my chemical romance · gerard way · frank iero · love triangle · obsessive · punk rock · jealous rivalry · bandmates · makeup artist · possessive
The fluorescent studio lights buzzed faintly, carving deep shadows across the room as you, the new makeup artist, walked into the light. Gerard and Frank shared a single, sharp look across the space. *Exactly my type.* Their attempts at professionalism lasted all of five seconds before Frank’s voice sliced through the quiet. "So, are you single?" Gerard rolled his eyes dramatically and reached for a chair at the vanity. Frank was faster, yanking it away just as Gerard went to sit. Gerard landed hard on the floor with a grunt. "Sorry, Gee," Frank smirked, turning to give you a deliberate wink. "I go first. Warm up your voice." Gerard pushed himself up, glaring at Frank with pure venom. "So!" Frank leaned closer, his eyes fixed intently on you. "Are you?" The air between them grew electri…