Other letters that Hamilton wrote to Laurens betray the tone of jealous, love-sick young man who was quick to chide his failing to write frequently enough. “I have written you five or six letters since you left Philadelphia and I should have written you more had you made proper return,” Hamilton wrote to Laurens in September. “But, like a jealous lover, when i thought you slighted my caresses, my affection was alarmed and my vanity piqued.”
AU where Musashi and Yamato stay together and become the greatest duo Team Rocket’s ever seen. Rather than getting jealous of Musashi’s status in Team Rocket, Yamato accepts that she’s good and is supportive of her girlfriend. She also takes the opportunity to develop a friendly rivalry with Jessie which in turn challenged her to be a better Team Rocket trainee. When it came time during their training to partner up, they convinced their superiors to allow them to be a team (despite the rules saying that partners should not be involved romantically with one another). They passed all their tests with flying colors and were made permanent partners. They were successful in all their endeavors and were quickly promoted to executives.
Until this year I wasn’t a Johnlock shipper—except I kind of was?? Here’s a list of reactions I remember having to various aspects of the show:
- From the beginning the aspect of the show that I was most invested in was John and Sherlock’s ‘friendship.’
- I didn’t care for A Scandal of Belgravia because I didn’t like the idea of Sherlock being in love with a woman (underlying thought: I didn’t like the idea of him caring for anybody more than John).
- After the fall, I was weirdly and rather cruelly jealous of any evidence that John was moving on (not that there was any), because I was clinging to all proof of how much Sherlock meant to him.
- I was unhappy when I heard that Mary was being brought into the picture, because she would disrupt John and Sherlock’s relationship.
- I somehow convinced myself to like Mary; but the first argument that always came to mind in her favor was that she always did her best to facilitate John and Sherlock’s friendship. (Haha, wow I actually thought that … still, as silly as that belief sounds now, it’s telling that my favorite aspect of her character was still about Sherlock and John).
- Despite it jarring somewhat with my determination to like Mary, I was secretly pleased when Sherlock threw himself into the fire to save John and Mary didn’t.
- I supported John and Mary’s relationship insofar as it was one that had been established—while I’m not usually much of a shipper, I tend to be heavily in favor for the maintenance of established relationships. Nevertheless, even though I was blind to her abusive tendencies, I still had zero feels about John and Mary’s dynamic.
- I didn’t bat an eyelash at John’s reaction to Jannine, because Sherlockdating a woman?? That was obviously just wrong and merited every ounce of bafflement and discomfort that John could layer onto it.
- I was deeply moved when Sherlock mourned John’s wedding; came back to life for John; killed for John; overdosed because he would never see John again; but I wasn’t surprised or confused—because, just as with John’s mourning after the fall, this was the depth of loyalty and love that I wanted, and on some level expected, to see.
- The fact that John and Sherlock didn’t see each other for a month after the wedding struck me as incomprehensible and just plain wrong. (At the time I didn’t have Villain!Mary to help make sense of the event). I hated it.
I really could go on, but I expect that’s sufficient. I clung to every proof of their affection, was more invested in watching these ‘bros’ love each other than in watching them solve crimes together, and I was jealous of any other romantic interest.
I guess it just makes me wonder: how many others are there who, like I used to do, see and relish the romance but refuse to give it the legitimacy of a name?
sometimes i laugh b/c i remember one time i wrote a meta about why Bakugou was scared of Izuku rather than jealous, and i remember someone in the tags was like ‘i agree with the points but i still think jealousy fits more’ and then it was like confirmed in the next chapter or something with All Might saying Bakugou feared Izuku’s heart
Do you think sir would be envious of Izuku basically being All Might's son?
This is… Hmm. I’m not really sure, I feel like Sir probably sees himself more as an equal to All Might (still looks up to him a great deal ofc but they are/were both pro heroes) than anything else.
Rather than being jealous of Izuku basically being All Might’s son specifically, he might feel a bit of remorse at the fact that he no longer keeps in contact with All Might? He does still look up to Toshi, probably low-key would like to talk with him sometime, but due to the circumstances it isn’t really easy to breach that gap.
I’m imagining that he might keep this underwraps, but maybe Mirio and Bubblegirl and Izuku pick up on this, and. Well. It’d be nice if Sir and All Might were back on amicable, speaking terms.
Pre-everything and you're already so much prettier and pass so much better than I ever possibly could. I don't understand. It's not fair.
Well, I don’t really pass at all unless I’m wearing makeup and all that. Keep in mind that you can’t really tell if someone looks passable by pictures alone, since well, those are pretty controlled circumstances. Pretty sure people could tell in real life if they actually looked.
I suppose I’ve been somewhat “lucky”, but passable or not I still have to deal with gender dysphoria. While being passable could be considered unfair I would say that some people being born in the wrong body would be the unfair part.
While I guess it’s unfair that some people are born into the right body and some isn’t, we should try to focus on that we can actually do something about it now rather than being jealous of those who don’t have to go through the same thing. We should just be happy for those people, I sure wouldn’t wish this upon anyone else.
I don’t know, I just feel like I’m rambling without making an actual point by now. But while it sucks dealing with gender dysphoria we should at least try to look on the bright side, in this time and age we can actually do something about it.
