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Andy Hurley x Reader - On Set

Request: Can you do more Andy Hurley X Reader please?
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"The camera man said I'm shining," Andy told you as he stepped over to where you were sitting under a tree.

"Did he now," you asked, a smug grin on your face, "you look fine to me."

You got up anyway and walked Andy over to where you kept your case with make-up, reaching for the shade of powder Andy needed. You were the make-up artist for Fall Out Boy, had been since their return with 'Save Rock and Roll'. It was your job to let the boys look good on camera or on stage. Be it make-up or hairspray, after years of working in this job, you knew all the little quirks and tricks when it came to style their hair or perfect their skin tone.

You stepped closer to Andy and dipped one of the powder puffs into the powder. With one hand you protected Andy's beard from stray powder while with the other you gently dipped over his forehead and cheeks. You let your hand rest a moment longer against his skin, and smiled gently as he blinked down on you.

"Are you sure you wanna tell the boys," you asked, when you finally pulled away and dusted off the puff.

"(Y/n), we're together now for almost four years, I think it's time we tell them," Andy replied, placing his warm hand on the small of your back.

You nodded, he was right, of course he was. You were just nervous.

You had met Andy for the first time when they were shooting the material for the Youngblood Chronicles. You had liked him immediately. Something about the dark haired, tattooed musician had drawn you in from the first moment on. For Andy it had been different. He had felt like he had been hit by a lightning and he knew that no matter what, he had to get to know you better.

But since both of you were very reserved people, it had taken almost an entire year of touring until he asked you out. For some reason none of the other band members knew about it. In the beginning it had been because you did not want to make them feel uncomfortable. You were going wherever the band went. Every show, every interview, festival, photoshoot, you were always present. What if they did not like one of the crew had gotten into a relationship with their drummer? So you kept it to yourself. It was a game of cat and mouse, especially on tour, and it was fun for a while, but over the last time it had gotten exhausting for both of you. So Andy had suggested to finally telling them. Your relationship was stable enough, even if they would criticize you. Of course you hoped that would not happen, but you were prepared for the worst, just to be save. For a while you had contemplated inviting the other three band members for dinner and telling them there, but then the shoot of the video of 'Hold Me Tight Or Don't' came up and you decided that this was the perfect opportunity.

"I mean, if you want to tell them another time..." Andy offered, but you shook your head.

"No, I really think it's time," you told him with a smile.

He smiled back encouragingly. You would have loved to kiss him right there on the spot, but there were too many people all around, so you just stared at him a moment longer.

You were torn out of your romantic moment by someone shouting for you.

"(Y/n), Patrick's gotten sick again," one of the assistance producers called.

"That's me," you gestured over to where the voice had come from.

Andy nodded and you grabbed your case to see where Patrick was. Of course only someone so headstrong and stupidly idealistic as Patrick would continue shooting a video while being severely ill.

You found him sitting on some steps, still slightly shaky and cold sweat on his forehead. A few people were standing around him, but they gave him enough space to breath. Someone was holding a cup of water for him.