Joe Keery Imagines

Makeup Chick-Joe Keery

I walked onto set, my hands shaking like crazy. This job opening was completely random. The previous makeup girl was pregnant and had gone into labor early. Today was my first day and I didn't feel good enough. I just barely graduated from cosmetology school and now I was in charge of makeup for the entire cast of Stranger Things.

"You must be Y/N," Matt Duffer smiled as he walked over to me. "Thank you for doing this on such short notice. We really appreciate it."

"No problem," I smiled. "It's an amazing opportunity. I'm happy to help."

"So, we are going to start you off a little tough," he said, his voice gentle. "Steve and Robin have been taken hostage by Russians."

"Russians?" I couldn't help but laugh. I cleared my throat before saying, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Matt reassured. "Our show is pretty weird out of context."

"Clearly," I chuckled. I cleared my throat before asking, "Steve and Robin are taken by Russians?"

"Yes," Matt laughed. "Robin will need just basic makeup. Our previous girl had notes on the characters' everyday makeup. Her makeup should be pretty easy. Steve, on the other hand, might be a little difficult."

"How do you mean?"

"In the previous scene, he was being interrogated by the Russians. They beat him pretty badly, so you're gonna have to do makeup that matches what he went through. We can show you the scene so you can understand more what bruises he needs."

"Sounds good," I said.

"Come with me," he said nodding to a trailer. I followed him inside and waited as he pulled up the scene they shot earlier. I took notes as I watched the actor who plays Steve get his ass kicked.

"Poor guy," I mumbled.

"Joe doesn't mind," Matt chuckled. I tried to hide my smirk but failed.

"What?" Matt asked.

"It's just. . ." I hesitated. Matt's knowing smile was oddly comforting. "It's not Stranger Things unless Steve Harrington gets the crap beat out of him."

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I organized my brushes as I continually read through my notes. I could picture how I wanted the makeup to look, I even sketched it out, but I couldn't stop worrying about the application part.

I didn't notice someone had walked in until they knocked on the wall. I jumped and turned around, trying to laugh it off. My face burned as I saw Joe Keery smiling at me.

"Didn't mean to scare you," he said lightly.

"Sorry," I stuttered. I cleared my throat and introduced myself. "I'm Y/N."

"Joe," he smiled. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," I said, trying to hide my blush. "Let's get started."

Joe nodded as he walked in and sat in the chair in front of the mirror. I walked over to the counter and nervously played with the brushes.

"You okay?" Joe asked.

"I'm sorry," I stuttered, slowly turning around. "I'm just a little nervous. You're my first. . . My first look, I mean."

"Hey," he said, gently grabbing my hand. I looked up, that blush instantly coming back when I saw Joe smiling at me. "I'm supposed to look like I'd been beaten up, so if you mess up, it works in our favor."

"That's true," I chuckled. I sighed as I leaned against the counter. "I have to be honest with you, Joe."

"Okay," Joe said as he sat forward, leaning his elbows on his knees. "What's up?"