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thewulf · 9 months

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Angel || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - hi! would love to send a req! i was thinking abt what to req and thought abt the song angel by shaggy! (pls listen to it first) so basically hangman has always had a crush on reader (cs: angel) and basically everytime she walks into the hard deck he goes to the jukebox to play “angel” for her, and u can go from there! no pressure to do this tho :)

A/N: My fav man. As always, hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 3.6k +

One – The Hard Deck

“There she is!” Your favorite voice yelled from the corner of the bar. Immediately, a cheesy little grin came over you as your eyes found him. The stupid, stupid man who’d captured your heart so flawlessly. The stupid man who wasn’t stupid at all.

You admired him for half a second before walking right towards him, eyes right on him. The sun hit his side so beautifully it had your mouth watering right then and there. You wished he hadn’t a clue how bad you had it for him. But he only seemed to see you as a friend.

You hugged his side all too awkwardly once you made it to the high top the group was sitting at, “Hey guys.” You waved to the group of pilots you’d grown to love over the last few weeks.

“I was getting worried.” Jake turned to you brushing a hand over your arm, “It’s late. Was afraid I couldn’t do this.” He winked at you before quite literally waltzing over to the jukebox. In under five seconds Jake had picked the song and made his way right back to you.

Leaning down he whispered the start of the song in your ear. A hasty dark blush blossomed over your cheeks as you listened to his deep voice vibrating against your ear. You shoved him away playfully when you saw the looks your fellow pilots were giving the two of you. Looks that told you the obvious. Nat shook her head. Bradley made a disgusted face. Fanboy made a kissy face and you turned away with embarrassment coating your features.

Jake tugged your hand, “Come on Angel, lets get you a drink.” You let him pull you along to the bar hand in hand. You looked up to him with a big smile as you walked over to the bartender you’d become friends with.

He looked down at you suppressing the smile he wanted to give you, trying to play it somewhat cool around you, “What?”

You shook your head, “Nothing. Just admiring the view.” You remarked catching him by surprise. It was an endless game between the two of you. Incessant flirting that led to absolutely nothing. It drove the pilots mad. It drove your friends mad, and it certainly drove you absolutely fucking crazy. You were actually flirting with the guy but you’d all but given up hoping that something would happen between the two of you. It was like you were tapdancing on the line between friends and something more, but you never seemed to cross it no matter how much you let him know you wanted to. You’d just have to accept being friends with the guy. It was worth it though, to have him in your life.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked you once you made it up to the bar.

You nodded looking ahead, almost afraid of what would come out of his mouth. With your heart beginning to hammer in your chest you answered him, “Would you still tell me if I said no?”

A light laugh came from him before he shook his head at you, “Probably. Only because I know you’d say yes.”

You grinned, “A game of hypotheticals. My favorite game. Shoot, you can tell me something. Anything. Whenever you want.” It slipped out before you could stop it. He had you wrapped around his pinky finger, and he didn’t even know it.

He smirked knowing he had the upper hand now, “Really? Whatever I want?”

If you could’ve rolled your eyes harder you would’ve, “Spit it out Jake.”

He leaned on the bar turning towards you. He looked so damn good. Too damn good. It almost made you claustrophobic as he looked you over. Your own eyes scanned his face for a hint at what he was thinking.

“You look real pretty in that dress darlin’. Is that why you were so late?” He asked, prying just a little bit.

Your mind went blank once you heard his words. Was he just messing with you? You shook your head, “If you must know. I wasn’t going to come tonight. I was supposed to go on a date.” You don’t really know why you’d admitted it to him. Maybe to see his reaction? Maybe to make him feel something? You did the know the reason, just now wanting to admit it to yourself.

You’d certainly piqued his curiosity now. He leaned forward a little, you watched as his lips parted slightly. With a disbelieving voice he continued, “A date?”

“Mhmm.” You took the beer from the bartenders hand nodding at him and mumbling your thanks before turning back to Jake, “But he bailed, what’s new?” You sighed not really wanting to talk about it, but Jake was going to ask, he always did.

“Should’ve told me. I would’ve talked you out of it sooner.” He said all too confidently, “Although, I do get the benefit of him bailing. Seeing you in that pretty dress.” His eyes trailed your body all too obviously.

You shook your head smiling widely, “You’re probably right Jake.”

“Aren’t I always?” He shot you a wink knowing it’d get a rise out of you. His favorite activity.

You let out a patient breath from your nose, “You’re insufferable, you know that?” You shot him back a wink.

“And yet, you stick around Angel.” He pinched your hip before sitting back down at the high top across from you. Your cheeks burned from the smile you were holding.

“I always will. If you’ll have me, that is.” You added feeling a little nervous. You’d meant it far more deeply than you knew he’d take. Little did you know, he took it the exact same way. His heart soared. He loved you dearly. Afraid to do anything, say anything that’d put that love in jeopardy. He was as clueless to your love as you were to his.

He took a long sip of his cold beer. You watched as a bead of condensation rolled down his hands. Damn, you really did have it bad for this man. He grinned seeing your dazed gaze watching him. How he didn’t put two and two together was so typical. You were beyond obvious with your affection for the blonde pilot.

“For forever, darlin’.” He watched as the blush rose to your cheeks. A dangerous game he played with you night in and night out.

Two – The Bowling Alley

“Your late.�� You poked Jake’s side. He was lacing up his bowling shoes when you spotted him. You just had to give it back to him after he gave you so much shit for

He stuck his tongue out at you earning a small giggle, “I was on a date.” He quipped. What was he onto? Looking for your reaction?

“No, you weren’t.” You snorted lightly, crossing your hands over your chest not believing a word he said.

He shook his head, “And how do you know that?” He stood taking your hand in his. You’d certainly never tire of the small signs of affection he gave you every so often. You believing it was nothing more than a friendly gesture. He knew it meant so much more.

“You’d tell me.”

He shrugged, “You didn’t tell me when you were going on one.” He walked you over to the lane you and your teammates shared every Wednesday. Wednesday night bowling league at the lanes across from the base. A two-hour long break from the real world you were talked into by Jake a few months ago.

“But that’s me Jake. You know that. You’re a big mouth. It’s why I like you so much.” You teased him poking him in the side a few more times feeling awfully touchy feely with him tonight. Not that he minded a bit.

His mouth parted in a wide smile, “Oh is it Angel?” Jake absolutely adored that your callsign was something he already wanted to call you. A literal angel on this planet. Beautiful, kind, a heart of gold and a badass in the air? He was sold the moment he saw you shoot down Bradshaw in training. That witty mouth of yours made it a close second.

“One of the few. Very few reasons I like you.” You had to humble him, always. If you only flattered him he’d become the insufferable twat he always played with Hangman. A guy so different than the one you came to love.

He scrunched his nose, “Cold darlin’. Ice cold. That’s why I love you.”

“Oh, you love me huh?” You teased.

He nodded so nonchalantly it made your heart gallop in your chest, “Sure do.” As a friend, you wanted to add.

Before you could reply you heard a yell from Nat, “Angel you’re up!” And that was Jake’s cue. As soon as you stood to go bowl your round he went to the Jukebox machine. He found the song with ease sliding in a dollar of quarters. He never forgot. He saw the laugh out of the corner of his eye when Shaggy’s song came on. It quickly becoming a running gig between the two of you.

You bowled a spare clapping with glee as you turned to your team. Nobody was paying attention except for Jake. He clapped right along with you. A gleeful laugh right along with it. God, how this man knew how to drive you right crazy.

He walked up to you taking your hands in his, “What are you doing?” You asked, a creeping blushing coursing your neck up to your cheeks.

“What’s it look like Angel? I’m dancing with you.” He took your hands guiding you in a small motion. Seeing Rooster and Phoenix snicker out of the corner of your eye raised your anxiety about the whole thing.

He shook his head, the motion drew your eyes back to him, “Look at me darlin’.” He tucked a finger under your chin keeping your eyes on him, “That’s a girl.” How’d he know you were feeling weird?

Your heart about dropped out of your body at that praise. What the hell was he doing to you? Did he have a clue how he affected you? Your knees nearly buckled in on themselves at that comment. Thank God he was holding you close.

At a loss for words your mouth simple parted before it closed. You let him lead you in whatever the hell was going on. The group of pilots going back to ignoring the two of you and your usual, odd antics. For whatever reason you were perfectly content being weird and odd and whatever Jake wanted you to do. It was fun with him. It didn’t matter with him.

“You’re my angel, you’re my darling angel.” Jake mumbled lazily bring you back to reality. It happened often with you, getting lost in your own little bubble. He thought it to be incredibly endearing. A trait he’d adored about you.

Your head slowly moved to look up to him, “I’ve always liked this song.”

He gave your hand a squeeze, “Me too.”

Three – The Piano Bar

The five of you sat down at a table close to one of the dueling pianos. It was one of Bradley’s favorite bars, so he’d begged you to come out with him. You’d happily agreed which got an unhappy Jake to agree to go. He’d agree to do any plans if you were going to be there. The two of you growing rather close over the last few weeks.

“I’m requesting a song. Anybody need anything while I’m up?” Jake asked looking right at you. Acknowledging the group but staring at you. His eyes rarely left you.

You shook your head, “I’m good Jake. Thanks.” You waved him off turning back to the group waiting on him to come back.

“When are you going to tell him?” Nat asked leaning back in her seat.

You cocked your head to look at her, “What are you talking about Nat?”

She rolled her eyes, very aggressively, “That you like him. Love him even.” She wiggled her eyebrows knowing you were skittish when it came to admitting feelings.

“Shut up Nat.”

“See, told you boys. She wouldn’t deny it.” She leaned back even further. Her cocky grin only growing further.

“Shut up! I’ve made it rather obvious. Don’t you think?” You asked the group.

“I’ll say.” Bradley agreed quickly. While Fanboy just nodded his head agreeing without any words.

Just then your song came on. Angel by Shaggy. You smiled with the utmost happiness hearing the chords come over the Piano. Jake walked back over sliding in the seat next to you. He leaned over whispering in your ear, “I had to.” He winked before pulling completely away.

Midway through the song Jake stood holding his hand out to you, “Dance with me?” He asked looking at you longingly.

Placing your hand in his he pulled you up quickly. Leaning down he brushed your ear with his lips, “You look real pretty again tonight. A real-life angel.”

