Y/n looks sadly at the table as everyone in the dining hall mingles with one another. She does not want to marry Frank. She does not want to be stuck in a marriage with a man she does not love. Tears begin to well in her eyes and she starts breathing heavily. She gets up with a brief 'excuse me I need the restroom' before running back to her stateroom.
Y/n throws the door open, calling one of the maid's names, "Trudy?" She takes her gloves off, throwing them on the ground. "Trudy?" She tries to untie her corset, failing in the process, beginning to cry, "Trudy?!" She frantically tries to get her dress off, but can't, so she cries out and tries to slide it down, screaming as she rips her necklace off and turns to face the mirror. She takes the pins out of her h/c hair, letting it cascade down her back, calling the maid's name again, "TRUDY?!" She tears up the table in front of her, throwing everything off of it whilst crying, throwing goblets and bowls at the opposite wall. She slams her hands down on the table, breathing heavily. She looks up at the mirror, trying to calm down, before running out of the room, up the stairs, and out towards the back of the ship.
Y/n's heels clink on the deck as she runs, pushing past other people on the deck. Sobbing, she runs down the staircase, then back up the other staircase.
Gerard is laid down on the bench, smoking a cigarette, star gazing, when he hears her sobs. Y/n runs past him and he sits up, staring at the gorgeous woman he saw earlier. She runs and stops on one of the ship's rope cranks, contemplating what to do now. She looks up, noticing she's indeed at the back of the ship, and that she can just jump off and never have to deal with Frank or her mother ever again. She slowly begins to walk towards the railing, while Gerard gets up and slowly walks over towards her, trying to stay hidden. Y/n looks back, making sure no one is there to witness what she's about to do. She looks down at the wake in the ocean made by the ship, terrified, but it's the only escape. She climbs up on the rail carefully, and puts her left leg over, followed by her right. She holds on to the pully above her, careful not to fall just yet. She turns back around so her back rests on the rail and looks down.
Gerard comes up behind her, "Don't do it, please.."
Y/n jerks her head back, "Stay back! Don't come any closer!"
"Come on, just give me your fucking hand I'll pull you back over," Gerard walks closer, ignoring Y/n's request.
"No, please! Stay where you are! I mean it! I'll fucking let go!"
Gerard nods, puts his cigarette back in his mouth and takes a drag, takes it back out, and walks to the rail, signaling he's going to throw it off the side. He takes another step and throws it off the back of the ship, before saying, "No you won't."
Y/n looks at him with confusion, "What do you mean 'no I won't'? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do, you don't know me!"
Gerard shrugs his shoulders, "Well you would've done it already."
"You're distracting me! Go away!" She looks back down at the water.
"I can't," Gerard says. "I'm involved now," He takes off his jacket. "If you let go I'm gonna have to jump in there after you."
Y/n looks back at Gerard, "Don't be absurd! You'd be killed."
Gerard begins to untie his boots, "I'm a good swimmer."
"The fall alone will kill you!"
"It would hurt. I'm not saying it wouldn't," He takes off both of his boots. "Tell you the truth, I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold."
Y/n looks down at the water again, cold air blowing her hair around. She looks back at Gerard, "How cold?" She questions.
"Freezing," Replies Gerard. "Maybe a couple of degrees over." Y/n looks down to see his boots are now off of his feet. "You, uh, ever been to New Jersey? Gets pretty cold in the winter. Not as cold as Wisconsin though, where my grandma lives."
Y/n cocks her head to the side in confusion, "What?"
"Well, they have some of the coldest winters around. My grandma lives there near Chippewa Falls. I'd go up there every winter with my family. I remember when I was a kid, my Dad, brother Mikey and I, we went Ice Fishing out on Lake Wissota." Y/n shakes her head. "Ice fishing is..."
Y/n cuts him off, "I know what ice fishing is!"
Gerard raises his hands in defeat, "Sorry! You just.. seem like, kind of an indoor girl... Anyway. I, uh, I fell through some thin ice. And I'm telling you," Gerard looks over the railing. "Water that cold, like right down there, it hits you like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your 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 to jumping in there after you." He puts his hands in his pockets. He takes off his tux jacket, "Like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the rail, and get me off the hook her," He chuckles.
