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Pairings: Toxic!Jealous! Jermajesty x Toxic!Jealous! Reader
Genre: Second chances (?)
Warnings: Cussing, stalking, reader and jermajesty being obsessed with each other, fake accounts, and text now mentioned 😫👀 (valid warning)
Summary: You and Jermajesty broke up 2 months ago; you both had too much pride, thought of yourselves as much more.. yet both insecure at the same time? Mad at each other for when somebody would ask for either number when out, a friend simply complimenting you, someone commenting on your post, and etc. Since then, you guys both went no contact and stalk each other on fake pages.. I mean it’s not like you guys fell out of love with each other!
W.C: 1.5k
Author's Note: Thank you for clicking on my story! This is my first time writing and english is not my first language so I apologize. If I spelt or used any grammar wrong please let me know, ALSO this is part one of a multiple part story (possibly), part two will get posted if this post gets one like ok thank you! Have an amazing day 💕
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You had officially reached a new low. Three fake Instagram accounts, and one fake TikTok account, Two hours spent trying to figure out whether Jermajesty's latest story quote was about you or whether you were just genuinely delusional.
you blamed boredom but deep down you knew that “bored” people didn't memorize the names of every girl that liked their ex's pictures, every new girl in his following, any of it. Well.. besides girls like you but then again no one is quite as amazing as you.
You clicked off his profile with a sigh.
“Yeah no, you're actually embarrassing." You had absolutely no reason to know he'd posted that picture twelve minutes ago or that he'd gained 387 followers since yesterday. Or.. that he'd unfollowed one girl around two in the morning. Yet somehow... you did. You locked your phone and tossed it onto your bed.
Five seconds later, you picked it right back up.”one last time… for safety measures!” You always said that. You opened up Instagram again, switched to your third burner account, and searched his username before your brain could convince you otherwise. A new story was posted, one with him outside, jermajesty always liked the outdoors.
You watched it, once. Then again, and again.. You squinted at the screen. “Who even is that?". Some girl stood behind him for maybe half a second before the camera panned away. Probably nothing.. hopefully nothing, but thankfully he tagged her. You clicked on her profile knowing if you’d find even the smallest thing, it make you more upset.
A private account, great. but now, you were curious. Your thumb hovered over the follow button for a second before you caught yourself. “Girl... stand up." you laughed nervously. You backed out so fast it was almost impressive.
You take a deep sigh before dropping your phone onto your pillow and start to stare at your ceiling. two months.
Two whole months without talking yet somehow, you still knew more about his Instagram activity than your own. Surely it couldn't be healthy... Well, even so.. it’s not like anyone knows. And if he was actually over you, then why had he liked your story last week before unliking it thirty seconds later?
Exactly.
You weren't the only pathetic one.
Your eyes drifted back to your phone.
A slow smile spread across your face. Maybe you could just have a little tiny tiny tiny bit of fun.. no harm in fun, right? Just something to see if he'd crack first. You unlocked your phone again.
“Let's see how much you've really moved on jj.”
If there was one thing you knew about Jermajesty, it was that he was nosy. Painfully nosy. He'd never admit it, but if something seemed even remotely off about you, he'd find a way to know about it. Although.. you weren't exactly innocent either.
Guess that's what happens when two jealous people date each other.
You tapped over to your profile and scrolled through your camera roll.
Selfie.
Selfie.
Random picture of your dinner.
Screenshot.
Another selfie.
A photo of you and your girls.
“..Perfect." It wasn't even anything crazy. Just a picture of you looking a little too good for someone who'd supposedly been heartbroken for the past two months. You uploaded it to your account without another thought. Caption? nope. Looking desperate wasn't on today's agenda.. allegedly.
You tossed your phone onto the bed again for the 100th time already. “If he cares, he'll see it." then you get inpatient and bored.. Three minutes. Nothing. Five minutes. Still nothing. "Yeah... that was stupid." You reached over to delete it but then you hear a buzz from your phone, you see from the corner of your eye that your phone has lit up!
Okay never mind just randoms liking it and commenting.
Wait.
“osbegixhxbsjjosbh_25 and others liked your post.” The username looked like someone had fallen asleep on their keyboard. Weird.. the account had no profile picture, no post, not even pronouns. The account follows seventeen people and only three followers.
