#jealous!joe

[jerrsterrr]

joe is short for jealousy actually

silly SL joe comic that ill revamp one day

i heart joe (mama jokes)

[sga-mcshep-4ever]

"What happened?" "I drew you together from your fractured realities." "No, I'm talking about the beer I had." "Major Sheppard discovered the truth some time ago." "He did?" "Home for the last 11 months has been a research base in Antarctica. Although I did dream about a bachelor pad like that, but—" "Major Sheppard seemed uniquely capable of manipulating his own fabricated reality." "When I think of the scenarios I could've thought up, I'd kick myself."

[fyeaheddiemunson]

[mamaestapa]

Jealous Joe for the blurb night. Maybe reader wearing someone elses jersey

Wrong Number|| Joe Burrow x reader

���pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: You wear Tee’s jersey to a game and Joe gets jealous

•warnings: jealous joe, friends to lovers, implied smut

"Hey Y/n," Tee greeted, giving you a hug, "good to see you." You smiled and wrapped your arms around the football player, giving him a gentle squeeze before you pulled away from him.

"Hi Tee," you smiled, "good game today. You did so good!"

Tee was your best friend. You met him a couple years ago when he moved in across the street from you. You were completely starstruck when you realized that Tee Higgins was your new neighbor. He had a house warming party a few days after he was finally settled into his new home. He invited all of his friends, teammates, and neighbors--including you. When you attended the party and met Tee, the two of you instantly became friends. Your friendship only getting stronger as the years went on.

However, that's all you and Tee are. Best friends. Because you have a crush on one of his good friends and teammates...Joe Burrow.

Joe is the insanely hot, blonde, tall quarterback with beautiful blue eyes. Tee had introduced you to Joe during one of his other parties. It was after a Thursday night game that the Bengals had won. He had all of his teammates over, plus some other close friends to celebrate the first win of the new season. Tee had introduced to many of his hot teammates throughout the night, but Joe in particular caught your eye. Something about his confidence and the way he spoke to you had you instantly hooked.

Since that night, you and Joe had become quite good friends. Not as good as you and Tee, but the two of you were still friends. You hung out every once in a while, but it wasn't often. Oh how you wanted that to change...

Tee had invited you to the Bengals home game against the Cleveland Browns. It was an early window game, meaning you'd only be out at the stadium until at the latest 5 o'clock. Sometimes after games that you attend, Tee would take you out for drinks with some of his teammates to celebrate. That was really only after the night games though.

"Thanks. It's only because I had my good luck charm there." he said, winking at you. You shook your head and let out a light laugh. "Sure, that's definitely why."

Tee looked taken aback, "What makes you think I was talking about you? I could have been talking about your hot friend Ellie." You laughed in amusement. "Ellie isn't even here you dork."

Just like you have a thing for one of Tee's friends, he has a thing for one of yours. The two of you have been trying to help each other out by setting the other up with these friends. You've tried setting him up with your friend Ellie, while Tee has been trying to set you up with Joe. Your attempts have seemed to be working quite well, but Tee's? His have shown no progress whatsoever.

Or so you thought...

Because as you were talking with Tee just a couple feet away from the locker room, Joe was standing in the doorway, staring daggers into the back of Tee's head as he spoke with you. Joe couldn't help but feel jealous as he watched his friend talk to his crush.

That should be him you're talking to, not Tee.

That should be him you're laughing with, not Tee.

That should be his arm you just put your soft, delicate hand on, not Tee's

But most of all, that should be his jersey you're wearing, not Tee's.

Joe knew you had some sort of feelings for him because Tee has been on his ass about asking you out for the past couple weeks. However, he didn't know if your feelings for him were as strong as his were for you. Joe tried to tear his eyes away from the two of you, but he just couldn't seem to do it. His blood was boiling with nothing but jealousy as he watched your smile grow wider and the sound of your sweet laughter ring out through the empty hallway of the locker room entrance. Joe knew he needed to do something. He needed to make a move. Take you away from Tee and finally claim what was his.

