#the white stripes of the material hanging casually from his legs??????

[seostudios]

on your knees doll: jungwoo

"C’mon on your knees doll, we just started."

masterlist

pairing: kim jungwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, attempted crack

word count: 2k

warnings: unprotected sex (always wear a condom!), thigh riding, oral (giving), hair pulling, pet names, creampie, swearing, explicit language

taglist: @tastyykpop @aestheticfarquad @bakugou-is-my-bae @sancheezz-it @bbyggukies @beinglovedbyme @asahivillage @chqyoung @labelleetoilex3 @subtaetae @laziilia @mayaczennie @seowoos @tzuqui @jenotation @sharamanne @ncexst @commentgirl @luvyeo @nanassungie @runningonkpop @straysrachaa @miniaturealienllamahumanoid @lovehendery @chicksung​ @sqturnstqrs​ @neobluemings​ @hyenekuroo @kpoporacle​

a/n:  yall....this wasn’t as filthy as i intended but i hope u guys get off to this :3

It was Thursday evening and you had just arrived back home to your shared apartment with your boyfriend, Jungwoo. He had the week off due to a leak at his workplace, his boss decided to give his entire institute a week off rather than resort to online work since it was too much work to do in such little time. Nevertheless, Jungwoo wanted to be ahead of his work catching up on some filing and organizing his drawers in your in-home office, it wasn't necessary since Jungwoo was one of the most outstanding employees at his 9-5 job. You decided to let him do whatever pleased him since you still had work and everyday tasks outside of work since you were quite a social person within your tiny group of friends.

Hanging your purse on the coat rack and taking off your heels, sliding them beside the coat rack. You wore a knee-length black pencil skirt which hugged your body just perfectly always topping it with a button-up white dress shirt and your hair in a slick low bun, managing to look irresistible in normal work attire, although you were nice eye candy for your M.I.A boyfriend- you were suffering in these clothes quickly moving into your shared bedroom to change into pajamas after a short shower.

Finally making your way back out of the bedroom you rock a matching pair of satin pajamas which Jungwoo picked out for you, and you remember exactly why, they were sexy and comfortable not to mention easy access to some not so kid-friendly areas. Your hair was in a high messy bun, small strands you purposely pulled to the front to get the cute messy bun look and succeeding, moving into the kitchen you grab the kettle to pour some hot water in to make yourself and Jungwoo some tea.

ding

Looking across the kitchen counter to your device you see a message from Jungwoo 'Are you home darling?' smiling at his concern you message him back 'Been home babe. I'm making us tea, why don't you come out of your cave you hermit.' clicking send you almost immediately hear the doorknob to his office turn and a disheveled boy walking out. His hair was pointing out in multiple directions not to mention his awfully adorable tired face walking towards you who was just finishing up making the tea. He comes towards you not muttering even a word before pulling you into his embrace, pulling away his shoulders sag and he groans, "I'm so busy god I hate work." He says sighing in defeat, "I'm supposed to be saying that, you have the week off sir." You tell him poking his chest emphasizing the 'you'.

"So? I'm behind on a couple of projects and Taeil's gonna kick my ass if he doesn't see those by the end of the month." Sipping your tea you listen to his little ranting session which kind of made no sense. 'by the end of the month' It's September 3rd how big is this project? "Is it a big project?" You ask confused tilting your head, he shakes his head no continuing "It's just an event Johnny and I need to make flyers for," You chuckle at him complaining over such little things. "Alright go work you big baby," You tell Jungwoo turning him around with his teacup pushing him lightly towards his office.

Reading the time on your phone screen you quietly gasp, it was 11:56 and he still wasn't in bed. He needs sleep and you are an Interior Designer so helping him with his little flyers isn't gonna be too much of a task.

You pull the thick bed sheets over your body and waddle out the bedroom door to Jungwoo's office door, will he get mad at me? you thought hesitating to turn the doorknob. Ignoring your thoughts you twist it walking into the boy whose eyes were typing away at the computer in front of him.  

With the door creek breaking the silence in the dimly lit room Jungwoo looks up to your tiny figure at the frame. Already knowing your concern, he begins, "I know, I know I should be in bed." You walk around his desk, Jungwoo's eyes glued to your canvas, more so your little getup for the night, moving his hands from the keyboard he places them behind his head still watching as you slid yourself onto his lap, straddling onto the boy. Your legs trapping him on either side of his thighs, hands creeping their way to the base of his neck. "Come to bed." are the first words you breath after entering and the only words you breath before digging yourself into the crook of his neck yawning tiredly. He gives into your tight grasp holding you back for a moment before he continued typing away. 

You open your eyes, feeling a little groggy from the power nap you just invested in on Jungwoo's lap. Your eyelids are heavy, thoughts are hazy but you still hear that god damn typing, it was probably 2 in the morning knowing Jungwoo had the tendency to overwork himself not realizing the time. Lifting your head up from his neck you stretch, arching your back, arms casually going up. You caress Jungwoo's chest lightly before placing them on his nape, "You still up," you pout watching his gaze on you soften, though he finds your adorable he's focused on finishing his work "I'm busy." He told you hands reaching to casually graze your inner thigh, such simple actions woke you up in a whole new way. "Please," you beg, bouncing slightly on his lap like the brat you were, quietly hissing at your movements he moves his hands which were massaging your inner thighs to your hips gripping them securely making sure you don't pull another trick like that, his eyes were different now. Soft dark chocolate orbs staring into you, "Y/n," he began, "I'm. Busy." Strictly telling you - possibly warning you - not to play any games.

You quit knowing not to get him mad but the feeling in the pit of your core still aches to get him all riled up. Imagining him bending you over on this office table, ramming his cock into your tight hole, going up to pull your messy bun which would just be falling apart, telling you what a dirty slut you were to be pulling this on him. The thoughts clouded over you a new sinister smirk dancing along your lips. Head going back to his neck; him assuming you were going to get more sleep, relaxes his grip on you just to tighten it back when he feels your wet lips placing open-mouthed, sloppy kissing on his neck. Hearing Jungwoo's soft grunts and feeling his hands going to roughly grab your ass.

"Get up."

Here you were standing between Jungwoo's legs waiting for his next words. "I want you," he paused to look over behind you, to his laptop making sure to close it and slide it to the side. He sits back down on his seat, pushing it back, spreading his legs, "I want you to beg," looking down at his erect member just begging to be released from his bottoms. "Beg like the slut you are, beg for my cock and maybe you can get a taste." You walk over and straddle your self on top of his thigh, the thin satin material of your bottoms doing a poor job of covering you up exposing your core to him slightly from your leg hole. Hands reaching up and under his thin t-shirt you caress his toned stomach, "I need your cock, please. I'm so wet all from you and for you," You grind on his thighs causing you to moan at the contact of your clothed clit on his thigh, Jungwoo watches intently. His hands make their way to the waistband of your shorts tugging them signalling you to take them off. You quickly shift off him and slide them down to your ankles sliding them somewhere away from you two, "No panties?"He questions looking at you, staring into his dark eyes, "I want to ride you thigh Jungwoo," you request. Patting his clothed thigh, he watches you straddle, grabbing your hips he forces your movements, already at a fast pace. "Jung-Fuck," You quietly moan using his broad shoulders to keep balance. His grip loosened as you continued the same pace while his thumb went to stimulate your clit, abusing it. Soon enough you reached your high having him help you ride through it, now panting you still sit on his thigh, "C’mon on your knees doll, we just started." He commanded, watching your eyes widen shining slightly."What?"he says hand snaking its way around your throat, "Weren't you just begging for my cock like a whore? Get on your knees and show me you deserve it."He was so fucking hot. His hand made its was way from your throat to the crumbling messy bun gripping your hair pushing you off his thigh to on your knees in front of him. His fingers traced the wet spot on his thigh, "So messy," he told you kissing his teeth before lifting off his seat a little to remove his bottoms which caused his (big) length to pop out onto his stomach, hard and oozing of precum. Begging to be sucked.

Taking his cock into your hands, you rub your thumb over his red tip spreading his pre-cum all over, before latching your mouth onto it sucking it teasingly. "Use that pretty mouth properly before I make you," Jungwoo threatened. Sinking your mouth onto his member you bring a hand to fondle with his balls, receiving a growl from the boy who's was staring into your eyes, not breaking the eye contact you held while you sucked him dry. Removing your mouth, you rub his length, spitting on it you kiss his inner thigh a couple of times then lick a stripe up his cock before taking it in once again. "I'm gonna- Fuck I'm gonna fucking cum," He tells you twitching in your mouth as if you weren't aware. He pulls your head up turns you around, "I'm not gonna cum in your mouth," he tells you. "I'm gonna cum in that pretty little hole," Pulling the hem of your shirt he watches you strip of your only remaining clothing before bending you over on the desk. His hand made its way to slip his tee off, throwing it god knows where. Grazing his hand up your arched back going to grip your ass, "Always bothering me when I work cause' your such a cockslut."Roughly slipping into your hole you moan aloud"Yes! I'm your cockslut Jung-" His hand moves to grip your hair pulling your head up making you whine not being able to finish your sentence, thrusting in and out you hear him mutter multiple curse words and the skin slapping bringing you closer to your high.

"I'm cumming! Jungwoo! Argh- Shit!"You moan which makes Jungwoo bend over and bring his hand over to your clit, abusing it bringing you, even more, closer than you were to your orgasm."Me too," he breaths biting your earlobe, listening to your whines as you came. 

You feel Jungwoo twitch in you a couple times before he coated your walls with  his juices, pulling out for a moment watching his liquid drip from your pussy, down your thighs. You get up to move but he pushes you back down, “If you think cumming twice is it for you tonight, you’re in for it tonight doll.” He tells you gripping the nape of your neck.

By, the time Jungwoo was finished using you as a cum dump the sun was already starting to rise. "We took our sweet time didn't we?" You said redoing your messy bun and changing into a pair of shorts and Jungwoo's t-shirt, "We really did," he laughed but paused to think in between before popping a question, "Don't you have work?" He asked looking at you with evident concern. You nod but let him know you could just not go in today and the two of you could spend some quality time together, "Yes I'd love that." He told you hugging you tightly "Now let's go to bed, you big baby." He whines at the nickname but follows behind you to bed.

