#i thought of this yesterday and spent like 4 hours nonstop drawing it.

[linkprize]

is this anything

[nightshade-minho]

-Babygirl-

Warnings: roommates!au, suggestiveness, shirtless Jisung (again), voyeurism (kind of..?), male masturbation, panty kink, implied sexual activity during driving. (Please be safe on the roads! This should never happen irl lol.)

“Jisung? JISUNG!”

The boy in question shot awake, rubbing at his eyes. He looked at you, confused.

You sighed. “You were telling me about the wedding, but you keep dozing off in between.”

“Right, right...” He said, looking like he was struggling to keep his eyes open. “I’m sorry, but it’s so late and I barely got any sleep last night. And...no offense but it’s kind of your fault.”

You nodded sheepishly. You’d spent most of last night under a really hot guy named Hyunjin that you’d met at the club, and was way too caught up in lust to care about your poor sleepy roommate.

“You really need to tone it down a bit. I bet this whole floor heard your moaning. Give it to me daddy!” He mocked, prompting you to slap his arm.

“I do NOT sound like that.”

“You do.”

You groaned, leaning back into the sofa, your hand rubbing your temple. A few seconds later, the snores resumed. You exhaled angrily, slapping Jisung’s arm to wake him.

“Ow...” he mumbled, rubbing his arm. “You’re really testing my patience, you know that? Just let me sleep in peace, babygirl.”

You knew he was mocking the way Hyunjin had called you that the previous night...but something about that word leaving Jisung’s lips had you pressing your thighs together for a moment. When you realized what you were doing, you groaned to yourself. Jisung? What were you thinking? Dude was your roommate, and not a very good one at that.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“You okay?”

You ran a hand through your hair, quickly standing up. “Yeah totally. Maybe you could tell me about this wedding later? I’m just going to go to my room...”

Without bothering to see his reaction, you briskly walked to your room, shutting the door and lying down on your bed. You couldn’t deny the frisson of arousal that had passed through you when he said that word. Every single person you slept with was well aware of how much you liked being called that.

You dug your head into your pillow, trying to expel these thoughts.

•••

You sat at the breakfast counter, groaning as you used the spoon to draw circles in your cold milk.

“Y/n. What happened yesterday?”

You looked up, and all sleep remaining in your eyes immediately disappeared as you took in Jisung, with nothing on but a pair of grey sweatpants. His hair was seemingly still wet from his shower. You watched as droplets of water fell from his strands onto his stomach, running down his abs...whose existence you knew nothing of prior to this moment.

“Nothing happened! I wasn’t feeling very well.”

He sat down next to you, pushing his hair back as he looked at you, an eyebrow raised. “Uh huh. I totally believe that.”

You felt uncomfortable with his intense gaze fixed on you, and felt yourself becoming very slightly wetter. Oh god...this can’t be happening.

“Honestly. I just wasn’t feeling very well. You know...the weather’s getting colder and I’ve never really had a strong immune system.”

He raised an eyebrow in concern, leaning in to rest his hand on your forehead, his face dangerously close to yours. You felt yourself turning red slightly.

He pulled away. “You feel fine to me.”

You cleared your throat. “It’s one of those sicknesses that don’t change your temperature or anything.”

He looked at you for a moment, like he was trying to figure you out. Finally he rolled his eyes, grabbing a granola bar from the shelf and unwrapping it slowly.

“So...the wedding?” You referenced what he was talking about yesterday, and his eyes widened.

“Oh! Oh yeah...well...I have a favour to ask of you.”

You raised your eyebrow. “What kind?”

“Well. I was hoping you’d come with me to my cousin’s wedding. Not exactly as a date or anything, I just want to prove to my bullshit childhood friends that there are others I talk to...and being able to introduce a pretty girl as my best friend would really put a damper on their egos.”

Pretty. He thought you were pretty.

Holding yourself together, you tapped your chin in mock curiosity. “If you have friends, how come I never see them come over?”

“Oh, they come over all the time. I just choose to invite them at times when I’m alone or you’re already asleep, cause I didn’t wanna disturb you. Trust me, one minute spent with my best friends and you would probably move to Antarctica the next day. And I need a roommate to pay the bills.”

You laughed, trying not to choke on the milk. Jisung grinned at you. “So is that a yes?”

Jisung’s enthusiasm was always contagious. You were more than alright with this, especially since it meant you got to attend a party. You nodded.

“So...are any of these friends attractive or-“

“NO!”

•••

You stared at the mirror, hoping you looked good. You had on a soft blue dress, with a heart-shaped cutout right on your chest. You felt cute and yet also a little sexy.