You shook your head, “That’s quite the compliment Jake.”

“The truth Angel.” He winked pulling you close to him

Letting out a nervous breath you answered him, “Thank you.” You whispered leaning your head on his chest hesitantly. He smiled down at you placing a hand on the side of your head pressing your head in further to his chest gently. Letting you know it was okay, he welcomed the contact. He wanted the contact from you. Needed it.

You got the message and leaned yourself on his. He wrapped his hands around you gently. You’d ignored the comments and snickers from your friends close by. Nat letting out a cheer when she saw the intimacy between the two of you.

“You’re a queen and that’s how you should be treated.” Jake whispered kissing your cheek softly. The two of you had shared many friendly kisses on the cheek but this felt different. It felt like it was loaded with a thousand questions. A million what-ifs.

You closed your eyes embracing the moment with him. Enjoying the little snippets of the song he sang to you. When it ended you opened your eyes to see his intently studying you.

“You’re beautiful Y/N. So beautiful.” He admitted before he could turn back. It was a step. A small step in the right direction to test the waters. The blush that coated your cheeks were sign enough for him. You felt it too. The pull and the attraction. A rare feeling you needed to lean into.

“Thank you Jake. You’re not so bad yourself. Clean up nice. Handsome guy.” You kissed his cheek right on back before letting go of him and stepping away. You’d joined the table again once the song was over. Nat gave you a knowing look. You simply shook your head and looked away. You’d tell her later.

Four – Allie’s Wedding

“Jake Seresin. Will you have this dance with me?” You asked holding your hand out to him. ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love,’ played in the background. A song you asked Allie, your best friend, to include on the wedding playlist.

Nodding quickly, he took your hand in his. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, not for a single second. He loved that he was sitting in the crowd, and you were standing by her side. The bride was beautiful, but you were so much more in his eyes. He watched as your eyes lit up seeing your best friend glide down the aisle. He dabbed his own eyes seeing you cry when she got married. He was a damn sucker for you and only you.

He placed one hand around your hip and another around your back pulling you close. You placed hands over his shoulders. Looking up you grinned to him, “Thanks for coming with me tonight.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else darlin’.” He squeezed your hip with his hand that was placed there. Goosebumps right up your arm gave you away.

You looked his face over wanting nothing more than him, “It means a lot the me Jake. Thank you.”

Lightly, he place his forehead on yours. Shivers ran down your body as you felt his hot breath on your face. He pulled your waist closer to his as the two of you swayed to the music, “’Course,” He said as if it was the most obvious thing, because to him it was, “Can I tell you something?” He asked feeling awfully nervous about what he was going to admit to you in a few seconds.

You smiled brightly, “Always, Jake.”

Now or never. Jake had promised himself he’d do this today. You’d all but confirmed your feelings out loud to him, “I love you. So much Y/N. Love, like love you. I love you as a friend yes. But what I’m trying to say is that I’m in love with you.” He laughed feeling a weight released from his chest. He hardly ever called you by your actual name, he must’ve been pretty serious you concluded. That must’ve meant he actually loved you.

You felt your blood run cold. Something you’d wished to hear for so long coming out of his mouth, “You do?” It didn’t feel real, not for a second.

His forehead was still on your as he nodded into you, “Yes. So much. For so long. I’m sorry if you don’t…”

“Shut up Jake.” You placed a gentle finger on his lips getting him to stop talking immediately.

“What?” He looked exasperated, confused as hell. He didn’t know which way you were going to take it.

Rolling your eyes, you felt a surge of confidence. Grabbing the back of his head with both of your hands you answered him, “I love you too. So much.” He let out a soft hiss at the touch of your hands before a smirk adorned that beautiful face of his.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” He waited for a response of any sort before he did anything.

A nod from you was all he needed before he took your breath away. A gentle kiss turned more desperate quickly. Years of longing. Years of barely missing each other. Years of chasing and pining finally led to this moment. He was yours. You were his. It was that simply. Finally, that simple.

You broke apart needy for oxygen. Jake kissed down your neck not giving a damn if he needed to breathe or not. He finally had you. He needed to show you much he needed you. Craved and desired you. He made it all the way to your collar bone before your gasped.

You pulled his head off your neck feeling all too overwhelmed, “You can’t do that here.” A breath escaped your mouth as you tried to regain control of your heart.

A sly smile crossed his lips as he realized he had you in his grasp. He leaned over whispering right into your ear, “Why not pretty thing?” Jake had to admit he loved the way you shivered beneath him knowing he was the cause.

“Because.” You were nearly whimpering in his grasp. His thumbs pressed in at your hips pulling you as close as he could get away with publicly.

Jake shook his head leaning to your other side, “Because why?” He whispered so damn close again. Fucking hell, he was out to kill you.

“Jake.” You were puddy in his hands completely forgetting the wedding reception going on around you.

“Words darlin’.” He kissed your forehead, “Can’t read that gorgeous mind of yours.” He pulled back waiting on your response. Searching your face for anything.

You leaned up to him on your tippy toes knowing your words were less than savory for the guests around you, “Because Jake. It made me want to rip that very nice form-fitting jacket right off of you.” Nibbling at his ear lobe you heard a grumble rip from his chest.

“And you can’t do that and say that here.” He pulled you back grabbing at your sides cursing under his breath. You caught the goosebumps that rippled across his neck. This time you got to grin right at him. A gotcha right back at him per say, “Jesus. Where did that come from?” His wide eyes looked around seeing if anybody had noticed the heated interaction.

You shrugged, “Always been here Jake.” Your confidence only grew as you watched him literally melt into your words. Surely, some nasty things were crossing his minds. Because they certainly were yours.

“Angel.” He groaned placing his hands on either side on your face, “We’re not going to the after party, right?” He kissed you for the second time. Not as desperate but just as hungry. You were it. His endgame. Everything he needed.

You laughed, “We have to go to the after-party Jake.” You had to give him credit for trying. And he’d certainly be

He sighed, “Of course.” He didn’t want to dampen your mood, so he smiled nodding right along.

“But you’re coming back to my place after that.” You winked pulling his tie, so he’d lean down and kiss you once more. You were certain you would never tire of his lips on yours.

“If you insist.” He played right along.

“Oh, I insist.” You ran your hands up his back as you hugged him.

He savored everything about the moment. This was it. His happiness, “Your wish is my command Angel.” He pulled your head up before leaning down and kissing your forehead, “Now let’s get on out there and dance. Allie’s been staring for a little too long.”

You grinned taking his hand, “It’s a deal cowboy.”

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dirtytransmasc · 5 months

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how I think Theon would rank his siblings

Rickon - they're besties. he doesn't know how they became besties or why rickon likes him so much, but they're bff's and nothing will break that bond. is lovingly mean and teases him a lot like the good big brother he is. (there was like a 6 mi the streak where rickon would *not* sleep in his own bed and would only sleep in theon's, again, why this is, he has no clue. he didn't mind after a while. they normally watched a movie until rickon fell asleep and then Theon went about doing shit on his Xbox/computer till he fell asleep)

Arya - sassy little shit. has kicked him in the ribs. also tried to fight one of his shitty ex friends for being a dick. he respects her.

Asha - doesn't see her often. tough love. kinda mean. she's blood though and he loves her and she loves him more than she ever lets on.

Bran - kinda creepy and really stoic, but he likes to be run around in his wheel chair which is fun, and he's fun to watch movies with cause he's really quiet and won't talk like all of their siblings tend to do.

Sansa - air head, brat, mean, likes dumb girl things. (he loves her so dearly and has and would continue to maim anyone who even thinks of touching her. they just have that classic brother/sister dynamic where they "hate each other's guts" for simply existing)

Grey wind - his Bf's dog. best cuddler.

Shaggy dog - second best cuddler. likes to go on hikes on the beach with him (and rickon who runs the whole way through and then needs to be carried back to the car)

Ghost - 10x better than his owner. the goodest boy.

Lady - very polite. the goodest girl. only ranked this low because he 'hates' Sansa.

Summer - chewed one of his shoes once as a puppy. he never forgave that. does let her cuddle up with him when they're watching movies with Bran.

Nymeria - mean to him, except when she wants belly rubs.

dead brother #1

dead brother #2

All of rickon's friends

All of Bran's weird friends

Jon Snow - he's the worst of the worst. the devil himself. he could go die. (he's the closest thing Theon has to an actual friend his age and they claim to hate are constantly doing things together "for convenience" or because they "couldn't find anyone else to go with" or "Robb forced them to get along". they hate smoke and play Xbox together. they've had a shared Minecraft world since they were 8. they've fought to the blood on multiple occasions)

not featured on this list:

Robb - his boyfriend, he's not getting ranked with their siblings that's weird. if he were though he'd take second place, rickon comes first)

Edit: I made this while so sick, tired, and tripped up on cough meds that I have theon 3 dead brothers and it took me a while to realize... oops.

#(as always. don't take me seriously. he is my son and I am woobifying him. this is straying into “he would not say that” territory)#I'm just here for a good time #he's just so silly #Theon and Rickon being besties is my agenda #Jon and Theon being frenemies is my other agenda #throbb #theon greyjoy #jon snow #robb stark #rickon stark #sansa stark #arya stark #bran stark #modern au obviously #everythings fine and we're not miserable au obviously #asoiaf

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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EMMYYYY could I get some writing for sero? Could literally be anything I’m just starved🙏🙏🙏-pip anon

I was just thinking about you mate, missed seeing you in my notifications; how tf are ya 🥹💖

“Wait so who is that?”

“No clue.”

“But why is he doing that?”

“You think I don’t know who they are but I know their motivation?”

Despite his teasing as you miss almost every single plot point in… whatever you’re watching with him, the loving hand tracing shapes on your back never ceases its movement, and you look down at Sero with a pout.

He snorts, letting his dark eyes glaze over your grumpy features, “maybe if you stopped squirming, we could both know what’s happening.”

“You’re the one who wanted to watch this!” You whine, pushing yourself up slightly to shove him weakly. “If I’m doing snack runs, I need you to know what I miss!”

