There is never a day since I found your beautiful tumblr page that I donβt yearn for more of your Jane writingβ¦ you carry this tag on your shoulders like atlas holds up the world.
You are the light at the end of the tunnel, the flower that blooms amid dry and dead soil, the single rain droplet I have chosen to win the race.
My admiration and love for Jane rests in your hands hereticalism⦠Please write more!
summary Β· masc!jane and hyperfem!reader hcs
watch out Β· kind of masc!jane remover, hyperfem!reader, requested, not inspired by anything but myself, jane is still obviously a girl and somewhat feminine, a/n β hey I think I just fell in love with you /j
masc!jane who you kind of unintentionally follow around all the time. it's not on purpose, but if she gets up for a snack you're there and if she's in the studio you're idly scrolling on your phone somewhere near her.
masc!jane who is the complete opposite of youβno, seriously; the only thing you both have in common are being girls and liking music a lot.
masc!jane who pretends like she doesn't steal your ridiculously named shampoos, soaps, and body scrubs sometimes.
"jane, do you know why my strawberry shortcake soap is out? I had like, one wash left at least..." you pouted, picking up the bottle and shaking it as if that'd summon liquid back into it.
"uh... no?"
masc!jane who definitely makes a pink or pink and white themed album just for you. it's completely out of character for her, but she wants to represent you in her music too, even if it's just by using different colors.
hyperfem!you who coax jane into doing your lengthy skincare routine with you.
at first, she protests about how her skin is "already good enough" and "your products are useless," but then you put her on your special threeβwith adjustments for her skin specifically, of courseβand she gets obsessed with how soft her face gets.
"what's that cleanser you told me to use again?" she yelled from inside the bathroom, little thunks and thuds sounding out as she dug through the top drawer looking for it.
"I thought my skincare was 'stupid,'" you shouted back and giggled from the bedroom.
"shut up."
masc!jane who's kind of stereotypical by paying for you everywhere, carrying your bags, and things of that nature since she's the more masculine one in the relationship but is still a big baby at heart. she totally loves being held by you and falls asleep in seconds if you play with her hair and murmur sweet nothings.
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jane remover who's seriously a huge fucking sap. i don't mean constant kisses either, i mean like tying your shoes for you, taking candids of you whenever she thinks you're not looking, looking at you with that in love glint in her eyes in the car even if you're just eating fast food together after a night out and talking about nothing. she's so so so sweet tooβevery relationship has its moments, but she makes sure to communicate with you, never raise her voice, and actually reflect and apologize. jane remover who has your birthday, anniversary, the day of your meeting, your parent(s')'s birthday(s), and your... graduation day memorized. don't ask. jane remover who meticulously plans every special occasion that involves you. not like pristine and polished type of meticulous, but more thoughtful, caring meticulous. she knows exactly what you'd like, exactlt what you'd prefer to eat, exactly where you'd want to be. jane remover who's the best partner you could ever ask for :(
To my lord and saviour who I owe my life to for writing Janeβ¦
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 Β· when nobody else could ever understand jane, you do.
watch out Β· 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, βΛΰΏ wrote this whole listening to cage girl / camgirl so you just know its depressing.
it was just another saturday, and to you, it should've looked like just another morning jane'd decided to rest in bed.
but it wasn't.
and it didn't.
you woke up and rubbed your eyes, pupils adjusting to the slightly navy-colored darkness of the room, then glanced at the clock.
4:00 am. it was late. well, early, to be exact.
you turned over only to find jane sitting up against the headboard. she was... staring at something.
not murmuring a sleepy, deep "good morning" to you, not up early trying to finish a song, not even looking over after noticing you'd stirred. just staring.
"... jane?"
no reply.
you sat up fully then, brows knitting as you tried to figure out what was wrong and failed. you swallowed, and then murmured a quiet, careful "what's wrong?"
silence still encompassed the room, but she glanced over. your brows furrowed more until a crease formed between them.
"I just..." she trailed off, "I'm so tired."
"of what, baby?"
"being busy all the time. I feel like if I don't make a song people'll get tired of me, and I hate that because I really don't even want to care about having a fanbase." she rambled on.
"oh jane," your voice softened instantly. you shifted closer without thinking, the mattress dipping under your weight as you reached for her hand beneath the blanket.
she didn't pull away, but she didn't squeeze you back either.
