#ridea's 1k followers celebration

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Okay, first of all, @bluejay-in-flight, I am so sorry this took so long. I don't know why I struggled so hard on this but I like how it turned out...even if it's a bit short. I would guess this takes place between Leverage and Leverage: Redemption (which I haven't seen yet)

I hope you enjoy it! Thanks again for participating!

She’s not what’s considered normal. 

Parker knows this. It’s never bothered her. She lives the way she wants and thrives off the challenges that she can find. She hasn’t related to others in years…until now. Until them. 

It’s not just Hardison who’s so incredibly patient. It’s all of them. They make her feel okay, that she’s normal, that there’s nothing wrong with her and she’s perfect the way she is. Okay, that might just be Hardison’s opinion, but it’s true. They make her want more. They make her want to be more. 

“You in there?” Hardison taps the table in front of her, smiling as he waits. He’s not touching her. He waits until she lets him know and Hardison always seems to be able to read her before he moves closer. “What’s on your mind?” 

“Pretzels,” she says after a moment, smiling softly. She remembers that first conversation, the way she couldn’t even bring herself to say the word but how he knew exactly what she was talking about. 

“Pretzels?” he asks. He shifts closer, pressing his leg against hers. 

Parker turns to look at him. “You know what I’m thinking? Burj Khalifa.”

“Burj Khal–oh no! Come on, this weekend's comic con, right? It’s my weekend.” 

She grins. Parker likes poking at him. She likes poking at all of them. Especially Eliot. It’s fun watching their reactions. Even when they act upset, she knows how they feel about her and how they feel about each other. It’s how they show they care. 

“I know,” she gives, focusing back on the conversation. “I’ve already mapped it out, including the paths the actors take.”

“Why you gotta do that?”

“Hmm?” she raises her eyebrows, blinking at him. “Do what?” 

He sighs but smiles as he leans in. “Drive me crazy.” He pauses, just before kissing her, giving her another chance to retreat. She’s not always willing and it’s taken her a long time to even admit what they are, but it’s the little things like this that make her love him even more. Not that she’ll tell him. Not yet. 

everything taglist: @raith-way @chrissymunson @veetlegeuse  @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse 

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Thank you so much for your patience @nemesis729! I'm so sorry this took so long. I hope you like it!

Rating T for swearing.

There’s a knock on the door. 

When it doesn’t stop, she puts down the book she’s reading and goes to get it. Of course, no one else is home. They never are. 

It isn’t a surprise to see Steve Harrington there, holding her cat in his arms. “What was it this time?” she asks with a resignation that she can’t hide. 

“Got into my mom's perfume.”

“Oh shit,” she winces. “I’m so sorry. I’ll pay damages.” It was the least she could do considering the menace kept escaping and breaking into Harrington’s house. 

“It’s fine,” he waves it off. “Not like she was using it. She takes her favourites with her when she follows my dad.” 

“Ok,” she says, unsure about how to respond to that information. “Still, I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t worry,” he says, giving her a smile. “It’s fine. He’s…part of the family now,” he gives a small laugh before he runs his hand through his hair, pushing it back. “I just mean, I’m used to him. He’s welcome over whenever he wants.” 

“Even when he breaks stuff?” 

“Yeah,” Steve grins. “Keeps things interesting. Besides, it’s nice to have company. Place is kind of big...” he trails off and she sees him wince. He must not have wanted to reveal that. She thinks back on Steve and who he hangs out with. He doesn’t have parties anymore. She never sees him with the crowd he used to hang out with. 

“You want to come in?” she offers without thinking. “I was just reading but if you’re not doing anything…”  

“Uh, sure.”  

She steps back to let him in. Steve walks in, looking around in curiosity. They’re not friends, haven’t really talked outside of the interactions of dragging her cat back home, and this is the first time she’s ever actually invited him in. “You want a drink?” 

“Yeah. What do you have?” 

“Uh…” she’s not exactly sure. She drops the cat gently on his favourite perch once she closes the door and heads for the kitchen. “Water? Coke?” She opens the fridge and peers into it. “I think I see some apple juice in the back but I don’t know how old it is.” 

“Coke, thanks.” 

“Sure.” You grab a bottle out of the fridge and hand it over. Once he takes it, you head back to the living room. The menace is sprawled on the back of the couch, looking far more innocent than she knows he is. 

Steve sits in the armchair by the couch and awkwardly sips at the coke. “Nice place.”

“Thanks,” she sits down on the couch. 