“Okay,” he says softly, trying to cool you down. “Here’s what I’ve got so far. The guy talking,” he says, pointing to the gentleman on screen, “is a vampire, but he doesn’t know it yet. He has a fixation for blood, but he’s never acted on anything yet. The guy with the long hair,” he points to a character walking down a hallway, “is a wolf- that I know is true, I’ve seen his shaggy ass transform into one.”

You give him a laugh as you start to settle back down against him, the hand on your back starting up the shape-tracing again.

“So, I think they’re trying to figure out who murdered this like, other girl, but like, they know it was an animal, they just don’t know if it was a wolf like the long-haired guy.”

You curl into his chest before reaching down into the bowl for a chip, “that was immensely unhelpful, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

There’s a small bit of silence between you that stirs as the show continues to play, the only noise being from the shouts on screen.

“Wolf boy is kinda cute,” Hanta says out of the blue, making you look up at him incredulously.

“Seriously? I’m all in on Vampire Boy.”

He chuckles as you two watch, humming once the wolf character speaks, “Roman. Vampire’s name is Roman.”

“Sweet. Now when we make out I know who I’m picturing.”

“Just don’t say his name,” he mumbles, leaning up to press a kiss to your temple.

The show continues, and even if neither of you know what’s really happening, all that matters is that you’re together.

And clearly, that’s all that counts in Hanta’s mind.

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theanonymousclown · 1 year

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So, I watched Velma and…

Yeah it’s shit.

Look, if it weren’t for the fact it was trying to pass itself off as Scooby Doo I wouldn’t even be upset. It’s average at best- the jokes aren’t funny and the characters are unlikeable. But you’re trying to tell me that bitch is Velma??? That motherfucker is supposed to be FRED??? No. Not doing it, not a chance.

So I’m rewriting it!

The basic story stays the same, where Velma is accused of a murder because the body was found in her locker. The difference here is that Daphne, Fred and Shaggy are the only people who think she didn’t do it, even if none of them know each other very well. They join forces because four heads are better than one, but the clock is ticking.

Velma accepted the fact her mother had left her, but suddenly, as bodies appear around the town, she starts finding clues that indicate her mother might not have left of her own free will…

The main plot of the show is obviously the murders, with the missing mom being a VERY important B plot.

Velma and Daphne are still childhood friends but this time they didn’t fall apart because of Velma, it’s because they just grew apart over time. They’re pretty awkward around each other until they get their bearings.

I think I may be stealing this idea from someone else, lmk if I am, but Shaggy isn’t a stoner (and dislikes drugs) like in the show but the difference here is that it’s a twist reveal and the rest of the gang are baffled because he totally ACTS high but no, he’s just like that.

I can’t draw dogs but Scooby is I’m this rewrite, he’s Shaggy’s dog, he talks using those button pads that people teach their pets to use to request things.

Velma still has hallucinations, they’re just caused by panic and trying to solve cases makes her nervous for that reason.

#scooby doo #scooby gang #velma show #velma dinkley #fred jones #daphne blake #scooby doo fanart #mystery gang #scooby doo redesign #anon’s art #shaggy rogers

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switchedandbewitched · 19 days

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Switched and Bewitched

Chapter 1: Scoob, like, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore

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lemon-box · 11 months

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My ideal scooby doo gang dynamic and their respective guiding personality traits:

Fred: AUTISTIC HIMBO WITH PARENTAL ISSUES & A SPECIAL INTEREST IN TRAPS! Pretty obvious, I basically think the mystery inc version of Fred is the most perfect one, minus the obsessive behavior he had towards Daphne in early season 2… I don’t think enough people talk about that side of MI Fred? It was honestly pretty uncomfortable, I think we could write it differently while still keeping the “I have abandonment/attachment issues w my girlfriend and it’s impacting us both” message. Either way, Fred is the himbo leader who owns the mystery machine, loves his friends, is reliable, and serves as comedic relief as well. He’s interested in mysteries because they’re the best way to make use of his traps & test out new ones.

Daphne: Daphne needs to be the one with social skills. That’s the one thing she has that the others don’t: she can network, has connections, and can use her parents’ infinite pool of money to just make any accommodations happen? Despite that she’s still very sweet, considerate, and one of the main 3 clue finders (them being Daphne, Shaggy, and Scooby). I don’t really mind her being in love with Fred or Velma (sorry Shaphne shippers), but I don’t think love interests should be necessary for any of the characters. In one of Daphne’s character profiles released in 1999, it stated that her life ambition is to become a mystery novel author. AND I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THAT I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH!!! That is such an easy yet clever way to not only give her more depth as a character but curiosity & motivation for these dangerous situations as well, I think it’s such a shame that no scooby doo media that I’ve seen has utilized that for her :(. Daphne is a people person, is resourceful, athletic, and the resident fashion expert. She’s interested in mysteries because they help & inspire her with her writing.

Velma: Velma is the dork nerd with a tumblr blog on mysteries/unsolved cases and is an absolute academic weapon. You KNOW she took AP chemistry in freshman year and got at least a 4 on the exam. She’s super smart, confident, her only hobbies are studying and solving mysteries, and I think she has the least social skills out of everyone which makes it a really fun dynamic with Daphne! She’s very observant, serious, and despite how hard it is for her to show affection, she really loves her friends, they’re her found family after all. I don’t really like iterations of Velma where she thinks everyone around her is an idiot and it feels like she actually hates the gang. If we can portray her as a teen with trouble showing affection instead of a teen who actually doesn’t feel it, I think the anger issues she had in MI could work really well. Velma is a nerd with sass, biggest believer in ghosts/monsters, walking encyclopedia, and dependent on her friends to get through when she can’t find a solution. She’s interested in mysteries because she is a naturally curious person who’s hungry for knowledge and for a chance to study the supernatural.

Shaggy (and scooby): Shaggy is the anxiety ridden, emotion driven anchor of the group. Yet despite his overwhelming feelings he’s the one who keeps everyone grounded. Everyone else gets so carried away with investigations, clues, and their ambition that they forget where the line is sometimes. But Shaggy is unaffected by that, at the end of the day he seeks security and safety, and he can remind everyone to stop and consider new perspectives. That makes him great at finding clues, him and scooby are always looking where the others aren’t, especially using scoob’s sense of smell and shaggy’s sense of taste. In the 2020 scoob movie they described them as the heart of the group, and in one scene daphne said “with shaggy and scooby gone there was no one to remind us to eat lunch…” AND THAT’S EXACTLY IT. THEY’RE COMEDIC RELIEF, THEY BRING EVERYONE TOGETHER, AND THEYRE GOOD AT FINDING CLUES. I also love iterations of Shaggy where he’s a chef. It’s not his lifelong passion, but he loves food so he loves making it, both for himself and everyone else. He believes food tastes better when shared with others. Shaggy is interested in mysteries because despite the dangerous situations, he feels emotionally safe around his friends, and he also likes traveling if it means he gets to add more food profiles to his palette! Solving mysteries allows him to grow not only as a person, but grow out of his very sheltered life which left him rather naive about the world, but he doesn’t know that yet :) thats where the character development comes in.

Short Scooby part: Along with Shaggy Scooby is a big part of the heart. He’s basically everyone’s emotional support dog, especially shaggy’s, and as a dog he can’t help but go where his weird nose takes him. He brings everyone together, is loyal to his empathy, and he’s interested in mysteries because he’s just happy to be around his friends. I think MI gave him a much bigger and more important role than scooby has ever had before, and frankly I think that’s an excellent use of his character, he makes for a great plot device, I need writers to utilize that.

#i think scooby doo is a special interest of mine-#i know the scooby doo revival has passed since velma hbo is no longer relevant #but i am literally always thinking about scooby doo #scooby doo mystery incorporated #scooby doo #mystery incorporated #fred jones #daphne blake #velma #shaggy #scooby

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Attack Of The Winter Wolf: The End Of An Alpha

Summary- 9.6k Alpha Steve x Little One. Steve and You have been captured by Brock. Ulysses makes an offer to sell you off, Omega's like you are a rare find. But Brock has something else in mind for Steve and You. Sam is already seeking out the pair and maybe someone else is as well.

Warnings- Brutality and death. This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- I have been waiting a long time to get to this point- 2 years? maybe more. I have had this scene in mind since the beginning and I hope I was able to write it the way I pictured it. Thank you to those still reading this series and being so patient. I appreciate everyone who drops comments, reblogs and asks. Thank you @drabblewithfrannybarnes for editing this for me. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics. Much love always 🐺💙

Chapter Eight / Masterlist

“What do you mean we lost them?” Sam yelled out frustrated, the team was down in the tunnels, following Steve and Y/N’s scent, it intermingled with other wolves and Brock’s in a room off one of the tunnels. Natasha picked up traces of it outside of the room, but nothing substantial. She snarled at Sam and he pulled back with a quick apology while the tablet he carried beeped. “Clint found another exit and tire tracks a few miles away. Redwing is scanning the area, picking up traffic patterns and vehicles.”

Natasha and Sam made their way out, the underground bunker being pulled apart by the wolves looking for any clue as to where the packs Alpha and his mate had been taken.

Reaching back to the surface, Natasha bolted off searching for Clint and Sam made his way back to one of the vehicles, Sara laid up in one, freshly bandaged.

“Are you okay?” Sara shifted closer to the edge when she saw her Alpha looking defeated. As soon as he got closer, she wrapped her arms around him and wrinkled her brow in concern. “I felt your anger Sam, Brock got away again. “

“With Steve and Y/N, we have torn that bunker apart Sara. They are not there.” He let his hand rest against her hip, his attention on her thigh, checking to make sure it was bandaged up correctly. “I have everyone out looking for them, even Redwing. They found the escape route and already are looking for other possible underground areas.”

Sara nodded, taking his hand with hers. “Maybe it's time to call Stark again Sam. Also.. good news.” She reached for a bag beside her and unzipped it, showing the asgardian handle of Thor’s blade. “We still have the blade. We can continue cutting off collars binding wolves to Hydra.”

“Well that is good news.” Sam gave a tired sigh. “Damn lucky Steve didn't take that down with him.”

A crackle sounded in his ear. “Sam, Natasha picked up a trail. We are gonna pursue it, going radio silent. As soon as we find something, we will figure out a way to get you on your phone.” Clint informed him. Sam closed his eyes, trying to collect his thoughts. His Wolf stirred in his mind, feeling him mull over what Clint said while attending to his mate, licking at her injured leg.

