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selfcarecap · 3 years

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Big Dick Energy [p.p]

Summary: Peter overhears you say something, making him worry about the size of his dick.

This was just a super random idea i had and i thought it was just cr*ck my mind would forget in 20 minutes, but suddenly i turned it into a whole one shot sksjsh don’t judge me (if this is your first fic of mine that you’re reading... pls go read another one first to decide if you like my writing lmaoo😭)

Warnings: this was not supposed to be anything serious lmao, this has smut but ... idk the talk leading up to the smut is the weird thing here ahah, um squirting, mention of blood, sorry if there’s weird spacing, i’m posting this on my phone. Overuse of the word dick. Peter referring to his dick as ‘he’?

word count: 3.8k

-this is a repost of an old fic- idek if i like it but it had over 1k notes so i figured some people don’t want it deleted?

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Peter isn‘t eavesdropping. He just feels like he‘s been neglecting his enhanced hearing lately, so he wants to appreciate it more by putting it to good use— by listening to your voice. He loves your voice.

He just so happens to listen to you while you‘re having a rather private conversation with your friend Betty.

“So she told me they had sex for the first time last night and she said it was really as big as she‘s seen in porn, and there was blood everywhere,“ Betty says, a dramatic tone in her voice.

Even though your back is turned to him he can picture you scrunching up your nose, “Oh god. People don’t say have your first time with someone who has a small dick for no reason.”

Peter’s eyes immediately drift down to his lap.

Wait what? He thought girls preferred big dicks and now they prefer small dicks? He thought his dick size was never something he had to worry about, as his dick always seemed quite decent to him. If anything he did worry that he’s not quite big enough, and now he might be too big?

That night he sits down on his bed with a ruler and his phone.

Turns out he’s at least average, even a little above - depending on the website. He frowns when he measures his hard dick for the third time. It’s not going to get smaller the more he measures, so he pulls his pants pack up and goes to bed with a frown. He doesn’t even want to jerk off anymore.

All he can think of is you, and not in the way you would expect while he’s hard. He can’t touch himself while he’s worried about you not liking his dick. He wants you to like his dick.

Oh. And then there’s the fact that you’re not even together, so you might never see his dick. But Peter is nothing if not hopeful.

Then Peter’s mind starts racing. What if you were talking from experience? What if you have had sex already? You two are best friends, but you’re still a guy and a girl, and talking about sex is already awkward enough when Peter and Ned talk about it, so he never thought about talking about sex with you. Not that he has much to talk about anyway.

He wouldn’t care if you’ve had sex already, he wouldn’t judge you. But his blood boils when you just hug another guy, so thinking about you having sex with another guy, and not telling him on top of that, makes him want to punch something.

Peter barely sleeps that night.

He just can’t stop thinking about it.

He must have misunderstood you. He was so sure that big dicks are considered good, and small dicks are bad. Why would you suddenly prefer a small dick? He tries to replay your conversation he overheard earlier in his head, but all he can remember is you talking about having sex with someone with a small dick.

Maybe you were being sarcastic, and he didn’t get it because he couldn’t see your expression.

Peter was never one to worry about his dick. Now he hears you say one sentence and he thinks about it for days. He’ll have to ask you about it or he’ll go crazy.

You’re studying together a few days later, separately doing your college assignments. Peter finished his studying a few minutes ago, and now he’s just waiting for you to be done, so he can ask you… about dicks. He tries not to think about it too much, otherwise he’ll chicken out.

He’s distracting himself with some Subway Surfers to pass the time, and he doesn’t notice how you clear up all your papers. All he knows is you’re doing a whole body stretch right next to him, your limbs spreading out over the bed- and now him.

He’s about to break his record on the game when your arm brushes against his thigh, dangerously close to his lap.

Peter drops his phone, jumping as you touch him.

“You okay?” You ask, turning around to face him.

“Y-yeah, I didn’t notice you were done already.”

“Yup. All done for the weekend. So, what do you wanna do?” You’re lying on your belly now, head resting on your folded arms.

