Hi! I'm soap, I like writing, I mostly write fanfiction. I'm nototorius for NEVER finishing the series' I start. I really enjoy Hamilton, Marvel, Stranger things, Harry potter, the marauders, PJO, TUA, SPN, PHM (and other Ryan Gosling works)-- and obviously, the rain. You can find me on Wattpad by princesssoap 💛
I am Princess Soap! That is my REAL, ACTUAL name because I am full of joy, whimsy, and sparkles.
YES I am a real princess, and this blog is my kingdom, which means I get to do whatever I want, which is most likely start a brand new series to avoid one I never finished!
I love classic rock, or really any oldies, and I'm a big fan of some newer stuff (shoutout hozier I love you). Unfortunately I am victim to some of the basic white girl music taste and I like Taylor Swift and Sabrina Carpenter a CONCERNING amount... but in a very cool and different way then everyone else because I'm niche and amazing.
I'm in a shit ton of fandoms, so instead of listing them all, I've chosen instead to list all of my fictional husbands, who I may or may not write about. in no particular order...
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dean winchester
steve harrington
steve rogers
peter parker (both TH and AG)
soldier boy
billy butcher
ryland grace
harry james potter
james potter
theodore nott
blaise zabini
kenji kishimoto
rafael solano
pope heyward
luke castellan
five hargreeves
shawn hunter
marquis de lafayette
(I also have quite a few celebrity crushes: ryan gosling, jensen ackles, chris evans. roles these actors have in smaller series' or movies may also be written about. and aside from actors, i also happen to have the fattest crush on flamingo. like the roblox youtuber. just a tid bit of information. potential fluff, but i personally think smut about a real person is kind of strange)
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i have i get in the mood to write, so feel free to leave requests/ little ideas you liked and don’t have the energy to write but DO NOT get your mind set on it.
i didn't grow up on tumblr! i was a wattpad girl and honestly my writing has been pretty shite before the last year or so. my internal monologue is either way too drawn out, boring, and wordy to the point it sounds like bridgerton, or its non existent-- and there is no in between.
english IS my first language, i'm just lazy and easily distracted (must be the adhd), if you see grammatical errors, you will be beheaded. just kidding! not really. its my kingdom and i will behead if i want to.
im not gonna be one of those people that asks minors not to interact-- i'm 18 this year myself and definitely was not when i wrote most of this-- especially the smut. i will ask that if you're under 16 (which is the legal age of consent where i live) that you do not interact. feel free to read, but i don't want to know anything about it.
i don't write familial stuff, or found family and what not. it will work its way into my actual serious fics, but the main focus for me is always going to be romance.
my smut is a reflection of my own desires, which means most likely it will not be vanilla. and if you're hoping to find a writer who writes male sub and female dom-- you have come to the dead wrong place. there will be warnings for what each fic contains-- if you don't like it, please just scroll away. i'm not going to lie to you and tell you the general society thinks everything i'm into is acceptable, but if my kinks were normal i wouldn't be very interesting, now would i?
i'm gonna post my more serious, long fics here-- which are mostly OC x character and follow the plot of whatever media. most all of my fics contain smut, i'm sorry if that upsets you? there will be plenty of warnings i swear it. i'm also gonna try and post some one shots if they come to me? not sure, i'm honestly not super farmilar with writing those.
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thats all your princess has for now-- please, as my loyal subjects, feel free to chat with me whenever!
they should've had sam making more jokes about his and dean's negligible age gap "are your knees okay" after digging up a grave. "ask if they give out senior citizen discounts" at random motels/diners. "the first vic died in 1843. any chance you knew her?" during research. come on man younger sibling 101
i don’t even think i have any dean mutuals on here but i had a like half awake dream like a premonition about a dean winchester one shot after a sideways hunt where the reader needs an embarrassing amount of praise …. smut included ofc 😛… i’m so excited about this.
unfortunately i do genuinely cry at the student made “call i’m sick, call i’m angry” edits of ryland grace and ticci toby and pretty much everyone else
When people justify using gen AI by talking about how it allows them to do (insert creative hobby) it sends me into a blind rage. The whole point of the creative hobby is to use your brain. Having a machine do it for you defeats the purpose. That’s like saying you’re getting into running marathons then just driving the 42km
scenario - you've just moved in with your boyfriend, who is a pretty popular youtuber, after six months!
contents - established relationship, use of pet names, tooth rotting fluff, domestic, albert and his girlfriend fight like kids, father’s day angst.
additional - writing smut about real people is weird as fuck. no smut here!
he/him pronouns version available here
Over the last week or so, you've rather suddenly come to terms with the fact that your boyfriends work schedule is nothing like yours.
While you both share a common three-thing-a-week similarity, his are videos of him playing silly little video games that he can create anytime he's ready, as long as he meets his quota.