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[havingonlydreams]

i am never going to use this tumblr for posts again

alright so since i finally got out of testing today and i learned how to scroll frame by frame through youtube videos, i am going to reward myself by doing an unnecessarily thorough breakdown of the quanzhigaoshou live action trailer imagery(watch cn fanbase beat me by a country mile)

nighttime cityscape/highway scene fades out

team happy walks into one side of an arena, wearing competition uniform (i will explain this later)

we switch to team excellent era, coming in through the opposite side of the same arena, also in competition uniform. their side of the arena is lit in red, not blue. are they playing at the same time? is this happy vs ee? :shrug:

also, why tf is a backpack part of all these uniforms? how much stuff do esport players need to carry anyway? did a backpack company sponsor the production??

panning shot of signs, looks like they’re for huang shaotian or blue rain

that’s cruel, br-fen. why does captain get no love :cry:

shot continues moving, now the signs are for han wenqing

based on lighting, i don’t think they’re the same shot

fade out to scene of arena packed with fans and players

if I’m getting these signs right, looks like it’s (right to left, moving with the camera):

team void, tiny herb, tyranny, blue rain, excellent era

so, all stars

honestly, the scale’s kinda small. thumbs down to location scouting – the weird lighting polyhedrons confirm that it’s the same arena as the one from the happy/ee shots in the beginning, so expect ~location weirdness/ambiguity~

unnecessarily synchronized card insertion

based on the card logo, i wanna say tiny herb?

ee responds in kind!

tyranny puts headphones on in unison. the headphones are white. also, i think this is their casual uniform. based on the giant maple leaf in the background, i would say that this is an away game with ee, but the worn metal and circle room in the background look more like tyranny’s supervillain clubhouse

now ee is playing. this shot looks like ee turf – they’ve got white-backed seats, and that weird angular lighting motif. also they’re wearing black and blue headphones because ~product placement~

i say turf, not arena, because there don’t appear to be any actual player booths in these two shots, the set design looks like what we’ve seen for the clubhouse pics (this is because the production couldn’t afford to film all of the games in actual arenas, isn’t it)

also, ee is wearing competition uniforms.

now tiny herb is playing on what looks like the same set, but with the background lit in red, not blue. maybe they’re playing against ee? also from this angle I can clearly see that they are *headsets*, not headphones, which means that vc is not banned by this version’s alliance. some dude in blue is hanging out in the background, probably an official of some sort. I am not sure whether this is their casual/competitive uniform

a guy in ee uniform sweeps his hands across a keyboard with unnecessarily colorful backlighting

~product placement~

ye xiu (yang yang) stands in front of ‘glory pro league’ hologram thing with his back turned, wearing the happy casual uniform

mouse shots! keyboard shots!

face shot! (of ye xiu, wearing casual uniform (puma!) and headset (white))

group shot of happy walking down arena hallway, wearing competition uniform. this is where I explain this bit. so as far as I can tell, every team has (2) uniforms: a casual uniform, which looks like a tracksuit and those enormous thick sweatpants had an ugly, ugly, baby, and a competition uniform, which looks dorky as hell. all of the female characters manage to elevate the terrible costuming by being beautiful, but are dragged down by the fact that apparently the alliance uniform for women mandates a miniskirt, because apparently no one has gotten cold legs in an arena, ever. (to be fair to the costume department, its not that they did a terrible job, its that their job was to replicate esport uniforms, which are a hot mess)

the main difference between happy’s casual and competitive uniform, btw, is that the casual one has a high collar and the puma branding, and the competitive has this funky sweater? not-collar thing

idk fashion words

also, ye xiu is wearing a mask because Reasons

(the reason is that judging by chen guo, this is from the challenger league arc, and the producer/director/writer/whoever decided to move around certain things)

boom! ee vs happy in the big arena, baby~~~

one dude from each team is standing under the spotlights, probably sx and yx by process of elimination

presumably!yx is NOT wearing a mask. maybe it gave him acne

pan across team happy getting ready to play in their booth? idk where this is

i see at least three types of headsets in this shot, and wei chen, who is not wearing his. maybe he got knocked out early?

now it’s the weird circle room that was in that early shot with tyranny! advertising on the ceiling lights, nice

I … have no idea what’s going on here. giant ee leaf on the sides, bunch of logos I can’t make out in the back, there are just *way* more people in here than any match would call for

like I think the dudes in the middle are wearing ee casual uniforms, but everyone else seems to be wearing black tracksuits? i don’t even know

ye xiu, geared up in full hobo gear (long coat&hoodie), storms out of the ee club set that was previewed in earlier set pics.

keyboard and mouse action!

ye xiu playing in the ‘storage room’ on a gaming laptop. also, he’s changed into a *different* hoodie

I have no clue what brand the laptop is; it’s the same as some of the monitors in a couple of earlier shots, might be Chinese?

yu wenzhou cameo

ye xiu hobowalking sadly in the snow (ngl, the hoodie make me laugh a little)

excellent era (w/su mucheng) walking into some stadium wearing casual uniforms. they are piss ugly

(the uniforms, that is. also ee minus mucheng, but who’s counting?)

happy coming from the opposite direction, also in casuals

and they pass each other! dramatically!

probably!yx taking a glory badge out of a box. can’t make out the details, but it says ‘1’ at the bottom, so these are probably the drama replacement for championship rings

tang rou focus shot! also, if that’s her line in the vo, I am *very* pleased

“turn all of the ‘can’t be done’s into ‘can do’”

yu wenzhou shot in casual uniform

ye xiu on The Motorcyle (pfft)

chen guo prepping for a celebration at Happy! she is Very Excited about that champagne tower. not sure who the two messing around with balloons in the bg are

tang rou in a cab looking upwards –

-to su mucheng, walking inside a stadium while wearing ee competition uniform

huang shaotian smiling at yu wenzhou while the rest of br preps. also, the blue rain competition uniform is an Abomination, which you will not appreciate until seen face on

ye xiu, whispering ominously ‘this is the last match’ as happy leans in around him

wei chen and… steamed bun? who is making a weird face, thumbs up

‘good luck’ whispers wang jiexi

and steamed bun *grabs* the challenger’s league cup, lifting it to wild cheers

chen guo and the crowd are ecstatic

partayyyyyyy

‘I will NOT give up’ says han wenqing, man who nobody, ever, has thought would give up

han wenqing and huang shaotian fistbump as tyranny and blue rain walk down a hallway, both dressed in their competition uniforms. zhang xinjie is confused. yu wenzhou is smilingly tolerant of the fact that hst is fistbumping right across his chest (huang shao is going to DIE, later)

okay so,

uniforms

tyranny’s looks fine! maybe the best competition uniform in the alliance (the bar is not high)

they’ve got a pretty normal chevron pattern across the front, some stripes. about the only problems are that the pants are a *little* too tight, and that some tyranny members are absolute maniacs who zip their jackets up all the way so it looks like they’re wearing the worlds weirdest collared shirt

blue rain …

so the closure is not that bad! pretty unconventional, an asymmetric zip with two fasteners across the top and some kinda … shawl collar? idk. I actually like it

but the pattern … i feel like someone said to the costume department, ‘you know, all of these uniforms have too many straight lines in their designs. we should add some curved lines. give the curves to blue rain! they’ve got no girls, so it’s the only way they’ll get any!’ and then they doubled down by adding raised piping for emphasis

that, and the way that uniform material looks like some kinda spandex-velour mix … it reminds me of the star trek:the next generation uniform! also, the casual uniform does the same curved line thing except in the opposite direction, and as a cutout, so its even worse

chen guo cheering in crowd

maybe a projection screen? tyranny and ee logos up on the wall

and happy logo SLAMS shut

ye xiu with his hoodie looking sad and pathetic in the snow up at happy

happy in competition uniforms coming downstairs (chen guo, so challenger’s league)

also damn, happy internet café is *swanky*

I mean, my eyes would hurt from the glare after a while, but it’d be pretty

EXCELLENT ERA

trophies. looks like seasons 1,2,3 going down to the left

sun xiang at the whiteboard lecturing ee. he is the only one not wearing the casual uniform. where is your piss ugly uniform, xiang xiang? this is a team endeavor, you’re not allowed to not wear it. it builds morale

BLUE RAIN

yu wenzou smiles

huang shaotian … fake guitars? with … something that’s been bundled up

TINY HERB

i guess this is why they redesigned the logo, so it would match the aesthetic and could be slammed shut like this, but i still don’t like it

honestly, tiny herb training room aesthetic is incredibly beautiful and soothing

but still way too much white, what the hell ppl, don’t you know about eyestrain?

‘today we’re training how to put our headsets on, synchonizedly’ sponsored by hp

also apparently that *was* the tiny herb competition uniform earlier, since this is the casual one. hmm. a bit too olive drab. tyranny’s still winning

signature wang jiexi EYES shot

TYRANNY

tyranny training room looks a lot less like a supervillain lair when brightly lit! go figure

now it looks like an overexposed supervillain lair *set*. progress!

captain han is ANGRY

hands clasp in front of happy members in the bg. tang rou is def not paying attention

is ye xiu wearing a mask AND a hat??? dude, chill

happy walking into crowd of fans&paps … somewhere. why is steamed bun kneeling next to the door? :it is a mystery:

group cheer! no ladies

group … orange juice! with su mucheng! damn, qiao yifan’s tall.

confetti in the stadium, and reporters charge forward

judging by teams and signs, this is all stars, so reaction to ye xiu’s dragon raising its head?

‘beautiful!’ ejaculated ye xiu

key and mouse action ~~

and the crowdteam happy goes wild!

team fist pump! someone has put their phone on their chair. I hope they don’t sit on it

ye xiu putting on headset in happy internet café. cant tell if this is hobo!hoodie or hoodie no.3

ye xiu :eyes:

key press. wtf program starts up with ‘s’

cgi is cgi

everything looks super gloomy and overcast ~ i hope they do more varied environments

and we see lord grim! they’ve gone for a really…tarnished metal? look for the MMU

like, I would not mistake it for an umbrella.

yang yang face

THE KINGS AVATAR

  Okay, so if you were looking for anything of actual substance in this, looks like they’re doing ch.1 - 1052 at least, probably 1-1060, so the end of the challenger league arc.

#tka #qzgs #quan zhi gao shou #tka live action

[captainkappa]

Fanfic- Scarves and Snowstorms

This started as a warm-up but I loved it too much.I also love holiday fics and I can finally do one!

Modern Royalty AU. Drabble/Ficlet. Astralock. AO3 Link

Enjoy the gay, lads!

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The snow had arrived unexpectedly, sneaking up silently behind people out and about doing last minute shopping for the holidays. The hustle and bustle of parents and significant others frantically scanning shelves for the perfect gift, dipping in and out of every store out of frustration, gave an air of chaos in the mall.

