Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. you are the mirror of the night. the violent flash of lightning. the dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. my fingers touch your blood. All my joy is to feel life spring from your flower-fountain that mine keeps to fill all the paths of my nerves which are yours.
((i had a very weird dream today.. so somehow my brain turned me into jin and like these ppl were chasing after jin and jimin and like jin.. or i.. idk dragged jimin into the bathroom and to like “distract” the ppl they/we just began ya know kissing like just little pecks then somehow they started making out in the bathroom))
Summary: Hamilton had always been ahead of everyone; being a world-class criminal, it was simply an expectation. However, after becoming a prime suspect of a crime he didn’t commit, the world seems to be speeding above and beyond his control. Crime continues to dominate his life in ways he would never have suspected, and soon enough, convincing Officer Jefferson of his innocence comes to be the least of his worries.
Word Count: 2220
Dedication: To @xaandiir for not only being my beta, but also my personal cheer squad. Thanks for everything you’ve done and will continue to do, my prince ;)
Who was the person that came up with this sticky note idea? They needed a raise. It was ingenious! Putting sticky notes all over his cop’s car- each one inscribed with a semi-dud code. Hamilton honestly wished he had come up with the idea himself. And sure, he would be taking most of the credit for it. He even made sure to smile and wave at the security camera across the street. Nothing topped off vandalism like the ‘fuck you’ face of an identifiable world class criminal. It was just such a time-wasting goose chase and he couldn’t wait to see the horror of the car’s owner when Hercules finally tapped into the camera.