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domesticblisss · 3 years

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By My Side | Pt.02

Timothy Thatcher x Female Reader (Nicknamed ‘Baby’) Rating: Mature (Minors DNI) Word Count: 2257 Warnings: Smut, angst and fluff. PiV, oral (female receiving) rough sex, relationship discussions, alcohol mention and language. Inspired by INXS’ song, By My Side. Pt.01

“Welcome to NXT, Thatcher.”

Timothy turns around and stops for a second, staring at her. Baby looks him in the eyes, not blinking once. Silence is shared between them for what feels like an eternity. Tim hugs her as tight as he can, knocking the wind out of her, but Baby doesn’t reciprocate, her arms limp by her side as Tim holds her.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” Tim breaths on her hair.

“Fucking liar.” she whispers back to him.

Tim releases the hold he had on her, but still keeps her close by keeping one hand on her shoulder. “Can we talk? I feel like we need to talk. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, I understand that you hate me, you have all the right to. But can we please talk? I’m staying at Junior’s, if you want to...”

“Fine. I’ll be there at 7.” and she leaves before hearing his answer.

Dakota and Rhea find her a few minutes later on the locker room, crying.

“Baby, what happened? You were talking to Thatcher and vanished from the gym. Did he do anything to you?” Kai says as she wipes her friends face clean.

“Do you want me to beat him up? You know I’d anything for you...” Rhea offers her.

“God, Rhea. No! But thank you. I don’t think I ever told you guys about this part of my time in Germany, yeah?” she tells them everything. About how they met, them touring together, all the happy moments and their downfall.

“We never fought, not once. Whenever something the other did bothered us we would just sit and talk. He always told me how great I was, how I was one of the best professionals he had ever seen. We talked about our dreams. I still can’t understand why he didn’t believe I couldn’t get here.” her voice breaks at the end and Baby starts crying again. Rhea hugs her, dries her cheeks once again, while saying “First of all, you need to stop crying, he doesn’t deserve it. Second, you guys really need to talk.”

“You do, babes.” Kota intervenes, “You guys need to have some closure to it. You left without even officially ending your relationship.”

“I know. He asked me to meet him tonight. I agreed to it. I don’t know why I got so shaken up after seeing him. I thought I had gotten over it, you know?” Baby sighs.

“Look, it’s normal. Just go, talk to him. If anything, call us and we break his nose again for you, yeah? Ripley offers.

“Okay, I love you guys.”

The day goes by way too quickly and when she realises, it’s almost 7. Sometimes, it’s a good thing that her and Junior live on the same Condo, being so close to each other really makes things easier when they want to do something together. Right now she is regretting that nearness. She wishes she had some little time to give herself a little pep talk before seeing Tim again.

She arrives just as Marcel leaves his apartment with Fabian. Both of them hug her and tell her to call if she needs anything as Tim waits by the door.

“Hello again, Timothy” she says, entering the apartment.

“Timothy. Wow.”

“Can’t call you chocolate eyes like I used to, can I?”

“Well, technically you can, my eyes hadn’t — “

“No technicalities here, Timothy. Let’s get this over with, please.”

“Right, I’m sorry. Please sit.” he begins. “Do you want something? Water? Beer? Also, I ordered take out from that Lebanese place Junior said you like so much.”

“Tim...” she sighs, exhausted. “I’m not hungry or thirsty. Can we please get over with it?” Noticing how harsh she was and the sad look on his face, she continues “Fuck, I’m sorry. I appreciate your efforts but I really can’t do this. Not right now, I can’t pretend everything is fine and dandy and eat and drink like nothing happened.”

“No you’re right. I just... I really need to apologise to you. I was so frustrated that everyone I knew was getting what they wanted and I kept stuck in one place. It felt like I was getting on a dead end road. I panicked when I noticed you were leaving, I felt like I was losing the one good constant thing in my life, the most important thing in my life. And I fucking did because of how much of a prick I was to you. I am so, so sorry for that. I won’t ask you for your forgiveness, it would be nice, but I understand if you don’t want to.”

“We could’ve worked out the whole ‘long distance’ thing you know... anyway Tim, you fucking broke me. I don’t think I ever loved anything, anyone more in my life than I loved you. I thought we were going to be together forever, you know? I couldn’t imagine my life without you... and you just insulted me, insulted the only thing I was proud of, the only thing I’ve ever felt I was good at when my dream was becoming a reality. The truth is I’ve already forgiven you. I did it as soon as I calmed myself down because I knew how much in distress you were. But you’ve broken me and I don’t feel like things can come back to how they were. I’ll try to stay out of your way as much as I can in the PC, I would appreciate if you did the same. I really don’t think we have anything else to say to each other, so goodbye.” She kisses his cheek and leaves before he can say anything else.

It has been months since they talked and Baby was able to stay away from Tim. She made sure to workout whenever he wasn’t at the Performance Centre. Whenever they had classes together, they would stand on the opposite sides of the room, far from each other. She never looked at him, but could feel his eyes staring at her. She was also very thankful to whatever high power that exists that they never got paired together. She had finally moved on.

Whenever she wanted to see Marcel or Fabian, they would either go to her place or the three of them would meet at a bar. For some reason, today’s bar date felt like a deja vu. They were on a booth, her with her back to the bar’s entrance, nursing a beer while Junior and Fabian took shots. The boys were in front of her, laughing when she felt her anxiety creep in. A few moments later, a presence is felt and Tim stands there, in all his 6ft3 glory.

“Good evening, guys.” Tim says to everyone, but his eyes never leave hers. Baby answers him back, while scooting a little far into the booth so Tim can sit by her side.

They never directly talk to each, their interactions only happening when Marcel and Fabian say something that requires an answer from the both of them.

She can feel Tim is nervous, his leg bouncing like crazy by her side, the fabric of his shorts rubbing on the skin her skirt didn’t cover. Baby has lost count on how many times she has held herself back from putting her hands on his knee to rub her thumb on it, like she always did when he was nervous.

The night went on like this. Soon enough, Junior and Fabian were shit faced, making Tim and Baby take them home together.

They arrive at the boys place, the both of them taking their designated drunk to their respective room and meeting back again on the living room. Tim speaks first before she tries to leave.

“Does this feels like deja vu to you too?

