#jane x reader

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At first it wouldn’t accept the image types because I cropped them so-

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˙⋆✮⋆˚࿔ All Normal Things ✮⋆˙

⋆˙⟡ confronting the creeps about something…suspicious you found in their house ⋆˙⟡

Includes: Nina, Clockwork, Kate, and Jane

a/n: so i kinda went off base because the request was a bit vague, so i took the non-proxy!reader idea and just did something with it

a/n 2: if you’re confused on what the suspicious thing is, i’ve written it under the photos

Summery: Patrick goes into a cafe to get coffee for his colleagues and tea for him. He has a cute interaction with the barista aka you. Authors note: I got a new job as a barista and i love it and I'm re-watching Mentalist and man oh man do I have ideas. Word Count: 1,712 Requests Open!!!

The first time Jane Volturi met you, she stared at you like you were something unpleasant stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

Which, admittedly, wasn’t the warmest welcome.

You stood awkwardly beside Alec Volturi in the massive throne room, painfully aware of your heartbeat echoing through the silent chamber. Every vampire in the room could hear it. Especially Jane.

Her crimson eyes narrowed slightly as she circled you once.

“A human,” she said flatly. Alec’s expression didn’t change. “Yes.”

Jane looked personally offended by this information. “You brought a human here.”

“She is my mate.” That stopped her for exactly two seconds. “And?” Jane replied.

You tried not to look intimidated. Failed a little.

Alec sighed quietly through his nose, already sounding exhausted. “Jane.”

“What?” she asked innocently, though the glint in her eyes said otherwise. “I simply don’t understand why you’re attached to something so fragile.”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but Alec beat you to it. “She is important to me,” he said firmly. “That should be enough.”

Jane crossed her arms, unconvinced. From then on, things were… difficult.

Not openly hostile—mostly because Alec would never allow that—but Jane clearly disliked having you around. She disappeared whenever you entered a room, gave one-word answers when you spoke to her, and occasionally stared at you like she was imagining creative ways to kill you.

Alec noticed every single thing. “She’ll come around,” he promised one evening while the two of you sat together in his room. You smiled weakly. “Your sister hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“She threatened to throw me off a tower yesterday.” Alec considered that. “That’s actually progress.” You laughed despite yourself, and his expression softened immediately at the sound.

The truth was, you understood why Jane struggled.

You were human. Weak. Temporary. To the Volturi, humans were little more than decoration—or food. But Alec loved you anyway.

And Jane loved Alec more than anyone in the world.

Which meant she saw you as a risk. So instead of giving up, you tried harder. You started small.

When the cooks prepared meals for you, you’d ask for enough for two and bring some to Jane’s room. She usually claimed she didn’t want any.

But after the third time, you noticed the plate always came back empty. You invited her to sit with you in the library while you read. She pretended she was only there because the room was quiet.

You asked her opinion on dresses before gatherings, even though she acted annoyed every time. And slowly—very slowly—Jane stopped leaving every time you entered a room.

One afternoon, you found her sitting alone near the castle gardens, looking unusually bored.

You hesitated before approaching. “I’m going into the town nearby.”

Jane glanced at you lazily. “Why?”

“I wanted new paints.”

“You paint?”

“A little.”

Silence.

Then—

“You’re terrible at it, I assume.”

You grinned. “Probably.”

Jane looked away for a moment before standing abruptly. “I’m coming with you.”

You blinked. “Really?”

“I have nothing else to do.”

But she stayed close to you the entire trip.

That had been all Aro needed to see in Jane’s memory.

“A painting evening!” he announced dramatically. You should’ve known better.

Now the grand throne room had somehow transformed into a studio filled with canvases, brushes, and enough paint to concern everyone involved. Marcus looked like he would rather walk directly into sunlight.

“I do not understand why I’m here,” he said flatly from his throne. “Because art feeds the soul, Marcus!” Aro replied. “I no longer possess one.”

Meanwhile, Jane Volturi sat beside you looking deeply offended by the entire concept. “This is ridiculous.”

“You’ve said that six times.”

“Because it continues to be true.”

Despite her complaints, though, Jane hadn’t left. Which already felt like progress. You smiled to yourself as you mixed colors on your palette. Across the room, Alec Volturi leaned silently against one of the pillars, arms crossed as he watched everything unfold.

Mostly, he was watching you and Jane. Specifically, the fact that Jane was voluntarily sitting beside you. That alone nearly qualified as a historical event.

Then there was Caius.

Unlike everyone else, Caius had not complained once. In fact… he looked intensely focused.

You glanced over curiously—and froze.

“Oh my god.”

Jane followed your stare. Caius’s canvas was stunning.

Not decent. Not surprisingly okay.

Stunning.

The details were impossibly precise: a moonlit landscape overlooking Volterra, painted with elegant brushstrokes and rich shadows that looked almost alive.