"look at me. please?" you murmured, thumb brushing over her knuckles.
she hesitated before she did. her eyes were glassy in the dim light. they didn't look like she'd been crying, but they were glossy like she'd been staring at the wall for a long time.
"did you sleep at all?" you asked quietly.
a faint shake of her head.
your chest tightened, and you sighed.
she let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh, but it didn't have any humor in it.
you climbed into her lap without asking, straddling her gently, hands coming up to cradle her face. she startled slightly at the movement, but then her hands instinctively settled at your waist.
"you don't have to deal with everything all by yourself," you whispered.
"I'm not even dealing with it, it's just⦠weighing, on me." she said quietly.
"okay, then share it with me. talk about it so it's not so heavy." you leaned forward until your forehead rested against hers.
"I don't know how," she confessed, her fingers just barely tightening at your waist.
"that's okay too. you don't have to solve anything right now or tell me about all of it." you slid your hands from her face into her hair, combing your fingers through the messy strands, slow and steady.
she shut her eyes.
you kept going gently.
her forehead stayed pressed to yours like she was anchoring herself there.
after a minute, she sagged just slightly beneath you. her hands slid up from your waist to your back, fingers curling into your shirt like she needed something solid to hold onto.
"I hate when I get like this," she whispered.
"I know."
"it makes me feel⦠useless."
"you are the least useless person I know." you pulled back just enough to look at her properly.
she almost rolled her eyes at that, but it didnβt land.
"you're allowed to exist without producing something and to just be a random person."
her throat bobbed as she swallowed. you leaned in an d pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, then another, and then one to her temple. "come back down," you said gently. for a second you thought she might resist, but she didn't.
you shifted off her lap and guided her down with you, pulling the blanket back over both of you. she immediately turned onto her side facing you, closer than before like she needed proximity to steady herself.
you wrapped one arm around her shoulders and slid the other under her pillow so you could scratch lightly at her scalp.
"stay?" she exhaled shakily, barely audible.
"promise."
you felt her melt a little.
"can you... talk about something normal?" she whispered. "anything."
"okayβ¦ tomorrow we're getting coffee, and you're gonna complain that itβs too sweet but drink it anyway, and then you're gonna pretend you don't want to go on a walk, but you will, and I'll point out every dog we see." you smiled faintly.
a small, real breath of amusement left her.
"and later, you're gonna sit on the couch and make music or not make music, and I'll sit next to you, and that'll be enough." you continued softly.
her hand slid up to cup your jaw.
"how do you do that?" she asked quietly.
"do what?" you hummed.
"make my problems go away."
"a lot of practice and love, or maybe I just have a way with words. seriously though, I don't. you're just strong," you smiled and brushed your thumb across her cheek.
she chuckled then studied you for a moment like she was trying to memorize your face in the dark.
"I'm so tired," she whispered again.
"I know baby, I know. rest." you said, pressing your lips to her forehead. your fingers kept moving through her hair, slow and steady, nails lightly dragging against her scalp the way you knew she liked.
her breathing gradually deepened, her grip on your shirt loosened, and somewhere between one soft exhale and the next, the tension in her shoulders finally dropped.
so finally you both drifted off safe, happy, and sound because you were more than happy just to be apart of her lifeβno matter how sad she got, no matter how large her problemβand she was more than happy to be with you.
can you do masc Jane and fem reader and itβs hurt/comfort and then turns into like a love confession I think that would be cute πΈπΈπΈ
β βΊ β π₯» jane remover π β who's your favorite therapist, your best friend, and your not-so-secret-anymore admirer.
summary Β· 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 Β· masterlist, masc!best friend!jane remover, fem!reader, no ai used, hurt/comfort, written solely on tumblr mobile, confession, requested, βΛΰΏ 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 janeβprobably 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.
"yβyeah?" 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. waitβ"
"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.
"so... are we still 'just best friends' or?" you giggled after pulling away.
summary Β· jane remover and a girlfriend who's cold with everyone but her.
watch out Β· golden retriever!gf!jane remover, black cat!fem!reader, grumpy and sunshine trope, got the idea from my last ellie fic, headcannons/headcanons
gf!jane who meets you after a show. surprisingly, she walks up to you, not the other way around.
gf!jane who talks about you all. the. time. even on stage.
gf!jane who refuses to perform before talking to or seeing you. you're her lucky charm.
you who act like you hate everyone but soften up instantly around her. sure, she's loud and rowdy and famous, but she's yours and she's so adorable.
you who always bring whatever jane forgets, because she always forgets something, on the tour bus.
