Joe Keery Imagines

Makeup Chick-Joe Keery

"I don't think I'm qualified for this," I said, my voice dropping.

"Y/N. . ."

"I'm self-taught," I cut him off.

"What do you mean?"

"I dropped out of UCLA," I admitted. "I was originally working toward law school but it didn't feel right. In between class and work, I started learning how to do makeup from videos online. I basically got my training from YouTube and now I'm trying to make a career out of it.

"You're not trying," Joe said gently. "You are making a career out of it."

"Yeah," I sighed. I cleared my throat before continuing to defend myself. "I eventually couldn't take it. I applied to Paul Mitchell Hair and Makeup School and once I was accepted, I finally dropped out of law school. My parents were furious. Until my little sister's school put on The Lion King. They couldn't figure out how to do the makeup. I offered to help."

"How'd it go?" Joe asked. I couldn't help but smile at how invested Joe had gotten in my story.

"Really well," I chuckled. "People were obsessed with it. They went crazy about the makeup. That's when my parents were okay with me dropping out of law school."

"But?" He asked, knowing what I was planning on saying.

"But I don't feel qualified," I admitted. "Sure, I went through cosmetology school but I still feel like a Youtuber."

"Can I ask you one question?"

"Sure," I shrugged.

"Have you ever recorded yourself doing make-up and put it on Youtube?" He asked, slightly smirking at me.

"No," I chuckled. "I haven't."

"Then you aren't a Youtuber," he said, enthusiastically clapping his hands. "You're a highly qualified makeup artist who was hired by Netflix."

"Or I'm an unqualified makeup artist who was hired by Netflix and will crash and burn, never to be hired again."

"Hey," he whispered, making me look up at him. "Take a deep breath for me, Y/N. From what I hear, Matt didn't hesitate to hire you instantly. He believes in you and so do I."

"You don't even know me," I tried to laugh off the sudden tension between us.

"I'd like to," Joe shrugged with a smile still on his face.

I took a shaky breath before turning around and grabbing the needed makeup. My face was bright-red and remained that color as I did Joe's makeup. It got to the point that if I kept messing with it, it would make it worse.

"How does it look?" Joe asked as I took a step back.

"See for yourself," I shrugged as I moved to the side so he could see his reflection in the mirror.

"Wow," Joe chuckled. "I look like crap. Great job!"

* * * * *

As they checked the lighting for the scene, I couldn't help but chew on my bottom lip. I glanced at the camera and saw that Joe's makeup actually looked really good. I noticed Joe look at something off-camera. I looked up and blushed when I made direct eye contact with him.

He pointed to the makeup on his face and sent me a thumbs-up. I laughed and sent him a teasing shrug.

"Looks pretty good," Matt chuckled as he walked over and looked at the screen with me.

"Thanks," I said, clearing my throat. Matt put his hand gently on my shoulder.

"I mean it, Y/N," he said softly. "You did a great job."

"Thank you, Matt."

"Feel free to sit and watch," Matt said as he pointed to a nearby chair and smiled.

"That's okay," I stuttered.

"The make-up looks great on screen," he chuckled. "You should enjoy it."

I glanced over at Joe to see him smiling at me. I looked away, hoping to hide my blush from Joe and Matt. I sat down and nervously wiped my hands on my jeans.

I watched as Joe and Maya went through their scene. Every time the camera panned to Joe, Matt patted me on the back.

After the scene, they instantly started getting ready for the next scene. I walked over to the make-up counter they had set up for me and started organizing things for touch-ups.

"Sorry."

I looked over my shoulder and smiled when I saw Joe walking up to me.

"What are you sorry for?" I asked. He tried to smirk but it turned into a smile.

"Looks like you're gonna have to keep your job."

I've been unsure about myself. The only thing I wasn't unsure about right now was that this–whatever this was–was the start of something great.