Even Marcus looked mildly impressed.

Aro gasped theatrically. “Caius! You’ve been withholding talent from us!”

Caius barely looked up from his work. “Unlike the rest of you, I do not approach things incompetently.”

Jane stared at the painting in disbelief. “Why is it actually good?”

“Because I painted it properly.” You leaned forward, genuinely amazed. “That’s incredible.”

For the first time all evening, Caius paused.

His red eyes flicked toward you carefully, as though judging whether you were mocking him.

You weren’t.

“I mean it,” you said quickly. “The lighting is beautiful.”

A strange silence followed. Then Caius looked back at his painting with the faintest hint of satisfaction. Jane blinked. “…Did you just compliment Caius?”

“Yes?”

“You’re either very brave or deeply stupid.”

“Both can be true.” Alec covered his mouth briefly, hiding what looked suspiciously like a smile. The evening continued after that, oddly calmer than before.

At one point, Caius unexpectedly corrected your brush technique when he passed by your canvas.

“You’re using too much pressure,” he said. You looked up. “Can you show me?”

Jane nearly dropped her brush. Caius narrowed his eyes slightly, but after a moment he stepped beside you and took the brush carefully from your hand.

“Like this,” he said stiffly, demonstrating a softer stroke. “The paint blends more evenly.”

“Oh,” you said honestly. “That’s actually really helpful.” Jane looked utterly scandalized. “You’re accepting painting advice from Caius.”

“You say that like he isn’t clearly amazing at it.”

Caius looked smug immediately. Aro was having the time of his immortal life. “Look at this!” he exclaimed. “Art bringing everyone together!”

“It is not bringing everyone together,” Jane muttered. But then you turned toward her with a grin. “Can you help me pick a background color?”

Jane opened her mouth to refuse automatically—

Then paused.

“…Fine.”

Alec noticed instantly.

His expression softened in a way that made your chest ache a little. Because this—Jane sitting beside you while the two of you argued over paint colors, Caius silently offering criticism from nearby, Aro practically glowing with delight, Marcus pretending not to care while secretly observing all of it—

This was what Alec wanted.

Not peace in the political sense.

Not power.

Just his family getting along with you.

And somehow, through paint-covered hands and sarcastic commentary, it was finally happening.

Later, while Jane reluctantly helped clean paint from your fingers, Alec moved quietly beside her.

“You like her,” he murmured.

Jane scoffed immediately. “Don’t be absurd.”

Alec raised an eyebrow.

Jane looked away. “…She asked Caius for painting lessons without fear. That was moderately impressive.” Alec’s smile widened faintly.

Across the room, Caius overheard and looked unbearably pleased with himself. “Of course she was impressed,” he said coolly. “I am clearly the most talented one here.” Marcus stared at his own canvas. “You painted for six straight hours.”

“And?”

“That is the longest I’ve seen you willingly participate in anything.” Caius looked offended by the observation. You laughed so suddenly you nearly spilled paint again, and Jane—before she could stop herself—laughed too.

Alec looked between the two of you like the moment alone was enough to make the entire evening worth it. After that, things changed faster.

Jane began appearing beside you during meals. She listened when you spoke instead of ignoring you. Once, she even smirked when you made Alec roll his eyes—which felt like a massive achievement. The biggest shock came weeks later.

You were sitting in Alec’s chambers, attempting to braid Jane’s hair while she complained the entire time. “You’re pulling.”

“I’m not!”

“You are.”

“You’re dramatic.”

Jane scoffed. “I literally torture people for entertainment.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re not dramatic.” From the doorway came an unfamiliar sound.

Laughter.

You both turned. Alec stood there staring at the two of you, genuine happiness written all over his face. It softened his usually cold features so completely that your chest tightened.

Jane noticed immediately.

“Oh, don’t look at us like that,” she muttered.

“Like what?” Alec asked, though the smile tugging at his mouth gave him away.

“Like you’re emotional.”

“I am emotional.”

Jane looked horrified. You laughed quietly. “You’re making her uncomfortable.”

“I can see that.”

Alec crossed the room and leaned down beside your chair, brushing a kiss against your temple before glancing at his sister.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

Jane rolled her eyes instantly. “Disgusting.”

But there was no bite to it anymore.

Not really.

You reached over and took her hand dramatically. “Jane, I think this means we’re best friends now.”

“We are absolutely not best friends.”

Alec smiled faintly. “You braided her hair.” Jane froze. You grinned victoriously.

“…I hate both of you,” Jane muttered.

But she didn’t let go of your hand.

—————————— The end ————————————

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.

