… Yes, this is what you’re thinking. Me being super late to start @starcoweek3
In my defense, THIS FIC DIDN’T WANT OT END.
So.. yeah, I’m a bit ashamed it took me this long to finish, like, we are almost over it…
Also, guys I didn’t give up JanTom Week, all the fics have half done but I had a major block with Jantom (probably due to EA just wanted me on the climax chapters and I’m still finishing it) I plan to finish before next jantom week lol
Also,, huge thanks to @mrevaunit42 and @axis2600 for helping to post this anyway, you guys are awesome! *hugs*
Also a special mention to @fullertoons for creating this amazing au!
I hope you enjoy :D
PS: lots of people identified this as the Starco song because of EA, and I ended up using to write in this too along with this one.
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7
I 99 Problems and You’re Number One
Marco sat in the waiting room annoyed. He and Star went to Mewni to come kind of ceremony that she was obligated to comply and for whatever reason, he got into it too. The princess had asked him if he could wait for her to get ready to give an opinion to her dress and how he was supposed to say no when she looked at him with those blue eyes full of hope?!
He had a major problem, not only because he was completely hopeless for those blue eyes sparkling hope, or the cutest heart marks she had, or how she was enchanting on every single way, or how Star walked like floating like she was a ballerina… No, all that was consequences of his number one problem.
Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader, reader with no gender prefrence
Warnings: Implied smut. If school is a trigger then you better watch out
Setting: Modern, High School
Summary: Alexander Hamilton challenges Thomas Jefferson to see who can get closest to the lead role in the school musical. Thomas Jefferson is the readers best friend and helps him pick out a monologue and song, but then the reader realizes that Alex is just a smol babe and things get good.
Ships and requests are open!!!!! Please leave suggestions in my inbox!
P.S. There is a hidden Jefferson meme in this story so comment if you see it heheheh
“No way! I could rock tights better than you any day!!”
Oh god Tom, not again.
The usual Tuesday morning, Jefferson getting in a yelling fight before first period starts. You were always the one to pull him away. It was tiring being the best friend of Thomas Jefferson.
“Well, let’s see then! We will both try out for the lead in the school musical, and whoever gets closest to the role wins. Then we will see who really wears the tights in this feud.”
Alexander Hamilton. The usual one to pick a fight with Thomas. You didn’t know him very well besides the fact that he was your best friends rival, and he sits behind you in history class. Nonetheless, you had to admit you kinda had the hots for him.
“Okay, okay, break it up. The bell is going to ring soon.” You tried to usher Thomas away before he could get a word in, but before you could grab him, he shouted, “You’re on Hamilton!!”
You walked into first period, practically dragging Thomas in, steam coming out of his ears.
“I hate that arrogant prick so much. I wish I could wipe that smug smile off of his face. Mon chéri, thank you for butting in before I could do anything stupid.”
Ever since he came back from France, Tom gave you the nicest nicknames such as mon ami, mon chéri, and mon chaton. You weren’t quite sure what they meant, but you secretly found them adorable.
“But you did something stupid. You agreed to try out for the school musical, even though you have zero experience with theatre.” Thomas knew were a theatre enthusiast who had been in the majority of school productions, and you already knew the question was coming.
“Will you please help me and possibly try out with me? It would make me feel loads better.”
You sighed and cracked open your trig textbook. “Of course. We can start rehearsing after school today.” He gave you a toothy smile and proceeded to his seat.
Fifth period rolls around. History was your favorite subject, especially when you were studying your favorite time period, the birth of America.
You strolled into the classroom to see Mr. Washington and Alexander in a silent debate about the debt plan established by the first secretary of treasury. Why was he so passionate about a debt plan?
After Mr. Washington was finished with the lecture, You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to meet a pair of dark eyes.
“So what is it with you and Jefferson?”
“Hamilton, I could ask you the same question.”
