get back! ( Screaming) - ( Hissing) - ( Screams) - ( MetaIDoors Closing) - Come on, let's go! Get out the door! They're closing the doors! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out the door! Go on! Go on! Come on, lads! Go, lads, go! Get out! ( Screams) ( DoorsSlamming) ( Softly): Oh, my God. That was a close shave, weren't it? Smell ice, can you? Bleeding Christ. Note the time and enter it in the log. What was that, Mr. Murdoch? An iceberg, sir. I put her hard to starboard and ran the engines full astern but it was too close. I tried to port round it but she hit and the... - Close the watertight doors. - Murdoch: The doors are closed, sir. - All stop. - Crewman: Aye, sir! ( Ringing) Find the carpenter. Get him to sound the ship. Yes, sir! Fabrizio: Porca puttana! Che cazzo e? Come on, let's get the hell out of here! Come on, hurry up. Excuse me. Why have the engines stopped? I felt a shudder. I shouldn't worry, madam. We've likelythrown a propeller blade. That's the shudderyou felt. May I bringyou anything? No, thankyou. Man: Did you see anything? Man: I don't see anything now, doyou? ( Commotion) Ifthis is the direction the rats are going that's good enough for me. Crewman: Please, sir, please. Everything's under control. - You there. - Sir, there is no emergency. - Yes, there is, I have been robbed. - Get the master-at-arms. - Now,you moron! - Yes, sir. ( Men Laughing) Hey,you're going to miss the fun. Did you see what happened? No, I missed it. Apparently, it hit overthere. Crewman: Boiler room six is flooded eight feet above the plate. And the mail hold is worse. She's all buckled in in the forward hold. - Can you shore up? - Not unless the pumps get ahead. Haveyou seen the damage in the mail hold? - No, she's already underwater. - This is bad. We should tell Mother and Cal. I thinkthey're very good, sir. Don't touch anything. I want the entire room photographed. Rose: Just keep holding my hand. We've been looking foryou, miss. Rose ( Sighs): Well, here we go. Something serious has happened. Yes, it has. Indeed. Two things dearto me have disappeared this evening. Now that one is back I have a pretty good idea where to find the other. - Search him. - Takeyour coat off, sir. - Now what? - Come on. Cal, what areyou doing? We're in the middle ofan emergency. What's going on? - Is this it? - That's it. This is horseshit! - Don'tyou believe it, Rose. Don't! - He couldn't have. Ofcourse he could. It's easy enough for a professional. But I was with him the whole time. This is absurd. Perhaps he did it whileyou were putting your clothes back on, dear. Real slick, Cal. Rose, they put it in my pocket. - Shut up. - It isn't even your pocket, is it, son? Property ofA. L. Ryerson. - That was reported stolen today. - I just borrowed it. - I was going to return it. - We have an honest thief here, do we? You know I didn't do this, Rose. You know it. Don'tyou believe them, Rose. You know I didn't do it. - Come on, let's go. - You know I didn't do it, Rose. Rose! Come on, son. There's a good lad. - Come on. - You know I didn't do it! You know me! Ismay: Most unfortunate, Captain. Water... 1 4 feet above the keel in ten minutes-- In the forepeak, in all three holds and in the boiler room six. - That's right, sir. - When can we get underway, damn it? That's five compartments. She can stay afloat with the first four compartments breached but not five-- not five. As she goes down bythe head the water will spill overthe tops of bulkheads at E deckfrom one to the next. Back and back. There's no stopping it. The pumps-- Ifwe opened the doors-- The pumps buyyou time, but minutes only. From this moment, no matterwhat we do Titanicwill founder. But this ship can't sink. She's made of iron, sir. I assureyou, she can... and she will. It is a mathematical certainty. How much time? An hour. Two at most. And how many aboard, Mr. Murdoch? Well, I believeyou may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay. Oh, it is a little slut, isn't it? Will you look at me when I'm talking toyou. ( KnockAtDoor) - Mr. Hockley? - Not now, we're busy. Sir, I've been told to askyou to please put on your lifebelts and come up to-- I said not now. I'm sorryto inconvenienceyou, Mr. Hockley, but it's Captain's orders. Now, please, dress warmly. It's quite cold out tonight. Now, may I suggest topcoats and hats. - This is ridiculous. - Not to worry, miss. I am sure it'sjust a precaution. Everybody up! Lifebelts on! - ( MenScreaming Orders) - What's heyelling about? Everybody up! Putyour lifebelts on! - What's the ruckus? -Just putyour lifebelts on! Crewman: C.QD.? Sir? That's right-- C.QD. The distress call. That's our position. ( Sighs) Tell whoever responds that we're going down bythe head. We need immediate assistance. Blimey. Keep lowering! Keep lowering! ( Crewman Yelling OutOrders) Mr. Wilde! Mr. Wilde, where are the passengers? We moved them back inside. It's too damn cold and noisyforthem. You there! (Blows Whistle) Get down here and help with these lines. ( Orchestra Playing "Alexander's RagtimeBand") ( People Conversing) Care for a drink, sir? - Crewman: Please putyour lifebelts on. - Hey, sonny, what's doing? You got us all trussed up here and now we're cooling our heels. Sorry, ma'am. Let me go and find out. I don't think anybody knows what the hell's going on around here. It's the goddamned English doing everything bythe book. There's no need for language, Mr. Hockley. Go back and turn the heaters on in our rooms. I'd like a cup oftea when I return. Yes, ma'am. Mr. Andrews. I saw the iceberg and I see it in your eyes. Please tell me the truth. The ship will sink. - You're certain. - Yes, in an hour or so.... all this will be at the bottom ofthe Atlantic. - What? - Please, tell onlywhoyou must? I don't want to be responsible for a panic and get to a boat quickly, don't wait. You rememberwhat I told you about the boats? Yes. I understand. Over here, sir. Sir, they need you up in the second-class purser's office. - There's a big mob up there. - Go on, I'll keep an eye on him. Aye, right. Sir! Carpathia says they're making 1 7 knots. Full steam forthem, sir. She's the only one responding? The only one close, sir. She says they can be here in four hours. Four hours? Thankyou, Bride. ( Softly): My God. ( Crewmen Yelling OutOrders) Sir! We are swung out and ready, sir. Hadn't we better get the women and children into the boat, sir? - Yes, we do. - Sir? Women and children first. Yes. Yes, sir. Crewman ( Yelling): Ladies and gentlemen,your attention please! Step this way, please. That's right. Come towards me. Thankyou. Good. Forthe time being, I shall require onlywomen and children. Man: Right here. All right, boys, like the captain said nice and cheery so there's no panic. "Wedding Dance." ( Orchestra BeginsPlaying) Lifebelts on! Here, putyour lifebelts on. Putyour lifebelts on. Here, putyour lifebelt on. Here, come on, here. ( Commotion) Crewman: It isn't time to go up to the boatsyet. Please stay calm. Look, please, make sure, everybody, you've gotyour lifebelts on and gentlemen, allow the women and children through to the front. - What are we doing, Mommy? - We'rejust waiting, dear. When they're finished putting the first-class people in the boats... they'll start with us and we'll want to be all ready, won't we? ( MenArguing) Go and get some help. Lower away! Left and right together! Steady! Both sides together. Steady! Steady! Steady! Stop! Stop! - ( Screaming) - Hold the left side! Right side only! Right side only! Right side only! Hold the left side! Right side down! Lower awaytogether! Steady, lads! ( Explosion) ( Passengers Gasp ) You know, I do believe this ship may sink. I've been asked to giveyou this small token ofour appreciation. Compliments of Mr. Caledon Hockley. Come on, sister,you heard the man-- into the boat. Any room for a gentleman, gentlemen? Crewman: Onlywomen at this time, sir. Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they're not too crowded. Oh, Mother, shut up! Don'tyou understand? The water is freezing and there aren't enough boats. Not enough by half. Halfthe people on this ship are going to die. Not the better half. Come on, Ruth, get in the boat. First-class seats are right up here. You know, it's a pity I didn't keep that drawing. It'll be worth a lot more by morning. You unimaginable bastard. Molly: Come on, Rose, darling. There's plenty of room foryou. Come on, Rose. You're next, darling. Come into the boat, Rose. - Come. - Rose, get into the boat. Rose. Good-bye, Mother. Rose! Rose, come back here! Where areyou going? To him? To be a whore to a gutter rat? I'd rather be his whore than yourwife. No. No! - I said no! - ( Hawking) Ruth: Rose! Please stop! Crewman: And lower away! - Rose! - Man the tiller! - No, wait! - Lower away! - Rose! - Lowertogether! Help! Can anybody hear me? ( BangingPipe) Hello, help me! ( Distantly): Help me! Can anybody hear me? Somebody help me, please! Rose: Mr. Andrews? - Steward, checkthe starboard corridor. - Yes, Mr. Andrews. Madam, please put on a lifebelt. Get to the boat deck immediately. Lucy, for God's sake, put on your lifebelt. - Set a good example. - Yes, sir. - Anyone in here? - Mr. Andrews? Mr. Andrews, thank God. Where would the master-at-arms take someone under arrest? What? You have to get to a boat right away. No! I'm doing this with orwithoutyour help, sir, but without will take longer. Take the elevatorto the bottom. Go to the left down the crewman's passage. Then go right and left again at the stairs. You'll come to a long corridor. - This could be bad. - (WaterGurgling) Oh, shit. Oh, shit! ( Struggling) - Excuse me, thankyou. - Crewman: The lifts are closed. - Woman: I do not care... - The lifts are-- I'm sorry, miss, but the lifts are closed. I'm through being polite, goddamn it! Now take me down! E deck. Come on. Oh, come on. ( Yells) ( Screams) - I'm going back up! - No! No, no! Come back! I'm going back up. I'm going back up! Crew passage. Crew passage. ( BreathingHard) Jack? Jack? Jack?! -Jack? - Rose! Jack?! Rose, I'm in here! I'm in here. -Jack?! - I'm in here. -Jack?! - Rose! Jack!Jack! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. - That guy Lovejoy put it in my pocket. - I know, I know, I know, I know. Listen, Rose,you're going to have to find a spare key, all right? Look in that cabinet right there. It's a little silver one, Rose. Silver. - These are all brass ones! - Check right here, Rose. Rose... how did you find out I didn't do it? I didn't. I just realized I already knew. - Keep looking. - Oh. No key. There's no key! All right, Rose, listen. You're going to have to go find some help. It'll be all right. I'll be right back. I'lljust wait here. Hello, is there anyone here? Hello? ls there anybody down here? We need help! Hello! Damn it. Can anybody hear me? Please, hello! Hello! Oh, thank God. Wait, please, I need your help. There's a man back here and-- Wait! Hello? ( LoudRumbling) ( RoseBreathingHard) - Hello? - Ah, miss,you shouldn't be here now. - Please, I need your help. - This way, quickly. There is a man down here and he is trapped. Please. - There's no need to panic. - No, I'm not panicking. You're going the wrong way! Let go of me, listen! - To hell with you. - Oh! ( Ship Creaking) ( Softly): Oh, my God... - ( Explosion) - ( Crackling) ( Gasping) ( LoudRumbling) -Jack! - Rose! - Will this work? - I guess we'll find out. Come on. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Try a couple of practice swings overthere. All right. Good, now tryto hit the same mark again, Rose. You can do it. Okay, that's enough practice. Come on, Rose, you can do it. Listen. Just hit it really hard and reallyfast. Wait, open your hands up a little more. - Like that? - Right. Listen, Rose, I trustyou. Go! -( Clang) -( Gasps) ( ScreamingAndLaughing) You did it! Come on, let's go. Oh, shit, this is cold. Oh, shit! Shit, shit. - This is the way out. - We have to find anotherway. Come on. - Tiller: Pull. - (Orchestra Playing) Pull! Putyour backs into it, pull! ( DistantShouting) Pull! Now, there's something you don't see every day. Pull! ( DistantExplosion) ( Shouting) Crewman: What's this luggage doing here? - Get rid of it, we need the room. - (Crewman Giving Orders) ( Crying) Keep calm. No! -Lovejoy. -She's not on the starboard side either. We're running out oftime and this strutting martinet isn't letting any men on at all. There's one on the other side letting men on. Well, then, that's our play. We'll need some insurance first. Come on. - ( Pounding) - This way. - All the way down here. - (Jack Yelling) Steward: Here! What doyou thinkyou're doing? You'll have to payforthat,you know. That's White Star Line property. Both: Shut up! Will you hold the boat a moment? I just have to run backto my room-- Sit down! She's the last. All right to lower. Mr. Lightoller, why are the boats being launched halffull? - Not now, Mr. Andrews. - There, look, 20 or so in a boat built for 65, and I saw one boat with only 1 2-- 1 2! Well, we weren't sure ofthe weight, Mr. Andrews. These boats may buckle. Rubbish! Theywere tested in Belfast with the weight of70 men! Now, fill these boats, Mr. Lightoller, for God's sake, man! Please, I need more women and children, please. Crewman: Get back in there. This is not an exit. Get back in there. This is not an exit. You can't keep us locked in here like animals. The ship's bloody sinking! Bring forward the women! Unlockthe gates. Women only! No men! ( Shouting) Get back! Lockthe gates! Get them back from those gates! Don't touch the gates! For God's sake, man, there are women and children down here! Let us up so we can have a chance! Get back! -Jack! - Tommy! - Can we get out? - It's hopeless that way! Whateverwe do, we've got to do it fast. -Jack! - Fabrizio! - The boats are all gone. - The whole place is flooding. - There is nientethis way. - All right. Let's go this way, all right? Come on. - I make my own luck. - So do l. - Come on! - No, come on. Let's go this way. - (Crying) - (SpeakingArabic) - This way. - Steward:Just go back to the main stairwell and everything will be sorted out there. Man: Hell, it will. It will all get sorted out backthere. Go backto the main stairwell. - Open the gate. - Go back down the main stair. - Open the gate right now! - Go back down the main stair... Iike I told you. - Goddamn it! Son ofa bitch! - Stop that. Man: Open the damn gate! Open it! Fabri, Tommy, give me a hand here! Rose: Move aside. Move aside. Come on, pull! Pull! Pull! - Move aside! - Steward: Put that down. - Move aside! - One! Two! - Stop that! - Three! ( Screaming) Again! ( Screaming) Jack: Let's go! -Jack: Let's go, Rose. - You can't go up there. You can't do this! Lightoller: Keep order here. Back, back, back. ( Screaming) Hold on to her! Pull her in! Get back I say or I'll shootyou all like dogs. Keep order here! Keep order, I say. Mr. Lowe, man this boat. Lowe: Right, is everybody all right? Nobody panic. - Crewman: Stay back! - We're too late. There are more boats down the front. Staywith this one-- Murdoch. He seems to be quite practical. ( WomenScreaming) Lowe: Sit down! Stay back,you lot. Stay back! Stay back, the lot ofyou! Stay back! - ( Gunshots) - It's starting to fall apart. We don't have much time. - Mr. Murdoch? - Mr. Hockley. You two, with me, now. I'm a businessman, asyou know and I have a business proposition foryou. Crewman: Easy