#jr drop

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.

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.

⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 jane remover 𓂃 ⋆ who's your favorite therapist, your best friend, and your not-so-secret-anymore admirer.

summary · your girlfriend is hot, dumb, rude, a jerk, and just about every awful thing you could think of except unattractive, so when you come over to jane's house crying over her for the millionth time all she can think is "why can't you see that I'm better for you?"

watch out · masterlist, masc!best friend!jane remover, fem!reader, no ai used, hurt/comfort, written solely on tumblr mobile, confession, requested, ⋆˚࿔ thanks for the request!

"I just don't know what to do. I mean, I've tried talking to her and everything." you said into jane's shoulder after sniffling.

"I know, but she just doesn't listen. I don't know why you're still with her." she sighed. you were laying on top of her cuddling in her bed, and her chin was resting on your head as she held you and ran her hands through your hair.

this was just another day for you, an argument with your girlfriend, coming to your best friend for reassurance, and cuddling plus talking it out so that you could feel a little better, but this was torture for jane—probably because she didn't see you as her "best friend."

well, sort of.

it starts like this: you and her meet in fifth grade back when she isn't the jane you know today. you graduate, and she happens to go to the same middle school as you. you graduate again, and she happens, again, to go to the same highschool as you. you both change over the years and hop into certain friend groups then out of others, but the one thing that stays constant in your lives is each other.

now, keep that up for four years and you end up in her parents' house, in her room, in her bed, on top of her talking about your very rude and very emotionally abusive girlfriend who to her should be your ex-girlfriend while she has a raging crush on you.

so yeah, definitely not just "best friends," but she doesn't know how to bring it up to you.

"jane?" you said with a frown as you sat up, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"y—yeah?" she stammered. you were straddling her on accident, and she was trying very hard to ignore it.

"do you ever... want something you shouldn't?"

"what do you mean?"

"like," you sighed and moved off of her to sit beside her, "you have one thing, but you want another thing that you shouldn't. remember when I first wanted a girl and I'd thought I was supposed to be straight? like that."

"yes." she said a little too quickly, and the truth was she had wanted to say more. yes, because I'm doing it right now. yes, because I do it with you. yes, because I'm not supposed to want you.

"no, like I mean for real. you're probably talking about... I don't know, smoking cigarettes or something dumb," you laughed and she rolled her eyes despite the smile on her face, "but I mean something different. kind of with love."

"yeah, I get that. I kind of feel that way right now." fuck. that was dumb.

"right now?" you asked cautiously.

"yeah, like uh, shit, this period of time kind of 'right now' not this moment 'right now.'"

"... you're lying."

"I'm not."

"you never specify things like that."

"I do."

"you don't."

"I don't. wait—"

"see?" you laughed. "c'mon... what's wrong jane? you can tell me anything." and then you looked at her with those soft, warm gleaming eyes.

"shit uh, damn. I guess we're already here now so I'll just say it and... I hate your girlfriend. not in the way that your friend hates someone because they're not good enough for you, but because she's not good enough for you and I know I could be better. I've liked you since forever, and I figured I might as well tell you because it was gonna come out sooner or later." she explained slowly then let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding when she finished.

you blinked.

she blinked.

you frowned.

she winced and braced herself.

"why didn't you tell me?"

oh.

"wait, what?" she said after the initial shock dissolved, and she finally started breathing in air again.

"I've been lying to myself for, gosh, months now about loving her. my girlfriend, I mean. I liked you, but I was dating her and I didn't want to cheat or be unfaithful, and I thought you probably didn't like me back." you looked down and shook your head.

"every time we'd brush knees or you'd say something sweet I had to resist the urge to kiss you because I'm not a cheater, but I can't do this anymore."

before jane could stop you, you pulled out your phone, texted your now ex-girlfriend a "we're done," and looked back at her.

"can I still take you up on that kiss?" she breathed out then laughed. your faces were so close your noses were touching, and you were both smiling like idiots.

