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summary · spiderman!jane headcanons and basically a mini-fic. hope you enjoy!

watch out · spiderman!jane, reader can be interpreted as fem or gender neutral, headcanons, fluff, requested, no ai used, should I make this a series?

spiderman!jane who instantly hates her powers. sure, it might be easier to get to shows, and having a literal superpower was cool and all, but she'd have to lie to you. the first rule or being a superhero was to not let anyone know you were a superhero... right?

spiderman!jane who definitely trains herself at first by doing small things for you: swinging by your apartment and night and leaving snacks, getting you flowers almost instantly, whipping around the city whenever you lose something till she finds it.

spiderman!jane who feels terrible about lying to you. no matter how practical or necessary it is, she can't stand the thought of keeping half of herself completely secret from you.

spiderman!jane who ends up having to absolutely beg one of her closest friends to design her costume for her. she wasn't by any means a largely unknown artist anymore, and what designer wouldn't want a paycheck from selling such interesting information to the press?

spiderman!jane who inevitably reveals her identity to you by accident late one night.

"so what've you been up to all this time? I've missed you jane," you smiled with your back to her, grabbing a drink from the fridge.

"oh, you know, just the usual stuff," she chuckled and pulled out a book from your shelf. she sounded nervous, and while she always sounded nervous because she still had a crush on you despite the fact you were dating, this was different.

you paused.

"oh yeah? like what?"

"uhm, well this one night," she said as you walked to the living room, "this dude robbed a bodega and I had to help. god, it was so fucking late, I was pissed."

"you had to help?" you clarified.

"yeah, like web him up and all that." she said lazily, too tired to really recognize any of the words coming out of her mouth.

what?

"what do you mean 'web him up?'"

she turned around, resting on the shelf behind her with the book still hand. her brows drew tight, as if she were thinking "don't you know?"

you both stayed quiet, and then she blinked really hard and then she seemed to have regained consciousness, and realized how fucked she was.

"I mean like with handcuffs."

"nobody says web when they're talking about handcuffs, and you're not a cop." you crossed your arms with the drink in your hand, clearly suspicious now.

"it was a slip of the tongue."

"you never use the wrong word for something unless you're drunk, and I know you're not."

"n—no!" her eyes lit up at the opportunity to use such a convenient excuse, unknowing of the fact that that was exactly what you'd expected her to do. "I actually am drunk, haha. just didn't tell you."

"no, you're not. I definitely didn't taste any alcohol when we were kissing earlier."

she stilled.

"are you spiderman?"

the world seemed to pause for a moment, and then after many long, agonizing seconds she nodded.

"are you upset?"

"I mean we're, we're dating, jane. how could you not tell me?"

she opened her mouth slightly then closed it, and when she looked into your eyes again she looked absolutely devastated.

you swallowed and looked away.

"actually, I'm sorry. I can't imagine how hard it must be taking care of people you don't absolutely need to every single day, and I know you were just trying to keep me and yourself safe." you said, sitting down on the couch.

"I'm sorry too. fuck, I should've just told you," she sighed then sat next to you, far enough apart you didn't have to touch.

you looked over and saw how ashamed she looked, and scooted over until your legs were directly touching. she leaned into you, and then it was silent for a while.

"look, it's okay if you don't want to be together anymore or think I'm weird or anything, just please tell me if—" and then you kissed her, one hand on her shoulder and one on her thigh for balance.

when you pulled away her face had reddened by at least ten shades, and her pupils were blown out.

"do you really think I'd leave you over something like that? I love you, jane," you murmured against her lips.

"I... I love you too. but, one more thing," she managed to get out after catching her breath, smiling.

"what?"

"are you from the multiverse?"

your brain stuttered.

"what?" you repeated.

"because I can't imagine a universe without you."

"that was like, actually terrible, but I'm still stuck on you," you winked, "see what I did there?"

"shut up." she groaned, but her laugh gave her away.

tat-tooed on your arm, your lucky charm

summary · it starts as a joke and ends with you and your girlfriend jane getting matching tattoos.

watch out · jane remover . fem!reader . fluff . tattooing . sfw . no ai used . requested . you dont understand how much this means to me im going through a rough time :( ilysm

oh, wouldn't it be such fun?

watch out · masterlist, nerdy!girlfriend!jane remover, fem or gender neutral!reader, no ai used, fluff, sfw, headcanons, requested, thanks for the request!

summary · how I think nerdy!jane remover would act as a girlfriend.

nerdy!girlfriend!jane who talks about you all the time to her friends.

nerdy!girlfriend!jane who makes at least one lyric in every song she makes about you.

nerdy!girlfriend!jane who likes to wake you up by kissing your face until you whine about wanting to sleep in.

nerdy!girlfriend!jane who still has a crush on you even though you've been dating for a few months.