Joe uncrossed his arms and pushed himself off of the doorway of the locker room doors. He strode over to you and Tee, putting a fake smile on his face as he got close to the two of you. Your face heated up in embarrassment as you noticed Joe approaching you. You smiled shyly at him.

"Hi Joe."

He smirked down at you, "Hey Y/n. You enjoy the game?"

You gulped nervously. Almost breathless as you responded, "Yeah, yeah I did. You did amazing by the way."

Joe smiled, "Thanks." He glanced over at Tee, who was smirking knowingly at Joe. Tee's expression made your eyebrows furrow in confusion. What was he up to?

"Mind if I steal her for a second, Tee?" Joe asked Tee. Your eyes involuntarily widened at his question. You looked up at the quarterback, noticing how his jaw clenched as he waited for Tee to answer. Tee glanced at you, winking before he looked back at Joe.

"Of course. As long as you bring her back." He teased, making Joe chuckle.

"It'll be quick," he looked at you, lust filling his eyes as they trailed down your figure, "I just need to talk to her about something."

You stood there with the two football players, utterly speechless. You had no idea what was happening right now.

Tee placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned in close, whispering in your ear, "You'll thank me later." He pulled away and gave you a wink before he walked away from you and Joe. You felt your breath hitch in the back of your throat as you looked up at Joe. He looked down the hallway, making sure it was empty before he made his move. Joe moved closer to you, reaching out to cup your cheek gently before he smashed his lips against yours. You were taken aback at first, shocked at the feeling of his lips against yours. This was something you had dreamed of for the past few weeks. And here it is, finally happening. You kissed back with just as much passion, the two of you moving your mouths in sync. Your kisses turning needier, both of you wanting more. Joe moved his hand down from your cheek to the hem of Tee's jersey. He pulled away from you, gently pulling on your bottom lip as he removed his mouth from yours.

"You're wearing the wrong number," he said huskily, "let's fix that..."

You smashed your lips against Joe's once again, moaning into his mouth as he kissed back. You desperately needed more. Joe gently pushed you backward, reaching out with his free hand to open a door to a supply closet in the tunnel. He pushed you into the closet, lips still attached to yours.

Joe was going to show you whose number you should be wearing instead...

hey loves!

another blurb ;) this one was a little spicy…jealous joe is just toooo good😩 i also definitely could have kept going but i stopped myself lol.

maybe i’ll do a part 2…👀

another blurb or two coming soon and then i’ll be done for the night :)

thanks for reading these!🤍 i have so much fun with these

[clairedaring]

And who dropped me off last night? I don't remember anything. Was it Wut? Someone a lot more handsome than that. Oh, Sol? Before, he used to be in my stunt team. But now, he's an idol in Korea. Well, it was kind of him to drop you off here. If I hadn't been here last night, I guess you'd have gotten a chance to use the condom.

MY STAND-IN (2024) | 1.02

[lillian1396]

What did Merrick say? Another one 😏😁

[userjonasbrothers]

Joe Jonas performing 'Vacation Eyes' at Illinois State Fair (8/15/24)

[vegaseatsass]

Since I'm still thinking about Ming today... Let us compare Three Mings.

1. Ming when he's Scared*

*caught off guard by domesticity/affection and how much he likes and wants it

2. Ming when he's Trying*

*to fix the shit he does when he's scared, but still seem cool and controlled (of highest priority always)

3. Ming when he's Scared*

*deeply fucking terrified, scrambling, on the precipice of a complete break from sense and reason which he shan't recover from for years

And the thing is, which of these Mings do you think stays with Joe in his bones, in his gut. Which of these Mings are the Mings Joe remembers and thinks of as true?

Ming my babygirl, you have so so soooo much more Trying to try.

[panncakes]

ming is such a fucking loser, absolute pathetic piece of specimen; i want ten more of him

[poraphia]

"A Heart-Shaped Necklace."

heartbroken!wilbur x newlywed!reader 1971 words • 8.11.23 cw ~ unrequited love, heartbreak, depictions of vomiting. Reader uses she/her pronouns! wilbur soot masterlist

I was going to give you a heart-shaped necklace after a gig in Paris, but you met your future husband, and it wasn't me.

