(DISCONTINUED) EMO BAND IMAGINES || luca-jayms

titanic || G.WAY || FEM!READER

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."