nerdy!girlfriend!jane who is extremely touchy. jane didn't really love physical touch before you, but when you're around she can't go without it.

nerdy!girlfriend!jane who wakes up a few minutes before she really has to get up just to watch you sleep sometmes and gets embarassed when you catch her—not that you mind, of course.

nerdy!girlfriend!jane who's an introvert but talks constantly around you.

nerdy!girlfriend!jane who instinctively reaches for your hand every time you start walking somewhere together so much that she doesn't even realize she's doing it anymore.

nerdy!girlfriend!jane who has about 50 tabs open at any given moment because she keeps finding things she wants to show you later.

nerdy!girlfriend!jane who accidentally infodumps about some obscure music production trick for fifteen minutes before stopping mid-sentence and going, "...sorry." you just smile and tell her to keep going.

nerdy!girlfriend!jane who quietly steals your hoodie when you're not looking then acts a little too confused when you ask where it went.

nerdy!girlfriend!jane who gets flustered every single time you compliment her music because somehow it means more coming from you than anyone else.

nerdy!girlfriend!jane who has a whole folder on her phone full of pictures of you doing stuff: sleeping, looking out a window, petting a cat.

nerdy!girlfriend!jane who always pretends she doesn't want to cuddle before bed only to end up halfway on top of you ten minutes later.

nerdy!girlfriend!jane who still gets butterflies every single time your name pops up on her phone.

Jane Remover x reader blurb!// 1k. Words- ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

a/n: yes this is late as fuck, I’m sorryyyyy :( I’m taking summer classes and my boss has had me working like crazy. I come home and I don’t have the energy to write or really do anything. This is kind of a nothing burger fic so again I apologize. I will be uploading a much longer and freakier version of this on a03 sometime soon so look out for that!

as always, if you don’t like don’t read- xx, lu

Tags: Jane Remover x reader, cigarette sharing, consensual marking/ biting/ burning. Mentions of blood. Mentions of sex but no actual smut, enjoy! ♡♡

(ps: underscores fic coming soon 👀)

Jane’s body is soft under yours, her breathing steady. She smooths over your back with deft, talented fingers. Tracing shapes and notes, tapping patterns into your skin. You’ve buried yourself into her neck, inhaling her addictive scent with every breath.

Faulty of Jane’s busy schedule, It had been months since the two of you had real time together. And while you were overjoyed by Jane’s success, you missed gentle nights like this. Not having to worry about deadlines or what time you had to be up the next morning. Being able to fully enjoy Jane’s presence instead of hurried pecks on the cheek and quickies in hotel bathrooms.

That afternoon Jane had brought home takeout, the two of you ate on the couch watching reruns of old sitcoms. The whole night she hadn’t let you out of her grasp, like she needed your touch to survive. You’d made out in the shower and continued in the bedroom, where Jane proceeded to fuck you dizzy.

𓂃ෆ˚⋆🐾°

Now you were laid in bed, basking in the euphoria still pounding through your veins. Jane must assume you're asleep because her gentle caresses suddenly halt. You hear her rummaging through the nightstand before she gently slides you off her lap, kissing your forehead twice. You watch her in the dark as she crosses the room, opening the sliding glass door and stepping onto the balcony. She closes it behind her.

The moon illuminates her silhouette as she holds a cigarette between her teeth, sparking a lighter before it finally ignites the tip. You watch her topless shadow take a drag and lean her head back, letting the smoke flow out. She’s so beautiful it hurts you to think you’ve gone this long without her.

You peel the covers off yourself, padding your socked feet across the floor and sliding the door open. She doesn’t even look back, she doesn’t need to. You rest your cheek on her warm shoulder, she wraps an arm around your waist holding the cigarette in front of your mouth. You accept it, intentionally brushing your lips against the pads of her fingers. She sighs, it almost sounds content. You turn your head and blow the smoke out over the city.

She takes another drag, this time turning to look you dead in the eye. She reaches for your cheek and you meet her halfway, opening your mouth as she shotguns the smoke to the back of your throat. You let out a small cough that leads to a laugh.

You don’t pull away from her hold, turning your chin to press a kiss into her palm. She moves closer, nosing at your neck, ghosting kisses over the sensitive skin that lays there. You take the cigarette from her fingers, letting the bitter taste wash down your throat.

She leaves hickies on your plush shoulders, you’re almost certain she can feel the heat emitting from your face. She steps back to analyze the marks, you sheepishly hand her the cig.

𓂃ෆ˚⋆🐾°

“I’m happy you’re back, Janie”, the railing is cold against your skin as you watch her inhale once again.

She blows the smoke into your face, laughing as you scrunch up like a kitten. “I’m happy to be back, baby”.

She passes the cigarette back to you and you quickly take a hit as it burns down by the second.

She takes the last drag before looking down at your clueless face. You can almost see her eyes narrow as an idea forms in her head.

