Im Curious About What Your Janis Headcanons Are, Sfw & Nsfw(if You Wanna Do Those Too)

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i’m curious about what your Janis headcanons are, sfw & nsfw(if you wanna do those too)

i got fedddd today lmao i love your fics hun🫶🏼

Omg thank you! That mean so much coming from you, you’re such a fantastic writer! 💕✨

Gonna assume it’s Xreader lemme know if you want something else though!

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Janis Headcanons

In general:

Janis has ADHD. Obviously in general that comes with a lot of things (I see a lot of symptoms of ADHd in her so…)

Janis’s favorite color is probably either green or purple

Janis’s loves to collect things. Not really horde, but keeps every little gift like it’s treasure.

Janis, while slightly aggressive and hyper, is a great teacher and I always thought she’d be fantastic with children. Super gentle as well, kids love her.

I think Janis is pretty self aware (and knows she isn’t exactly ‘nice’) but can be hypocritical at times.

Takes insults well(ish) and has self deprecating humor. (Which often concerns her friends.)

Caffeine addict. shit sleep schedule. Insomniac to the bone. (Sleep deprived Janis is fun to write)

Adorable but doesn’t know it.

Gets a job at Taco Bell for no reason but me forcing her too. SFW:

Janis is fairly resourceful and you’re constantly in awe of what she can make out of nothing. She’ll also take (with permission) clothes of yours and customize them

Extremely protective. Possessive and will threaten anyone who crosses you (or hits on you).

Janis is an awesome cook and will cook you a meal anytime and enjoys it. Food isn’t necessarily one of her love languages but she love to cook for people.

Cuddly as shit. Love language is physical touch and always has her hands on you (holding hands, clinging to your sleeve, arm wrapped around waist, etc.) (Touch starved angry bean)

Big on PDA but still considers readers feelings and will force you to talk about boundaries because she is the best girlfriend ever.

NSFW:

Said this before but 100% verse switch. Brat when bottoming, service top when topping. (Fairly good at both I might add)

Likes hearing you. Absolutely loves hearing you. Will find every way to make you louder.

Likes light bondage. Giving and receiving. Finds to like the feeling of being secure and likes watching you squirm.

Priorities your pleasure and will take her time. Likes to edge you, does not like being edged (the brat in her).

Very very sweet aftercare. Safe sex is very important to her and loves to cuddle after. Consent is key with her and finds it sexy as shit.

Oral support.

Creative and resourceful in bed as well. Will try almost anything. Very flexible.

wouldn’t call her a masochist but does enjoy (giving or receiving) pain at times (Ex. Hair pulling, spanking, etc.)

Wooooo 💞💞💞

arlo, should we make a tag for us?

im thinking cheesywhoreee

or maybe even

whoreeelo

Omg I like cheesywhoreee that’s cute

Oh no im crying oh my god :( this, as sad as it was, was honestly quite beautifully written

Free

Jos Cleary-Lopez x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, mature themes— mentions to miscarriage, coarse language, angst, descriptions to self-harm, mentions to blood & bodily fluids, death

Part 2 for A part of me

Fourteen days since you’ve been home at Jos’, fourteen days since you’ve been at the hospital, fourteen days since you’ve left the house. Two whole weeks since that nightmare of a situation happened to you. Not much has changed since, other than the obvious. Margot and Rob looked at you with pity-filled eyes…you hated that. You didn’t need the pity. Though yes, what you were going through currently was extremely painfully since you were constantly bleeding and cramping— pity was the last thing you needed. It made you feel like a helpless little baby. You hated being treated that way. Jos knew you way better, so there was none of that with her. But there was no denying she was very…careful. In just about everything she did since then.

On the plus side, you were spared a long and torturous trial because they found evidence from him in the kit they had to do on you. But even with him out of the house, you were still where it happened, even though it was actually the safest place for you to be. You couldn’t go home, and it wasn’t like you were home a lot anyway…seeing that neither of your parents have even texted to ask where you were. But there was no way you could function the way you were now, at home. You could barely do anything on your own— that would prompt them to ask about what was going on and you did not want more people to know.