♡♡♡

“Will, seriously, we don’t have to do this, mate.”

I clutched the brim of the toilet seat. The bottomless pit in my stomach served me no good other than throwing up what little breakfast I had this morning. My temples pulsed as I could do nothing but kneel over what disgusting mess I’d created before me. I shook my head, exhaling a shuddered sigh. 

“I promised her. I promise we would perform…” I mumbled in a croaky voice. With what strength I could muster, I reached over to flush the toilet before standing up with wobbly knees. To prevent myself from stumbling I leaned against the stall’s wall, backing up a bit to unlock the door and to face my band mate. 

There stood Joe. The man that agreed to ditch our previous band to start Lovejoy. The man that has seen me through every breakdown and tear to my heart when I would catch a glimpse of her face at my shows. The man that has been with me through thick and thin. He gave me a half-hearted smile, but it wasn’t enough to hide his furrowed eyebrows and eyes glossing with concern.

“Will–”

“Joe, please!” I begged. I brushed past him and made my way toward the sink, washing my face to fight back the nausea. “I just– want to be there for her, okay?! I want to give her the most perfect day possible. I want her to feel like– like she’s on top of the world! And if performing for her and–” I choked on my own words, stumbling in my nonsense. “H-her fucking shit husband.” I propped myself on my elbows, staring at my reflection before looking at Joe. “Then fucking fine! I don’t even give a shit about him?! I care about HER!” I shouted, slamming my fists onto the marble counter. “ITS FUCKING FINE!”

But who was I kidding?

I put my head down, clenching my jaw to avoid any sobs that would’ve dared to escape my lips. Joe, with careful steps, approached me, placing a hand on my back. My quickened breathing started to ease down. However, that painful ache in my chest that felt like boulders pressing down my body remained. If the weight were to suddenly manifest in front of me, with open arms I would’ve accepted its crushing embrace, accepting the sweet release of death.

Yet here I stand in the bathroom with my bandmate and friend crying over what loss I had no way of preventing.

I’ve loved (y/n) since our first gig.

We had been friends for a while before that, but I distinctly remember telling her that my first performance will be the next day, and within the same hour, she called off of work and made plans to drive all the way to Brighton to come see me. Once she made it, she brought us cold bottles of water and showed nothing but her undying support.

When we had finished the performance, she ran up to me, and with open arms I engulfed her in the biggest hug, mumbling bits of gratitude in her ear as she exchanged back with praises. I felt like the happiest man on Earth. Nothing could strip away what joy she brought me for she has seen me through scrapped lyrics and broken guitar strings. 

I planned to confess to her on stage.

It was envisioned perfectly in my head. After our performance in Paris and the stage had been cleaned out, I would ask the stage crew if I could borrow the set for another hour. I bought roses, a mini stereo for us to listen to our favorite music, and a golden necklace to profess my love to her.

And oh, how I imagined her smile.

I was so giddy that day too. My heart was dancing in my chest and my energy reflected it like a mirror. I woke up early before everyone else despite the jetlag. I had the widest smile on my face each time I would brush my hand against my pocket, and there rested the velvet box which I shall present to her later. I told my bandmates my plan over soundcheck and they all cheered me on. There was not a single doubt she would say no.

That was until during the concert.

In the midst of me performing consequences, I searched among the crowd to find that face. That gorgeous face that would never leave my dreams. Eventually… I did find her. My eyes widened as I looked over to Joe, who caught the same sight as well. My heart, once pumping a lovesick melody, came to a stop and dropped onto the floor below me. There she was, with hands wrapped around the neck of a man I’d never seen. Their faces were just centimeters apart as those lips I only daydreamed of kissing were parted just for him. It felt like the world around me stopped moving, and despite the screaming crowd in front of me, I was only listening to an ear-ringing screech and my heart beating in my ears.

Painfully, I strained out,

“I’m yours. I’m yours! I’M YOURS!”