“God it does! Except it was Mack instead of Fabian last time.” she laughs softly back at him.

“I guess the next thing should be me raiding his fridge for a beer, right?” he asks reluctantly, afraid of her answer.

“Yeah, I’ll wait for you on the balcony.”

Tim is back a few moments later, “I don’t know where Junior finds all this european stuff.”

“Oh, there’s a store nearby that sells foods and drinks from around the world. The day we first went there he was so excited I thought he was gonna pass out.”

“That does sounds like him. Look, I didn’t know you would be at the bar tonight, if I did, I wouldn’t have gone, as much as I want to see you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know it was Axel’s fault. But yeah, I wanted to see you too.” She tells him, a bit ashamed and they both smile at each other. They share a few moments of silence together, just appreciating their beers and the light breeze they were getting tonight.

She’s moves around on the balcony to stand somewhat in front of him, and is the one to break the silence. “The PC is doing great things to you. Your ‘Thatch-as-Thatch Can’ segments are incredible. You’re better at talking, more confident, it really suits you.”

“Thanks. I saw you’re doing moonsaults now. I remember you always wanting to do it but afraid of. They look great. Everything you do is impeccable. I always knew you would be able to.”

They stare at each other in silence for what feels like ages, the breeze picks up again, making her hair fall to her face. Tim brushes the hair out of her face, glides his thumb across her right cheek and then her lips. On impulse, Baby grabs his t-shirt and crashes their lips together. When Tim feels her letting go, he holds her close, trapping her in his arms and deepening the kiss.

It’s a raw, desperate kiss. Teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. She moans when he lets go of her lips, leaving a wet trail of rough kisses from her face to the sweet spot on her neck, giving little bites to the space behind her ears.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, Timmo.” She says, rubbing her core on his hardening length.

“Me too, doll. C’mon, let’s go to the bedroom”.

They are attached to each other, stumbling on furniture, knocking down the living room lamp. When they get to Tim’s bedroom, they don’t bother on wasting time to take their clothes off. Tim pulls his shorts down and snakes Baby’s legs around his waist, lifts her skirt up enough to easily shove her lacy panties aside and fuck her against the wall.

It’s angry and rough, the result of one year worth of pent up rage and regret. They don’t care about the noises they’re making, fuck the neighbours, fuck Marcel, fuck Fabian, they are in their own little world now. Tim pulls the straps of her bra down, enough to attach his lips to her left nipple.

“Tim, babe, please don’t stop, I’m almost there. FUCK!”

He goes in harder, rougher and in no time she comes, flooding their clothes with her juices. Tim only stops when he feels her spasming against him, letting her gain some strength back. They move to his bed, taking the rest of their clothes off and Tim on her again, kissing her heat, sucking on her clit while he fingers her, mercilessly. It’s not long before she comes again, stronger than before, while gripping her hand on his hair, tears involuntarily streaming down her face.

He comes up to her lips, lays his body on top her and kisses her sweetly. “I’m sorry, doll. Was I too rough on you?” She lazily nods her head, silly smile on her face, still speechless.

Meanwhile, she strokes his still hard cock, lining it on her entrance, Tim asks if she still can take it, she only nods and lets out a soft “Mhmm”.

This time, Tim is gentle, rocking his body in an almost teasing motion, all while kissing her, telling her how much he missed her. They come together a few moments later.

Tim tumbles to his side of the bed, bringing Baby to lay her head on his chest, both of them coming out of their highs, just cherishing this moment together.

“I love you.” Baby finally breaks the silence. “I love you so much it hurts. I’m sorry I’ve been such a stubborn idiot.”

“Doll, you have all the right to be stubborn, I was a prick to you. And yes, I love you too. I love you more than anything, you still are the most important thing in my life.”

“So… do you want to try this again?” Baby offers.

“More than anything.”

Baby wakes up around 07am, their limbs tangled together. She tries to get up without waking Tim up, failing. He holds her hand and asks where she’s going, “Breakfast”, she answers sleepily.

“Your famous eggs and bacon?”

“If Marcel has any on his fridge, yeah.”

“Yes!!!” she laughs at his attitude and goes to the kitchen.

A few moments later Marcel appears in the kitchen, stops in his tracks and asks “What are you doing here? Did you fuck Fabian???”

“She didn’t fuck Fabian, dipshit.” Tim says as he walks past the german, who has a confused look on his face. He eyes Tim’s back, all red from the scratches she left behind last night, and it comes to him.

“What do y – oh my god, yes! FINALLY!”

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gguksgalaxy · 7 years

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Engraved pt. 7

Masterpost <-- Engraved 6 | Engraved 8 -->

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost) Words: 3587 Warnings: swearing ( think), a lot of suggestive things, alcohol Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Kai X Reader, slight Chen X Reader A/N: This part is short, I know. But i'm sort of out of it. I'm sorry for the wait and that it ended up like this. I hope you enjoy though, let me know.

Read it HERE on AFF, or below on Tumblr.

*previously* 

“I can’t talk about this with you.”

*now* Kyungsoo looked at you, round eyes holding a mixture of emotions that you couldn’t really point out. Your mind was clouded and you weren’t sure how to respond. You knew your last comment was wrong. It would make him only the more curious. You reached out for him, hand circling around his wrist. “Listen.” you started, and to your surprise he didn’t say anything. “I would tell you, but this is none of your concern. It’s only going to trouble you.” There was a strain in your voice and you didn’t hide it, there was no point in it. This boy had just gotten you to admit something you normally didn’t struggle to hide. You never struggled to hide anything, but somehow you wanted to tell him. Like you just wanted to lay everything on the table and come clean, wipe away all the secrets. He still stared at you. “I'm sure I can handle it.”