For Astra, today was the best day to walk around without being noticed. No one would notice the country’s youngest queen casually walking down the aisles, enjoying her limited freedom as everyone was focused on their own mission. She turned into a clothing store, taking no notice of the bodyguard following her every move.

She leaned down to examine a blue and white plaid scarf, rubbing the material between her fingers. The shop wasn’t a designer shop, but the scarf was still pleasantly rough between her fingers, rough and woolen and warm. As she stood up straight, her bodyguard leaned close.

“Your Majesty,” Harlock whispered, “The roads are growing worse, we should leave soon.”

“Yes, yes, let me buy this first,” she said, picking up the scarf and joining the line as it wrapped around the outside of the pathway, passing the kid’s section. Harlock fell into line with her.

“We’re going to be here for hours,” Harlock said.

“Then tell the driver to drive off while he can still drive safely. Home is not that far.”

She could feel Harlock’s eyes bore into the back of her head. “Your Majesty-”

Astra turned her head as other’s in line started to turn theirs. “Harlock, we’re in public.”

Harlock frowned. “Fine, Astra, that’s really not advisable.”

Astra placed a hand on Harlock’s forearm. “I have all my faith in you. And I’m not having someone risk his life to drive me back.”

Harlock sighed, admitting defeat. “Let me make a call.”

Astra watched as Harlock stepped out of line, walking behind a display of Christmas dresses to put a finger up to her ear. When she got back, the line had made it past the corner and they could now see the cash register.

“I don’t even know why you’re buying that. You’re already wearing a scarf.”

Astra self-consciously adjusted the aqua and black striped scarf that was loosely hanging around her neck. “Maybe it’s an impulse purchase.”

Harlock sighed.

After another twenty minutes of waiting, they made it up to the registers with little incident. By the time they got up there, Astra was leaning on Harlock, legs grown tired of standing. As she mapped out the route from the mall to the palace she began to dread having the driver leave early, but this was worth it, and having the car spin out of control because it slipped on the snow was not worth it.

When they reacted the register, the cashier didn’t even blink at the sleek black credit card. She rung up the scarf, as well as the pack of gum Harlock slapped down last minute, staring down Astra as she did so. The cashier put both in a bag and handed it to Astra with a hollow “Happy holidays!”

They exited the mall and were immediately were hit by the snow. It had grown more intense since Harlock last checked, snow falling steadily. A fine layer already accumulating on the sidewalk and starting on the parking lot.

Harlock pulled her trench coat closer to herself, muttering to herself.

“Come on, Your Majesty, I already can’t feel my legs.”

“Wait.”

Harlock stopped on a dime, turning to face Astra. “What?”

Astra pulled the scarf out of the bag. She looped it around Harlock’s neck, who stood still the entire time, just looking at her.

“You’re going to need this.”

Harlock looked down at the scarf. “Have you been planning this the entire time?”

Astra shrugged. “You lost your last scarf in the assassination attempt, and I only had time to go out and buy it today.” She looked up, “The snow does make the whole thing more picturesque, though.”

Harlock glanced up at the snow falling as well. The sky was gray with storm clouds.

She looked bac to Astra, with snowflakes melting on her glasses and eyebrows. “I suppose. Is that all the surprises you have in store?”

“One more.”

Astra pulled Harlock close by the scarf, snowflakes falling off. When they were close enough, she kissed her. Their lips were cold and chapped, but when Harlock brought her hand on the back of Astra’s head and deepened the kiss, Astra felt her whole-body fill with warmth.

They parted, their breaths coming out in puffs, making Harlock’s glasses steam.

“Okay, I don’t mind that we went to the mall now,” Harlock whispered.

Astra smiled. “But now we should get out of the snow.”

“Yes, yes we should. Your Majesty.”

They walked out into the snowstorm, hand in hand.

#thrilling intent #astralock #astra #harlock #astra/harlock #kappa writes #my fanfic

[kaijoskopycat]

Another addition to Model!Yuri and Photographer!Otabek cause I can’t let go sometimes. Plus... Viktor had to make an appearance before I completely ended it anyway.  AO3 || Previous

“I'm surprised you agreed to this,” Otabek says as they stand in the elevator. His arm is draped casually around Yuri’s waist as Yuri fiddles with the hem of his loose, tiger printed sweater. 

“Have you seen this line of clothing?” Yuri counters. He scowls at their reflection in the elevator doors. “If it wasn't so fucking amazing I would've said no. You really think I want to work with him that badly? He’s gonna drive me batshit crazy.” Otabek chuckles. “You're admitting someone else has a decent line of clothing?” Yuri punches him in the side as the elevator bell rings. The doors rumble open and Otabek’s arm falls away, hoisting his camera bag up his shoulder. Yuri barely has the chance to take half a step out of the elevator when he’s knocked off his feet, tackled by a tall, silver haired man. Yuri’s string of curses is drowned out by the shout of, “Yuratchka!” Otabek can't help but smile. “Get the fuck off me, old man.” Yuri struggles underneath Viktor’s weight. Viktor pulls back, beaming. “You agreed to a shoot with me! Yuratchka, I knew you always wanted to work with me.” Yuri successfully shoves Viktor away and scrambles to his feet. He scowls down at Viktor, straightening his sweater. “I'm not doing this for you, idiot. I'm doing it for the clothing line.” 

Viktor pushes himself to his feet and smiles. “I’m glad you enjoy Chris’s clothing as much as I do.” 

“Tch,” Yuri scoffs and stomps past Viktor. Otabek follows, fighting back a smile. Yuri always gets a little grumpy before a photo shoot involving another designer’s clothing. “I don't enjoy it. Just this line.” “Yuri, you wound me!” Yuri groans and rolls his eyes at Otabek as Christophe enters the room. He stands beside Viktor, draping an arm over his shoulders. Otabek knows about their mutual agreement to work solely with one another as he and Yuri do. But seeing them together makes him respect that agreement even more. He appreciates the familiarity that exists between them. It makes him feel more comfortable. “You certainly seemed to enjoy the last photo shoot you did for my clothing line,” Christophe smirks, his eyes flickering between Yuri and Otabek. Otabek’s eyes widen minutely. He glances at Yuri, watches the color rise to his face before he raises a single finger toward Christophe and Viktor. Viktor pretends to look scandalized and Christophe laughs. “Consider yourself lucky I decided to work with you again.” Yuri enters his dressing room and slams the door behind him. Otabek sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. He turns toward Christophe and Viktor. They're grinning at one another like they have a secret worth sharing. Otabek doesn't know if he wants to know it. “Christophe.” Both pairs of piercing eyes turn toward him at once. It's unnerving. In their industry, both Christophe and Viktor are powerful men. That fact doesn't escape Otabek as he gestures down the hallway. “Should I set up?” “Yes, of course!” Christophe breaks away from Viktor and makes his way to the hallway opening. “Second door on the right. The set should already be set up. Feel free to the adjust the lighting as you see fit. I trust your judgment.” “Mm…” Otabek nods in understanding and heads down the hall. He’s about to open the door when Christophe calls after him. “And Otabek?” Otabek glances up, hand on the door handle. “I think you’ll enjoy the outfit I’ve picked out for Yuri. It suits him quite well.” He winks and disappears around the corner. Otabek shakes his head and makes his way into the photo studio. If this outfit is anything like the last Otabek knows he’ll like it. Maybe a little too much. 

