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[misswoozi]

whats your modus operandi when drunk?? )t1da

I ACTUALLY DON'T DRINK. I haven't been drunk since I was like 21 or 22 😭😭

[mypersonmyg]

Hey Danii! How are youu? Hope you're well! And oo as for the drabble request, I'v never done this before, so I dunno if there's a protocol or not but how about a NamjoonxReader drabble, where the reader is their new makeup artist and just as clumsy as Joon and so ends up poking his eye a little when she was doing his makeup? Just some humor, fluff, good ol comfort fic. Anywhoo, I hope you have a good day ahead 💖

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

WC: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff

Rating: pg

Warnings: None.

A/N: Aditi! Thank you for the request and sorry I took abnormally long to write it. I’ve been better, but I could worse, how are you?? I hope this is okay I have...never put on makeup in my life so there are very little logistics there (oops) but I hope other than that you enjoy it and it is fluffy and clumsy enough for you :)

You frown, eyeing your colleagues who chatter animatedly in your peripheral. The drag of your icy hands over the back of smooth leather being your only source of calm without the mumblings of reassurance you’d offered yourself on your way in. You envy the way no one else in the room seems to bother with nerves or take the time to double and triple check their station.

 You felt thrust in a league where you didn’t belong, fresh faced and big eyed. It was a feeling only reserved for this moment, the time you’ve allotted to get your insecurities out of the way, because if you didn’t belong you wouldn't be here.

You raise your gaze from where it’d been situated against the expanse of white counter and glance to one side locking eyes with one of the other artists. She offers you a nod and an encouraging smile. You return the gesture, your eagerness nearly sending your freshly stocked case of brushes careening into the fragile mirror positioned against the outer edge of the counter. 

“Don’t be so nervous, they’re so kind you’ll feel like you’re working with a friend. Namjoon can be very amicable, but don’t take offense if he doesn’t speak much, he likes to take some time to himself before a shoot.” The kind words settle in your mind, your nerves sated for the moment. 

You shift the mirror inwards, your own clumsiness more than enough reason to save the object from falling to its demise. But you’ve bore witness to the clumsiness of the tall dimpled leader, his calming stature not nearly enough to assure you that you were safe from incident. Your ears pick up a commotion from the hall, your gut sending you to stand just to the right of your chair, a friendly smile naturally filling your cheeks. 

Through the opened door, the seven members waltz in, all with varying degrees of temperament. None of them miss the chance to politely greet their staff, some sporting boyish smiles and others impish grins as they come to settle in their stools. Your station is the farthest away, Namjoon’s eyes already more focused on his phone than the path ahead of him. It’s clockwork the way the staff dodges and weaves around the gentle giant, his eyes rarely drifting from his screen. 

A fraction of your mind is relieved that he seems to be preoccupied, the thought of having to hold any form of verbiage with him too daunting to consider. Namjoon lowers himself into the chair, his eyes scanning the groups schedule for the coming weeks. He paid little mind to what was happening around him, his lower half easily sliding into his usual stool at the far end of the room. He feels the cool hands of his stylist begin to prep his face, her skin much smoother than he remembered, the years of working in the industry leaving her with more calluses than Namjoon could count.

He lifts his head just as you move toward him, the edge of the brush you're grasping colliding with his cheek. Not only does the contents of the brush smudge against his skin, but the shock of his sudden movement sends you jolting back, the palate in your hand spilling to the ground.

"I'm so sorry!" Your mortification is evident in your tone and you duck down, aware of the eyes from the other stations around the room. 

"Love the new look, hyung." Jeongguk snickers a few chairs away, Namjoon sending him a look. 

You quickly gather up your mess, rising from the ground far more nervous than when you'd begun. You avoid the few eyes that remained, sneaking glances at your mortified state, and turn to Namjoon with a bow of your head. 

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching what I was doing."

"No no, it was my fault. Please don't worry," you bring a wipe to his face, sliding the wet cloth along his cheeks while simultaneously attempting not to stand too close. "I just realized you're not my usual artist."

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself," You're mentally scolding yourself for your lack of professionalism. But Namjoon is watching you with renewed intrigue. "I'm Y/n. If I don't get fired after today I'll be working with you from now on."