<Let them go. Natasha has back up with Clint and he will know better then anyone else we have where Brock might go into hiding, the fucking weasel.> He shook his shaggy head as Sara’s Wolf curled at his side.

Sam conceded to his Wolf, if they had the trail it was best to follow it. “Be careful, Redwing should also be overhead your area as well.”

“Sounds good Sam.”

You had dozed for a while close to Steve. He provided a sense of security in this situation, the bond flooded with calm from him. You knew you both were in trouble and might not survive. But in the long moments of the drive, just being close to your mate was enough to let you have some assurance. Every time you woke, Steve was still awake, watching you with crystal clear eyes that constantly met yours. Eyes that you were intimate with, had seen them in all manners of emotions- lust, happiness, anger, sorrow. This one you didn’t want to put a name to though, that would make this too real.

It was when the vehicle started to slope downwards and slow in speed that made you suspect Brock had brought you to another compound. It jerked to a stop and the back opened to flood with light, making both you and Steve wince at the sudden blinding light.

“You son of a bitch, you actually got them.” You heard an amused snarl, and then a pair of hands grasped Steve’s shoulders and dragged him away from you, your Alpha snarling and putting up a fight the whole time. You squealed in protest, trying to twist around in your ties to keep your Alpha in sight. A thud and grunt let you know they dropped him once they pulled him out of the vehicle.

“Collecting Rogers was always on the docket and rather personal for me. This other one, she's a bonus. Don’t worry ‘Mega, we are not leaving you behind.” Brock's voice came, grabbing your ankles and jerking you to the edge. A heavy calloused hand grasped the back of your neck and pulled you to a sit, making you blink rapidly to try to focus your vision after the dizzying way you were jerked around. Your nostrils flared, trying to collect as much information about your surroundings as possible. Nearby Steve was struggling to his knees, trying to sit up but he caught the toe end of Brock's boot to the jaw, sending him sprawling once more. His eyes rolled up when he crashed back into the ground. You saw the burst of blood come from a new cut on his face, making you and your Little Wolf rage.

You snarled behind your gag, but the hand that picked you up was still clasped around the back of your neck squeezed enough to make you yelp in pain and try to wriggle out of the man's hold. Your eyes roved to the side to see who held you captive. A grizzled man you had never seen before checked you out, his face scarred and leathered roughness from a life hard lived, even his scent did not intermingle with other packs. He smelled human, not detecting anything that told you he was a wolf as well. His beard and hair was a dirty gray, his eyes narrow with suspicion and his grin was a cold promise that made you want to pull away from him immediately. You had never seen him before, but you growled in defiance at him, the Little Wolf enraged he had a hand on you. “She bonded to Rogers? If she is, well I would have to find the right buyer but they would pay good for her if she is. She is a pretty little bitch.”

“She is. They bonded a while ago if that mark on her neck is his. But with this bitch, it could be just about anyones. Huh Sweetheart, I remember you well, defiant the whole time Pierce was showing you off.” Brock slipped a collar out of his pocket and leaned down near Steve who was still out of it from the kick to his face. He clicked it around his neck and Brock gave it a tug to make sure it was secure. He waved a hand beckoning armed men to join him. “Bring him to the first cage, it's all set up for him.”

“You should really let me see what my buyers will give me for her.”

“I was gonna buy her off Pierce.” Brock approached you, your glare turning back to him as he dragged a finger down the side of your face. “Remember that Sweetheart? We had a good time didn't we? Till your little defiant ass wouldn't accept my bite.” You wrenched your head away from his touch as much as possible, heaving behind the gag. “You let Steve see you are a real bitch yet? You seem to have him fooled, calling you Little One.” Brock snapped out while slapping his hand against your cheek in a degrading tap. “Pierce couldn't make this bitch submit to anyone, what makes you think you can Ulysses?”

“Omega right? A rare species now. A shifter that can choose to refuse an Alpha. If she chose to bond to Rogers and submit, it was because she and her beast accepted him.” Ulysses continued inspecting you amidst your struggles, if you weren't bound and gagged, you would have attacked him by now. He grabbed a handful of your hair at the back of your head to twist viciously, trying to make you stay still. “Pierce wasn’t looking for the right buyers, he was an amatuer. Nah, there are shifters who will pay good money for an Omega, and a bonded one at that. Makes the game of breaking them that more satisfying. Any Beta will bow to an Alpha that they belong to and are driven to respect those that they don’t belong to, but an Omega, they are defiant. Their loyalty is either earned or beaten into them. Some Alphas like that fight.”

Brock seemed to consider your fate, his eyes going up and down like you were his. “As much as I hate defiant bitches, this one is still useful to me. I'm keeping her. I got some others you can take with you though.” He motioned for the men who had dragged Steve away earlier. “Put her at the other end, I don’t want these two connecting through their bond.”

Ulysses let you go, sighing as he saw you being taken away, muttering. “Gold mine right there getting away.” Brock snapped the back of the vehicle closed.

“Do you want the others or not?”

“Course I do, that's why I came here, isn't it.”

Steve started to come around, this time when he woke up his hands and legs were free from the bindings, but there was a cool bite of metal circling around his neck. He felt it when he swallowed, growing snug around him. His fingers traced around it, looking for a release but there was none to be found. A look around the cage showed he was alone. Steve knew they wouldn't let you stay near him, the Alpha already was calling for his Little Wolf but there was no answer. She was too far away, which meant you were too far away.

But you were still alive, he felt that much in the bond and that alone was keeping him calm. He paced around the cage, searching for any weak spots but it was built to withstand shifters. The Alpha paced in his mind, constantly vigilant.

Steve’s eyes roamed the barrier of the room, inhaling deeply to draw in any scents he could, any information he could gather to help. They haven’t hurt her, we would feel it.

That bit of information didn’t ease Steve or the Alpha. It was only a matter of how long Brock would drag this out before he did something. A click at the door made Steve swing around to see who was entering his cage. Steve growled the second Brock came into view, making the Alpha rumble darkly as well. He paused though, eyeing his captor through the bars. “Where is Y/N?”

“Not in here as you can tell.” A cool smile flashed as others followed in behind him, weapons raised and pointed right at Steve, fingers on the triggers. “Do anything and you really won’t see her again.”

That caused Steve to snarl and lash out. “What have you done with her?”

“Cool it Rogers, you will see her soon enough.” Brock dug out his phone and held it up to show you in an area similar to his, only your’s had some comforts- bed, blankets neatly folded up at the end, a sink. You were pacing the small area, going corner to corner and running your hands over the walls. There was no sound, but Steve could see you pounding your fists on the walls and the tension in your body, you were screaming. Steve studied the photo as much as he was able to before Brock snatched it away, shoving it back into his pocket. “Even gave her some decent accommodations. Even though I shouldn’t since she killed Alanna, I should have known you wouldn’t have killed the bitch.” Steve remained silent. “Ulysses wanted to sell your girl, could have made a pretty profit off her too, guess those Omegas are something special?” Brock shrugged as if he couldn't see it.

Steve felt his gut drop listening to Brock, you had already survived that trauma before, it still haunted you at times. Steve and the Alpha were helpless to do anything in this cage and that guilt made his stomach roll, the Alpha tried taking over, wanting to attack Brock. Steve managed to keep him contained, a hue of yellow in his eyes flashing through and a raging snarl of bared teeth, but then it all drew back.

“Losing control of your Wolf, Rogers? That's not good. You might wanna try harder.” Brock taunted.

Steve drew in a deep breath before speaking again. “Brock don’t do that to her, I know you're not that much of a bastard. She killed Alanna because she was going to attack me. You want to avenge her? Then take it out on me.”

Brock smirked coldy at this, the Alpha pinning his ears back. <Let me rip his throat out.>

Fucking cool it. Right now this is about keeping Y/N safe. Steve snapped back, trying to loosen the metal collar around his neck.

“You are right, not a bastard at all. You will see your mate in a few hours.” Brock moved to leave before turning back to face Steve. “Oh, and good luck trying to remove that, Rogers. It’s made out of vibranium. It’s not quite like what I had on the others or Barnes.”

“What’s that mean?” Steve questioned, but Brock chose this moment to end the conversation, his phone going off. He started walking away while hitting redial, leaving Steve yelling after him. “What the fuck does that mean Rumlow?”

<How did he get the panthers vibranium?> The Alpha questioned as Steve searched the collar once more, at a loss on how to answer.

You sat on the edge of the bed staring at the door. On the outside, you looked cool and calm now, almost unbothered. Inside was a different story, panic had settled into your chest, it was all consuming how much you couldn’t sense anything beyond the panic that caused your heart to slam in your chest and all the worst possible scenarios to play in your mind. You had no idea if Steve was even still alive. The Little Wolf whined at you, trying to get your attention.

No… much worse. Who knows what they are doing to Steve. What if they killed him? Torturing him? Look at what they did to Bucky.

<Y/N, the bond is still there even if we can’t go to them.> The Little Wolf pointed out and you immediately felt that connection once the panic subsided. There was anger, stress and fear from Steve. But there wasn't any pain. You breathed out suddenly realizing that Steve was still with you, you just had to calm down.

“Oh god, what are we going to do?” You muttered out loud. So far you have been left entirely alone for hours. It was getting to be too much, every minute that ticked by becoming unbearable. “Fuck, screw this.” You snarled out and pushed yourself to a stand, going to the door of the room and slamming your fists against the door. “Let me out! Open this fucking door right now!” Your wrists started to hurt while you repeatedly slammed your palms against the door, kicking at it and making threats. It was when it clicked you stepped back, angry tears streaming down your face. The door swung open to Brock waiting on the other side, alone.

You bared your teeth and swung at him with a fist, but he caught your fist aiming for his face and pulled you into a twist, slamming your back to his chest. “Your Alpha wasn’t even this riled up.” He pressed his words against your temple. “I don’t remember you being this ridiculous with Pierce.” His tongue dragged along your jawline and you recoiled, kicking your foot backwards as hard as you could. You luckily caught him in the shin, making him snarl in pain and his grip tightened on you enough to make you yelp. His hand came up to wrench your head to the side so he could see Steve’s bite mark. “I had two bitches with this in my care. Both of you were a pain in my ass too.”