Christophe is right. Otabek does enjoy the outfit Yuri will be modeling. Flames lick up each side of Yuri’s upper body, embroidered with a shimmery material that makes them look real when they catch the light. They stretch across Yuri’s chest, across his abdomen, almost touching in the center where a stripe of mesh connects the shirt. Otabek can see Yuri’s stomach clench through the mesh and he has to remind himself to look at the whole outfit, at all of Yuri. Not to fixate. The pants are jeans, though not simple ones. Christophe redefines the casual jeans and a t-shirt. The dark wash jeans hang low on Yuri’s hips, darkened with stains that look like streaks of ash. Holes riddle Yuri’s legs, some exposing his pale skin, some with flames peering through the tattered, burned material. “Beka.” Yuri’s voice, low and teasing, breaks him from his distracted stare. “I told you this line was fucking awesome.” Otabek’s lips twitch. “Awesome is one word for it.” Yuri crosses the space between them. He runs his fingers up Otabek’s arm, stopping at his shoulders. He squeezes and leans in to breathe the word, “Hot,” against Otabek's ear. Otabek shivers and watches him saunter toward the vanity where the makeup artist is decidedly absent. He fiddles with his camera, adjusts the lights once more (he’s done it three times already, but Yuri’s costume has given him other ideas for the shoot) and does everything he can to focus on the photo shoot and not how badly he wants to rip that shirt off Yuri’s body and make him hot in other ways. Distraction, Otabek thinks with a frown. Only Yuri could muddle his brain like this. He turns away from where Yuri sits, intent on cleaning his lenses when Viktor walks in. Viktor is equally as captivating. Otabek now understands the appeal, why he's so sought after in the modeling community. Viktor is statuesque. Tall, broad shoulders, slender waist, perfectly shaped, pouty lips, eyes a color nearly as stunning as Yuri’s. Ice blue. His eye color is perfect for the clothing theme. Silver boots travel up from the ground, clutching at the top of Viktor’s thighs. His legs look impossibly long in those boots. The dark blue pants look as though they’ve been painted on. Otabek swears they must be to fit in boots as tight as those. Viktor’s shirt is completely sheer, white. Crystals are intricately woven through the fabric and every time they catch the light it looks as though an icicle forms on Viktor’s skin. Otabek wants to say something, but he doesn't know what would be appropriate to say. You both look amazing sounds too obvious and it doesn't begin to do this line of clothing justice. It’s almost as though Christophe designed this line specifically with these two in mind. He waves at Viktor, about to comment on the way the shirt draws the eye, when a voice he never expected to hear at a photo shoot comes from down the hall. “Viktor! Honestly, you forgot the armlets. Yuri too! I know they're not the most comfortable, but they really…” Yuuri Katsuki comes stomping through the doorway, slowing his gait when his eyes land on Otabek’s shocked face. “Really make the outfit…” He finishes with a sheepish grin. “Katsuki,” Otabek says as Yuri shouts, “What the fuck is Pork Cutlet doing here?” Otabek shoots him a glance over his shoulder to which Yuri offers his tongue in response. Yuuri grabs Viktor’s arm, slipping on brittle looking bands of fake ice from his elbow to the palm of his hands. “I--” He pushes Viktor faces away as he whispers something in Yuuri’s ear. “I'm actually a makeup artist.” Yuuri pulls back and shrugs. “Christophe requested me for this project and I just…” His eyes cut to Yuri and his smile softens. “I couldn't pass it up!” “Ah, my Yuuri is too sweet,” Viktor coos as he loops an arm around Yuuri’s waist and presses his lips against his forehead. “He was just dying to work with me and--” Yuuri pushes his face away again and scowls, ignoring the wounded look Viktor flashes at him and the crocodile tears. “Viktor, please. Professionalism. I work with you all the time.” Otabek chuckles and he hears a snort from Yuri in the background. Though Yuri likes to act like Viktor’s fiancé is the most offensive man on earth, he knows Yuri cares about him, even likes him, likes being around him a lot more than he wants to admit. Yuuri’s lips twitch as he walks past Otabek, offering a nod in greeting, and heads toward Yuri. “I've got similar accessories for you too, Yurio.” Otabek turns, watching as Yuri scowls and holds out his arms. He knows about Yuri’s qualms about that nickname. He also knows that he understands why Viktor gave it to him, even though he hates it. Grabbing a small camera out of his bag, he slowly heads over to the vanity where Yuri sits. He holds up the camera to Yuuri who has already started to unpack his impressive array of makeup and holds it up to him in question. Yuuri nods enthusiastically and gestures toward an empty seat off to the left. Otabek shakes his head. “I'm more comfortable standing,” he admits, shifting to the left to snap a picture of Yuri as he scowls at his reflection in the mirror. “Gives me better angles.” “Don't you dare take shitty pictures of me, Beka.” Yuuri chuckles softly as he presses a gentle finger under Yuri’s chin to tilt his head back an inch. “Then I’m lucky pictures of you are never shitty.” Yuri’s cheeks flush a deep red and his hands clench on the arms of the chair. “Oh, maybe I won't have to use any blush,” Yuri teases, dodging Yuri’s leg when he kicks it out in frustration. They all fall silent after that. Yuuri focuses on building the intended makeup to go with Yuri’s outfit. Yuri lets his eyes flutter shut, opening them only when Yuuri asks him to. Otabek snaps pictures here and there. He’s never gotten better photos of the makeup process. He watches Yuuri build a fire on Yuri’s face, quite literally. He lines Yuri’s eyes with a pitch black kohl. From the kohl he builds a fire, two flames that grow from the tips of Yuri’s eyelashes, over his brows, and onto his forehead. He contours Yuri’s face with black, ashen smudges that look like burn marks etched into Yuri’s skin. When Yuri opens his eyes, the final product brings out the faint flecks of gold in his eyes. He looks like he could set the world aflame. He’s already set Otabek on fire. Viktor’s makeup, when finished is equally as impressive. The second Yuuri’s first brush hits his skin, he falls silent, relaxed. And Yuuri builds an ice age on Viktor’s face. He takes time to tint his skin blue, contour his cheeks in a deeper blue shade and a pale, icy blue highlights the rest of his face. An icy shimmer dusts his cheeks and his eyes and Yuuri adds small crystals below his eyebrows, sprinkles flecks of glitter on the tips of Viktor’s lashes. His makeup is prettier than Yuri's, more feminine. Or it would be if Viktor’s raw masculinity didn't make it look so intimidating. As he steps into the light and turns to flash a smirk at Yuuri, a shiver runs down Otabek’s spine. Otabek is almost certain if Viktor had the power to do so, the room would be covered in a sheet of ice. “Perfect,” Christophe croons as he steps into the room and takes in the sight of Yuri and Viktor, their looks fully completed. “Yuuri, your skill never fails to astound me.” Yuuri, in all his modesty, blushes in response and shakes his head. “Really, it's your clothing line that brings it out.” “Sassy and modest,” Christophe tuts and smiles at Viktor. “You make sure you keep this one.” Viktor taps his ring finger where a tan line can faintly be seen. “I already am.” After the comfortable banter, Viktor and Yuri take their places against the black backdrop. The negative space surrounding them combined with the light blaring in from all sides makes them seem ethereal, almost supernatural. It’s like the sun and moon in the center of a pitch black universe. Otabek lifts his camera and is immediately struck by the fact that he doesn't know where to face his lens. He is naturally drawn to Yuri--for more reasons than one--but Viktor is such a natural that he can't help but tilt to the side to keep him in the frame. Christophe must sense his hesitance. He comes up on Otabek’s left and says, “Individual shots are needed, but I want them together as well. I want to focus on the stark contrast between the two.” Otabek nods and finally pushes down to take the first photo. Yuri’s eyes burn as the camera goes off, catching a moment when he runs his tongue across his upper lip and traces a finger down the flames that dance along the right side of his body. Viktor extends a hand, the faux ice bracelet that wraps around his palm glistening in the light. Otabek snaps a photo. It almost looks like Viktor holds a snowflake in the palm of his hand. Yuri leans his body backward, bracing his back against the dark wall and stretching his arms out on either side of him. He tilts his head downward, drawing attention the flames on his body and on his face. He sure knows how to work those body angles. Otabek snaps another photo. And another as Viktor imitates Yuri’s pose, back against the wall, hands in his hair, one leg draped elegantly over the other. His eyes flutter shut. The crystals catch the light. He looks regal, all-powerful, all-knowing. “Yuuri, I need you for a moment.” Otabek pauses as Yuuri shuffles over. Christophe gestures toward Viktor and Yuri and says a few things that Otabek doesn't hear before Yuuri runs off to grab a few brushes and a palette. When he returns he heads toward Viktor, pulling Viktor’s right hand toward him. “If you were that desperate for me to wear my ring, all you had to do was ask,” Viktor says with a smile. “Wrong hand,” Yuuri points out, flashing a grin. Otabek chuckles. He takes a few more pictures of Yuri as Viktor’s hand gets a makeover. “There!” Yuuri steps back and turns toward Otabek. “I’ll get out of the way before I sully your photos.” “Yuuri!” Viktor’s voice rises in protest. He reaches toward Yuuri. “You could never--” Yuuri steps out of reach. “Hand!” He warns with a frown. “Ah…” Viktor has the grace to look sheepish as he steps back into place. “And what am I to do with my hand?” Otabek notices the tips of Viktor’s fingers are darkened, black like they've been burned. “Fingers to the bottom of Yuri’s chin, like you're scratching it, or tilting it up for him to look at you.” Yuri immediately scowls and Christophe claps his hands. “And that's the exact face I need you to make Yuri! Such a capable model!” Otabek fights back a smile as he lifts the camera. Viktor’s lips curl into a smirk and it looks so natural, an image of a normal interaction between Yuri and Viktor and yet so much more. He snaps a few pictures before Viktor moves his hand, improvising. His fingers slide across Yuri’s cheek, down his neck. They pause at his collarbone when Christophe tells him to stop and Yuuri once again scurries over. He covers Yuri’s pale neck with trails of blue and silver. It looks as though ice has formed on his skin, so realistic it makes Otabek shiver. Viktor doesn't need a cue when Yuuri moves away again. His fingers press against the end of each trail. Otabek’s camera goes off. Yuri lifts a hand pushing against Viktor, another to press against his neck like he’s trying to warm the cold imprinted on his skin. They feed off one another, Otabek notices. He’s never seen Yuri work with anyone before. But as much as Yuri doesn't like people, he needs them to help him improve, to give him goals to reach, a reason to surpass the level he’s already at. Viktor is the best person for that job. He’s a level Yuri hasn't reached, a person Yuri desperately looks up to no matter how much he denies it. Otabek has seen the rare glimpses of admiration. They warm him. He wants this for Yuri, for him to reach greater heights in anything he aspires to do. He knows when the last picture is taken by the way Christophe cheers and sighs dreamily. “Aaah, what did I do to deserve such brilliant models?” Viktor prances away from the background and grins at Christophe. “You are simply too talented, my friend.” Otabek ignores their chattering and places his camera on the table before heading toward Yuri. Yuri who is trying to tug the dark red, black and gold wristlets off his arms and failing with a string of creative curses. Otabek can't help the faint smile that crosses his lips as he grabs Yuri’s arm and slowly, carefully slides the bracelet off. He does the same with the other arm, bringing Yuri’s palm to his lips before letting him go. Yuri’s cheeks light up, but he slides an arm around Otabek’s neck to pull him in for a kiss when Viktor’s shout interrupts them. “Yuratchka, professionalism! No making out while on the job.” He already has his arm around Yuuri’s waist, their bodies pressed tightly together. Yuri’s lips curl into a snarl. “Shut the fuck up, old man! Like you can talk!” He snatches one of the bracelets off the ground and whips it across the room at Viktor. iktor dodges with a hearty laugh and Christophe croons, “How fiery!” Otabek grabs Yuri around the waist before he can throw himself at the two of them. “My fire,” he says softly, chuckling as he presses a kiss to the side of Yuri’s forehead. Yuri grumbles and relaxes in Otabek’s grip. “I'm gonna kill you all. I hope you know that.” “Only after I get you out of that outfit,” Otabek counters. Yuri hesitates before slipping an arm around Otabek’s waist, his hand dipping into the back pocket of Otabek’s jeans. “Yeah, only after that.”

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Menswear Glossary

This is a glossary of menswear terminology.

baby - stuffed cloth pad on which the tailor works his cloth

back body - the back panel of a shirt

balance - bespoke term used to refer to the length at the front and back of a jacket, a well made jacket should be parallel and harmonize with the wearer's posture and figure

banger - piece of wood with handle used to draw out steam and smooth cloth during ironing; possibly the same as a block

baste - garment roughly assembled for the first stage of fitting

hand basting - process by which fabric is attached to the interlining with temporary stitches 

basting - tacking with long stitches to hold garments parts together 

bemberg - trade name for cupramonium rayon developed by J. P. Bemberg; it has the hand of silk and is similar to viscose

bespoke - manner of making a product, signifies it is often made by hand and fitted to an individual customer and allows for customization. 

blazer - casual jacket made of woolen cloth; can be single or double breasted, originally navy in colour it can now be brightly coloured or striped

block - heavy, dense block of wood used in pressing to set or seal the steam; may also refer to a base pattern used to develop other patterns; also known as: sloper or master pattern

break - the horizontal fold or bend above the cuff of the leg, which is created when the fabric of the leg is longer than the wearer's leg.

