#i opened ao3 yesterday and there are 60 fics of the pair so maybe it won't be that hard to find

[blue-bird-lamentation]

A friend of mine has been watching a streamer playing 13 sentinels and, as we talked a bit (not much since the game is such a mess, in a good way, but like, you can't say much without spoiling it), i suddenly started remembering the plot of some hijioki fics i read and it was such a weird moment cause i had totally forgotten i had read those. They were so good and i don't even know if i can find them again cause i did not save them...

[lavienjin]

dress down | a jjk drabble

Summary: There's a sale going on in your favourite store so you nag Jungkook to take you. One stuck zipper later, Jungkook joins you inside, to "help" you out of the dress.

♠ Pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader ♠ Word Count: 2,143 2.2k ♠ Genre/AU: college au • fwb to lovers au ♠ Rating: 18+. This fic and the series itself is not suitable for younger audiences. ♠ Warnings: semi-public sex • hair pulling • multiple orgasms • oral (f. receiving) • protected sex • dirty talk • name calling (slut) • the return of moon's mirror kink ♠ Author's Note: this work can be read as a stand alone but it's actually a drabble for pen pals! i wrote it super quickly so it does go from 0 to 100 real quick because i wanted it out there as soon as possible hehe! it's also written for the lovely rid @taegularities who inspires me to write after ruining me with "ruin you". yes i am the galaxy anon and i just! was too shy! i hope you enjoy it, rid! @sunshinekims sophie, thank you so much for being my beta reader! i appreciate all the comments and the correction!!! thank you for being patient with me ;; i can't wait for your jungkook fic to come out 👀

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"Come to the mall with me?" you bat your eyelashes towards Jungkook, a dance of a smile on your face as you pout. "You're the only person I know that's available and has a car, right now," you explain when Jungkook's eyebrow darts upwards to the high heavens.

"And here I thought you hate spending time with me," he chuckles as he closes his textbook, standing up to stretch his tired limbs.

You're in his apartment, to no one's surprise, and after spending hours in front of your laptop, your phone notifies you of a flash sale happening in one of your favourite stores. In big red letters, the promotion boasts 60% off of everything and your eyes turned wide instantly, imagining the beautiful dresses you've been eyeing since last month. As luck would have it, you've also just gotten paid yesterday and after setting aside money for rent and utilities, you have more than enough to spend on at least a dress.

"Come on, I'll buy you lunch if you take me. Please?"

Jungkook sighs in defeat, shaking his head as he stands up to grab his keys, unlocking the apartment door. Dejected, you thought he was leaving, until he lingers on the doorframe, throwing a cheeky grin in your direction.

"You coming?" he calls out as he steps foot outside. You squeal inwardly, putting on your shoes hastily to join him in the corridor.

---

You can swear to high heavens that you're a decent member of society. Sure, there were times when you lied to your parents about your whereabouts and maybe you've rolled through a stop sign without actually coming to a complete stop. But it doesn't make you a bad person for doing those things, right? This time, however, you just might have taken things a bit too far.

Your mouth gapes open at the silent moan you can't utter. The reflection in the mirror shows an image of a girl in a bright yellow dress, forehead dotted with sweat and eyes half-lidded, all while she’s rutting her hips against the beautiful face of a boy on his knees. His fingers dig into her thighs as his tongue swipes alphabets on her weeping cunt.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmurs from underneath your dress, his fingers leaving your thighs to drag against your slit, pushing into your entrance slightly as you tremble at the feeling. "You have to be extra quiet for me, okay?" Jungkook smirks as he pops the finger in his mouth, licking his digits clean, humming approvingly at your taste.

Whimpering quietly, you nod, locking your eyes on his dark pupils for a moment before Jungkook smiles, returning to his task at hand. "You taste so good, baby," he praises, dragging his tongue along your cunt, drinking in your arousal, eyes shining so bright as he watches for your reactions.