“I know. But we made a promise not to tell anyone unless it was really necessary. I’m sorry.” With a sigh he pulled his hand from yours. “So Lay wasn’t lying?” He asked. You sighed and walked to the chair, sitting down. “Lay does a lot of things, but he never lies. He sometimes…sees things in his own way.” Kyungsoo sat down on the other chair beside yours, but with his side facing you. “You know you don’t make it easy for me to trust you.” A dry chuckle left your lips and you touched the scabs of the wounds on your neck. They were still sore a little and rough under your fingers. “I’m aware of that. I never asked for your trust, you don’t have to give it. Not like that.” “Then what is it that you want?” he asked, but he corrected himself. “Never mind don’t answer that.” This wasn’t right, it was creeping under your skin, and you weren’t okay with it. “I need some time to myself.” you whispered and got up. There was a thug on the hem of your shirt, and you stopped. Kyungsoo made you turn around by the loops of your jeans, and looked up at you from the chair. “I’m sorry.” “We both are, I think that says enough.” you softly lifted his hand from you and walked towards the stairs. “Feel free to use my laptop or find yourself something to read.” The calm colours in your room made you relax, and you stripped of the shirt you were wearing, and the jeans that were itching on your skin. Your sheets were cold against your skin as you let yourself fall back on the bed. And you just laid down and thought for a little, this game wasn’t going your way anymore and you had to try and get it back on track. Your game didn’t include trust and questions and whatever this was. All you wanted was a fun time. You sighed deeply and got up, looking around. There pictures on your wall, most of them polaroids of a camera Jongin had gotten you once. He kept it around now, you didn’t use it much. Most of the photo’s were you and Jongdae, or you and Jongin, there was a stray one of you with Baek and Chan. There were even two of you and Sehun, at his birthday party. The one that was your favourite was in a stupid cheesy stand with glitters Dae had gotten you for Christmas last year. It was a terrible ugly thing, and he knew you’d think just that. The picture was you, Dae and Jongin, sitting on the hood of Suho’s car when you’d stolen it to take an unannounced road trip last year. One of the best times you had. Ever. There was also a picture of you and Minseok, but it wasn’t on the wall anymore. You put on a knitted sweater, sports shorts, knee socks and a scarf. He’d seen you practically naked, you were hurting right now and he’d have to deal. This was your home. Tomorrow Jongin would be here, Xiumin told you that before you left, so you’d be able to do whatever you want. But you weren’t gonna change that for Kyungsoo’s sake. With an idea in your mind you went back down the stairs and stopped when you saw him sitting on the couch, with your sketchbook in his lap. You walked up behind him, socked feet silent on the wooden floor. “Excuse me Do Kyungsoo.” you said from behind him, grasping the sketchbook from his hands. “Hey!” he said, turning around. You put your face close to his. “I though I told you to get something to read, not to look at. Words, not pictures. This is private.” He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but he probably saw you were actually displeased with this. “I was just curious okay.” With a scoff you got the other one from beside his lap and walked back to the closet. “That’s called being nosy, you know.” “Can I ask you something?” Why? It was probably about all the drawings you had of Jongin, and Jongdae, and you really didn’t want to go into that topic. You wanted to do something you hadn’t done in a long, long time. “You know what I have an idea.” He looked at you, the question still hanging in the air, but he raised an eyebrow. “Tell me.” “Let’s play a drinking game.” you said, while reaching into a glass on the shelf. You showed him the dice, and grabbed a bottle of vodka. “Four rules. You throw even, you drink. You throw uneven, you can ask anything. You deny, you drink. You can’t repeat questions" There was mischief in his eyes but doubt in his lips. “Don't you think you should lay off the booze while you’re on painkillers?” From the cupboard you got two shot glasses. “I can start them tomorrow, now that we know i’m actually healing properly.” There was no answer from him, as his eyes flickered between you and the bottle in your hands. “This is a one time offer, if you say no, I’m just going to sit here and get drunk all on my own.” “Fine.” “Oh, don’t pretend like you aren’t going to enjoy this.” you chuckled as you sat down on the couch. With your good foot you pulled the table closer and sat down he stuff. Pouring two shots, handing him one. “Bottoms up.” you smirked and he laughed as you both threw it back. He motioned for you to roll first, and you rolled 3. “Okay.” you trailed, leaning back. “Where did Minseok find you?” There was surprise on his face. “I…” he trailed and you saw discomfort in the way pulled at a string in the tear of his jeans by his knee. He reached for the bottle and you wanted to stop him, but you didn’t. It was part of the game. And you had rather him know you didn’t want to talk about things than hiding what they were. It was somewhat a way of honesty in your twisted mind. You watched his throat move as he swallowed thickly and let out a groan at the bitter taste. And you handed him the dice. He threw 1. Without looking at you he asked, and your hand already went towards the bottle before he asked it. “Who was in that drawing, that they showed you when they were attacking you?” The liquid burnt down your throat and warmed your body. “My turn.” The dice was light in your hand and you rolled it around, over your fingers and onto the table. 3 again. “Okay, how many piercings do you have?” Both of you must’ve already felt the effects of the alcohol in your blood, you did at least. It wasn’t must, just enough to loosen your muscles a little, take the edge of the pain. His eyes flickered up for a second and you saw him counting. It was cute, that he didn’t really know the number. “Fourteen.” he said. With a tilt of you head you let your eyes glide over his face. Seven in his ears, one in his left eyebrow, one left snake bite, two in his neck. That leaves…three. It wouldn’t surprise you for him to have some other piercings somewhere, and you had an idea of where too. You didn’t pierce all of the ones in his ears and he had a tattoo before you met him. It was nice to know the number though. More reason’s to get him undressed and find them. “Okay, fourteen.” “Well it's nothing compared to your twenty-four.” he said, as you handed, fingers brushing your palm. The pads of his fingers where rough, you remembered it from when he had had his hands wrapped around your neck, and you felt it now. His hands were nothing like Jongin’s or Jongdae’s, both had soft fingers, nimble touches. Perfect for slight of hand. D.O.’ s hands were more…appealing if you had to say. You shrugged, and watched as he rolled, 2. With a bit of a mumbled curse he took another shot and threw the dice at you. Which you caught to his surprise. “I’m not that easily caught of guard.” With a smile you came over to him and whispered in his ear, “I'm always watching you.” There was a hand at your lower back when you wanted to pull back. His lips at your ear now. “Then I hope you enjoy the view.” it was him who leant back, and he pulled his sweater over his head. Flashing his lower abdomen which were clear of any tattoo’s or piercings. You could revel over the designs on his arms now, and ran your fingers up the lines, meeting his gaze. That’s when your phone went off. You fished it from your back pocket and picked up without moving form your spot close to him. “Angel speaking.” “Hey y/n, it’s Jongin.” You sighed, and already knew what he was going to say. “Hey Nini, you okay?” he sounded tired, and worried, even over the phone. Kyungsoo, still dangerously close to you arched an eyebrow. He’d probably heard it was Jongin and you actually didn’t use that nickname around the others, it sort of slipped out. So you shrugged. Jongin sighed over the phone. “Can you ask D.O. if he can stay with you tomorrow? I got in trouble at work and…” he trailed, and you knew he was running a hand through his hair. “It’s okay. I’ll put you on speaker for a second.” You pressed the phone and held it in between you and Kyungsoo. “Hey Nini,” he smirked. The little fucker. Jongin was silent and you pushed D.O. of the couch. He landed on the floor with a thud. “You did not tell him about that.” Kai grumbled. Kyungsoo was trying to get up but you planted your feet on his back and you saw he wasn’t fighting really. “No he heard me, sorry. It slipped out.” you said, actually feeling a little sorry. “D.O.?” Jongin asked. “You okay?” He struggled a little