“Hi, baby.” Jos greets you with a smile as she walks into her room holding a bed tray. “Just in time.”

“You don’t have to do this, you know?” You asked flatly, pushing the blanket off of yourself. She only smiles at you again, gaze soft as she places that tray near the bottom of the bed while you went to wash up and stretch.

“No, it’s fine.” She leans against the wall, taking to you, “Got to spend some time with my mom to make bread so that was nice. She already left for work and Izzy’s off at school too— so, it’s just us.”

“Oh. Okay.” You answered, shutting the door so you could do your business. You sat there staring down at the juncture between your thighs, sick of what you were seeing and what you had to do. The bleeding has lessened gradually over the last two weeks, which was approximately the amount of time the hospital had told you it would take for it to come to an end.

This morning was the least gory it’s looked to you, but still, it’s been two weeks too long. You sigh, changing out the sanitary napkin before you washed your hands and exited the bathroom. Jos stretches out her arm, pulling you close gently and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Sit down, have some food then we’ll go for a little walk?”

“Okay, that sounds pretty nice.” You reached for the mug of green tea first then dug into the egg muffins Jos and Margot had made.

“I’m gonna go grab some food for myself. Be right back.”

After breakfast, you left the house with Jos for the first time in four days. Like last time, it was a walk around the same park just right by her house. But, Margot and Rob were both pretty against either of you leaving the house for too long— because of Matt’s actions that have brought on a lot of attention from the media. You were definitely feeling the stress of it hearing phones ringing off the hook, the news channels on TV talking all about Matt getting arrested. It was only a matter of time before the reason got exposed. Along with your identity.

As you walked along the path in the quiet park, hand in hand with Jos, that was all you could think about. And it has easily caused your anxiety to skyrocket and you to freeze in your tracks. Jos similarly stops, looking at you, concerned. “I think we should go home.” You managed to tell her.

She doesn’t even question it and agreed, immediately walking back home with you. And there you were, sitting on the couch with another mug of tea. Jos sits right beside you but you scooted a little bit away from her. She notices but chose not to say anything. Her hand finds its way to your thigh and you so quickly got up and excused yourself to go use the restroom. Typically, she wouldn’t say anything but it was the fact that you seemed so startled by it even though she’s always does this— even back at the hospital, that had her worried.

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The skin beneath your fingertips turn white as you gripped at it, your breath progressively gets ragged, heart slamming against your chest. Your whole body goes stiff while your mind starts racing about a bunch of what-ifs that could happen in relation to the whole situation with Matt. With each passing day, your fear only grew. You could already see those headlines or hear them— all in your head. It’s been all you could think about the past three days. You weren’t sure what started it, but the lack of anything to do lately has definitely caused this, in a way.

As the warm water repeated hit your back, you take in deep breaths inhaling the steam. The loofah gripped in your hand scrubs your skin raw. It stings after some time but you just couldn’t stop. Of course it stung, you’ve been doing the same thing for the past week. Events from that goddamn night started to flood your mind, you needed to get out. Gasping for air, you blindly reached forward and shut the water off, scurrying to grab your towel off the counter. A string of knocks pull you out of your bubble, you gasped aloud, thoroughly shocked. “Baby?”

It was Jos.

“Are you alright? You’ve been in there awhile, y/n.”

“Y-yeah, yeah. I’ll be right out, Jos.” You exhaled forcefully, drying yourself off and getting dressed as fast as your limbs allowed you to in the moment.

You exit the bathroom as if nothing has happened, but you were still anxious. So fucking anxious, and terrified. Walking past her, you headed upstairs to Jos’ room. But, as expected she stops you before you even made it halfway up the stairs.

“What?” You snapped, your voice shaky.

With her hand on your wrist, she was quick to spot the redness on your arms. She almost nearly let it go immediately out of shock. You yank your arm away from her grip, trying not to burst into tears.

“What—”

“You know what.” You spat, pushing past her as tears slipped down your cheeks.