"Jungkook - I can't," you rasp above him, getting agonizingly close to your release as you roll your hips on his face again, a low groan emitting from his throat. "Gonna cum, fuck!" Your gasping breath replaces the moan of his name, knowing that you can't be too loud in your otherwise compromised position. If someone were to walk by, there's no denying the squelch, squelch, squelch of your pussy swallowing his fingers in. You're not sure who to thank, never one to believe in the higher power, but the store is incredibly busy, coworkers shouting among each other and patrons laughing all around you, allowing you to moan a little louder as he edges you closer.

"Cum for me," he groans, thrusting his fingers faster in your cunt and using his thumb to swipe circles on your sensitive clit. It doesn't take long when you whine wantonly in a broken voice, thighs trembling as clear liquid dribble down your thighs, your walls spasming around his digits. Jungkook is quick to react, licking your arousal flowing freely down your leg and drinking it all in as he helps you through your orgasm, his hands on your hips as your body shakes violently.

You try to catch your breath, pretending to be upset at the situation that thrusts itself in this confined space, but all your thoughts slip from your mind when Jungkook stands, pants straining against his thick length as he rolls his hips against you, kissing at your neck to leave small purple marks behind. "Think you can do one more?" he whispers, dragging his perfect teeth on the shell of your earlobe.

Breathing hard, you grab his neck to crash your lips into his, nipping your way into his mouth as you card your fingers through his hair, tugging at the purple locks harshly. Go bald, Jungkook, you motherfucker, you want to screech, but the workers probably wouldn't be too thrilled to know that there's an extra person in the dressing room. Plus, this was sort of your idea. So you grab at his length instead, palming his erection as he moans into the kiss; Jungkook's arm around your waist and the other resting by your head to avoid crushing you. "You brought a condom with you, right?" you gasp when your lips part, needing air to survive.

"Always," Jungkook winks, digging in his back pocket to fish out the familiar gold packet. You undo his belt, letting it thud on the floor as you free his erection from its confines. Jungkook moans quietly when the cold air hits his cock, the red, weeping head twitching slightly as his back arches. Ripping the foil, he stuffs himself in the condom, pumping his length a few times and shoving the trash in another pocket.

"Face the wall," he commands as he strokes his cock to your ruined body.

You scowl but you do as you're told, gathering up the dress so it bunches around your hips as you place your hands against the cold, white plywood. Jungkook lines himself with your entrance and inch by glorious fucking inch, he pushes past your velvet walls, the two of you moaning quietly in unison. He slips out quickly only to slam back in one fluid motion, sheathing himself fully inside you, sending shivers down your spine as you claw at the white walls of the dressing room. You sneak a glance at the mirror, marveling at the way your bodies are connected with one another, watching Jungkook's blissful, fucked out face. His head's tipped backwards, mouth hanging open at the sensation of your walls spasming around him.

"Fuck," Jungkook breathes as he grabs your hips, thrusting slowly into your fluttering walls. He gathers your hair in a ponytail, testing the tug a few times. When you don't respond, he tugs a little harder, your body leaving the wall, back arching towards him, moaning sinfully as you bring your eyes towards the mirror to watch him fuck you.

“Ah-- Jung--”

"Miss? I heard a shout... Is everything okay in there?" comes a knock from the door, startling the two of you into halting.

"Y-Yes!" you squeak rather loudly. "Sorry, my hair got stuck in the zipper."

"Do you need help, miss?" the worker asks worryingly. You pray silently that she doesn't come into the room, knowing that she has the key to unlock the door at any point in time.

"No!" comes your hasty reply and you take big breaths in before saying it again. "I'm okay, th-thanks!"

The worker seems uncertain and she starts making polite conversation, unaware to the sinful actions that are currently happening behind the thin plywood door. "Do you want me to grab you another colour of the dress? I think the mint one will look good with your skin tone!"