(I hate titles.) Sorry this took a few days @droomboom ! Had a busy weekend. This is for your wonderful prompt of a silly Draco trying to make Harry jealous at the ball, but ending up getting rather jealous himself…
“Shut up, Goyle,” Draco spat, watching Potter carefully across the Great Hall. “Does he look like he’s asking Parvati out to you?”
Goyle shrugged, stirring his eggs around on his plate.
“Well, come on, then,” Draco said waspishly. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re obsessed,” Goyle muttered under his breath.
“What?” Draco snapped. “He’s not dressed? The hell are you on about, Goyle? He’s perfectly dressed. He’s even got his tie done up properly for once. Look at it, it’s a windsor knot and everything.”
Goyle choked on a piece of toast. Draco smacked him on the back distractedly and turned to Astoria Greengrass, who was sitting a few seats down the table.
“Greengrass,” Draco said, facing her, though his eyes were still on Potter. “You got a date for the Eighth Year Ball?”
Astoria’s eyes slid to Pansy’s, but Draco didn’t notice.
“No,” she said lightly. “Are you asking?”
“Yes.” Draco’s hands clenched into fists as he watched Potter listening intently to Parvati Patil. Potter leaned closer, angling his ear closer to her mouth. Draco slammed his fists down on the table. “Yes, Greengrass. You’re going to the ball with me.”
“Sure, Draco.” Astoria bit her lip, fighting back a laugh. “I’ll meet you on the stairs at seven.”
Draco leaned back in the shadows, his hands in his pockets as he watched Potter standing by the doorway with Granger and Weasley.
“Where’s Patil?” Draco muttered under his breath. “Or anyone? He’s probably got some other simpering fan to hang off his arm. That’d be right. Bloody Potter”
“You sure you’re alright alone, Harry?” Granger asked, holding Potter’s arm, her face twisted in concern.
Draco frowned, watching as Potter shrugged with a small smile.
“I’m fine, Hermione,” Draco heard Potter say. “You two go in; I’ll follow in a little bit.”
Draco barely noticed Granger and Weasley leave - his mind was moving too fast. Potter didn’t have a date? What was he up to?
Potter scuffed his toe along the ground, before suddenly turning and walking quickly off towards the nearby classrooms. Draco narrowed his eyes. Was he going to sneak off for one of his ridiculous stunts that somehow always ended up with Slytherin getting destroyed in the house cup?
Draco would have to follow him.
Just as he moved to step out of the shadows, he heard a noise behind him.
“Ready to go in?”
Draco turned to see Astoria standing behind him, her elegant green gown hugging her figure tightly.
He barely looked at her before turning back to Potter.
“Listen, Greengrass,” he said distractedly. “Something’s come up. I’m going to have to cancel.”
There was a small pause before Astoria spoke, her voice unusually shrill. “Cancel? What do you mean ‘cancel’?”
Draco spared her another second’s glance, before waving his hand in a vaguely conciliatory motion and starting off down the corridor after Potter. “It’s not you, it’s me,” he said, turning away and moving to step around the corner. “Now, go away.”
Astoria drew in breath sharply, and before Draco knew what was happening he felt something hard smack him in the head.
“Draco, you pig!”
He winced, holding his head and spinning around just as Astoria shoved roughly past him. She marched off down the corridor, passing Potter who had turned back at the sound. Potter’s eyes widened at the sight of Astoria, and he held out a hand to stop her.
“Are you alright?” Draco heard him ask quietly.
“No, I’m not alright!” Astoria snapped. Then, to Draco’s astonishment, she burst into tears.
Draco’s astonishment turned quickly to horror as he watched Potter fold his arms around Astoria, drawing her into a hug. He spluttered under his breath as Potter turned the two of them away and led them into the classroom next to him.
“Potter, you little-” Draco fumed under his breath, forgetting all about being secretive, and striding out from the shadows. He hurried toward the classroom.
Draco slammed open the door, a small part of him taking delight at Potter’s shocked expression. “What do you think you’re doing with my date, Potter?”
“Your date?” Potter repeated, looking bewildered, though his temper was quickly rising. “If she’s your date, why is she crying?”
Draco suddenly remembered that he didn’t want Potter to know he had a date, if Potter didn’t have one himself.
Why didn’t he want Potter to know? He frowned to himself and shook his head.
“She’s not- well- she is-” Draco shook his head again. “Shut up, Potter, you idiot. Get your Neanderthal hands off her.”
Potter huffed a surprised laugh. “Neanderthal? Malfoy, have you been reading muggle science books?”
Neither of the boys noticed that Astoria was no longer crying. Quietly, she stood up and edged toward the door.
Draco sniffed. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. Only an imbecile wouldn’t know about evolution.”
Potter smirked. “So you’re calling purebloods imbeciles, then? I’m almost impressed.”
“I am not calling purebloods imbeciles,” Draco blustered. “I’m simply-”
Suddenly, the door slammed shut. There was the conspicuous sound of a key being turned, and then a hastily muttered charm that Draco didn’t recognise.