now. All together. Lower away, lower away. Jack: Come on, Rose. The boats are gone! Colonel, are there any boats on that side? No, miss, but there are a couple of boats all the wayforward. This way, I'll lead you. ( PlayingFinaIChord) What's the use? Nobody's listening to us anyway. Well, they don't listen to us at dinner either. Come on, let's play. Keep us warm. "Orpheus." ( PlayingFastMusic From "Orpheus ln The Underworld") Music to drown by. Now I know I'm in first class. - Where is everyone? - They're all still aft, sir. We have an understanding then, Mr. Murdoch? ( EveryoneShouting) ( Gunshots) Women and children only! Get back! Step back, sir. Come through, madam. This way. Step back, sir. You'd better check the other side. Go! Crewman: Any more women and children? Any children? I found her on the other side waiting for a boat... with him. - Any more women and children? - They're all aboard, Mr. Murdoch. Anyone else, then? Anyone else? Hurry along. Stand bythe falls. ( Softly): Oh, goddamn it all to hell. - Shit. - Fire! Sir! Sir,you can't go through here. Sir,you can't go through. Yes,yes, splendid. Right. Murdoch: Prepare to lower! Ready on the left. Take them down. Keep it steady. Both sides together, steady. Keep it steady. - Give herto me. - Girl: Daddy. Man: It'll be fine, darling. Don'tyou worry. It's good-bye for a little while. Onlyfor a little while. There'll be another boat forthe daddies. This boat's forthe mummies and the children. You hold Mummy's hand and be a good little girl. - I'm not going withoutyou. - No,you have to go... now! - No,Jack. - Get in the boat, Rose! - No,Jack. - Yes, get on the boat. Yes, get on the boat, Rose. My God, look atyou. You look a fright. Here. Put this on. Come. - Go on, I'll get the next one. - No, not withoutyou. Jack: I'll be all right. Listen, I'll be fine. I'm a survivor, all right? Don't worry about me. -Jack: Now go on, get on. - I have an arrangement with an officer on the other side ofthe ship. Jack and I can get offsafely, both of us. See? Got my own boat to catch. Cal: Now, hurry. They're almost full. - Step aboard, miss. - Cal: Come on, hurry. - Step aboard, please. - Man: Be Daddy's good girl. - Step lively. - Crewman: Keep back, keep back, I say. Clearthe row, please. Lower away! ( Passengers Gasp ) Crewman: Slowly. Keep going. Keep going. And lower away evenly, lads. Easy. Lower away. - You're a good liar. - Almost as good asyou. Crewman: Easy now... and lower away. There's no, uh-- There's no arrangement, is there? No, there is. Not thatyou'll benefit much from it. I always win,Jack... one way or another. Crewman: Easy. Even, lads. Keep going, keep going. - Rose! - (Passengers Yelling) - Stop her! -Jack: Rose, what areyou doing? - Cal: Stop her! - No! Rose. You're so stupid. Why'd you do that? You're so stupid, Rose. Why did you do that? Why? Youjump, I jump, right? Right. Oh, God, I couldn't go. I couldn't go,Jack. It's all right. We'll think ofsomething else. - Rose: At least I'm with you. - We'll think ofsomething. Come on! ( Gunshot) Come on, move! - Come on. - (Gunshot, RoseScreams) Move! - ( Gunshot) - ( Screams) Come on, Come on, Rose. Come on. -( Gunshot) - Rose, come on! - (Gunshot) - Move, Rose! - ( Gunshot) - Go! ( Grunts ln Despair) ( MetaIGroaning) I hopeyou enjoy yourtime together. ( Chuckles) What could possibly be funny? I put the diamond in the coat. And I put the coat on her! Come on. ( Dishes Clinking) ( Child Yelling) ( Screaming) We can't leave him. All right, come on. ( Wailing) ( ChildScreaming) Go back! ( Yellingln Czech ) It's the wrong way! Come back! ( RoseAndJack Yelling ForMan To Stop ) Go! ( Water Thundering) -Jack! - Rose! ( Groaning) This way. Come on. Give meyour hand. Oh, God! Help! Rose: Help! Wait, sir, open the gate, please. Please. Please. Help us. Please! Bloody hell. - Come on, come on! - Come on! - Go, go! -Jesus. Please. Come on. Hurry! Come on! I'm sorry, I dropped the keys. Wait! Please! Don't leave, please! Get more help! No! I got them. Which one is it, Rose? The sharp one, trythe sharp one. Hurry,Jack. - Oh, no! - Hurry,Jack. - It's stuck. - Hurry. - It's stuck. - Hurry,Jack! Hurry! ( Screaming) I got it, I got it! Go! Go, Rose! Go, go! Jack!Jack, come on! Move, move! Crewman: Keep on rocking. Oars in place. Get an oar under it. Murdoch: Women and children only, damn you. Crewman: Hold it, hold it. ( Men Yelling) Get these davits cranked in. Then get the falls hooked up. Murdoch: Stay back. Child: Help me. ( Crying) Keep going up. Murdoch: Stop pushing! Stay back! Will you give us a chance to live, you limey bastard? I'll shoot any man who tries to get past me. Get back! - Bastard! - Get back! We had a deal, damn you. Your money can't saveyou any more than it can save me. Get back. Crewman: Women and children only! ( Gunshot) ( Gunshot) ( PassengersScreaming) Tommy! No, Tommy. Bastardo! Oh, no, oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, Tommy. - No, Will! - (Gunshot) Stand back, damn you. Get back, damn you. ( Screaming) - ( Child Crying) - I have a child. - Cal: I have a child. - Clear a path here. Please, I have a child. Please, I'm all she has in the world. Go on. Step back, step back, I say. - Please. - Woman: Here, give herto me. Give her here. - ( Child Wailing) - There, there. Wait, wait, wait. Mr. Andrews. Oh, Rose. Won'tyou even make a tryfor it? I'm sorrythat I didn't build you a stronger ship,young Rose. It's going fast. We have to move. Wait. Good lucktoyou, Rose. And toyou. Mr. Guggenheim. These are foryou, Mr. Guggenheim. No, thankyou. We are dressed in our best and are prepared to go down as gentlemen. But we would like a brandy. Capitan. Capitan, where should I go? Please. Crewman: Captain! Captain, sir. ( Orchestra StilIPlaying) Right, that's it, then. Good-bye, Wally, good luck. So long, old chap. ( BeginsPlaying "NearerMy God To Thee") (Joinsln ) ( Orchestra StilIPlaying) And so they lived happilytogetherfor 300years in the land ofTir Na Nog the land ofeternal youth and beauty. ( Playing "NearerMy God To Thee") ( CrewmenAndPassengers Yelling) There's no time! Cut those falls! Cut them, cut them ifyou have to! Crewman: I need a knife. I need a knife. Crewman: Cut her loose. Cut those bloodyfalls. ( PlayingLastNotes OfSong) Gentlemen, it has been a privilege playing with you tonight. ( People Screaming) ( Screaming) We have to stay on the ship as long as possible! Come on! Jack: This way. Overthe rail! Come on.Jump! Come on! ( Screaming) ( Gasping) Jack: I gotyou.Jump! ( Gasping) I've gotyou, miss! -Jack! -Jack: Come on! Cal: Get back! ( CablesSnapping) ( MetaIGroaning) No! You'll swamp us. ( HystericaIShrieking) Yea, though I walkthrough the valley ofthe shadow ofdeath... You want to walk a little faster through that valleythere? ( WildScreaming) Row! Pull together! ( Screams) Priest: Holy Mary, mother ofGod prayfor us sinners now and at the hour ofour death, amen. Hail Mary, full ofgrace - the Lord is with thee. - This way. Jack: Come on. Come on! ( Gasping) I saw a new heaven and a new earth when the first heaven and the first earth had passed away... - ( WomenScreaming) - and there was no more sea. ( Gasping) - Woman: Help me! - It'll be over soon. It'll all be over soon. Priest: And He shall dwell with them and they shall be His people and God Himself shall be with them... Jack, this is where we first met. And God shall wipe away all the tears from their eyes and there shall be no more death. Neither shall there be sorrow or crying. Neither shall there be any more pain forthe formerworld has passed away. ( Shattering) Bloody pull faster, and pull! ( People Screaming) ( Yelling) - Man: Hang on, Miss Trudy! - (Shrieking) ( Crashing, Shattering AndRumbling) ( Yells) ( Screams) Man: Help me! Please, save me! - Woman: Help! -Jack: Hold on real tight! ( Shriekingln Distance) ( WomanSobbing) ( Terrible Screaming And Yellingln Distance) God Almighty! Crewman: Get those breakers in! Keep them in! ( Crackling) ( Screams) - ( PanickedScreaming) - ( Ship Groaning) ( PlanksSplitting) ( EveryoneScreaming) ( Cries Out) We have to move! - Give meyour hand, I'll pull you over. - I can't! Come on, give meyour hand! I've gotyou. I won't let go. Come on, I've gotyou. - What's happening,Jack? - I don't know. I don't know. -Jack: Hold on! - Rose:Jack! That was close. Man: Help me, please! Someone help me, please! ( TerrifiedScreaming, Thudding) ( Man Yells) ( Panting) ( Lets GoAndScreams) Woman: Please help! Help! Help! Help! ( WomanScreamingForHelp ) This is it! Rose: Oh, God! Oh, God! - Hold on! - Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh! The ship is going to suck us down. Take a deep breath when I say. Kickforthe surface and keep kicking. Do not let go of my hand. We're going to make it, Rose. Trust me. I trustyou. Ready? Ready? Now! ( TakingDeep Breath ) ( Screaming) Jack!Jack! Jack! -Jack! - ( EveryoneScreaming) Jack.Jack! ( Rose's Calls DrownedOut ByDeafeningScreams) - ( Gasping) -Jack!Jack! No! -Jack! - Rose! Get off her! Get off her! - Rose! -Jack! Swim, Rose! I need you to swim! Keep swimming! - It's so cold! - Swim, Rose! Come on... here. Keep swimming. Come on. Here, get on it. Get on top. ( Gasping) - Come on, Rose. - ( Gasping) ( Rose Yells) - Stay on it. Stay on, Rose. -Jack. You'll be all right now. You'll be all right now. ( Whistle Blows) Crewman: Return the boats! - ( Both Shivering) - ( Whistle Blows) The boats are coming backfor us, Rose. Hold onjust a little bit longer. Crewman: Return the boats! They... had to row awayforthe suction, but now they'll be coming back. Woman: Come back! - For God's sake! - Please! - Help us! - Help us! ( FaintCries ln Distance) Come back! For God's sake! You don't understand. Ifwe go back, they'll swamp the boat. They'll pull us down, I'm tellingyou. Knock it off-- You're scaring me. Come on, girls-- Grab an oar, let's go! Man: Areyou out ofyour mind? We're in the middle ofthe North Atlantic! Now, doyou people want to live or doyou want to die? I don't understand a one ofyou. What's the matterwith you? It'syour men out there! - ( Crying) - There's plenty of room for more. And there'll be one less on this boat if you don't shut that hole in yourface! Woman ( ln Distance): Come back! ( Whistle Blowing, People ShoutingForHelp ) Man: Here, take this one. Lowe: Now bring in your oars overthere and tie these two boats together. Now make sure that's tied up nice and tight. Right, listen to me, men, we have to go back. I want to transfer all the women from this boat into that boat right now as quick asyou can, please. Let's get some space there. Move forward and aft. ( ScatteredMoaning) ( Shivering) It's getting quiet. ( Shivering) It'sjust going to take them a couple of minutes to get the boats organized. I don't know aboutyou but I intend to write a stronglyworded letter to the White Star Line about all this. ( ScatteredMoaning AndPleadingln Distance) I loveyou,Jack. Don'tyou do that. Don'tyou sayyour good-byes. Notyet. Doyou understand me? I'm so cold. Listen, Rose... you're going to get out of here. You're going to go on and you're going to make lots of babies and you're going to watch them grow. You're going to die an old... an old ladywarm in her bed. Not here. Not this night. Not like this. Doyou understand me? I can't feel my body. Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me. It brought me toyou... and I'm thankful forthat, Rose. - I'm thankful. - ( Crying) You must-- You must-- You must do me this honor-- You must promise me thatyou'll survive thatyou won't give up no matterwhat happens no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose and never let go ofthat promise. I promise. Never let go. I will never let go,Jack. ( Shivering) I'll never let go. - ( Kisses HerHand) - ( Both Shivering) Crewman: Right ahead, sir. Lowe: Oars! Doyou see any moving? No, sir. None moving, sir. Checkthem. Bring that oar up here. Checkthem, make sure. These are dead, sir. Now give way. Ahead easy. Careful with your oars. Don't hit them. ( Shouts): ls there anyone alive out there? ( FaintAndEchoing): Can anyone hear me? Is there anyone alive out there? We waited too long. Well, keep checking them, keep looking! Is there anyone alive out there? Can anyone hear me? ( RoseSingingSoftly AndHaltingly) ( SingingSoftly) "And it's up she goes. " " Up she goes. " ( ContinuesSinging) ( Lowe's Voice, GarbledAndSlow) Jack? Jack. Jack. Jack, there's a boat. Jack. Jack? Jack. Jack! Jack. ( Faltering): There's a boat,Jack. Jack? ( CryingSoftly) ( Weakly): Come back. Come back. ( Voices OfSearchers) Come back. Come back. Come back. ( Louder): Come back, come back. Hello! Can anyone hear me? There's nothing here, sir. Come back. Come back. I'll never let go. I promise. ( Sobbing) ( Grunting) ( Blowing Whistle Faintly) ( BlowingStronger) ( Faint Whistling) - ( Louder Whistling) - Come about! ( Blowing Whistle Loudly) ( WhistlingReverberates Faintly) when Titanicsankfrom under us. There were 20 boats floating nearby and only one came back. One. Sixwere saved from the water myself included. Six... out of 1 ,500. Afterward, the 700 people in the boats had nothing to do but wait-- wait to die, wait to live... wait for an absolution that would never come. Oh, sir, I don't thinkyou'll find any ofyour people down here. It's all steerage. Woman: His hair is reddish brown. Reddish brown. Reddish brown and a white beard. Woman: lsn't there another passenger list? - There's no other list. - Perhaps he's on another ship. - We're doing all we can, ma'am. - There's got to be another list! That's thelasttime leversawhim. Hemarried, ofcourse, andinheritedhis millions butthe crash of'29 hit his interests hard andheputapistol in his mouth thatyear or so I read. ( Rain Drizzling) Can I take your name please, love? Dawson. Rose Dawson. Thankyou. We neverfound anything onJack. There's no record of him at all. No, there wouldn't be, would there? And I've never spoken of him until now. Not to anyone, not even your grandfather. A woman's heart is a deep ocean ofsecrets. But nowyou know there was a man namedJack Dawson and that he saved me in everyway that a person can be saved. I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now only in my memory. Man: Keldysh, Keldysh, Mir2 on ourwayto the surface. Brock: You know I was saving this forwhen I found the diamond. ( Man Givinglnstructions OverP.A. ) I'm sorry. Threeyears I've thought of nothing except Titanic but I never got it. I never let it in. " Every night in my dreams " " I seeyou " " I feel you " "That is how I know " "You go on " " Far across the distance " "And spaces between us " "You have come to show " "You go on " " Near" " Far" "Whereveryou are " " I believe that " "The heart does go on " " Once more " "You open the door" "And you're here in my heart " "And my heart will " " Go on and on " " Love can touchjust one time " "And last for a lifetime " "And never let go " "Till we're gone " " Love was when I loved you " " One true time I hold to " " ln my life we'll always " " Go on " " Near" " Far" "Whereveryou are " " I believe that " "The heart does go on " " Once more " "You open the door" "And you're here in my heart " "And my heart will " " Go on and on " "You're here " "There's nothing I fear" "And I know that " " My heart will go on " "We'll stay" " Foreverthis way" "You are safe in my heart " "And my heart will " " Go on and on " ( SongEnds)