Peter tries to find the words he wants to say to you. He’s about to ask if you were being serious when you said it, but then he remembers he was eavesdropp—... appreciating his enhanced hearing, and you don’t know he was listening at the time.

“Um, I heard, actually I read something the other day and I wanted to ask you about it.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“But it’s a weird topic, and it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it or something.”

“Why, what is it?” you ask, sitting up. You lean against the headboard next to him.

“Uhh well. I read that girls- that girls. Uh, when they have... sex, they try to have sex with a guy who has a small dick. And I thought, well, I thought that girls like big dicks. So, uhm, I was just wondering what you, as a girl, think about that.”

You stifle a laugh. You thought Peter was about to ask something serious.

“Actually, Betty and I were talking about the other day. One of her friends wanted to have sex, and she wanted to quickly have her first time to get it over with. And she apparently chose a guy with the biggest dick ever, and she was so surprised that it hurt.”

“Wait what?” Peter asks.

“So, if you want to have sex, then it makes sense to go for a guy with a small dick because it hurts less,” you explain with a shrug.

“Oh. Ok. Yeah, that makes sense. Wait so it’s just because of the pain during the first times?”

“Yeah.”

“But what if your boyfriend has a big dick. I mean would you have your first time with a guy who has a small dick? Um, assuming you haven’t had sex yet,” he mumbles the last part. Even though he knows you’ve never even kissed anyone.

“Of course I would. No girl goes around asking boys how big their dicks are to determine who she should have her first time with. It’s more of a joke, or if anything just for people who want to get it over with, their first time, I mean,” you see Peter slowly become less tense.

“So yeah, of course I’d have my first time with a guy with a big dick as long as I love him. But honestly I kind of have hope that it's not going to hurt too much anyway. If I liked the guy I’m with then I should be.. you know,” you motion with your hand, hoping he knows what you’re trying to say.

“Um. I don’t know where you’re going with this,” he shoots you an apologetic smile.

“I just mean, I hope I’ll be wet enough anyway, so that it just … like… slides in.”

“Oh- yeah of course, mhm,” Peter swallows and looks away.

“Why?” you ask, as the purpose of his questioning slowly sinks in, “Are you afraid that your dick is too big?” You purposely lie down on his thighs that are stretched across the bed.

He doesn’t look at you.

You sit up again, “Wait really? Can I see?” It just slips out, you don’t know why you said it. But also, you really do want to see.

“What, no!” He pulls his legs against his chest, “It’s not big, but it’s not small either. I was just wondering because of what you said- what I read, I mean.”

“So it’s like average?”

“I don’t know how many inches exactly,” you raise your eyebrows, and his cheeks turn a deep red, “but I guess a bit more than average.”

“The thing is, Peter, I don’t know much about... dicks or how big average is,” He doesn’t say anything, so you try again, “You’re just gonna tell me about your dick and then not let me see it? That’s kinda mean. I’m your best friend, don’t you trust me?”

You don’t know why you’re so persistent about this. If any other guy told you this much about his dick you would have kicked him by now.

“That’s not- that’s not how it works.”

You can tell Peter doesn’t want to show you his dick. But you also know him, and he’s not truly uncomfortable. He’s just a little embarrassed. You’ll stop as soon as you sense that he’s genuinely upset.

You’re about to make a joke, but he says something first, “It- he’s not fully hard right now, so you wouldn’t see him in the um required state for sex-”

“Not fully hard? But a bit hard? And.. he?”

“I can’t control it, okay? And I can’t call him it. He has quite a personality, you know?” Peter says, a slight smile on his lips before he pushes a pillow against his face, letting it fall into his lap afterwards.

“But wouldn’t... he be in the ideal state like that? It.. or he won’t be too big so that it would seem intimidating, you know?

You really want to see Peter’s dick. You don’t know why, but you do. You’re really trying to convince your best friend to show you his dick.

“Anyway, it wouldn’t be fair. So I show you my dick but what do I get in return?”