“Where’s your…” he cuts himself off but she knows what he’s going to ask. 

“They’re not really around much,” she shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t really ask.” 

“Oh, yeah. Me either.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You uh…ever get lonely?”

She snorts, and Steve’s eyes widen as he realizes what he said. 

“Not like that! I just meant…”

“Normally?” she asks, giving him a bit of a break. It was the least she could do, especially since the menace kept breaking into his house.  “Sometimes. I mean…there’s school but it’s not really the same. I guess I’m just used to it.”

“Me too,” he admits. Silence sits heavily between them. It was strange to realize how much she seemed to have in common with him. At least when it came to their home lives. They just reacted differently.

“You know, I never asked…what’s your cat's name?”

“Oh, cookie.”

He chokes slightly on his drink and she can’t help but grin. “Cookie?” he asks when he finally has his breath back.

“Yup. I named him when I was like 5? Apparently, I thought he was cute enough to eat.” 

“I think he’d rather eat you.” Steve pauses, realizing what he just said. He groans and drops his head into the palm of one hand.  She laughs hysterically because Steve Harringont had always seemed so put together and here he was, making unintentional innuendos and apparently embarrassing himself in her living room. 

“Can we forget I said that?” he asks. 

“Absolutely not. I’m going to start keeping score.” 

He rolls his eyes. “Great. Remind me not to introduce you to Robin.” 

She just laughs. 

taglist: @raith-way @arrthurpendragon @zeleniafic @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @nejires-hado @residentdormouse @endless-oc-creations @stanshollaand @wordspin-shares @chrissymunson

st tag: @happinessinthedarkesttimes

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I also forgot to announce that the winner of the "walk-on role" in one of my fics (from the 1k follower celebration) was @burnincrown! The winner was chosen by one of those random wheel of names spin things that I use for the draws at work.

Thank you to everyone who participated! I really appreciate it and I'm so glad to have you following me and interacting with me. I hope we can all get to know each other further in the future!

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Is the requests still open for your celebration? :/ I'm briefly back from the dead rn hahaha. If there is any spots left (no worries if there isn't) can I request something for Steve and Kate please?

They are! I shall add it to the list! I'm slowly working my way though and am almost done the first one lol. Thanks for asking!

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🎵 - Leda

hmmm, i don't have a playlist for her but if I had to choose a song? Maybe In Over My Head by grandson

Oh, I feel this vertigo Sick of being an optimist I'm trying, I'm trying

But I'm in over my head I'm in over my head

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So....I am way behind on things (to no ones surprise lol) but I did finish this one so far. I hope you enjoy it. I went with choice #3 from the Scary Story Prompts. Thanks for participating! FYI not edited by anyone but me. No physical characteristics given.

Rating: M Fandom: The Lost Boys Pairing: None... Warnings: Stalking. Talk about dead animals being left on a doorstep. Murder. Arson. Useless cops. Dark fic.

Heed the warnings.

Prompt: #3 “There's nothing the cops will do about your stalker, nothing they can do against your monsterish pursuer.”

“Listen, kid,” the officer says. “People go missing here every week.” 

Your jaw clenches, unimpressed by the answer. There’s no interest there, no help. It sounds like an excuse. One they use for everything. “You don’t understand,” you say, tone hardening. “They bang on the doors at night. They drive by, howling at me and calling me outside. Dead animals are left on my doorstep!” 

The cop sighs but there’s still no sign of actual life in his eyes. He looks resigned, burnt out in this tourist trap of death. “Did you save the animals?”

“SAVE THEM? They’re buried! You can find them in my backyard!” 

“So you tampered with evidence,” he sighs. “Next time call us.” 

You try not to snap. Honestly, you do but the complete disregard for your case is pissing you off. You get that there are people missing but they don’t seem to get the concept that maybe this is going to lead you to be one of them! “Next time? Next time it might be my body you find instead of a dead cat! Fucking useless! ‘Serve and protect’, my ass!” you snarl before turning and storming off. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but help would have been nice. Hell, even some advice would have been useful instead of being told to call them when the next animal shows up dead. Like you haven’t been calling them every night the terrors show up and harass you. Last time the cops actually arrived, the voices were gone and you were the one told off for wasting their time. 

“No wonder everyone is dead or missing in this town,” you mutter as you leave. 

Arms crossed over your chest, you walk away from the police station. You barely slept anymore. The noises outside could last all night but the fact that there was never a sign of them when you opened the door to confront them was beginning to make you feel like you were insane. If it wasn’t for the dead animals, you’d believe it. Still, you didn’t know what to do.