Warnings: obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, oblivious reader, inexperienced reader, mentions of abuse from Cullens

Alec:

Alec has to be subtle about his affections and intentions with you

Your ‘family’ already hate him, they have since the day Edward was introduced to the volturi and could report to the Cullens every thought alec has had of you

His courting had to remain subtle for his forbidden flower, for his sweet Juliet to his Romeo

He found that at first his best option for being close to you was ask for a dance at one of the balls that the volturi threw for the introductions of new members of big time clans

These balls were for the most part mandatory, meaning your family couldn’t just lock you away and you could spend time with other vampires with minimal fear

Alec would walk to to you with one of the volturi kings next to him so that If you accepted a dance with him, they could distract the Cullens long enough for Alec to slip the two of you onto the ballroom floor

He never was one for dancing before you, coming from a poor village in the medieval times he never really had to learn

Even after joining the volturi, he copied basic moves whenever he had to dance with someone for the sake of politeness

But after meeting you and realising that you came from a different time period to him, he begged some of the female volturi members to teach him some steps to dances from your time

He tried to master them but sometimes you still have to correct him, to which he’ll claim that you must be seeing things to save himself embarrassment

He also tried to learn courting culture from your time, but he never could do with all the politeness from it

He preferred being improper with you, it gave him the opportunity to see the real you

So he’d sneak up to your room after the Cullens locked you up for the night

He’d sneak through the window and the two of you would spend the night talking and laughing together, considering neither of you needed to sleep

It made him feel closer to you, made him feel special to have that time with you

He knew that no one else had that experience with you, and that made his worries of you being taken from him

He’s done everything in his power to make sure the vampire clans know that he has claim on you and is courting you, he’s seen the newer clans looking at you like a piece of meat and he thought it best to show who you belong to

If any others try and intrude on your time together, they’ll be hissed at viciously and the volturi kings will be told of the interference to their plan to match you with either Alec or Jane

His last act of devotion to you was to swear you that he will free you from the Cullens grasp, and you can only pray he’s truthful

Jane:

Jane isn’t the most loving person

She struggles to express most emotions, but showing her adoration and love is the hardest

So she tries to court you in more practical ways, such as acts of service

Anything that you need doing, she will have the task completed by sundown

Your struggling to find clothes because the Cullens only give you childish clothes? Jane had handmade clothes tailored to match and compliment your body type and skin colour and she leaves them in your room for you

You’re thirsty but you don’t have any blood to feed with? Jane killed a human for you two to share during your teatime

She even asks for it to be baked into pastry’s even though neither of you can digest food anymore so you both end up coughing it up

You need entertainment while you’re locked away in your room? Jane will sit outside your door and read your favourite books and poems to you and keep you entertained

She also tries to work on her physical affection for you

She offers you an arm when you walk together through the garden at night, she places her hand over yours when you need comforting, she will place small kisses on your hand when greeting you in private

These are all things she never thought she’d be comfortable with until she met you, so she’s slowly improving in private

When she’s feeling extra possessive, she will cover you head to toe in her signature scent either by spraying you with perfume or briefly holding you and rubbing her cheek against your neck

This means she can put a subtle claim on you to show that you are hers and that anyone who tries to touch you will feel the wrath of her painful stare

Her final act of devotion from when she saw you last was swearing to free you from the Cullens so the two of you could stay near each other forever

She does all of this and yet your still completely oblivious to the affections her and her twin hold for you

Johnny (post meeting you)

Johnnys methods of courting is mainly just trying to help you discover more of yourself and help you separate your identity from the one forced upon you by the Cullens

I suppose it would fall under the category of quality time as he will spend hours upon hours with you helping you learn a new skill or remember an old memory

He helps you acclimate to the more modern parts of society that the Cullens never taught you about, such as dating culture and party culture

He tries to find things for the two of you to do that he thinks you’ll enjoy the most

An example of this is him taking you to a petting zoo and letting you control all the cute animals because it made you feel better then hunting with the Cullens

He also used his power to his advantage and he will shape his shadows to make shadowy animal figures for you to admire

He will also get very secretly proud of himself every time he sees you’ve enjoyed yourself doing an activity he chose out

He’s also very big into PDA as he’s less afraid of what the Cullens will do to him

He’s always got an arm around your shoulders or waist when you walk or he’s holding your hand as you talk to each other

But always with permission, he understands that you can have a slight touch Phobia because of your time with the Cullens

He was also raised as a lord, so all of his courting will subconsciously be very gentlemanly despite his playful and rough persona

So that means the sidewalk rule is being obeyed, he’s always taking your arm when you walk together and he’s always generally acting with honour and decency

He’ll do all this and you’ll still swear that he hates you though

famous girl by angel

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.

@dontmentionitseriouslyy for the request

author's note: back to my roots of writing fem character x reader fanfiction.

warnings: in this fic, there is no Upside-Down or anything to do with that because I said so. talks of homophobia, BYLER MENTION, kissing