Jane moves your hair from the side of your neck, petting her thumb over a spot she seems fixated on. She slowly brings the cigarette to your neck, it hovers centimeters apart.

She asks you a simple question that echoes through your head, “You want it?”

Before you can speak your body is pressing itself into the bud, the heat searing your flesh. You wince as a low whimper squeaks itself out of you. Jane discards the crumpled thing, tilting your head back with a steady hand to admire her work.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Jane leans in for a proper kiss and you grant it. The taste of nicotine on her tongue makes you shudder. You bring your hands to the back of her head, suddenly overwhelmed with affection. She lets you take control of the kisses that come, you bite at her bottom lip repeatedly, so hard it begins to leak blood. Jane’s body twitches as a shaking moan breaches her throat.

You step back, the familiar copper taste rushing over your tongue. She smiles softly, blood leaking down her chin. You could get off at just the sight. Jane lolls her head to the side, giving you full access to her neck. A silent request that you scramble to fulfill.

You kiss around her neck until you find the spot that makes her whole body tense. You tilt your head, teeth ghosting over the skin. She inhales sharply as you begin to bite down over the soft tissue.

Her whole body quivers as she exhales the breath she was holding in, you watch in awe as the indents from your teeth fill red. A steady stream of blood dances down her throat, before you can think you swipe a thumb over the spot, sucking it clean.

𓂃ෆ˚⋆🐾°

The two of you spend 20 minutes in the bathroom, cleaning each other of blood and ash.

“Thank you...”, you whisper against her shoulder, finally back in bed.

“For what exactly?” she questions, her hands finding their way back to your body.

You feel floaty, the burn mark on your neck screaming in pain. You love it.

“For anything…or for everything”

She just kisses your hair, nodding in acknowledgment.

You fall asleep to the sound of her heartbeat interlaced with yours and to the simmering burn of her cig-nature buzzing through your body.

𓂃ෆ˚⋆🐾°

(“cig-nature” god I’m sooooooo funny 🥹)

famous girl by kyoto

jane remover x female reader

chapter 2 ࿔*:･

꧁༺ ༻꧂

jane pov :

@y/n_l/n started following you

i click on her instagram and scroll through pictures. one post catches my attention. she’s wearing janet jackson merch and the caption reads: “exclusive rare merch from the 90s i’ve in inherited”

my blood fills with envy but also excitement because this is my new friend. i can’t help but stare at the picture. at first i was staring at the merch but i end up finding myself staring at her. her hair is down and she seems to be wearing less makeup than when i previously saw her. she’s so effortlessly pretty.

i need to get closer to this girl. maybe it’s just the fact that it’s late at night but i’m feeling bold. it’s always so scary making plans with new people. i view her story and she’s at one of my favorite bars in the city. she looks like the type to drink the good shit. the song she put is from one of my favorite bands.

“holy shit i love this song” i hit send and my body fills with adrenaline

she almost immediately views it and begins typing. holy fuck holy fuck

“me too! i actually have that album in my collection of vinyls LOL” she replies

“Oh my god. i have to check out that collection.”

“YES!!! pull up tmr? 👀”

“okay. Yes. what time?”

“ermmmm 6pm?”

“See U at 6pm.”

she sends her address and i heart it.

ೃ࿔*:･

i stopped by dunkin and grabbed the drink she ordered last time to bring.

my knocks fill the empty quiet hallway of these nepo baby penthouses. it’s a bit eerie with how quiet it is but the sound of her opening the door brings me comfort.

“heyyyy!!” she wraps her arms around my neck and out of instinct i wrap my arms around her waist to hug her back. she smells fresh with a hint of vanilla and wood.

“i brought you the same thing you got last time i hope that’s okay..” i say while handing it to her

“oh my god no, you didn’t have to! this is my favorite and ive been craving it since the day we had it!” she takes a sip while keeping eye contact and i feel a little tickle in my stomach for some reason.

“uhhh” i awkwardly say while analyzing her apartment.

“i spy with my little eye… a vinyl collection..” i make my way next to her tv where she has a corner dedicated to her collection. this girl is BASED.

she has albums from people i didn’t even know existed. i spot the album i was looking for and i let out a big sigh.

“what?” she asks “oh, you found it!” i feel her presence getting closer and suddenly my body becomes tense from some sort of adrenaline?

i’m probably just tense from the walk here.

“this album got me through shit!” she says while taking it from my hand

“tell me about it. the breakups this album got me through…”

“yessss oh my god legendary” my attention is on her hands. the way she moves while putting the vinyl in the record player. i don’t even realize she noticed me staring and she has a smirk on her face.

“what’s so interesting?”

“oh uh— i just haven’t seen a record player so advanced! your set up is uh- really great.”

