#janer

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watch out · jane remover, fem!reader, shotgunning, smoking and or vaping, sfw, suggestive, hot jane ft. that one clip of her laughing "are you high yet"

thinking about jane who shotguns with you literally every time she smokes. it's so hot, and the way she looks at you is even hotter.

"are you high yet?" she laughs.

[lololodop]

FUT.CAP Janer.

It’s My project, I thought it up myself, I used to live many, and it’s logical that something looks like something, although everything We dahnavlyalis something, and someone, etc.

[mariposas-en-invierno-blog]

No entiendo cómo le hacen los actores para besarse 10 temporadas sin enamorarse. A mí me toca la mano por accidente el chico del bus, y lo recuerdo como por tres años

Lo leí por ahí JAJAJA

[hereticalism]

Dearest hereticalism,

There is never a day since I found your beautiful tumblr page that I don’t yearn for more of your Jane writing… you carry this tag on your shoulders like atlas holds up the world.

You are the light at the end of the tunnel, the flower that blooms amid dry and dead soil, the single rain droplet I have chosen to win the race.

My admiration and love for Jane rests in your hands hereticalism… Please write more!

summary · masc!jane and hyperfem!reader hcs

watch out · kind of masc!jane remover, hyperfem!reader, requested, not inspired by anything but myself, jane is still obviously a girl and somewhat feminine, a/n — hey I think I just fell in love with you /j

masc!jane who you kind of unintentionally follow around all the time. it's not on purpose, but if she gets up for a snack you're there and if she's in the studio you're idly scrolling on your phone somewhere near her.

masc!jane who is the complete opposite of you—no, seriously; the only thing you both have in common are being girls and liking music a lot.

masc!jane who pretends like she doesn't steal your ridiculously named shampoos, soaps, and body scrubs sometimes.

"jane, do you know why my strawberry shortcake soap is out? I had like, one wash left at least..." you pouted, picking up the bottle and shaking it as if that'd summon liquid back into it.

"uh... no?"

masc!jane who definitely makes a pink or pink and white themed album just for you. it's completely out of character for her, but she wants to represent you in her music too, even if it's just by using different colors.

hyperfem!you who coax jane into doing your lengthy skincare routine with you.

at first, she protests about how her skin is "already good enough" and "your products are useless," but then you put her on your special three—with adjustments for her skin specifically, of course—and she gets obsessed with how soft her face gets.

"what's that cleanser you told me to use again?" she yelled from inside the bathroom, little thunks and thuds sounding out as she dug through the top drawer looking for it.

"I thought my skincare was 'stupid,'" you shouted back and giggled from the bedroom.

"shut up."

masc!jane who's kind of stereotypical by paying for you everywhere, carrying your bags, and things of that nature since she's the more masculine one in the relationship but is still a big baby at heart. she totally loves being held by you and falls asleep in seconds if you play with her hair and murmur sweet nothings.

masc!jane whose entire heart is attached to you.

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jane remover who's seriously a huge fucking sap. i don't mean constant kisses either, i mean like tying your shoes for you, taking candids of you whenever she thinks you're not looking, looking at you with that in love glint in her eyes in the car even if you're just eating fast food together after a night out and talking about nothing. she's so so so sweet too—every relationship has its moments, but she makes sure to communicate with you, never raise her voice, and actually reflect and apologize. jane remover who has your birthday, anniversary, the day of your meeting, your parent(s')'s birthday(s), and your... graduation day memorized. don't ask. jane remover who meticulously plans every special occasion that involves you. not like pristine and polished type of meticulous, but more thoughtful, caring meticulous. she knows exactly what you'd like, exactlt what you'd prefer to eat, exactly where you'd want to be. jane remover who's the best partner you could ever ask for :(

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Please more jane x fem readers but more submissive jane pls 😢 everyone writes her dom and i don’t even get it like!!!!!!!😑 sfw of course tho

you're my favorite

sub!jane, fem!reader, sfw, fluff, multiple pronouns used for jane, tried my best

when it comes to post-show hangouts, jane is always clingy, cuddly, and adorably exhausted by the time she gets to see you.

every single time, you pick her up, drive to whatever hotel you're staying at for the specific stretch of the tour, and she makes her way to the bed before begging you to join her, your 5'8, smoking hot girlfriend reduced to a frowning teddy bear.

"the show was a lot, huh?" you asked with a smile on your face as you peered into her eyes while climbing into bed. the mattress dipped underneath your weight, and when it settled you moved closer to wrap your arms around her just like she wanted.

"yeah," she mumbled into your skin, already relaxing in your arms, "just missed you the... the whole time."

you felt your heart swell and breathed in the scent of her, letting your eyes fall shut. "i love you, you know."

"i love you too."

jane who will never admit it but is a complete sucker for acts of service. if you do her laundry, cook for her, drive her places, you name it, she'll be drooling over you in seconds.

"you really did all this just for me?" she smiled sheepishly, tugging your sleeve a bit until you looked away from the stove and at her.

"baby," you chuckled, "it's no big deal. it was just pancakes."

"you're so good to me," a soft, gentle kiss to your neck.

jane remover who secretly gets really excited when you introduce them as yours.

"nice to meet you. hey, you're post on instagram right?" a man said after walking up to you.

"you too, and yes! i do." you replied.

"who're you?" he asked politely, looking at jane. they hesitated, but luckily you'd been prepared.

"this is my girlfriend, jane," you said with a smile, looking at them and squeezing their hand to reassure them.

unfortunately for them, that only made their skin flush redder.

jane remover who wouldn't rather date anybody else in the world <3

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jane remover who's subtly dominant. she always has a hand on your back when you're walking, she always makes you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, and she never lets you open doors for yourself.