You try to answer her questions as best as you could, but your mind halts to a complete stop when Jungkook continues to fuck into you slowly, a mischievous smirk on his lips when the two of you lock eyes in the mirror. He brings a finger on his lips as he drags his cock into your weeping pussy, the sound of skin against skin ringing loudly against the confined walls, though you know no one else can hear it. Your hand flies to your mouth to cover the moan that's threatening to spill from your throat and you clench your pussy in revenge, relishing the grunt that tumbles from Jungkook's lips.

"Miss? Do you want the mint one?" the worker's voice snapping you from your fucked out thoughts.

You nod fervently before realising that there isn't a way for her to see your action. Just as you're about to speak, Jungkook drags his cock out of you before slamming in harshly, his hands tug harder on your hair. "Yes!" you cry out, gasping for breath.

"O-Okay! I'll go get that for you," the worker knocks once to signify her departure, probably surprised at your excited cry.

You glare at Jungkook in the mirror, though it doesn't last long when he repeats the action, driving you close to the brink of insanity as you struggle to keep your eyes open. He picks up the pace, driving his cock into your cunt deeper when he hears a commotion going outside, (something about a rip in one of the dresses) bringing your body flush against his as his arm snakes around your waist, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

"You're so beautiful in this dress, you should get it," he gasps in your ear, releasing your hair to find your clit, rubbing harshly to help aid your orgasm along.

"With the - ah, fuck, there - mess we've created? I'd be too embarrassed to - ah - return it. So, of course I'm buying this fucking dress," you whisper, turning your head slightly towards him so he hears you.

"Yeah? Such a needy slut. You knew what you were doing when you asked me to help zip you up, didn't you? Fuck, this dress doesn't even have a zipper. You just can't go without my cock for a day, huh? Dirty fucking slut wants everyone to know how good you feel. Look in the mirror - fuck - you're so good to me. You take my cock so well. You're going to cum right here, then? In the fucking dressing room where everyone can hear you?" Jungkook taunts as he brings you dangerously closer towards the edge, whines leaving your lips as his grip tightens around you.

Jungkook growls as your pussy tightens, the dangerous combination of his fingers and cock dragging out a second orgasm from you. The familiar burn in your stomach causes your body to thrash against his grip, but he holds you steady, whispering how well you're taking his cock and to wait until the two of you get home because he isn't quite finished with you yet. You manage a strangled cry and a hiss of his name as your body goes rigid, the waves of pleasure bringing you over the edge, relishing in the toe-curling orgasm as your body spasms under his touch.

He fares no better, feeling your walls constrict against his cock and with a harsh yet quiet groan of your name, he paints the condom white, thrusting a few more times into your ruined cunt to prolong his orgasm. Jungkook kisses your shoulders as he exits out of you, removing the condom and tying it up in one fluid motion, placing it inside one of the small bags to throw out later.

As you try to catch your breath, there's a quiet knock on the door again. "Miss? I have the mint dress hanging out front here. Come, uh, come grab it from outside when you're ready," she says hesitantly and you hear the squeaking of her footsteps dragging her away from your sinful deeds.

"Do you think she knows?" Jungkook chuckles as he wipes your hair away from your damp forehead.

"Did you hear the strangled way she says 'come'? There's no way she doesn't know," you giggle, turning towards the mirror to fix yourself while you shrug on your discarded clothes on the floor.

"How much does the dress cost anyw- holy fucking shit, are all women's clothes this expensive?" Jungkook balks at the zeroes that attach itself behind the two digit numbers.

"First of all, it's on sale for 60%, so it's not going to be that expensive. Second of all, I have to buy this dress, Jungkook. It's cute. And we soiled it," you pout as you poke his chest, gathering up the folded fabric to make a swift exit away from the dressing room.

And maybe it's just your imagination, but perhaps the two of you aren't being discreet enough, even though you made sure to exit separately, because the cashier has a pink flush on her face as she scans your item with trembling hands, unable to hold your gaze. With a sigh and an empty bank account, you leave the store feeling somewhat defeated, knowing that it'll be a long time before you're able to step foot inside the store again.

Oh well, there's always online shopping.