“Can’t you like…set up a video camera at your window or something? See if you can record it?”

“There’s only like a couple hours on a tape,” you say. “And there’s probably not a lot of light. All it would make out is the fact that someone’s passing by. Not like…actual details which is what I need.” You rest your head on your arms that are resting on the counter. You’re just so tired. If you could get a couple hours of sleep, uninterrupted sleep, maybe you’d be able to actually think properly. 

“Why don’t you come to my place?” Your friend offers. “Or we could go out of town!”

“We tried that,” you remind her. “Remember? They just…they followed.” You don’t even know how they knew where you were. The two of you had made plans at her place and left the same day. It was like the Terminator was after you. 

You don’t even know how many there are or if it’s one person with some high-powered flashlights running around. If it was one person, that would make sense why they kept somehow disappearing when you opened the door. They managed to hide every time. 

“I know, I just…I wish I could help.” 

“Yeah.” You close your eyes, not really willing to continue this conversation. It was just sad. You were beginning to think that it was inevitable that your face was going to end up on that missing board. You let your head fall against the counter. 

“What if you laid traps?” 

“Like what? Nails on the doormat?” 

“Or like tar on your walkway. Can you buy tar?”

“I think so. I’d have to subject myself to going to the hardware store.”

“Well, what’s worse? The hardware store where you have to deal with men thinking you’re incapable of doing anything or your stalker?” 

You’re actually tempted to think about it but you already know the answer. If only to save the pets of the neighbourhood. “The stalker.” 

You listen to the advice from the owner of the hardware store and the old men who frequent it while you ward off the attempts to wrangle an invite to help you apply the tar to fix your driveway. Multiple people offered to either help or give you the number of someone they knew who did that kind of work. You refused them all. If you were actually fixing the driveway, you might have taken the information for one of the service places but seeing as you were going to try to lay it out to catch your stalker, you didn’t want to have to try to explain it. The last thing you ended up with was someone offering to help. With your luck, there would be a dead body on your doorstep next time, not an animal. Though, that might actually get the police’s attention…though they’d probably arrest you for the murder. God forbid they do some actual investigating. 

It takes hours. You’ve never been so thankful and so resentful that you live alone until now. The work would have been easier with help but at the same time, the only one you have to worry about walking on it is you. 

You manage to pass out on the couch with the tv on before the sun sets. It’s not long but the exhaustion overrides the anxious fear that tends to creep up as darkness falls. They only ever show up at night. It’s enough to make you question getting a night shift but the idea of walking home in the dark, knowing they’re out there, is enough to keep you from finding one. 

Something crashes against your door. You jolt up, suddenly wide awake. Heart pounding, you get up and move toward the door. You don’t know what you’re going to do but you need…You grab a knife. Just in case. 

There are noises coming from the door. It doesn’t sound like the usual laughter and thumps that are meant to scare you. 

“--the fuck is this?”

Someone is laughing hysterically. It doesn’t sound like the malicious laughter that has haunted you since this started. It sounds like they’re enjoying themselves. 

“Shut up!” the voice snarls. “I’m fucking stuck!” 

It was more than one person. Your heart climbs into your throat and despite knowing that you should call the cops, you just…you want to see who it is. You want to know if you know them. 

You don’t open the door though. You can’t bring yourself to do it. You feel like you can barely move, especially when you hear more voices. 

“Shouldn’t have landed,” a deeper voice says. 

“Fuck you!” the first voice shouts back. 

“She–” they continue to laugh, wheezing slightly. “She can hear us–”

“You going to open the door?” A different voice calls out. That’s four so far. “Since you caught a mouse.”

You don’t move, even as part of you wants to. Desperately. Fear overrides everything else though and you find yourself frozen in response. 

“Open the door,” the trapped voice tells you. 

“Yeah, come on. Come outside!” The voices echo slightly as if there are more of them and they seem louder than possible. As if they’re inside next to you. 

There’s a burst of laughter that rings through you and you jump slightly, realizing that you’ve somehow moved forward, your hand on the doorknob. You don’t remember moving. How often has that happened in the night? That you found yourself somewhere you didn’t choose to go.

“Come out pretty girl,” one of the voices calls again. 

“We want to play!” says another. Laughter echos again and you can’t help but shudder at the sound. 

“Leave me alone!” You mean to sound stern, threatening even. It comes out pleading. 