I liberated my pain and anguish in the final verse of The Fall. Thousands of fans screamed and cheered for me, but I was only met with lonesome. I looked over to (y/n) who was now clapping and cheering as well. The man still wrapped his arms around her.

I smiled at her, and she smiled at me back.

I didn’t dare to face her after the show. As soon as I left the venue I buried myself into hotel blankets and pillows as if this grief was pinning me down by the neck, choking me into this mattress as I lost all strength to get up. The next morning Mark noted that she was looking for me, but I shook it off. 

It took me a while to even face her again. When she asked me what happened that night I lied through my teeth and told her I was sick for a long while and didn’t want her to get sick either. It took persuasion like a lawyer to convince her, but she accepted it in the end.

I took in a sharp inhale, and looked up to meet Joe’s gaze. He looked over at his watch. “We’re going to be going on in ten. Are you ready?”

I looked back at my reflection, squeezing my eyelids shut to blink away the tears. Every breath I took felt like a shudder. My voice only came out in weary croaks. But still, I stood up straight and looked back at Joe.

“Give me five minutes.”

With what sanity I had left, I freshened myself up by washing my face and pressing down my suit and tie. After some soft encouragements to myself and convincing myself that I look fine, I pushed open the door and was again met with the dim-lit reception littered in white floral decor. People were happily dancing under the shimmering disco ball. Friends and family were laughing with one another at different white rounded tables topped with bouquets. Chefs were working promptly as they dished out all sorts of fresh foods for the ravenous guests.

But what stood out the most was the bride and groom, (y/n) and Jared, sitting at a long white table by themselves. They smiled at each other lovingly, holding each other’s hands on the table with their new golden bands wrapped around their finger. I bit the insides of my cheek, having to rip my gaze off of the couple, and headed toward the small stage where we were placed. Mark and Ash exchanged worried glances at the sight of me.

“Will, are you—”

“I’m fine.” I quickly muttered to Mark. I looked over to Joe. He checked his watch before nodding toward me. Ignoring the worried exchange of glances from my bandmates, I tapped on the microphone, grabbing the reception’s attention. The DJ ushered down his music.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, we are Lovejoy.” I spoke in a low voice but forced a smile as I talked. “I’d like to, uh– congratulate the bride and groom over there. Hi guys.” I slightly waved to them as the guests cheered. (Y/n) grinned at me, and I felt that familiar flutter in my stomach. I looked down at my mic, determined to keep my focus.

“I’d like to especially thank (y/n). She’s been with me since we started this band, and I– I couldn’t be more thankful.” I looked back at her again, and there she was. Her stunning white gown was decorated with rhinestones. Her hair was styled beautifully, flowing gingerly with the soft AC cooling the venue. Her lips were colored subtly with a shade that matched her gentle skin.

What was missing was a pretty heart-shaped necklace that was supposed to be given to her after a performance in Paris.

I cleared my throat. “We’re Lovejoy, and this is Call Me What You like.”

I spent the next twenty minutes with the band as we performed various songs from our different EPs. My heart slightly ached with each song I shouted into the mic, knowing that most of these songs' meanings have changed over time. A breakup album dedicated to the United Kingdom? More like intense jealousy of wishing to get in between my friend’s healthy relationship because I’ve longed for her more than anything. 

We were nearing the end of our performance, with our last song “It’s all futile, it’s all pointless.” A song that she loved even before the band began. A song that she would ask for me to play when she used to visit my apartment. A song she asked me to teach her as she sat between my legs with her back pressed against my chest and I would guide her hands and fingers from behind. I closed my eyes and talked through the lyrics. The noise soon started to drown out. No longer there was an audience in front of me with guitars and drums to accompany my vocals.

I was back at my old flat, and there (y/n) sat on my couch as I sat on the floor. I was smiling up at her with fingers pressed against steel strings with my thumb rhythmically strumming down.

“We’re getting to your favorite part.” I noted. She giggled, kicking her legs.

“I know!” She beamed.