"So I'll be seeing a lot of you then, good." The words are spoken in finality and you smile, returning to the task at hand. Namjoon finds it hard to ignore the fragility with which you handle him and he frowns at the thought that he made you so nervous on your first day. He chooses to ignore the suggestive looks his members are sending him and glances at you in the mirror. “So you’re new here then?”

“Yes,” You answer politely, determined not to do anything to further your embarrassment. 

“That’s great!” Namjoon’s words hold an overenthusiastic tint, the sheer volume making it borderline sarcastic. Not his intention, but he can see that you shrink into yourself just a little more. “I mean, you seem great. I’m glad to get to work with you or let you work on me.”

Your only response is a hum, focusing on your work in the hopes that Namjoon will opt to take this time for himself. He doesn’t pick his phone up anymore and you feel the slightest of tremors in your hand as he watches you. You avoid letting your eyes fall on the mirror where he intently observes your every move. His hand is placed just below his jaw and his dimples are at their peak. You’d venture to call it adorable were it not for the way your heart beat like the dropping of an anvil. 

The space between the two of you decreases significantly when you move in to do the makeup around his eyes. You take a deep breath, not positive you’ll be able to take anymore when you’re that close to him. You try to ignore the way he continually tries to capture your gaze with his own, sure that he must just be toying with you at this point. 

Your hands are busy working with the contours of his features, making sure that you’re choosing the right shades and mixtures. Namjoon can’t help the way he gets lost in your concentration, the way one corner of your mouth shifts to the side when you’re thinking, and the way your eyes are rapidly shifting to all corners of his face. He chuckles at your thorough avoidance, admiring your unyielding stance.

You shift back momentarily, turning your attention back to the plethora of makeup settled before you. You note the laughter coming from the other artists and members around the room and despite your earlier relief you feel a tinge of jealousy at the ease with which they converse. 

“I’m sorry if I offended you with my comment.” You’re caught off guard by Namjoon’s deep timber and you turn to him with a tilt of your head. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I am genuinely glad to meet you.”

He wasn’t lying. A part of him was grateful that his previous stylist had been moved to a different position. His unprecedented interest in the woman before him reason enough for him to sit in makeup for what felt like hours.

“Well I did kind of smear makeup all over you, so no hard feelings.” You offer him a smile once more leaning in, brush placed before his eye.

“Also my fault, but thank you.” Namjoon slides his eyes over the station next to his to find the maknaes sending him nods of encouragement and thumbs of approval. He sighs, his attention returning to your thoughtful gaze. “I think we should talk after this.”

“What?” You lose pace, your hand jumping at the most inopportune of times and the tool in your hand jabs straight into Namjoon’s eye. “Oh my god.”

You back away, hands coming to cover your face. They drop almost immediately and you grab a hold of Namjoon’s plump cheeks and look into his eyes. When he said talk you were sure that he wanted to dismiss you in a more private setting, your actions thus far only cementing the idea that perhaps you didn’t belong here. You trace a thumb around the outer edge of his eye, catching a stray tear from the impact.

“God, I might as well just stop apologizing at this point. Are you okay?” You ignore the  pounding in your heart and the way your hands begin to clam up. Any attraction you have to the man before you is completely inappropriate given the current circumstance. “I’ll get someone else to finish up.”

“No, please.” His hands lightly grasp your wrists to hold you in place. “I didn’t mean to catch you off guard, the question was very inappropriate if me”

“Inappropriate? You’re kind of my boss, you’re allowed to talk to me about my job performance. It hasn’t been all that great so far.”

“Job performance? Oh no, you misunderstood.” Namjoon becomes flustered, his dimples expanding ten fold as he pulls away lowering his head. You look around to see that the room has cleared since you last checked, and you inwardly groan, adding tardiness to your growing list of failures. 

“We should get you finished, everyone else is already gone. I don’t want to get either of us in any trouble.”

“Sure, but can I try this again?” You pause, brush poised between your fingers and no intent to cause anymore injuries. 

“Um...okay.”