"you tell me."

your lips met slowly and gingerly, the kiss soft, gentle, and answering every question you'd both been wanting to ask each other for years. she liked you, you liked her, and you both could finally be together.

she could finally be yours.

summary · you smell another girl on jane.

watch out · jane remover, fem!reader, argument, hurt comfort, requested, angst with a happy ending, oneshot, a/n — help why is ts lowk ass

january 22nd, 11:04 PM. los angeles, california, u.s.

jane was late. again. she said she'd be home at ten, then said she'd be home in a few minutes, then minutes turned to hours until you were nearly falling asleep while waiting up for her.

just as you were about to fully slip into your dreams, the door opened then slammed shut, and in its wake allowed jane in.

"babe?" she called from the front door then threw down her keys. "are you awake?"

"yeah," you shouted back, sat up, and rubbed your eyes. you weren't happy that she had stayed out deep into the night again, but you couldn't help but be glad she was at least finally home. she was your girlfriend after all, and you'd missed her.

you could hear jane slip her shoes off, and then her footsteps sounded out through the house as she padded up the stairs.

"hi honey," she murmured softly and walked through the already open bedroom door.

"hi," you smiled. your eyes crinkled that way they did when you were truly happy, and you opened your arms.

naturally she stepped over and sighed, letting herself slump into your embrace. "this is nice."

"yeah, really nice," you chuckled and inhaled. you weren't a scenthound or anything, but you noticed she smelled... different. it wasn't anything masculine or woody like usual, and it definitely wasn't anything you owned.

"are you... wearing a new cologne by the way?" you asked cautiously. fuck. she had been out extra long this time.

"I think I got some of your perfume on me this morning." she said, voice muffled by your body.

"no I, none of mine smell like that. what is it, like, new shampoo?" you persisted.

"babe, I'm sure it's yours. I don't use anything frgrance-y."

"jane, that's not my fucking perfume." you let go of her.

"oh yeah? how do you know?" she scoffed. she was clearly irritated despite her being the problem, and honestly it just made you more upset. you loved her, but she was so inconsiderate sometimes.

"are you kidding me? because I don't own it! whose is it?" you laughed in disbelief.

"I don't have to tell you that."

"you do if you want to keep this relationship. I've stuck with you through very, very many things jane, but one thing I won't tolerate is get cheated on."

"what? you know I'd fucking drop everything for you if you asked most of the time, you just never ask. I come home an hour or so later than usual and you're talking about fucking 'are you cheating on me?' all of a sudden? like this shit is unreal, what's your problem?" she said, getting progressively louder as she went. you flinched, and guilt flashed over her face for a second but disappeared just as quickly as it'd come.

"you're just, you're never there when I need you or just want you. I shouldn't have to ask all the time, but I do miss you all the time. it feels like you don't care, and now you come home smelling like, well, like some other girl," you sniffled, voice cracking as tears slipped from your eyes.

you turned your head, shook it, and wiped your face a few times but it was too late: she'd already seen you crying. damn it, you were whining and now embarrassing yourself, you thought. you smiled in disbelief at the situation and sighed.

"fuck, I'm sorry baby. I didn't... I wasn't..." she frowned and took you into her arms.

she gently rubbed your back as you cried, murmuring soothing "I've got you," "'s okay," and "I'll be better baby"s into your ear every now and then.

"me and my friends went out to a strip club, but I swear I didn't touch or even really look at anyone. I went 'cause alex paid for the drinks and jennifer offered me a ride home. her entire car is filled with her perfume. seriously it was like insane, I almost keeled over. it was still wrong though n', fuck I just didn't think it'd be a big deal. here." she gingerly took out her phone, unlocked it, and gave it to you.

"these are uhm, all the texts and pictures from tonight."

you looked from her to the phone to her and then to the phone again before finally examining everything with watery eyes. she was telling the truth. there were stupid pictures and clearly barely clothed girls in the background, but in the background, never with or near jane.

"now I feel dumb," you sighed with a regretful smile. "I'm really sorry, jane. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that before knowing the whole story, or really at all."

her shoulders dropped once you finally calmed down and she flopped on top of you in the bed, exhausted and relieved you believed her.