‘I probably should’ve waited until she was sitting down and could properly talk to her.’ Jos thinks, catching up with you swiftly.

Right before she steps into her room, she stops herself, watching what you were doing. You were sat on the floor by her bed, backpack in front of you as you took a pouch out of it. Your actions were frazzled, breathing growing erratic. The contents got dumped on the hardwood floors, landing with a clatter. Papers, no— photos. Ultrasound photos and pieces of plastic which Jos had yet to make out as pregnancy tests. Seeing all of them sprawled out on the floor before your eyes, you lost it— you bawled. Jos was shocked, she didn’t know what to do now. Nothing was processing in her mind. It wasn’t until a scream snaps her out of her racing thoughts, her eyes watched you grab the items by the handful and crushed them.

Fuck.

She let you release all of those emotions before she stepped in. You needed that. “y/n.” She calls your name, walking closer to you.

“What—” You panted, hands letting go of the items as your body shook, overwhelmed. You were still in tears. “What— I— fuck!”

“You’re okay, baby.” She kneels down before you, holding your face in her hands

“No.” You kept babbling over and over, “No, no I feel so dirty.”

“Baby, you’re not…you—”

You cut her off, “It’s my fault. I tempted him. I gave him the chance to do whatever he did to me. I deserved it. I shouldn’t have gotten together with you. He’s right…I don’t deserve you.”

Jos held it together as best as she could, painfully swallowing the tears. Her heart sank, getting smashed into pieces hearing your words. “It’s not your fault.” She says, “It’s not your fault, y/n. He should’ve never laid his hands on you. Nothing could make what he did justifiable.”

“Now every time I try to go to sleep, all I can think about is what kind of headlines would come up overnight.” You wept, “I’m terrified to do anything. Go anywhere. I—”

Jos engulfs you in a tight hug, putting physical pressure on you to calm you down some. “We’ll get through this, okay? I love you, I care about you. That’s never going to change. He’s gone now, he can’t hurt you anymore.”

“Can’t he? What he did is still haunting me. I wake up screaming and crying and then you get dragged into it.”

“I love you.” She repeated herself, “No matter what. I couldn’t care less about him— he can go to hell right now, and he should.”

“I’m tired, Jos.” You said to her and inside, she was worried. This…reckless behaviour. She understood why because you’d obviously went through something that was as good as being put through hell. But you hurting yourself over it, after everything? She wished you didn’t do that. Oh how she wishes that you’d just release your emotions with her instead of taking them out on yourself.

“Let me be strong for you then. You don’t have to worry about that right now. Focus on healing your body, your mind…going to those appointments with your therapist. Anything that can help, not what happens in bad moments. If you want to cry, you go right ahead and cry. Scream? I’ll be here. If you want to hit something, please do. Not yourself, though, please. Tell me. I’ll be right here to help you. You’re not alone, baby. I’m right here with you.”

“What do I do with all these stuff? I don’t want them— but it also feels wrong to throw it all away. Is it even right to keep a photo of the scan? I— it’s like I don’t know anything anymore.” You rambled, eyes slowly going back onto the mess on the floor.

“Keep one if you feel like that’s what you need to do. Then toss the rest. Keep whichever one’s the one that your eyes look at first. Don’t overthink it.”

You heeded her advice, keeping one and very swiftly getting rid of the rest. Somehow, you were still in tears. But the urge of the self-destructive behaviour had completely died away in that moment. You felt calmer after all of that, and hearing what she had to say to you contributed to it. You appreciated it, and her. But sometimes, the memories got the best of you. This was not easy to forget, to process…having taken a huge toll on your mind and body alike.

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That evening, hell broke loose again. News outlet dug through social media and started spreading photos of you, and plastered them all over their shows to speculate who you were. Granted the photos were publicly posted on Margot’s page, they were ones taken at events the family would be at. Your identity has never been revealed by anyone. People just assumed you were another daughter of theirs. They neither confirmed, nor deny it— to maintain your privacy.