under you and you pressed a socked foot on the back of his neck. “I'm okay, struggling but okay.” “We’ll, I just want to know if you can stay with her tomorrow. I need to go to work. I’m sorry.” You heard it in his voice, heard it when he started. Knew it the damn moment he called. But it was a lot clearer on speaker. The young man lying under your feet turned his head up at you and motioned for you to move. You rolled your eyes and laid back on the couch. D.O. moved your feet up and over his lap to sit down. “I think I can stay tomorrow, sure. If she doesn’t kill me.” Jongin snickered, and it was a welcoming sound to your ears after you noticed he was down. “Trust me I might kill her myself when I see her. See you guys later.” and he hung up with that. Kyungsoo turned sideways to you, and rolled the dice. You spoke up. “hey it’s not your turn!” He shrugged. “You just threw me on the floor, it’s a pity round.” you wanted to kick up a foot towards his face but he was leaning on your legs. To your dismay he threw 5. “Why Nini.” “Ah Kyungsoo, you just wasted your question, that’s such a boring answer. Because it’s your pity round, you can try again.” “Are you playing me.” “Is that your question?” He groaned in frustration. “Okay fine, where is your other piercing?” Sadly, sadly. “Ah, I’m drinking on that one.” Right then he looked like a hit puppy. “You serious?! What is there to hide?” he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. You threw back the shot and shrugged. “It's more fun if you have to search for it.” He snatched the dice from the table. “Okay how about we make this more interesting?” With a flick of his wrist he threw the dice in the air and caught it with his other hand. There was a slight drop in his voice and you leant up on your arms, looking at him with a small smirk. “Enlighten me.” “Okay. You throw 1 or 4 you drink. You throw 2 or 5, you can ask anything, no repeats. You throw 3 or 6, you lose a piece of clothing. You deny, you drink or strip.” “Stop when one of us is naked?” “Or too drunk.” “I'm in.” and you moved to pry the dice from his fingers, and you saw his eyes linger on the joker card tattoo. The sound of the dice against the wooden table were all the more enticing now. You hadn’t expected him to offer that up, but you weren’t going to refuse that offer. You rolled six, of course. So you offered up your leg to him from his lap. “Help me out will you?” you said with a pout. But he just leant back, arms behind his head. So without another word you reached for your sock and slowly, deliberately rolled it down your leg, over your foot. Exposing the bottom of your stag tattoo, and a henna like tattoo on your foot, wrapping around your ankle. Without another word he reached for the dice, probably brushing his fingers against your thigh on purpose. He threw 2. “Why a joker card?” To your surprise he didn’t ask about the stag, but on the other hand, that was a more common tattoo these days. “You’ve seen me play, right?” and he nodded shortly. “But I’m not the queen, or the king. I’m the joker, I am whatever you want me to be, a wild card.” And he stared at you for a second, creases appearing in his forehead. But he placed the dice in your hand on your stomach. There were no words spoken between the two of you apart from the questions. Three rounds later he lost both his shoes and a sock, unlucky him, and you were two shots richer and one sock poorer. Then you threw 5 thank god, alcohol was starting to cloud your mind and you wanted to get some questions out before you had to cut this short. “Tell me,” you started, leaning up and touching the piercings at the back of his neck, feeling his shiver. “Do I intimidate you?” “No.” he answered, but he swallowed thickly. “You're body tells me something else.” you whispered close to his ear, running your fingers through his hair. “You’re nervous now aren’t you?” There was a tremble in his voice. “You can only ask one thing per round.” he replied. You hummed softly, breath hitting his ear, and you didn’t move as he reached for the dice. He got 6, and with a groan toed of his other sock. “Your own game is working against you, seems you’ll be naked faster than I will.” you played. He scoffed. “You’re more naked than I am.” To be honest you were but he wasn’t counting. “I’m wearing five more articles, you have three.” and your fingers slipped beneath the collar of his shirt. “Or are you going to tell me you’re not wearing boxer?” With a roll of his eyes he pushed you back and you bounced a little as you landed. The dice were in your favour, and you got 3. You needed to back off the booze for another three rounds or so. With your eyes on him you arched your back and reached behind you. Then you slipped your hands underneath your shirt and flung you bra over the armrest on his side. “Four.” He rolled 2. “Are you going to trick me into sleeping with you tonight?” The tone in his voice sounded offensive. “Are you going to take the bait?” “Don’t answer my question with a question.” “I’m not tricking you into doing anything, you say no, we stop.” you shrugged and reached for the dice. The god damned 4. Reluctantly you poured another shot and hit it back. The tremble in your hand told you enough. Kyungsoo eyes your every movement, and he must’ve noticed something. “You okay?” he asked. You clicked your tongue and handed him the dice. “You roll, then you can ask me questions.” With a soft sigh you laid down and closed your eyes, relaxing, the buzz of alcohol in your veins. Uncomfortable, warm, weird. There was a rustling and when you slowly opened one eye he has lost his shirt. The dice really hated him. For a moment you looked at him, lightly tanned skin painted with black and subtle hints of red. Swirls, coins, cards, flowers, traditional style sleeves and patterns over the top of his chest. His eyes met yours, but there was something else there now. They were dark and persistent, as if he was in deep thought. “My turn.” you groaned and rolled. The lovely number of 5 appeared. “Are you going to ask me what you’re really wondering about? Or are you just going to beat around the bush all night?” With his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip, his eye ran over the expanse of your body to meet your eyes. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” “Ask me when you throw he number next round, I’ll promise I’ll answer, honestly.” “You’re not dri-“ he cut his sentence short, because he knew you weren’t going to answer him probably. So you handed him the dice, and he didn’t even complain to say that he hadn’t answered your question. To his luck he got 2. He looked at you and you nodded. “How many members have you hooked up with?” “Define.” you mumbled. There was hesitation in the way he halted before he spoke. He has to choose this carefully. “How many have you kissed.” You on the other hand didn’t hesitate to answer him. “Five.” For a moment the number hung between the two of you, a question unanswered, that he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to. So you gave it anyways. “I slept with two.” "Kai and Chen.” he said, and the small widening in his eyes told him he didn’t mean to. It was gone before it appeared but you saw it, even half drunk. But you didn’t reply, you just reached for the dice and got 1. So you tipped back another shot and stood up. “I'm going to bed.” you collected your socks and bra. It was almost 1 am by now, and you weren’t going to stay up any longer like this. Sleep, you needed sleep. This was a bad idea. He followed you with his eyes but he let you leave. “I'll get you blankets or something, and a pillow. Give me a second.” you said without looking back. The stairs you took shakily, why had you suggested this again? You found the pillow and blanket in your closet and stood back up. There was a sway in your vision, and you blinked it away but you tripped backwards. A arm around your waist caught you. “I didn’t expect you to be such a lightweight.” Kyungsoo spoke softly. He didn’t let go of you and you leant against him for a little. “It’s stupid.” “You shouldn’t have suggested playing a drinking game.” he chuckled and sat you down on the bed. You chewed the inside of your cheek with the blanket and pillow in your lap. He touched your bare leg. “Go to sleep, it’s okay.” He laughed softly and took the stuff of your lap. “You’ll feel like shit tomorrow though.” “Yah! As if I haven’t had a hangover before.” you called and slapped his arm. He rubbed it and frowned. “Well you’re not too far gone I see.” “I just hate getting drunk.” “You suggested playing a drinking game but you hate getting drunk? I thought you’d be smarter than that.” he looked at you questioningly. You shrugged, and he got up to leave. “Goodnight y/n.” Your eyes widened, he’d never said your name before. “Just be glad I slip up like that around you.” you mumbled, but it sounded too loud and you knew he heard. He didn’t turn around.