Your Monday, Wednesday, Thursday schedule was a little different. Your office was a pretty spacious cubicle with a big drawing board and a huge monitor. Two big screens, and it was perfect. You worked from home the rest of the days, which at your office meant you did nothing unless you had an unfinished project. Interior design-- once you got your foot in the door, was pretty good money for designing and looking over a bunch of drawings. It wasn't your dream job, but being an architect wasn't exactly the most reliable career.
Moving in with Albert had been a definite transition. He was up in the wee hours of the night filming videos. You'd wake up to an empty bed-- which you were fine with. It was his schedule, it was working for him, and you did not want to derail his work at all. He usually kept the office to his door shut, and you respected that.
But tonight was just different for some reason. You couldn't go back to sleep, not by a long shot. You'd tossed and turned for a half hour, watched some TV for another half hour, and no luck. You'd usually snuggle up to his pillow and go right back to sleep, or you wouldn't wake up at all until the morning.
You padded through your house. You'd always lived in apartments before now-- aside from your childhood home-- but with his... volume, he's always had to live in standalones. You made your way through the living room, closed off from the kitchen and entry way. His office was on the other side of the house. You figured if you could listen to his voice for a few minutes, maybe that might put you to sleep. You weren't this clingy normally, you swore.
The office was open, the door slightly ajar. He wasn't yelling like normal. In fact, he seemed to be pretty quiet, focused on his keyboard. You peeked your head in, just watching for a moment. His posture was pretty horrible, and he was getting very frustrated on what looked to be lighting some kind of candles and his character writing something down in a notebook. "Bro!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air and then through his hair in frustration, leaning back in his chair. The movement brought you to the corner of his eye.
When you noticed he had seen you, you shook your head, mouthing a small 'sorry.' You reached out to close the door, thinking maybe he'd left it open on accident.
"Its okay." He turned his chair to the side, making a summoning motion with his hand. "I need a break." He reached over to click the pause on his camera, fighting with the buttons for a moment before finally getting it down. He looked back over at you. "Did I wake you up?"
It was almost strange, the shift from the on-camera persona to when he was with you. It wasn't like he was a different person entirely, and when you guys were joking around he was still the same ridiculous Albert. But when it was just you two, most of the time, the same humor remained, but his voice was softer, and he stopped thinking about the next thing to say, or the next things to do— because all he could think about was you.
“No,” You shook your head, hesitantly crossing the room of him. You stayed an arms length away, as if not wanting to intrude his space too much. “Couldn’t go back to sleep after you got up.” You admitted softly. “I was just going to… stand outside for a couple minutes and listen. Thought it might help.” You shrugged.
He tilted his head, reaching out to take both your hands. He pulled you half a step closer, looking up at you. “Does that happen a lot?” He looked attentive, like the answer was going to determine something.
“I mean, half and half. Sometimes it doesn’t wake me up, but even when it does, I’ve been able to drift back off.” You admitted to him, looking down at him with a little smile. “But I haven’t had the problem of not being able to sleep yet until now.” You’d been moved in for three weeks. “It doesn’t bother me.” You added, reaching up to play with a piece of his hair.
He smiled as you brought your hand down to brush your thumb across his cheek. Sometimes when he looked at you, he looked like a kid on Christmas morning. This overwhelming sense of gratitude and excitement. “It doesn’t?”
You shake your head. “You wouldn’t bother me at work.” You tell him, compressing your lips. You always liked to be touching him, playing either his hair or with the collar of his shirt, with his hands or touching his face. You hated looking people in the eyes, it made you nervous. Looking at something you were touching instead made it easy. “I don’t bother you at work.”
“Different.” He countered, playing with the fingers of the hand he was still holding in two of his own. “You don’t work from home— and when you do, I bother you all the time.”
You bit your lip, shaking your head with a smile. Your eyes rolled as you looked back down at him. “It’s not different.”
“Is so.” He argued, leaning back off of his knees with the defiant look of a toddler, your hands slipping from his and his face.
“Is not!” You argued, crossing your arms like a petulant child.
“Is so.” He pressed on, reaching out to try and pry your arms off of your chest. He always loved teasing you about your, what he called, ‘stubborn attitude’. He liked to try and annoy you, said it was adorable when you got all fussy with him. “Stop pouting, come on.” He teased with a little smile, bringing your hands into his.
“I am not pouting.” You yanked your hands away, frowning. “It doesn’t bother me, seriously.” You nodded. You weren’t lying, it didn’t. But you also knew yourself, and you knew eventually you’d get more and more sensitive.