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[fandoms-equal-life]

Rewriting Their Stars Once Again - The Greatest Showman Fanfiction

Chapter 9: The Unexpected 

Originally Posted on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13365846/chapters/58354609

Summary: 

An unexpected visitor comes to the circus and Anne leaves the house, even though she is on bedrest. What now? 

Notes: 

Hey people. I know what you’re thinking, this girl is going to apologize for not posting and say she’ll do better. But guess what people?

THIS FIC HAS BEEN PRE-WRITTEN!!!After this chapter, there are 4 more that I will be posting once a week until they are all posted. This way I can be sure everything is perfect and all of you guys have a guarantee.Thanks to everyone who stayed even though I began writing this over two years ago. The end is near, and I am proud I made it.

Nine months.

Anne cannot believe she made it to the nine-month mark.

Over and over again, the doctor told her how dangerous this pregnancy would be.

But she made it anyways.

Phillip has complete faith in her, as always. He reassures her that she will deliver their children safe and sound, and that everything will turn out okay.  

Anne did not have the same faith.

She was so miserable, large, and hormonal. Her body was preparing for labor and in the process ruining her days

Anne was supposed to be on bed rest 24/7 now. Phillip did everything he could to keep her busy, renting her new library books daily, giving her paper to write and draw on, and retelling his day down to every tiny detail.

Also, someone from the circus came to check in on her every couple hours if Phillip could not. Even Daniel came to her rescue a couple times.

But there was only so much books and people could do for her. When she was alone, the depressing thoughts invaded her mind and the pain in her body ached more.

Anne shared everything with Phillip, she has spent countless nights crying into his chest. He tried to soothe her pain, foot and back massages, warm baths, natural remedies the doctor recommended. But he could never experience, let alone imagine, what she was going through.

Her doctor reassured her that this was all normal, but Anne felt like no one had any understanding of what is happening in her body. No one really did, except Charity.

Charity has experienced pregnancy twice. While it was not to the same extent, she still shared this pain once. And that was enough for Anne.

Anne would sob into Charity’s shoulders when she felt hopeless. When Anne felt okay, she would tell the other mother baby names she loved but would never use. Sometimes they even laughed about dreams Anne had for her future children.

But the truth always creeped up on these happy moments.

~

Phillip could not believe it.

They reached the nine-month mark.

Well, Anne did all the hard work.

While Phillip was so excited for what is to come, life was so hard. He kept on a brave face for Anne and everyone worried about her.

But today was one of the harder days. Phillip knew Anne was suffering, and there was little he could do. She has been cooped up in the house for over a month. He missed her all the time, even when he was dancing in the ring.

Now he sits in his office with Daniel. They have been trying to come with ways to make the money needed to stay open until summer.

Daniel has been sneaking to the circus to help Phillip. They had decided that Daniel would break the news to their parents that another son had joined the circus until after the birth. This family did not need the extra drama right now.

Daniel is pacing the small tent office. Phillip could tell he had something to say, but he was forming the argument in his mind. In the meantime, Phillip’s head was laying on the desk, deep in thought about his Anne.

Finally, Daniel blurts, “Look I need to tell you something. It may make or break the circus.”

Phillip raises his head in confusion. The pair have been brainstorming for weeks about what to do, only thinking of short-term solutions.

“What is it, Daniel?” Phillip responds.

“Yesterday, when you went home early to be with Anne, I was walking around the main tent, pacing and thinking. When I was about to pick up my coat to go home, a man walked in. He looked about 60, nice suit, and with warm brown eyes.

I told him the circus was closed and that he should come back tomorrow when he asked, ‘Are you Phillip Carlyle?’

“I was curious what he had to say. I answered, that depends, who are you?

“This man gave me the biggest, goofiest smile and introduced himself to me,

‘I am Frank Potter, owner of textiles factories all over the country. I am not one to brag but I thought you should know since I have a proposition for you.’”

Phillip perked up at this. He knew the name; his father hated the man and often spoke of him in distaste. His father thought he was too soft to be a successful businessman. Phillip later learned that he was wealthier than his father and the jealously of that fact ran through his veins.