“Ready?” I asked, scooting closer to her. She nodded. With voices harmonizing we sang the final run of the song. I couldn’t help but stare at her. How she closed her eyes while she sang. How she fiddled with a pillow in her lap with a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed, concentrating on getting the lyrics perfectly.

My only wish in this world is to drink in that look once again. To have a moment like that again.

I felt the tears pricking at my eyes as the memory fades out. The music and crowd crashed into my senses, and soon enough, I was back at this dreaded venue. With what passionate rage I had left, I belted out the final words. Her favorite part.

“Eat my rent!”

”and eat my food!” Her faded voice echoed back.

“And eat my dues–! 

“and eat those kids!” I screamed out the last words, straining what little voice I had left, letting the tears roll down my cheeks and onto my blazer. The band riffed into intensity as I felt the inside of my pocket again, the box still there. The guitars, the bass, the trumpet, and the drums, all halting to an end–

I looked up and smiled at her.

“And maybe use a sextant.”

♡♡♡

a / n ~ angsty hehe. this is my fav fic so far. reblogs are appreciated :D!!

[wineauntharry]

I’m in need of anything that contains jealous, protective and possessive Joe!!! If you’re able to write something like this 💛

Ofc stink! I like this alot and I hope its what you were asking for let me know if you want something else! love ya bunches! (sorry its short)

Tw: possessive and jealous joe/ insinuation of smut??? Nothing to cray cray

send requests here :)

-kitt

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Mine J.B.

“ I just wanna make sure I’m the only guy you’re taking home tonight.”

Joe whispered, slurring and wreaking of tequila. But who could blame him? He had just won the AFC North Championship, and who would I be to not let him celebrate.

“Joe don’t start.”

We had only been at this club for an hour and he was plastered. I was sitting on his lap playing with the rips in his jeans when he started to do the drunk rambling moment he would have anytime he thought I looked a little too good.

“Can’t help it baby. You just look so good. Still can’t believe you chose me.”

“All of these hoes and I still chose you huh Joe.”

He let out a soft giggle followed by a stop-fucking-playin-with-me smirk and I knew I had started to press his buttons. There’s no way Joe didn’t notice every guy's neck turn when we walked in. They weren’t looking at the tall football player, they were looking at the girl on his arm, and he knew that.

After sitting in our section and sipping on our drinks, we made our way out onto the dance floor. Joe and I did our usual dance where he stood behind me and I grinded on him to the beat of whatever was playing. Nothing too crazy. I could feel Joe start to grow behind me and as he went to whisper something to me we were interrupted.

“This your man? Or is he your bitch because I’m trynna talk to you for real. You too fine to be with a white boy like that.”

Before I could even respond to the random drunk guy leaning a little too close and talking a little too loud, Joe already had a response.

“Bro you don’t see her with me right now? This my girl, stop playing. We locked in, she not going anywhere.”

The guy just walked away, not even trying to argue anymore, but Joe wasn’t finished, I could feel him tense up as he stopped dancing. It was like he somehow sobered up and wasn’t about to just let that guy's advance slide.

Joe began to walk in the direction of the guy, taking big strides, determined. Not gonna lie, Joe was always so hot when he was angry, But somebody had to keep him out of trouble, so I followed and reached for his arm.

“Joe stop!” I tried to yell but Joe had blinders on and nothing was gonna come between him and sticking up for what’s his.

Joe got the guy's attention and started to raise his voice, catching the attention of other people in the club.

“Don’t ever try some shit like that again. Swear to God, I don’t play about what’s  mine. I promise you don’t want a problem bro. Be careful. I don’t wanna come outta character.” Joe spit out.

 “You got it big bro, chill out.” The guy replied.

I guess at this point Joe remembered where we were and could feel me tugging at his arm. He turned around and we made our way back to our section, but I couldn’t just let that go.

“Joe what the fuck was that? I know you’re fucked up right now but be serious.” I said.

“You just do something to me Y/N. Can’t help it.” He replied with a smirk.

