rear window: the boy who cried murder<p/><b>an american in paris:</b> i guess we should add some singing to all of these dance numbers<p/><b>the philadelphia story:</b> i want you back, i want you back🎵<p/><b>how to steal a million:</b> gullibility and sarcasm fall in love and steal a dinky statue<p/><b>cabaret:</b> drag and scandalous dances in WWII<p/><b>the sound of music:</b> where a kid can be a kid (and fucking sing like a normal child)<p/><b>bringing up baby:</b> can we keep him? please?<p/><b>seven brides for seven brothers:</b> abduction cause its romantic<p/><b>singing in the rain:</b> good morning🍊🎵there are 16 oranges in every tropicana pure premiu-<p/><b>it's a wonderful life:</b> a cute old man fixes jimmy stewart's many problems<p/><b>the shop around the corner:</b> we're better staying pen pals than actually dating<p/><b>breakfast at tiffany's:</b> she's lowkey a psycho but it's all about love and cats anyway<p/><b>roman holiday:</b> tomboy princess takes a day off and then has to face reality again<p/><b>star!:</b> gertie get your shit together<p/><b>my fair lady:</b> men are snobs and the english have a social system based on speech<p/><b>sabrina:</b> you got hurt and couldn't go on dates with me so i dated your brother instead<p/><b>thoroughly modern millie:</b> everyone is extra and there are white people who play asian people and horrible sex trafficking but it's okay because carol channing<p/><b>west side story:</b> why the fuck do you love him after he literally murdered your brother oh well he died so who cares anyway<p/><b>harvey:</b> polite and innocent man is a bit loopy so everyone tries to lock him up<p/><b>gone with the wind:</b> you don't love me?!?! but you gotta, i guess i'll marry all of the south to make you jealous<p/><b>casablanca:</b> paris and kids being looked at<p/><b>the african queen:</b> oh we almost died but we didn't so let's kiss and build a torpedo from scratch<p/><b>on golden pond:</b> where everyone won best actor/actress and 74 year old katharine hepburn did her own fucking stunts<p/><b>annie get your gun:</b> frank butler is a fucking selfish wienie<p/><b>lawrence of arabia:</b> nice, noble man goes crazy over the course of 4 hours<p/><b>the wizard of oz:</b> everything magical and good in the world is a hoax, kids<p/><b>cinderella:</b> cinderelly, cinderelly, we're woodland creatures providing comical pastime<p/><b>snow white:</b> practice makes perfect, disney, because this movie was on drugs<p/><b>sleeping beauty:</b> let's take a story about rape and make it for kids but then add unrealistic body types<p/><b>gold finger:</b> look it's the german villain from chitty chitty bang bang in a bond movie<p/><b>chitty chitty bang bang:</b> this movie was also on drugs but it's still great<p/><b>funny face:</b> audrey and fred in france<p/><b>🌟i love all these movies so much so don't get your panties in a wad it's a joke:</b> <p/></p>
“i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au
“Honey, I’m home!” Stiles calls out as he wrestles his roll bag over their entry mat.
“That’s still not funny,” Scott says, without looking up from his textbook.
“Once again, we disagree.”
Scott snorts. “How was the trip?”
“Fine,” he says, plopping down right in the middle of the living room to start unpacking. “Typical conference. Some sessions were actually interesting, most were boring as shit.”
Scott hums, already absorbed again in his reading. Stiles reaches for the zipper on his suitcase but then freezes—this is definitely the same brand as his suitcase, but he doesn’t remember this extra zippered pocket on the top.
Stiles grimaces. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t my suitcase. Goddamn it.”
Scott finally looks up, frowning. “Shit, really? How’d you manage that?”
“It was a redeye,” Stiles says, running a hand through his hair. “I was exhausted, in fucking LaGuardia, and I was just trying to get out of there as fast as humanly possible.”
“Is there a name on it? Are you sure it’s not yours?”
“Pretty sure,” Stiles says, feeling around the sides for the pocket. He sighs when he pulls out the little card and sees that it’s blank. “Motherfucker. This is definitely not my suitcase because I’m actually smart enough to put my name on it.”
“Sorry, man,” Scott says sympathetically as Stiles falls back on the rug with an anguished groan.
“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”
“Open it,” Scott suggests. “Maybe there’s something with their name on it.”