The police revealed to you and the family that the attack was premeditated. There were deleted messages to his friends to confirm it. After that you zoned out, failing to properly hear and process the fact that your identity was exposed to the media by him. Along with the fact that you were dating Jos— the eldest daughter of such an influential couple.

“What the fuck?!” Rob screeched at the TV screen, startling you, “We told them not to say anything about her identity. Fucking rats.”

“We didn’t talk about any of the things they’re saying. At all.” Margot was speechless, “How—”

“Matt. He planned all of it.” Jos guesses, “The police recovered texts he sent to his friends about it.”

“We know that, but not the fact that—”

“Well, I guess it didn’t matter, did it? Whoever they were found out anyway. Now her business is all over the news. Every little detail.” Jos huffs, “I didn’t post anything about her. So whatever they found out, was probably through your page.”

You ran out of the living room and onto the deck. Jos was right on your tail. “My life is over.” You broke down, “Nobody wants someone like me at their company, at their school, anywhere. Because of that fucking— I mean what the fuck? My life is a joke right now, Jos. How did I even get here? We’ve been working so hard to keep things about us private then he just spills it all to the world? I’d be fine if it was just that but he— he took away everything, Jos. My life as I knew it was gone the second he touched me. I pushed him away, but fought back, pinning me down. I couldn’t move after that. I was terrified, Izzy was a few doors down. I didn’t dare to make any noise because I didn’t want to scare her. He knew that, he was smiling through all of it. He was happy. I can never spend a minute in silence without thinking about him, going out in public without thinking I’m being followed. Spend a minute in this house without being pitied by your parents. They mean well, they care but after awhile I just feel worse because I’m making them so worried and upset. He made me out to be a slut, that it was my fault that he raped me. That I am nothing but an object for his pleasure. I appreciate what you’ve been doing for me, what your parents have done for me. But we are never going to come back from this mess. It will always be stuck with us. With me. It’s on me, this mess. Your family’s reputation is ruined because of me. If I wasn’t here, he wouldn’t have done it.”

“I will never be normal again. I can go to as much therapy as I can but who recovers from something like that, Jos? It stays. And I don’t want that, Jos. I don’t want to drag you along with me.”

Her face falls, becoming an indistinguishable expression. But her eyes, they showed that she was heartbroken. Just like they’ve been showing the same for the last couple weeks. You couldn’t bear to see it anymore. She didn’t deserve a life like this because of you. No.

“I’m sorry, Jos.” You apologised, pressing a kiss to her cheek, “I have to let you go. I can’t do this to you, I love you. I don’t want you to be responsible for the consequences of your brother’s actions. Goodbye.”

Jos lets you leave without a fight, you hear her tearing up as you walked away from her. You fought the urge to look back and just walked ahead, towards the door. Her family didn’t stop you either— they heard it all. They must’ve.

That night, Jos was wide awake. She couldn’t allow herself to sleep. She was terrified she’d get a call from the hospital about you. Several hours later, she receives a voice memo from you. She immediately picks her phone off the nightstand to listen to it. “Jos, I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore. Please forgive me. I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Shit.” Jos was instantly drove into panic, rushing into Margot and Rob’s room without knocking. Words failed her, she couldn’t say anything. She plays the message for them, hands shaking.

And then, Rob and Margot’s phones got messages as well. One after another. “Honey?” Margot stumbles out of bed and steadied Jos before she crashed onto the floor. Rob plays the message he receives. Jos barely heard anything after hearing the message she got, all of it sounded muffled from that point on.

“Where the hell did she go?”

Margot says doesn’t know. Rob scrambles to grab Jos’ phone to check your location, knowing she has it. But your phone was no longer on. All three of them, helpless. But Jos knew there was no stopping you. You’ve had enough. You wanted the pain to end. Margot held Jos in a hug while she wailed, Rob was calling everyone he knew at hospitals to ask for you. No idea what Izzy was doing, but hopefully, she was asleep by this time of the night.