Without so much as a second thought, you pull up your shirt, exposing your chest. You’re not wearing a bra, and your nipples harden against the cool air. Peter’s eyes go wide, and he pouts when you drop the hem of your shirt again.

“Now you,” you smile, voice a bit quiet.

“Woah- wow. I was not expecting that. You weren’t wearing a bra this whole time?”

“Nope.” You pull your legs against your chest, feeling your nipples poke against your shirt uncomfortably.

“O-okay,” Peter says.

He throws the pillow that was on his lap off the bed, readjusting his sitting position. You see his fingers tremble as he undoes his belt.

“Hey, Pete, wait. You don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable. We can just forget it.“

He gives you a shy smile, “No, it’s only fair. A deal’s a deal.”

You lick your lips in anticipation, and it feels like he unzips his jeans in slow motion.

A few seconds pass while he pulls down his jeans and boxers in one go, and then he’s holding his hard cock in his hand. It’s glistening at the tip.

Your breath hitches but you try not to seem too bothered. “You’re right, it’s definitely not small. But... I think I could take that,” you say, surprising yourself.

“Y-yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod, getting under the blanket and pulling off your sweatpants.

“W-what, right now?”

“Yeah. C’mere.”

Peter joins you under the blanket, getting between your legs.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, and he nods eagerly.

You move to place your hands on his cheeks but his lips are already on yours. Your heart beats wildly as his lips move against your own.

He’s only semi stable on top of you, holding himself up awkwardly, with his cock in his hand, holding it back so it doesn’t touch you.

You notice his hand and look up at him, “It’s okay.”

He reluctantly lets go of his cock and you reach down, wrapping your hand around him.

You start jerking him off, unsure if he’s enjoying it, “Does that feel okay?”

He takes your hand, bringing it up to his mouth. He licks up your palm shyly and guides it back down to his cock.

This time he lets out a breathy moan as you go up and down his cock. He looks so beautiful with his eyebrows scrunched together, biting his lip.

“Wait, I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

“Okay,” you smile nervously, dropping your hand. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling your panties to the side so you can find out what it feels like to have him inside of you.

Peter looks down and smiles, leaning down to kiss you again.

His cock brushes against your inner thigh for a second, and a weird feeling shoots through your whole body. You immediately let go of your panties, letting them slide back in place, and you roll to the side, away from Peter.

“Wait, I’m not ready. Sorry.”

He backs off as soon as you say that, “No don’t apologise. I- I don’t really know if I was ready either.”

You stare at each other for a few seconds, Peter clutching the blanket while he pulls his boxers back up.

“Sorry,” you repeat, feeling bad for leading him on.

“Don’t say that, there’s really no need,” he smiles.

You lick your lips as you see the bulge straining against his underwear, scooting closer to him, “I could still... help you with that.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I kinda liked watching you when I was touching you just now.”

A blush coats his cheeks, and he can’t help but smile, “If you’re sure you want to, then yes please.”

You nod, pulling his cock from his boxers, spitting in your hand as you start again.

Peter leans back on his hands, throwing his head back as your thumb rubs over the tip.

Once you get a good rhythm, you look into his eyes, and he can’t seem to look away, even though he’s blushing up to the tips of his ears.

“Fuck I-” He squeezes his eyes shut as thick ropes of cum shoot out of his cock, painting his grey shirt. You barely manage to hold in your own moans as Peter tips his head back, groaning as he cums more.

You slow your movements when Peter opens his eyes again, looking refreshed. Letting go of his softening cock, you wipe your hand on his shirt. He pulls his boxers back in place, looking down at his shirt with a red glow on his face.

“Um, I should probably...” he mumbles, pulling the shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor.

You give him some space, scooting to the other side of the bed with your ankles crossed.

“What about you?” He asks, licking his lips.

“What about me?” I-I’m fine,” you say, hoping he doesn’t notice how horny you still are.

“I can kinda see how wet you are,” he smiles.

You close your legs quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“I don’t have to but uh. I can try to make you feel good.”