You snarled again, straining your head as far away from Brock as you could, but he constantly invaded closer, his scent rubbing into you where he rubbed his chin against your neck purposely over where Steve had bitten you, his body hard and unyielding against yours making it impossible to escape this assault. It made you want to gag knowing he was scent marking you as his. You were about to take aim again when he wrenched you around to face him, his hand circling your throat, his fingers purposely digging into the one scar that mattered to you. “Keep it up and I will replace that pretty little mark with one of my own.”

The Little Wolf withered, feeling his hands on you and that connection you still shared with Steve must have alarmed your Alpha because you started to hear the faint sound of crashing and roaring, but it was so far away. You tried to break out of Brock’s hold, but he dragged you the opposite way, making you whine the further away you were being taken away from Steve. “What have you done with Steve?” You wheezed out, your hands coming to grasp his wrist in an attempt to loosen his hold.

“Nothing. He was secured just like you were. Your little bitch fit must have set him off..” Brock remarked. You stumbled along with him. “As I promised him, you will be reunited soon.”

<Do you hear that?> The Little Wolf panted out anxiously, all your senses sharpened to hear echoes, yipping, snarls and howls. The air became drenched with the scent of unfamiliar Alphas.

No, nononono. You whined to yourself, last time it was this heavy was when you were trapped on the sales floor, Pierce parading you out for others to decide if they wanted to purchase you. Brock thumped a fist against the steel door and when the lock sprung, he pushed you in to stumble into a pile of people, hands all over you pulling you towards the middle of the room. Wolves snapped at you, feeling their teeth graze you as well as hands grab at you made you panic and claustrophobia blinded your senses. It was like you were being swallowed alive and drowning in it all. You cuffed and kicked at anyone within reach, stunned when you were slammed onto the floor, leaving you gasping as you rolled into a fetal position, trying to protect yourself. It went silent all of the sudden, all you could hear was your heavy panting.

You lifted your head and scrambled to your feet, trying to make sense of what you were looking at. Shifters, all alpha’s surrounded the room, eyes on you. Some were tense, ready to pounce, pacing back and forth, others were eerily still. Your hand instinctively touched Steve’s bite mark, assuring yourself it was still there. Your eyes roved over so many alphas that it was unnatural to see so many in one space. Then your attention was drawn to a parting in the crowd, Brock coming through leisurely. “So the problem with these collars is I don't think they will work on you. Beta’s and most Alpha’s. But not you Omega’s. So… what should I do with you? I can’t use you. Well, not like I can use them.” His hand dropped to a wolf’s head next to him, almost giving what seemed like an affectionate pat.

“Brock… go fuck yourself.” You hissed out in rage at him. “I hope Steve lets me wring your neck.”

“Like you did Alanna? Or did you use the wolf? Satisfying, wasn’t it?” He dropped his hand from the wolf and approached you. You refused to cower, not to him, not to anyone. Your head lifted in defiance and you never broke eye contact. “Did you feel that rush, Y/N? Just imagine what more of that power feels like. No one can touch you.” He snapped his fingers and the alpha’s in the room lowered for him. “You can be completely in charge.”

<Is he trying to recruit us?> The Little Wolf questioned in shock.

Well he can fuck off.

“You are an Omega, far more powerful than any give you credit for.” Brock continued. “I'm a man who knows how to cultivate it. Come on Y/N, aren’t you tired of people telling you what to do?”

“All I want is my mate.”

He pulled in closer and you immediately drew back, as he stalked you towards the alphas, you finally had to let him into your space, violent growls behind you, warning you.

You still refused to lower yourself for him. “Steve’s weak, look how easily I caught you two. See Sweetheart, Steve was always the runt of the pack. Now, I can give you more, Hydra is growing bigger than any of you can guess and I’m bringing in a new time for the Shifters. You are more compassionate than I am, something I’m missing.” His hand came up and grasped your chin, making you look at him. “You can bring me some peace and together…” His lips pressed to yours, your own curling in a grimace as he continued trying to soften you for him. “We will make Wolves something special again.”

You stayed still for a moment, a look of peace and calm. Brock didn't notice the way your hand wound up till it was too late and your hand came across his face sharply, making him hiss as his face swung sideways. “Get your hands off me, mutt. I belong to Steve.”

That made Brock recoil a bit, his features darkening once more at being insulted. “Always loyal to Rogers, that will be your downfall, bitch.” Looking over his shoulder he barked out a command that made the crowd part once more, and this time you saw Steve being pushed into the room.

He saw you at the same time causing him to break the hold they had on him and strided towards you. You darted out of Brock’s reach now that he was distracted and rushed to Steve, your hands moved over his chest to see if he was hurt as he cupped your face. “Did he hurt you? I felt your fear and panic.”

Shaking your head, you clung to him, embracing in the onslaught of energy the reconnected wolves was causing, as well as the bond flooded with both yours and Steve’s feelings. He wrapped his arms around you, enclosing you into the safety of his body as he pressed his nose in the crown of your head, finding his peace for a few seconds before yellow flashing eyes snapped open, honed in on Brock.

“I told you, I wasn’t going to hurt her.” Brock retorted. “She is pretty loyal to you too, I offered her safety with Hydra, the same offer I had made to your first mate. But Y/N simply wasn't having it.”

You rumbled in Steve’s chest while his hand rubbed at your back, Steve ignoring Brock as he focused on you. His nostrils flared at the way he scented Brock against your neck and your face, growling angrily that he dared touch you. “I’m sorry Steve. I couldn't stop him.”

“Hey.” He nudged at you gently, a brush of his mouth to your ear, whispering. “All I can smell is your sweetness Little One, nothing can cover that.”

Brock watched amused at this display of affection between you two. You clinging to Steve and him keeping you enveloped in his hold like he could keep you safe. “So tit for tat.” Brock stated coldly. “You are gonna end her since she won’t join me. Seems fitting right? Kill the love of your life, Rogers.”

Steve pulled you behind him to keep you away from Brock, you in turn spun around to watch his back, snarling a warning at the alphas surrounding the area. You felt Steve’s hand grasping yours and you pushed your hold into his, fingers weaving together to keep in contact with you. “I would never.”

The Alpha nudged at the Little Wolf, raging in Steve’s mind. <Let me out.>

All these Alphas will be on you before we even finish shifting.

Steve’s eyes roamed at the alpha’s coiling at Brock’s feet, the intensity of the room making them start to pant and froth, eyes going wild as they were held in restraint.

It’s not just us- His hold tightened on you, still looking for a way the two of you could break through and get away.

“Steve.” Your tone was calm but Steve felt the panic building in the bond, was it yours or his? It was hard to distinguish right now. “There are so many.”

His teeth bared at Brock who kept taunting. “You know you don’t have enough power here, Steve, the two of you against so many Alphas.” His hand went back to petting at one by his side, the animal pinning his ears back to submit, and much like the others frothing at the mouth to attack. “You also know what I will do to her… There are things worse than death after all.”

You had heard enough of Brock taunting Steve, twisting around ready to attack when Steve grabbed a hold of you to keep you from lunging at him. “Imma kill you myself.” You screamed, trying to push at Steve’s hands on you. “Do what you’re going to do or fuck off.” You snorted, finally letting Steve pull you back against him, but you were bristling in your rage, the Little Wolf struggling to be let free.

“Same deal goes to you ‘Mega. I have no issue turning your Alpha into Hydra’s greatest weapon. Imagine… The White Wolf and The Alpha under Hydra’s order…” Brock hissed in satisfaction. “Two trained howling commando soldiers who know Shield in and out, with a whole league of my alpha’s under them.”

“You don’t have Bucky anymore, Steve broke the collar.” You snapped out, looking for anything that could give you and Steve the upperhand.

“Temporary, as soon as I have your Alpha under control, he can go on the hunt for his pal, especially since you won’t be distracting him anymore. You know your Alpha, will he find the White Wolf for me?”

You felt Steve’s hold waver on you and a glance at him showed the distraught look he had, both of you knowing the answer. If Steve was under the same spell from the collar, nothing would stop him from hunting down Bucky, especially with Hydra’s advanced technology at his disposal. You turned back to Brock without an answer, you didn't have one since you refused to admit he was right. “I tire of this.” Brock muttered to the Alpha he was dragging his hand over. “Ty teper' moye oruzhiye Steve Rogers.” His tone turned commanding, his sneer cold aimed at you.

You felt a bite of pain, coming from Steve as he snarled in surprise, dropping to his knees. The alpha’s all around you started to yip and howl at the excitement. You twisted to your mate, going to your knees in front of him as he doubled over, his forehead pressing to the dusty cement floor, crying out at the feeling.

“Steve! What’s happening?” You tried lifting his head off the ground, but he was so rigid in trying to handle what was happening that you couldn't budge him. “STEVE!”

Steve hadn’t been prepared for the trigger words activating the collar, drilling spikes attached to his neck and the power it radiated combated his free will. Brock didn't lie when he said this one was more powerful, inside the Alpha was withering in pain while the Little Wolf weaved around him, trying to figure out what was causing him pain. Steve could still hear you, feel your hands against his face digging into his jaw, trying to lift him.

He could feel it, starting to lose control of himself, starting to slide over into the mindlessness that the other alphas were under. That also meant you weren't safe, not with him anymore. His eyes lifted, pushing the pain back enough to focus on you. You who was his everything and he couldn’t save you. His hands clenched at yours that were covering his cheeks. “Little One, listen to me. You gotta get out of here. You can’t trust me. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

You could feel you and your Little Wolf starting to really panic. “Steve? What does that mean? I will not leave without you.” You whined out, shifting closer to him. “Whatever’s happening, we will figure it out, we always do.”

“I’m sorry, I have to.” You could see his eyes watering and his gaze dropped to your mouth, pressing his mouth to your’s fiercely, it was quick, mere seconds but it was enough for you to know what he was about to do. It made you clutch at him, refusing to accept it as you pleaded with him not to do it, but Steve pushed you away, succumbing to the pain once more with a scream.