Full break - usually 2 inches or more of extra fabric that folds at the hem

Half break - 1-2 inches of fabric gathered at the bottom of the trouser

Quarter break - 1/2 - 1 inch of extra pant length 

No break - the trouser grazes the shoes with no excess fabric at the hem

board - a tailor's workbench 

body canvas - pure wool (and sometimes linen) canvas used in the structure inside a jacket, waistcoat, or overcoat to give substance and assist in shaping

bottom - the hem circumference 

button gimp - used when making buttonholes for suits 

button twist - yarn used to make buttonholes

cable knit - a pattern found in men's jumpers and knitted accessories in which cables appear to twist around one another; popular in fall/winter seasons.

canvas - a cloth usually made from cotton, flax, hemp, or jute and used for providing strength or firmness   

full canvas - in jacket construction it is the interlining of wool and horsehair canvas between the inner lining and outer fabric; it runs the entire length of the jacket and adds structures and padding at the chest

half canvas - the canvas covers the chest and continues to the rib cage

cardigan - sweater with front fastening (e.g. buttons, ties, or zips)

cavalry twill - a firm warp faced twill, originally used for heavy weight fabrics such as raincoats

chalk stripe - vertical stripes on a suit which look like a tailor's chalk; lines are often subtle and hazy.

chambray - a plain weave lightweight cotton fabric primarily used for shirts

Chino - twill fabric cloth usually made of cotton or cotton blend; commonly used for trousers (and referred to as chinos or khakis).

collar - unlike lapels or revers, shirt collars are constructed from separate fabric.

points (of a collar) - the corners of a collar; can be point, round, 

spread (of a collar)  - refers to the distance between two points of a shirt collar.

stand (of a collar) - the band, often at the widest part, that supports the collar. 

ascot collar - a very tall standing collar with the points turned toward the chin, to be worn with an ascot tie; also known as: stock collar

Albany collar - a standard turndown cutaway collar worn predominantly in the early 20th century

band collar - small standing band, usually buttoned, in the style worn with detachable collars; also known as: grandad collar

Barrymore collar - a turnover shirt collar with long points, as worn by actor John Barrymore and can accompany wide four-in-hand neckties on dress shirts; also known as: tapered collar

button-down collar - the points of a shirt's collar are fastened with small buttons; often considered a casual shirt and therefore technically should not be worn with a suit

convertible collar - designed to be worn with the neck button either fastened or unfastened 

detachable collar - made as a separate accessory to be worn with a banded collared shirt; also known as: false-collar

double round collar - a turn down collar with rounded tips.

imperial collar - created by Charvet for Edward VII; also known as: poke collar

Johnny collar - an open, short V-neck and a flat, open knit collar 

Lacoste collar - an un-starched, flat, protruding collar invented by Rene Lacoste.

Long point collar - with long pointy edges, usually worn with a suit and tie; considered a conservative collar; also known as: straight point collar, forward point collar, narrows point collar

mandarin collar - small standing collar, open at the front based on the traditional Manchu or Mongol-influenced Asian garments; also known as: cadet collar, Chinese collar

mock collar - knitted collar similar to a turtleneck without the turnover; mockneck

Nehru collar - small standing collar, meeting at the front, based on traditional Indian garments.

Peter Pan collar - flat, round-cornered collar, named for the costume worn by the character Peter Pan

poet collar - soft shirt collar, often with long points

Popped collar - style of wearing a collar unfolded and high against the neck; popular in the 1980s and early 2000s

rolled collar - any collar that is softly rolled where it folds down from the neck at the stand, as opposed to a collar with a pressed crease at the fold.

round collar - any collar with rounded points; also known as club collar or penny collar

shawl collar - a round collar for a V-neckline that is extended to form lapels, often sued on cardigan sweaters or dinner jackets

spread collar - made with a wide spread between the points, which can accommodate a bulky necktie; often the spread is between 3 and 6 inches; also known as: cut away collar

straight collar - a generic collar, measuring 2 to 3 inches between the points; when the collar is tabbed or requires a barbell, the points often measure as a straight collar

tab collar - shirt collar with a small tab that fastens the points together underneath the knot of the necktie

Windsor collar - a dress shirt collar that is slightly stiff, wit a wide spread to accommodate a Windsor knot tie; also known as: cut away collar

wing collar - a small standing collar with the points pressed to stick out horizontally, resembling wings; worn with men's evening dress (black tie and white tie); also known as wingtip collar

zero collar - neckline of shirt without band and collar 

corduroy - a cotton fabric composed of twisted fibers that lie parallel to each other, forming a distinct cord pattern that runs either vertically or horizontally. 

wale - the width of the cord; the lower the count (e.g. 5 or 6-wale) has thicker individual cords and typically used for upholstery

needlecord - high wale corduroy (16+); often used for clothing; has a softer, more velvety appearance

crew neck - a round, no collar neckline; close-fitting, hemmed neckline, which sits symmetrically at the base of the neck

cuff - a turned up hem, as found at the bottom of the leg of the trousers or at the end of a  shirtsleeve; can be a separate piece of material; also known as: permanent turn ups (P.T.U.)

barrel cuff - rectangular piece of fabric with square corners closed with a button 

convertible cuff - can be worn either buttoned (like a barrel cuff) or with cufflinks

French cuff - style of cuff on a dress or formal shirt, which is folded back and then closed with cufflinks; also known as double cuff; can also have a rounded corner at the back edge nearest the wrist (known as a rounded French cuff)

mitered cuff - features edges that are mitered or cut at an angle

one button - cuff with one button closure; normally found on business and long sleeve casual shirts 

round(ed) cuff - barrel cuff with rounded instead of square edges 

two button - cuff with two button closure 

cummerbund - a component of black tie dress; a broad waist sash, pleated waistband worn with single-breasted dinner jackets.

dart - folds in the suit fabric which are sewn into the jacket, shirt, or trousers to control and manipulate its shape and fit; a common technique used for shaping garments

darning - a technique for repairing holes or worn areas in fabric or knitting using needle and thread; also refers to any of several needlework techniques that use darning stitches   

denim - a rugged cotton twill; often used for pants; also known as: jeans or raw denim

dinner jacket/suit - defined by the satin facings on the lapels mirrored on the outer seam of the dinner suit trousers; closely associated with black-tie attire

dolly - fabric covered wooden structure used in tailoring as base for pressing

donegal - an Irish tweed hallmarked by brightly colored slubs 

double-breasted - a suit or blazer jacket with wide, overlapping front flaps and two parallel columns of buttons; often the first column is ornamental and the second is functional; the fastening method is acknowledged using a number-on-number terminology with the first number being the total number of front buttons and the second number is the number of fastening buttons below the lapels (e.g. 6-on-1 or 6-on-2); always have peak or shawl lapels

jiggers - the hidden buttons on a double-breasted jacket 

double twist - intertwining 2 years, which doubles its density; also known as two-ply

draft - sketch or measure plan of a garment 

drape - the way a fabric hangs in folds

dress - on the pattern it is an allowance for extras room in the crotch for male genitalia 

drop crotch - an exaggerated low rise applied to pants (often denim)

duffle coat - a hooded, knee-length coat made from duffle; a coarse, thick woolen material; often featuring four front wooden or horn toggle fastening (which are known as walrus teeth)

face - the front of a piece of fabric having a distinct front and back; also known as: right side

Fair Isle - intricate, highly colored knits, often stitched by hand; seen on jumpers, cardigans, and accessories 

fusing - use of chemicals and heat to weld the interlinings to the outer fabric of a garment, as distinct from the superior method of stitching used by bespoke tailors

gabardine - a woven twill fabric, originally made from wool

gauntlet - located above the cuffs, they create openings at the sleeve ends for ease of wear. 

Gingham check - plain-woven fabric featuring alternating checks, typically white and colored. 

goose iron - hand iron hearted on a naked flame

gorge - the point where the collar is attached to the lapel forming the notch

grain - the lengthwise and crosswise grain of fabric refer to the directions parallel to the warp and weft, respectively

grenadine - a type of Italian silk weave constructed on jacquard looms and characterized by an open weave

gusset - in shirting: an additional piece of cloth joining the font and back panels at the bottom hem of the shirt to provide reinforcement

haircloth - cloth made from horsehair; used as an inner material to give shape the chest of jackets, waistcoats, and overcoats

hand - a person's estimation when feeling fabrics between rings and thumb; the sum total of sensations expressed when a textile fabric is handled by touching; also known as: fabric hand or handle

hem - the edge of cloth; the act of securing a cut edge by enclosing in cloth to prevent unraveling 

herringbone - a chevron pattern often two-tone and found in a wool twill fabric

hopsack - form of weaving often lightweight fabric into a basketweave texture

Houndstooth - distinctive broken checks (often black and white) resembling a dog's incisor

inlay - extra piece of fabric in a bespoke garment's seams to allow for future alteration

interfacing - a textile used on the unseen (or wrong) side of fabrics to make an area of a garment more rigid; can be used to stiffen or add body to a fabric (e.g. shirt collars); also known as interlinings 

knee - the measurement of the desired trouser size at the knee 

lapel - describes the folded flaps of cloth on the front of a jacket or coat; the cloth is an extension of the collar and folds back against the breast and cut to create a step (notch), peak, or shawl finish.

notch lapel - distinguishable by a triangle cut where it meets the collar, often worn on two button jackets; least formal lapel 

peak lapel - features upwards points towards the shoulder to emphasize a V silhouette; elongates the frame; creates an aggressive, yet rakish look

shawl lapel - runs continuously from the back of the neck down to the buttons on the front of the torso without breaks or points 

lining - an inner layer of fabric, fur, or other material inserted into clothing or other items; provide a neat inside finish and conceal interfacing, padding, raw edges of seams, and other construction details

linen - a textile made from the fibers of the flax plant; stronger and sturdier than cotton, but does not hold dye as well

loom - machine used to produce cloth by weaving 

luster - the intensity with which light shines on a piece of fiber

Macintosh - a form of waterproof raincoat made of rubberized fabric. Named after its inventor Charles Macintosh; also known as: Mac or Mackintosh.

made-to-measure - garment made from pre-existing stock pattern that is altered (usually by machine) to fit the customer's measurements