“aw that means a lot- wait you said breakups? how many people have you dated?” she laughs

“oh uh- about 3 people seriously.” i feel blood rushing to my cheeks

“wow, i’ve only been with 2 people and one of them is a girl.”

“whaaattt i didn’t know you were into girls too?”

“yeah, it was a very private relationship, i’m still not out to the public yet.”

“wow that’s crazy, didn’t realize we had so much in common..” i murmur

“what? you’re also into girls?”

“well, i’m not sure.. i’ve always told everyone i’m straight. what do you feel when you like a girl?” i ask

“hmm.. well like any other crush, i get butterflies, i feel anxious, i wanna talk to them all the time and get to know them more. i wanna write songs about them and listen to cheesy music.”

as i’m hearing her say this, i start to realize i’m checking every box.. but towards her.

do i really feel this way or am i just bored

“oh. wow. that’s.”

“yeah, it’s complicated most of the time but nothing beats a girl on girl relationship”

“i’ll have to find out myself”

“who’s the lucky girl?” she smirks

“oh uh no one! i was just curious” i swallow hard at my words knowing damn well the only person in my mind was her.

my stomach starts to rumble and suddenly i feel nervous by her presence.

“it’s good to be curious” she says while smiling at me and signaling me to sit on the couch with her.

we watch a couple movies and discuss the topics while relating them to our own experiences. i learn so much from her and her childhood that it changed my whole perspective on how i view her father.

“well it’s getting late and i should probably start heading back home..”

“okay.. if you want, take the vinyl home!”

“w-what? are you sure?”

“yeah! you seem to really like it and i barley play it anyways.”

“that’s very sweet. thank you so much”

she hands it to me and i accidentally caress her hand

“s-sorry.” i stammer

what the fuck am I doing

instead of replying, she giggles at me.

“what?”

“why are you so nervous?”

“i’m not” i put my best poker face

“okay jane.”

i can’t even say anything else, how could she read me.

ೃ࿔*:･

once i got home, i began my daily doomscroll and i see y/n added me to her spam.

my curiosity decides to stalk her instagram so i get all comfortable in my bedsheets and begin scrolling all the way through the bottom of her posts.

everything seems normal, she has pictures of her childhood cat, places she’s visited, friends, blunts, dj sets, all the cool shit.

until my eye catches something familiar…

my heart drops once i realize what it is.

it’s a post from 2024 with her holding my census designated album while she smokes a cigarette.

the caption being

“this album being my savior”

my heart starts bumping faster than normal and i get an adrenaline rush from the excitement.

“SHE KNEW WHO I WAS?” i can’t help but scream. why didn’t she tell me? why is she keeping this a secret? besides that, my eyes can’t look away from her holding one of my prized possessions. she makes it look so hot and beautiful. everything she does is so cool. i decide to blast music in my headphones to distract myself from all of this since i need to sleep. the song that’s playing is my all by mariah carey but something, no, someone is stopping my mind from letting it sleep. she’s all i’m thinking about.

wait, this is exactly what she described. this is how she felt when she had a crush..

famous girl by kyoto

jane remover x female reader

chapter 1 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

i feel my phone vibrate from my dad calling me

“hey sweetheart”

“what’s up dad”

“just wanted to see how my daughter is doing”

“um why”

he sighs.. “i need your help. you caught me”

“dad! just ask me!”

“have you heard of Jane Remover?”

my heart drops a bit.

“yeah i’ve heard of her.”

“great, how is she?”

“her music is good yeah, i really liked her recent album”

“yes, i gave it a listen last night and i really enjoyed it. i’ve never heard anyone with that sound in this generation.”

“well, are you going to work with her?”

“i’m not sure..”

“why not?”

“just not sure if it’s worth the risk. she isn’t really well known or liked from the industry.”

“dad, i think it’s worth the risk. i mean she has such an incredible talent that took you years to master”

“ouch.”

“okay sorry, but you get what i mean.”

“hmm, okay then. only because you seem to really like this girl. i’ll discuss it with my partners and i’ll let you know. maybe you can stop by the studio once it’s finalized..?”

“i’d love that.”

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it’s been a couple weeks after that phone call with my dad. he’s always working with some new upcoming artist and they somehow always end up famous. his talent is their ticket to success.

i discovered Jane Remover when i was going through a messy breakup with my high school boyfriend.

census designated got me through so much and i personally think she’s hot. the way she moves in her shows, talks, and just carries herself is so attractive. although, i don’t want and need my father knowing that. growing up, he didn’t want me to talk to any of his clients romantically because he “knows how the industry is”.

whatever that means.

i fix myself a plate of dinner i prepared for my roommate, angelica and i. we’ve lived together for about 3 years now and she’s probably my best friend. she knows everything about me and i know everything about her. she’s like my other half.