"...Seriously?"
You clicked on the profile, created two weeks ago, private, and of course following you. You couldn't help but laugh.
"You're actually so obvious."
There was no proof it was Jermajesty.
None. But who else would make a burner account just to see your post within a minutes of posting it? You shook your head, trying not to smile. “So you're stalking me too."
You locked your phone, feeling strangely satisfied but not even five minutes later, another notification from your burners lit up your screen. Jermajesty added to his story, your eyebrows shot up. “Oh, brother..."
You didn't even try pretending you weren't interested, you opened it immediately. And there he was, he had buzzed his hair, wearing a black hoodie and his gold thin chain sitting perfectly around his neck.
One hand shoved into his pocket while he looked away from the camera like he didn't know exactly what he was doing.
No caption, not even an audio. Justttttt enough to make every girl in his following lose their mind. You rolled your eyes so hard they almost hurt. “You're so fucking annoying." but you know you didn’t truly mean it.
The two of you were still communicating through Instagram stories like a pair of childish middle schoolers who refused to text first.
You stared at his story for another second before clicking out of it, “Yeah, okay." Cute. You had to admit it. Annoyingly cute.
You refused to let him think he'd won though. Not after that. A slow smile spread across your face as another idea crossed your mind.
Two could play this game. You opened your camera, fixing a few loose strands of your hair before snapping another picture.
Just need better lighting and angle, perfect. You looked at it for a second before shaking your head. “No." Too obvious. You deleted it and tossed your phone onto your beanbag across the room.
If this turned into an Instagram war, neither of you would ever stop. You needed something better, something that would ACTUALLY get under his skin. Your eyes wandered to the hoodie hanging over your desk chair. His hoodie, you’d stolen it months ago.
Well..."Borrowed" sounded nicer.A laugh escaped your lips before you walked over and pulled it on, It still smelled faintly like him. You tried not to think too much about it. Instead, you walked back over to the mirror. One picture, and then just one more. You picked the second one
You decided not to say anything either, but you’ll at least put a song so it’s not awkward silence on your story. You scrolled through the recommended song before clicking on the song “Sin pijama” by Becky G and Natti. You clicked the lyrics and moved the bar to these specific lyrics.
“Si tú me llamas
Nos vamo' pa' tu casa
Nos quedamo' en la cama
Sin pijama, sin pijama (Yo', yo', yo')
Voy pa' contarle mis secretos a tu almohada
Mientras tanto hagamos video llamada
Me manda foto', fotico'
Mostrando todo, todito
Cuando llegue desbaratamo' la cama”
You slightly chuckle to yourself knowing that anyone else would think that this was just a normal story, a normal hoodie. But Jermajesty? He'd know exactly which one it was, you hit post.
Your phone buzzed almost immediately.
222:222:2222: “u still got my hoodie?”
A smile tugged at your lips before dropping it a little. Was he seriously using a text now numbed? I mean you did block him but your instagram is always there..
You: “i thought you were over me?”
The typing bubble appeared.
Disappeared.
Appeared again.
Jermajesty: “when i say that? plus i thought you stopped stalking me.”
You couldn't help but laugh.
You: “you first”
Jermajesty: “never said i did.”
Your heart skipped a few beats, it wasn't exactly an apology but it wasn't denial either. You stared at the screen for a second before another message came through.
Jermajesty: “come get the rest of your stuff”
You frowned.
You: “I don't have anything there”
Jermajesty: “You left your lip gloss, your fast charger, four pairs of jeans, and a necklace.”
...
Jermajesty:”don’t make me list everything”
You smiled despite yourself.
You: “okay.. when?”
Jermajesty: “im free tonight”
You: “and your family and fans?”
Jermajesty: “back gate, text me when you pull up”
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The entire drive over, you debated turning around but why would you debate it when this is what your plan was all along. wait. This was a terrible idea, a really, really terrible idea. You haven’t seen him in forever.. physically nor touched him nor-
You cut yourself off when you see the familiar gates of his parent’s house, you take a deep breath before parking a little farther down, pulling “your” hoodie over your head before stepping out. The neighborhood was quiet, still, you kept your head down.
Dating Jermajesty and one of the Jackson’s in general had taught you one thing; someone was always watching, and the last thing either of you needed was a blurry picture making its way onto social media by morning.