“Well, me and Thomas never really got along. I used to be the big man on campus, and everyone adored me. All the teachers loved me, especially my English and History teachers. Until Jefferson came around. He astonished History teachers with his knowledge and opinions of french history, and he made English teachers swoon with his many tongues. Also, he says I dress like the pits of fashion when hes the one in that damn fuchsia coat and bow tie-”
“Watch it. That’s my best friend.”
He held his hands up as a form of surrender. “Now it’s your turn. What is it with you and Jefferson?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sure I don’t know what you mean…”
“Come on, (Y/N). Are you dating?”
“No, I’m just the one who tries to keep him from making stupid decisions and getting in fights.”
“As you saw from this morning, you’re not doing a very good job of it.”
“True… So what about you Hamilton? Are you seeing anyone?”
Why did I ask that. Why did I ask that.
His eyes seemed to get brighter when you asked that question and his cheeks grew a light shade of pink. He held back a smile and looked down at his hands. “No.” He looked back at you and his smile broke loose. Your heart fluttered at the sight of it. You gave him a light smile and turned back around to your books. Snap out of it. This is your best friends rival.
“Thomas, are you going to eat that whole damn bowl of macaroni??”
“Fllflflff flff lflfff!”
“You know I can’t understand you when your mouth is full.”
“Flf.” He pouted and crossed his arms. He finally managed to swallow the outrageous amount of macaroni and cheese dripping from his mouth. Ew.
“What are we going to do for my monologue and song?”
“Well I was thinking, and this monologue from Funny Girl would be perfect for you. Give it a read.”
“How about… this one!”
“No, I don’t really like it.”
It was a tedious process, but 3 hours later you and Thomas had finally picked out and rehearsed both his song and monologue. He managed to step on his cat and break a lamp in the process. (His cat was okay by the way.) You sat down on his couch and turned on the television, but all you could think about was Alexander. His eyes didn’t seem to have depth until today. You never see brown eyes the same again until you fall in love with a pair of them. WAIT. Did I just say that I LOVED Alexander Hamilton?
You felt a buzz in your pocket.
Hey. So I was thinking a lot, and I would love to get to know you more. If you wanted to, we could “study” together? Like a date? You are Jefferson’s best friend and I understand if it’s too weird but.. I just really want to know you on a basis where you don’t always call me Hamilton. Send me your thoughts. <3
Your stomach did back flips when you saw this message.
I would love to! Friday after school works for me :)
Great! See you then!
You locked your phone and a smile began to tug on your lips.
“What’s got you in such a good mood, mon chéri?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Wednesday and Thursday pass. You help Thomas everyday after school and Alexander is having more frequent conversations with you. He even introduces you to his squad, John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, And Marquis de Lafayette. Hercules is unusually tall and broad for a junior in high school, Lafayette’s French accent is so thick you couldn’t understand him at first, and John Laurens has the biggest obsession with turtles. Literally. He has a shirt with turtles on it and his phone case is also a turtle. It was adorable. You hit it off with Hamilsquad immediately.
Friday rolls around and you’re in 7th period with Thomas and James Madison when the school day finally ends.
“I’ll see you guys later!” you turn away from them and before you could start walking away, Thomas grabs your arm.
“Woah, where do you think you’re going? You’re supposed to help me with lines today.” He let go of your arm.
“I’m going to study, and we have been going at this since Tuesday, can we just take a break?”
“Study…? You never study alone.”
You were already out the door. Before he could catch you, you slipped into the crowded hall and vanished.
Yeah… you never told Thomas about the little soiree you arranged with Alex. But he would understand. It’s just a little, innocent date, right?
SLAM. Alexander pins your hands above your head and pushes you up against the wall. He lets go of your wrists and his hands find a way to your sides. His lips are hungrily kissing your own. He tasted like coffee and peppermint. In a flash his lips are on your neck. “A-alex…”
“That’s it baby. Say it just like that.”
“Make me. Make me say it louder.”