“I know we literally just met, but I would love it if you would accompany me to dinner sometime.” You nearly lose all function, the words he had spoken being the last thing you expected to hear slip past his lips. Namjoon takes your pause as response enough, his hand swiping over the nape of his neck, irritated by the sudden heat of his nerves. 

“I would love to.” You smile at the wide eyed look on his face, your confidence raising an iota as you get back to finishing his face. Namjoon slides his stress dampened hands against his pants and sighs in relief. “But maybe we could go somewhere that neither of us run the risk of breaking anything...or anyone.”

“Aw, but what’s the fun in that?”

Maybe you’re not so bad at your job after all.

[aragornswife]

AYYY RANDOM NUMBERS BUDDY, I GOTCHU!! 😂😂💖 How about 1, 3, 4, 7, 8, 12, 16, 18, 19, 22, 24, 25, 27, 29, 38, 46, 52, and 61?

YASSS, THANK YOUU💖😂 YOU’RE THE BEST! 

I wrote this last night when you sent the numbers but I needed to figure out how to put a keep reading thing because this is long af. Anyway, I had fun doing this.

If anyone is bored enough to read this, I apologize for my grammar.

1- Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

No, never, haha. It haven't even crossed my mind until now. However, I have to admit that I like to think that the world goes around me but I know well that it doesn't so I'm not a shitty person. 

3- The person you would never want to meet?

Mmm, that's a hard one. I honestly don't know. I have been thinking for a while but I can’t come up with an answers (sad noises)

4- What's your favorite word?

I was going to say two bad words, but there is another question for that so I'll answer with another word. I had a hard time deciding my favorite because my favorite words are bad words, but I’ve decided that my favorite world is random. Why? Idk.

7- What shirt are you wearing?

Aaaa, well... right now i'm only wearing underwear soo

8- What do you label yourself as?

I don't know!! My label would be as long as Daenerys' title. Maybe I'd labdl myself as lazy af person, but responsable. I'm also a VERY ambitious person

12- Favorite age you have been so far?

FIFTEEN, I STARTED THAT AGE SOO FUCKING WELL. I WENT TO DISNEY AND I SPENT MY BIRTHDAY IN MAGIC KINGDOM WITH MY FAMILY😭 And well, that year was so dope because I finally had an amazing group of friends. I moved to another city when I was 12 and it was really hard for me to adapt. The worst age I have been so far is definetely 12.

16- The last song you listened too?

Press by Cardi B. Best song ever.

18- Who would you really like to punch in the face?

The real question is who wouldn't I like to punch in the face?? Literally, any man I have ever crossed path with. Man are so annoying. There is a particular guy I met on a trip to Scotland a few years ago who started to annoy me because I said abortion should be legal in our country. It's a long story, but basically he started to be annoying af so I would like to punch him in the face. At least I got the chance to slap one of his friends who grabbed me from the back. I'm not the type of person who does this type of stuff at all but he invaded my personal space trying to start a beef. He got mad because I was ignoring them. Honestly, I never imagine I would react like that but well.

At least one of the girls punch him in the face because he was also being annoying af.

In summary, man suck.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

Mmm, idk. I would like to say my boyfriend but I don't have one *sad noises*

Maybe one of my best friends, idk. I KNOW, my bestfriend. I would make her hug me the whole day. She hates it so we never do that😔

Or maybe my sister... She takes amazing photos but she doesn't want to take photos of me. sHE CHARGED ME 3 DOLLARS ONE TIME. So I would make her my slave for a day while we are on holiday in a cute place. She would have to take photos of me the whole day.

22- Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

No, I don't have ANY talent😭 I'm such a basic girl.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

Soo, I love the basic ham and cheese sandwich, but If I only can pick one type for the rest of my life, I would go with this one: a mix of tuna, carrot and creme cheese with avocado, mushrooms and tomatoe.

WAIT, WHOLE A SECOND, ANY SANDWICH INGREDIENT?? My dumbass really slept over salmon. Let me change my stupid decision. I would pick creme cheese, salmon, avocado, spinach because I don't like arugula and mushrooms. I hope the salmon is free because otherwise I would never eat a sandwich again😔

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

Let me do the math, that's a lot of money in my country, haha. Although I'm tempted to buy something, I sadly know that those $100 will double up its value within the next months.