You think for a second, looking down at his legs.

“You know, I always liked your thighs.”

“My thighs?”

“Mhm,” you crawl over to him, straddling his leg. Your pussy is pulsing already, and you hope he can’t feel it, “Is this okay?”

He still looks a little confused, but he nods, pulling you closer, your pussy rubbing up against his thigh in the process, and you hope he doesn’t hear the small whimper that slips out.

With the way he smiles at you, you can’t tell if he heard or if he’s just smiling because you’re straddling him and you’re half naked.

You wrap your arms around his neck, and you start making out again. It’s more steady this time and after a while you feel comfortable enough to start grinding against his leg.

His hands wander down to your ass, supporting the movement of your hips.

He pulls away shortly, “Fuck, you’re hot,” he whispers, and crashes his lips against yours again.

You’re so wet that it doesn’t matter how you move, as long as there’s some kind of friction. But when Peter starts flexing his thigh you wonder how you ever got off without that feeling.

You try to keep on kissing him, only so his eyes remain shut.

You’re not too shy to shamelessly grind against his thigh but you can’t have him watching you so closely while you do it.

When you can no longer concentrate on making out with him, you bury your face in his neck. For the first time you notice that you can hear how wet you are.

But Peter flexes his thigh again, and before you can become embarrassed by how horny you are, the pleasure takes over.

You bite into his shoulder to muffle your moans as you keep grinding against him, your pussy pulsing against his muscles.

Peter kisses the side of your face once you stop moving. You pull back, not daring to look at him, and you bashfully get off of him. You’re surprised that his thigh isn’t coated in your arousal.

You finally look up at Peter who has nothing but adoration in his eyes. He tries to get words out but he’s speechless, making you giggle.

“God, I’ve never been this wet. Do you think you could...” you stop before the words leave your mouth.

“What?”

“Nevermind.”

“No, tell me,” he insists, a hand on your leg.

“So... I’ve never fingered myself, mainly because I can’t find the right angle, but I was thinking since I’m really wet and you have a different perspective and better angle maybe you could…”

“Finger you?”

“Only if you want to,” you brush a hand over your hair.

“Yeah- yes of course.” He eagerly gets between your thighs, a bright smile on his face.

As you slip out of your panties you’re nearly embarrassed to see what a mess you made in them.

He stares at your dripping pussy for a bit, and you see a new bulge forming under his boxers.

“Peter?” You nudge him.

“Yeah- sorry, so um, is it here?”

He spreads your legs, placing his index finger right at your entrance.

“Yeah, right there.”

He starts sliding his finger in, slow at first. But with all your arousal he slides all the way in right away, shooting you a worried look to see if it hurts.

“Can you do another finger?”

“Mhm. Tell me if it hurts.” He changes the position of his hand, sliding in another finger.

You arch your back, pushing against him, “Can you um. Can you-” you’ve forgotten nearly every word from how good he feels.

He guesses what you want, and he guesses correctly, his fingers now thrusting into you at a slow pace.

“Yeah- just faster,” you say.

You feel his thumb on your pussy, not doing anything, and it distracts you from the delicious feeling of his fingers inside of you.

“Can you do something else with your thumb,” you complain, and Peter’s mouth falls open as if he’s been caught red handed.

“I-I‘ve seen that in porn so I thought it might feel good but uh.”

“If you’re looking for my clit, that’s here,” you guide him. You’re so wet and swollen, it feels like he could just rest his thumb on your clit for a few minutes and you’d cum.

He gets into it again, his tongue pressing against his lip in concentration as he fingers you.

Peter is good at following your instructions, getting even quicker and more rough every time you ask him to.

His thumb brushes against your clit with every thrust and it adds to that special feeling that brings you closer to your release with every second.

You’re scrunching your shirt between your fingers harder with every time Peter moves his fingers in and out of your wet pussy. You whine when he hits a particularly deep spot inside of you, and he presses his fingertips even deeper inside of you.

Peter pushes his fingers up and into you and suddenly you feel the urge to—

With a high pitched gasp you squirt all over Peter’s chest, as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had washes through you.

