can u do one where the reader is dating josh, but one night he goes to a party without her and she sees pics of him and debby together and she gets really jealous and insecure? thank you, love your writing :)
so i’ve gotten a couple anons with similar requests, so i decided to go with this prompt. enjoy xx. and be on the lookout for @kylielo22 and i’s new shared writing blog @topfics she’s already posted an imagine and i’ll be posting one tonight, so go follow us!
JOSH DUN IMAGINE
“Wish you were here…”
Josh’s text came through your phone only about an hour after he had left the house.
You slide to reply. “Just try to have some fun, babe. You deserve a night out.”
Moments later, the typing bubble pops up, indicating another message would soon come through.
“I’m just saying, it would be a lot more fun if you were here.”
You smile to yourself, slightly smug that Josh missed you so much. He had practically begged you to go to this party tonight, but after the day you had, all you wanted was to cuddle up in a blanket and stay home. You weren’t one for going out much, anyway.
“I promise I’ll go with you to the next one” you text back.
As the night goes on, you start to feel increasingly guilty for not going. Josh would be leaving soon for the second half of the tour, after all. You should have tried to spend every moment you could with him. You make a point to stay awake until he got home. That way you could at least cuddle and talk with him a bit before going to bed.
To pass the time, you throw on a show from your Netflix watch list and start to scroll through your phone. You mindlessly check your social media accounts, instagram first, then twitter.
You weren’t even really paying attention until you came across a picture of Josh from the party. He was smiling happily, and looking like he was having fun. That made you feel a little less guilty.
Every time you refreshed your feed, new pictures of Josh would surface. They were all pretty repetitive. Him smiling with fans. Him smiling with friends. Until one popped up that really caught your eye.
Josh was giving his signature cheesy grin, only this time, his ex-girlfriend was planting a wet one right on his cheek.
You knew you’d regret it, but you clicked on the picture anyway, watching as the comments flooded in.
Jebby is back!
I’m screaming, why are they so cute together!!!
does this mean Y/N and Josh broke up?
honestly Jebby is better than Y/S/N was ever gonna be…
they look so happy!!!!
And they did.
They looked happy.
You trusted Josh. You really did. You trusted him with everything inside you. You knew he wasn’t cheating. You knew him and Debby weren’t dating. But that didn’t keep the bubble of jealousy inside of you from growing.
You knew you should close your phone and just wait for him to get home. But you were pretty much the queen of emotionally self-destructing behavior, so you continued to scroll through the comments, refreshing and reloading, and rereading words that made you hate yourself.
Josh and Debby just belong together tbh.
he’s so obviously in love with her
The picture blew up. It spread like wildfire. People were retweeting it. Jebby started trending. And you felt like you might be sick.
But you couldn’t help but stare at the picture and think, maybe they really were better together.
You bit your lip, wondering why someone like Josh would ever fall in love with someone like you. Especially after what he had with Debby. She was so good for him. Beautiful. Talented. Fun. She was in the same business as him. She knew LA like him. She wasn’t afraid to go out and have fun on nights like this.
You didn’t really try to hold back the tears that were falling down your face, glistening from the light of your phone screen in the dark living room. The TV played in the background, the noise feeling so distant and muffled. You sat, curled up on the couch and wondered how long it would take Josh to break up with you.
It seemed unavoidable now.
You finally lock your phone up and wrap your arms around yourself, squeezing tight and trying to hold your aching insides together.
You sigh and decide that waiting up for Josh that night wasn’t really appealing to you anymore, so you find the energy to lift your body off from the couch and make your way up to bed.
Your thoughts raced as you stared up at the spinning ceiling fan. You weren’t good enough for Josh. The concept had finally resonated with you. You weren’t good enough and you never would be. People like Josh deserved people like Debby. People who were confident, and adventurous…
Just then, you hear the door open and close from downstairs. You immediately roll over so that you’re on your side, back facing the door. You close your eyes and pretend to be asleep. This way you could avoid a conversation with Josh.
Moments later and you can hear his footsteps approaching the bedroom. He cracks the door quietly before entering. You can tell he’s trying to be light on his feet so as not to wake you. You stay still, practically holding your breath. You wait until the bed dips beside you to let out a soft exhale.