“And miss all the fun? Invite us in and we’ll talk.”

“I’m calling the cops!” 

That just makes them laugh again. “Do it,” one of them says. “We haven’t eaten yet.”

“Yeah, we can have you for dessert.” 

“Think she’s sweet enough?” You hear one of them ask. 

“We’ll find out.” 

“Come on out, sweet thing. Let us taste you.” 

You jolt back, your hand somehow suddenly on the doorknob. When did you unlock the door? You wouldn’t. You move back but the door opens even as you try to retreat. For once there’s someone standing there. Multiple people, staring at you. 

“You coming to join us?” one of them asks. The most striking thing about him is the bleach white hair and the intensity of his stare. 

“No,” you shake your head, trying not to give in to the urge to run. Something tells you they’ll follow. They always follow. 

“You will,” the dark haired one behind him says. You don’t even question how they’re not stuck. Only one of them looks like he’s struggling, the other blonde in the back. The rest just seem highly amused. But they’re standing there. Aren’t they?

You reach forward and slam the door before they can stop you. You shove your body against the door, terrified you won’t be able to lock it before they shove their way in. 

They don’t need to. It’s silent outside and that scares you more than their laughter. You don’t know what they’re planning if you can’t hear them but you’re not stupid enough to think that you’re safe. You call the cops regardless. At least so it’s on record. They make a promise to come check it out, but you know it won’t happen. They never come by unless it’s daylight. 

The window breaks with a crash, smothering the sound of the bottle that shatters as it hits your floor. Fire erupts in the room. You move before you can think, running out the door and away from the heat. 

You slam into a body. Hands grab your arms, keeping you from falling back. 

“There you are.” 

You look up in horror at the face staring down at you. All you register are fangs and ridges that don’t look human. 

“I win!” the thing calls out. A riot of curls form a mullet but it’s not…it looks like a monster. Some kind of special effects.

“Well, you know what that means,” a voice calls out. You glance around, looking at the men who suddenly surround you. They were men before, weren’t they? When they were at your door, they were human. But now..

The blond from before, the one who wasn’t stuck grins at the thing holding you. “You get first bite.”

“Aww man!” someone calls out but it doesn’t matter. All you see are teeth before something is biting you. You struggle, but he is like a vice holding you. As your sight goes dark, you hear that laughter again. 

taglist: @burnincrown @raith-way  @chrissymunson @veetlegeuse  @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse

lost boys tag: @phantomenby @avengers-fixation @artaxerxesthegreat @henhouse-horrors @charlizekkelly @makepastanotwar13

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Ridea's 1k Followers Celebration!!!

That's right, you heard it! We've reached a milestone. Tbh I never expected to reach this so thank you all so much for indulging me and sticking around for my work and my company lol.

So, let's celebrate!!

📒 - for requests for one-shots for the pairing of your choice. I prefer that you stick to fandoms I write in, but I also know a lot more than what's on my masterlist (and some of my ideas aren't listed on there) so feel free to ask if I'm open to something. You can also claim one of the horror prompts I have planned. There are only 10 spots. 📖 - send me a link to your fic you want me to read. I’ll check it out and leave a review. There are 10 spots for reviews! ✏️ - for a reveal of the last sentence I have written for a WIP (you can choose which one or it can be a surprise - I have so many I can choose from lol) 🎵 - for a glimpse/explanation into one of my fic/character playlists or songs and I’ll explain the reasoning why I chose it

And finally! A chance to win a "walk on" role in one of my fics! How do you win? We're going to have a draw! Send in an ask (not anon) or dm that can include your favourite scene I've written, favourite oc, recommend other great writers and/or fics, or recommend music! The draw will take place on December 14th!

I hope you all join me in celebrating and thank you all so much for being a part of this! <3

tagging anyone who might be interested (I apologize if you're not):

@raith-way @arrthurpendragon @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @booty-boggins @residentdormouse @delicateblackrose @stanshollaand @wordspin-shares @chrissymunson @phantomenby @avengers-fixation @artaxerxesthegreat @henhouse-horrors @charlizekkelly @makepastanotwar13 @sxrvivc @imgonnaragnorockurshit @wheresthesunshinesblog @happinessinthedarkesttimes

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I'm not ready for this lol

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🎵🎶🎵 Send me some Kate songs! 🎵🎶🎵

(Congrats again! You deserve all the love, your stories are absolutely fantastic, and you are fabulous people!)

