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Super cool dudes 👍

THIS IS SO COOL WHAT THE HELL ALSO HI HELLO 8UM8NLE HOW YOU DOING AAAAAAAAA

it’s them it’s the boys in their new body or new face aaaaaaaa this is so cool also you’re are fast holy heck

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“It’s a full moon tonight. That’s when all the weirdos are out.”

This was actually really fun and like Race, I’m fucking stupid when it comes to telling stories so it was fun to think of some.

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“It’s a full moon tonight. That’s when all the weirdos are out.”

"Race...Ya out all the time."

Race huffed, ignoring the littles' giggles as he reached over to slap Albert over the back of the head. "Dumbass, let me talk! I wanna tell a story!"

Jack rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his face as he sketched the scene from the corner of the room. "These kids better be able ta sleep tanight Higgins. I don't wanna be up all night cause you and your stories."

Race huffed, rolling his eyes. There went his plans for talking about a murderer...Time to rethink.

"Alright. Cause Jackie's a spoilsport, I'll change the story." He chuckled, shaking his head as his younger siblings started to complain. "Sorry kids. Gotta listen to the old man. He makes the rules here."

"I'se only a few years older than you!" Faking insult, Jack balled up his ratty blanket and threw it at Race, chuckling as it hit him in the face. "Get on with the story ya nerd!"

"Jesus fine!" Shaking his head, Race grinned, wrapping the blanket around himself. "Right. So the full moon is a magical time but also a dangerous time. While the moon gives us light on the streets, he also brings out mysterious dangers. It is said that if you stand in his light, your mind will be twisted." He grinned, happy to have everyone's eyes on him. "You'll start to feel new urges and will find yaself wanting to do things ya've never heard of before."

"Like what?"

"Well, my dear Kai, I'm glad you asked. Have you ever heard of the sirens?"

"No?"

"Well, it's said that if you stand on the bridge with the full moon shining down, you'll hear ghostly singing which will draw you towards the water. You'll find yourself with one of two urges. Some feel the need to jump into the water to investigate while others feel the urge to sing back. Singing back will help you'se keep ya freedom while following the siren's urges will spell your doom. Some say they're always out at night and will still attack, but will only sing on the full moon. Never go near the water at night, especially on the full moon. Sometimes, they'll be heard singing outside your window, in hopes of getting you to go to the water."

"Wait...You've gone across the bridge at night before! Have you heard them?"

"Why yes, I've had. I'se sang right back at them as I covered my ears 'nd ran. As ya know, 'm probably the fastest runner in 'Hattan so I was able to outrun their voices."

"So humble ain't ya?"

"When have ya beaten me in a race Finch?"

"..."

"Uh-huh. That's what I thought. Anyway. The sirens ain't the only ones that come out in the night. There are the masks as well."

Crutchie fought back a laugh, knowing exactly where this was going. After all, he and Jack were the ones who told Racetrack the story in the first place when the boy was caught attempting to sneak out on a full moon. The story had been passed down from the leader just before Jack who had used it to stop Jack himself from sneaking out

"Masks?"

Race's grin widened at the child's question, planning to add his own twists into the story had been told oh so many years ago. "The masks are creatures that come out on the full moon. They appear to be human yet their faces are not. Their faces are inhuman or if they're strong enough to have a human face, it'll be frozen in one expression no matter what and it'll look fake. It'll appear like it's stuck in time."

"What do they do t-to you?"

"Why if they see you walking the streets, they'll take you away. If the masks getcha, you'll never be seen again until the full moon when you're there ta take people away! What do ya think happened to Dax from Queens? He turned into one of them. Everyone just says that he aged out but I'se has seen him. I looked out the window one-night 'nd BAM! He was right there on the street, starin' up at me wit' a weird ass smile on his face. It was raining 'nd he didn't even blink, just kept on staring. Next second, he was gone. The masks 'ad gotten him."

"You'se just tryin' ta tell us scary stories and not about weirdos!"

"I dunno kid. The masks and sirens are pretty weird 'nd creepy." Race shook his head before letting out a soft insulted shout as Blink shoved him to the side.

"Alright, kids. I'se'll tell ya about the weirdos I've seen at night time."

"How can ya see at night with one eye?"

"Same as I see durin' the day Mike. Anyway, I'se got a few stories." He chuckled, shaking his head. During the time Race was speaking, he had sorted through his own nightly experiences, sorting the stories from each other so he didn't slip up and tell a not so 'kid-friendly' story. He didn't feel like a repeat of last time. As friendly and cheerful he appeared, Crutchie was more than happy to hit someone with his crutch if he felt like someone deserved it. Last time Blink had told a story, the bruise had lasted over a week. Though he had to admit he made a mistake when he decided to tell the kids he had snuck into a bar and managed to steal from a drunk which ended up causing a few of the more daring littles to attempt to go near the bars. Luckily, Jack had expected this and had the more mature kids keep an eye out for anyone wandering towards the bars.