“I know but-” I was interrupted with Joe smashing his lips on mine. He was so intoxicating. I swear I turn into putty anytime he kisses me like this. It wasn’t a regular kiss. But almost a you’re mine and I don’t care who sees kiss.

Once we separate I continue my thought “Joe you gotta keep it together, that’s what happens when you go out with someone this fine, not my fault.” I said with a little giggle following it.

Joe smiled and said “I can’t help but be possessive over you. You belong to me and nothing will ever change that, I don’t care what I have to do. I’d kill for you Y/N.”

Joe has always been the jealous type, but I am too so it balances us out, just makes us that much closer.

“I’m yours Joe. In this world, it's just us.” I reassured him and squeezed his hand to let him know I was serious.

“Let’s get out of here baby, I wanna show you how much to me.” He said.

I knew what that meant. He only said that when he really meant it, it was special to him.

I was enjoying my time out of the house but I knew I would enjoy whatever he was going to do to me at home more. I just smiled and nodded my head to let him know to lead the way. 

I love this boy so much and I know he loves me just the same. Its only a plus that Joe fucks best when he’s jealous or in love, and tonight, he was both.

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I hope yall like this omg I like it!!! Jealous joe makes me think some thots imma keep it real i need him so bad lorddddd. 

ALSO THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY HARRY ONE SHOT!! (did yall peep the harry reference hehe)

Also there may or may not be a second part to this that’s just smut ;) let me know if yall want it because i def will not write it if there’s something else you want!

all the love- kitt

[kennyomegasweave]

We are 9 episodes in on My Stand In and I'm still hissing at my screen every time Sol shows up.

That man was really out here ranting and raving and being all WHY AREN'T YOU GUYS MAD about Ming as if he was the one being wronged like Joe didn't whole ass watch his damn body be cremated the day before. He really thinks he a main character and he's not even the possible second choice love interest.

Like he really dragged Joe away while he was calling for Ming and then told Joe to snap out of it cause Ming doesn't love him. Good to see he's still willing to physically drag Joe away from things he doesn't like, no matter what Joe wants, even in his second life.

He also has the audacity to be out here refusing to read the damn room and see that Joe looks uncomfortable AF anytime he drops a random "I care about you so much" line because it's not needed nor appreciated. He smooth brought Joe into his press conference to call him his boyfriend! And we all know good and damn well Joe wouldn't have agreed to that.

And then he was out here trying to fight Ming at the afterparty saying he doesn't give a fuck knowing good and damn well it would be Joe's ass if a public fight happened because he is the most unknown of the unknowns, while Ming's family is wealthy and Sol is, at the very least, semi-famous.

He's just always talking mad shit about how Ming is terrible and how he wants to save Joe from him and blah blah, but then he's instigating fights with Ming left and right. And personally, if I knew my friend was with a shitty man, I wouldn't keep antagonizing that man knowing my friend is the one who's dealing with the consequences every time. But I would actually want better for my friend because I care about them as a person and not as an ideal image I built in my head of someone I want to date. And that is clearly where Sol and I differ.

Like Ming is a delusional asshole, no argument there, but Sol is a Nice Guy and nah. I want him GONE. Let him go back to Korea and get some dick there. Cause he's not an option for Joe, nor was he ever at any point during this show, yet he really thinks he has relevancy here. Ming is better than me (or more insecure) cause I would have long since told Sol you don't compare when you don't compete.

[fyeaheddiemunson]

Random story. I got a new tattoo on Saturday and me and my artist were talking about Stranger Things, and she said she still needs to watch season 3 and 4.

Later on, she asked if I saw the new Quiet Place. And I said I did because I love Joseph Quinn. And she goes "ME too! I'm obsessed"

And I'm like..."you said you haven't watched season 4 yet..." and she said "yeah, but I've seen some of his interviews and I love him"

I had to warn her, once she experiences Eddie, there is no going back.

[chicademartinica]

So Tong’s devious repressed ass wants BOTH of the rich siblings to be in love with him huh…

[fixxxd]

just saw fall out boy. holy shit.