“What did you say?” Phillip asked.

Daniel continued “I said that while I am not Phillip Carlyle, I am his brother, Daniel Carlyle, and that we were in business together. I invited him to sit on one of the benches and inquired about his proposition. Mr. Potter continued,

‘My granddaughter, Emily, loves your circus you see and whenever she and her mother visit me, I take her here. Her favorite act is the acrobat siblings, she even met the woman last year. Anne was her name, the only reason I know this is because my granddaughter talked about her nonstop for the rest of her trip. We came in March and she noticed that the woman acrobat had been replaced. When we were leaving, I spotted Anne with the ringmaster, with child! Emily wanted to say hello, but the pair looked distressed, so I told her next time.’”

Daniel paused for a moment, but Phillip could tell his brother’s excitement building. He was not really sure what Daniel was telling him.

Daniel started up again, “After this story about his granddaughter, he assured me that there was a point to his long-windedness.

‘Now Mr. Carlyle, while my granddaughter noticed the absence of your acrobat, I noticed the absence of the crowd. I also looked into the ringmaster’s eyes. I recognized the emotion in them immediately: exhaustion. He hid it well, but I am both a father and a businessman, so I saw right through the jolly songs and dances.

‘Unfortunately, at the time, I was dealing with a lot myself. My daughter Margaret, Emily’s mother, had fallen ill. Her husband and Emily’s father had run away from them two years prior because of his gambling debt. I have been supporting them in New Hampshire ever since, as we did not want to uproot Emily’s life after such a big change. But when the doctor told Margaret that she may not live through this, I rushed to New Hampshire.

‘I tried my hardest to keep her alive, but I failed her. She passed away a month later, making me promise her that I would take care of Emily.’”

At this point, Phillip was beyond confused on why this random man had told his life story to his brother. Daniel could see the confusion written on his face and assured him this story had a point. Phillip gestured for Daniel to continue.

“After giving my condolences about his daughter, Frank explains, ‘It was very hard, but I had to stay strong for Emily. My wife passed away before Emily was born, so I knew grief. I was preparing to move Emily to New York to live with me, but she refused to leave. For a week straight I tried to coax her into telling me why she did not want to leave. I was at my wit’s end when I was about to go into her room to talk, when I saw her with Rosie, the maid’s daughter.

‘Emily was crying into Rosie’s shoulder, and to my surprise, Rosie was holding her like a friend. It finally hit me why Emily wished to stay, she did not want to leave her best friend.

‘I figured she hid the friendship from me due to her mother wishes. The world is cruel to people like Rosie and her mother, Annie. Her mother wanted to keep them all safe.

‘It turns out that Annie’s husband had left her too, before Rosie was born. The pair bonded on that, and Margaret hired her as a in house maid and nanny. Margaret and Emily grew close to Annie and Rosie over the next few years and had become a little family.

‘I told Annie that I would love if she worked for me and Emily in New York. Annie deciding to take me up on my offer is what started my brand-new life. I do not know if you have children Mr. Carlyle, but hearing those girls laugh and run around my home has given me more joy than I thought an old man could have.

‘This all made me think back to your circus sir, especially with the similarity of names between our people. I started to inquire about the business and heard the circus was on hard times, no matter how hard Mr. Phillip Carlyle tried to hide it.’”

Phillip frowned at the point in the story.

Daniel ignored this frown and continued, “That is when, finally, he told me about his proposition.

‘Because of what this circus means to my family I want to help. While I hate to brag, I have more money than I know what to do with. I wish to sponsor the circus and help put the circus back in order. After that, if I see the circus continue to prosper for the years to come, I want to fund a tour across the country. People need the joy that this circus produces, and I intend on bringing it to them.’”

Phillip perked up on the mention of a sponsor. He never thought he could convince someone to back him and this craziness.

This is when Phillip asked, “What does this mean?”

He was not sure why he asked this instead of Daniel’s response. Maybe because that did not matter.