"Once at night on a full moon, I'se was coming home. I had been out a bit late ya know? It was still early enough that 'the masks' hadn't come out yet." The only reason he had mentioned Race's stupid story was that he knew the taller boy would interrupt him in an attempt to draw the attention back onto himself. "And before ya ask, this isn't the same night as the bar incident. Anyway, I was walking home yeah? I think I was only a block away from lodging actually when some really hairy lookin' fella comes stumbling outta the alley. I'm talkin' real hairy. Like hair on 'is hands, neck 'nd stuff like that. He's mumbling ta himself and stuff then he sees me. He starts coming towards me 'nd I think Great here we'se go. but instead o' fightin' me, he throws his arms round me, tells me that God blesses me and starts singin' those song thingys."

"Hymns."

"Right that. Thanks, Jojo. So this guy is singin' and holding onto me and all of a sudden just lets me go and walks off. I watch him go and see that he does the same thing to a lamp post. He didn't even smell like liquor which just added ta the confusion. Pretty sure he kissed the lamp post as well before he just sat down, singin' ta himself." He shook his head, grinning at the laughter that followed his story. Even Jojo was laughing which meant that the risk he had taken hadn't insulted the boy who had grown up, raised by nuns.

Over the next few hours, he and the other older kids kept up their storytelling, entertaining the younger ones with tales of strange things they had seen over their short lives, even allowing Race to tell more of his stupid stories.

Finally deciding to be serious with the topic, Race grinned, cutting off Jack's cowboy story. "We'se heard that story a lot Cowboy 'nd I've seen some pretty weird shit up in Brooklyn if you'se wanted to hear."

Considering he was the only non-Brooklyn newsie who could sell there let alone stay the night meant he instantly drew their interest. After all, whenever the newsies came up with a 'strange' story, they made sure to mention Brooklyn.

"So. One night, the fellas and I were in their kitchen when this knock sounds on the door. Laughin', they all send me to go answer it and what do I get? Some stranger tossin' water in ma face! Apparently, once a week, this lady walks up ta different houses 'nd throws water at people fa no reason. Like who does that? So, I'm standing there, soaked ta the bone wit' all the fellas laughing at me so what do I do fa revenge? I go 'nd grab a bowl maself and toss it all over them 'fore rushing off, runnin all the way back here."

"You've thrown water at me!"

"Albie my dear friend...You kept fucking snoring. What was meant to do?" Grinning, he quickly dodged the punch his best friend through at him. "Anyway. There was this other guy who walked around sayin' he was a god. People were naturally avoidin' him considering he was screamin' at the top o' his lungs, dancing buck naked in the streets. The bulls came ta pick him up and he threw something in their faces, I think it was flour and takes off running, screamin' about lemons and shit." He shook his head, remembering the conversation he had with Spot after that confusing day.

Before Race could keep speaking, Jack clapped his hands. "Alright, guys. It's time fa bed. Moon's getting high and we'se got work tomorrow."

"But I wanna hear more stories!"

"Too bad. Ya gotta go to bed Lijah." Grinning, he watched as the older boys started ushering the younger kids upstairs to get ready for bed, happy to see that there was minimal complaining...Right now at least. He knew some kids would take more time to settle down but he was prepared for that.

He stood up, following the group so he could catch up to Race. "The masks 'nd sirens? Really?"

"What? They'se good stories and you know that! Besides, correct me if I’m wrong but if I remember correctly, you and Crutchie were the ones who told me about the masks, I'm just passing on the knowledge."

Without a comeback, Jack just laughed and shook his head, watching the blond run up the stairs. He had to give it to Race, the kid had a massive imagination and if he filed away the stories to draw later, well...No one needed to know.

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Secrets Part 2–Thomas

Part 1

Masterlist

Thomas's POV

They dragged us out of the room, down the hallway and practically threw us into our assigned quarters. "Get your asses in there! All of you!" One of the guards yelled.

Once the door shut, everyone instantly turned towards me. "What the hell was that about?" Minho scoffed.

"You didn't really think they were just gonna let you through?" Newt asked.

"No, of course I didn't." I said reaching into my back pocket and taking out the key card I stole. "I'm gonna find out what's on the other side of that door."

I saw them all roll their eyes. "Look, they are hiding something. These people aren't who they say they are. Y/N knew that and now they won't let her go."