#im sorry

[80s4life]

The Things I’ve Never Done Pt.8

Word Count: 2,695

Status: Suggested!

@: @outrosins & numerous lovely Nonnies!

A/N: It;s been like a year of multiple ideas and ways to continue this book, but I’ve finally got the ending in mind. These last chapters are gonna HURT!

Fandom: Titanic 1997

Relationship: Caledon "Cal" Hockley x Brown!Female!Reader

Summary: All dreams come to an end soon enough; and that meant the end of the small vacation on the Titanic. Bonds are formed, broken, and pulled as the last, fond memories of the Titanic come to a close - before its name is encompassed by a dark pit in your heart. 

Warnings: mature language, switches between past and present day Y/N, some angst, fluff, this is April 13th in April 14th, 1912 when the Titanic sinks in the early hours of the morning, dreams of the future, some nostalgia from older Y/N, uncertain future in the end

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist Part One Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4* Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.9   Pt.10 [epilogue]

Taglist: @tangledcopperstrands @snapessecretdiary

{gif is not mine, credits go to @ofdyingdragons​}

Y/N had made her bed that morning, something she didn’t do regularly or without being instructed by her mother. She cleaned her room up and left no traces of dirt behind, skipping breakfast altogether to bask in a long bath. Molly had told the women that she was feeling seasick, allowing her daughter the freedom society only allows rarely.

By lunch, Y/N was draped along a lawn chair on the side deck, reading a novel with a glass of tea. After some choice wording, her mother tore away from the wealthy folk too, and snuck away with her daughter for bonding time. She found her on the deck and played games, describing the shapes of the clouds and just embracing random conversations. It wasn’t much, but it meant the world to Y/N every time they did something like this; to just bask in her companionship and bond with her mother.

And, by night, Y/N sat at the table with the rest of the people once more, claiming she’d felt better with a smile and sly glance at her partners in crime: Caledon Hockley and Molly Brown. It was the same banter, the same gossip. It felt like nothing was out of place and no one had seemed to truly admire the normalcy. 

To Be Continued...

Chapter 8: All Good Things Come To A Bittersweet End

<3rd Person Perspective>

With a glass of wine in her hand, Y/N continues to rock in her chair, eyes blurred as she recounts the memories of decades past. Her eyes are trained on her hand, still holding the sharpened pencil above the drawing in her lap; another one to add to all of her special drawings in the folder on the coffee table beside her. The picture, looking back at her, simply just brings more pain. She can still remember the people she’d met, the roles that were so miniscule then, but mean so much to her now. She can still recall the content happiness, humbled hopes and dreams of the young girl she was. 

That final day was spent dilly dallying and daydreaming, and for once, she recounts feeling whole -  a total and complete fulfillment of what she had on her checklist. She’d found her man of her dreams, saw life for what it was, spent time into education, and was excited for her new adventure in America.

Swirling the alcohol in her glass, she takes a sip. She’d hoped that feeling would’ve lasted. Even now, she fears that feeling would never amount to feel completely and utterly the same again.

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April 13, 1912

The next day had followed in a blur of events. The poor danced, the rich drank, and everyone talked. As for Y/N, she was found by the stern, cigarette in hand as she watches each individual plume of smoke touch the cold, night air, and disappear. She smirks as she dreams of the future ahead of her and it looks beautiful through her pink shades: a few babies running around buck naked, Cal smiling as he chases them with her placing a hand on her stomach, another to come. They’d be happy with a family of their own, comfortable in their suitable wealth with no other care other than their little bubble they would create.

“There you are,” Cal says softly, his hands going around to encase her waist, head plopping atop her head. “What are you up to?”

“Mischief, of course,” Y/N giggles, one hand going to lay atop his as she finishes off her cigarette. “I was dreaming of our future,” she smiles.

“Ah,” he smirks, “And how does it look?”

Y/N tries to sum up all her feelings into one, beautiful word, choosing them properly, “Gilded and achieved.”

Cal places a kiss on her head, not completely understanding of the choice of words, poking her side to prod her on.

“I would achieve and earn everything I wanted. We would be one, I would be loved and cared for, have a family and live up to my greatest desires. Everything I dreamed I would have as a child would finally finish off the lifelong puzzle I’ve been trying to complete - all I would need would be that final piece.”

“And, what is that final piece?” Cal asks, a look of fear crossing his features as he fears he would not have everything she needed.

“You,” Y/N smiles, turning around in his grasp to wrap her arms around his neck, hands toying with the hairs of his nape. “If I don’t have you, I wouldn’t have that future, would I? At least, not the ending I would hope to obtain without you.”

“I’m right here,” Cal pecks her forehead, “I don’t intend on going anywhere.”

“That’s g-” Y/N is cut off by the sound of boisterous laughter, soon cut off by the company of the pair. 

Jack Dawson and Rose Dewitt Bukater stand before Cal and Y/N, hand in hand with surprise and fear in their eyes. Rose is the first to break the silence, “Cal,” she states, standing defiantly and straight, making sure her hands in Jack’s are known.

“Rose,” Cal says indifferently.

Y/N’s gaze sets upon Cal’s features. He’s fighting an internal war. He knows that he believes Y/N is his forever, but with the sight of Rose, the woman he had been trying to make his wife and future for months, he cannot resist the urge to still fight for her.

“After all this time that I’ve tried to give you everything, to appease your mother and make you both all the more comfortable, you choose him?” Cal asks, a sickness to his tone that causes Y/N to relinquish her grasp on his hand.

She feared this would happen; she feared that she would spend all this time getting to know and love this man for nothing.

“Cal, this does not concern you,” Rose states calmly, trying not to provoke the threatening man.

“This has everything to do with me! What would your mother say? What about your misfortunes, hm? You’d rather be this rat’s whore?”

“I’d rather be his whore than your wife!” Rose yells in defiant freedom. 

Y/N is unable to stand another moment. She’s simply watching the man throw everything away just so he can obtain someone he never had. He simply cannot let the past be the past, and this ruins her. 

With a soft sniff, Y/N tears away from the group, running away from the area to be alone. She starts off on the starboard just as a hand grabs her wrist. “Y/N,” Jack almost questions her, “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

“How could I be alright?” she almost screams at the young man. “I can’t stand there and watch my heart break for the third time! I can’t keep watching him choose her over and over and over again...There’s simply no space for me here.”

“Y/N, this will all work itself out, I’m sure of it. You can’t let a good thing go. They’ll...They’ll learn that they’re not meant for each other. You just have to keep pushing.”

Y/N sniffles as her arms wrap around herself. “They’ve already gotten into this type of issue before, and for all I know, this may be a young girl’s fling. I’ve only known the man for a short time. This could all just be nothing at all,” Y/N concludes, trying to mature herself for the first time in her young adulthood.

Jack groans, “Do you love him?”

“I don’t even know if it’s-”

“The feelings you have right now, in this moment, is it love, Y/N?”

“I-I think so. What does this even-”

“These feelings are strong, yes? And, it’s so strong that you’re willing to die for him, go poor with him, help him when he’s ill?”

“Yes.”

“That’s all that matters, Sugar,” Jack smiles, “That’s love and you better not waste it, even if it seems helpless. Everything can be fixed.”

“God, you sound like my mother. You need to stop keeping her company,” Y/N rolls her eyes playfully, turning back to Cal and Rose, “But, what about them?”

“Oh, he’ll realize he’s an ass and eventually get over his issues.”

“And, Rose?” Y/N giggles.

“She’ll be mine and waltzing off the ship with me.”

“You seem so certain for such a man of...”

“Oh, no, don’t stop there,” Jack giggles, “Continue off of ‘poor misfortunes.’”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Y/N giggles, shoving his shoulder. 

“I know, and I’ll make it all up to her. Just promise we’ll meet again sometime.”

“As long as you’re still in the country, Jack Dawson.”

“Can’t make any promises. It ruins the fun.”

“Then, you’re just a hypocrite then?”

“Sounds about right,” he giggles, jogging away with a wave as Rose tears away from Cal and back around the other direction of the ship’s stern.

Y/N awaits Him with annoyed devotion, arms crossed as Cal catches her eyes. “You have your fun yet?” she asks with annoyance.

Cal simply says nothing, head bowed with stress and uneven thoughts. He starts to walk over to Y/N once more, but he fears if he gets too close, he’d be even more confused than before.

“I know it’s not love we share, Rose and I, but there’s an obligation somewhere in the wind,” Cal starts, eyes still focused on the ship’s starboard planks. “We were - I chased after her for a long time, Y/N. I went through her father, but then he passed away, so I tried to proceed on my own, but she seemed uninterested. I would’ve left her alone, Y/N, I would have, but then her mother came to me. She said everything would be fixed and she’d convince the stubborn girl.”

“So, you do love her,” Y/N tries to remain nonchalant, hands on her hips as if she’s figuring this mystery out with him. She’s trying, she really is, but she can;t help the feeling she would be discarded; that all she had just said to him and the many days prior were just something Cal needed to heal himself and move on. Y/N couldn’t - wouldn’t - be this girl for him: a rebound.

“That’s where I’m lost!” Cal chuckles stressfully, hand going to comb his hair back before he plays with the rings on his fingers. “I was so caught up in the chase, influenced by others, that I lost that spark I thought I had for her. It’s pitiful, really, but all the same painful for both ends. I didn’t mean to bring her through all of this, but I thought it was love that we shared. I just wanted to be that man for her because everyone thought I was. I don’t think I love her anymore Y/N, but I do feel there is a sense of protection and care that I still carry.”

Y/N looks at him impassively, “Well, do you love me?”

“I don’t think I know what love is, Y/N.”

“That’s not good enough, Cal. I know how I feel for you; I’ve told you a million times over, too. I’m willing to set my life down on you, but I can’t do that if you aren’t willing enough to do the same.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“You don’t want to keep me either, it seems.”

“I-I do, Y/N, it’s just difficult,” Cal snaps his eyes to meet hers, hand reaching for hers with a pained look. “I can’t lose you. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.”

Y/N stares at his hand for a moment, debating on whether or not she’d be willing to follow this man with his heart in knots. She wants him, she knows this, but the question is if he wants her. She fears she might walk down this path with him and somewhere in the woods, he decides it was all a mistake.

“I think you should talk to Jack,” Y/N suggests with a small smile. “He’s very smart and a good ear. He gives very good advice, too, and it seems you need it.”

Cal tries to reach his hand out for her to grab once more, but she pulls even farther away. 

“I want you to think this over, Cal, please. I need you to think this over just as much as you do. I don’t want either of use to regret this in the end and I wish for you to be happy. I’m not leaving, not yet. Just - think everything over, and don’t put your heart on me just because you know I need you. I’ll be in my room with my mother when you’ve thought it through,” Y/N smiles warmly. “Besides, even if we don’t work out, we can always be companions and have a crazy story to tell. Maybe cut the infidelity part out.”

Slowly, Y/N avoids Cal’s hands as she leans into him. His arms wrap around her waist as she stands in the embrace. His head leans into the crook of her shoulder in a bone-crushing grasp. She would give anything to hug him back, but it would make him the more confused. 

Her hands come up to cup his face, her thumbs stroking the apple of his cheeks. She smiles with a sadness in her features, eyes slightly glossy. Slowly, she leans in to peck a soft kiss to his forehead, then both eyelids, and finally, his mouth with a featherlight touch.

Just as quickly as she had entered his space, she removes herself completely, the immediate chill returning to Cal’s body and heart. 

“I’ll be waiting,” Y/N smirks over her shoulder, keeping face in front of the man who had broken her and filled her up multiple times in their short while being on the RMS Titanic.

Once she is finally out of view does she let her facade fall, tears brimming her eyes quickly as she makes her way to the bow of the ship, needing some air. She wishes this wouldn’t be so hard, but she knows emotions tend to get in the way of things. What may seem to be such a simple answer would be ignorant to include all the attachments and effects a decision has.

Y/N knows, for her own selfish greed, that she would want Cal to be hers fully, but she also knows that that wouldn’t come about easily. Even if Cal were to pick her tonight, he would still have to learn a life without a woman he had grand intentions for; a man who felt so strongly for a woman and her protection just a few days ago - even if the woman never wanted him.

It’s a hard decision.

Y/N continues to think and mull over her options as she sits on a bench at the front decks, basking in the cold and enjoying the view of the stars. Drawn from her thoughts, in the far distance before her, there’s a huge, dark figure.

She jolts up quickly, fearfully watching as the figure grows closer by the second. It doesn’t take long until the true size of the figure, in its everlasting glory, makes itself apparent.

“Iceberg, straight ahead!” the men yell from their posts above her.

Quickly, Y/N runs back towards the starboard of the Titanic where she had last seen Cal, but she isn’t fast enough. The ships turns sharply to the left, the iceberg coming straight for the right side. Her side. Cal’s side. 

She’s forced to throw herself flush with the wall, the ice slamming onto the starboard as a hard, disastrous screech of metal is met with an unstabling shake. Falling on the deck’s wooden planks, she stares in horror as she feels the premature grief and paralyzing fear.

The Titanic has been hit. 

#caledon hockley #cal hockley #caledon hcokley x reader #cal hockley x reader #caledon hockley imagine #cal hockley imagine #billy zane #billy zane x reader #billy zane imagine #Titanic 1997 #titanic x reader #titanic imagine #xreader #The Things I've Never Done

[80s4life]

The Things I’ve Never Done Pt.7

Word Count: 1,195

Status: Suggested!

@: @outrosins & numerous lovely anons!

A/N:Sorry this took so long! I missed you guys so much, but life is just too much sometimes!!!

Fandom: Titanic 1997

Relationship: Caledon "Cal" Hockley x Brown!Female!Reader

Summary: Memories are hit and miss; you either enjoy the feeling or you a deep regret, sadness, nostalgia, etc. As Y/N reaches the end of the adventure of her life, these very memories are the ones that hinder her from moving on, from truly accepting the damage she survived. She needed to take the good with the bad or nothing at all.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual activity, slight angst, forbidden love, leading up to disaster, switching periods (before/after)

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist Part One Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4* Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 [epilogue]

Taglist: @tangledcopperstrands @snapessecretdiary

{gif is not mine, credits go to @yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere​}

Reciprocating instantly, he buries her head in his chest in greed, the other arm grasping her waist tightly. His façade falls instantly, crumpling to the floor as he feels he’s finally found what he was looking for: a woman to have and to hold without the worry of money being the only link. The feeling was almost euphoric and too much for Cal, a series of tears streaming and pouring into Y/N’s hair.