“Don’t you dare Steve!” You tried to scramble back to him when it happened, a shatter like your mind splintered, your hands coming to cover your ears as the howling and Brock’s laughter added to the piercing shatter. Your Little Wolf started calling for her Alpha, trying to reconnect with him but the bond was just gone. You couldn’t feel Steve with you anymore, couldn’t feel his pain and regret, his support or love, everything that connected the two of you was ripped apart. “No Steve, please.” You sobbed as you regained some control, seeking him out. “Not this…”

Sorrowed eyes looked at you one last time before they went blank, losing any recognition for you. That scared you, seeing him straighten and look at you without any warmth in them, just cold and calculating, almost inspecting you kneeling at his feet. “S-Steve?” you breathed out, seeking any kind of recognition from him but there was nothing that softened in him towards you, your hand wavered to touch him but he stepped back away from you, a growl rising from Steve warning you off him.

<What is happening to our Alpha?> The Little Wolf cowered, her ears flattened and whining out. <Why can’t I reach him?>

He broke our bond before Brock took control.

“Soldier.” Brock snapped out as you stared up at Steve, trying to control the panic. “Collect that bitch at your feet for me.”

You yelped when Steve’s hand shot down to twist in your hair, half lifting you while you screamed, twisting in his hold and trying to make him let you go. There was no breaking out of Steve’s grip, your body being dragged over to Brock who nudged at you when Steve dropped you in front of him. “Still want to be faithful to Steve? He will do anything I tell him to.” Your Little Wolf pushed once more for control, making your features contort briefly in your rage and fear, before you composed yourself once more.

“Always, I know that isn’t Steve doing this.” You spat at him.

“Then you are in for a world of hurt, Honey.” Brock sneered. “Destroy her, Soldier… make it slow.”

You twisted to try getting away from Steve but he grabbed at the back of your neck this time, digging in enough to make you arch in pain, gasping out as he dragged you to your feet before him. “Steve… Please don’t do this, you wouldn’t ever hurt me.” You struggled in his hold, going to your tiptoes to relieve the pressure. Your Little Wolf curled in on herself and you struggled in Steve’s hold. Everything in you wanted to reach for him, he had been your safety, his touch showed you nothing but love, and now none of that remained in him. Tears were freely streaming down your face as you felt yourself breaking at the loss. “I know this isn’t you, Steve… I love you, I do so much, Alpha.” He flung you into the ground, making you skid roughly against the unforgiving cement, causing you to gasp in pain. Twisting around, you were quick to shift into the Little Wolf, turning on your mate while he advanced on you.

The other alpha’s snapped at you, still being held in place while Steve started to close in on you. You pinned your ears back, slinking away from him while keeping your eyes on him. You could only predict what he would do and when he lunged to grab at your scruff, you darted to the side, barely escaping his grasp. But not his foot, it connected to your side, making you yelp as you went flying into the mass of wolves. Their tension made them break, raging snarls as they bit at you, making you squeal in pain and panic.

“Get off her!” Brock yelled as a silver mass of Steve’s Alpha started ripping other wolves away, the Little Wolf fighting the urge to go to her Alpha. He wasn't your safety, as much as you felt he was. As soon as there was room to move, you darted away from the group of alpha’s but Steve was on top of you, grasping at your scruff and twisting you till you were flashing your weak spots to him. In a last attempt to reach him, you shifted back, your hands burying into his ruff to hold him back. His breath was hot against your face and long fangs were inches from your face. Brock was just out of sight, but you sensed him coming closer. “Should I have him end you now? Or play with you for a while like I let Bucky do to Cassandra?”

You did your best ignoring Brock while you held onto Steve, trying to keep him from mauling you. The Little Wolf was shattered, seeing her mate trying to hurt you. <Tell him it’s okay, that we know he doesn’t have control.>

If he ever comes out of this, he will never forgive himself. You mourned for Steve having to do this, knew that he would blame himself for not protecting you. Your body was already bruised from him, the aches starting to make you stiffen. You searched his eyes, slowly loosening your hold enough so instead you could appreciate the softness of his fur and recall the good you two shared, all those times he showed you he loved you. “Please don’t hate yourself for this Steve, I know you are in there somewhere, we know this isn't your fault.”

Brock’s shoes came closer till he squatted next to Steve, looking down at you. “I was told that a part of them lingers, I don’t know… but I do hope he is witnessing what he is doing to you.” You refused to look at him, keeping your gaze on your snarling Alpha instead. “Soldier, shift back… strangle her, time we got to work on finding out White Wolf.” There was a relief when the Alpha pulled back, your arms falling in relief.

Steve did as he was told, his hands circling your neck, his thumb brushing brutally over his bite mark. You pushed at his chest, trying to dislodge him but it was pointless. His hips pinned against yours to keep you under him, his other hand dragged your hands above your head and you had to submit under him as his hand started to squeeze your neck. “Ste-ve-” you tried one last time before your air was cut off, bucking underneath him. Brock watched with satisfaction as your last bit of air was squeezed from you, your eyes rolling up and your struggles growing weaker. Black spots started to filter in your vision and your lungs burned. Your body struggling to inhale, do anything to drag in air. Your fight started simmering to non existent, your body starting to give in and let go.

Steve was too strong, crushing you underneath him. His brows came together, studying you as you felt your body start to succumb. “This wolf, she smells just like me.” He hesitated, withdrawing his hand a fraction and you choked out as air was able to seep into your lungs once more.

“She was your bitch, your double crossing whore.” Brock snapped out. “And I told you to kill her.”

Your eyes watered and your hands tried pulling from his hold. “No.” You croaked out, trying to wildly catch Steve’s attention again. “Never, I would-” you started coughing again, his fingers gentle on your neck, tracing the bite mark. “-wouldn’t hurt you like that, we were-” your coughs covered your words again, Brock screaming commands to Steve again. You pulled at your hands again and he had his hold loose enough so you could pull one free, shooting to trace at the juncture on his neck and shoulder, pressing lightly. “This is where you asked me to bite you when we bonded.” You wheezed out, his hand lifting away from your neck to trace where your fingers were pressing, finally allowing you to draw in a real breath. Gasping underneath Steve, you were caught by surprise at Brock kicking Steve off you, growling in anger.

“I will end the bitch myself.” You curled up to protect yourself, struggling to get out of his hold while he whipped you back to straddle you, hitting you several times to subdue you till he once more cut off your air.

This time you didnt think you were going to make it while you clawed at him, tried kicking him off you. Steve was in a daze, still fighting that compulsion he was under and fight the compulsion of the collar to remember who you were. Brock's face came inches to yours, his palms viciously pressing against your windpipe. “When I’m done with Steve, I promise I will release him so he can remember everything he did to you before he dies.”

You clawed at his face, dragging your nails over an eye and down his cheek, your other hand a fist that pounded at his arms. This time your struggles were weakening you faster, the Little Wolf struggling to shift but you couldn’t focus enough to allow the change, your vision kept dimming, black and white sparks in your vision.

This was it, it was your ending and the only thing you found yourself being thankful for was that it wasn’t from Steve’s hand.

Something happened, a loud crack and Brock suddenly dropped on top of you with a loud scream of pain. Once more you were, now quite painfully, able to breathe again and he pushed off you to whip around, snarling at the intruders. A knife protruded from his shoulder blade that he reached over his head to yank out, screaming. “Get him, get him!” Looking right at Steve, he pointed at the entrance. “Bring me him alive Soldier.”

Bucky was ready for the onslaught of alphas coming for him and a smaller black wolf took advantage of the distraction to push her way into the surging pack of alphas. They all ignored her to attack the man. They had their orders. She broke free from them and dashed to you while you were still coughing and trying to push yourself up off the floor. The black wolf nudged up under you, taking your weight as you moved up to a kneel. Immediately you recognized Kat, falling against her. “Steve, he’s-” You choked on your words and your hands pressed to your neck, she whined loudly and glanced over your shoulder to the alpha’s. You looked over to see Bucky trying to fight them off, once in a while with use of his metal-plated arm, he was able to wrench a collar off a wolf, stunning them with the sudden freedom. “Kat, get Y/N out of here now!” Bucky yelled, wrenching another alpha free of his restraints. Steve continued pushing through the mass.

His mission- to collect Bucky alive.

Kat whined again, pushing to get you to your feet. You tried to get yourself moving, your body protesting. “Where do you think you are going?” Brock's taunting tone echoed around the two of you and Kat twisted herself in front of you, rage filled at the one who caused all this.

“Cute, what’s a Beta gonna do when I have control of her Alpha.” He twisted the knife in his hand that he had pulled from his shoulder earlier. “Yeah, I remember you pup, you're from Pierce’s pack, right along with her. Caine wasn’t it? Your new Alpha?” You could see Kat visibily shake at the mention of Caine and you grasped her to pull her towards you.

“Don’t listen to him!” Your voice is a hoarse whisper now.

“Come on pup, don’t you want to see him again? Caine!” Brock barked out and you worriedly looked over his shoulder to see a young but massive black wolf break from the pack. Kat whined seeing Caine trotting towards the two of you.

Bucky could see Steve working his way closer, he had seconds till he would be on him, which is what Bucky wanted ultimately. Of course, the controlled alpha’s coming for him was proving to be an issue. This wasn't a move he could keep up much longer, fighting off the attacking wolves and freeing them from their collars. The one saving grace was that these collars snapped so easily, the metal almost flimsy when he twisted that he was leaving a pile of alphas simply stunned, trying to regain themselves now that they were free of the collar's control. “You know…” He kicked off another while pulling one off his back and yanking her collar off too. “... anytime any of you want to help, feel fucking free to.”

“Cut them some slack Buck.” A familiar voice sounded near him, several uncollared wolves and people streaming through the compound's door, stunning Bucky for a few moments. “They were under some sort of freaky ass mind control!” Sam came through, wielding a blade in his hand.

“Christ, am I glad to see you!” Bucky fell back a moment, letting his packmates take over. Clint bounded next to him, brushing up against his leg before he leaped into the mass, tussling with other wolves to subdue them. Natasha nipped at Bucky from the opposite side before she joined Sara in the chaos.

“And which Buck am I talking to?” Sam pinned down another alpha, swiping a blade along the weak metal, easily cutting through it. Bucky joined him once again, grasping another and twisting the struggling wolf as Sam made the same cut, releasing the beast who shifted to a person, dazed and confused. Behind Sam and Bucky, Sara and Laura started pulling the freed alpha’s out, getting them out of harm's way.