<3<3<3<3 thank you!!! Let me pull up Kate's playlist...

Okay, I'm going with my girl Kate Thompson (from TTtotUD) ;)

Delilah by Florence and the Machine Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine (But maybe not tonight) It's a different kind of danger And the bells are ringing out And I'm calling for my mother As I pull the pillars down

This one was chosen a) for the tune and b) for that one line "I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine but maybe not tonight)" because if that doesn't sum up Kate's feelings at the end of it all, nothing does lol.

The Passenger by Iggy Pop I am a passenger And I ride, and I ride I ride through the city's backsides I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky You know it looks so good tonight

On one hand Kate is just a passenger in Tammy's body...she doesn't feel like she's really driving/in control even in the front seat.

Grown Woman by Beyonce I'm a grown woman I can do whatever I want

Kate's perspective. ;)

Babysitting Blues - from Adventures in Babysitting There are nights.... You swear you were born to looose...yeah! Like tonight. And you wish your feet were walkin'.. in someone else's shoes.

This is partly just because it's sung by Elisabeth Shue in Adventures in Babysitting and she's my fc for Tammy/Kate. But you can't deny that it fits lol.

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*stares at you till you do the thing*

*you know the thing*

love you 😍😊

hahahah <3 thank you

The last line I wrote for This Means War was:

Kate is pleasantly surprised when her next date that’s planned is with both of them. At the same time. Again.

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You serve your very own human puppy for reaching 1K followers, congratulations!!

ahhhhh he's so cute! lol Thank you!!!! <3

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Congratulations! That is awesome! I'm glad you're here.

📖 I would love it if you would review my fic (er, it's longfic, so just a chapter or two of course). I'm in a fairly small fandom, so I don't know if you're familiar with the original fandom, but people who are fandom blind seem to do ok. It's OC fic, and the narrator is the OC.

Linking in a message is difficult, but if you go to archiveofourown[dot]org, the rest of the link is: /works/32812042/chapters/81415840

Thank you in advance!

Hey! Thank you so much!! I'm glad we're both here too!

Absolutely! It'll be the first one on the list. I'm not familiar with the original, but I am with 12th Night, so no worries! I look forward to reading it! I'm always up for checking out new things so who knows, maybe it'll be the introduction to a whole new fandom for me lol.

Thanks for participating!!

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📒 Can I request a one shot featuring Steve and the main character being neighbors. MC has a cat who steals things. Pretty please? Thank you.

Hey! Absolutely, you can! Thanks for requesting it! I'll add you to the list.

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Hey! Thanks for asking! Let me go with my girl Kate from my Stranger Things fic. This is from the playlist for her and Steve.

Why Can't This Be Love - Van Halen I tell myself Hey, only fools rush in And only time will tell If we stand the test of time All I know You've got to run to win And I'll be damned if I'll get Hung up on the line

Because Steve is the one who falls first and wants to know why it can't be more

Naked - Ella Mai My resting bitch face is mistaken for the mean girl But what if I told you There's nothing I want more in this world Than somebody who loves me naked Someone who never asks for love But knows how to take it Are you that somebody Who sees a wall and breaks it?

Kate wants someone who sees her, not Tammy.

Love Me Better - Love Thy Brother, Ariel Beesley Don't leave me without saying something Don't make this out to be nothing I miss you when you're not here And I don't know if I have the right To wish that you would come Just take me where home is tonight

When they finally get together, it's soft and welcoming and they just want to make sure that they won't ruin their friendship with it.

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This is my Divergent Headcanon that I have been entertaining since 2014: that Jeanine would recruit Divergents to help hunt down their own, as she thinks they have a better job at spotting it outside simulations. Most of the time, she make the Divergent think they were able to slip past her nose.

Ooooo now that's interesting and I can definitely see her being that manipulative. She'd probably make sure they feel safe and at the same time have things in place for if they ever get out of line or she decides she needs to get rid of them.

Thanks for sharing!

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📒 hope that's the right emoji 😆

Can I request a one-shot of OC having a terrible day that culminates in a minor injury(burned finger, caught their little toe on furniture, bonked their head) and just starts to cry.

Cue Walker, Cobb, or Din trying to comfort them but also totally lost cuz OC almost never cries. This was just their last straw. Extra points if he's kinda helpless and awkward at first. Lol

And congrats on reaching 1k followers! 🥳👏🎊🎉🎈

Aboslutely. This sounds like a lot of fun lol.

Thank you!!! <3<3

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