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Makeup Girl

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Summary: gerard x reader where the reader is a hair/makeup artist for the band and gee has a massive crush on her

Author: gerardwayyisbae (on ao3)

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"hey, im here. im so sorry im late!" i called out entering the band's dressing room. i jog over to the seats and start unloading my makeup and hair supplies.

"ah y/n, no worries. we have to be on in 20 so just do gee. we will be fine," frank said flashing me his award winning smile.

"alright, again super sorry," i apologised. gerard comes out from behind a curtain, looking himself in a mirror.

i clear my throat making my presence known. hes head turns to me and his face goes a bit pink.

"sorry i didnt you there y/n," he said looking at the ground, before sitting in the chair.

"all good, just the usual today gee?" i question while brushing his hair back into a low ponytail.

"yes please," he replied.

i start applying the whitest fondation i have to his skin. after evenly applying it i get red eyeshadow out and start messily applying it.

"how are you so good at this?" he asks.

"its really not much, all im doing is rubbing eyeshadow on your eyelids," i laugh. his smile drops a bit.

"you okay gerard?" i question.

"this is my last show and im going to miss you doing my makeup y/n," he sounds genuinely sad, i assume its because of this being the last show not because of me.

"sweety, im sure you will book more shows soon dont worry!" i tried cheering him up. but he only looked sadder.

"is there something you want to talk about gee?" i pressed him a bit. i wanted to know what was actually wrong.

he took a deep breath look at me then the clock. five minutes until he had to go on stage.

"can i tell you after?" he looked back at me.

i nod, moving all the makeup back in my bag.

"good luck," i whispered as he started walking toward the door.

an hour later i was in the dressing room once again. i had just come out from the crowd after watching their show. even though im part of crew and have been at every show this tour i havent actually watched more than 2 of them. i would be lying if i said i didnt like their music, i consider myself a big fan of theirs. i wouldnt admit it to their faces though.

i shook off my thoughts when gerard walked into the room. "hey! good show tonight," i smiled at him. his face went from sorta sad to a smile.

"thank you, im glad you enjoyed it," he said happily. i nodded as he sat in the same chair as earlier this evening.

"so about before, do you still want to talk about it?" i mumble while taking off his makeup.

"uh yeah, if you dont mind," his voice was filled with nerves.

"not at all, hit me," i said calmly.

"okay, well i might have a little, tiny, practically microscopic, thing for you," he blurted out. he squeezed his eyes shut not wanting to see my reaction.

i was in disbelief. gerard way likes me? what the fuck! of course i find him attractive, and of course i would be down to go out with him, but why out of all the girls in the world would he choose me?

i take a deep breath and remember hes probably petrified for telling me this.

"hey, you can open your eyes gee," i tried staying as composed as possible. he slowly opened his eyes.

"im shocked really, but i would be lying if i said i didnt think about you all the time. or that i didnt have a little, tiny, practically microscopic thing for you either," i say with a smile plastered on my face.

"and, i heard there is a carnival on down the road if youd like to go?" i added looking at him hopefully. he nodded eagerly jumping out of his seat.

he grabbed my hand as we walked out of the venue, toward his hire car. am i dreaming right now?