She giggles, looking up at Cal. Readjusting their bodies on the floor, Y/N drapes her legs over Cal’s, wrapping them around his back in a criss-cross fashion. Then, with her body facing his, she grabs his face soothingly, wiping away his tears with care. Smiling, Y/N leans in to peck Cal’s lips, earning her a smile.

“I may leave this ship with you, but you have to swear no doubt in my loyalty. Do you understand, Cal?”

“Yes…” Cal responds in remorse, pecking Y/N’s lips for reassurance.

“Oh! And I want a pretty ring! You can’t have me running around America a free woman, now can you?” Y/N giggles, just imagining the endless possibilities as Cal leans his head into her collarbone. “No more yelling either.”

“I could work with that,” he responds, voice muffled, “That’ll do just fine.”

To be continued...

Chapter 7: Watch the Dream Fade Away

<3rd Person Perspective>

Even after all this time, after so many years, Y/N still distinctly remembers the smallest details of that majestic piece of machinery; the beautiful lie that had sent so many people to the bottom of the North Atlantic Ocean and left families distraught. But not only was it the RMS Titanic, it was that very room that she spent many memorable moments in: her first time, her first fight, and her first confession of love.

She distinctly remembers the space in the room, where the back wall was lined with wide windows that enveloped the room with the warm glow of the mesmerizing sun. She remembers the glow that enhanced Cal’s features, how at peace he truly felt - how comfortable he was. She remembers the sheer curtains that allowed privacy, and even the huge clock atop the mantle of one out of the three fireplaces in the expanse of the room. And, when she reminisces of the fun and exciting times she had with the amazing man of her dreams, she remembers the oak doors; how they locked them all in their own childish lust, barricaded them up just to get them all torn back down with guards, escaping with adrenaline coursing their blood in mischief.

But, when she searches for the good times in her rocking chair, the soft smile that caresses her features soon fade in a shady mist, and then she snaps back to reality. She remembers all the bad that threatened to shroud the good; she remembers what happened that frightful early morning.

///

They’d stayed in that embrace well into the early morning hours, but that didn’t matter. They’d made a promise - an oath - to be with each other through thick and thin, but a promise is not always easy to keep. No matter how hard Y/N tried to see the bright side as she laid on her side, Cal’s head cradled in her arms, she knew that actions spoke a thousand words and were truly difficult to follow through with.

She stares off into the distance of the room, slowly brushing his hair out of his face and petting it once she was satisfied. She was comfortable here in her little safe haven, and she quite enjoyed the great memories she’s endured in this very room. The mere thought of her excursions still bring her a tint in the cheeks, but they needed to move soon, or they would be in bigger trouble than the last time they’d stayed.

Lightly placing his head on the soft padding of the crinoline that was placed underneath her dress the night before, Y/N scampers off to collect her clothes again, shimmying into her undergarments, corset and the dress itself, skipping the extra layers. Finishing the ties in the back, Y/N slips into her heeled boots without her socks, knowing that she has the ability to change into new clothes if she leaves now.

Placing herself lightly on her knees, Y/N grabs one of Cal’s hands and brings it to her lips, kissing it while the other lightly scrapes at his scalp lovingly. “Cal...” she whispers quietly, “You have to get up, Sweetheart. We have to get back to our rooms if we don’t want to get caught in here.”

Grumbling lightly, Cal’s eyes open slowly, looking up at the woman. Steadily, his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room and it doesn’t take long for a smile to creep onto his features. 

“Come on Sleepyhead, we gotta get ready for the day,” she nudges him, a bashful smile encompassing her features.

All he does is hums soothingly, then, with a tug of his hand still tucked into hers, he pulls her to lay on his chest, the hand falling to rub soothingly on her back. Sighing, Y/N gives in just this once, hand moving to stroke his jaw. “We do need to go though, Cal.”

“Yeah, but I just want to hold you a little longer, before the world crashes on us and our relationship.”

“You plan on informing them today?”

“I think we owe them the knowledge, and we only have 2 days left on this ship before these people no longer have to be affiliated with us.”

“I’m with you if this is what you feel is right, but I would hold off until maybe a little later. If Rose’s mother is good for anything, it’s for making your life miserable as you listen to her whine.”

“That’s not fair Darling, she was just brought up a certain way.”

“I’ve spoken to Rose, Cal, that woman has dragged her through all the unfaithful things just be in this very spot.”

He hums again, staring at the ceiling. “Your never going to forgive her, are you?” Y/N asks, propping her chin up on his chest.

“I could learn to, I suppose, but it’s not a wound I feel like patching up just as it was cut. I don’t regret what led me here, but I feel remorse for what I lost with burning bridges on bad terms.”

“I understand,” Y/N smirks, laying her head back down. 

Cal strokes her hair for a moment more, basking in the peace, before patting her head with intention. “I think we should get going now,” Cal smirks playfully.

“Oh, now is a good time for you?” Y/N giggles, earning a chuckle from Cal. 

He doesn’t answer her, getting up and dragging his feet to the individual misplacement of clothes. Y/N watches him with admiration and desire, picking up the under layers of her dress from where they slept on the floor. Sighing, they leave the double doors together and go their separate ways, waving with longing eyes as they turn back to the world that was still unaware and unknowing of their new relationship.

...

Y/N had made her bed that morning, something she didn’t do regularly or without being instructed by her mother. She cleaned her room up and left no traces of dirt behind, skipping breakfast altogether to bask in a long bath. Molly had told the women that she was feeling seasick, allowing her daughter the freedom society only allows rarely.

By lunch, Y/N was draped along a lawn chair on the side deck, reading a novel with a glass of tea. After some choice wording, her mother tore away from the wealthy folk too, and snuck away with her daughter for bonding time. She found her on the deck and played games, describing the shapes of the clouds and just embracing random conversations. It wasn’t much, but it meant the world to Y/N every time they did something like this; to just bask in her companionship and bond with her mother.

And, by night, Y/N sat at the table with the rest of the people once more, claiming she’d felt better with a smile and sly glance at her partners in crime: Caledon Hockley and Molly Brown. It was the same banter, the same gossip. It felt like nothing was out of place and no one had seemed to truly admire the normalcy. 

To Be Continued...

#Caledon Hockley #caledon hcokley x reader #caledon hockley imagine #titanic cal #Cal Hockley #cal x reader #cal hockley x reader #billy zane #billy zane x reader #billy zane imagine #titanic 1997 #titanic imagine #titanic x reader #titanic

[80s4life]

The Things I’ve Never Done Pt.6

Word Count: 1,719

Status: Sugested!

@: @outrosins & numerous lovely anons!

A/N: I’M SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN TAKING FOREVER! I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY!

Fandom: Titanic 1997

Relationship: Caledon "Cal" Hockley x Brown!Female!Reader

Summary: Confusion is a pitiful thing. As is time. It’s highly overlooked yet highly valued under specific circumstances. A relationship depends on chemistry, love, understanding, and time. You hardly know the man you’d put your life on the line for, yet to you, time is just a figure of imagination just as long as the love doesn’t fade. That’s exactly what you plan on doing, too, never letting that fire die.

Warnings: language, questioned loyalty, name calling, accusations, neglect, loss, sadness, minor mentions of starvation, WE HAVE CAL LADIES AND GENTS!

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist Part One Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4* Pt.5 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 [epilogue]

Taglist: @tangledcopperstrands @snapessecretdiary

{gif is not mine, credits go to @}

Nodding her head weakly, Y/N prepares herself for the day ahead, the day she knew would be full of lingering gazes and quick checks over the shoulder. As the last knots were wound, last layer of crinoline was placed, her dress fell over her shoulders, fitting her form perfectly. It was a pretty dress, but Y/N’s attention on it quickly dulled as she looked at her face. Nothing was particularly out of the ordinary, but her eyes had shifted in a way, her emotion swirling within them to appear puppy-like.

“You’re going to be fine, Baby. If he doesn’t change, then let it be. Men are different at times, unable to see what they truly desire until it’s too late. It’s a woman’s job to move on,” Molly states once more, squeezing her daughter’s shoulder blade before leaving the room, allowing Y/N to collect herself as she takes a final look at her reflection.

“Still the Y/N I was, someone else entirely on the inside,” she smirks, recollecting her sense of being, “Fuck men.”

To Be Continued...

Chapter 6: Those Whose Hearts Are United Beat As One

<3rd Person Perspective>

With a somewhat new outlook on life, Y/N makes her way down the grand stair case once more, catching a glimpse of the man she dreads for. The men and women were gathered together, awaiting their seating as they planned to conjoin as a party. Just swell, Y/N grimaces.

Molly spots her instantly, as does Jack Dawson, smiling and waving her over. Cal watches the whole interaction quietly, watching her. She felt that exact gaze and longed to join it, but she feared her heart would break if she had. 

There was inner turmoil in her mind. She’d just met Cal the night before, spending the whole night with him. She barely knew him yet decided it would be right to give him the only thing that gave her “value” to the public’s eye. She fell so easily, so stupidly, for a man who was off limits. Engaged! ...But, she still wants him nonetheless. She hates it.

“Hey!” Jack glows as Y/N drags her way over in mock-delight, “How are you?” 

“I’m as good as it gets it seems...” Y/N looks at Cal, quickly turn back in enough time to dodge his eyes.

Jack sneers, but then playfully adds, whispering, “I saw you disappear with him yesterday. Hell, I was surprised that you managed to get him below deck with the ‘worthless scum!’”

Y/N lets a giggle escape at that, kindly remembering having to physically drag the man down the rickety stairs. “I know, right?” she questions, still laughing.

“Yeah, but on a more interesting topic, what did you actually do last night?” he wiggles his eyebrows.

She blushes at the mention, wondering if she’s that transparent. “I might’ve gotten a little lucky...” she muses with a coy smile.

“Ooohhh!” he teases.

“Jack, oh my, please stop. You’ll draw attention,” Y/N quickly yelps in embarrassment, some of the rich folk watching now.

“Whose attention?” he teases again.

“Oh, like you didn’t have a specific someone’s attention either?” Y/N fires back, smiling triumphantly at the red boy.

“Oh stop it you two, you sound like squabblin’ five year olds!” Molly scolds, smirking despite her firm order.

“Yeah Jack, quit it,” Y/N smiles.

“Whatever...” he clears his throat, embarrassed.

Upon a quick announcement, the party was called to attention, led in the direction of the table to seat them all. Almost growling, Y/N lifts her dress slightly at its length, walking pristinely as the rest of the women. 

The group gets seated and is delivered their fair share of exquisite brunch meals. Men brag, women gossip, everyone talks. It’s all the same, except for what Y/N knew no one could see or even understand if they could. Feeling eyes burning the side of her head, Y/N looks up from her untouched plate sadly, meeting the pair of chocolate browns she was trying to ignore. 

Cal stares at her openly, even as Rose had looked over in boredom and her mother in disgust. She looks back at him despite what was on the line if they were questioned. Cal smirks slightly at Y/N, which she returns in confused warmth, but his expression soon turns darker as the memories resurface. 

He turns away again, as if he was just shot in the chest when looking at the beautiful woman, an expression of hurt evident. Y/N could see it, the whole table did, but no one was either kind nor interested enough to ask the selfish man.

The same charade was played as the night had eased on; with plenty of drinks, conversation, parties, and meals that were placed between the late morning into the night. Dinner was a pity party and neither one of the two young adults spoke to one another. 

That was until a small, rolled up napkin was pegged onto another series of Y/N’s unwanted foods. A small note written in precise cursive.

Instantly, Y/N looks up in a swirl of emotion. Awaiting her approval, Cal leans against the enormous door frame desperately, smiling when he receives a weak nod. Pointing at the costly watch draped around his wrist, he lifts his hands to reveal the number 12. 12 am, Y/N smiles, relieved.

///

Hurrying in a swift pace, Y/N follows the exact path she took early the morning before, the path they took together. Almost running past the numerous doors, Y/N’s heart pounds in unease, eyes catching sight of the ballroom doors slightly ajar.

Stuttering to a stop just before her hand reaches the doorknob, she almost cries with the unresolved emotions scattering about in her body. She loves him, she fears what’ll happen to them, she’s nervous of how the public would view her and the relationship, she’s sad of how things were left, and most of all, she’s confused about where Cal’s feelings lie.

Taking in a deep breath, she pulls the rest of the door open, relieved to see Cal leaning against a large window. 

Clearing her throat, Y/N closes the door and locks it, turning back to Cal, “Good evening.”

“Oh don’t give me that shit,” Cal quips, clearly frustrated.

“I’m confused as to what shit you’re referring to: how you abandoned everything that happened last night to act as nothing happened or the false respect I have for you?” Y/N fires back, slightly offended by Cal’s cruel demeanor.

“I acted like nothing had changed? What about you? ‘I bid you ado, gentlemen...Yes. Good day?’” Cal’s voice broadens, bordering yelling. “You used me like the dam whore you are!”

Gasping, Y/N’s face quickly falls, threatening to break down. “Of course that’s what you would see me as. Although, it does make sense, doesn’t it Cal? Because it seems to me like that was exactly as you had planned to use me, right? Like your little whore that you could tool around with until this ship docks in America!”

“I would never,” Cal steps closer, “Ever,” another step, “Cheat on my fiance with a worthless common whore.”

That was all it took for Y/N’s tears to fall, laughing in utter confusion. “What the hell does that mean?! You cheated on her last night when you used me!”

“You used me!” Cal screams, his face right in front of hers.

Face hardening, Y/N looks at the man she loves in regret, calmly stating, “I distanced myself from you because it was exactly what you’d done to me as we reached the stairs. You threw me away like I was nothing but a pleasurer. You were the one that ran away from me the moment people came into view, and left a night I will never forget at the door... So,” Y/N tries to calm her breathing, “I’m sorry for protecting myself from more heartbreak than was needed if I’d try to work this out. It’s clearly not in your intentions to have me in your life.”

Cal looks away from Y/N, turning away from her completely. “I-” his voice cracks, tears of his own falling delicately down his defined cheeks, “I never used you Y/N. I-I...I was scared, I think,” he turns back to her, grabbing her hands. “I didn’t understand what had happened this morning, and I-. I assumed the worst. I don’t want to lose you, but I just don’t know how to keep you either. I want you, Y/N. Not Rose. Not another woman, you.” 

Y/N’s face, puffy and red, cracks a smile as a glimmer of hope shimmers, Cal smiling back as he continues, “When we get off this ship, I’m getting off with you. Do you understand?”

Crying just tad bit more, she smiles wholeheartedly, “Of course I understand, Cal. That’s why I’m here with you, you idiot,” she cries as she hugs him.

Reciprocating instantly, he buries her head in his chest in greed, the other arm grasping her waist tightly. His façade falls instantly, crumpling to the floor as he feels he’s finally found what he was looking for: a woman to have and to hold without the worry of money being the only link. The feeling was almost euphoric and too much for Cal, a series of tears streaming and pouring into Y/N’s hair.