“damn this looks good” she says walking into the kitchen from her bedroom

“it is good. i made it”

“nevermind i’m not eating this shit.” she says while taking a bite.

i laugh and as i’m about to take a bite, my phone starts ringing from a call from my dad

“hey sweetheart”

“what’s up dad”

“can you come by the studio tomorrow at noon? the song i made with jane is finished and we’d love for you to see it.”

“we? as in jane?”

“well i’d hope so.” he responds

i hear angelica laugh at my dads comment

“uuhhhh okay yeah, i’ll be there.”

“great, okay honey i’ll see you there, goodnight ladies!”

“goodnight mr. y/l/n!” yells angelica from across the table

i quickly hang up before my dad can respond and sigh with anxiety.

“what’s wrong? i thought you loved jane remover?”

“i do, i’m just nervous on meeting jane tomorrow.”

“it’ll be fine!! she’s gonna love you, i mean she has to. or else that deal with your dad is OVER!” she says with laughter

“okay yeah but i want her to like me for me not because of this deal with my dad”

“she will, i promise.”

i smile at her comment and finish my food.

eventually it reaches noon the next day and my stomach feels like someone is twisting it from how nervous i feel right now.

as i’m walking from the hallway into the studio room, i see my dad sitting in front of jane and she seems to be talking to him while staring at the laptop in front of them playing what seems to be the ending of a song.

i knock loudly to announce myself and walk in. “there she is!” my dad says while turning around

“here i am.” i say while closing the door behind me.

they both stand up and my dad pulls me in for a hug. behind my dad is jane and we’re awkwardly smiling at each other, waiting for my dad to let go of me so i am able to properly greet jane.

after what feels like eternity, he finally lets go of me and jane pulls her hand out of her pocket.

“hey, i’m jane. nice to meet you!” she says with a heart warming smile.

“hi! i’m y/n. nice to meet you too.” her hand feels warm and comforting. i don’t want to let go. there’s a chair waiting for me besides my dad and we all sit.

“so, we’ve been working on this for quite some time now and i wanted you to hear it before it was released.”

“okay, let’s hear it.”

jane leans in to restart the song and plays it.

i look around to fully grasp the new sound and steal a couple glances from jane. it almost feels like she’s analyzing my face. the room vibrates from the bass and smoke fills the room from her cigarette. as the song approaches the ending, she finally looks away and focuses on the screen.

“soooo what’d you think.”

“wow, i mean. it’s incredible! i know i’ll be hearing it all the time.”

“really?” she asks

“yeah, i definitely see it being a hit.”

“that’s what i like to hear.” says my dad.

“well, i’m glad you could stop by and hear it.”

“of course, i love it. can’t wait to hear more.”

i step out to use the bathroom and as i’m washing my hands, i feel someone’s presence behind me. i look from my peripheral vision that a tall figure with short red hair is approaching besides me.

“so where are you off to?” asks the figure.

i look up and see it’s jane.

“oh uh-“

“sorry- did i scare you?” she interrupts

“no! it’s okay- you just caught me off guard. um- i’m probably gonna go to dunkin and then my 3pm.”

“oh that’s cool, i’m actually going to dunkin too.”

“oh? would you wanna ride with me then?”

“uh- sure! why not?” she smiles and grabs her purse from the sink.

we make conversation while heading to my car and i discover that she’s been making music since she was in middle school!

“and then i finally dropped my hit, that’s when my life changed”

“wow, i can’t imagine all of that changing over night!”

“yeah, it was crazy. i mean, i would’ve never expected to be here working with your dad anyways.”

“oh? really?”

“yeah- sorry is that weird?”

“no! i’ve come to a realization that my dad is a very important person to many people not just myself.”

she laughs. her laugh fills my soul with joy. it’s like music to my ears.

“yeah no. i can’t imagine having a dad like that-“

at your best - aaliyah randomly blasts in my car since i was listening to it on the way here.

“oh my god! i love this song!”

“sorry- i didn’t realize how loud that was until now.”

“no don’t be sorry, i love this song! but at your best, you are loooveeeee” she sings on key.

“wow, that was good.”

“pssshhhh that was nothing!!”

“yeah you sound great in flash in the pan.” fuck i just outed myself.

“uh? you’ve heard my music before?”

“uhm- i just heard a couple songs this morning since my dad told me to stop by. didn’t wanna be that one kid who didn’t study.” please tell me i saved it.

“ohhhhhhh no don’t worry. i mean i have a lot more work than just that song.”

“looks like i got homework tonight.”

she laughs. again. i made her laugh again.

she ends up paying for my coffee as well even though i practically begged her not to. i’m not sure if she’s trying to be nice because of the song or because she actually likes me.

“so, let me know what you think about my music. i’m actually really curious to hear what you think.”

