Hamilton: It’s alright Burr, you should’ve brought this girl with you tonight. *Be cool, Hammy. It’s okay. So what if Burr has a girlfriend now? I’ve got Eliza, plus John and Angelica, so really who cares? Not me. Nope. Not this guy.*
Burr: You’re very kind but I’m afraid it’s unlawful, sir.
Hamilton: What do you mean?
Burr: She’s married.
Hamilton: I see. *(☉_☉). WHAT!!!! Oh my goodness, after all these years. Is he actually going to admit his feelings for me? I mean, it’s been years and I’m married now, I simply can’t but at the same time…*
one of my friends from work is roommates with an old friend of mine from high school and i love hanging out with them so much because like we all know each other in different ways and its just cool 😎 i ended up going out w them tonight bc i was picking up weed lol and just had lot of fun, they are both really cool, and tonight they were like “you should come over our apartment more often!!!” and im like Yaaas and i am just happy to have friends to joke around with and stuff, and having happy successful interaction with others raises my confidence. but im still an introverted son of a bish tho and its nice to come home to my big quiet dog
Request: hey can you do an imagine where Frank has been in love with y/n since they were really young?
I remembered the day I first met Frank Iero. It was the first day of Kindergarten and I recognized him as the boy who lived around the corner from me. He was the only other kid in the class who thought Gengar was the coolest Pokemon. We instantly became best friends. Oh how innocent and pure little kids think. The next day he showed up at my house, asking if I wanted to come play on his new Nintendo 64. We were inseparable ever since. We did everything together, from trick or treating to walking to school. He always protected me and I always looked out for him. It was a typical Saturday, Frank showed up to my house and let himself in, saying hi to my parents before coming up to my room. “Hello,” he chirped. “Ar you going to Ryan’s party tonight? It should be pretty cool.”
“Nah, I don’t feel like going out tonight,” I shrugged. “Maybe next week. Are you going?”
“Frank, if you want to go go.”
“I’d rather hang out with you,” he insisted, flopping down on the bed next to me.
“Okay, if you don’t mind just watching movies today.”
“I don’t care, as long as it’s not one of your bullshit love story ones.”
“Shut up, you know you love them.” I giggled as he made a disgusted face, getting up and digging through my DVDs to find a movie. My phone vibrated on my night stand, making the wood rattle with it.
“You have a message,” Frank called over to me.
“Oh. Read it for me?”
“It’s from a guy named Felix.” I didn’t respond, turning on the DVD player. “Who’s Felix?” he asked a little bitterly.
I turned to face him, frowning at the irritated look on his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Y/n, who is this Felix guy?”
“Frank, it doesn’t matter,” I huffed, rolling my eyes. I hated when Frank got all protective over me.
“What do you mean it doesn’t matter?! It does matter!”
“No, it doesn’t! Why the hell do you care so much? It’s none of your concern at the moment.” Frank’s face fell and instantly regretted my choice of words. I didn’t like keeping things from him, but I knew how he would react.
“None of my concern?” he asked, his voice barely audible. His face changed, the angry crease in his eyebrows now softening.
“Shit. No…I…Frankie, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Then how the fuck did you mean it? We’ve been friends forever, Y/n. I thought we told each other everything. How could you say that?” He was almost yelling now. I looked at my feet, shifting uncomfortably. “Why do you never tell me about guys? I tell you about all the girls I’ve liked.”
“you never tell me about your crushes ad there’s a reason I don’t tell you about my dates.”
“You’ve talked me out of every relationship since the day we’ve met.”
“Not all of them,” he whispered, his cheeks flushed red and he looked down at his feet as well.
“I don’t even like Felix, Frank. Happy? He’s asked me out a few times but I always tell him no. I told him that I liked you and to leave me alone.” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them, making me blush furiously. Frank stood still for a moment before walking over to me and cupping my cheek.
“I like you, too. And I never tell you about my crushed because I’ve never had one except for you. I loved you from the start.” And with that, he kissed me. The kiss was slow and soft, moving his lips passionately but with no urgency. My arms wrapped around his neck and his hands came down to my waist, gripping it firmly. I didn’t realize how long we were kissing until my lungs began to burn, screaming for air. We pulled away, breathless and lips red and swollen.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you to do that,” I said with a small laugh as I heard the title screen for the cheap horror movie turn on. He chuckled, a deep raspy noise that was unique for him.