“Yeah? It bothers me.” He nodded, pulling you in closer to stand between his legs as he looked up at you. “What about that corner?” The door to the office was on the left, if you were sitting at the desk, but the door was behind you. The corner of that wall and the wall the desk was on. “We can make you a little nook.. you can sneak in and just sit.”
You looked down at him, his thumbs brushing over your stomach as he held your sides. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I do.” He insisted with a grin. He had this way of anticipating what you wanted and needed. When you two first started dating, he was way off, but he tried anyways because you’d told him before it was important to you. He figured you out eventually, made it a point to.
You sighed, not wanting to take away anything that he had built for himself. You were so incredibly proud of him, and you knew he’d worked hard to make something like this work. it didn’t happen to everybody, and you couldn’t picture messing with that incredible luck. “No, no, I… I couldn’t do that. I don’t want to interrupt your process. It’s important.
“You’re important.” He emphasized, his smile falling away easily. He sensed your doubt and your worries, and he just wanted to make them all disappear. He hated how small you made yourself sometimes, even though it was just the way you loved. He was hoping one day things would change and you wouldn’t feel like you had to make yourself so small anymore. “All of this? It’s amazing, but guess what? It’s nothing compared to you.” He promised. “I want you here, because I want you with me while I work. You being here isn’t distracting me. I want you around all the time.”
You smiled down at him, your eyes feeling a little bit of pressure behind them. You knew it was stupid to feel emotional over something so simple but… you just felt so loved with him. So appreciated, so cared after. “Okay.” You conceded, smiling. “Hard level?” You looked over at the monitor, trying to deflect.
He hated when you did that. Sometimes he didn’t even let you— but tonight he was willing to let it slide. “Yeah, I was just going to have Paige either cut it out or timelapse it. I’m thinking about just finishing it tomorrow, honestly.” He sighed.
You shrugged a little. “It’s your video, you do what you want, sweetie.” You told him softly, tangling your hand in his hair.
“Mm..” He hummed, turning to his laptop. He clicked save and exit and waited for it to close. The computer beeped as he pressed the power button and powered the computer down. He turned back to you. “I was hoping you’d tell me to come back to bed.”
You grinned, cradling his face in your hands. “Come back to bed?” You asked with a soft smile and voice, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks.
He reached down, pulling his socks off. You paused to wonder why, and started to tilt your head and ask him before he spoke. "You get a five second head start." He nodded, eerily calm.
You got to the doorway when he said one, the entryway to the living room on two, past the kitchen on three, and you thought maybe you were home free on four when you the corner of your bedroom was maybe a wingspan away. But strong arms wrapped around your midsection nonetheless, and five never came.
“Cheater!” You squealed as he picked you up, trying to kick away. He carried you back towards your shared bedroom. You never had to worry about feeling safe, or if you wore the heels you knew hurt your feet. Albert took every excuse to pick you up. You weren’t sure if it was because he wanted to show off how strong he was, or if something about being able to pick you up and hold you made him feel closer to you. It was probably the way you always reacted with a giggle.
“Did I say five? I meant four.” He said, much stronger than you. You two play fought a lot. You’d wrestle for minutes at a time before calling a truce. He’d get halfway off of you before you jumped on his back again most times.
“No, you can’t just change the rules!” You argued as he flopped you down onto the bed. You nearly were able to get away on the opposite side before he grabbed your ankle, he climbed on top of you, but there was no sexual connotation. You attempted to shove him off, but ultimately lost. “You’re mean.” You panted, looking up at him with your hands open in surrender.
“I’m mean?” He asked, tilting his head with that slightly cocky smile. He climbed off of you to lean back against the pillow, crossing his arms.
“Yes!” You pouted, sitting up yourself. You got up to close the door before coming back to bed. You laid on the other side of him, farthest from the door, your back to the wall. You debated crossing your arms and refusing to cuddle up to him— but you were tired. You laid your head down on his chest, but you didn’t seem happy about it, still pouting. “You’re lucky I’m tired.”
“Yeah? Thought you couldn’t sleep?” He reached down to slide your glasses off of your face. He folded them carefully, placing them on the bedside table. He pulled the sheets up over you both, grabbing the remote to turn the tv down to low. He knew you grew up falling asleep in the living room with your family, and you couldn’t sleep without the little bit of noise and light. He didn’t like it, but if it mattered to you, it mattered to him.
“Can now.” You muttered, your attitude seeming to soften once his arms wrapped around you. The way he took care of you so easily, it made you forget he’d cheated at your stupid game. “Missed you.”
You could practically feel him making that smug little smile, and you could picture that prideful look in his eyes. But instead, his lips pressed to the very top of your head. “I love you.”
Your cheek squished against his chest, already half asleep, you muttered a ‘i love you…’ You didn’t need to say too. Because you didn’t love him just because he loved you. It wasn’t in addition to the way he loved you. You just loved him.
