#sakumos

they meet through seb ofc because they do that in every life probably (i don't know did they meet through seb originally I JUST DON'T KNOW) but

seb + junior were friends since they were little just like normal except minus magic so when junior ran off to join the circus she somehow persuaded seb to come with her and i'm not exactly sure how hey laura do you wanna get involved. anyway (unless there are objections winks) seb doesnt like jump off of things or anything because he's not a maniac he actually just sells tickets in the mornings and then runs a booth thing i always forget what they're called. boardwalk games, maybe? he does one of those, probably like a ring toss or something, and he probably gets paid better than junior does even though junior's job is relatively dIFFICULT and she gets mad about it but she also likes to brag about making him join the circus

he doesnt rly get the bragging thing like its not a big deal junior pls also he probably would not stay as long as junior would (he's probably relatively unimpressed and unfulfilled with hashtag circus life it was a fun idea but he probably regrets it a lot) (idk obviously i am not in charge of seb's life) (laura *u*)

as far as what the other two do i know you already know this (indie) but val does aerial silks because it's classy as fuck and really neat and pretty and lahvly and almost everyone likes aerial silks lbr (also it's really ~graceful and finessed and the most common injuries are minor ones like sprains and silk burn) (i did some research ok i'm sorry) (SO ANYWAY there's some risk but not to the point where it's stupid)

idk where val came from but she joined after twist and seb like maybe a year later or something seb and val probably knew each other from secondary school or like. mb seb left after his first year of university or something we just dont' know that would work though

anyway junior's a human cannonball i don't know what to tell you about that really

(alright yes i do) (they don't use actual gunpowder so) (it's actually not too... unsafe if you compare injuries to the amount of ~*~shots~*~ each cannonball does but um) (i guess like thirty of the fifty people who have ever been human cannonballs eventually die during a stunt uh sorry) (suitably ridiculously dangerous) (but also very carefully planned) (a crowdpleaser except parents who dont want their kids to get any bad ideas)

anyway yes they meet through seb and it's initally weird as expected partially bc it's sort of a thing that's not a thing (junior doesn't kNOW WHY CAN'T I MEET UR GIRLFRIENDS SEB) (she s not my girlfriend) (oh good) (Awesome actually) (what) (nothing nothing) (this post desnt make sense) 

junior technically meets val by creeping in and freaking seb out and asking if she's his girlfriend that is literally what i wrote out sorry seb

anyway omg then there's a big blank spot i guess the way i was going to write it VAL SPRAINS SOMETHING and omfg

junior gives her a shoulder massage or s/t to soothe her pain and there's sass and wisecracking but that's just normal

and also 'you should be more careful' says the girl who gets shot out of a cannon every night 

(it's fun don't u think it looks like fun i'll show u sometime) (and then she does) (she shows her how the cannon works but that's a different date)

pretty much everything consists of psuedo-dates and smooching before shows and sometimes on their nights off and INVITING EACH OTHER HOME FOR CHRISTMAS and sebs always invited too but man things are a lil awkward probably or maybe not we're not sure maybe not bc things werent super serious so thats one good thing

anyway thats p much it i  guess

junior calls her job 'cannonballin' she's a cannonballer hashtag cannonballin

everyone thinks its ridiculous but she is rly passionate about itand (the first kiss happens @ the end of the cannon demonstration alright)

also i was going to write a thing where junior brings val dinner after her act

except it's not actually dinner it's just cotton candy because she's a shit

how can you even eat that anymore junior please

it s great u dont understand

(nathan's probably a lion tamer or something and seb and wes can bond over how stupid everyone is omg)

(please stop me before i give everyone a role)

and then someone dies

"sammy, i--"

"why."

waker ignored him and continued to flip through the cook book until he found a seemingly simple pie recipe. "shut up and help me get the ingredients we need together."

sammy wanted to protest again - god, he wanted to - but instead he sighed loudly before finally joining waker at the kitchen counter and peering over his shoulder to look at the ingredient's list. naturally, he rested his chin on waker's shoulder and skimmed over the relatively short list of supplies. at the very least, they already had everything they would need.

very reluctantly, sammy turned away from waker to gather the sugar and cornstarch. the recipe called for strawberry gelatin but he figured jelly would work just as well, right?

