[A cat wanders into the base and somehow gets into the vents, the 1-4-1 have been trying to catch it but it keep getting away, finally they resort to sending someone into the vents. Soap is that someone.]
Ghost:
Soap, go into the vent and get him.
Soap:
What!? Have ye gone waxy in yer beester? I canna fit in the wee vent, ye croquet-playinā mint-muncher!
Ghost, fed up::
Grease yourself up and go in, you ā¦guff-speaking work-slacker.
Soap: [impressed]
Ooh. Good comeback. sir!
[Cut to Soap bursting into R/nās empty diner.]
Soap:
Miss. L/n have ye got any grease?
[R/n looks up from the counter.]
R/n:
Yes, yes we do.
[Soap suddenly rips his shirt apart of showing off his chiseled abs.]
Soap:
THEN GREASE ME UP WOMAN!
[R/n feels heat creeping up her neck as she looks at Soapās body with a poker face]
R/n: Okie-dokie!
{Letās just say Ghost was the one who got jealous this time, as he got to hear all about how his dear R/n had rubbed grease all over Soapās abs.]
Soap, boasting to Gaz: I tell ya Gaz, Her hands felt like heaven, I avenāt had a back rub that good in ages!
[cut to Ghost brooding in a corner while stroking the vent cat like a super villain.]
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(Ghost and Soap are having lunch at the Diner R/n works at, when this girl who was very obviously a teenager walks in looking at the menu.)
Teen: *hopeful* Do you sell alcohol?
R/n: No, we only sell coffee, tea, juice or soda.
Teen: But it says shots on the menu.
R/n, flatly: Espresso shots.
Teen: What kind of liquor is that?
R/n: *resisting the urge to bash her head on the counter.*Ā
[R/n and the teen go back and forth for a while, the girl gets pissy and calls R/n a few unsavory names before leaving in a huff when she realized she wonāt be getting any booze at a roadsideĀ diner!]
Soap, gawking in awe at what he just witnessed: Wow!
R/n: Ya think thatās shocking? you should see the meltdown someone has when I tell them I canāt make them a Latte with no milk!, and yes that includes the soy and Almond options!Ā
Ghost: Fuckinā hell, woman, youāve got the patience of a saint!
R/n: I kinda have to, I work retail.
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[Werewolf au: after seeing Ghost transform into a werewolf for the first time]
Price, drops his cigar in shock: JESUS CHRIST!
Soap, hides behind Price: *screams*
R/n, calm: People, please! Weāre all frightened and horny.
Soap & Price:ā¦
Soap:Ā Did she just sayā¦What the hell kind of crazy shit are ye into woman?!
R/n, points at were-Ghost: Iām into that kind of crazy shit, anyway...
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R/n: How many kids do you have?
Bruce Wayne: Yes.
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Stolas, drinking with R/n: Then I pointed at Stella and said 'there goes Ms. Fuckwad'!
R/n: Did you really?
Stolas: Oh, my Satan no! I'm not suicidal!
Stolas: But I did think it very loudly!
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[Stolas visits IMP to find R/n passed out on the couch and the others were looking at them concerned.]
Stolas: What's wrong?
Moxxie: Blitzo was messing around with R/n's spell book to see if he could open portals to Earth like your Grimoire can, but apparently human magic is very different from hell magic, He cast a spell that put R/n to sleep, according to their book only a true love's kiss can wake them.
Stolas: Oh, is that all?
{Stolas cheerfully hums as he walks over to the couch he leans down and gives them quick kiss. R/n wakes up and immediately punches Biltzo in the face.]
Millie: What...But how?
Stolas: True love doesn't always mean romantic love, the love of a true friend can work just as well.
Moxxie: But how did you know that?
Stolas: Because R/n let me study their book and showed me all the loopholes they incorporated into their spells; just in case something went wrong. Such as a foolish little imp getting his hands on it.
Blitzo: Hey!
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[R/n is out drinking with Gaz, Soap and Ghost, she get up to get another drink when she stumbles over, luckily Ghost caught her and R/n faceplants into his chest.]
Ghost, helping R/n stand: Are you alright, love?
{R/n says nothing just stares blankly at Ghostās chest, he gonna ask if she ok again, when she suddenly places her hands on his chest.}
R/n, squeezing Ghostās pecs: Holy shit, Si. Yer tits are bigger than mineā¦(Tearing up) itās not fair!!
Soap, blows beer out of his nose as he breaks down laughing: *Wheeze* WhahahahHA!
Gaz has his face buried in his arm muffling his laughs, while his free hand slams on the table.
Ghost, Blushing hard under his mask:Ā Alright You had enough fer tonight, Letās go, (picks R/n up.)Ā Soap, Gaz Iāll see ya back at base!Ā
{They didnāt seem hear him as they were to busy laughing, Ghost rushed out of the bar with R/n over his shoulder, of course R/n didnāt remember any of this and was flustered all to hell when Simon retold her the nights events.]
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Soap: Oi! Ghost, roast me!
Ghostā¦.
Ghost: You look like a someone who only has two brain cells, and both are fighting for third place.
Soap:ā¦.
R/n, patting Soap on the back: Damn, he said roast him. Not incinerate him!
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[Half-way to Nowhere au: The spider-gang fled Miguel and the society, but something strange happened when they tried to use Hobieās portal; a tear opened up sending them to a fractured space between the worlds, where they meet lost civilians and forgotten spider-people who have been displaced after their worlds were destroyed.]