Your mouth hangs open, so does Peter’s. While his eyes tell you this is the hottest thing he’s ever seen you can’t stop the embarrassment you feel just a second after your orgasm is over.

“Wow-” he starts.

“I’m so sorry,” you say at the same time.

“W-what, no? What? I deliberately did that. That was so sexy, no need to say sorry at all.”

“How do you know how to make a girl squirt?”

He blushes, his fingers still inside of you, “I, when I googled the thing about um dick sizes I came across the whole C spot thing.”

“It’s G.”

“What?”

“Nothing. You’re cute,” you say. You press your lips against his, but his fingers push into you further again and you jump.

“Sorry,” Peter mumbles, pulling his fingers out of you. He casually licks his fingers that are coated in your arousal, humming to himself at the taste.

You don’t comment on it, fearing you’ll become horny again if you think about it too much.

He lets you go to the bathroom first, and when you come back you see his stained shirt on the floor.

“Should I help you wash that? It’d be a bit awkward if May found that in the washing.”

“Oh yeah, thanks. Uh I’ll just do it.”

He comes back a few minutes later in a fresh shirt and boxers, the bulge now gone. After throwing his wet t-shirt over the radiator he joins you on the bed.

You both lie there in silence, tired but also tense as you wonder what this means.

“You know for some reason I always imagine having my first time with you. Even though, up until today at least, I didn’t think of you as more than a friend,” you admit, quickly adding, “I mean if today even meant something…”

“I hope it did. It meant something to me,” he says.

“Good.” You take his hand, and you smile at each other.

“I always imagine having sex for the first time with you too. That’s why I was so worried in the first place when I heard that girls are so concerned about the pain and would prefer someone with a small dick for their first time... So you don’t think my dick is too big?”

You giggle, “Your dick is perfect, Peter. And I’m sure we’ll make it fit once we’re both ready.”

“So you want us to be together?” He asks, hopeful.

You simply kiss him, your hands cupping his cheeks. You feel him smile into the kiss.

“You just made me squirt, Pete. You’re not going anywhere,” you smile.

“Good, because I wasn’t planning on leaving,” he says before he kisses you silly.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #spiderman x reader #peter parker #fem!reader #selfcarecap #let me quickly post this at an unconvenient time 💀

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goingtosee-theworld · 7 years

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CHARACTER SHEET: JANE CATHY PORTER

“I wanna see the whole world / I dunno how I’m gonna pay rent / I wanna see the whole world ... / I should tell them I’m not afraid to die” -- My Body’s Made of Crushed Little Stars, Mitski

STATS:

Birthday: 13 December 1992 (Sagittarius)

Myers-Briggs: INFP

Hogwarts House (Primary): Ravenclaw

Hogwarts House (Secondary): Gryffindor

Enneagram: Type 7

Height: 5’3

BACKGROUND OVERVIEW:

Mother: Dr. Eleanor Lily Day Porter (deceased)

Father: Dr. Archimedes Quentin Porter

Mother’s Occupation: Professor in anthropology—concentrated in biological anthropology, specifically primatology—also photographer

Father’s Occupation: Professor of zoology—specifically in large African mammals and conservation efforts

Family Finances: Upper middle class; her daddy’s family has quite a bit of money which they allocate to further the education of their family

Birth Order: only child

Other Close Family: Cousins—Ruby and Bobby, Aunt Rose, Uncle Richard, Grandmum (mum’s side), Gran (dad’s side), Grandfather (dad’s side)

Best Friend: does Jane have a best friend, tbh I guess Simba is the closest thing not that he considers her his best friend lol—although ok actually, she probably does consider Milo her best friend and partner.

Other Friends: wow does Jane not have friends lmao jk—Brad, some work colleagues, Ellie, Amelia, Mel…?

Enemies: none, really. She thinks Belle hates her bc they haven’t really talked since HP, where Belle probably did hate her.