"No, Thomas, you don't know that." Newt sighed. "The only thing that we do know is that they helped rescue us from WICKED. They gave us new clothes. They gave us food. They gave us a proper bed. Some of us haven't had that in a long time. Some of us a lot longer than others. And besides, they said they were just running a few tests on Y/N."

Just then the vent went flying out from under one of the bunks. "Hey, Thomas." Aris greeted as he peaked his head out from under the bed.

"What the. . ." Frypan muttered.

"Did you get it?" Aris asked.

"Yeah, let's go." I said showing him the badge. As he ducked back into the air vent, I turned back towards my friends.

"All right, look, maybe you guys are right. Maybe I'm just being paranoid," I said as I started to climb under the bed. "But I got to find out for sure. Just cover for me. I'll be back as soon as I can."

***************************************

We were right.

Aris and I quickly slid back through the air vents, trying to get back as soon as possible. When we did, I pushed the cover making it slide across the room.

"Thomas!" I heard Frypan yell. I crawled out from under the bed to see everyone looking at me, waiting for me to explain.

There wasn't any time to explain.

"We gotta go," I said quickly. "We gotta go right now."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Minho asked as I ran to the door.

"What do you mean we gotta go?" Newt asked.

"They're coming. Come on. We gotta go." I said throwing aside a mattress and grabbing the sheet. "They're coming for us."

"Paige, she's still alive," I mumbled as I tied the sheet around the door handle.

"What happened in there?" Someone asked.

"Aris, what happened?" Frypan asked.

"Thomas, can you just calm down and talk to us?" Newt asked, my back still to him.

"She's still alive." I said tying the knot.

"Who's she? Y/N?" Asked Frypan.

"Ava," I said quickly.

"Ava?" Newt repeated. "Will you just turn around and talk to us?"

"It's WICKED!" I yelled, finally turning around. "It's still WICKED. It's always been WICKED."

I walked back across the room, with everyone watching me. I grabbed a mattress and pressed it against the door.

"Thomas." Newt said calmly as he put his hand on the mattress. I slowly turned towards him, struggling to calm my breathing. "What did you see?"

Before I could answer, we heard footsteps walking towards us. "I'll explain later. We gotta go. Now."

They nodded as we snuck out the air vent. When we got to the end, I pushed the grate open, looking around before stepping out.

"Let's go," I said once everyone was out of the vent.

"You guys go ahead. There's something I gotta do," Aris said.

"What are you talking about?" I asked him.

"Trust me, it's important. You guys wanna get outta here, right? Just go."

I opened my mouth to object, but Winston cut me off. "I'll go with him. Find Y/N. We'll meet you."

"Okay, Winston. Go!" I said as they went back into the vent and I started walking the other way.

"You sure we can trust this kid?" Minho asked as we started to pick up our pace.

"You don't want to know where we'd be without him," I said as we rounded a corner.

We gasped when we ran into a woman. "What are you kids doing out?" She sighed.

Just then an alarm went off. We looked at each other as she looked at us. She tried to run away but we quickly grabbed her.

"Where's Y/N?" I asked harshly.

"Who?"

"Y/N!" I yelled. "You guys have been running tests on her all day. Where the hell is she?"

"She's. . . She's in the Med Wing," she stuttered.

"Take us to her," Newt said calmly.

"Now," Minho added. She quickly nodded her head as we started following her down the hallway, the whole time with my hand holding her arm.

We ran down the hallway and turned the corner, but stopped when we saw a man running towards us. "Freeze!" He yelled. "Stay where you are!"

We turned back around when he started shooting his gun at us. "Why are they shooting at us?" Frypan asked. We got to the end of the hallway but stopped when we noticed Minho hadn't followed us.

"Minho, what the hell are you doing?" I yelled as he ran back the way we came. Just as the man rounded the corner, Minho jumped up, kneeing him into the wall. We ran over and saw the man lying dead on the ground.

"Shit, Minho." Newt said looking between our friend and the dead guard on the floor. I reached down and grabbed the guy's gun.

"Come on," I said grabbing the lady. "Let's go."

She led us down another hallway before stopping in front of the door. She looked behind at us and I nodded causing her to open it.

"Dr. Crawford, are you here to. . ." A man started to say as I pushed the doctor into the room. I raised the gun and pointed it at the men in the room.

"Where is she?" I asked. I looked around and waited for them to answer. I got angry when they just looked around the room at each other.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" I yelled.

I looked over to see a curtain sectioning off a part of the room. I handed my gun to Minho and drew back the curtain. My breath got caught in my throat when I saw Y/N lying on a bed, asleep.

