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Meet Cute Marathon: Prompt 18 - Well, this is totally embarrassing. A is in the fitting room trying on clothes when the pair of jeans is too tight and gets stuck. B, the fitting room attendant, knocks on the door to ask if everything's alright, and A awkwardly asks if they can… um… help.

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Waring for Single Parent!AU and a bit out of character. Word count is 1,215 words. I hope you all enjoy the newest chapter of The Cutest Meetings Pants and a Pot of Gold.

The aquamarine jumper looked absolutely horrid with the corduroy pants that his 12 year old daughter Lucy had talked him into trying on. Not only did the jumper look horrible but he could tell his daughter was going to be just like her mother, his ex-wife Audrey, when it came to judging sizes for clothes.

"Let's have a look," his 14 year old daughter Molly teasingly called out to him.

"I would rather have my foot chewed off by a wolf than come out of this dressing room in this outfit," Percy stated, taking in his appearance in the long elegant floor length mirror on the back of the door. His red hair was disheveled from shoving the jumper over his head. Plus there was no way in Merlin's beard that he was going out there in front of his daughter with pants this tight. People were bound to think him some kind of pervert.

"Now you know how we feel," Lucy crowed triumphantly, as though making a mockery of her father was the best victory ever. "Come on. I'm sure it's not that bad, Dad."

"It's more than that bad," Percy exclaimed. "It's a heinous crime against fashion." He hoped that would appease them by talking about one of their favorite things. Fashion.

"Not going to work," Molly called back in a sing-songy voice.

"Come on out," Lucy said, giggling. "I promise we won't laugh, if that's what you're afraid of?"

It was partly what he was afraid of. The other part was the part where the pants were starting to feel like they were cutting off the circulation to his legs. With a sigh, he slowly opened the door, seeing that they weren't going to give in any time soon. He walked out turning a vivid red color that only happened when he was embarrassed about something.

"You were right," Lucy said, putting a small hand on the small of his back and pushing him back towards the dressing room. "What size were those?"

"I don't remember," he said, sighing dramatically. "I'll let you know when I have them properly off, alright?"

"You better," Molly giggled, "or we'll just guess at sizes again until we get it right?"

Percy couldn't believe how old his daughters were getting. He could remember when they were first born and very tiny. Now they were almost full grown adults.

"Better get these things off," he said to himself as he tugged on the tight fabric of the pants. They didn't budge. He tugged again with the same result.

"What's taking so long in there?" Lucy asked, concern coloring her voice, from the other side of the door.

"Um…" He didn't know how he was supposed to word this. Was he supposed to ask the girls for their help? But, no, that would be a tad bit embarrassing to be seen helping your father out of a pair of pants you forced him into.

"Dad?"

"I think I'm stuck in the pants," he said hesitantly.

"What do we do?" Molly said panic clearly in her voice through the door.

"Well we don't panic first off," Percy said, keeping a clear head during times of trouble was one of his strong suits. "Second, there's bound to be a dressing room attendant. Why don't one of you go find him and ask him to come help?"

"Or her," Molly pointed out.

Percy didn't really think that they would have a female dressing room attendant that worked the male dressing rooms. But he wouldn't tell his daughters. He'd always told them that they could do whatever they wanted. He guessed that meant that women could be male dressing room attendants too.

The sounds of two pairs of retreating footsteps caught his ears. Now that he was sure they were gone he began to tug in earnest. He didn't want anyone else to see him in this state. Especially not a perfect stranger.

It seemed like he'd been tugging and pulling on the legs of the pants forever when the sounds of footsteps approaching reached his ears. These were followed shortly after by a swift knock on the door.

"Sir, your daughter said you could use a hand in there," came a definitely masculine voice. A velvety Irish brogued voice that made his knees go weak.

"I can use a hand," Percy stuttered out nervously. "I kind of got stuck in this pair of pants and can't seem to get back out of them. No matter how hard I try."

"Well let's just open the door and see if we can't get you sorted out then," the voice answered energetically.

Opening the door slowly, Percy got his first look at the man who'd come to his rescue. He was one of the most handsomest men Percy's ever seen in his life before. Sandy-hair, big brown eyes that Percy could just drown in, and well muscled. Percy blushed as he looked down at his hands. He couldn't help but glance at the other man, catching the edge of something peeking out from between the waistband of his pants and the hem of his shirt. He'd definitely have to remember to ask about it after he was free of the pants.

"Have you tried lying on your back and wiggling them down that way?" the man, whose name tag read Oliver, asked, trying to be helpful.

"I did. It didn't work."

"Well then would you be opposed to lying on your back and me pulling the pants off?" Oliver asked with a flirty wink, which must have been Percy's imagination.

"I suppose that could possibly work."

Oliver nodded towards the floor and waited patiently for Percy to comply. He undid the button and zipper, taking hold of the waistband of the pants. "This is the difficult part," he said, taking a breath. "Are you ready to suck in your breath while I pull?"

"Suck in my breath?"

"To slim out your stomach."

Percy's face turned that vivid shade of embarrassed red again as he nodded and sucked in big deep breath. He watched as Oliver easily had the pants off in no time.

"Thank you, Oliver."

"You're welcome…."

"Percy." Percy supplied for the handsome man.

"You're welcome, Percy." He pulled out a piece of paper and quickly jot something down and handed it to Percy. "Do you need any more help?"

"Actually," Percy said, realizing that the thing he'd seen earlier was a tattoo, "I was wondering what kind of tattoo you had? I'm thinking of getting one and wanted to see what yours looked like."

Oliver chuckled and nodded. It was clear that he didn't believe that story but it didn't stop him raising the hem of his shirt and lowering his waistband. Right above his pelvis was a rainbow ending in a pot of gold.

"A pot of gold?" Percy asked.

Oliver nodded. "But most of the fellows are always after me lucky charms, if you know what I mean?" He backed out of the dressing room after straightening his clothes. "If you're interested give me a call."

Percy watched the cocky man saunter away from. He, for sure, knew that he would be using the man's number once the girls had gone back to Audrey's and he was alright with that.

I hope you all enjoyed Pants and a Pot of Gold as much as I enjoyed writing it.