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A Glossary Of Terms

1-kyu:

First level. As in the top level of the Japanese Language Profiency Test!

A man:

Ten thousand. Sounds cool, don't it?

Anime:

Cartoon.

Apato:

Apartment.

Apato Biru:

Apartment building.

Apropos:

Appropriate (French).

Arubaito:

Part-time job, esp. one for students.

Asa-gohan:

Breakfast (lit. "morning rice").

Base brat:

Someone whose parent(s) was (were) military personnel, therefore necessitating living on military bases and multiple traumatic cross-country moves during childhood.

Bento:

Japanese boxed lunch.

Bit:

Slang for stole, copied, and/or plagerized..

Blocking:

A stage term that means where actors are supposed to stand on-stage.

BOE:

JET abbreviation for Board Of Education.

Boshi:

A hat or baseball cap.

Bosozoku:

Young Japanese gang members who ride around on real noisy, super-modified motorcycles (lit. "speed tribes").

Bougie:

Slang term for "bourgeois"

Bunkasai:

School "culture festival;" a bizarre mix of talent show, open house and carnival.

Bureki:

Brakes.

Can't Be Arsed:

See "couldn't be arsed."

Carte blanche:

The freedom to do whatever you please (French).

-Chan:

Attached to someone's name to infer affection for that person as a friend. Also used to indicate that the person being refered to is a child.

Chelsea Smile:

Inserting a knife into the mouth of a person one is assaulting and cutting at either end of the mouth, so as to extend the victim's smile in a grotesque fashion.

Chikan:

Pevert or molester. See also hentai

Chimpira:

A low-level yakuza.

Chi chi fou fou:

Fancy.

Cho:

Very. See also totemo.

Chotto:

A little.

Chugakko:

Junior high school.

Chugakkusei:

Junior high school student.

Conbini:

Convenience store (Montréalers: depanneur), which are ubiquotous in Japan.

Couldn't Be Arsed:

English slang, meaning "couldn't be bothered." Also works as "can't be arsed."

Crust:

A style of punk rock known for its death metal-esque vocals and overall severity. Crust punks are well known for their aversion to personal hygeine and love of mescaline.

Dafuya:

A ticket scalper.

Daibutsu:

Buddah. Or, more commonly, a giant-ass statue of the Buddah.

Daigakko:

University.

Daikyuu:

A day off in lieu of having worked on a regular day off (e.g. do-yobi).

Dame, dame:

Forbidden, as in "don't do that!"

(da)Saitama:

A nickname for Saitama City used by the more cosmopolitan Tokyoites. Dasai means "uncool."

Deets:

Slang term for "details."

Denki:

Electricity; or, electronics store.

Depato:

Department store.

Deshita:

Was. Kind of.

Dinkus:

Dink (Latin).

DIY:

"Do It Yourself." A punk rock manifesto/slogan (North America) or the way to describe homeowner-done home renovations (Merry Olde England).

Dodgu baru:

Dodge ball (formerly known as murder ball).

Dojo:

A school or building devoted to martial arts.

Domo arigato gozaimashita:

"Thank you very much."

Dorama:

Katakanasized English for "drama," meaning "soap opera."

Dosh:

Money. Sorry, I've been renting to many "there's gangsters in London"-type movies lately!

Do-yobi:

Would be Saturday, wouldn't it now?

Echo Parque:

Echo Park. A neighbourhood in Los Angeles (Spanish).

Eigo:

English.

Eikawa:

English conversation school.

El Jefe:

The boss (Spanish).

Enkai:

The legendary "office party" of Japan, where you colleagues try to get you as drunk as possible. Notorious for being the social occassion where the reserved and meek Japanese people you work with go off and get nuts.

Ethiopia no ryoori:

Ethiopian food. Look, just put any country before no ryoori and you are talking about the food of that country. It's just that easy!

FA:

Fuck All

Fameru, the:

The other, more centrally-located but crappier, apartment building wherein almost all the other AET's working for the Saitama-shi are housed.