I instantly walked over to her and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Y/N," I whispered. As she woke up, her eyes narrowed when she saw me.

"What did they do to you?" I said breathlessly.

"Thomas?"

"You'll never get away with this," we heard Dr. Crawford say.

"What's going on?" Y/N asked as she started to sit up.

"We gotta leave right now. Come on," I said as I helped her take off the oxygen tubes.

"Guys! They're coming. Where do we go?" Frypan asked as I helped her out of the bed.

Newt looked around before saying, "Frypan move." He knocked over a table and pushed it against the wall.

We jumped back as the guards tried to get in. We all let out matching sighs when the table Newt knocked down was now wedged between another table and the door, making it so they couldn't get in.

"They've got the door barricaded. Send backup!" We heard someone yell from outside.

"We gotta get out of here!" Minho yelled as we backed away from the door.

"Where do we go?" Frypan asked.

I looked around the room and stopped when I noticed the window behind us. "Everyone stand back," I said as I grabbed a chair. I didn't hesitate to throw it against the window.

"Come on!" I yelled when it didn't break. "Newt, help me."

"Ready?" He asked with a chair in his hands. I nodded as we both threw our chairs against the window, shattering it.

"Come on. Come on." I said as I jumped through the window. Frypan put a blanket on the glass and began to help Y/N up.

"Come on, Y/N. I got you," I said as I helped her over the glass.

Once everyone was over except Minho, he finally turned away from the door. "Thomas," he said as he tossed me the gun.

"Stay behind me," I said mostly to Y/N. I opened the door but froze when I saw a guy standing on the other side. The second he took a step towards us, I pulled the trigger. I jumped as a bolt of electricity was shot at the man and he fell to the floor.

"Shit," I mumbled. I looked behind me at everyone looking just as confused as I felt.

"Let's go," I said grabbing Y/N's hand running down the hallway.

[blissfullylostinarabbithole]

There Goes the Neighborhood

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Loki’s the only one who agrees to go trick-or-treating with you.

Loki wasn’t exactly sure how he ended up in such a ridiculous getup. All he knew was you gave him a look; one he noticed made the others quickly turn away. He, however, was unfamiliar with your brand of magic and hadn't built up any type of resistance, leaving him vulnerable to the sweet supplication in your eyes. Now, he was out in the streets being dragged door to door to ask strangers for sweets. As much as it annoyed him, all negative feelings left him when he saw how happy it made you.

The sack you’d given him grew heavier as the night wore on, and the false fangs were starting to irritate his mouth.

“It’s getting late, Y/N. When will the tricks come into play?”

You giggled at his question, amazed it’d taken that long for him to bring it up. “It’s been a good night. No one’s turned us away, so there’s been no need for them.”

He frowned slightly at your response. “Why would we be denied?”

“Some insist it’s only for kids, and won’t give candy out to people if they think they’re too old.”

“Has it happened to you?”

“Loads of times. Most people don’t mind, though.”

You walked up to the next house and knocked. When the owner opened the door, he ignored you at first and gave candy to the children. When they skipped off to the next house, he gave you an earful about setting a better example and advised you grew up in the most colorful language he could muster.

“Dammit, Loki,” you grumbled. “You jinxed us!”

“So now we play a trick, yes?” He glared at the door as if willing it to crumble. “I think we should turn him into a rat. What are you doing?” He saw you punching something into your device and promptly put it in your pocket.

“Writing the address for later. Come on, we have more houses to hit.” Taking his arm, you led him back to the sidewalk.

“What about the trick?” he pouted.

“All in good time, my friend,” you assured.

You continued your hunt until the last of the older children began to head home. Loki noticed you began to stick to the shadows as you made your way back to the offender’s neighborhood. When you reached the house, you searched your bag until you pulled out a container.

“What’s this?”

“Our trick.” Opening the container, you revealed it was full of eggs. “Lucky guy, he gets them all.”

“What do you...” his eyes widened when you grabbed the first one and flung it at the roof. The only thing better than the crack was the satisfying spread of the gooey inside.

“It’s a bitch to clean up. Go on, the higher, the better.” You threw another, crashing it into the AC unit. “That’s gonna stink in a couple of days.”

Loki was taken aback at your change in demeanor. He had to admit, he was liking this side of you. Reaching for a few eggs, he searched for a good spot to throw them, settling on the space above the windows.

A minute later, the lights came on, and the angry man from earlier came barreling out. You quickly covered the eggs and shoved them back in your bag.

“Run!” you squealed, taking off.

“Why? I don’t fear this patheti-”

“Not the point,” you interrupted, returning to take his hand and yank him away.