You turned around finally, satisfied, and made your way out of the room. Jisung was sitting on the couch, straightening his tie and glancing at his watch. You cleared your throat.

He looked up and gasped, trying and failing to hide his shock. “Wow, you look...you look...”

“Pretty?” You offered, grinning cheekily. He nodded. “What about me?” You gave him a thumbs-up.

“You look hot.”

“Oh do I, babygirl?” He said, chuckling right afterwards. There it was. That word again...you felt a jolt of pleasure run straight to your core.

You sat down next to him on the couch. “Are you never going to let that go?”

“Do you want me to?” He asked suggestively, and you almost slapped him.

“You’re such a dickhead.” He laughed, and got up, sneaking another glance at his watch. “Ok y/n, we’ve really got to go now. We’ve got about 4 hours worth of driving to do.”

You sighed and hoisted your bag over your shoulder. “4 fucking hours in a car stuck with you. It sounds like a medieval torture method...fucking unbearable.”

“Why? Because of all the sexual tension?” He joked, but you chose not to reply. How could you explain to your bastard roommate that he was making you feel things ~down there~? Living with this guy blurred enough lines as it is...if you fucked him, there was no going back.

You followed him to his car. You had decided to take turns- you would drive two hours, and then you’d stop at a restaurant for snacks before Jisung drove the rest.

As you got in the driver’s seat and fastened your seatbelt, you heard Jisung curse. “Why do my crappy relatives have to host their wedding so far from my fucking house...”

“Um, probably because it was more convenient to them and...oh yeah, it isn’t YOUR wedding?”

He rolled his eyes as he fumbled with his seatbelt. “You’re infuriating. Sometimes I wish I could just shut you up somehow.”

You don’t know where it came from, but you blurted, “I can think of a few ways to do that.”

Jisung’s eyes grew as wide as dinner plates. He’d been the one flirting nonstop- but they were half-jokes. Now that you’d actually replied to one with an innuendo of your own, he felt his pants tighten all of a sudden.

Jisung couldn’t deny that he was sexually attracted to you. After all, you were quite hot...when you weren’t chewing him out because he forgot to wash the dishes again.

He also couldn’t deny that he was slightly envious of the guys who got to fuck you.

There was an incident that happened a few months ago, which he still hadn’t talked to you about. And he probably never would...it was way too embarrassing.

Jisung had been in your room one night, to find a book of his that you had borrowed. You’d been out when he was rummaging through your bedside table trying to find it, but then suddenly he heard the front door click open...and judging from the moans his ears picked up, you and whoever you were with were going to come inside the room at any time.

As he heard the footsteps approach, he groaned, ducking under your bed and crouching under there. The door opened just then, and the moans and kissing sounds were significantly louder. He felt the bed dip, and soon unspeakable things were going on above him. He held his head in his hands, wanting to escape...but then your moans got to him. The way you whimpered and whined for the guy to take you...it made Jisung incredibly hard.

Clothes were being shed after that, and from his position, he watched as various articles of clothing rained on the floor in front of him. And then...there it was.

Your panties. They fell on top of the heap of discarded jeans and shirts...a tantalizingly red pair, reaching out to him, begging him to take them and use them.

And that’s how he succumbed, his hand reaching out to grab your underwear. As your moans from above filled his ears, he sniffed your wet panties, inhaling your heavenly scent...and hesitantly licked your juices that had rubbed off on them. He felt absolutely filthy as he got his cock out and used the fabric of your panties to get himself off, cumming at almost the same time you did.

It was a secret he hoped he could hold forever.

But now here you were, being suggestive... and he didn’t know if this was just his imagination, but he saw you clenching your thighs and getting slightly affected whenever he called you certain pet names.

What Jisung was about to do next was probably a bad idea, just like taking the red panties to his room that night and never returning them was.

He decided that he was going to try to rile you up again, and if you showed any signs of being into it...he was going to go for it.

“So...y/n.”

“Hmm?” You said as you concentrated on the road, your hand on the wheel.

“Exactly how do you want me to shut you up, babygirl?”

Ever so subtly you pressed your thighs together, your cheeks turning red. And that’s when Jisung finally decided...fuck it!

His hand slipped between your thighs and spread them apart, going to your cunt and rubbing it through your panties. His slender fingers pulled your panties to the side so that he could drag his digits over your exposed wet cunt, slowly pushing a finger inside.

You let out a shocked squeak followed by several groans, your eyes desperately staying trained on the road in front of you. “J-Jisung...what’re you doing?”

“Shutting my babygirl up, of course.”

[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!