"baby, I think I left my reading glasses hoβoh! thanks," she laughed then kissed you.
"whatever." you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave your infatuation away.
you who swear you like sleeping apart but always end up curled in jane's arms by morning. after a while, you stop trying to fight it and just start out that way.
gf!jane who always teases you for being obsessed with her and only her despite yourself.
"awww, you don't hate me, do you?" she cooed teasingly, stroking your hair as you hugged.
"shut up jane." you groaned into her chest.
you and jane who have reversed food preferences. instead of you drinking black coffee she does, and instead of you preferring more bland items she never orders anything too special while you get the most extravagant thing on the menu. not that it matters, though, she always steals food off of your plate.
"you said you weren't hungry," you narrowed your eyes at her as she grabbed a fistful of fries from your dish.
"mi lieduh," she mumbled with her mouth full, smiling with that stupid, cute grin.
gf!jane who doesn't care that you're cold and loves that she gets to be the one to warm you up.
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hcs of sleepy!jane's nighttime habits and routines ft. fem!gf!reader
the things I'd do to get a good night's sleep
sleepy!jane, fem!gf!reader, requested, night, fluff, sfw, no nsfw whatsoever, cuddling
sleepy!jane who always makes her way to you during her sleep. it doesn't matter if she started on the right side of the bed, if you're on the left she will be splayed on top of you by morning.
sleepy!jane who always pees right before bed. you kind of make fun of her for having a bathroom schedule, but it's endearing in a wayβhow particular and routine she is despite her usual reckless party-all-night attitude, I mean.
sleepy!jane who sleeps exactly how you want. like if you like the lights on, the lights are on if you know what I mean. the only thing she won't bargain with you for is temperature. she likes it cold, and it is going to be cold. god doesn't give everybody everything, but hey, you have a hot girlfriend at least.
sleepy!jane who absolutely loves being held. no matter how much taller, shorter, bigger, or smaller than you she is she wants to be held when you cuddle.
sleepy!jane who sleeps with an eye mask most of the time. it's black, and it's always so cute seeing her unguarded and passed out with it on late into the night.
sleepy!jane who can't fall asleep without you. she's gotten so used to your presence that without at least your smell and subtle breathing she literally is unable to drift off. pain in the ass, but cute. very very cute.
Hey love your stuff, what about some hurt/comfort with Jane pls???
summary Β· you smell another girl on jane.
watch out Β· jane remover, fem!reader, argument, hurt comfort, requested, angst with a happy ending, oneshot, a/n β 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.
watch out Β· smoker!jane remover, fem!inexperienced!reader, profanity, smoking, imagine, blurb, requested, established relationship, fluff, shotgunning, a/n β holy shit I just found out jane is straight??? fml. also mb if this is bad, I've never smoked before.
"so anyway, I was thinkiβwoah, I didn't know you were that new to smoking."
you coughed a bit, raising a fist up in front of your face in an attempt to cover your mouth while jane laughed at you.
"that was awful."
"no, you're just bad at it." she teased you with a smile.
"fuck you." you rolled your eyes.
"aww, don't be like that baby," she chuckled and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, smiling.
you were looking off to the side in faux annoyance, but the way your lips twitched upward gave you away.
"okay," jane leaned back and took a drag before speaking again, "how about another method? trust me, it's less... harsh."
"uh huh, and what does that entail?" you said unconvinced. you narrowed your eyes, partially in suspicion and partially because of the high. you had only took a few hits, but it was certainly there and certainly starting to affect you.
"it's called shotgunning." she leaned her head forward like she was about to kiss you, inhaled smoke, and blew it in between your parted lips.
"oh?" you stated more than asked.
she repeated the process a few more times until eventually you were dazed, confused, and the only thing you wanted was to be in her arms.
your vision was fuzzy and everything felt so strange, her purple led lights making everything that much more surreal.
"I love you, y'know. like, really fucking love you," she murmured into your ear. she was stroking your hair in comforting little paths, smiling at the way your eyes were already heavy.
"I love you too jane. you're m'favorite," you whined with a pout.
she laughed once more before putting away the blunt and laying down fully with you.
you sleep pressed against each other. it's soft, the kind of softness that shows you it's real when she says she loves you too.