She giggles, looking up at Cal. Readjusting their bodies on the floor, Y/N drapes her legs over Cal’s, wrapping them around his back in a criss-cross fashion. Then, with her body facing his, she grabs his face soothingly, wiping away his tears with care. Smiling, Y/N leans in to peck Cal’s lips, earning her a smile.

“I may leave this ship with you, but you have to swear no doubt in my loyalty. Do you understand, Cal?”

“Yes...” Cal responds in remorse, pecking Y/N’s lips for reassurance.

“Oh! And I want a pretty ring! You can’t have me running around America a free woman, now can you?” Y/N giggles, just imagining the endless possibilities as Cal leans his head into her collarbone. “No more yelling either.”

“I could work with that,” he responds, voice muffled, “That’ll do just fine.”

#caledon hockley #caledon hockley x reader #caledon hockley imagine #cal x reader #cal titanic #titanic cal #titanic x reader #titanic 1997 #titanic imagine #titanic #jack dawson #rose dewitt bukater #molly brown #the unsinkable molly brown #female reader insert

[80s4life]

What I’m Thankful For*

Word Count: 2,554

Status: Suggested!

Ask: Hello!! I read your recent part of your Cal story back when it first came out, when I went back to reread your story (becuase it's good) i forgot to let you how I thought about it. I loved it, I loved how Molly was (aka queen molly) I loved the way she comforted the reader, she reminds me alot of my mom tbh. Any way I cant wait for the next chapter!!! I also wanted to request a short fic about Cal and Reader having Thanksgiving dinner with their kids and maybe Reader makes the food???

@: @outrosins​

A/N: BESTIE! You are waaaay too kind to me! I absolutely loved this and I hope you enjoy it! We get a little steamy time with Cal, winter fun, and a loving Thanksgiving with our handsome man and kiddies! I hope you have an amazing Thanksgiving!

Side-Note: Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Be safe, give and receive love, we all need it! I love every single one of you guys and want you to have an amazing time this year! Thank you for sticking with me through these dreadful few years! Stay strong and keep on keeping on!

Fandom: Titanic 1997

Relationship: Caledon “Cal” Hockley x Reader

Summary: Winter fun and endless surprises, nothing compares to family. From the tender turkey, smooth ashed potatoes, and delicious pumpkin pie, a yummy meal is all it takes to bring people together. Although there were some hardships and an altered Thanksgiving, you wouldn’t pass up the peaceful day with just your husband and kids. They’re only gonna be this small for so long!

Warnings: smut, soft smut*, Thanksgiving, fluff, some swearing, snow, winter activities, BABIESSSS!

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary @tangledcopperstrands

{gif is not mine, credits go to @yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere​}

Key:

Y/S/N-Y/D/N= Your Daughter’s/Son’s Name

{This gif was 100% intentional. I absolutely love this man’s dramatic ass I swear...}

With the blaring of your alarm, your up for the day. Placing your fuzzy socks on your your cold feet, you shiver at the unusually cold weather of the winter. Slipping on your robe as well, you stare lovingly at the naked man sprawled across the bed, his bare ass a delightful view to you as you smile mischievously. 

Grabbing the blanket that had been long forgotten, you place it around Cal’s cold skin, kissing his head as he shifts his weight. “Still sleeping,” you mutter, relieved.

Continuing with your morning routine, you brush your teeth, brush your hair, and wash the sleepiness of the night away. You smile down at the small device you picked out from its hiding place, not yet wrapped in secrecy yet. It was a pleasing reminder, no doubt a delightful surprise to your little family of four. But, the present was not yet ready to be revealed.

“Not anymore,” your beloved mutters, sitting up lazily in bed. “Come back here you,” Cal smiles.

Placing the item back inits hidden crevice, you close the bathroom drawer and bounce over to the bed. There, Cal wraps his arms around you greedily, pinning you back down to the bed. Leaving kisses all over your face, the blanket hiding his modesty falls neglected on the bed’s mattress. You giggle, trying to shove away the ticklish brushes of his soft skin.

He does not stop, laughing along with you as the kisses glide down; between the valleys of your breasts, down your ribs as the robe is untied, all the way to the navel, earning Cal a gasp. He senses your eagerness, feeling the bubbly pebbles of goosebumps while his mouth reaches even lower.

Warmth envelopes you quickly, Cal’s mouth attaching itself to the most intimate of parts. Switching between your sensitive bud to the moisture of your smooth lips, Cal gives your ass a squeeze, inserting a finger. Moaning, you grab his bedhead, lifting your legs to drape over the backs of his shoulders. 

Moving to add a second finger, Cal thrusts them in tandem with his licks, humming at the taste. The extra vibration adds to the sensation, tightening your body even harder around his fingers. He toys with you, stopping every now and then to gaze up at your heaving form. 

“Stop teasing me,” you whine, looking back down at his eyes.

Laughing, he goes back to his mission, adding a quicker pace. Moaning, the coil in your stomach tightens as your body does. Taking this as a sign, Cal attaches his mouth to your nub, sucking hard without remorse. Your orgasm cracks through you instantly, screaming out as you shake from the intensity. Cal rides you through it, still not satisfied even as you groan out in over stimulation. 

“Cal,” you mutter breathlessly, “If you want me, all you have to do is ask,” teasing him.

“I don’t need to ask for what’s mine,” he growls, lifting you from the center of the bed and up towards the pillows. Wrapping your legs around his waste, he gathers some of your wetness with his hand wrapped around his dick. Going to say something more, all thoughts quickly disperse when Cal charges in, going at an inhumane pace with no time to adjust. 

Moaning loudly again, you try to brace yourself against the headboard, your volume increasing. The bed collides with the wall again and again, the only noise in the room being the sound of skin, breathing, the wall, and moans.

 Without a chance to catch your breath, another orgasm sends you over the edge. Cal thrusts increase selfishly, the feeling of you tightening around him sending thrills of euphoria. His lust soon comes to an end, shooting his cum into your body, charging a third orgasm from your used body.

Flopping beside you, Cal pulls you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. You prop your head up to look at him adoringly, “Morning sex is a nice treat. We should do it everyday.”

He grunts, looking down at your pleasantly fucked-out expression, “Maybe, but you’ll shoot me dry woman.”

You laugh at that, watching his eyes droop, exhausted once more. Taking advantage, you get back out of bed begrudgingly, snatching the present out of hiding once again.

Placing the present in your robe’s huge pocket, you quickly and quietly grab the wrapping paper, tape, and ribbon from your closet and make your way downstairs. Then, as you round the steps and are welcomed by the bright, highly open-pane windows, you are marveling again at the scenery. Crisp, white snowflakes fall delicately from the sky, gathering in a great buildup against the windows.

You smile nonetheless, excited to spend some time outside with your kids. Starting a brew of coffee, you reach into the cubbard for hot cocoa mix, marshmallows, sugar, and mugs, placing the items on the counter. Grabbing a big pot and its lid, you walk over to the refrigerator for milk, creamer, and chocolate bars.

Starting to heat up the grill above your stove, you pour some of the cocoa mix into the pot, as well as milk, then place the lid on top. Taking the pot to the grill, it starts to heat up while you go to make two cups of coffee. Cal was expected to get up very soon, if not now, you thought, he only needed a “power nap.” 

Adding logs to the fireplaces and setting them on fire, you go back to the kitchen counter. Pouring the creamer and sugar, you stand corrected as your sleepy beloved stumbles his way down the stairs.

Smiling at him, he looks up in time to give you a childish grin, hair a ruffled mess that you utterly idolize. “Good morning, Sweetheart. Happy Thanksgiving.”

“Happy Thanksgiving,�� he smiles, pulling you in for a swift kiss.

Giggling, you push him away, pointing to the glass windows excitedly, “It snowed!”

He laughs at your girlish antics, finding the interaction adorable. “We have to go enjoy that later on, huh?”

“Absolutely!” you demand, walking back into the kitchen to add the chocolate chips to the cocoa. “You want to wake up the kids or let them sleep in?”

“Let’s let them sleep in for a little bit, they have a whole day to enjoy once they get up.”

“Alright, guess that means I’m stuck with you for a few hours then...”

“Unfortunately,” Cal teases.

You groan playfully, then start to grab the food needed for the meal ahead, main focus placed on the turkey so it finishes on time. Cal, terrible at cooking, pulls a stool out from under the kitchen island, watching you work. He admires your talents, even if it is just cooking. He watches the way you tend to the kids, take care of everything in the house, help the children with every little issue, and even make time for him. You were just so beautiful and so marvelous to him.

Eventually, as the turkey was placed in the oven to slow cook, and some of the vegetables were taken care of, the babies get up close to noon, happy and bright eyed.

They were a fair mixture, your twins. Both Y/D/N and Y/S/N had Cal’s eyes, a piercing and demanding deep brown with a fierce stare. They also inherited his slight cleft chin, too. On the contrary, although the children did not share much of your features, they have your vibrant H/C hair and personality. Cal’s stubbornness, albeit a strong tool in the marketing world, was something that’s very aware in the kids, sadly.

Waddling, the two five-year-olds catch sight of the snow instantly and run over to Cal in anticipation. 

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! It’s snowing! Look, do you see it?” Y/D/N screams, begging to be lifted into Cal’s lap.

“Yes I see it Munchkin. Do you want to go playing in it?” Cal smiles dearly, wrapped around the little girl’s finger.

“YES!”

“Mommy, the snow’s EVERYWHERE!” Y/S/N yells from the windows, running back and forth from the kitchen and back. 

“I see it, Pudgy, I see it,” you answer him by his nickname, his chunky weight too cute to ignore.

“Alright! Get your butts upstairs and changed! You get go outside if you’re freezing!” Cal laughs, catching each of the twins in one arm, hefting them sideways on his waist and back up the stairs.

You heft a breathy laugh, checking the turkey and foods before joining everyone upstairs. You are instantly greeted by baby laughs and squeals, watching your babies pull on their snow suits. Continuing down the hall, you enter your room, greeted by your bigger baby doing the same. Soon, everyone is dressed, including yourself. Picking Y/D/N up, Cal picks up the other, opening the glass sliding door to step out into the biting cold. 

Breathing in the cool air, you smile as the kids tumble in the snow, trying to run in the foot-deep snow. As they continue out into the yard, you and Cal stand back to watch, casually taking Polaroids every so often to capture the moment. Laughing as Y/S/N falls over again, Y/D/N tackling him, Cal brings you in by the arm, wrapping it around your shoulder. 

“We did good,” he says, smiling with pride.

“Yes we did,” you kiss his jaw.

Later in the day, the sun prepares to set when you call everyone back in. “Go take some baths, I made them all nice and warm for you. They’ll keep you from freezing,” you smile, watching the twins run for their lives.

“Don’t come in Mommy, I can clean my hair myself!” Y/D/N orders, proclaiming independence. 

“Yes ma’am!” you laugh, checking up on the food while Cal sits back down at his chair he’d abandoned hours ago.

“You need some help?”

“All that’s left is setting the table, then we can eat,” you pull the turkey from the oven.

“I ca-” Cal quickly gets interrupted by squeals and pounding footfalls.

“-You can go get your kids,” you reassure, “I’ll get dinner.”

Smiling gratefully, Cal ascends up the stairs to collect the children, no doubt leaving a wet mess along the hardwood floors upstairs. Grabbing the table decor, you place a deep red table cloth over the solid wooden table top with a orange, yellow, and red leafed table runner down the middle. Eyeing the baggy of fake leaves, you go against your better judgement, cascading the autumn flowers all over the table. 

Casually moving some of the leaves out of the way, you place down the plates, specialty solid gold silverware (only used for special occasions), and matching napkins neatly in front of each members’ chair.

Stepping away to admire your masterpiece, you sigh relieved, going to add the numerous platters of Thanksgiving foods. You were slightly saddened by the inability of family members making it this year, but you couldn’t control the weather. It was a chance to spend alone time with the core of your family - the one you made yourself - and that was enough for you to stay happy.

Cal peacefully descends down the stairs once more, this time with the kids in tow. The chaos was postponed - for now - as their eyes collectively appreciate the finished product of another holiday completed.

“It looks amazing Momma,” Y/S/N says, astonished.

“Yeah, very nice Mommy,” Y/D/N adds.

They go to take their seats quickly, belly begging to be filled, and as Cal goes to walk past you, he nudges you, “You’ve truly outdone yourself, Gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” you smirk, blushing.

Making your way over, you fill the babies’ cups with their hot cocoa, pouring pale champagne into yours and Cal’s, Cal settling for filling their plates. You do his plate as well as his before finally sitting.  **Right here, you could add that you said grace, but I didn’t add it for those who do not**

** “Amen,” your family conjoins-” ** Digging in, everyone voices their opinions, groans and slurping sounds surprising you. It was the first meal you’d done all by yourself, usually having other participants in the baking and cooking. 

As the last of the contents are stuffed into full bellies, you get up giddily, making your way over to the present you’d wrapped and hidden in the bookcase in the living room, across from the kitchen and dining area. 

“Hey guys, I have a something wrapped here for the whole family,” you state, making the small item noticeable as you walk back over to the table and take a seat. Cal, clearly confused, looks at you questioningly, not remember getting anything for the kids. You smile, handing it over to them, “Do you want to do the honors of opening it up?” 

“Yes!” they scream simultaneously, ripping the wrapping paper quickly and sloppily.

Being met with a nice casing, they look up at you, then Cal, then back down, opening the box and pulling out a small device. Instantly, Cal’s eyes light up, looking at you.

“No...” he says, caught off-guard. 

“What is it?” Y/D/N asks. 

“How about you ask your Daddy?” you smile coyly.

Y/S/N hands the gadget over to Cal, still confused.

Cal’s eyes start to water slightly as the information reaches his eyes clearer, looking you in the eyes lovingly as he explains the test lying in his huge hands. “Well, you see, when mommies aren’t feeling too good, they pee on this stick. You see it?” he shows the end of the test to the kids. “Well, when they pee on it, they have to wait a little bit. And, after the wait, either one or two lines will magically appear in this little area here,” he points, instructing your twins.

“But, Daddy, this test has two lines?” Y/S/N pipes up, “What does the two lines mean?”

“I-It well- It means your Mommy has a baby in her belly...It means you two are both going to be a big brother and sister to whoever it is in there,” Cal smiles, a tear falling down his eye as he looks at you again. You cry a little too, glad to have another little extension to your family.

Your kids are ecstatic. They start running around and screaming, then try to talk to the baby. It takes a little more explaining for them to understand that the baby doesn’t just pop its head out or start talking back to them from the inside. They weren’t necessarily happy about the new information or the long wait ahead until they could meet their sibling either, but they were still excited nonetheless. 

Hell, the whole family was! A new baby to cherish, to love, and to protect. Another kid to share your proof of a love still held strong with the man of your dreams. Another pain in the ass that would grow to become a respectable adult, sharing the quirks and traits of their parents. It was the best Thanksgiving in your life!

Happy Thanksgiving 2021!

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[80s4life]

The Things I've Never Done Pt.5

Word Count: 1,885 (sorry it’s so short, it’s a transition chapter!)

Status: Requested!