“i definitely will. i’ll see you around then jane”

i walk away towards my car and as i’m entering i see her watching me enter my car from inside the dunkin donuts

i wave at her before sitting down and she waves back with her iced coffee in her hands.

jane remover x y/n

this is a story i’m still actively working on so plz bear with me ! ^_^

summary:

y/n is the daughter of a famous music producer and has secretly been a huge fan of jane’s music for a while. she convinces her dad to contact jane about working together without telling jane she was the reason. discover where this leads to and will jane ever find out?

first chapter being posted tn! ˙𐃷˙

you're just cute

masc!jane remover, fem!reader, fluff, rpf, sfw, animals, romance, petting zoo, no ai used, this is not an accurate depiction of jane remover and a work of fiction, requested

the petting zoo had been your idea, and pretending to hate it had been jane's.

there was only one thing that jane hated more than forgetting her wallet when she was out, wasting cash, but there too was only one thing that jane loved as equally as she did you: animals.

"baby, I'm not spending twenty dollars to touch a goat." she'd said when you'd showed her the flyer.

"yes you are."

"I'm really not." she let out a humorless chuckle, not even bothering to look at you as you stared at her in disdain. she always loved acting like a tough guy, and always joked that you loved acting like a princess whenever she was around.

fine. two could play that game.

so you gave in to the shallow description of you, batting your lashes, frowning, and furrowing your brows ever so slightly so that you looked just utterly and completely distraught. "please, jane? for me? you know how much I want to go, and..."

and now here she was.

touching a goat.

you stood a few feet away trying—and failing—not to laugh as the white bunch of fluff shoved its forehead directly into her leg. she looked down at it with the most offended expression imaginable, and then at you.

"do you see why I didn't want to go now?" she glared. unbothered and unaware of the criticism being flung its way, the goat only bleated, and she scoffed. "don't talk back to me."

you giggled.

opting for a different method of what jane was pretending was torture, the animal immediately trotted closer and started chewing on the hem of her hoodie.

jane sighed dramatically.

"this is a prison."

the façade was kept up for a little while, and then five minutes later she was crouched in the dirt hand-feeding the same goat pieces of feed from her palm. a prison, apparently.

you leaned against the fence, smiling.

most people knew jane as loud and sarcastic. a little intimidating when she wanted to be. really, she always looked like she'd rather die than admit she cared about something. but animals? animals completely ruined her image every single time they were around.

the animal nudged her hand again.

"okay, okay," she chuckled, voice soft in the way it only got when she was talking to you—or livestock, apparently.

the goat climbed halfway into her lap.

jane looked around.

"is this allowed?"

"probably not."

"cool."

she let it cuddle her anyway, and your heart practically exploded. the goat immediately started chewing on her sleeve. "you are so stupid," she told it affectionately.

you covered your mouth.

jane finally looked up.

"what?"

"nothing."

"... you have that, look."

"what look?"

"the one where you're making fun of me."

you rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face gave away how you really felt: enamored. "I'm not... making fun of you, you're just cute."

jane groaned disapprovingly.

"you are."

"no."

"you're babying a goat."

"it wanted me to."

"oh, did it tell you that?"

"mhm." the goat made a noise. "see?"

you laughed so hard your stomach hurt. jane tried to maintain her dignity for three seconds before laughing too. it wasn't huge, but it was enough to make your chest ache.

god.

you loved seeing her happy.

eventually the two of you wandered farther into the petting zoo. there were sheep, tiny pigs, and a miniature donkey that seemed determined to follow jane around for reasons neither of you understood.

"another fan," you said.

"shut. up." jane warned you.

"you have a... natural charisma."

"it's because he recognizes greatness."

"mmm no, it's because you probably smell like animal feed to him."

the donkey sneezed as if agreeing, and you nearly fell over laughing while jane looked betrayed.

by lunchtime, you were sat together at a picnic table while the animals wandered nearby. the summer air was warm, and children laughed somewhere in the distance.

for a few minutes neither of you said anything.

jane sat beside you with one arm draped across the back of the bench. relaxed and comfortable the way she only ever seemed when it was just the two of you.

then something nudged your leg.

you looked down and locked eyes with a rabbit. tiny and climbing, or trying to, at least, directly into your lap. you let out an "aww" before you could help yourself, and jane glanced over.

the second she saw it, her entire face changed. not dramatically. just enough. her eyes softened. her shoulders relaxed.

the fluffball stretched its neck toward her, and jane reached over automatically. one finger scratched beneath its chin, and the rabbit practically melted.

"oh my god. you like him," you murmured.

"... yeah."

"you really like him."

"he's alright." she tried to play it off.

"jane."

she didn't reply, sensing you were going to say something annoying.

"jane." you said more firmly.

"what?"

"you have hearts in your eyes. I think 'alright' is an understatement." you smiled.

"no I don't."