“The one who is fucking jealous of that dagger you got! And the one who won’t hesitate to kick your ass in front of Sara. How did you get here?”

“Yeah, then you gotta deal with her.” Sam snapped as he glanced at Steve, whom just reached them and was taking a swing at him. “Fine, I’m talking to Bucky, but that ain’t Steve.” He had to stumble back again out of Steve’s reach. “Redwing tracked Steve and Y/N here, Clint and Natasha confirmed they were inside. How did you get here?”

“What’s a Redwing?” Bucky ducked Steve’s swing and hit him back. “Sure it’s Steve… he is just fucked up right now. That doesn’t look like the collar I had on either.” Bucky took Steve’s attacks next, the two men wrestling with one another, Bucky trying to pin Steve down. “Also did you forget I was Brock’s fucking slave for the past year? We stayed here plenty of times.”

Sam made a grab at Steve from behind, getting an elbow to the gut that made him double over.

“Fuck” Bucky snarled out, catching sight of Brock cornering you and Kat with Caine, he pushed his weight into Steve, making him fall back and making him tumble over Sam.

Brock could already tell this was a losing fight now, but he wasn’t leaving without taking the one thing he could from Steve. You and Kat both had been backed into a corner, a mass of fighting alpha and other Pack wolves keeping them from being able to get out, not to mention you refused to leave Steve behind. You couldn’t.

By now you had shifted, the Little Wolf siding with Kat trying to keep Caine at bay. He easily anticipated each of your attacks, the alpha nipping at both of you whenever you two tried to . “Only fair bitch, you killed Alanna.”

It was a lie, he could care less about Alanna and you knew it. You snapped your fangs at Caine coming close when you saw a flutter of clothing being tossed away. Kat kept behind you, struggling with her impulse to submit to Caine. A large alpha took Brock's place, making you back up further against Kat. Caine paused, ears pricked at Brock. They advanced on you now, making Kat whine and you growl out in a warning. They didn’t pause and there was no way you injured and Kat being manipulated could come out of this fight.

You bristled in fear and agitation, sinking your fangs into Caine who came closer first, grabbing his foreleg and doing everything to cripple him without outright killing him. It resulted in Brock leaping at Kat and scuffling with her while Caine ripped into your back.

You were quickly going numb, your energy wearing out when Caine tossed you through the air to land near Brock who pounded into Kat till she scuttled out of his reach, using the distraction you gave being flung.

Like a lamb for slaughter, Brock turned on you with his tongue rolling over his bloodied muzzle, his wolfish grin menacing. You rolled to your belly, waiting for him to come closer. He might tear you to shreds, but good luck shaking you off his throat if you can get ahold of him. You quivered in anticipation, calculating just when to leap.

Closer, you could smell the stank of his hot breath coming from his pants, feel the vibrations of his footfalls on the concrete floor, and everything else going on around you sank away. It was all about ending Brock, maybe then the hold on Steve and the other alpha’s would end.

You never got a chance, a silver arm reached into your line of sight when Brock lunged at you. Instead of ripping into you, fangs snapped against the shielded arm. The sheer force had to break some of the wolf’s teeth, and you scuttled away while Bucky grabbed at Brock. “Don’t you touch my Alpha’s mate!”

You turned to Caine, who was pinning Kat to the ground with warning growls. She squealed in fear as his fangs hovered over her muzzle, ready to crush her when you challenged him. The big black Alpha let Kat go and turned to you, accepting the challenge of leadership.

Bucky and Brock were powerful forces going around the room, crashing into other wolves the whole time. It wasn’t till Bucky flipped Brock to his back with a slamming force to stun him did he pull out a dagger from the strap on his thigh, plunging the blade in between ribs and into the alpha's lungs, several times. Brock couldn't pull away fast enough from the attack and all his tender places were ripped open. His panicked noises were gargled with fluid, the wolf struggling in Bucky’s hold. His eyes roved around in panic, while Bucky lifted the struggling wolf by his neck, giving a vicious twist to snap his neck and let the body slither back to the floor, no longer a danger.

Caine was about to attack your broken body again, but he whined in alarm and the wolf was a man once again, looking panicked and lost. You sunk down next to Kat, relieved for the sudden change. Bucky rushed over to you and you cowered next to Kat, half expecting him to attack but Kat leaped at him, weaving around him joyously. “Y/N, come on… it’s time to get out of here. You can trust me.” Bucky knelt next to you, his hands hovering near you to let you sniff him.

The moment Brock’s neck snapped, the alpha’s stopped fighting, most of them falling into dazes as they shifted from wolves to humans once more, their hands coming up to pull at the collars binding them. They started submitting to the Pack’s wolves attacking them. Sara yipped for everyone to stop. The woman shifted back and carefully kneeled next to one, trying to talk to him.

Sam had Steve in a locked hold when he felt the man go lax against him. Sam took the moment to pin Steve down, the man looking up at Sam with a clear look of confusion on his face “Sam?” Steve suddenly panted out, almost breathless as a sheen of sweat coated his face.

“Man is that you?” Sam released him and Steve rolled to a sit, blinking at him, shaking his head to try clearing his mind. “That better be you or else I’m going to have to keep kicking your ass.”

Steve’s hand pressed to his throbbing head. “What happened?” His hand felt around his neck, grasping at the barbed collar still digging into his neck. “Do you have the knife?”

“Yeah man, just… Fuck its dug right into you.” Sam cursed as he tried wedging the blade underneath it. “It’s not cutting through.”

Sam beckoned Sara over. She came over, kneeling next to Steve.

“I’m glad to see you Alpha.” She said softly, her hand brushing against him while Sam handed her the blade.

“Start cutting them loose Sara. We gotta get these collars off before they activate or whatever again.”

Steve was still half in a daze when his hand came up to touch his bonding mark, worry masked his eyes. “Where’s Little One?” Then he started to panic as he tried to reach out for you but there was nothing but emptiness where the bond once was. “Where is Y/N?”

Sam gave him a confused look. “She’s across the room, you can’t feel her?”

“No… I- I must have…” He tugged at the collar once more, trying to get himself off the floor to go find you.

“Must have what? Stay put.” Sam pushed him back down, wrenching his hand off the collar. “Bucky is getting the vibranium. You are gonna tear your neck up if you keep pulling at it”

Sara frowned as well, trying to make sense of what Steve was saying, when it dawned on her, she gasped lightly, the thought of it making her eyes tear up. “Sam, he broke his bond.”

“I had too, I couldn’t let Brock have that access to her.” Steve said defeated, more recollection of what happened started to filter back to him. “Oh god… I almost- I almost killed her.” His hands started shaking at the realization of what he had done.

Sara passed a look with Sam. “Hey, Steve… I'm going to go check on her right now, okay?” She gave him a reassuring smile. “She’s gonna be okay.”

Steve nodded, a bit lost looking as Sara made her way away from the two Alpha’s, handing the knife off to Natasha while going to look for you. Sam caught Steve’s attention while the Alpha started to look lost again. “Hey, Y/N is a fighter, always have been. Like Sara said, she will be okay.”

Steve started to push himself up off the ground once more. “I gotta talk to her.”

“No man, you really don’t. You are in no shape now. Let Sara do her thing, okay. We gotta get this collar off you first and where the fuck is Bucky?” He snapped in agitation, looking around as he kept a hold of Steve, trying to keep him in place. Bucky jogged up when he heard his name, calling Sam’s name. Approaching Steve and Sam, he scowled slightly at the collar. “Vibranium? That knife won’t cut through the collar. But perhaps Tony might be able to extract the collar?”

Sam was already digging out his phone when Sara started to call him from across the room in a worried tone. “Call Stark, tell him were coming with Steve. Coming!” He pushed Steve firmly to a sit, using a strong Alpha tone to command him. “Dont you move from this spot.”

Before Sam took off, Bucky walked him a bit away from Sam, studying Steve. “Sam, Y/N, she is bad. We need to get her to a hospital right now.” Bucky’s attention turned back to Sam. “Until we get that collar off him, we probably shouldnt let him near Y/N.” Sam shook his head a bit confused as to why. “Sam, he was this close to killing her like he said. I know he wouldn’t ever harm her, but if he is triggered again with that collar, she is going to be in danger. Brock gave him his mission and that was to kill her.”

“Okay, okay… stay with him. I'm gonna go talk to Sara and see about getting Y/N out of here until we get this figured out.” Sam sighed with one last look at his Alpha before he split away, leaving Bucky to help Steve.

Sam weaved through freed wolves, seeking out his mate. He could smell her distress already and when he found her, she was kneeling next to you, who was clearly struggling to breath. “Sam, we gotta get her to a doctor, she can't breathe.”

Sam knelt next to you, your face, neck and chest was starting to darken and swell, but your neck was the worst. Your breathing was coming in fractured wheezes and you couldn't speak anymore. “Sara and Natasha are taking you to a doctor.” Sam turned to look at Sara. “Make up whatever lies you two can think of to get them to treat her. We're taking Steve to Stark to get that collar off. Bucky said until we do, we got to keep them apart.” You clutched at Sam’s hand, wheezing out. It was clear you wanted to know about Steve. Sam squeezed your hand reassuringly. “Tony will have an idea of how to get it off. I will talk to Banner about getting you transferred. But you gotta go with Natasha and Sara now, please. We can’t loose you, Y/N.”

Sara nodded in understanding, moving to a stand to get you up, Kat on your other side to help you up. “I'm going too.”

“I need you with me Kat. You gotta help me with these wolves. Don’t worry, Sara and Nat will make sure she is safe.”

It was so hard to breathe, between Steve, Caine and Brock, your neck felt like you were breathing through a crushed straw. Your voice entirely gone. Sara hovered at your side, leaning down near you. “We’re gonna get you to the hospital now.” Her eyes roved over your neck worried.

You tried to talk to ask about Steve. You wanted to see him at least to see that he was okay before they took you away. You couldn’t see him in the crowd and that was making you panic. Your wheezing got more violent until you choked in frustration that you couldn’t ask the far more important question. “Calm down, its okay, Y/N.” Sara continued, not picking up what you really needed. Your hands curled in her clothing as she got you to a stand and you shook her, making her really look at you while you mouthed his name.