Ask: I just read your titanic fic and omg please I need another part!!! I need them to be together!!! Cal should tell reader that he loves her or something and reader is like "we cant be together" but cal disagrees, something like that!!! 🥺 

{there was also an anonymous ask, you are not forgotten!}

A/N: I am so excited to finally come back to the story! I really had no clue how I was going to go forth with what I had planned in the events to come, but now, I feel I have the push for it, so expect more chapters!

Relationship: Caledon "Cal” Hockley x Female!Reader

Summary: It’s the night after, and you aren’t sure if you are proud or regretful of the events that took place last night. All you know is that you love him. You can’t have him. Yet why does it seem as if the person he’s supposed to belong to, has never actually had him to begin with?

Taglist: @intersellars-the-alien-of-human @snapessecretdiary {@outrosins for requesting!}

Warnings: the night after, language, secrets, forbidden love, mentions of smut, almost-smut in the beginning, self-empowering, BARELY ANY CAL IN THIS CHAPTER

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist Part One Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4* Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 [epilogue]

{not my gif, credits to @yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere​}

“Thank you,” I mutter quietly, staring into the blazing flames of the fire.

“No, thank you,” he answers sweetly, squeezing my waist lightly, nuzzling his face in my hair.

What I wanted to tell him at that moment would’ve spewed so easily from my mouth then, but I knew it wasn’t exactly my place to say it to him. He still had his fiance, and we still had separate lives apart from the day we’ve had today. That didn’t mean I was going to lie about my feelings however, as you can’t help love, can you? Even if its with someone you could never have, or could you?

To be continued...

Chapter 5: All That’s Loved Is Not Yet Lost

<3rd Person Perspective>

Waking up to the sound of rustling and smell of a long died-out fire, Y/N sits up with a yawn. Taking her time in fully awakening, she rubs the sleep out of her eyes and looks around, finding Cal half-bare, his dress pants and shoes back on but lacking a top of any sort, and looking out a window. Wrapping a towel around her body, she tiptoes behind him, wrapping her arms around his waste from behind as she reaches the proper proximity.

With a hushed and breathy giggle, Cal makes no attempt in turning to the person holding him captive, knowing who it is by now. “Good morning, Dear.”

Smiling at the nickname used just a few hours ago, Y/N leaves a trail of kisses from the center of his spine and upwards, “And to you, Darling.” 

The sun, from the view outside the window, has just begun to peak from the dark blue cloak of the ocean. It had to of only been about 4 hours of sleep for Y/N, most definitely less for Cal, but they wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Shifting slightly, Cal envelopes her smaller form into his, kissing the top of her head, and upon her lifting her eyes to gaze into his eyes, he leaves a lingering kiss to her lips as well. The heat of the passion begins to build as they refuse to let go of one another, Cal’s hands moving to remove the minuscule towel hiding her body from him. Hands wandering warm skin, Y/N moans in need once more. It was almost an unspoken agreement, their minds constantly working with one another, as they both groan in dissatisfaction and want. 

The moment, coming to an abrupt end, gets interrupted by banging on doors. Jolting back, the pair train their eyes to the source of the noise, finding that they’d still left the doors barricaded for privacy during their mini escapades. Hurrying to finish dressing, Cal helps Y/N back into the slightly stretched and wrinkled dress he’d hung from the banister in front of the fire, drying it for her carefully.

Taking her hand, on instinct now, he motions for her to be quiet with a finger to his lips. Nodding with a devious smirk, the couple move to the other side of the room, opposite of the banging and commotion, and sneak out of one of the other sets of doors. Now walking down the hall, they let out a series of laughs as they are able to flee the scene, hearing the faint smashing of the furniture being thrown away from the doors protecting the secret that was kept the night before.

Being led back to the Grand Staircase, Cal lets go of Y/N’s hand, distancing himself from her as they near the end of their adventure. Almost in disappointment and a tinge of sadness, Y/N almost goes to grab his hand again. That was, until she realized just who she truly was in his life. Saving the dwelling for another time, she walks beside him quietly, avoiding his gaze even as he side eyes her secretly.

At the top of the staircase now, Y/N looks down the flights of stairs, then takes a saddened breath in as she faces him. Her love; even if they’d just known each other for a day. “Thank you. It’s been a very pleasant time with you, and now I bid you ado, gentleman.”

Slightly dumbfounded, Cal takes a moment to process the situation, then acts instantly, shaking her outstretched hand, “And to you, miss. I plan to see you at brunch, if I’m not mistaken?”

“Yes. Good day.”

Without a second more, Y/N moves swiftly and up to her room. She hadn’t known if Cal had watched her go, or if he’d even cared as much to maybe turn if he hadn’t. Constantly swiping the tears threatening to bubble over, she hurries to her family’s temporary common room, wanting nothing more than to cry and sleep the rest of the day away, even if she knew that was not looked upon lightly.

Entering her room in a whoosh of air, the door flies open, almost smashing against the way as she goes to catch it in time. The lights were still off, usually indicating that her mother was still asleep; they were still not too keen on the ways of the riches, having to be put on a tight schedule at all times. Sighing in relief, Y/N closes the door with a weak click, the tears finally able to pour down her face. 

And down they go, cascading down her delicate, rosy cheeks, soaking into the neckline of her destroyed dress, a reminder of the time she’s starting to regret. She knew that what happened was no regret however, somehow knowing that this man was more than just a ‘fling’ the wealthy women had described to her before. No, Cal was more -way more- as he’d shown her things she’d never seen, treated her ways no one else has, shown her a side no one else has ever seen. This knowledge crushes her soul even more, causing her to rumple her dress even more as she curls into herself against the door.

“What’s wrong baby?” suddenly whispers her mother, Molly. Y/N hadn’t seen her mother walk in, hating herself a tiny bit more as she woke her loved one up in a fit of her own selfish loathing.

“I-It’s nothing, Mama, I swear. Just some girls being girls...” Y/N tries to reason.

“Now, I’ve seen those tears before, Baby, I know that look on your face. It’s that same look that brought you on this ship in the first place. Someone hurt ya’ didn’t they?” her mother whispers calmly, wrapping her arm around the back of her daughter’s shoulders, now sitting beside her.

“...No- I mean- Not in the way I think you’re catching on to... I-I-” Y/N trips over her words, uncertain of whether she should tell her mother the truth. Soon making her mind up quickly, she scolds herself for the distrust, “I met someone Mama. Someone special.”

“I figured...I got that look when I met your father,” she smiles, “But why are you crying Baby? Liking someone shouldn’t scare you.”

“Because- Because... Because I can’t have him Mama,” Y/N starts to cry once more, placing her head on her knees.

“Nonsense!” her mother yelps, looking at her gorgeous daughter. She was the diamond in the rough, the delicate flower that shined brighter than any others in the field. Y/N was smart, generous, determined, kind, and loving -almost too much so- to her mother, simply one of a kind.

Looking up at her mother, she goes to argue with her, but refrains at the sheer confusion in Molly’s eyes. She looked at her like she was crazy, like she was already winning at whatever she’d felt she lost. Sniffling, she says, “Let me tell you instead, maybe you’ll understand.” And so she does, pouring her heart out to her mother; crying, laughing, and smiling at times as she talks of all the parts she hated and enjoyed immensely.

Upon nearing the end, her mother’s confusion increased, but not for the reasons Y/N thought. “Baby, I need ya’ to settle yourself right now,” she starts sternly, “That man, whether I feel he’s right for you or not, is something real special to ya’. And when we Browns find someone, or something, like that, we don’t take too lightly to letting that go. Cal is just conflicted is all, and all you need to do is clear it up for him.”

“Mama, he’s engaged!”

“Engaged and unhappy! Just because he’s engaged does not mean he can’t back out of it sweetheart! ...Now look at me, you’re gorgeous, ya’ hear me? You ain’t got those genes form nowhere!”

Y/N giggles, starting to feel better now that her mother knows, her true hero.

“Get in that tub, run the hot water, and hurry up now, alright? We need to show Cal what he’s longing for, huh? I’ll go get your clothes,” Molly resonates, turning and walking into the fitting room before her daughter could argue. 

Sighing, Y/N gives into her mother’s antics, slightly grateful for her mother’s country upbringing and mannerisms. Running the tap, Y/N steps in when the water was warm enough, sighing as she’s able to relax in the soothing depths of waves. Dozing off, she gives into the rest her body involuntarily claimed, Molly walking in to finish what her daughter was too tired to finish, combing and washing her daughter’s hair with a warm smile. 

It reminded her of Y/N as a child, the same baby still residing in the adult she is now. Her eyes, most of all, reminds Molly everyday that she has nothing to worry about, her daughter’s big and mischievous eyes never dying as she’s tied to the ‘life of royalty.’ 

Stirring with a tap on the shoulder, Y/N jolts up, wrapping her head around to gaze at her mother. Molly smiles again at the reminder of her memories that had just played around in her head moments ago, Y/N’s deep Y/E/C locking on her mother in the same common fondness she’s always had.

“Come on Baby, let’s get ya’ changed for brunch, huh? Get some food in your tummy.”

Nodding her head weakly, Y/N prepares herself for the day ahead, the day she knew would be full of lingering gazes and quick checks over the shoulder. As the last knots were wound, last layer of crinoline was placed, her dress fell over her shoulders, fitting her form perfectly. It was a pretty dress, but Y/N’s attention on it quickly dulled as she looked at her face. Nothing was particularly out of the ordinary, but her eyes had shifted in a way, her emotion swirling within them to appear puppy-like.

“You’re going to be fine, Baby. If he doesn’t change, then let it be. Men are different at times, unable to see what they truly desire until it’s too late. It’s a woman’s job to move on,” Molly states one more, squeezing her daughter’s shoulder blade before leaving the room, allowing Y/N to collect herself as she takes a final look at her reflection. 

“Still the Y/N I was, someone else entirely on the inside,” she smirks, recollecting her sense of being, “Fuck men.”

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[80s4life]

The Things I've Never Done

Word Count: 1,573

Status: Not Requested!

Fandom: Titanic 1997

A/N: So I had just rewatched Titanic for the 1000th time since it had been a while. I absolutely love Caledon and Molly Brown although Cal was a total ass, and I couldn't help but write something for him since there isn't enough for him on this platform. This imagine takes place when Cal sends his goon down the staircase to the bottom deck party, where Rose is found with Jack, and that whole charade!

Relationship: Caledon "Cal" Hockley x Brown!Female!Reader

Summary: At the dinner where Jack is introduced as Rose's unexpected hero, Molly's youngest child, Y/N, quickly catches onto the unspoken feelings between the pair. It soon seems that she is not the only one as Cal had caught on soon enough. Y/N observes him at afar, feeling a strange connection to the otherwise arrogant man, and soon learns that even in the land of riches, there are simply many things that are never truly seen.

Warnings: Language (duh), mentions of smoking, cheating, and sexual themes (although nothing really happens at all, trust me!)

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist  Pt.2  Pt.3 Pt.4* Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 [epilogue]

{Not my gif and additional information was given from extensive research of the actual Molly Brown and Titanic}

Chapter 1: The Blind Man and the Dreamer

<Your Perspective>

I've always been a dreamer. It was a habit of mine to get lost from the universe and just dive into the fine details that are usually overlooked by the majority of humanity that passes by. But then again, that's because humanity teaches you to think that the most beautiful things are bought and don't come for free. Although it may apply to some situations, I still find the statement untrue, for I believe that the greatest pleasures are what you make it, not what you buy for an amount of time and throw away once it expires.

Latching onto the pole in front of me, I am violently yanked from behind me in a ever tightening corset. My mother, Molly grunting in response to the force she applies. And for what? Approval of the privileged? So that I can hide my true figure to fit the desires of the public's eye? I knew all my complaints were all in vain, for if if I had not wanted this, I shouldn't have boarded the Titanic with my mother, Molly. I had had a choice to stay in the beautiful Parisian home we Brown's had owned, but my nephew, Lawrence, had fallen ill. I was never one to be selfish, and family was always a value held high above anyone or anything else.

As she had left me to my own devices, meaning dressing myself in the many layers of clothes to build the dress for this evening, a boy, about my age, had appeared. He was clad in one of my older brother's suits, blonde hair slicked back, button-downed vest and all. He was quite the looker if I had said so myself, but simply not my taste. My mother had trailed behind right after him, giving him a delighted once-over with, "I was right! You and my son are just about the same size!"

He happily replied with, "Close!" checking himself over in the many mirrors of our dressing room. Me, now leaning against the door frame, whistled as a response, adding to the heartfelt moment. I had seen the boy before, although I had never spoken to him. It wasn't about our classes, rather it was our schedules; mine being planned for the remainder of my stay on the Titanic, and his being whatever he wanted at the time.

He looked at me sheepishly, a blush tinting his features as he straightened out the last bits of his suit. With that, I had realized that I appeared a stranger to him, him not even knowing if I belonged in this room to begin with. I quickly apologized and introduced myself, him doing the same.

On our walk to the grand staircase, I had gotten to know him, the two of us having many things in common, and him becoming more of like a brother than a less fortunate boy. The boy, Jack, had been the talk of the whole upper class as he had been a supposed hero, saving the Bukater girl from apparently falling off the ship. I had seen through his little charade though, knowing there was more than he was letting on, but I had let it go with a simple smirk his direction as we had now awaited the rest of the party at the bottom of the steps.

Moments later, the spoken Bukater girl had appeared, not before her fiance and mother though, making her entrance a little off in my opinion. Yes, it was polite that her mother and fiance had a very good connection, but why hadn't he been by his fiance's side rather than the mother's? This dinner is going to go swimmingly.

I snickered as I watched Jack take the arm of Rose, joking around as boys always do, getting her to giggle as well. It was adorable, I had thought, that people of such different worlds could compliment each other so well. I wasn't too different from them too, coming from rags to riches, not being princess trained as the rest. That didn't mean that I was underprivileged though, having possibly more respect than they think they let on.

My mother nudged my arm, not realizing that I was already at the table, having to take a seat. It was there that I had seen Rose's fiance, Caledon, or Cal as people have called him. He was a tall man with a bulky yet lean build to him. His broad shoulders and mysteriously dark eyes complimenting his very being. He was gorgeous. His voice was just as silky as the way he carried himself.

I couldn't help but watch him throughout dinner, not too much to scare him, but more in a way of observation. He seemed to be a very difficult man, not so much one for love an affection towards the ones he so-called "cares for," but it seemed as if this wasn't entirely a trait he had picked up on his own. I could tell there was a different person within his being, but as quickly as I had sat down was as quick as the dinner had ended, the men separating themselves for a drink of Brandy and Jack sneaking away with a sly grin.

As he left, I followed him, grinning once meeting him at the staircase. "Boo," I said nonchalantly, not wanting to scare him, but not being all too jumpy either, not wanting to impose. He just simply rolled his eyes playfully, looking me in the eyes briefly before returning his gaze to the clock right before our beings. I giggled, "So are you going to the party below deck? Your friend, Fabrizio, I think it was? Oh, and his friend Tommy! They're quite the characters, just the type of people I like to wreck havoc with. They had mentioned it to me, telling me I was 'okay enough.' If you're wondering, I think that is the perfect date for Rose. I can see the chemistry between you two, and I can tell a trapped person when I see one. She'll love it, and she kind of needs it in a way?"