Flossing:

Wearing clothing or jewelry in a flashy, homologic manner.

Flush:

In the wacky world of poker, five cards of the same suit. A good hand.

Furikomi:

Transferring money from your bank account to someone else's.

Fushigi:

Weird, as in spooky or mysterious weird. Like an Astro-boy action figure spookily and mysteriously "floating" in a Denny's toy. Hello? Go back and read the sentence again!

Gaijin:

Foreigner. Non-Japanese.

Gaijin cado:

The "Alien Registration Card" that every foreigner living here is required to carry at all times.

Gaikokku:

Foreign country or countries. Any country or countries that is not Japan.

Gakusei:

Student. Or students. Depending.

Game senta:

Arcade ("game centre" - get it?).

Ganbaranai!:

"Don't try!" "Why bother?" "Do a half-assed job, if even that much." The opposite of ganbatte.

Ganbatte yo!:

"Fight!" "Try hard!" "Do your best!" J-folk never tire of uttering these words of encouragement at every opportunity.

Genkan:

That part of a J-house right after the front door where you take off your shoes. Considered part of "outside," so if you don't leave your door locked here, don't be surprised when delivery guys, Jehovah's Witnesses, the cops and the NHK guy just open your front door and stand in the genkan, calling for you!

Genki:

Healthy, happy, in good spirits, socialable, frisky. Pick one or a combination thereof.

Genkikunai:

Unhealthy, unhappy, in poor spirits, unsocialable, not frisky. Pick one or a combination thereof.

Geri:

Either diarrhea or having sex with your girlfriend. Can't remember which one, but either way, geri is a top-notch excuse to give your supervisor when you want the day off. Though I'd recommend seiri-tsuu for the ladies.

Getsu-yobi:

Monday. You didn't read the week one entry very closely, did you?

Gi:

Martial arts uniform. Costume? Get-up? No, uniform!

Giving us the hi-hat:

1920's gangster slang for being snubbed or disrespected, see?

Glasgow Kiss:

A head butt.

Gobsmacked:

Flabbergasted; astounded; shocked (English slang).

Gomen nasai:

"I'm sorry."

Haafu:

Katakanized English for "half," which is how mixed-"race" offspring of one Japanese parent & one gaijin are actually refered to here!

Hanabi:

Fireworks.

Hanamizu:

Snot (lit. "nose water").

Hanko:

A stamp or personal seal, used in lieu of a signature on most legal documents, bank forms, etc.

Hansomu:

Jinglish for "handsome."

Harajuku:

A popular district of central Tokyo, known for attracting throngs of young people dressed to nines in all manner of garb. Particulary on Sundays!

Hawdkoah:

The New York City pronounciation of "hardcore", a style of punk music.

Hella:

San Francisco slang for "very" (lit. "hell of").

Hentai:

Pervert. See also chikan.

Hiragana:

One of the Japanese syllabic alphabets.

Hisashiburi ne!:

"Long time, no see!"

Ichi-nensei:

First-year students (Canadian translation: 7th grade).

Inaka:

The country. A rural area.

Isofuckingashii:

Bufuckingsy.

Itabashi-sensei:

My supervisor at the Saitama Board of Education.

Itai:

"That hurts!" lit."ouch!"

Italian run-through:

When an actor, in rehearsal, goes through their lines as quickly as possible. Used to assist with line memorization

Itari no ryoori:

Italian food.

Izakaya:

Japanese-style drinking/eating bars designed to accomodate larger groups of drunks.

Janken:

Rock, Paper, Scissors.

JET:

The Japan Exchange Teaching program - how I managed to fanagle my way into this country.

Jet Coaster:

Roller coaster.

Jido hanbaiki:

Vending machine.

Jiko shokai:

A self-introduction - a prepared speech used to introduce yourself to others.

Jitensha:

A bicycle.

Joie de vivre:

"Joy of life." (French)

Jozu:

Skilled, talented, impressive.

Jofuckingzu:

Skilfuckingled, talenfuckingted, imfuckingpressive.

JTE:

JET program jargon for a Japanese Teacher of English.

Judo:

A Japanese martial art involving the throwing of people. Derived from ju jitsu, another Japanese martial art.

Juku:

Lit. "cram school." Private tutoring-style schools most kids go to after regular school, to give them that edge on the all-important, life-determining exams they face at the end of junior and senior high school.

Ju-ni-nichi matsuri:

Some sort of weird festival in Urawa that appears to celebrate December 12th. Literally translates to "The Festival of the 12th."

Kafucho:

Hay fever. But really, pollen allergy, esp. cedar pollen allergy. Which is bad news given that 60% of Japan's forests were clearcut to make way for cedar plantations.

Kai-yobi:

Tuesday. You didn't read the week one entry very closely, did you?

Kame:

Turtle.

Kana:

The Japanese written language, composed of the hiragana, katakana and kanji alphabets.

Kanji:

The Japanese characters that are actually Chinese characters and usually have two or three totally unrelated pronunciations and meanings. Oh, and there are thousands upon thousands of them, too.

Kanpai:

Cheers/Skoal/Here's Mud In Yer Eye.

Kare rice:

As near as I can figure out the Japanese pronounciation for "curry rice," a popular Japanized curry dish.

Kasa:

Umbrella.

Katakana:

The Japanese syllabic alphabet reserved for non-Japanese words.

Katana:

Those cool samurai swords. Also, an iconic "rice rocket" made by Kawasaki.

Kawaii:

Cute.

Keitai:

A cellular telephone. Which you would have ascertained, had you continued reading the sentence.

Kendo:

A Japanese martial art involving wooden swords and the hitting of people with them.

Kenkyujo:

The proper pronounciation of the Japanese word for Research centre. Specifically, the Saitama City BOE research centre.(see also kinkyujo).

Kimpura:

Um, marinated shredded vegetables? Not entirely sure, but I eat it!

Kin Jeh:

Vegetarian. Though I cain't recall if it means "vegetarian food" or "vegetarian person." Ask Thi. She'll know. (Thai).

Kinkyujo:

Research centre. Specifically, the Saitama City BOE research centre.

Kin-yobi:

Come on. If moku-yobi was Thursday and this followed Thursday, what the hell day do you think it is?