Pets: Will-o-Wisp named Daisy, step-mum of Fluffy (Fluffy is not too fond of her)

Home Life During Childhood: Mostly happy, her parents encouraged learning and exploration. It was just tinged with the fact that her mum was sick and when her mum died, Jane fell into a bit of a depression that she never did quite recover from.

Town or City Name(s): London, England—specifically Bloomsbury

What Did Her Bedroom Look Like: yellow walls, had a day bed with black iron wrought frame and a canopy decorate with fairy lights, one wall was all postcards/National Geographic cut outs/travel magazine pictures, another wall had a big map with little pins in it, lots of stuff from her mum and dad’s travels, a shaggy purple rug

Any Sports or Clubs: Theatre in secondary, art as well, also did like school band for a bit (played flute)

Favorite Toy or Game: she had a ton of stuffed animals, but like those realistic looking ones from WWF or whatever

Schooling: went to some good public schools for primary and secondary, University College of London for her undergrad, BS in zoology, now she’s getting her masters’ in Magizoology

Favorite Subject: Biology/science, but also fond of art/history/literature. She wasn’t the best in physics or math.

Popular or Loner: Loner, she always was like adopted by friend groups but was never really close with all of them one-on-one, just like one or two people

Important Experiences or Events: Mom died when she was 16

Health Problems: Huntington’s Chorea, depression (side effect of dying lmao)

Culture: English

Religion and beliefs: Mum’s family is Anglican, but dad’s family was never religious so she’s not religious really, just does Christmas and Easter

PERSONALITY:

Bad Habits: peels her skin on her thumb when she’s nervous, can be a bit of a nervous talker, on the naturally flirty side, avoids problems and tries not to acknowledge them, but also wallows in her feelings when she’s feeling particularly down

Good Habits: kind-hearted, very good artist, humble for the most part, when she loves you, she loves you fully and deeply, daring, passionate

Best Characteristic: brave—she will look a tiger in the eye and walk towards it

Worst Characteristic: impulsive—she makes rash decisions sometimes

Worst Memory: her mother’s death, but also the day she told Tom she loved him and then he said he was dating someone else, and also the day she rejected Milo

Best Memory: tbh that moment like RIGHT before they woke up the mummy in Egypt, when they were all really happy and passionate and just acted on a whim

Proud of: she has one painting from school that some member of Parliament brought, she got A’s on all but one of her A-levels

Embarrassed by: sometimes she can kinda remember some of the people she slept with and she’s like welp that was embarrassing

Driving Style: she does not have her license

Strong Points: brave, passionate, daring, intelligent

Temperament: melancholic

Attitude: may seem a little far-off or not really there, but get her talking about something and she’s very grounded and passionate

Weakness: threaten Milo or her dad or her close friends and she will crack

Fears: not living a full life

Phobias: uh idk man how is this different

Secrets: only a few people know about her Huntington’s, also lol she doesn’t know that Milo doesn’t know she remembered who they were in the time jump

Regrets: probably turning Milo down the first time

Feels Vulnerable When: confronting her inner problems directly

Pet Peeves: CULTURAL APPROPIATION, people who are mean to animals :C

Conflicts: the constant fear of death around the corner

Motivation: a desire to live fully

Short Term Goals and Hopes: get her master’s, get a good and fulfilling job!

Long Term Goals and Hopes: live a life she is proud to lead

Sexuality: like 89% straight

Exercise Routine: she walks everywhere and rides her bike a lot and rock climbs/cave excavates, she doesn’t like set out to exercise, her lifestyle is just pretty active when she’s not in a bad depression spell

Day or Night Person — Night.

Introvert or Extrovert — Introvert.

Optimist or Pessimist — Optimist, believe it or not.

LIKES AND STYLES:

Music: twangy indie, usually favors female singers; big Carpenters fan too; also the Smiths; also Fleetwood Mac

Books: likes classics, generally, but also weird off-beat novels she finds in sales sections and used bookstores

Magazines: National Geographic, primarily; probably some art and lit magazines too

Foods: she likes a good curry; makes a great orange-glazed salmon; she’s one of those people who liked avocado before it was cool. She’s a pesceterian at home, but she will eat meat when she’s traveling.