He parted from your neck and brought your hips to his. “Challenge accepted.”
Hope you liked it! I’ll be posting Chapter 2 soon!
Much to everyone else’s opinions, you rode with Hotch and Spencer to the address, feeling more anxious than you should to see Andrea again.
Arriving at her home, you leap out of the car before Hotch can pull into the driveway, stumbling up the lawn as you bound up the front steps, two-by-two, knocking furiously on her door as you arrive at the top.
Whipping the door open, you are met with a war-torn pair of eyes.
Those same blue eyes that you remember from that night.
“Andrea,” you say breathlessly, embracing her in a wild embrace as she tugs you in to the house.
“Where is my daughter?” she asks, her voice shaking as she urges you to sit down.
You didn’t even realize Hotch and Spencer had come in after you.
“Andrea. You need to talk to me. You need to take deep breaths, and calm down.”
Nodding her head vigorously, Hotch clears his throat as you shoot him a dirty look.
“Mrs. Watts, who was your daughter out with last night?” Hotch asks, eyeing her curiously as her brow furrows.
“S-she was with her best friend, Sierra Monover. Why? What’s happened?”
“We believe your daughter was the target of an abduction, but instead of grabbing her, they grabbed Sierra instead.”
“Oh my god,” Angela exclaims, tears rushing down her face as she puts her face in her hands.
“I-I-I’ve got to call Sierra’s mom. She’s been so worried,” she says, clamoring from her seat as you take her wrist.
“I’ll have someone call her. You need to sit,” you urge.
“Y/N, talk to me,” she says, taking your hands within hers and squeezing them. “What has happened?”
“Where does your daughter feel safest?” you ask.
“W-what do you mean?” Angela asks.
“Angela. You told her about what happened to us, didn’t you?”
As Angela gives you a blank stare, you continue with your questions.
“It’s alright if you did. She wrote my social security number backwards on the pavement in the alley she rushed in to when the van pulled up,” you say.
“The van…” Angela trails off.
“Angela,” you say, squeezing her hands as you watch her gaze trail off.
“I-I-It’s…it’s him. It’s him, isn’t it?” she asks breathlessly, her sobs choking her voice from her throat as you lean your forehead in to hers.
“Mrs. Watts, where does your daughter feel safest?” Spencer urges, dipping down and putting his hand on her shoulder.
Slowly lobbing her gaze over to Spencer, her eyes dead and her hands limp, she takes a shallow breath before the tears pour in gallons down her face.
“The only…p-p-place I can’t think of i-is…uh…is the gym we belong to,” she stammers.
“And where would that be?” Hotch asks, putting his hand on your shoulder.
“A few blocks away from here, on the corner of Turk and Aberdeen. It’s called ‘Watts In Your Body?’” she says blankly.
“Good for you,” you say, squeezing her hands as you bend in and kiss her forehead lightly.
Getting up and barreling towards the front door, you hear Hotch call out behind you.
“I think it would be best if you stayed here with Andrea.”
“Hotch, I will hot-wire that car if it gets it out of this driveway,” you spit, turning your head back and shooting him a stern glance.
He insisted that Rossi and Morgan go and collect Andrea’s daughter, and you were furious that he didn’t trust you with this.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” he says as you all head back to the police station, “It’s that you don’t understand how emotionally compromised you are right now.”
“Charged,” you say.
As you see Hotch furrow his brow at you, you look over at him and say, “I’m emotionally charged. As of right now, the only reason you have gotten this far is because of me and my ‘emotionally-compromised state’.”
“Y/N, Hotch is just trying to keep you safe…keep all of us safe,” Spencer says, bringing his hand around to squeeze your shoulder lightly.
“Plug your ears,” you say.
“What?” Spencer asks.
“Plug your ears,” you repeat again as you bring your knuckles to the palm of your hand.
Cracking your knuckles, you do one hand, and then the other. Migrating to your neck, you tilt it to one side, hearing the ricochet of cracks before cocking it off to the other side.