"Thanks," he giggles, "I figured Tommy would've said something. He found you pretty cool. I guess that means you're coming too?" I simply nod, feeling the excited jitters run down my back. "Cool," is all he manages before said Rose finally makes her appearance. As the pair disappear to do God knows what, I decide to take a little stroll, maybe even stargazing, before partying the night away and getting straightened up by the morning.

Making my way to the bow of the ship, I breathe in the fresh air, feeling the stress of the day finally leave my body. I did, though, stop abruptly as a familiar yet mysterious figure casts a shadow from one of the benches closest to the very front. I analyze him quietly, noticing a strong pinch in his features, almost like he's hurt? It wasn't a look I preferred for him. Quite frankly, it wasn't a face or mood I liked on anyone.

Taking a seat calmly, I distance myself a little ways away, giving him his space. He glances quickly, but overall ignores my existence altogether. "I guess you're having an amazing time?" Stupid. Stupid, why would you say that?

He snorts quietly, finally looking up at the stars, sighing slowly, "I guess you could say that. A street rat taking your fiance out of your grasp, whoring her around to his benefit. She's my fiance! I buy her the finest riches! The most ugliest paintings she calls beautiful, yet she can't even bat an eyelash my direction. She'd rather sneak around with that poor white trash with no benefit in his future."

I take in his small rant silently, not really knowing if it was meant to be all said out loud to myself or maybe the world, where no one is there to listen but himself. Otherwise, I couldn't help but take his words to heart, "You know, he's not so bad once you get to know him. Or what he values rather."

"What?" he replies shortly, not really expecting me to actually defend the boy or answer him to begin with.

"Jack is a drawer. An artist even. He sees the beauty in things that go underestimated, underrated, and overlooked. He's a dreamer. I'm a dreamer. You, you are a man blinded by his own wealth and fortune. You're materialistic without even realizing it! You do know that not everything needs to be bought right? And love, love is another story. You can't stop love even if you tried, arranged or not, it's love. Have you ever even tried to live life outside of luxury? Taken risks?"

He takes in this new information surprisingly, actually considering the words that had spewed so naturally and from the heart. After a moment of silence, he finally answers, whispering, "No, no I haven't." He finishes his sentence, now looking at me, staring into my eyes, the loneliness and uncertainty evident.

I almost feel bad for him, considering the fact that I don't know him either. He probably never had the chance to be a kid, reckless and free, dumb and crazy. With that thought, I quickly ask him, "Want me to show you?"

To be continued...

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[80s4life]

The Things I’ve Never Done Pt.4*

Word Count: 2,007

Status: Not Requested!

A/N: Did some research to see where I could take this story. I just found out that the first class was allowed to play in pools on the ship...I had no clue. So let’s get spicy huh? My very first smut piece!

Important A/N: I just realized that the Brown! part of the reader may come off as racist, but what I meant was the last name Brown, the same as the reader’s mother, the Unsinkable Molly Brown!  Sorry if this gave anyone confusion or harsh feelings, I truly did not mean to come off in an offending way!

Relationship: Caledon “Cal” Hockley x Brown!Female!Reader

Summary: With the embers of their hearts burning in the flames of love, it’s only natural for the reader and Cal to finally give into their desires, their person, their soulmate.

Warnings: Smut, nsfw, giving the v-card 

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist Part One Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 [epilogue]

{Not my gif and totally intentional...I did more research, as usual}

As the two move in closer, just merely a breath away, Y/N's heartbeat pounds in her ears, making her wondering if Cal could hear just how loud it was right now. Just as they go to lean in, a security member comes out, flashing a bright beam from his flashlight into the pair's eyes. "Sorry to bother you, we were just informed of a scream and came to check it out. I'll be on my way now, goodnight!"

Laughing, Y/N leads Cal to the entrance, leading him to his next mystery.

Now we continue...

Chapter 4: When Two Worlds Collide As One

<3rd Person Perspective>

Taking Cal’s arm within her own, Y/N leads him to her last destination. It was against anything Cal’s ever been taught, the same applying to her, only she had just learned the life of the royals. Nearing the double doors, Y/N steps behind Cal, covering his eyes with her hands, temporarily blinding him. All he does is smile as he has come to know Y/N’s playful nature by heart now, having soaked in every detail about her throughout the hours of the long day they’ve spent together, growing more of a stronger attachment to her than he ever has with Rose, her mother, or any woman he’s had before.

“Now, when I remove my hands, I still want you to close your eyes.  Is that understood, Mr. Hockley?” Y/N says in a mockingly stern tone, as if she were superior than him.

Nodding his head, he does as she tells him, keeping his eyes closed even after Y/N’s delicate hands leave his soft face.  Lightly, she tugs at Cal’s jacket, pulling it off, moving to do the same with his shoes and socks underneath. She removes her own shoes as well, undoing her hair from the intricate yet simple hairdo she has placed to keep her h/l hair out of her face. In one swift moment of time, she tells Cal, “Hold your breath,” not giving him the time to question her as she shoves him into the pool right beside their figures.

Gasping, Cal emerges from the cool water instantly, a strike of what felt like electricity coursing through his veins, something he’s never felt before; laughing a hearty, full body laugh that Y/N’s never heard before. The deep rumbling and utter naturalism of it stealing a laugh of her own.  “You. You are much more than you look you know,” Cal states breathlessly, still chuckling lightly.

“I know, but that’s what makes things interesting. More fun, if you ask me,” Y/N answers lightly, splashing some water from the edge of the pool at him.

“Oh, your going to regret that,” Cal answers, wiping his face off once more. Eyes growing darker, Cal walks to the nearest edge, hefting himself back out of the water, only goal now being trained on payback.

Y/N squeals instantly, running around to the opposite end of the pool, continuing to do so as Cal chases her about, the two laughing as the chase continues. Y/N slips at one point, falling on her ass, laughing harder now as her lungs beg for air. From the laughing or the exertion, maybe even a bit of both.  Either way, Y/N gets back up weakly, stumbling about as Cal finally catches up with her. Grabbing her by the waist tightly, Cal yanks Y/N into the cool blue water with him once more.

Y/N squeaks at the temperature of the water, but all in good fun, for Cal isn’t done with her yet, assaulting her with splashes of water, starting another war. Again, they fight to be the better victor, acting as adult children as they decide splashing just isn’t good enough, moving to dunking and pushing each other around. The two being so lost in each other.

With adrenaline coursing through their veins, Y/N goes to push Cal’s shoulders once more, but abruptly stops as he instead, moves to pull Y/N into him. The same he had done on the ship’s deck a few hours ago. Looking into her eyes, they both feel a spark now, Y/N moving to rest her arms around Cal’s neck, him reciprocating by moving his own to encase her waist. 

Neither of them know who made the move first, but within seconds, their mouths closed around each other’s. Tilting their heads when they felt needed, Y/N opening her mouth to Cal, tongues dancing to their own little beat, fighting for dominance. Groaning, Cal nor Y/N can miss the tightness in his pants, him moving to lift Y/N’s form upwards, her legs wrapping around his torso, crossing behind his back.

Y/N moans, the sensation very new to her. What no one has ever done to her body before, her body being unused, untouched. She was a virgin.

She pulls back, her lungs begging for oxygen once more, and when doing so, she whispers in Cal’s ear, “Take my innocence.”

With those 3 words, Cal freezes, not sure if this was what a gentleman should do. But as he looks into Y/N’s eyes, the utter trust and maturity that lies within them, he leans in and kisses her harder, more passionately. “As you wish, your majesty,” he says lovingly.

Taking her by the hand, he kisses it once, leading them out of the pool and to one of the smaller staircases, tucked away from the public’s eye. Cal leads Y/N through the rows and rows of hallways, turning corner after corner, adding to their hunger for one another. 

Finally, Cal leads Y/N into the double doors of the ballroom. Checking to see if anyone was around, which was highly unlikely given it being the late hours of the night, around 3 am now. Cal barricades the doors with chairs, tables, or anything he can get his hands on really, starting a warm fire within the fireplace as he goes. Y/N stands at the center of the ballroom, admiring Cal’s determination to make her first time amazing. 

It didn’t matter to Y/N however, because Cal was already perfect enough.  The man she’s always wanted, needed, craved even. They worked together perfectly in her mind, showing each other things they’ve never done, taking each other in for who they were, loving each other for their bad and their good, embracing one another to the fullest.

Joining her at the center of the ballroom now, Cal takes Y/N by the hand and the waist, the same as he had with Dorothy at the very beginning of their journey together. They start to slow dance, even without any music playing, moving together in tandem. Twirling and spinning Y/N around with their clothes a wet, slushy mess. 

Kissing her tenderly, Cal ends the dance with a bow, snatching a giggle from Y/N’s being. Hand in hand, they lower to the very floor they stood on, Y/N on her back, head cradled by Cal’s arm, which holds his weight beside her, the two engaging in yet another heartfelt series of kisses.

<Y/N’s Perspective>

I can sense his apprehension. He doesn’t know how to make the first move. It’s adorable to say the least, him not wanting to come off too strong and make me comfortable. I can’t help but crave more though, wanting no more than this man before me.

With this state of mind now set, I take Cal’s hand to my breast, lightly, as to not spook him. Luckily, he seems to understand the signs, something only he can do. 

Massaging each breast for a moment, he moves to pull me upwards, reaching behind me to unzip and unclothe my very being. He does so slowly, meticulously, as if I was made of glass or easily spooked. I lay down once more as I had fully been left bare for him. Standing, he goes to undress himself, watching me the whole time; how I watched him just as needing, lovingly, naturally.

Lowering himself once more, he leaves a trail of kisses that started from behind one of my earlobes, my jawline, base of my neck, between the mounds of my breasts, my stomach, navel, and soon, each side of my hips. However, he does not move past this point, looking me in the eyes for affirmation, the true go-ahead.

I do not nod though, for I believe words speak louder in this situation, pulling him towards my face once more, I repeat the words from before, “Take my innocence from me...please...I want no other man than you to do so,” and with this, I end my sentence with a loving kiss to his lips.

It seemed to be the only thing he needed to proceed, nodding and lightly grabbing my thighs, telling me to put them on either side of his hips. “This might hurt a little bit, and I won’t move until you tell me you are decent,” he says sternly, not wanting to hurt me. I nod to him, looking him in the eyes as he moves his hands toward my entrance, “I need you to loosen slightly, lower the stinging just a few octaves.” 

Nodding again, I watch him as he inserts a finger into my cunt. Hissing at the unknown sensation, I close my eyes for some sort or relief, his hand thrusting at a slow place. As my body becomes accommodated with the slight stretch, Cal moves to add another, his middle and fore fingers now appearing and disappearing once more within my being.

I stir a little in place at this, discomfort enveloping my body as I do all I can to be good and not squander the moment just before it’s truly begun. With his other hand, he strokes my hair, then my cheek as in a form of comfort. Smiling down at him, he mirrors it tenfold, his anxiety dissipating as he knows you are on the same page as him, the same intent and want.

Removing his hand from my face, he moves it down to start grinding soft circles into my sensitive bud. This action earns a simultaneous jolt, a chuckle escaping him, as he taps my stomach lightly, indicating that I can lay back down. Blushing a light scarlet at the embarrassment, he avoids the subject completely and pays no attention to it, for my sake. “You’re doing perfect my dear.”

When he deems my body ready, he aligns himself with my entrance, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he settles, bottoming out. The sensation leaves a sharp sting and burning within me as it stretches for the first time in my life, springing tears to the surface of my eyes. The feeling, luckily, does not last long, and I never let those tears fall, not wanting to scare Cal. Whimpering, I give him a sharp nod, enabling him to finally move within me.

Not so much after does the pain finally fade, pulling Cal to my chest, begging him to move faster, harder, anything more than he was giving me, a moaning mess now. Happily obliging, he quickens his thrusts with a grunt, now penetrating from an entirely new position, hitting that special spot.

Looping my legs around his back, my heels and nails dig into him as I feel my end nearing, crying out as the utter state of euphoria threatens to explode. “Cal, Cal I’m- I’m gonna-”

“I know sweetheart, me too. I’m right here, I’ll ride you through it. I’ve got you.”

And with his small reassurance, I climax, clenching around his shaft, clinging onto him for dear life. Feeling his member twitch, his climax falls right after mine, coating my walls with his semen. Taking a moment to catch our breath, he kisses me all over my face, pulling out gently after some time, moving to grab a bundle of towels he’d gathered from the pool. Wrapping our bodies in the towels, he pulls me into his body, kissing my temple.

“Thank you,” I mutter quietly, staring into the blazing flames of the fire.

“No, thank you,” he answers sweetly, squeezing my waist lightly, nuzzling his face in my hair.

What I wanted to tell him at that moment would’ve spewed so easily from my mouth then, but I knew it wasn’t exactly my place to say it to him. He still had his fiance, and we still had separate lives apart from the day we’ve had today. That didn’t mean I was going to lie about my feelings however, as you can’t help love, can you? Even if its with someone you could never have, or could you?

To be continued...

#caledon hockley #titanic #1997 #reader insert #female reader #caledon hockley x reader #caledon hockley imagine #cal x reader #cal hockley #titanic 1997 #90s #billy zane #titanic imagine #billy zane x reader #billy zane imagine #cal hockley x reader #cal hockley imagine

[80s4life]

The Things I've Never Done Pt.3

Word Count: 1,054

Status: Still not requested...

Fandom: Titanic 1997

A/N: So, uhm, yeah, this became a miniseries or something of the sort. I love Cal and he deserves some hype on this platform, so I'm going to give Cal lovers something to read lol. I actually really like what I have going too so...

Relationship: Caledon "Cal" Hockley x Brown!Female!Reader

Summary: With Cal finally on board and Y/N's feelings a complete mess, the pair move on to the next activity on the list. What's going to happen when even more feelings bubble to the surface and there's nothing to do about it? Besides, how can they be together is one of them is engaged?!

Warnings: fluff because why not?

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist Part One Pt.2 Pt.4* Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 [epilogue]

{Not my gif and additional information was received through extensive research of the actual Molly Brown, Titanic, lifestyles, and clothing in the era}

It started with Y/N asking where he learned to dance, leading to them telling each other their lives before they boarded the Titanic, leading to funny childhood stories, and finally lighthearted teasing and jokes that only they understood. They had learned more about each other in the hours spent at that table than anyone had liked to know about them before; not Rose, Cal's arranged fiance, and not even Molly, Y/N's mother, who although loved her, does not know the trouble she has gotten into throughout her youth.

The pair, now in fits of laughter at one of Y/N's childhood stories, involving a pig, rope, and mud, had slowly faded, leaving them staring into each other's eyes fondly had soon ended with Cal's simple question, "What's next?"

Now we continue...

Chapter 3: The Things We Find Below the Surface

<3rd Person Perspective>

Almost completely missing the question he had asked, Y/N snaps out of the love struck daze she was in. "Oh! Uh, it's a surprise! Just as we had entered here, you cannot know what it is until we get there," she answers, stuttering slightly as she regains her sense of dignity. She will not fall for a man, that's how she's lasted her whole life, not needing a man with her loving father's newfound fortune.