They finally located you about an hour later, and they all rushed to the hospital. “Jos, you— you go inside first.” Margot gives her shoulders a squeeze, “She’s your— oh, God. Rob, I—” Margit buries her head in Rob’s chest, sobbing. He held her head, another arm wrapped around her. Jos steps closer to the door, pushing it open. It creaks.

Jos hadn’t stopped crying, walking into the sterile hospital room and sitting down in the plastic chair next to your pale, lifeless body. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I promised I would always protect you but I couldn’t do it. I love you so very much, baby. Please don’t ever forget that. I know you were in a lot of pain, I know you were hurting, baby. But now, all of that’s gone. All of that. I get it. You’re free now. You never would’ve left if you didn’t need to. You didn’t need to say sorry. But God, I don’t know how to tell Izzy. But— Please just know and remember that I love you, I always will. Rest easy, sweet girl. I’ll see you again. Okay? Can you promise me that?” Holding onto your freezing cold hand, she presses a kiss to the back of it and placed it back down gently after giving it a squeeze, “See you later, hm? I’ll miss you.”

Jos didn’t look back, she couldn’t bear to see you in that state again. Falling limp in the safety of her parents’ embrace, she continues crying. Even when her parents have stopped. “She loves you so much, sweetheart. I just— I wish I could turn back the clock.”

“I know, Mom. But she—” Jos hiccups, Margot rubs her back, “At least she’s not suffering anymore. She deserves that at least.”

Rob walks in next, “It pains me that you had to resort to this, mija. I’m very sorry we couldn’t do more for you. I just want you know how proud we have all been of you, you’re such a smart girl. Such a bright future ahead of you. I hate myself for not seeing any signs of what could’ve led to that night. But Jos, she’s right. At least you’re free to do whatever you want now, you’re not in pain anymore. You deserve that after all you’ve been fighting through. It just got too much and I…I get that. Don’t worry about us, okay? We’ll see you again in some years. Probably me first, though. Because I’m old.” He chuckles, sitting down on the same plastic chair, “Rest easy, we love you. Would you just promise to give us a sign that you’re okay whenever you’re ready? I— mija, I, goddamn, I don’t even what to say anymore. You’ve been such a joy and blessing to our family. I just know we’ll miss you so much. Okay, I’ll let you and Margot talk now, alright? See you around, mija.”

Rob and Margot switched places, allowing her to talk to you finally. “I remember when Jos first brought you home to meet us. I just knew you would be the one. I’ve never seen her so happy…the way she looked at you was the cutest thing ever. So it kills me that life has taken such a turn and forced you to do this. We say we’re hurting now, and we are. But nothing compares to what you had to endure. You— my goodness, sweetie. I’m so sorry you had to go through finding out and the miscarriage alone. I can’t even imagine how scared you must’ve felt. But you pushed through and that’s so badass, honey. Thank you for making my girls so happy, thank you for treating us like your own family. All the memories — the laughter, the late night chats, baking together, cooking together, playing games, singing in the car. Everything— you have been such a blessing and I hope you know that. Please don’t forget that. Please don’t blame yourself anymore because none of this is your fault. We don’t blame you for any of it. You just…rest now and just do whatever you wanna do, because baby girl, you…you’re free. No one’s going to hurt you anymore.”

Margot leaves the room, trying not to cry again. Jos walks back inside for one last goodbye. “I just want to sit with you for a minute.” She sniffles, watching you through her blurred vision. Jos profusely blinked her tears away to get a good look at you, wanting to take it all in.

Leaning forward, she continues, “I wish you didn’t leave my house the way you did tonight. I wish I could’ve held you one last time, gave you a proper kiss. Tell you it was okay. But no, you left upset. And I— I can’t let that go, baby. I’m so sorry I didn’t just hug you and didn’t let you go just yet. Because god, I need that so bad right now, my love. And I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I let you leave without saying I love you back. I need you, baby. Please come and visit me, okay? Please?”

Taking in a shaky breath that she lets out slowly, she got closer and stroked your cheek, biting the inside of her own as tears poured from her eyes, obstructing her vision. “I love you, too.”

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