Maybe it’s your imagination, but he feels further away than usual.
The next morning, you’re up before Josh.
You putter around the kitchen, trying to stay as quiet as possible while putting together a small breakfast for the two of you.
You’re surprised when he comes down the stairs before nine o’clock. That was unusually early for him.
“Hey,” he says, in his sleepy morning voice.
“Morning,” you say, “how was last night?”
“It was good,” he says, pulling up the stool from the counter so that he can watch you flip pancakes. “Would’ve been better if you were there, though.”
You can’t help but suspect he’s lying.
“I saw some pictures on twitter, looked like you were having fun.”
“Yeah we did.”
Who was we? you thought. Him and Debby, no doubt. Your insides squirmed.
Don’t be jealous. The voice in your head said. It’s not a good look on you.
“They had so much free food, you would’ve been in heaven—“ Josh starts to ramble on about the night, but you weren’t paying attention. You couldn’t. You were too overcome with this feeling of dread. You had a weight in your stomach, dragging you down. All you could think was I’m not enough. I’ll never be enough.
You’re suddenly pulled out of your trance by Josh calling your name loudly.
You look up to see the pancakes you’d had been cooking in the pan had turned charcoal. You gasp loudly and pick the pan up off from the burner, smoke rising. It quickly hits the fire alarm and sets it off. The loud noise echoed throughout the room.
You rush to the trash can and dispose of the burnt pancakes, before practically throwing the metal pan into the sink.
Could you do anything right?
You fall to the floor then, bringing your knees tightly to your chest and resting your forehead on them before letting out a sob. Your hair falls around your face like a curtain, you were grateful. It hid your shame.
Josh quickly rushes over.
“Hey,” he soothes, kneeling beside you.
“I mess everything up,” you cry out.
“It’s okay—“ he places his palm on your curved spine, rubbing circles with the pads of his fingers.
You look up finally, your eyes already puffy.
“I’m not good enough,” you whisper, staring straight ahead at the cabinets. “I’ll never be good enough for you.”
“What?” Josh says, confused. “Y/N, they’re just pancakes, we have more batter… we’ll just make some more—“
He clearly doesn’t get it.
“It’s not just the pancakes, Josh. It’s everything. I’m not good enough for you—“
“Why would you even say that?” he stutters, placing his other hand on the floor for balance.
“I’m boring! I stay at home while you go to parties. I’m in bed when you get home. I can’t follow you on tour or go to half as many of the shows that I’d like to. You deserve someone who’s better…” you pause. “better suited to your lifestyle. Someone fun and pretty. Someone like Debby!”
You throw it all out there. Hoping he doesn’t focus solely on the last bit.
Josh doesn’t say anything at first. He just stares at you. It’s hard to gage what he’s thinking, too. Was he mad? Hurt? In agreement? You couldn’t tell.
“I saw the picture,” you sigh finally, hating his silence. “Of the two of you.—“
“I promise nothing happened…” Josh immediately interjects. “We’re just friends, she didn’t even stick around that long, just enough to say hi—“
“I know,” you say back. “I trust you and I know you’re not cheating on me, but like…” you struggle to find the words. “Everyone was commenting, saying how much better she is for you than I am. And at first I was jealous. But then I thought… What if they’re right?”
“Baby…“ he says, his voice sounding so empathetic and sad. He sits with his back against the cabinet and pulls you over onto his lap. You don’t even protest. He rocks with you like that, all folded up and coiled into his body. He kisses the top of your head. “They’re not right.”
You open your mouth to protest, but Josh cuts you off. “Plus it’s not up to them. You love me exactly the way I need to be loved, and there is no one better for me.”
You sigh against him, letting your head rest on his chest.
“I can tell you don’t believe me,” he says against your hair.
“I’m trying to.”
“I’ll remind you for the rest of my life if I have to. I love you so much,” he says. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he rocks with you back and forth to the beat of the words.
You finally smile. Realizing how much Josh cared about you.
“I love you too,” you finally sigh in relief. The voices had finally quieted down, maybe one day you would really believe you were enough.
“Now come on,” he says, helping you to your feet. “Let’s go out and get some breakfast, cause I’m not touching those pancakes…”