Kissaten:

Café/coffee shop.

Koban:

Police box - a little, mini-office where at least one cop is always present. Thousands of thems all over Japanese neighbourhoods, which is sometimes credited as a reason for Japan's low crime rate.

Kocho-sensei:

Principal (lit. "head teacher").

Koguro:

aka "ko-gals." Lit. translating to "high school girls," this refers to a Japanese female youth subculture where teenage girls bleach their hair, tan themselves as dark as possible, wear a lot of white makeup and dress as cute as possible. Think Britany Spears as done by David Lynch and you are getting close to what it's like.

Kokkoi:

Cool.

Konnichiwa:

Hello/Good day.

Konshu:

This week.

Kowe:

Scary (refering to males).

Kowaii:

Scary.

Kuro:

Black.

Kyoto-sensei:

Vice-Principal.

Kyudo:

Japanese archery.

Kyuryobi:

Payday.

Lactards:

The lactose intolerant; usually those whose bodies do not produce the enzyme required to digest the protein lactose, found in milk and diary products.

La Comida Mexicana:

Mexican food (Spanish).

Live House:

A bar where bands play. The tweaked thing is that, unless the band is huuuge, they probably have to rent out the venue, PA & staff and produce the show themselves. Cost? 300,000 - 400,000 yen! Yipes!

Maddog:

To glare at someone in as threatening a manner as possible.

Maka:

The accepted abbreviation of Makadonorado.

Makadonorado:

McDonald's - an American fast-food restaurant chain, popular in Japan. See also Maka.

Mamachari:

A "shopping bike" - a rickety old-style bike with a basket on the front and sometimes the back. The kind you'd expect to see grandmas trucking around on. Which they do. Along with everyone else.

Man:

10,000.

Manga:

A Japanese comic book, which are read by children and adults alike and cover every possible topic and story, including golf, tennis and, of course, pornography.

Mansion:

Hilariously enough, what they call really big multimulti unit apartment buildings!

Matsuri:

Festival.

Megane:

Eyeglasses.

Meishi:

Business card (lit. "name card").

Melonpan:

A melon-flavoured bun. Also, a character on the popular children's television series Ampanman. Whose title character is a flying superhero with a sweet bean-paste-filled bun for a head.

Merde:

"Shit," in French.

Mi Vida Loca:

"My Crazy Life." In this case, a pretty good gang film. Not the Ricky Martin song (Spanish).

Moku-yobi:

Come now, you deduced that this was Thursday all by yourself, didn't you?

Moleto:

Wallet (Spanish). Possibly the only spanish word I remember from that summer class I took four years ago.

Mugly:

Weather so hot and humid ("muggy") that it is downright ugly ("ugly"). Just because I made a word up does not mean that it should not be in everyone's lexicon.

Muzukashii:

Difficult.

Nasi goreng:

Thee scrumptious, rice-based national dish of Indonesia.

Natsukashii:

Kind of when something caused you to reminisce in a happy, sentimental, "ah, the memories!" way.

Ne?:

"Isn't it so?/Don't you think?" Liberally inserted at the end of practically any sentence. Similar to the Canadian "Eh?" Or the Parisian "quoi?" Or the Québecois "la." Etc.

Neko:

Cat.

Nenkyu:

Paid vacation time. Which, in theory and according to your JET contract, you can book off with your supervisor without much problem. In theory.

Nihon-go:

Japanese language.

Nihon-go no sensei:

Japanese language teacher.

Nihon-jin:

A Japanese person.

Nihon ryoori:

Japanese food.

Niku nashi onegai dekimasu ka:

Could you pretty please make that without putting dead animal parts on it?

Ni-nensei:

Second-year students (Canadian translation: 8th grade.

Nissei:

Second-generation Japanese living somewhere other than Japan.

Nomihodai:

A special and popular deal at Japanese bars, where you and your friends may drink all you possibly can in a set period of time, for a set price.

Nova usagi-chan:

The annoying animated rabbit mascot of the largest chain of private English schools in Japan, whose theme song is permanently ingraved on my memory thanks to heavy airplay of their TV commericals. "Ippai kikite, ippai shaberuru NOVANOVA!".

Off-book:

A stage term meaning that an actor has memorized their part and can or will rehearse without having to look at the script.

Ohayo gozaimasu:

Good morning.

Ogenki desu ka?:

How are you? (honorific form).

Oishii:

Delicious.

Ojiisan:

Grandfather. But let's not start singing about his stupid fucking clock, ok?

OLs:

"Office Ladies." Women working low-level secretarial/receptionist/clerk positions in Japanese offices, until they get married and stop all this silly nonsense about having a career. Which means pretty much any woman working in an office in Japan, since, of course, only men should be promoted or hold positions of importance or responsibility.

Omiyage:

Little individually-wrapped snacks you bring back from a trip to anywhere for all your co-workers. A major Japanese tradition.

Onigirii:

Popular J-snack of a triangle of rice wrapped in seaweed, usually with a fishy or seaweedy centre.

Onsen:

Hot spring. J-folk loooove love love to visit the innumerable hot springs dotted around Japan on their vacations.

Onis:

Demons.

Otaku:

Nerds. But especially obsessive-compulsive collecting nerds.

Pachinko:

This wildly-popular but weird gambling game involving a sort of vertically-mounted pinball machine, hundreds of steel balls, prizes and a lot of noise and flashiness.

Pit justice:

A straight-edge slang term for physically attacking someone in the dance area of a punk rock concert.

Player:

One who maintains a high level of romantic popularity and multiple romantic relationships.

Poutine:

French I mean Freedom Fries smothered in a special gravy and then covered with melting cheese curds. Québec's national dish, right above chien chaud steamée.

Purikura:

Special arcades specializing in those cute photo sticker booths where you take pictures with your friends and then customize them like mad.

Quelle Surprise:

"What a surprise!" (French).

Queue:

A line of people. (British).

Queuing:

Lining up (British).

Restos:

A Montréal abbreviation for "restaurants" (probably French).

Reverse:

Puke (verb).

Roku-nensei:

6th graders.

Romanji:

What they call the Roman (read: English-language) alphabet o'er here.

Ryokan:

A traditional-style Japanese inn.

SaiSta:

Slang for former World Cup venue Saitama Stadium.