"You're crazy!" Y/n exclaims, keeping eye contact locked with Gerard, before looking back down.
"That's what everybody says, but, with all do respect, Miss, I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here. Come on, give me your fucking hand," Gerard reaches his hand out. "Come on, you don't want to do this."
Y/n carefully takes her hand off the railing and puts it in Gerard's hand. It's a warm feeling opposed to the cold metal railing, especially in this cold weather. She turns around slowly, now facing Gerard.
"I'm Gerard Way."
Y/n exhales, "I'm Y/n De-Witt Bukater..."
"I'm gonna need to get you to write that down," Gerard says under his breath and Y/n chuckles. "Come on," Gerard encourages.
Y/n takes a step and puts her foot on the rail, but the mesh on her dress gets caught and she slips. She lets out a blood curdling scream. Gerard holds on as Y/n tries to get back up.
"I've got you! Come on!" Gerard uses all his strength to pull her up. "Come on!" He pulls Y/n up far enough for her to step, but she slips again and screams once more.
"HELP!!! PLEASE!" She yells, hopelessly.
"Listen to me! I've got you! 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨!" He tells her. This gives Y/n comfort. "Now pull yourself up, come on!" Y/n grabs ahold of the railing while Gerard pulls her up, and she makes it back on safely, with words of encouragement from Gerard. He pulls her over and the both fall, Gerard landing on top of her.
Ship crew must have heard Y/n's screams, because now they're here.
"What's all this?" One questions. He looks at the scene and assumes the worst, "YOU STAND BACK! AND DON'T MOVE AN INCH!" He yells at Gerard. Gerard breathlessly stands up and puts his hands in his pockets. "Someone fetch the master of arms!"
The crew get Y/n a blanket and help her onto the bench, while she still partly in shock from what happened. They try to give her water but she declines.
One handcuffs Gerard, while Frank scolds Gerard. "Completely unacceptable! What makes you think that you could put your hands on MY fiancée!?" Gerard ignores him and glances at Y/n. Frank grabs his coat and pulls him forward, "LOOK AT ME, YOU FILTH!"
"Frank," Y/n calls.
Frank ignores her, "What do you think you were doing?!"
Y/n stands up and walks over, "Frank, stop! It was an accident!"
"An accident?" Frank questions.
"It was!" Y/n conveys. "Stupid, really. I was leaning over, and I slipped!" Y/n looks at Gerard's confused face. "I was leaning over to see, uh, uh, ah, the, uh, um..."
"Propellers?" Frank suggest.
"Propellers!" Y/n repeats. "And I slipped! And I would've gone overboard, but, Mr. Way was there to save me! And almost went over himself!"
Relief pours over Frank, "She want to see, she wanted to see the propellers," He chuckles.
"Like I said, women and machinery do not mix!" Mr. Armstrong says.
A crew man turns Gerard around, "Was that the way of it?"
Gerard looks at Y/n and hesitates, but she nods, "Yeah. Yeah, that was pretty much it."
Mr. Armstrong chuckles, "Well, the boy's a hero, then! Good for you, son! Well done! Well, now we know that all was well, and we can go back to our Brandy, eh?"
The man uncuffs Gerard while Frank tends to Y/n.
"Look at you, Y/n, you must be freezing!" He rubs her arms to generate heat, "Let's get you inside."
"Uh, perhaps a little something for the boy?" Billie Joe stops the two. Frank turns around.
"Of course. Mr. Knight, I think a 20 should do it."
Y/n looks at Frank confusingly, "Is that the going-rate for saving the woman you love?"
"Y/n is displeased! What to do? I know," Frank walks over to Gerard. "Perhaps you could join us for dinner tomorrow evening. To tell our group your heroic tale!"
"Sure, count me in," Gerard says, unenthusiastically.
"Good, it's settled then. This should be interesting."
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GUYS IM SO SORRY I HAVENT GOTTEN SHIT OUT TO YOU, SCHOOL AND WRITERS BLOCK IS A FUCKING BITCH
this is from my titanic book, but turned into an x reader for your reading pleasure. i plan to do more gender neutral stuff in the future but she/her just fit this one a bit better.
again i'm so sorry i havent gotten shit out :(