Stiles fiddles with the zipper. He’s nosy as hell, in general, and normally he’d be jumping at the chance to rifle through someone else’s personal belongings. But…
“What if there’s like, dead bodies in there or something?” he asks, and Scott just stares at him for a second. Stiles rolls his eyes—that’s a perfectly valid concern. Or maybe he watches too many police procedurals, whatever. “Okay, fine.”
Stiles holds his breath as he slowly unzips the suitcase, but nothing happens when he lets the top part flop back onto their crappy, threadbare rug. There’s a Dodgers hat on top, and Stiles grimaces. “Well, they have shitty taste in baseball teams.”
He sets the hat carefully aside and keeps digging. The person is neat, whoever they are, because everything is folded, and all the dirty clothes are even all contained in their own zippered bag. At first glance, there’s nothing too out of the ordinary—phone charger, American Gods, Calvin Klein briefs. Fancy, he thinks. There’s a monogrammed leather toiletry bag (DSH, he commits those initials to memory), and he pokes through it.
“I’m gonna make an educated guess that it’s a guy.”
“Why’s that?” Scott says, finally looking somewhat interested in this mystery.
Stiles holds up an electric razor. “And that he’s maybe not totally straight,” he says, brandishing a little bottle of lube that’s about three-quarters full.
Scott rolls his eyes. “Lots of people use lube.”
“Yeah, but do you travel with it?” Stiles counters, and Scott sighs.
“No,” he admits. “Did you find anything with his actual name on it?”
“Not yet,” Stiles says absently. He continues to rifle through the bag until he’s pretty sure he has his plan of attack. “Okay. I’m gonna find out who it is,” he says with a determined nod, and Scott frowns.
“How? This is New York City! There are literally millions of dudes here.”
“It’ll be like a real-life scavenger hunt,” Stiles says dreamily, ignoring Scott as he carefully lays his three chosen items out on the coffee table. “This is awesome.”
Movie night. Kallo sneaks Scott on board the Tempest with 80 water guns and about a thousand water balloons while everyone else is distracted by the vid.
Scott proceeds to ambush Sara and the ship goes insane.
Sara grabbed two pistol-waterguns. She spends most of the fight flipping and jumping around the Cargo Bay, with Liam screaming after her, “Not everyone is a fucking ninja!” Scott, to no one’s surprise, primarily aims for her.
Drack found himself a shotgun. Two, actually, but he’s keeping one in reserve. He doesn’t take cover, no he’s charging everyone with a big-ass grin on his face and so many water balloons his opponent needs a moment to recover.
Peebee could be consistently found on top of the raised Nomad, with two rifles and no fear of the world. She slipped and fell once; the crew never lets her live it down.
Jaal is initially confused by this. At first he didn’t realize it was a game at all, until Suvi pulled him aside to explain. He takes up a sniper position, to which Sara aims at mercilessly. “I know your tricks, Darav! You can’t hide from me!” His laughter quickly becomes infectious.
Cora ends up getting many of the last laughs by using her biotics. She had fun warping people into the air, dropping them when she starts laughing too hard. Everyone is a little reluctant to aim for her.
Vetra tried to stay away from the water at first, but Drack shoved a gun into her hands and quite literally carried her out into the middle of the cargo hold. She very quickly realized the greatest reward was in the use of water balloons.
Kallo took up shop by a bucket of balloons, around a corner where the crew honestly could not find him. They discover that day that Kallo Jath has amazing aim and an even better throwing arm.
Lexi remains off limits. She throws a few water balloons anyway; they know when they catch her giggling.
Liam was also more inclined to the Water Balloons, and he and Drack really got into it, with so many balloons flying across the hold the rest had to take a moment to hide from them.
Gil managed to find himself a pretty sweet mini-gun and had himself a good time ambushing the crew. He’s surprisingly stealthy, when he’s not throwing out sarcastic comments about people’s aim.
Suvi filmed the entire event. She was also considered off limits, but the crew noticed a significant amount of balloons hitting people in the back from her general direction. Video proof is later acquired; her laughter was constantly present.
By the end, water is running dry. Sara takes cover, coincidentally right next to Drack, to reload her guns. The two glance at each other, nod, and Suvi swears it was better than an Action Vid. They walk out to the center of the hold, a gun in each hand as if followed by epic music, the two against the world in their final stand.
Sara proceeds to hide behind Drack when everyone’s attention turns to them. And upon noticing, Drack drops to the ground so hard the floor shakes, and the crew drench Sara in an onslaught of water and balloons. She falls dramatically, screaming out with a raised fist “I will not be defeated!”