{The Spider-gang looks in awe at all the entrance of Fall Town which consisted of many floating islands of various lost worlds that were interconnected by web bridges, but what really blew them away was the sky it was lit up with colorful auroras and golden threadlike lines that made up a giant spiderweb that acted as a giant window giving them a view of other skies in other worlds, some of them were night, some of them were day.]
Pavitr: Whatās that?
[He points up noticing something falling through a crack that went dark, another world lost.]
Gwen: Is thatā¦A person?!
R/n: Looks like we got another newcomer. Hopefully they hit the netā¦.
(They watch as the person falls towards a giant web net that almost covered the entire town, Aaandā¦ they completely missed it and continued to fall down, until they landed into an open grave of the cemetery island which was floating just across from the gang.
Where a grave keeper Spiderman was calmly eating a sandwich, as the person landed in the grave, the grave keeper let out a bored sigh, got up from his lawn chair and grabbed his shovel as he got ready to bury the poor soul.. a hand raised up from the hole.}
Random Spider person, painfully strained: Wait! dudeā¦ Iām not dead!
(The grave keeper Spiderman grunts goes back to his lunch while two medical Spider-persons descend from one of the larger islands and help the new arrival out of the graveyard.)
R/n: Betācha you guys are happy you fell into my livingroom. eh?
Miles, nervously looking around: I-is safe for us to be like walking out in the open like this? the Society is-
{R/n remembers when she asked for Miguelās help, he just broke her watch and left her to die in her worldā¦}
R/n: Oh, please those high tidy snobs and their vampire nut-boss have no authority over this placeā¦They can all go deep throat a cactus field!
Hobie, grabs R/nās hand: Be my girl!~
R/n: Huh?
Spider-Noir: Then whose in charge around here?
R/n, turning her attention away from Hobie:Ā No one as far as I know, Ermā¦ We sort of work together to survive, yāknow?
[Meanwhileā¦]
[Miguel wakes up on one of the islands and is confused when he when he canāt reach Lyla, his location always comes up as a Earth- 3rr0r, He frustratingly wanders around the world for a few hours before walking out into a side street where he sees Spider-people he recognized from worlds that had been previously destroyed working and living together; this was veryā¦ unexpected.]
(part 2)
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[R/n is having a pint with her neighborĀ Hobie before going back to her flat for the night.]
R/n: Itās been a while since I been to the Pubā¦This Pub anyway.
Hobie: Why? Do something yer not proud of?
R/n: No, not meā¦I had this foreign exchange classmate from Canada whoā¦.
[By the end of the story Hobie looked visibly illā¦]
Hobie, calmly downs his drink: Theyā¦*Ahem* They had shut down the entire block?
R/n: Yepā¦But, since he was a minor they couldnāt really do anything but fined him and send him back to Canada.
Hobie: Is he still banned?
[Before R/n could answer a tourist looking bloke walked in looking all sunny and rainbows, he didnāt have chance to say anything before the bartender got one look at him and their face turned red with rage.]
Bartender: GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE LEWIS!?
[Lewis bows his head in defeat and leaves.]
R/n, to a stunned Hobie: That answer yer question then?
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[(Reader doesnāt know her neighbor Hobie is Spiderpunk.)
R/n chilling in her livingroom watching reruns of Are you being served? when she hear at knock at her windowā¦She looks and sees Spiderpunk sitting outside, she opens it.]
R/n: Uh..Hello?
Spiderpunk: Hey, Can I use yer toilet real quick?
R/n:ā¦
Spiderpunk, strained: Ya gotta say yes! The damās about to bloody burst!
R/n, letting him inside: Ok. *points down her hall* Itās down that way first door on the right.
Spiderpunk: Thanks bruv!
[As Hobie is walking down the hallway he canāt help but pause when he notices the very alarming amount of fire safety and exit signs R/n has scattered around her flat; he counted at least 50 of āem! After Hobie was done with his business, he decides ask her about it before he leaves.]
Spiderpunk: Why do you have like a trillion Exit signs hanging out on yer walls?
[R/nās body felt hot with nerves as she shyly averted her eyes, and tried to come up with an explanation.]
R/n: Ohā¦Yeah, Thoseā¦.Um. It started between me and my friends one night at the pubs, they dared me to snatch the fire sign without being noticed. And I did itā¦. and from there things kinda got outta controlā¦
Spiderpunk:Ā ā¦.Really?
R/n: Itās essentially become my āparty trickā and itās not just exit signs either, I got street signs, license plates, stop signs; Emergency lights from police carsā¦Ā
Spiderpunk:ā¦
R/n:ā¦.Yer um, not gonna report me for this, are you?
Spiderpunk: Hell no, thatās frakinā hilarious! Keep it up bruv! *Swings out the window.*
[Later R/n ran into Hobie while taking out the trash, he mentioned Spiderman told him about her little collection, and was curious if she was willing to part with any of it? Heās been looking for some dĆ©cor for his flat.]
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Sole: I think Iām in love with Hancockā¦
Danse:
Sole: Thoughts?
Danse: And prayers. Youāre going to need them.
{Hancock throws a rotten Mutfruit at Danse-]
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Ghost: We're both flauntingly bisexual.
R/n: I think you mean "fluently bilingual."?
Ghost: Don't correct me...
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Sole: What kind of person brings hash scones to a wake?
Hancock: Typical. I try and do a nice thing, and this is the thanks I get.
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Danse: Why won't anyone here be friends with me?
Deacon: I think itās your personality thatās the problem.
Danse: Mm, no. I donāt think so.
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Deacon: Priest kink is definitely a thing and I am afflicted by it.
Danse: Go to church.
Danse, remembering: WAITā
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