Nodding his head, he doesn't question her this time, simply standing up from his seat, intent on the mystery of it all. Y/N gets up as well, heading to the staircase in which they came. As Y/N starts up the stairs, she almost jumps at the sudden contact on her left hand, it now being intertwined with Cal's hand, and he continues up the stairs beside her.

Y/N looked at him, and blushed lightly. Before they walked down these stairs, he was imagined as a toddler, now, as they trek back up the stairs, she imagines him as a puppy with wide, creatively naive eyes.

He gives her the side-eye, unnoticeable to her, and smiles as he catches her tinted cheeks in his line of sight. But, for once in his life, he has nothing sly to say, instead even he is dumbfounded at the way her face seems to shine with the natural glow of her flustered appearance. 'Beautiful' is the only word that came to his mind.

Y/N however, did notice Jack and Rose. The pair entering just as they were exiting, laughing and completely in love. Jack also saw Y/N, but noticed who she was with most of all. She simply smirked at him, wiggling her eyebrows, drawing a mischievous smile from Jack, him turning back to Rose.

Taking Cal back up the grand staircase, the pair is careful as to not catch their peers' attention, especially as they hold hands in such a fond manner. They almost forgot that they had hated each other roughly this morning. Y/N leads him to the outer deck, towards the stern of the ship. There, the couple take in the blissful evening air, a beautiful sunset in perfect view.

"I know you have sour feelings towards him, but Jack had shown me something quite spectacular that I would like to pass on to you. Only if you don't mind?" Y/N asks, gazing at the slow swirls of colors in the dimming light of the sky.

"I don't mind," is all Cal answers as he watches Y/N.

"Great! But I can't exactly tell you to close your eyes since your way heavier than me, and I'm scared you'll fall of the ship," Y/N giggles, leading him to the fence of the stern. There, she motions for him to step onto the rails. As he does so, he steadies himself with Y/N beside him for support if needed. "Now, outstretch your arms, like a bird, and stare out into the sunset. Tell me what you feel!"

Following her instructions, Cal steadies himself and does exactly as told, eyes shining gold in the passing of the sun. "It feels..." he starts to say, "It feels like I'm flying. Like I'm free," he says with a smile, looking down at the smaller woman who was smiling back at him.

Cal, taking Y/N's arm, leads her up onto the rails in front of himself, holding her waist firmly against his broad chest. Her shocked expression soon settles as she sees the utter peace Cal had seemed to be in. He bends his head towards her ear, whispering, "Thank you." She simply smiles, leaning her head against his left shoulder, his head finding home atop hers.

As the sun has finally set, the couple get off the rails carefully, moving to the benches. They resume the position they were previously, except now, Y/N was beside him rather than in front, head underneath his.

"I know this was supposed to be about me, but is there anything in the world you haven't done?" Cal asks, slightly amazed.

Y/N considers him for a moment before she answers, "Yeah actually! You know the square things on the floor of the game deck?"

"Shuffleboard?" Cal finishes for her.

"Yeah! I've never learned how to play that, do you?" she asks curiously.

Cal giggles at this, "Yes, I have learned how to play that. Would you like me to teach you?"

"If you don't mind," Y/N answers, looking at Cal with adoration.

He doesn't answer, just simply takes her hand in his, so commonly now, as he leads her around to the bow of the ship where the games are splayed. Taking the shuffles, Cal instructs her throughout the game, the two laughing and teasing at each other's shots. High-fiving when either of them make a great attempt.

To say Y/N was bad was an understatement. Throughout the whole game, she had made the most terrible shots. Now, as she lines up her last one, Cal gives her a bit of encouragement, instructing her shots. Taking a breath, she does as told and makes the shot, screaming of excitement as her puck had finally made a place of the bard rather than the outskirts.

With this, she runs to Cal, hugging him tightly, the two of them giggling like little kids. Although Y/N didn't win, she had made an attempt and didn't mind losing to Cal. The two of them pull back slightly, enough to look at each other. Cal's heart does flips when he looks her in the eyes, seeing her beautiful e/c up close now, noticing the tiny flecks and sparkles usually hidden by her gorgeous lashes.

As the two move in closer, just merely a breath away, Y/N's heartbeat pounds in her ears, making her wondering if Cal could hear just how loud it was right now. Just as they go to lean in, a security member comes out, flashing a bright beam from his flashlight into the pair's eyes. "Sorry to bother you, we were just informed of a scream and came to check it out. I'll be on my way now, goodnight!"

Laughing, Y/N leads Cal to the entrance, leading him to his next mystery.

To be continued...

#caledon hockley #titanic #1997 #reader insert #female reader #caledon hockley x reader #caledon hockley imagine #cal x reader #cal hockley #titanic 1997 #90s #billy zane #titanic imagine

[80s4life]

The Things I've Never Done Pt.2

Word Count: 1,968

Status: Not requested!

Fandom: Titanic 1997

A/N: I went to the actual Titanic museum in Tennessee last weekend! It was very sad, I'm not gonna lie, and I may have shed a few tears along the way. Besides that, it was an amazing experience and I absolutely love the movie even more now! I am also thinking of making this into a short story of sorts, but let me know in the comments or something?

Relationship: Caledon "Cal" Hockley x Brown!Female!Reader

Summary: Now that the offer is on the table, it is a matter of if Cal will take it or not. And if he will, what could possibly so worth-while and so fulfilling compared to what he has already done?

Warnings: language, fluff OVERLOAD!

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist Part One Pt.3 Pt.4* Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 [epilogue]

{Not my gif and and additional information was given through extensive research of the actual Molly Brown and Titanic}

Y/C/C= Your Choice of Color {for the dress}

"Jack is a drawer. An artist even. He sees the beauty in things that go underestimated, underrated, and overlooked. He's a dreamer. I'm a dreamer. You, you are a man blinded by his own wealth and fortune. You're materialistic without even realizing it! You do know that not everything needs to be bought right? And love, love is another story. You can't stop love even if you tried, arranged or not, it's love. Have you ever even tried to live life outside of luxury? Taken risks?"

He takes in this new information surprisingly, actually considering the words that had spewed so naturally and from the heart. After a moment of silence, he finally answers, whispering, "No, no I haven't." He finishes his sentence, now looking at me, staring into my eyes, the loneliness and uncertainty evident.

I almost feel bad for him, considering the fact that I don't know him either. He probably never had the chance to be a kid, reckless and free, dumb and crazy. With that thought, I quickly ask him, "Want me to show you?"

Now we continue...

Chapter 2: The Beginning of Something Beautiful

<3rd Person Perspective>

The pair sit in silence. It was almost suffocating with how quiet and embarrassing the situation had seemed. Y/N had asked the question in the heat of the moment, a quick question that never quite registered in her mind before she spewed it. Now she sits quietly, a tint to her cheeks, with everything around her now evidently more interesting than the man beside her. For Cal, the question was quite offending to say the least. The way the woman had described a thrill seemed amazing, like it was something he never experienced. He didn't understand what could possibly be better than money, no matter what anyone says is better being free. Maybe he was materialistic. But he was happy?

"What could possibly be so thrilling if it isn't bought? To me, it is the most absurd thing I've ever heard," he finally speaks, followed by a dry laugh, catching Y/N's attention quietly.

"We if I must say, not to overstep our boundaries sir, but your an ass to judge things you have never done personally. It is neither the same in perspective nor is it anymore correct than if it were another person with the same mindset disagreeing with you. You don't have the facts nor the personal experience to deny or support your claim. It's simply untrue."

The space between the pair quickly grow quiet again, this time not so much an embarrassing silence, but more a tense silence full of questions and strong beliefs on both ends of argument. If Cal was to be honest with himself, she holds her own quite well, not letting him belittle her in the way he had intended. This makes him think that what she may be saying may possibly be true, may be something one of a kind, and that's what finally led him to his decision. "If what your babbling about is what you claim it is, then I would like to take you up on your offer."

Y/N's face instantly lights up, emitting such a broad smile, brightening up her face underneath the pale moonlight. It was a striking sight, someone so utterly excited, like a kid in a candy store. Y/N was about to jump up and down with his acceptance, but instead, settled for a firm handshake of promise. Cal smiles and returns the handshake, quickly being lifted off his seat on the bench immediately after, with not a second to waste. Cal could see Y/N's happiness, making him snicker at such a mindless behavior.

To him, this was just something that was going to waste his time, but to Y/N, it was something extravagant. It's not everyday that you get to let loose and show someone something they've never seen. Y/N always enjoyed the look of disbelief and sheer excitement when opening them up to something new. It was like giving someone a gift for their birthday, or a present on a day not important at all. Either way, she couldn't wait, knowing exactly where to start.

///

Y/N awaits Cal by the grand staircase, informing him to where something less stuffy and stiff, wanting him to let loose. But alas, as he makes his way to her swiftly, he wears yet another suit, gorgeous, but less intricate in his opinion, making him feel that his status could be at risk. He clears his throat sharply as he looks at her from the last group of stairs beside her, hands in his pockets and bored expression as evident as ever. Y/N couldn't help herself, and laughs at his stature.

For her, she had settled for a light Y/C/C, long and free-flowing dress, illuminating her features. It was high-class, yet calm and comfortable compared to the stiff dresses she would usually wear, settling with no corset or bra of any type, being comfortable in her natural beauty and prime. Even as they had tried to be more relaxed, they still managed to look like porcelain dolls.

{The dress}

Leading Cal down the staircase, she takes him toward the staircase of the lower deck as quickly as she could manage. She knew the closer she got, the awaiting cries of disagreement would sound. And as if he had read her mind, he quickly stands his ground where he is, stubbornly not making any attempt to move and crossing his arms. With this, Y/N imagines a toddler, except this toddler was 6' 1/2" and very high in status. All she does is sigh and give him a pointed look, if he wants to act as a child, she would simply give him a taste of his own medicine.

"You shook on it!" she says, cursing herself for actually being as childish as he is, mimicking his stance. He raises his brow, obviously amused, smirking in response. "Fine!" without a second to spare, she takes hold of his hand firmly, yanking him down the stairs with her. Surprised, he trips down the lot of them, now following blindly behind her with his arm held hostage.

If his eyebrows weren't as high as they were when he was still above deck, they were now, as he is met with the smell of booze, smoke, sweat, and the sounds of blasting music, laughter, and an overall happiness that overcomes the room, or floor, as he could say.

Cal takes it in silently, watching the people from the entrance of the lower deck, as Y/N silently observes him. She watches as he drinks everything in; the card games, the drinking games, the dancing, the band, the groups of people enjoying each others company. Y/N giggles as she notices a little girl coming Cal's way, in a determined state-of-mind.

Stopping just before his legs, she tugs on his arm lightly, looking up at his tall frame. He lowers his gaze surprised, given as he was a scary individual, even to the adults. Y/N giggles lightheartedly at the kids guts, surely she has never seen so much audacity on such a small being.

"Hi mister, I was wondering if you would like to dance? My friend William had went off to dance with my older sister, Mary, and left me alone even though we were dancing first!" the little girl asks with a glint in her eyes.

Cal looks at Y/N for help, almost as if he were panicking. She simply gives him a small smile and nudge on the shoulder, motioning to the girl before him. She was roughly 5 years of age, with the bluest eyes and prettiest curly black hair, a perfect contrast in Y/N's opinion. She might draw the girl later.

When she motions to her sister again, it is easy to see the reason why her sister, Mary, had ditched her. She had the same features of the little girl, but clearly a bit older than her, being maybe 13? 14? And the boy, William, about the same age as Mary. A childhood crush maybe, or the first steps into young adulthood when boys become more important.

Giving Y/N a look, it came as a shock as he knelt before the girl, silently asking for her hand, bringing it to his lips for a polite kiss, treating her as a princess in the books you read as a child. "Why, I would be honored to have this dance with you," Cal says sweetly, in a voice Y/N is sure no one's ever heard before. "But first, milady, I must ask, what is your name?"

The little girl giggles at the funny voice he had used, responding with, "Dorothy. Dorothy Richmond."

Watching silently as the pair walking hand in hand towards the deck used as a dance floor, Y/N smiles warmly, never seeing this side to Cal before. He's not so much an ass once you see him in a different light I guess, she thinks.

Y/N makes her way away from the dance floor, towards the sidelines, this type of dancing not done when sober fro her. Instead, she finds a table with two ladies her age, warmly welcoming her to sit and talk, or watch if she preferred. The table was neatly hidden from Cal, as Y/N wanted to experience this new sensation on his own, even if it was with a child or a group of people.

The pair dance to a slow song, the girl clumsily tripping on her feet before Cal lightly lifts her to stand on his shoes, as he leads them in a more articulated two-step. The girl can be seen in a fit of giggles as Cal says something incoherent and too far away from Y/N for her to understand. She can only assume it might've been a joke of sorts.

As the song ends and a new, faster song starts to play, the pair is jostled about as the dancing becomes more intense. With this, Cal settles with placing Dorothy in his arms instead. One arm under her bum for support and the other outstretched in a mock-dance. Dorothy's once unease quickly settles with the new position and instead, leans in, and wraps her arms around Cal's neck.

Y/N takes a moment to look around once more, having her eyes glued to the pair for a while. She snickers lightly as she catches a glimpse of Mary, dancing with William, gazing at her younger sister in slight jealousy. Y/N couldn't blame her though, Cal was a sight for sore eyes. He looked so into his element, so free and beautiful.

Looking to the women beside her at the table, she catches knowing looks, as if they could see something Y/N didn't. Giving them a questionable look in return, they giggle like little schoolgirls before the teasing and prodding about the two being together starts. Y/N denies the pairing questions, but can't help but realize that she might like him, Caledon Hockley, the asshole. Maybe just a little bit...

After a few more songs, Dorothy's mother comes to collect her, taking her and Mary back to their room somewhere on the 3rd class floor. Cal smiles and waves as Dorothy leaves, and her mother gives him a silent thank you in response, leading her happy little ones away.

Cal, now exhausted, looks around the room, searching for Y/N until their eyes meet with matching grins. The ladies, who Y/N had come to learn were Frances Gates and Lillian Butterfield, giggled once more before they each squeezed Y/N's shoulder, and left, leaving the table open for Cal to sit beside her.

Cal makes his way to the table, smiling with his hair in a untamed, sweaty mess and a light red tint to his cheeks. "Hi," is all he manages as he sits down beside Y/N, pulling his chair closer to hers and snagging a beer left untouched.

"Hi," she responds sweetly, looking at his relaxed figure. The pair just stare at each other for a while, before they get into a comfortable conversation.

It started with Y/N asking where he learned to dance, leading to them telling each other their lives before they boarded the Titanic, leading to funny childhood stories, and finally lighthearted teasing and jokes that only they understood. They had learned more about each other in the hours spent at that table than anyone had liked to know about them before; not Rose, Cal's arranged fiance, and not even Molly, Y/N's mother, who although loved her, does not know the trouble she has gotten into throughout her youth.

The pair, now in fits of laughter at one of Y/N's childhood stories, involving a pig, rope, and mud, had slowly faded, leaving them staring into each other's eyes fondly had soon ended with Cal's simple question, "What's next?"

To be continued...

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