Sighing a deep sigh, you look at Spencer in your pull-down mirror and say, “You didn’t plug your ears.”
“No need to,” he says, staring at you in the mirror as you flip it up quickly.
Things I had forgotten about the LotR audio drama, episodes 2 and 3:
Whenever there’s a Ring Moment™ they play the sound of someone running their finger on the edge of a wine glass. That is the sound of invisibility/evil mind-control Ring magic, I guess.
How silly the Nazgul screams sound (”HOOOOOO-AAA”)
The Nazgul “HYAAAH” breath noise
The Lord of the Nazgul’s very un-eldritch voice
The random chanting of the inscription on the Ring whenever Frodo has a near-Nazgul experience, with the Lord of the Nazgul saying it in English while the other Nazgul chant it in the background in the Black Speech, sounding bored out of their minds.
“PUT. ON. THE RING.” “the ring” “the ring!”
“the riiiiiing. the riiing.”
“I’M FALLING, I’M FALLING, HEEELP MEEE” (dude, you’re a Nazgul, get some dignity)
The Hobbits apparently sang the same song all the way through the Old Forest, because the transition where it skipped that entire section is “singing and hoofbeats -> fade out -> fade back in -> singing and hoofbeats -> ‘Oh, there’s Bree!’”
The way Aragorn’s voice actor starts out copying a Bree-ish accent and then slips out of it when he notices Pippin being stupid on the other side of the room and never goes back.
When Frodo sings in the Prancing Pony tavern Ian Holm didn’t even bother to sing, he just, like, chanted it rhythmically.
~Dramatic music~ starts up in the background when they’re reading the “All that is gold does not glitter” verse
How completely incomprehensible action scenes are
Aragorn swings a flaming branch and it uses the same sound effect as the Eagles’ wings for some reason
Glorfindel sounds so distressed all the time
The prophecy from Faramir and Boromir’s dream is inexplicably sung by a countertenor who rolls all his Rs really hard
Frodo apparently rings a bell to get everyone’s attention before announcing he will take the Ring to Mordor
So, for those of you who watch criminal minds, my absolute FAVORITE thing about that show ever is Morgan and Garcia. And I’m sure that everyone knows the famous morning after scene. So I got to thinking… and the smutty wheels got to turning… and I got to writing. As a result, this little nugget came to be. I give you… Morgan + Garcia, with an Olicity twist!
After the fall of everything, the media up in arms about the courtroom assassination and their faces on about every news channel, they all knew that they’d have to lay low for a while. They couldn’t even revel in the fact that they had found their father - not fully - with the death of Rocco settling so heavy in the brother’s hearts. There were solemn days that followed, and Murphy was anxious, just siting and waiting. He didn’t like it. It still felt like there was something about to pull out from underneath their feet and catch them all off guard.
But still, they holed themselves up in a tiny little motel room, and tried to make the best of it. Make plans as to what to do now, and how to get around the media’s involvement. While Smecker and the boys were willing to help them, there was only so far that they could – they were already at risk for doing so. Their father was set to really dive into the older, higher bloodlines that would control the mafia, and Connor and Murph had to wonder about the quiet rage that seemed to flicker behind their father’s eyes. He didn’t tell them, only focused on the next step. All of which was ruined by a single sound.
The MacManus trio looked at one another. No one would have had this number. Unless it was Smecker? In that thought, Murphy licked his lips, before picking up the line. The voice, deep and Russian, spoke to him, telling him that they were to meet in a warehouse, in an hour, if they ever want to see their friend alive again. A pretty little blonde. Aequitas, the man said her name slowly over the phone. Taunting. Murphy’s blood went cold and he cursed back at them in their native tongue, demanding to let her go. Already he was standing, getting ready, and the line cut off. Grabbing up his jacket, he was out the door before either Connor or their father could stop him. They’d already lost Rocco. She wasn’t going to die too. Not if he could help it.