Now I have 13000 pesos? Well, in a few months I'll probably have 15000 pesos or more [please, god, no]. So taking this into account, I would rather keep them for the future.

EDIT: I WROTE THIS LAST NIGHT WHEN THE DOLLAR WAS AT 130 PESOS AND GUESS WHAT, THE DOLLAR WENT UP TO 145 PESOS TODAY, FUCK. I hate my country, I’m moving to Europe or New Zealand, byee.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

Mmm, I don't like alcoholic beverage. This girl only drinks water and frappucinos without coffe because everything else sucks. But I'm a boss bitch so I would ask the most expensive drink ever [I did my research and it seems like the most expensive one is Macallan 64 years, so it would be that one] and I would sell them. I would be rich rich. Think smart, think like me😂

Like Cardi B once said “I make money moves”

29. What is your favorite expletive?

Bad word, right?? I've never heard of this world before so I had to do a little research.

In english, it's fuck. You can add it to everything, i love that.

Fuck >>>>> any bad word ever.

In Spanish, boludo. Aaaa, that word is amazing!! It doesn't have a translation but it's kinda like stupid.

This is google explanation because Idk how to explain it:

"This is probably the most used argentinian word. At first it was just a noun, to say to somone that he was really stupid, but now, you can use it to call your pal in a friendly way. It is used for a lot of things, and it has become a verbe: BOLUDEAR"

In my case, I use boludo when it's stupid but in a fun way, I call my friends that and more. If I want to say that because someone is an asshole in a bad way, I use pelotudo.

38. What is the color of your socks?

White

46. Are you reliable?

YESSS

52. How long could you go without talking?

My record is nothing. I love talking. I talk A LOOT so I can't do that. It's impossible for me. However, I believe that if it was for a challenge with an important cash price, I wouldn't talk for the whole week. I mean, money moves the world. My point is that I can do it but I don't like so I don't even try.

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

No. I'm an aquarius and I have never related to the things they say about that sign so I don't really "believe" in them.

[anthonyreadsthecards]

Thank youuuu for answering my question <3 . Soo heyy i wanted to know where the love of my life in rn or just is ? Because i have been single for a long time mainly because i dont really want to waste my time and i understand that there isn't a way youu can accurately tell me but just something to keep my hopes up tbrh. Anyways that was all thabk you soo much again♡

So I believe there was a slight misunderstanding and that's my fault so apologies. I don't want to bore you with the many definitions of love so I'll try to be quick. When it comes to love people tend to think that there is a single person who is The One. In reality The One is more so a goal that you and your significant other work towards. It's more of a person you want to become versus a person that exists. So when you ask about "the love of [your] life" that term makes things a bit harder to navigate. I personally don't believe in the idea of "soulmates" at least not in the way that people tend to romanticize them, nor do I believe in "twin flames". So when people use the term like "love of my life" I don't think you can really give that label to someone until you've, you know, met and actually had a relationship.

But you didn't want to hear me go on about things like that did you? No, you've come for a reading and a reading you shall get. I did, however, tweak the question a bit so instead I asked the cards "where can you find love/what do you need to do to find love". Let's see what they have to say.

Nine of Wands, Prince of Cups, & Death.

Well this first card isn't that much of a surprise. The Nine of Cards is one of determination and strength. A person who faces an obstacle and stands their ground. So in the matters of the heart this card is saying "don't give up". I like how you said you didn't want to waste your time. You know what you want, you have certain standards that you want your future partner to meet and that's reasonable. This card wants you to know that you shouldn't lower your standards for someone that isn't right for you. Hold on to them.

The Prince of Cups usually deals with message about possible romance but in the company of Death I think the cards are saying that you can't look for love in the places that you used to. There's a habit or a cycle that needs to be broken first before you can find what you are looking for. I think more so it might be the area where you're looking that's the problem. Maybe cast the net a bit wider and there could be some better results. Just remember to stick to your standards. Don't settle for someone who is going to lead you on or someone that isn't interested in the things that you want. Stay determined. It feels like a new dawn is approaching so there's no need to lose hope.

Hopefully that helps. Thank you for your patience and for letting me rant a little.

Best of luck,

A.S.

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