Melton - felt like cloth used to complete the under collar on a jacket or coat

merino wool - fine, silky, and soft; it is the finest grade of commercial sheep wool available 

mohair - lustrous and durable fiber produced by angora goats 

morning dress - a type of formal daytime ensemble; typically found at weddings (morning grey) and races; a dress code

nap - the raised surfaces found projecting from a fabric; produced intentionally (by brushing) or naturally (during weaving); flannel and saxony are often napped to provide extra warmth and comfort

necktie - a decorative long piece of cloth worn around the neck and knotted at the throat. Similar to an ascot, bow tie, zipper tie, cravat, knit tie, and clip-on tie

off-the-rack - finished clothing item sold in standard sizes

optima - fabric, usually cotton, used in tailoring for pocketing, banding, and inside cuffs; sometimes used in making of chest on jacket together with haircloth and body canvas

oxford - in textiles: cloth combining dyed and un-dyed yarns; they have durable yet soft hand; often used for weekend or button cuff shirts with a button down collar and is popular with American markets

padding - a thin cushioned material added to clothes to soften impacts on certain zones of the body or improve a physical feature; also known as: batting 

pattern: template used for cutting out pieces of fabric for a garment

pick stitching - visible stitching along the lapels it is an indication of craftsmanship and tailoring 

pinstripe - narrow, crisp lines running parallel; evenly woven into fabric and often spaced one half to one inch apart

pique - a type of cotton used on dress shirts and waistcoats; featuring a double twill, it is more dense than a single twill and has a distinct woven pattern similar to that of a honeycomb; also known as Marcella 

placket - an opening in the upper part of trousers or at the neck or sleeve of a garments; allow garments to be put on and removed more easily 

pleat - a type of fold formed by doubling fabric back upon itself and securing it in place to allow extra room for movement

accordion pleat - a form of tight pleating which allows the garment to expand its shape when moving; also known as: knife pleat

box pleat - back-to-back knife pleases; can also be formed to create stacked or double-box pleats

cartridge pleat - used to gather large amounts of fabrics into a small waistband or arms he without adding bulk to the seam

fluted pleat - small, rounded, or pressed pleats used as trimmings

kick pleat - short pleats leading upwards from the bottom hem of a garment such as a coat, usually at the back; allow the garment to drape straight down when stationary while also allowing freedom of movement.

organ pleat - parallel rows of softly rounded pleats resembling the pipes of an organ

rolled pleat - create tubular pleats which run the length of the fabric from top to bottom; also known as: stacked pleat 

pocket - a bag or envelope like receptacle either fastened to or inserted in an article of clothing

barchetta - an Italian style of pocket that curves upward, like a boat, rather than straight across 

beer pocket - small pocket within a jacket or vest sized specifically for carrying a bottle of beer

besom pocket - cut into a garment instead of being sewn on; often have reinforced piping along the slit of the pocket appearing as an extra piece of fabric or stitching; clarification: a type of welt and can also be corded; also known as slip pockets

camp pocket - sewn to the outside of the garment and usually squared off and characterized by seaming

flap pocket - a pocket of any construction having a piece of fabric sewn above the pocket opening for moderate protection

patch pocket - made of a separate piece of cloth sewn on to the outside of a garment

ticket pocket - a narrow pocket positioned above a flap pocket

watch pocket - small pocket designed to hold a pocket watch; sometimes found in men's trousers, waistcoats, and jeans 

welt pocket - a set-in pocket that is finished and strengthened with piping along its length

pocket square - a small piece of textile work in the jacket pocket

pocketing - fabric used to make pockets for suits and coats

poplin - consists of a fine warp yarn and thick filling; popular choice for shirts

puckering - tendency of cloth to gather in runs, often apparent on the lapel and trouser spasms and most common in fused apparel

rayon - textile fiber or fabric made from regenerate cellulose 

raw denim - unwashed, untreated denim after the dyeing process

raw edge - the unfinished edge of a piece of fabric; produces an unstructured look

rise - the distance from the crotch to the top of the waistband on trousers and denim; the difference between the inseam and outseam; can be a measurement or a proportional calculation; common options: high, medium, and low rise

Royal oxford - similar construction to oxford, however it si comprised of finer yarns contributing to a more sophisticated aesthetic

S number - for wool: indicates the fineness of the wool fiber; measured in micrometers; the higher the number the finer the wool

satin - silk fabric with glossy surface on one side

Savile Row - street in the West End of London that is regarded as the home of bespoke tailoring

scye - the armhole 

sea island cotton - its weave construction consists of a high thread count; considered one of the best shirting fabrics; also known as: south sea island cotton

seam - a line where tow pieces of fabric are held together by thread 

forearm seam - runs down the front of the arm; joins with the hindarm seam; allows for adjustment of the sleeve

hindarm seam - runs down the back of the arm; joins with the forearm seam

inseam - leg measurement 

sideseam - also known as the outseam

seat - the hip measurement given

seersucker - a mid to lightweight fabric, often striped, used to make clothes for spring and summer wear; the puckered or crinkled effect is created by releasing the tensions at intervals during weaving, which holds the cloth away from the body allowing it to cool

sharkskin - a two-tone woven worsted fabric often used for suiting; smooth hand with a soft texture 

shirting - fabric from which shirts are made; can include cotton, twill, flannel, voile, silk, chambray, and linen

silk - fabric spun from silk thread, which in turn comes from silk worms

silhouette - the overall look of the suit; describes the shape and fit of the jacket by the impression it gives in its outline 

single-breasted - characterized by a narrow overlap fastened with a single row of buttons; always left over right; the narrow line features one to four buttons

slanted pockets  - decorative buttons that do not work; also known as hacking in England 

skirt - the area of material which makes up the bottom edge of the jacket and overlaps the trouser

sleeve pitch - angle at which the sleeve is pitched to the sleeve head; in a bespoke suit the sleeve is pitched to match the angle at which the arm hangs naturally from the shoulder

slub - knots or knobbles on a textile that appears thicker and raised

spalla camicia - Italian shoulder with no padding 

spinning - process of making fibers into yarns

stitch - a single turn or loop of the thread or yarn in sewing, knitting, and embroidery

suit - a set of garments made from the same cloth and usually consisting of at least a jacket and trousers

tactile property - how a garment fits

taper - to become more narrow (as in a trouser leg that is more narrow at the ankle than the knee)

third hand - a sewing clamp that holds the fabric to be sewn

thread - a fine type of yarn

tie pin - an ornamental pin designed to hold the position of the necktie or cravat

texture - the feel, appearance, or consistency of a surface or substance

tuxedo - American term for a single or double-breasted jacket for formal or semi formal evening occasions.

trimmings - the raw materials that in addition to cloth make up the suit

tweed - rough twilled woolen eaves and clothes used for suits, jackets, and overcoats originally produced in Scotland and also associated with Ireland.

twill - such fabrics have a distinct diagonal surface pattern and weave enabling reinforced durability 

vent - a cut/slit in the bottom (tail) of a coat, allowing the material to move more easily when being worn; examples: center vent,  side/double vent, and ventless

vicuña - fiber sourced from the animal of the same name; the most expensive fiber in the world, it is lighter, softer, warmer, and finer than any other wool

voile - thin semi transparent cotton, woolen, or silken material in a twisted yarn construction used for making shirts

waist - the waist measurement given 

warp - the (vertical) threads of a loom over and under which other threads (weft) are passed to make the cloth 

weave - formation of fabric by interlacing long threads passing in one direction with others at a right angle to form them

weft - the crosswise (horizontal) threads on a loom that are passed over and under the warp threads to make cloth 

white tie - the most formal men's dress code; comprised of a single-breasted tailcoat, black trousers (both with two silk grosgrain or satin facings running parallel), a white pique waistcoat, white stiff-front shirt, white bow tie, black patent shoes, and silk socks

working cuffs - functional buttonholes on a suit; also known as surgeon’s cuffs 

worsted - lightweight cloth made of long staple combed woolen yarn, originally named after the village of Worsted near Norwich

yarn - length of fibers and/or filaments with or without twist

yarn count - denotes the size/weight of yarn; measured in terms of denier or tex

yoke - the upper back panel of the shirt covering the shoulders

#Glossary

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Rockman - Exciting Times in L.A, Ch. I

Chapter 1 of "Exciting Times in L.A," a Mega Man fan fiction story.

So.  This is the first chapter of what was supposed to be my contribution to Roll Day, 2019.  As you might have guessed… I didn't get it done, in time.  But, hey!  At least I actually finished this story unlike "Roll's Blues," ha hah…

A-anyway, enjoy the cute story I cooked up!  … hope you're into actiony things with a pinch of schmaltz~

Word count: 4,414 – Character count: 24,816 Originally written: June 6th, 2019

A pleasant day in L.A. turns into a tense situation as Dr. Wily appears in the skies above!

Thomas Light, Rock/Megaman, Roll, Rush, Bass, Treble, Mega Man/Rockman, and related characters and properties created by and © Capcom Co, Ltd.

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    In the year 20XX – sometime in Spring, actually – the famous researcher of robotics, Dr. Thomas Light, had been invited to attend a technology summit in Los Angeles, California.  It seemed that he was to be one of their special guest speakers!  After looking at the planned schedule for the summit, he also noticed that he had quite a bit of free time to spend… and, what better way to spend that time than by catching up with family?

    “Rock, Roll!  Are you ready to see the sights of the city?”     “Yes, Doctor!”

    A robotic boy with fluffy, brown hair was the first to walk into the hallway from Dr. Light’s luxury suite.  Dressing for a nice day of casual fun, Rock had put on of a light, zip-up jacket with a white hood, a blue body, and white sides which ran along the undersides of the short sleeves.  He also wore dark-beige cargo shorts and a what one might call “sneaker-boots” – a pair of sleek-looking shoes that almost looked like boots, but were designed like high-top sneakers with white soles and a white “tongue.”  They also had red “energy ports” at the ankles, though those looked more like decals than anything functional.

    “I like that outfit,” the doctor commented as he adjusted his own shirt.  “It makes you look mature, but you still remind me of the little boy I created so many years ago…”     Rock lightly blushed, rubbing his cheek and giving a smile.  “Thanks.”     “Say, where’s your sister unit, Rock?”     “Oh!  She was in the bathroom, last time I checked.”     “Is she still getting ready…?”  Dr. Light sighed with a smile.  “That girl…”     “Do you want me to check on her?”     He gave a nod.  “Please, do.  We have a schedule to keep, after all!”     Rock nodded as well, then he headed back into the hotel room.

    “Roll?” he called after knocking on the bathroom door.  “Are you ready, yet?”     “Almost!” a cheerful voice called back.     “Well, please hurry!  Doctor Light wants to go… like, right now.”     “In a minute!”     “You’ve got fifty-seven seconds left, Roll!” the boy teased with a grin.     “D-don’t rush me…!”     “Fifty-threeeee…” he told her in a sing-song voice.     “Rock!”     “Forty-nine, forty-eight, forty-seven…”     “Alright, already!  I’m coming out!”     “I knew that’d get her,” he told himself as he stepped away from the door.

    A moment later, the boy blinked and stared. Roll had exited the bathroom, just as promised… but, she was wearing an outfit he’d never seen, before.     “Well?” the girl asked with a somewhat shy smile.  “What do you think?”     He wasn’t sure what to say… so, he just spent a minute looking her over.