Phillip felt something build inside his chest: hope.

~

Anne could not figure out what was happening.

She was alone in the apartment. She had finished the latest book Phillip had brought her and was staring at the ceiling. For what felt like the hundredth time today, tears started to well in her eyes.

That is when she felt something in her lower back. It was not a kick from one of her babies, she knows that feeling very well.

Anne started to panic. And this is where, if Anne tells this story, she lost it. (Phillip would reassure people later that she had not “lost it”, but instead an instinct.)

Anne knew one thing and one thing only, she needed Phillip now.

She dressed quickly and rushed down the stairs. Well, as quick as someone has pregnant as her could.

Phillip had talked to every doorman at their apartment to make sure Anne does not leave. She may or may not have tried to make an escape a of couple times.

But miraculously, the man at the door was new. Phillip was so preoccupied with the circus right now; he had not noticed the newly hired man. She calmly waddled over to the man and asked for a carriage to be called for her. The doorman looked like he wanted to protest, but he needed this job and decided to do what the scary pregnant lady wanted.

Five minutes later, and with a little help boarding the carriage, Anne was off to her circus.

~

Phillip shakes hands with Mr. Frank Potter, the newest sponsor of the circus.

After Daniel’s long-winded tale, he told Phillip that Mr. Potter would be coming tonight to talk to him. Mr. Potter would also be bringing his family for a little tour.

The family arrived at 5 p.m. The woman and one of the girls wrapped heavily in a disguise. Once safely inside, Phillip saw that Emily and Rosie were probably only a year or two older than Helen.

Phillip gave them a tour of the circus preparing for the show tonight. P.T., Charity, Caroline, and Helen were present tonight as P.T. was taking Phillip’s place until after the babies were born. Frank was very excited to meet the man behind the circus, while the little girls were memorized by the acrobats’ shiny costumes.

Once the tour was over, Lettie and Charity talked with Annie, Rosie, and Emily while Frank talked with Phillip and Daniel.

The older man did not want much. First, he asked for free entry to the circus for his family and any of his guests, as if this was the most important part of the deal. He also expressed after helping the circus overcome the current difficulties, that he wanted to be updated monthly about finances. Frank explains that he desires to be a partner in the business, but not take it for himself. Finally, if they began touring, he wanted to go with them. He wanted Annie, Rosie, and Emily to experience life outside of the city.

Phillip was ecstatic! After years of working so hard to keep his family afloat, a miracle walked through his door. Frank Potter cared about this circus because of what it means to him, what Anne means to his granddaughter, and what he thinks this circus could mean to the world.

The brothers did not have to think much about this offer. One glance between them and the decision was made.

Phillip stood up and reached out to Frank Potter’s hand, “Sir, you have yourself a deal.”

~

Anne was sure at this point this was a mistake.

She had not been in a carriage in months. It felt too small for her and she was sweating profusely. There was no turning back now.

When Anne had finally made it to the circus and lumbered out of the carriage, she felt dizzy. She stumbled into the tent where the performers dressed, and Phillip’s office was located. As she stood there, in pain, sweaty, pregnant, and filled with worry, Phillip and Daniel walked out of his office with a man she had never seen before.

This man did not matter to Anne at the moment, only her Phillip. The person that she traveled for.

“Phillip!” Anne called as she took a few steps towards him.

Everyone turned toward Anne. She looked the wreck. She was red in the face, waddling slowly towards Phillip, her clothes barely fit her, and she looked like she was in extreme pain.

Phillip started to dash forward when the both stopped.

Water had stared to pour on the ground underneath Anne. The couple stopped in their tracks. The room went silent.

Anne’s water had broken.

~

Chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 10 ~ 11

End Note: 

I realize this story is extremely historically inaccurate but if Hugh Jackman can do it, then so can I. 

I am never intending to be offensive in anyway. If you have a problem with my fanfic, let me know. 

Also, I wish I could tell you why I enjoyed writing Frank Potter’s backstory so much?? 

See you next week!