"you so do." your smile grew wider.

the rabbit leaned into her hand, and jane smiled a real, full smile this time that made her look adorable, and despite being the toughest person you knew, softer, like all the walls she'd spent years building had completely disappeared. for a second, she didn't notice you staring at the sight. she was too focused on the rabbit and making sure it was comfortable. every now and then she'd gently rub behind its ears with the cautiousness of a brain surgeon as if it'd break under her touch, then eventually give in to her urges and really pet it, let the fur slide in the spaces between her fingers and fluff up.

the situation hit you harder than it probably should have, mostly because it wasn't really about the rabbit. it was seeing the parts of her nobody else got to see. the tenderness beneath all the sarcasm.

"don't." she finally noticed your expression. ears turning red and head tilting away from you to avoid your gaze.

"what?"

"don't look at me like that."

you grinned. "like what?" her signature sarcastic resting face was nothing but a ghost by now, and a warm, helplessly gentle look graced her features. her eyes flicked over to glance at you after you'd spoken, attempting to shoot a harsh glare your way, and failing because it was really hard to pretend you were upset while petting a rabbit.

"like I'm adorable." she said.

you looked at her for a second, thinking as if your opinion would change the closer you examined her, and it didn't.

"but you are."

cookie dough

jane remover, fem!reader, fluff, romance, sfw, requested, rusty writing, no ai used, this is not an accurate depiction of the real jane remover and a work of fiction, gonna start posting a lot again fr this time

her name was jane remover, and you met her because she almost hit you with a shopping cart.

you were standing in the freezer aisle staring at two different brands of ice cream like the decision actually mattered, and then suddenly a cart clipped your ankle.

"shit."

you looked up, and the girl holding the cart looked about your age, maybe a little older. she had long, curly red hair, a baggy hoodie, and one of her hands was still gripping the handle of the cart while the other adjusted a pair of headphones hanging around her neck.

she didn't even look embarrassed—which is probably what pissed you off the most—just... inconvenienced, after she'd hit you.

"sorry."

you stared.

she stared back.

glanced down at your ice cream.

"the cookie dough one's better."

and walked away.

you spent the next ten minutes irrationally annoyed at her.

then you saw her again, which shouldn't have happened. your town wasn't tiny, but it wasn't exactly huge either. despite that, a week later you saw her sitting outside of a coffee shop with a sketchbook balanced on one knee. you only recognized her because of the haircut and because she looked exactly as annoyed to be alive as she had in the grocery store. you would've walked right past, but she looked up.

"hey."

you stopped.

"... hey."

"you're the uhhh, god, right! the ice cream girl."

"what does that even mean?"

"the girl from the ice cream aisle?" she said slowly, raising an eyebrow and looking at you like you were stupid.

you huffed at the audacity of her and crossed your arms.

"yeah, you hit me with a shopping cart."

"you survived."

"unfortunately. now I have to see you again."

that got the tiniest, barely there smile out of her.

"jane."

you blinked.

"what?"

"my name?"

"oh."

you told her yours, and then somewhere between antagonizing her about the cart and her judging your taste in ice cream, you ended up sat down talking with her.

you exchanged numbers, and from there on out you were attached by the hip. after the first few weeks, you learned jane was interesting. not weird or strange, just actually interesting.

she had bizzare taste in food—you still don't know how someone can enjoy subway teriyaki—to start, could make amazing music, and looked intimidating until she actually opened her mouth and started talking a mile a minute about things nobody asked about like old guitars, how different crowds acted in the same city when she was performing, superbowl show predictions, and movies.

one time, she spent fifteen minutes explaining why she thought bad bunny would've never agreed to doing a halftime show before he did, and you listened anyway. mostly because her eyes lit up when she got excited and because she didn't realize she talked with her hands, but she didn't need to know that.

by the third month you were definitely, positively friends. nobody had ever officially said it unless in passing, but you were.

you knew her favorite drink. she knew your fast food order. you knew she hated being touched unexpectedly and was famous, and she knew you hated phone calls and were perpetually tired.

one night, you ended up sitting on the roof of a parking garage. the city lights weren't impressive, but neither of you were really paying attention to them when the mcdonald's you were eating tasted this good at 11 pm. jane was stretched out beside you, staring at the sky and occasionally popping a fry into her mouth.

"do you ever think about how weird friendship is?"

you laughed.

"totally. all the time, jane. day and night, even."

"no, seriously." she chuckled and kept staring upward. "out of everyone alive, you just... randomly decide some people matter and other's don't."

you looked at her then.

the wind pushed her hair across her forehead and her eyes caught the moonlight just right, and for some reason your chest got weird.

"what, are you saying it's like destiny or something?"

"maybe. I don't know what it is, you know, but I'm glad we met."

your heart stumbled just slightly and you asked yourself why, but not enough to understand. not yet.

you kept talking and living and getting closer, and after nearly four months you finally realized you liked her. you were talking about her one day, as always, and one of your friends finally interrupted, tired of hearing you gush about her as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"do you ever think about how youuuu... you know... have a crush on her?" she started, smiling and narrowing her eyes.

you laughed in response a little too quickly for it to be casual.