Saisho RU! Janken PON!:

What J-people say instead of "1,2, 3!" when playing Janken. (see Janken).

Saitama BOE:

The Saitama City Board of Education.

Saitama-ken:

The prefecture of Saitama. A prefecture is like a province or state. 47 of 'em in Japan!

Salary(wo)man:

Business(wo)man. But pretty much always men. Women who work in offices are OLs.

San-nensei:

Third-year students (Canadian translation: 9th grade.

Seiri-tsuu:

Menstrual cramps.

Sempai:

The more senior, and therefore, superior person in a given work/school situation.

Sensei:

The honorific term for teacher.

Senta Gyaru:

Katakaniz'd English for "Centre Girl," which refers to a mostly-female subculture of high school girls who hang around Shibuya's Centre Street dresses in animal costumes with their hair dyed as unnaturally fluorescent as possible, with fake jewels glued on their faces. See also koguro.

Senta Guy:

The male version of a senta gyaru.

Seppuku:

Japanese ritual suicide.

Servo:

Brain (French).

Shag:

Fuck (British slang).

Shanked:

To be stabbed with a homemade or improvised knife.

Shibuya:

A popular district in central Tokyo for shopping, food, or dates. I like to pronounce it "shi- BOO-YA!" but somehow I don't think that's very original of me. Satisfying, though!

Shinjuku:

A popular district in central Tokyo, known for its nightlife.

Shinkansen:

Tha bullet train! Pow! Zip!

Shippu:

Stinky ointment-laced gauze. Did you not read the sentence or something?

Shizzy:

Slang term for shiznit, which is, in itself, a slang term.

Shiznit:

The stuff, the deal, etc.

Shogakko:

Elementary school.

Shogakkusei:

Elementary school students. I mean, in only follows, right?

Shogunai:

"It can't be helped." The J-way of saying, "sorry, you're fucked!"

Shogunakatta:

Past tense of shogunai.

Shojin ryoori:

Lit. "temple food." Special Japanese vegetarian you'll find at Buddhist temples, emphasizing elements of Buddhism in food form.

Shoppingu:

Shopping.

Shoppu:

Shop. See, it's not so hard, hey?

Shouganai:

It can't be helped/there's nothing to be done about the situation.

SIKE!:

1980's slang for "I tricked you!", yelled at the tricked in a mocking tone.

Skint:

British slang for flat-ass broke.

Slowplayed:

To have played a strong hand weakly, by checking instead of betting or by calling instead of raising. Usually done to win extra bets by keeping more players around for future rounds of betting. Thank you U of A type Jonathan Schaeffer for the definition!

Somen:

A type of Japanese noodle, usually served in a tasty soup.

Souji:

Cleaning/cleaning time.

-Sugoi:

Great.

Sui-yobi:

Wednesday. You should be getting the hang of the yobis now, right?

Sumimasen:

Excuse me/pardon me/sorry 'bout that. One of the handiest and most oft-used expressions in The Japan. Learn it, live it, love it.

Sumo:

You know, those really big fat Japanese guys that wrestle each other? Like in that Weezer video!

Support:

What English people call the opening act.

Tabernac:

The short version of tabernacle, which is essentially the French equivalent of "fuck."

Tacoyaki:

A super-popular Japanese streetfood, consisting of chopped octopus cooked in little balls of batter, served with tons of mayo and dried fish flakes. Taco=octopus, which can be a bit of a surprise if you are trying to order la comida Mexicana.

Taiko:

Japanese drums/drumming.

Taikukan:

Gym.

Takyuubin:

Delivery/courier company.

Tarento:

"Talent" - minor celebrities and personalities that populate the game/talk shows that comprise 90% of Japanese television.

Tatami:

Rice-straw mats that serve as flooring in traditional Japanese rooms. Most houses have at least one tatami room and rooms in Japan are measured according to how many tatami mats they fit or would fit.

Terebi:

Television.

Terebi dorama

TV drama.

'The Bash:

Our nickname for Itabashi-sensei.

The filth:

English slang for police.

The Old Bill:

Slightly-more polite English slang for police.

The River:

The last card dealt in a hand of poker. What Mile End Poker Society members would term "fifth street."

Tomodachi:

Friend.

Tori:

Chicken.

Totemo:

Very. See also cho.

Toyu:

Kerosene.

Tweaker:

Amerian west coast slang for person addicted to methamphetamine, aka speed.

Udon:

A broad noodle.

Unko:

Shit.

Urusai:

Shut up (lit. "[too] noisy/loud!").

Usagi:

Rabbit.

Utage:

I honestly have no fucking idea what "utage" means. Can anyone help me out here? Good fucking alcohol, though. Real tasty, that there utagehol.

Vick:

Victimize.

Vignette:

A short scene (French).

Wa, The:

Harmony. Balance.

Wakarimasen:

"I don't understand." See also wakarinai.

Wakarimashita:

To understand, past tense, formal.

Wakarinai:

The less polite, informal version of "I don't understand." See also wakarimasen.

Wakaru:

The unconjugated form of "to understand."

Wakatta:

The shortened, informal, past tense form of "to understand."

White Day:

A special, Japanese-only holiday invented so that Japanese men could buy Japanese women white gifts and/or chocolate, partially to reciprocate them for having received gifts and/or chocolate on Valentine's Day. Which, in Japan, is when only men receive gifts from women, never vice versa.

WTF:

What The Fuck.

Yakisoba:

Fried noodles, usually with pork or beef and some other stuff.

Yakitori:

Grilled pieces of chicken on a skewer.

Yak:

See yakuza.

Yakuza:

Every country has their own version of the mafia. The Yakuza are Japan's.

Yamasigawa-sensei:

My supervisor's assistant at the Saitama Board of Education.

Yorushiko onegaishimasu:

Sort of a catch-all polite phrase to use when asking someone to do something for you.

Yubinkyoku:

Post office.

Yukatta:

Traditional Japanese summer garment, similiar to a kimono but made of lighter cotton instead of silk. Still just as difficult to put on, though. Or so I'm told.

Yuki:

Snow.

Yuki Matsuri:

Thee Hokkaido Snow Festival. One of the biggest and most famous festivals in Japan. Kind of like the Québec Winter Carnival, but with more snow sculptures and less Bon Homme.

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