Loki couldn’t hear what the man was shouting over your laughter. Realizing this was meant to be part of the fun, he let go of his anger toward the man and instead focused on your escape.

“Do the rat thing!” you shouted, grinning wickedly.

“As my lady wishes.” He stopped and turned on his heels and sent a ball of green smoke over to the man, causing him to shrink down to a small, grey rat.

“Aww, he’s cute!” You practically cackled at the rat’s chattering. “I’ve never heard an angry rat before.” You looked to your right and found Loki gone.

A rubbing on your leg brought your attention down to a black cat with eerily familiar eyes. Satisfied that he had your attention, the cat stalked toward the rat, making it run away squeaking in fear. When Loki turned back, he was sat on the ground, still laughing. You took his hands and hoisted him to his feet, starting the walk back out of the suburbs.

Just as you were about to call for a cab, a police cruiser rounded the corner and slowed to a stop.

“Hold it!” one shouted at you, taking the radio in his hand. “I have visual on the dracula and creature of the black lagoon.”

“It’s the Gill Man!” you sighed exasperatedly. “Run!”

You and Loki took off, with the two officers in pursuit. Cursing that these ones happened to be in excellent shape, you needed a better plan than simply outrunning them. Luckily, Loki was one step ahead of you. He pulled you into an alleyway and pressed you against the wall and surrounded you in a wisp of smoke.

The cops stopped dead at the entrance, looking around in confusion when they were met with three solid walls.

“Where’d they go?!”

“I don’t know!”

Loki gave you a warning look when you began to smile, knowing what was coming. He could shield you from their eyes, but any noise would give away your location. You bit your lip in an attempt to stifle your giggle, eyes beginning to tear from holding everything in. The action drew Loki’s eyes to it.

“You sure they turned here?”

“Yes! They can’t have just disappeared!”

Neither heard your soft whimper, but Loki did. Without a second thought, he cupped your cheeks and brought his lips to yours, swallowing any additional noises you might make. He nearly snorted when you moaned, but rather than pull away, he conjured up an image of each of you and made them run past the opening, leading the officers away. When the footfalls faded, you came up for air.

Panting, you asked, “What was that about?”

“I mistakenly thought it would keep you quiet,” he smirked.

“Ha! Right. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Peeking out to make sure the coast was clear, you headed back the direction you came from. Loki stopped at the sight of the abandoned squad car and sent you a look you knew meant trouble.

“Up for one last trick, Love?”

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Morning!” Steve greeted as he entered the common room. “How was your night?”

“Fine,” you both answered, not looking up from your cereal.

“Get a lot of candy?”

“Yup. What did you guys do?”

“Caught up on some paperwork, hit the gym… the usual.” Steve set a pan on the stove and went to the fridge. “Huh, that’s weird. I could have sworn we had a new pack of eggs yesterday.”

“Perhaps someone’s had an early morning,” Loki suggested.

“Or a few someones. It’s a lot of eggs. Oh well, you guys want some?”

“No thanks.” You hopped off your stool and dumped your bowl in the sink. “I gotta leave room for candy.”

Out in the living area, Sam and Tony were watching the news.

“Have you seen this?” Tony asked, catching Steve’s attention.

“What is it?”

“This lady says her husband’s a rat. A literal rat. And she woke up to find a squad car up their tree.”

“What’s the world coming to?” you shook your head in disappointment.

“I think someone partied a little too hard last night,” Sam laughed. “She claimed he came back a rat after he ran out to catch some kids egging the house.”

“Filthy little creatures.” He drew the eyes of the other men in the room. “I meant rats,” he supplied sarcastically.

“The officers in pursuit reportedly chased the Dracula and lagoon monster, eventually losing them, only to find their car had been stolen.”

“It’s the Gill Man,” Loki grumbled, again catching the others’ attention.

“Hold it,” Tony muted the tv. “What were you dressed as again?”

As Loki opened his mouth to speak, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a desperate kiss. Without missing a beat, he snaked his arms around your middle, pulling you closer to him.

“That’s nasty,” Sam gagged. “I’m outta here.”

Tony’s jaw dropped. “When did this happen? Nevermind, I don’t wanna know.”

He followed Sam to the elevator, and Steve went back to finish his breakfast. When you were sure you were alone again, you pulled back, smiling softly at seeing Loki’s eyes still closed.

“What was that for?” he asked voice barely above a whisper.

“To keep you quiet,” you teased.

Loki’s eyes flew open, amusement etched on his face. “Well then, perhaps I feel the urge to, how do you say on Midgard? ‘Sing like a canary’?”

You sent him a playful glare. “You wouldn’t.”

With a large grin, he turned toward the kitchen and sang, “Oh, Captaaain…”

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