"what? no I don't."

"yes, you do." she nudged you.

"what are you talking about?"

"are you serious? you smile every time she texts, you own a hoodie because she said it'd look good on you, and you know her coffee order. you have a crush on her." she counted on her fingers.

you realized she was probably right, so you tried ignoring it. that worked for about four days, and then jane showed up at your house and sat beside you and leaned her shoulder against yours and suddenly "ignoring it" became impossible.

every tiny thing mattered. every smile, text, stupid joke, time she remembered something small about you, looked for you first in a crowd, and said your name felt monumental, and it was awful.

usually, you would've just thought about it, asked for advice twenty times, and then inevitably confessed, but your plans had been interrupted when she met her.

claire.

she was pretty, confident, and the type of person who knew they were attractive, which was fine. at first.

claire started hanging out with jane. a lot. in the beginning, you didn't care, but then you started noticing the inside jokes and late night calls. then suddenly, there were days where jane seemed busy, didn't text, or cancelled plans, and every time she did, your stomach twisted because you were confident you knew exactly why.

and the worst part was that you had no right to be upset. jane wasn't your girlfriend. she wasn't anything to you except your friend, your best friend, and she was allowed to spend time with whoever she wanted to, so every jealous thought made you feel guilty which, like all things seemed to be doing, made everything worse.

but then eventually jane noticed, and you couldn't just pretend to be normal and act like claire wasn't bothering you anymore.

"you've been weird lately."

you looked away.

"thanks jane. no I haven't."

"you have."

"right."

"you barely text me anymore."

you laughed a little bitterly.

"it seems like you're doing fine without me."

the moment the words left your mouth you regretted them. shock flickered across her face. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"nevermind."

"no," her voice sharpened, "what did you mean by that?"

"I don't know." you stood.

"you obviously do."

"can you just drop it?"

"why?"

because I love you.

because seeing you with somebody else feels like getting shot.

maybe because I don't know what to do anymore.

instead, you actually said "because I'm tired" and walked away.

three weeks later it was raining while you were sitting under a bus stop shelter when jane appeared, completely soaked and looking angry. you hadn't spoken properly in days. every conversation ended awkwardly or forced, and neither of you knew how to fix it. or you did, really, but more importantly, you hadn't.

"can you tell me what's wrong?"

"nothing. how'd you even know I was here?" you stared at the pavement.

"did you forget we share our fucking locations? wait, stop, stop distracting me—stop lying."

you clenched your jaw.

"why do you even care, jane?"

the second you said it her face fell, and suddenly you hated yourself for saying that.

"'why do I care'?" her voice cracked. "are you serious?" you looked away. "you'vs been shutting me out for weeks." you flinched. "you won't talk to me." she stepped closer. "you won't tell me what's wrong." then closer. "and every time I try to fix it you run away." closer. "so tell me what's wrong. please."

rain hammered onto the pavement around you.

your chest hurt, your head hurt, everything hurt, and suddenly you couldn't do it anymore.

"I like you."

an inhale, an exhale.

the rain.

"I didn't want to," your voice shook, "I was fine being friends, but I just, do, okay?"

"oh."

"yeah, oh." you laughed miserably. for a second you thought she'd reject you.

"oh my god." she ran both hands through her wet hair.

"'oh my god' what?"

"you're an idiot."

your stomach dropped. "what?"

"you're an idiot."

you blinked, then after processing what she'd said your face started twisting into a grimace.

"jane are you fucking—"

"I thought you hated me."

"... what?"

"I thought claire told you."

"told me what?"

jane looked relieved, confusingly enough.

"claire wasn't my girlfriend."

"I never said she was."

"she was helping me figure out how to ask you out. I mean, she doesn't even like girls."

you blinked. "what?"

"I've liked you for months."

the rain suddenly felt very far away. you blinked and stared at her for a while, waiting. waiting for the "I was just joking" or the "actually" or the "nevermind" that would never come.

"I'm serious." she said, doubling down.

"jane—" you started then stopped, gears struggling to turn in your head.

she groaned, and then she grabbed your face and kissed you. you barely got a chance to kiss her back before she was pulling away and you were just standing there, soaked and staring, and jane was laughing nervously; a sound you'd never heard before.

"I think you know that it was never gonna be claire now." she squeezed your hand.

you laughed. "yeah."

she smiled, and for the first time since you'd met her in that grocery store aisle, everything felt simple.

"hey."

"what?"

"wanna get ice cream?" she said, looking at you with a smile so fond any passerby would've thought you'd hung the moon for her.

you rolled your eyes but smiled despite yourself, flushed and finally content.