"so... are we still having movie night?" you smiled into her.

she rolled her eyes but couldn't help the way her lips twitched up.

"... yeah, just no cheesy breakup ones."

jane remover, fem!reader, texas, country, post-show, reader grew up in rural tx, requested, small town, flirting, friends to lovers, banter, sfw, shyness, a/n — I'm really rusty, but I hope this was okay. thanks for the request.

she was still pretty energized when the show had ended, that familiar post-concert buzz she always got showing and the excitement of living in the city still filtering out of her body.

you were in rural texas, so there were no sirens, clubs with bass so loud you felt it from outside, and definitely no faraway traffic you could hear miles away even from the comfort of your apartment. despite all of that, which you honestly took as a blessing although you too lived in and loved the city, she seemed a little underwhelmed by the greenery and farms and, you'll never guess, more greenery.

"this is it?" she asked, glancing down the empty road.

"this is it," you sighed in relief, closing your eyes and letting the sun hit your skin.

after a while of silence, you glanced over and couldn't help the giggles that slipped from your mouth at the sight of her. she looked vampiric and utterly distraught. she was squinting, because the sunlight was too bright for her and frowning, because the town was too empty—not full enough of alcohol, partying, and god knows what else she got into for her. the venue had been dark and full of noise like usual, but this was... well, the exact opposite and a whole new world to her.

"what the hell did you do as a kid? have imaginary friends?"

"shut up, you're just so overloaded by partying all the time that this feels weird," you rolled your eyes, nudging her playfully.

"yeah okay, what I am is hungry," she shook her head and chuckled, dangling her keys and making her way to her car. "c'mon."

"I call shotgun."

"are you stupid? it's just us."

"okay, but I didn't want to drive."

"it's my car, of course I'd be driving, are you stu—you know what, okay."

"you're fun to mess with." you smiled.

"get in before I run you over."

jane let you pick the diner, and you ordered fries, something greasy, and milkshakes to go. after the bags hit the counter, you headed off again and drove on some dirt path that cut through fields and seemed like it might go on forever.

by the time you finally stopped, the sky's canvas was painted all shades of orange and pink and it was still warm but not hot now, you know, how it's still nice out but the heat isn't beating your back anymore.

"pretty." she said, making you look at her just to find out she was already staring at you.

"the sky, the sky's pretty, I meant." she tried to say casually and failed.

"I agree," you smiled knowingly.

you both sat side by side on the hood, your legs dangling and the takeout sat between you. at first she was restless without anything to do, tapping her fingers against the car underneath them, glancing at her phone out of habit even though her signal was low.

"you know it's okay to do nothing while you eat too, right?" you teased, popping a fry in your mouth.

"yeah, but it's just weird. life was never like this in jersey."

"do you like it?"

"I don't hate it, but it's different." she admitted.

"like the crickets and sizzling barbecue and random farm animal noises way?"

"yes! like why the hell are there actual goats out here? who the fuck owns goats?"

"you would've never survived when my neighbor's cows broke their fencing and spilled out onto my culdesac when I was nine."

"that sounds like those ai generated tiktok stories."

"you'd be surprised how many times it happened." you chuckled.

you bumped knees on accident, but she didn't pull away. instead she leaned into you, and you let your head fall onto her shoulder slow enough that she had time to stop you.

she didn't.

against your better judgement, you reached up to press a kiss to the corner of her lips then pulled away quickly, starting to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"

she cut you off with another kiss, gentle but longer.

𝓼ummary · after a spider bite leaves jane with abilities she can barely understand, she finds herself balancing school, family, a new best friend, and the increasingly dangerous responsibility of protecting her city. between her powers and the nightly fights that leave her bruised before class, jane barely has time to figure out how to be a superhero let alone how to ask out the girl she's fallen for. when you end up caught in the very danger she's been trying to keep you away from, jane has to choose between being herself, spiderman, or both.

𝔀atch out · spiderman!jane remover and fem!reader, sfw, no ai used, requested, series, fluff and angst, angst with a happy ending, superheroes, pet names

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