    The girl stood with her hands behind her back, slowly squirming from-side-to-side.  As always, her long hair was tied into a high ponytail with a cute, green ribbon tied into a bow, two long bunches hanging down from her forehead-length bangs, dropping over her ears and coming down to her neckline… but, her body was covered by a something that looked like two dresses, of vastly-differing fabrics, layered on top of each other.     The first dress was a simple, short-sleeved, hooded, frilly sort of “slip” which was white and stopped just above the knees.  The second short-sleeved “dress,” though, sat just off her shoulders and looked about level with her knees.  It, too, was short-sleeved, but it was made of some sort of semi-transparent, orange material which was split down the middle.  The top half looked like it could be buttoned closed… but, he didn’t see any fastens, so he figured it was stitched together.  Either way, the fabric also seemed very sensitive to motion, as every time Roll moved, it would silently flutter before settling.     She was also wearing a pair of black leggings and some baggy knee-socks that were bunched up around her ankles which were white in color and had aqua-colored stripes around their elastic-bound tops.  Lastly, he noticed the pair of orange sneakers she wore.  They had sky-blue tongues, pale-blue soles, and… seemingly had his attention for a bit longer than the dress.

    “Roll…”     The girl twitched.  He’d looked back up with a smile.     “Those shoes look so cool!” he exclaimed.  “You’ll have to let me try ‘em on, later!”     “Rock!” the girl called with a huff.  “I asked you what you thought of my outfit!”     “Your outfit…?”  Rock gave another blink… then, his eyes opened.  “Oh!”     He offered another smile.  Then, he told her…     “You look like you’re ready for a fun day out – especially with those comfy sneakers!”     Roll blinked… then, she puffed her cheeks and grew angry, stomping her foot.  A second later, she tramped out of the room without so much as another word, leaving her counterpart baffled…  He followed her at a distance, then the three Lights headed downstairs.

    Shortly after leaving the hotel, the trio headed down to the curbside.  Dr. Light called for a cab, then took a moment to explain his schedule to the two robots.     “I have a full day of fun activities planned.  It should be quite an adventure!”     “Sounds good, Doctor!” Rock called.  “Right, Roll?”     “Hmph!”     Rock gave her another blink.  Roll had crossed her arms and looked away.  Clearly, she was she still upset from before… and, he still didn’t know why!     “First, we’ll–”     The doctor paused as a noise caught his attention.  Both Rock and Roll looked his way as he reached into the pocket of his dark-green shorts and withdrew a phone.     “Hello?” he called as he answered the ringing item.  “Yes?  Yes?  Wait– now?  But–  Oh, Mikhail had to reschedule, you say?”     Roll looked up, her face immediately changing from a pout to an expression of concern.     “Is Kalinka okay?” was the first thought she had.     “He’ll speak tomorrow?” the doctor continued, nodding at Roll.  “Well, I was hoping to–  What?  Oh, right.  Yes, yes, alright.  Thank you for letting me know.  Goodbye.”     With his conversation finished, he closed his phone.  As he turned back toward his robots, though… he looked a little glum.

    “What’s wrong, Doctor?” Rock asked his creator.     “Bad news, I’m afraid,” he told the two.  “Rather than speak, tomorrow… they want me to go on, today.  In one hour, in fact!  I can’t take you on a tour of the city like I’d planned…”     “That is too bad…” the boy said with a frown.  “I was looking forward to seeing all the cool sights and sounds!”     “Yes… I am quite sorry, my boy.  But, as the saying goes…”  Dr. Light smiled.  “‘Duty calls.’  Now, I have to head back in.  I can’t very well show up wearing a Hawaiian shirt and sandals, after all!”     Rock gave a laugh.  “I bet they’d love that!”     “A must admit,” the doctor mused with a grin. “it would be quite amusing to see their reaction…”     Rock laughed a little more and even Roll started to giggle.     “In any case…  Roll, would you help me get ready?”     “Yes, Doctor.”     With that, the trio headed back in.

    “I really was looking forward to spending a day with you two…” the doctor told Roll as he got dressed in the bathroom.  She was leaning against the wall next to the door, her hands behind her back and eyes fixed on Rock… who had found a place on the king-sized bed.  He was playing something on a handheld game system, from the look – and, sounds – of it.     “Me, too…” she replied in a quiet voice, her eyes roaming up to the ceiling.     There was a long period of silence before Dr. Light spoke back up.     “It seems like a shame to just… waste a perfectly good day, like this.”     “Hm…?”     The doorknob clicked, then the bathroom door opened.  Shortly after, the fully-equipped doctor of robotics walked out, wearing his usual outfit of a lab coat, dress shirt, tie, maroon jeans, and brown loafers.     “I was just thinking…” he told Roll as he adjusted his tie, “you two don’t need to be there… and, it would be a waste to be cooped up in this hotel room…”     Roll’s eyes started to light up.  It almost sounded like…     “Why don’t you two go out and explore the city, together?”     “You mean it, Doctor Light?!”

    The girl turned her attention to Rock.  He had spoken in an excited voice, leaped up, and was standing right in front of the doctor not long after he’d made the suggestion.     “Certainly!” the doctor said with a jolly laugh.  “You two may look like children… and, you sometimes act like it, too!  But, I feel like you two are mature enough to wander around the town… so long as you stay together.”     “Right!  I’ll keep Roll safe from strangers!” Rock bravely proclaimed.     “Actually, I think he wants me to keep you away from the shops.”

    The boy blinked.  “What’s that supposed to mean…?”     “Oh, nothing…” she smirked.  “Say, how’s your doll collection going?”     “H– hey!  They’re figurines!” he countered.  “And, if I can just get that last Street Fighter M.U.S.C.L.E. figurine, I’ll have ‘em all!”     “And, how much of your allowance are you going to spend to get it?”     “What’s it matter to you?!” he countered with a grumpy face.  “Besides, you’re the one who spends a ton of Zenny on useless stuff!”     Roll gasped, looking insulted.  “I do not!”     “Do, too!  You spend all your Zenny on clothes and books!”     “I like looking cool and pretty!” she rebutted.  “And, I like reading!”     “All you ever wear is that same red dress, though!” Rock countered, focusing on her apparel.     She blinked, then she scowled.  “Have you even seen what I’m wearing, today?!”     Rock huffed.  “You’re probably wearing it under that thing, right now!”     “‘Thing?!’”  The girl threw her hands down and stomped before shouting, “This is the latest fashion from– a-and, I am not!”     “You are, too!” he smartly retorted.     “I am not!”     “Are, too!     “Am, n–”     “Children, please!”     The two both blinked at each other before looked back up at their creator.  He was giving them a strong, disapproving look.  Clearly, he’d had enough of their arguing.

    “S-sorry, Doctor…” Rock said as he looked away, rubbing his arm.  Roll didn’t say anything, but she had her own guilty face as she put her hands behind her back and tapped the floor with one toe.     “And, here I was complimenting you, both, for being mature…” the doctor sighed.  He smiled, then, before telling them, “I’m, honestly, glad that you two quarrel, though.”     “Why, Doctor?” Rock asked.     “Because, you were made to in the image of two eight-year-old children and created as a pair; to be one another’s ‘sibling’ units,” he explained.  “Frankly, I would be worried if you two didn’t get into a disagreement, on occasion!”     “W-well…” Roll started to say.     “Besides…  It’s not like a silly fight over pocket money means you’ve stopped loving each other, right?”     “Of course not!” the boy said with a bright smile aimed at Roll.  “I’ll always love Roll!  She’s my sister!”     Roll blinked… then, she blushed and looked away.     “A-and… he’s my… ‘brother,’” she said in a low voice.  “I… love him, too.”     “Well, there you are!”     The non-identical twins both blinked, then they smiled and laughed as the doctor pulled them into a hug.  Roboticist or not… he really did make a good father figure.

    “I’ll be off, now.  I’m a little behind schedule, as it is…”

    A short trip down to the ground floor later, the trio were standing at the street.  Dr. Light had hailed a taxi and was climbing in as he waved goodbye to the two robots.     “Take care of each other, in my absence!” he called as he sat down and buckled into the backseat.  “Try not to fight with each other too much!”     “We won’t fight!” Roll assured him.  “Not unless Rock blows his allowance on little dolls, again, I mean.”     “Hey!”     The girl gave a sly grin as her counterpart shot her a dirty look.     “They’re collectible figurines!” he explained.  “I just explained that!”     “Dolls…  Figurines…”  She shrugged and winked.  “Same difference!”     “Children…”     The two looked at the doctor as he shook his head and chuckled.  He really couldn’t stay mad at them for even a minute…

    “Have fun.  Be good.  Stay out of trouble.”     “Yes, Doctor!” they both told him.     “If something comes up, don’t hesitate to contact me!” he told them as the taxi cab started pulling away.  “I’ll see you in a few hoouuurs…!”     “‘byyyyye…!” they called, both of them waving.  Before long, the car was out of sight and the two were left on their own.

    “Okay, Roll!”     The girl looked over at her brown-haired counterpart, blinking her green eyes.     “What should we do, first?” he asked with a smile.     “Well… what do you want to do?” was the only thing she could think to say.     “I dunno…  What do you want to do?”     “I… don’t know.  Uh…”  She paused before asking, again, “What do you want to do?”     He smirked before teasingly saying, “I asked you, first!”     “You sure did!” she giggled as he started laughing.  Once the two calmed down, she hummed before saying, “Is there… someplace, in particular, that you wanna see?”     He thought about it for a moment… then, he admitted, “I… really can’t think of anywhere I want to visit.  I really don’t know much about California, or even L.A!”     Roll gave it some thought, herself, before she suggested… “Wanna just wander?”     “Sure!”     That settled, the two headed off in a random direction from the hotel.  They had absolutely no plan, no guidance, and only one directive: find something interesting and fun!

    At one point, they found a man on a street corner who spoke about “the end,” a lot… but, after about five minutes of listening, they realized that he was just going on about “the end of high prices” and was advertising a car lot which was down the block.  Since neither of them could afford a car and had a special license to do so only in Colorado, they moved on.     A little later, they found something odd: an apartment complex that was on fire!  Of course, Rock quick-changed into his armor and ran in to see what he could do, leaving Roll to worry.  Roll made a note to tell Dr. Light to watch the news, later, as he was interviewed by the local news.  Once all that was settled, the hero dusted himself off and changed back into his civilian outfit, giving her a nod and a smile as they continued on their way.