The ship is soaked. The crew is soaked. But they all sit in the cargo hold and laugh, excitedly chatting away about their epic showdown and debating the winner (to which Sara claimed was hers; “Guys, I had a dramatic death and everything!”), gaining memories that they talk about for the rest of their lives.
“Dear Friend,” -Shop Around the Corner (1940) vs She Loves Me (2016 Broadway Revival)
I wanted to see the difference between how Jimmy Stewart and Zachary Levi adapted this character to their own personal acting styles. With the slight adjustments to the Broadway show, I wasn’t expecting it to match up so closely.
If I’d only known in the beginning how you really felt about me, things would’ve been different. We wouldn’t have been fighting all the time. If we did quarrel, it wouldn’t have been over suitcases or handbags, but over something like whether your aunt or grandmother should live with us or not.
Request: Could you do something fluffy w Lin, idk why but could you?- anon
Summary: “you’re talking to yourself in a silent library about how much you hate studying and how you’re going to fail, need help? i just so happen to major in that subject and oh shit, you’re really cute”
Warnings: first fic? otherwise just lots of fluff and a little awkward Lin.
A/N: have fun, and I’d really appreciate feedback!
(A/n): I love youtuber requests. And I love platonic requests. I just like writing.
Request: I know you get a lot of youtube asks and you don’t have to do this but could you write about the reader is friends with mark, ethan, and tyler and like they’re walking around LA for whatever reason and some dude walks by and touches her butt and like Tyler becomes protective and ethan is calm but like stern and mark is mad but he’s calm and then like the three kinda scare the guy off and she thanks them then they go out for ice cream happy times. Sorry, and i also love your writing! Bye bye!
Warnings: Swearing and fluff tho
“Guys, I swear, if we don’t go somewhere soon; I’m going to flip my shit.” (Y/n) moaned.
The three other men chuckled from around her.
“Aren’t you enjoying L.A, though?” Tyler taunted, flicking the side of the girls head lightly. She groaned even more.
“I am!” (Y/n) was quick to protest “It’s just so fucking hot!”
“It’s supposed to be,” Ethan chimed in, slipping his eyes across the multitude of shop signs “Don’t be such a baby, (Y/n).”
The (h/c) haired girl only huffed in return to Ethan’s comment. She continued trailing behind the three boy’s without another word; letting her gaze collapse to the ground.
“Are you going to pout now?” Mark laughed. He spun to strut backwards instead, opting to get a better view of the girl’s expression.
“Yes…” (Y/n) mumbled.
“Well buck up soldier.” Mark beamed “We’ll go get ice cream, yeah?”
Peering through her veil of hair, (Y/n)’s eyes flickered up to stare at Mark “Can we?” she pondered in mock innocence.
“Ice cream is my sexuality.” Tyler stated, nothing but seriousness laced his words.
“Ice cream it is then!”
The four friends laughed heartily.
The day went on and the group entered and passed many street side shops. This Friday was slightly busier than any other comparatively, but it was such a beautiful day out; no one could be blamed.
“If I’m not wrong,” (Y/n) spoke “and my woman’s intuition hasn’t yet failed me, the ice cream shop is literally around that corner.”
She rose a hand to point at the corner towards the end on the walkway.
“Well if my woman’s intuition is correct, I’d say that’s bullshit.” Mark scoffed.
“It’s past that corner.” he gestured to the turn on the opposite walkway across the road.
(Y/n) hashed a hard stare at Mark. He returned it full force. Bickering ensued.
“Ah gee…” Ethan chuckled and shook his head. Tyler simply laughed, the two of them standing on the side letting the other two do their thing.
As the pair shot back and forther, people passed them in a docile haze. Though, sooner or later, one man in particular caught Tyler’s weary eye.
“He looks like a hazard..” the brunette whispered to Ethan. The blue haired boy looked up from Mark and (Y/n) and tilted his head, confused.
As Ethan’s bright eye’s raked the crowd, a man singled himself out to approach (Y/n). Both Ethan and Tyler locked eyes with him for a brief moment each before the man stepped up and slapped the youtuber’s ass.
“Nhg-!” (Y/n) jumping suddenly, her head shooting back.
The unknown man snicked grossly and commented “Sweet ass.”
The short lived triumph of the harasser shattered when Tyler spoke. The brunette stepped up to the man and looked down at him.
“Who the hell are you?” The man spat cockily, smirk manipulating his lips. He looked Tyler in the eye’s, his own stare conveying intense pride.
“In about three second, your executioner.” Tyler hissed. His voice was similar to dry ice in a multitude of ways.
