-𝑮𝑼𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑹 ↝ 𝑬𝑴𝑶 𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑺

elton john is my wingman - p. stump

y/n l/n, the most talented makeup artist in probably the whole world. she was an expert in body paint and special effects, but she knew just enough about regular makeup to make every celebrity wish they could get her as a personal stylist.

currently, y/n worked for fueled by ramen, helping them whenever they asked for it. but today, she found the request silly.

"it's literally just fire, derrick, i have no place to help in this situation." y/n insisted to her boss after reading over the video's concept art. derrick shook his head with a small smile. "you're working on eleven different music videos here, y/n. we need you for all of them."

she sighed and took a large sip of her morning coffee. the first music video was for my songs know what you did in the dark. she found herself humming it as she did the girls' makeup expertly.

y/n got to watch from behind the camera, tapping her foot as she watched the expensive looking instruments get thrown into a raging fire. "you have gotta be extremely rich to be throwing away all those beatiful instruments." she mumbled, earning a "tell me about it" from someone behind her. startled, she turned to face the stranger.

noticing her confused expression, he quickly introduced himself. "pete wentz, from fall out boy. you're the costume department lady, right?"

y/n sent him an annoyed look. "no, pete, i'm the makeup lady. aren't you supposed to be in that van?" she asked while pointing to the black van to the right of the fire. he shrugged, sipping his coffee out of a small styrofoam cup.

"cut! y/n, can you help the girl on the left? she smudged her eye makeup." the director called, she nodded and went to working on her makeup. it was a simple fix.

after hours of destruction, y/n got to rest. but the next day was pure and utter hell.

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y/n had to do makeup looks on every cast member included in a simple music video. which took hours. some were easy, some just werent.

again, she found herself humming todays song (titled the phoenix) as she did the girls' makeup once more. she also splattered fake blood all inside a plastic bag with a fake hand in it.

the girl's makeup was finished and they were at a scene where the lead singer was strapped to a table. y/n was constantly called in to add more fake blood and bruises to his face, trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible. for a four minute music video, this was extremely difficult. to make it worse, the boys wouldn't stop making stupid jokes at eachothers expense, or at y/n's inbetween takes.

each time, she just grumbled something about how good her paycheck better be and got back to work.

"hands." y/n ordered, the girls holding out their hands so she could add a brutal amount of fake blood. she left the set and went home after hours of dealing with stupid jokes and immature boys.

"she's pretty intense." derrick admitted to the boys, sipping from him styrofoam cup full of coffee. it was just the five of them, everyone else was sent home "she doesn't wanna be a friend, she simply does her job and gets paid, like a good employee." patrick continued to desperately scrub at his special effects makeup off. y/n left before she could help remove it painlessly. "so that's why her face seemed to scrunch up whenever we made a bad joke."

derrick nodded at patrick, chuckling. "with her, bad puns are a one way ticket to a punch in the face."

the boys agreed that it was best to stay out of her way. but patrick was way too intrested at this point. and if he was intrested in something, it took a while for him to just forget about it