“Night, baby.” He said softly, running strands of your hair between his thumb and pointer finger as you drifted off.
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“Oh shit…” You muttered to yourself with a frown as you pulled your coffee back from your lips. You had asked the woman at the counter for the sweetest coffee they could possibly make, and well.. they failed. You frowned, looking down at the café logo. You wouldn't be coming back here, that was for certain.
"Bitter?" Albert guessed from your left with his own coffee. He had a hand interlaced with yours. He liked his a little less sweet, since he usually had a pastry with it. You had no idea how he ate all that junk and was still... ripped. It was entirely unfair. So, ridiculously incredibly.... unfair. And also a gift from god himself.
You nodded with a frown. You continued to pull him towards your cafe table. He set down his coffee and pastry on the table. You moved to sit down, and he put his hand out. "No, its okay." You waved him away dismissively as you sat down.
He practically snatched the coffee from you before walking back up to the counter. He did a slightly silly walk as he crossed the space, earning him a few strange looks from the people around as he swayed his hips just enough to raise eyebrows. He knew it would make you laugh. It did as you clasped your hands over your mouth.
You didn't watch him ask the barista for extra syrup, your eyes wandered to a nearby man, with his daughter. It hit you all of the sudden it was fathers day tomorrow. You didn't call your dad yet. You hadn't decided if you would. You moved states away for a reason. You two had a... rocky relationship. Albert knew that, and he was sort of a rock for you when you'd first moved away. You'd been friends then, met online through a mutual friend. You hadn't planned on moving to florida, not in the slightest. He hadn't planned on moving to Boston. You wanted Seattle, but in the end--for the sake of your mother, who lived in Georgia with your father, you'd decided on Boston together.
He slid into your line of view, cutting off the view of the man playing with his little girl. It was something simple, pretending his coffee was too hot. Either way, your boyfriend came into your line of sight instead. "Everything okay, baby?" He asked casually, setting your coffee in front of you.
You swallowed. "Did you call your dad yet?" You asked, voice slightly uneasy and stuck somewhere in your throat. "Tomorrow is fathers day." You forced the words out. They didn't roll off your tongue, so to say.
He seemed to soften visibly. He had a great relationship with his dad, and so far so did you. He slid his coffee and pastry to the other side of the little booth. He scooted in next to you. He knew sometimes when you were upset, the most grounding thing for you was just for him to be close.
“I haven’t yet. You wanna call him in the morning?” He asked, reaching down to interlace his fingers with yours. “He’d love to hear from you.” He was right, his dad loved you.
“Yeah.” You nodded, taking your now-sweet-enough coffee into your free hand, taking a sip. You normally loved the taste of sweet coffee, but now it almost felt sickly sweet. You didn’t say anything. The stirring in your stomach had nothing to do with your coffee.
You felt your boyfriend sigh out beside you. He hated seeing you like this when it came to your dad. “Do you want to call your dad?” He asked softly, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles.
You took a deep breath. You envisioned calling your dad tomorrow, lying to him and telling him he was the best dad you could’ve asked for. Your dad wasn’t dead abusive, and he had his good times, but he was like two different people, and he could snap at literally anything. You can hear him screaming at you because you sighed too loud, or because of the way your eyes shifted. “No.” You said softly.
He knew when you shut down like this, chances are you didn’t want to talk about it. He’d try to distract you instead. “I’ve been thinking about you doing a video with me.” He said softly.
You looked over at him, a surprised smile appearing on your face. “Really?” I mean, you had moved in with him, and a few of his fans had come up to him while he was out with you— it wasn’t like you were keeping it secret. “Flamingo girlfriend reveal?” You did the silly voice he sometimes used in videos.
He chuckled, nodding his head as he tore the end off of his croissant. “Yeah. I think then maybe you could start playing with the group of us.” He said. He meant the friends he made videos with, usually Temp, Dani, Jake, Jack, Elijah, Miles, and Kayden. “Is that something you’d want?”
You smiled. “Yeah. Yes.” You confirmed. It was silly, but something as simple as him wanting you to join him and his friends, or to show his viewers how proud he was to have you made you forget all about your dad. It didn’t matter if your dad never made room for you. Albert did. With him, you didn’t have to walk on eggshells in your own home, you didn’t have to struggle on your own, you didn’t have to ask for more than he could give. You were safe, and you were loved more than you could say. You looked over at him. “I love you.” You said softly. And you did, so fucking much.
He smiled, and though to anyone else it may have seemed like just words you were throwing at him to end the conversation, he knew better. When you looked into his eyes like that… it always meant something to him. “I love you.” He didn’t say too. It wasn’t in addition to anything, he didn’t love you because you loved him, he loved you because of who you were. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple.