"baby, it'd be faster if I just—"

"shh, shh, I got it," she'd murmur, getting out of the car, walking around the front of it, and grabbing your door handle to let you out.

you only smiled and shook your head, letting her take your hand.

jane remover who, if she can help it, doesn't make you work. to her, a girl as pretty as you shant ever be inconvenienced.

jane remover who always has and always will compliment you as much as she can.

"you're so pretty."

"you look so good today."

"I love your voice."

"fuck, you're beautiful."

jane remover who's the best girlfriend anybody could ever ask for <3

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To my lord and saviour who I owe my life to for writing Jane…

Please may I ask of you for something along the lines of helping Jane through a rough patch?

I bite down and bite hard

summary · when nobody else could ever understand jane, you do.

watch out · jane remover, fem!reader, not proofread, no ai used, burnout, literally written at 3:00 am, slight angst, hurt comfort, fluff, softness, vulnerability, requested, sfw, ⋆˚࿔ wrote this whole listening to cage girl / camgirl so you just know its depressing.

it was just another saturday, and to you, it should've looked like just another morning jane'd decided to rest in bed.

but it wasn't.

and it didn't.

you woke up and rubbed your eyes, pupils adjusting to the slightly navy-colored darkness of the room, then glanced at the clock.

4:00 am. it was late. well, early, to be exact.

you turned over only to find jane sitting up against the headboard. she was... staring at something.

not murmuring a sleepy, deep "good morning" to you, not up early trying to finish a song, not even looking over after noticing you'd stirred. just staring.

"... jane?"

no reply.

you sat up fully then, brows knitting as you tried to figure out what was wrong and failed. you swallowed, and then murmured a quiet, careful "what's wrong?"

silence still encompassed the room, but she glanced over. your brows furrowed more until a crease formed between them.

"I just..." she trailed off, "I'm so tired."

"of what, baby?"

"being busy all the time. I feel like if I don't make a song people'll get tired of me, and I hate that because I really don't even want to care about having a fanbase." she rambled on.

"oh jane," your voice softened instantly. you shifted closer without thinking, the mattress dipping under your weight as you reached for her hand beneath the blanket.

she didn't pull away, but she didn't squeeze you back either.

"look at me. please?" you murmured, thumb brushing over her knuckles.

she hesitated before she did. her eyes were glassy in the dim light. they didn't look like she'd been crying, but they were glossy like she'd been staring at the wall for a long time.

"did you sleep at all?" you asked quietly.

a faint shake of her head.

your chest tightened, and you sighed.

she let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh, but it didn't have any humor in it.

you climbed into her lap without asking, straddling her gently, hands coming up to cradle her face. she startled slightly at the movement, but then her hands instinctively settled at your waist.

"you don't have to deal with everything all by yourself," you whispered.

"I'm not even dealing with it, it's just… weighing, on me." she said quietly.

"okay, then share it with me. talk about it so it's not so heavy." you leaned forward until your forehead rested against hers.

"I don't know how," she confessed, her fingers just barely tightening at your waist.

"that's okay too. you don't have to solve anything right now or tell me about all of it." you slid your hands from her face into her hair, combing your fingers through the messy strands, slow and steady.

she shut her eyes.

you kept going gently.

her forehead stayed pressed to yours like she was anchoring herself there.

after a minute, she sagged just slightly beneath you. her hands slid up from your waist to your back, fingers curling into your shirt like she needed something solid to hold onto.

"I hate when I get like this," she whispered.

"I know."

"it makes me feel… useless."

"you are the least useless person I know." you pulled back just enough to look at her properly.

she almost rolled her eyes at that, but it didn’t land.

"you're allowed to exist without producing something and to just be a random person."

her throat bobbed as she swallowed. you leaned in an d pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, then another, and then one to her temple. "come back down," you said gently. for a second you thought she might resist, but she didn't.

you shifted off her lap and guided her down with you, pulling the blanket back over both of you. she immediately turned onto her side facing you, closer than before like she needed proximity to steady herself.

you wrapped one arm around her shoulders and slid the other under her pillow so you could scratch lightly at her scalp.

"stay?" she exhaled shakily, barely audible.

"promise."

you felt her melt a little.

"can you... talk about something normal?" she whispered. "anything."

"okay… tomorrow we're getting coffee, and you're gonna complain that it’s too sweet but drink it anyway, and then you're gonna pretend you don't want to go on a walk, but you will, and I'll point out every dog we see." you smiled faintly.

a small, real breath of amusement left her.

"and later, you're gonna sit on the couch and make music or not make music, and I'll sit next to you, and that'll be enough." you continued softly.

her hand slid up to cup your jaw.

"how do you do that?" she asked quietly.

"do what?" you hummed.

"make my problems go away."

"a lot of practice and love, or maybe I just have a way with words. seriously though, I don't. you're just strong," you smiled and brushed your thumb across her cheek.

she chuckled then studied you for a moment like she was trying to memorize your face in the dark.

"I'm so tired," she whispered again.

"I know baby, I know. rest." you said, pressing your lips to her forehead. your fingers kept moving through her hair, slow and steady, nails lightly dragging against her scalp the way you knew she liked.

her breathing gradually deepened, her grip on your shirt loosened, and somewhere between one soft exhale and the next, the tension in her shoulders finally dropped.

so finally you both drifted off safe, happy, and sound because you were more than happy just to be apart of her life—no matter how sad she got, no matter how large her problem—and she was more than happy to be with you.