Ethan grabbed (Y/n)’s shoulder and sweetly stepped in front of her. He stood unwavering by Tyler’s side; face looking beyond pissed.
Mark too held an expression of appalled disgust. Reaching one tanned hand up, the red haired man gripped Tyler’s bicep as though to tell him not to attack anyone. Mark spoke with oily sweetness:
“I heartfully suggest you don’t touch her again until you decide whether you want your arm seared or arteries punctured with knitting needles. Hm?” the deepness of his voice rang out.
The man looked as though his ego had been popped similar to a balloon in front his face. Sudden fright painting his expression with a lovely white.
“So fuck off, verman!” Ethan quickly barked.
“D-Dicks!” the man coughed, and hastily darted across the street. At least he looked both ways before moving.
“Disappointing..” Tyler huffed “what a prick.”
“I agree. Really, really fucking pissed me off.” Ethan sighed. He and Mark slowly turned to (Y/n).
“You okay?” Mark asked. He was bluntly worried.
“Of course! Yes, thank you so much!” She laughed.
(Y/n) forced the two men into a hug, smiling brightly “That made my day, I swear.” she said.
Mark and Ethan both giggled and squeezed her back before she let go to hug Tyler.
“And thank you too.” (Y/n) mumbled into the tall man’s chest.
Tyler calmly smiled down at the girl and patted her head jokingly “Don’t mention it, pipsqueak”
The small youtuber let Tyler go and peered at the three boys at once.
“So,” she grinned “Ice cream?”
(A/n): I almost don’t really like it but it’s cute though???
Eric Bittle is devastated when the massive corporate bakery, Zimmermann’s, opens around the corner from his small pie and coffee shop. He vents his frustrations to the anonymous IG user he’s been talking to, and falling for, all the while waging war against Jack Zimmermann’s corporate take-over. Little does he know the face behind the anonymous IG account, and little does he know what will happen in the future.
Aaah loving your prompts! How about a collection of people walking in on Victuuri? Let's be honest, there is no way that this hasn't happen to everyone in the Russian team before....
(Sfw version, anon, the smut wasn’t happening, sorry~ Perhaps later)
“Nowhere is safe anymore,” Yurio hissed to Mila one morning, nearly ripping the laces off his skates as he threaded them with as much outward aggression as possible.
“You’re telling me, even I’m getting tired of it,” she said, tugging her red hair back into a short ponytail. “They were all over each other in the parking lot last night. I feel like I need to print stickers of those… what are they called, those black and white warning things on music albums?”
“Yeah, those!” she clapped her hands and pointed in confirmation. “Parental advisory stickers. Keep a bunch on me and slap one on them whenever they get going.”
Instead of laughing, Yurio stuck out his tongue at her. “Great, thanks, now half of music library is going to remind me of those idiots making out.”
“You’re too young for CDs,” Georgi commented as he joined them at the side of the rink. “Don’t pretend you pay attention to album art.”
“Sometimes!” Yurio snapped.
“Beka’s?” Mila teased, laughing when the little blonde scowled and shoved his hands into his pockets, hunching over in his hoodie.
“Awww, what’s bristling your fur, kitten?” Mila prodded, poking at Yurio’s side even as he flailed his hands as her, hissing and not doing much to correct the petname. “Which territory of yours did they claim?”
“Coffee shop around the corner,” Yurio muttered, looking like he’d be kicking at the ice the second he was on it. “Can’t even get a fucking muffin anymore without seeing those losers making out in the corner.”
“They’re in love, it’s beautiful,” Georgi defended, receiving groans and dismissals from both of his younger rinkmates.
“Just wait till you walk in on them banging in the shower,” Yurio muttered.
“They probably have,” Mila reassured.
“They so would,” Yurio replied, bitterness doubling over as a too-happy greeting was shouted over to them.
Victor and Yuuri had entered the rink, hands in each other’s back pockets, wearing each other’s team jackets.
Georgi and Mila waved back, while Yurio attempted to scowl even harder than before. Mila patted his back in sympathy, telling him it wouldn’t be that bad, and she was right for about twenty seconds, until Victor pecked Yuuri’s cheek affectionately and the PDA quickly descended into a lot more tiny kisses being swapped between them, despite the dark blush on Yuuri’s face.
Georgi just sighed, the hearts practically visible as they floated off his head in the dreamy wonder of how wonderful love could be.
Behind him, Yurio did a very good impersonation of a cat hacking up a hairball.