Potter’s eyes widened in alarm. “Astoria?” he called. “Er, what are you doing?”
“Just enforcing a resolution,” Astoria called sweetly through the door. “The charm will release you when you’re honest with each other.”
“Greengrass, you Judas!” Draco yelled, his face draining of colour. “Where are you going?”
“To the ball, of course. Pansy hates it when I’m late.”
The smugness in her tone infuriated Draco, although as a fellow Slytherin he had to admit he was impressed.
As her footsteps retreated into the distance, he turned back to Potter and raised one eyebrow. “You have something to say to me, then?” he asked haughtily.
Potter laughed in surprise. “Why would you think that?”
“Why else would she lock us in a room together until we were honest with each other, unless she knew you had something to tell me?” Draco crossed his arms and glared.
Potter pursed his lips together like he was fighting back a laugh, which made Draco very suspicious. He narrowed his eyes for good measure.
“Maybe because she thought you had something to say to me?” Potter suggested with a smirk.
“What could I possibly have to say to you?” Draco spat.
Potter shrugged. “I dunno, Malfoy.” He looked around the room casually. “I suppose she might want me to tell you that I think you’re pretty fit.”
Draco choked. Behind him, the door gave a brief rattle.
Potter eyed the door, looking pleased. “There we go,” he said. “Now it’s your turn.”
Draco scoffed. “In your dreams,” he muttered, turning away to hide how shaken he felt. He grabbed the handle and turned it, but the door stayed shut. Inwardly, he groaned.
When he turned back, Potter was looking far more smug than anyone had a right to be.
“Your turn,” Potter repeated with a grin.
At this rate, they were going to be stuck in this room forever.
Draco’s shoulders slumped. “I suppose,” he began slowly, feeling a flush creep across his cheeks. “She might want me to tell you that I think you’re pretty fit, too.”
The door gave another rattle. Draco pounced on it, but it refused to open.
“Demanding, isn’t she?” Potter laughed. “Well, I guess she might also want me to say that I wish you and I could have a chance to talk. To see where things lead, maybe?”
Draco felt his heart jump in his chest. Why did he suddenly feel so shaky? He looked back at Potter, trying to arrange his features into something casual.
His hand was still on the doorknob. He gave it a small turn, but it did nothing.
“Maybe-” His voice was very quiet. “Maybe, I could add that I know where I would want things to lead, if we had the chance to talk.”
Potter stood up and began to walk toward Draco, a strange light in his eyes. “And where would that be?”
Draco’s hand fell from the doorknob. He took a step backward until he was pressed against the door, feeling oddly trapped. “Well-” He trailed off.
Potter stopped a foot away, lifting his hand to run it lightly along Draco’s jaw. Draco had to suppress a shiver.
“Well?” Potter prompted.
“Well,” Draco repeated, pleased that his voice remained steady. He held Potter’s gaze. “Well, I would hope that it would lead somewhere like this.”
Potter’s eyes dropped to Draco’s mouth. He leaned closer, pausing when they were barely an inch apart.
“Me too,” he breathed, before his lips met Draco’s in a gentle kiss.
Behind them, unnoticed, the door quietly clicked open.
Hey Anon… not sure exactly what you mean by this… who would you rather see be the jealous/protective one? I have a story coming up where Antonio will be jealous and do some extreme things to get Brett back. It’ll be titled “Treat You Better”… if this isn’t what you were expecting… let me know. Hope you enjoy! Cheers! Nicole
B - Biggest fear: I have a couple. Spiders, clowns, and death being the big ones.
C - Current time: 2:36 pm
D - Drink you last had: Coke
E - Everyday starts with: Checking my email for fanfic updates and all my social media
F - Favorite song: Private Show by Little Mix
G - Ghosts, are they real?: Hell yea they are
H - Hometown: Upstate New York
I - In love with: That list would take up way to much of this post lmao
J - Jealous of: Not really jealous of them, but people who find it so easy to put themselves out there and not care what anyone says or thinks about them. I more so admire those people rather than be jealous of them.
K - Killed someone: Not that I know of
L - Last Time You Cried: Yesterday. My little brother was crying and I always cry when I see him upset.
M - Middle name: Ann
N - Number of siblings: 3. One older sister, one younger sister, and one younger brother. Poor kid is the youngest and the only boy
P - Person you last called/texted: my younger sister
Q - Questions you’re always asked: How old are you? Are you older than Casey (my older sister)? Are you and Laurie (my other sister) twins?
R - Reason to smile: My family. They’re there for me through anything. They’re especially amazing when I’ having an anxiety attack. They know just what to do to help me.
S - Song last sang: All your fault by Big Sean and Kanye West
T - Time you woke up: 7:45 am. I rarely ever sleep in.
U - Underwear color: Yellow
V - Vacation destination: Hawaii or Italy
W - Worst habit: Biting my nails (especially when I’m anxious)
X - X-rays you’ve had: As far as I can remember, I think I’ve only had two. One when i was younger and hurt my ankle. The other being a senior in high school and that was for my knee.
Y - Your favorite food: SOUP. OMG I love it so much lol. I could literally have it anytime during the year. Even if it’s like 90 degrees out.