    “I know the firemen had it under control…” Rock told Roll as they walked side-by-side, “but, I had to see if I could make a difference!”     “I’m sure they appreciated the extra help!” she said as she licked her thumb.     “I just feel bad that it cut into our time in L.A, so much…  It’s already noon!”     He smiled as she rubbed what he assumed was a dirty spot on his cheek.     “But, even though we’re not doing anything… I’m still having fun just being with you!”     Roll blushed a little before letting her hand drop down.  When it found his, she took hold and smiled only to look away when he returned the favor.     “Me, too…” was her shy response.  After a moment, she brushed some hair away from her face, looked back, and asked…  “Do you… wanna see if there’s a movie theater, somewhere?”     “Oh, yeah!  There’s that movie you wanted to watch, right?” Rock asked.  “Say, I wonder if there’s a mall, nearby?  They might have a movie theater!  Then, we could go to the food court and get something to munch on.  I kind’a want some nachos…”     She nodded.  “O-okay, sure!”  Then, after asking for directions… the two took a long walk, heading to a distant mall.

    The day remained cool and peaceful as the robot children walked hand-in-hand, together.  Rock had started swinging his arm as they moved along, but Roll didn’t mind.  She was too busy enjoying just being with him and holding hands.  She knew he was probably doing it just to be a good ‘brother…’ but, she didn’t care.  To her, being able to hold his hand for so long was almost as good as seeing him smile right at her… which was something he’d been doing, a lot, since they’d started their walk!  She really was having a great day.

    I wonder…     After a mile or so, Roll got curious.  When they came to a crosswalk, she let go of his hand – which got his attention.  When she took Rock’s hand in hers, again… she tried slipping her fingers between his.     “Roll?”     The girl blinked and flushed, drawing her hands over her lap and looking away.     “Are you having fun?” she heard him ask.     “Wh-what?” she nervously twittered.     When she looked his way… he was giving a warm, friendly smile.     “I said, ‘are you having fun?’” he repeated in the same cheery tone as before.     “O-of course!” was her over-excited response.  “I-I mean… if you are…?”     “Okay!”  He beamed before explaining, “I thought you might be getting bored.  We’ve been walking for a while… and, you stopped talking a few blocks back!”     “Oh!  N-no!  I’m just…”     She contently sighed, shimmying in-place and giving him a sweet look.     “I’m just enjoying your company…”     He blinked at the odd tone she’d used, but…     “I’m enjoying your company, too!”     Roll blushed a little more and had to hide her face with both hands…     “Er, Roll…?”     She giggled and shook her head.  “Y… yes?”     “We can cross, now!”

    Roll blinked a couple of times… then, she blushed for an entirely different reason.  Rock was walking away and, from the sound of it, it seemed like he absolutely… positively… had not noticed her reactions to his kind words.     Of course, he didn’t… she grumpily told herself as she caught up and followed close behind.  Rock probably doesn’t even know I like him like that.  How can someone be so mature… but, be so clueless, at the same time?!     It was a mystery that would have to wait for another day, for as the two crossed together…     “Hey, what’s that?”     Something in the sky caught Rock’s attention… and, he got Roll’s.  The two looked up only for Roll to gasp and cover her mouth.     “I-is that…?!”     “Doctor Wily’s UFO!” her counterpart confirmed.  “And, look!”     Trailing behind the blue-and-gold saucer was another shape… one whose purple and gold hues shined in the noonday light.     “It’s Bass and Treble!” she realized.  Almost immediately after, though…  “H… hey?  Are they… getting closer?”     “Light ‘bots…!” a distant voice cried.  They’d been spotted!  Bass was coming down!

    Roll couldn’t believe what was happening…  Just moments before, she’d been on Cloud Nine, spending time with her favorite person!  She had him all to herself, too!  But, now… her most-favorite person’s time was about to be wasted by her least-favorite person!  So much for their peaceful day out…

    “Run away, Roll!” Rock shouted as he shoved the blond-haired girl toward a nearby building.  “I think he means business!”     “No!” she cried as she stood with her back to the brick wall behind her.     She watched as Bass landed on the pavement with a soft clatter, the mechanisms in his boots dampening the impact of his great leap from the skies above.  He looked angry…     “So, it is you two!” he shouted as his wolf-like canine companion unit, Treble, landed beside him and transformed out of jet mode.  “Thought you could hide from us by wearing those dorky clothes, huh?!  Not today!  Not ever!”     Rock instinctively threw his arms out, putting himself between Bass and Roll.     “What do you want, Bass?!” was his response.  “Why can’t you just leave me alone?!”     “I’m not here for you, nerd!  Outta the way!”     Roll gasped as the brown-haired robot was thrown to one side with a yelp by the slightly-taller figure.  For a moment, she felt a little afraid.  But, then…     “You… jerk…!”     She felt a sudden surge of anger fill her.

    “You just can’t leave poor Rock alone for one day, can you?!” she shouted as she stomped up to Bass, causing him to stop in his tracks.  “Rock and I were having a great day, together!  Then, you and your big, bad wolf decided to come down here and ruin it!  You bullies!  Don’t you have anything better to do than pick on Rock?!”     Bass narrowed his eyes as Roll glared into them.  He clearly wasn’t impressed.     “Roll, no!  Get away from him!”     “Shut up,” Bass spat as Treble got between Rock and Roll.  “This is private business.

    “Like I said,” he continued, his attention turning back to Roll, “I didn’t come here for him.  I came here for you.”     “I’m not interested in anything you have to say you… fin-headed jerk!”     His eyes narrowed a little more.  He reached up, running a hand along one fin before saying, “Don’t dis the helmet, blondie.”     “I’ll ‘dis’ whatever I want!” the girl shouted.  “Now, leave us alone!”     “That ain’t happenin’,” he was quick to tell her.     “What do you even want?!” Roll shrieked with frustration.  “Just go away!”     “Well, I was gonna say… ‘thanks.’”     “Y– what.”     Rock had gotten to his feet and was already in his armor, ready to fight his way through Treble to save Roll from the wolf’s master.  However… both he and the tongue-tied Roll were flummoxed by hearing that.

    “Thank us?” Rock scoffed as he started charging energy.  “For what?”     “Not you, little-boy-blue.”  Bass sighed, then he relaxed as he said, “Her.”     The blond robot gave a suspicious glare.  “What… what are you–”     “Remember that time I beat your bro so bad, he couldn’t move for a week?”     Her glare intensified… but, she smirked.     “If I remember right…” she started with a sassy tone, “it was him that beat you up and put you out-of-commission for a week!”     “Don’t get smart with me,” he snorted.     “And, don’t play dumb, with me!” was her reply.     “Listen, you little brat!” the robot in black shouted, causing the girl to wince.  “I came down here to thank you… for keeping an eye on my pooch while I was laid up!”     “You…  W-wait.  That– oh!”     Suddenly, Roll stood up straight and wore an expression of surprise.     “That week you fought…  You were both… oh, oh!  Oh, right!  I… I forgot that…”     She blinked, then.  Treble had come over and was nuzzling her hand – something that made Rock go wide-eyed… especially when he watched her pet the canine.

    “Yeeaaah, I never got a chance to thank you.  I got mad at Treble after that fight and… he ran straight to you, for some dumb reason.  Guess he likes you…” Bass begrudgingly told her.     “I… y-you’re welcome?” she told him as she knelt down and kept petting the appreciative wolf-dog.  She really didn’t know what to say.     “Now, I was gonna thank you…”  The other robot sneered as he nastily said, “But, if you’re gonna be a bitch about it, then you can forget I even thought about it!”     And, it was at that moment that Bass learned… Roll did not like hearing swear words.

    “You potty-mouth!” she scolded after slapping him.  “How dare you use that kind of language in front of a girl!”     When Treble growled at her, she jerked around, putting her hands on her hips and glaring.     “Don’t you start!” she snapped.     Rock could hardly believe it when Treble actually whimpered, laid down, and put his paws over his muzzle.  He’d never seen that dog look so timid, before!  Then again, Roll did have a way with naughty animals… and, misbehaving “brothers,” he thought with a bashful grin.

    “Now…” she said in a calmer, still-angered tone as she turned back to Bass.  “I–”     But, before she could get another word out…     “Roll!!”     “Bitch.”     Bass had sucker-punched her right in the stomach, dropping the girl to her knees.

    “That’s it!!” Rock roared as he took aim at Bass.  “Get away from her!!”     “Puh-lease…” the combat robot said before spitting on the sidewalk.     His wolf was already standing between him and Rock, loudly growling.     “I don’t have time to play with you, today, blue bomber.  I just came down to thank Roll.  But, apparently…!”     The girl winced and cried out as he yanked her up by the ponytail.     “She doesn’t care if I appreciate what she did!  She’d rather just be a stupid–”     “I’m sorry!!” Roll blurted out with a shrill cry.     “You’ll be sorrier the next time I see you!”     She gave another yelp as she was thrown over Treble and right into Rock, knocking him over.  When the two looked up, they saw that the wolf-dog had transformed back into Jet Mode and that Bass was already on top of him.

    “Wily’s probably half-way to the convention center, by now…  He’ll get steamed if I don’t catch up – not that I care.”  He snorted, again.  “See you there, Light nerds!”     With that, he flew into the sky before rocketing off in the direction Wily’s UFO had gone, leaving Rock and a teary-eyed Roll laying on the concrete.

    “He’s… such a jerk…” Roll whimpered.     “Yeah, he is…”  Rock blinked… then, he jolted.  “Oh, gosh!  Roll!  Are you okay?!”     “My tummy hurts…”  She paused… then, she gave a hollow chuckle.  “I goofed.”     “We’ll get him back!  I’ll call Rush and–”     “N-no, I mean…”     He gave another blink as Roll stood up.  When she helped him to his feet, he noticed… even though she had a couple of tears running down her cheeks, she was kind of… smiling…?     “I… shouldn’t have snapped at him…” she sighed before rubbing her face.     “He’s just a huge jerk,” Rock said as he slowly vented his charged solar energy.  “I–”     “No.  For once… he was totally right, Rock.”     “He… he was?”     “Don’t think he should’ve called me the B-word or hit me, but…”     The robot in the blue armor growled… but, when Roll patted his shoulder, he calmed.     “I’m a little surprised, though…”  She shakily giggled before saying, “I didn’t think he even knew what the words ‘thank you’ meant!”     “He’s… just full of surprises, I guess?” Rock said with an uncertain grin.     The two fell silent for a second… then, Roll leaned in and hugged her twin.     “Sorry for making him mad…”     “Roll…”     They had a sweet, reflective moment.  Then, Roll leaned back with a frown…

    “We should call the Doctor.”

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