Drinks: Earl Grey tea! Lightly sweetened, honey not sugar, and a pinch of milk. As for alcohol—rum. Spiced rum specifically. She likes mojitos, that’s her cocktail of choice.

Animals: oh gosh where to even begin! She’s fond of large Arican mammals (her dad’s speciality), but she really cares for all creatures and believes that it should be her duty to help them all. She knows she kinda gave domestic farm animals (cough, sheep) some shit for being “boring” because she didn’t really wanna be working with sheep for the rest of her life, but she’s had a new outlook on life and her passion for animals has been found again.

Sports: she probably watches football (soccer) casually; likes watching cricket though

Social Issues: big environmental activist, since dating Milo has been more aware of Magick-rights and that stuff

Favorite Saying: she knows its cliché at this point, but she liked it before it was cool: “Not all who wander are lost.”

Color: she likes purples and yellows and also reds

Clothing: she has a more boho look, wears a lot of flowing skirts and loose tops. Doesn’t really like to wear pants on the day to day, but will when she’s out adventuring. She likes wearing sunhats a lot.

Jewelry: she has a lot of traditionally made jewelry that she bought from local vendors in the places she’s traveled, lots of beaded necklaces and bracelets

Games: was a big Zoo Tycoon fan in her youth, doesn’t really play much now, except for like the occasional game with friends; likes board games though

Websites: casual insta user, has a tumblr that she scrolls through but rarely posts on

TV Shows: huge huge huge Doctor Who fan (Tennant was her doctor and also her first celebrity crush)

Movies: she likes classics—her favorite is Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Her mum was a huge fan of Audrey Hepburn so Jane has seen a lot of Hepburn movies. She’s also fond of The Mummy movies (though lately a bit less lol) and Indiana Jones and that sort of genre of adventure stories

Greatest Want: to travel as much as she can, to see all of the world, to experience it all

Greatest Need: to be happy

CURRENTLY:

Home: you know she and Milo haven’t officially moved in together yet but, like, they basically are over at each other’s places all the time—anyway, she has a single bedroom in one of the places by the uni

Household furnishings: she’s messy, but not in like a gross hoarder way, but she has a lot of casual clutter, her place looks like an antique store. There’s lots of trinkets around, the coffee table is covered in candles. She has a lot of pillows on the couch, lots of throw blankets. Her bedroom is pretty much the same way. There’s a lot of books, everything has its place but in its place it may be a bit of a mess lol. In her living room is a telescope by the window and an easel. There’s also a record player on a side table.

Favorite Possession: her record player (passed down from her mum) and her telescope (a gift from her dad)

Most Cherished Possession: her journal—it’s like a sketchbook/diary/memento book, she writes down everything

Married Before: Nope.

Significant Other Before: Tom Crawford

Children: n/a--though she was pregnant, briefly, last August

Relationship with Family: very close with her father, pretty close with her extended family too as they are a small bunch

Car: n/a

Career: on track to becoming a magizoologist

Dream Career: tbh being part of the Rescue Aid Society would be perfect for her

Dream Life: traveling around the world as part of her job—be it helping Magicks, helping magical creatures, rescuing lost relics, searching for Atlantis, with Milo at her side

Love Life: very in love with Dr. Milo James Thatch

Hobbies : drawing, riding her bike, spelunking, exploring, reading, going to antiques shops and flea markets

Guilty Pleasure: those Harlequin romance books (shh don’t tell anyone)

Sports or Clubs: n/a

Talents or Skills : good artist (not super professionally trained, but very solid)

Intelligence Level : very intelligent—curious and passionate when it is a subject she is interested in, quick learner

Finances: solidly middle class, her father helped her out with rent till she was back on a steady job, but she makes enough to provide for herself—she spent most of her savings after uni on her travels

#backstory #about #character sheet #im always pleased with how #on point my fc choice was #look at that

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