"shouldn't we be making pumpkin pie? or pecan?" sammy asked, one elbow on the countertop as he leaned over it and looked at waker. "they're more festive."

"i don't really give a shit about festive right now, you know?" waker replied easily, already pouring the first ingredients into a saucepan. "we have about 9 hours to make this and we're not going out to buy anything else."

"i told you not to wait until the last minute."

"you most certainly did not." waker was stirring everything together as he waited for it to boil. or thicken. or whatever the fuck it was supposed to be doing that it wasn't doing yet.

sammy slid closer to where waker was cooking at the stove. "i did. i also suggested that we ask greta for help."

"i believe your exact words were: 'can't we just make walt's girlfriend do this, she's good at it and you'll probably burn the apartment down.' actually."

sammy grinned. yeah, that sounded about right. "i stand by that."

waker elbowed sammy in the stomach, his hand still gripping the wooden spoon as he stirred. "you're one to talk considering how badly you burned those eggs this morning."

"excuse me for trying to keep us from getting salmonella."

"people eat raw eggs all the time, you're dramaticising."

while waker's eyes were still focused on the sugar/water/cornstarch/whatever heating in the saucepan, sammy slowly made his way behind the other boy and wrapped his arms around his waist, making sure to turn the burner's heat off first. "it's boiling," he stated simply, quietly, his lips almost touching waker's ear.

slowly, he did as instructed. he wasn't sure whether to be suspicious or not. with mary, it was always best to be cautious.

suddenly, he heard the opening notes of a vaguely familiar song start playing from the kitchen. this did very little to relieve his confusion.

just as the first lyric began, mary emerged from the kitchen, wearing an article of clothing dirk had certainly never seen before. perhaps he should have suspected something like this, but as always, mary managed to throw him off again. and...he was still kind of confused. until he finally tore his eyes away from her body and realised that she was lip-synching along to the song. and then he actually started to listen.

...i've been an awful good girl, santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight. 

he scarcely noticed that her arms had been tucked behind her back (he was finding it just a tiny bit difficult to be very observant at all right now) until she was yanking a santa hat out and placing it on dirk's head. with a wink, of course. he managed a smile at that.

mary turned on her heel to circle around the coffee table, her hands placed firmly on her hips -- her hips which were swinging much more than necessary, he couldn't help but notice.

think of all the fun i've missed,

a pout.

think of all the fellas that i haven't kissed.

a smirk.

next year i could be oh so good

mary put her hands on each arm of dirk's chair

if you check off my christmas list

she leaned in closer, and just as he thought she was about to kiss him, she sharply pulled back.

santa honey,

she smiled sweetly.

i want a yacht and really that's not

a shrug.

a lot

did she really want a yacht? was that the whole point of this display? because she could have just asked. though he never would have pinned mary for a yacht type of person.

she swiftly turned back around to face him, throwing herself forward to straddle him just in time for the next lyrics.

i've been an angel all year

she grinned that devilish grin of hers and wrapped her arms around his neck.

santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.

the music played on, but she was done mouthing the lyrics.

"welcome home," she said, easily speaking over the music.

"you know," he said as he rested his hands on her thighs. "you don't usually welcome me like this."

"i know," she smiled, finally leaning in to give him a kiss. "but it's the holidays and i'm in the christmas spirit."

"i think you've got me in the spirit now, too."

she placed a quick kiss on his nose. "that was the plan."

"now," she moved forward to wrap her legs around his waist. "bedroom, please."

he laughed. "i'm starting to think this was all a scheme to get me to carry you upstairs so you wouldn't have to walk."

"there were many motives here, dirk. that may have been one of them, i will neither confirm nor deny."

he shook his head before getting to his feet and heading upstairs.