“Steve is okay.” Natasha came up on your other side, answering for Sara. “He is with Bucky and Sam will be back to him in a moment.” Your eyes turned grateful to Natasha. You wanted to see him, as the two women led you out another entrance, you started to stall, realizing you weren't being taken to Steve. “Y/N…” Natasha turned on you, trying to maintain calmness. “Listen to me, I know you want to see him, but he still doesn't have the collar off.”

Sara nodded to affirm. “We just don’t know if seeing you will trigger it again, Y/N. If he attacked you again… It will destroy him knowing already he hurt you this bad.”

Your eyes glared at Natasha who shrugged at you. “He won't care that it wasn't all him. He will see that and immediately blame himself even if it wasn't his fault.”

Sara nudged you to keep you moving, the three of you finally moving forward again. Sara had her arm wrapped around your waist. “It’s just a precaution Y/N, as soon as they have him free, he will come find you.” She smiled softly and you took that to heart, this was Steve, you two could work through this together.

Once they got the collar off him.

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broke-on-books · 10 months

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☕️ WNSD

🎶 We're coming after you, We're gonna solve that mysteryyyyy 🎶

No okay but I loooovvvveeeeee What's New so much oh my god. It's probably the iteration of Scooby I've seen the highest percentage of episodes of (excluding SDMI) and if I had to pick my favorite Scooby series of them all. More than any of the others really (although a little WAY), What's New was the Scooby of my childhood, and so many of its episodes are just total classics for me as well.

I think WNSD is very beloved by the Scooby collective (and for good reason) but honestly STILL is underrated in my mind, especially the early episodes. I absolutely adore some of the little "plot twists" of the WNSD era and how creative it could be within the confines of "the Scooby formula". I mentioned many of these in another post recently but having unexpected solutions/elements like "the monkey did it!" or "we caught the wrong guy! We need to go back!" every few episodes just blew my brain wide open as a child (especially the second one there. I'm STILL in shock on that one) and are underappreciated by scooby fandom. (Despite WNSD winning the favorite scooby series poll I did lol)

Being my favorite doesn't mean that What's New is perfect though. There are still some moments I don't like, or that, while useful for a joke, fall flat for me character-wise. One example I think I've talked about before is the scene where they split up differently and Fred is left alone searching for clues with Shaggy. The punchline of this is the idea that Fred and Shaggy just don't have anything in common to talk about, going along in awkward silence until Fred asks Shaggy if he 'saw the game last night' to which he says no and they continue on in awkward silence. For me, that's not my favorite joke because I do believe that Fred and Shaggy are good friends and DO have lots to talk about, and while not my favorite interaction between the two, I can still mesh it pretty easily into my own personal canon with a few simple Watsonian explanations. Ex: They were both overthinking it and didn't know what to say, Fred grabbed a conversation starter from his go to list (he's been working very hard on his social interaction skills, okay?! Only 3/4 of them are about nets/mysteries/the gang/the Mystery Machine!) and struck out big time.

No but as I was saying as much as I adore WNSD, nothing is perfect, and at times (especially in some movies) What's New also suffers from the WAY/TSDS cultural................. awkwardness that comes from the "white guy dressing up as native/cultural legend" plot line.

OH AND THE SOUNDTRACK. What's New rightly gets its due (lol) for having an absolutely killer theme song (and sequence too!!!!) but I think it should get extra points on top of that as well for the chase music in each episode. What's New easily has some of my favorite chase music (leading to some favorite chase sequences) which makes watching it an even better time (some of those songs are catchy!!!!!) And I just love the way it handles music in general. What's New really just finds creative ways to explore and make interesting all aspects of the process, and move between them subtly and infrequently enough that it doesn't feel forced or thrown at you, but as a genuine exploration of what can be done with Scooby by people who care about it. (And while we're talking about music?!?!?!?! THE HAUNTED MYSTERY MACHINE EPISODE???????? 🤯😵🥰💘)

To me, What's New is just a really good show that is kind of seen as being "simple" (plan lol. Sorry I keep doing that but I can't help myself) or basic but really is much more creative and complicated than it looks when closely examined. It's a series that I think gets a lot of love while at the same time still not getting enough for everything it accomplished. Also it has some of my favorite Scooby castings out there. I mean, COME ON! Casey Kasem Shaggy at the same time as Grey Griffin Daphne? With Frank Welker Fred AND Scooby along with MINDY COHN (<3333333333333333333) Velma? Don't get me STARTED.

Anyways I just have SO much love for this series all the time. All the time. 24/7. Hope that answers your question on how I feel about it

#also mindy cohn is written like that not because i like her more than casey kasem or frank welker or something because thats crazy talk #however i do miss her and her velma very much #honestly thats my real controversial scooby opinion. i say all sorts of stuff and you guys just agree with me but i mention how im not #really a kate micucci fan (im not) and just. crickets lmao #blah #answered #anonymous #scooby doo #what's new scooby doo #what's new #WNSD

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invisibleraven · 1 year

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It's not what you lost, it's what you gained

Written for the Year of the OTP challenge prompt: No, I'm not dating your brother

Pairing: Julie/Luke/Reggie

On AO3!

Man, took long enough for me to get to my OT3 with this series huh?

Reggie has a brother when it's plot convenient, so I'm using my OC Alfie because no parents who name their first child Reginald are going with the name Steve for their second.

Hand waving any medical inaccuracies, and please enjoy!

Alfie is on his way to class when his phone rings and he almost ignores it. This final review is paramount to him passing this Chemistry class, and he’s running late as it is. But it’s an LA area code, so he reluctantly swipes to answer it.

“Mr. Peters? This LA County General. We have your brother Reginald here as a patient…”

The rest of the words are eaten up by the rush in Alfie’s ears as the fear rushes through him. The thought of Reggie, lying alone and broken in some hospital bed, he can’t even think about it. He thanks the nice nurse and books the first flight he can back home, rapidly throwing things in a duffel bag. Screw classes, screw his finals, his brother is more important than anything.

He’s sure Reggie would disagree, having slaved away at a million dead end jobs to afford Alfie’s tuition, but the man had practically raised him when their parents failed to be present, and then fought to be his legal guardian the second he turned eighteen. Alfie owed him the world. So it was off to LA, hoping and praying that he wasn’t going to be too late.

He doesn’t remember much of the flight or the cab ride from the airport, only that it seems to take forever. He hasn’t missed California traffic, nor the intense heat, part of him longing for his cool Portland spring, but at least he had the sense to pack a few lighter shirts in his bag, pulling one on as the taxi rounds the bend to the hospital. He’s sure he overtips as he all but shoves bills at the cabbie, but he doesn’t care, he barely remembers to take his bag as he rushes to the front desk.

“Hi, I got a call about my brother? Reggie Peters? Can you tell me where he is?” he asks at the front desk. The woman purses her lips but nods, typing into her computer, and with each clack of the keys he prays she isn’t about to tell him he’s too late or that he can’t see Reggie after all this.

“Fourth floor, room 450. Follow the yellow line to the elevators, then the blue line once you’re up there. Visiting hours are over at 9.”

Alfie nods in thanks and quickly locates where he’supposed to go, heart pounding as he finds the elevator, jamming repeatedly on the button, as if that had ever made them go faster. He’s tapping his feet and is just about to give up and find a stairwell when the doors open and he enters, pressing the 4 harshly in hopes it will hurry things along. The mindless music is grating, but Alfie’s brain is too full of thoughts to even register it.

He knows Reggie was in a car accident, had multiple fractures and a concussion. There had been some worry about a bruise to his kidney, and they had already done a surgery to clean up some internal bleeding. The prognosis was good, but Reggie had yet to wake up.

That’s what worried Alfie the most.

What if he didn’t wake up? What if he woke up and didn’t remember anything? Remember Alfie? What if he woke up and he was all alone and scared?

His thought spiral was interrupted by the doors opening, and Alfie frantically looked around for the blue line, finally locating it and counting off the numbers of the rooms as he went. 415, 423, 437… 450!

The door was partially open, and Alfie peered in, not wanting to interrupt if a doctor was seeing Reggie. But no, instead he saw people on either side of Reggie, a Latina woman with dark curly hair who is clutching his left hand, and a guy with shaggy chestnut hair on his right, hand on Reggie’s shoulder since that arm is in a sling.

Alfie has no clue who either of them are.

Look, between his classes and Reggie’s jobs, they haven’t had a chance to catch up lately okay? But still, these people seem to be very concerned for his brother, and neither of them are in scrubs, so that rules out medical professionals. “Hello?” he calls out and they both look up at him with wide, red rimmed eyes.

“Oh, you must be Alfie,” the woman says. “You look just like your pictures.”

“I am,” he says. “Who are you?”

“I’m Julie, this is Luke. Reggie is our best friend.”

“Jules-” Luke starts, but she waves him off. Alfie can question all that later, and how close the two of them could possibly be to Reggie when he can’t recall either of their names being mentioned. But they were here, and maybe they had answers that the doctors wouldn’t give.

“How is he-really?” Alfie asks as he looks over Reggie. Aside from the arm in the sling, he can see his left leg in a cast, bruises littering his exposed skin, a collar around his neck and a plethora of machines whirring and beeping away.

“He’s tough,” Luke says, “But he got pretty beat up. The other driver was drunk, plowed through a red light, he’s equally messed up, but his family is covering Reggie’s care, since he was at fault.”

“Well that’s a relief,” Alfie said as he took Julie’s spot, grasping Reggie’s hand tight. “I’m here bro, I’m here.”

Reggie’s pulse is there below his fingers, and Alfie finally felt the tension flood from his body. Yes, Reggie is bruised and broken, and there is a hard road ahead of him in terms of rehabilitation, but he’s still there. Alfie just needs him to wake up now, smile that crooked grin of his and lambast him for taking time off from school when he’s perfectly fine.

He looks up, seeing Luke and Julie still there, Julie standing beside Luke’s chair, pushing Reggie’s hair from his face.

“Thank you both for being here for him,” Alfie says quietly. “I would hate to think he was here alone.”

“Of course,” Luke replies. “He’d do it for either of us.”

“It was the least we could do for him,” Julie finishes, sending Reggie a fond look. A look that Alfie had only seen in movies, in fairy tales really. It’s the look of someone who genuinely loves the person they’re looking at, in the deepest way you could love someone. He hadn’t had much experience with it in his own life, but he still knows it when he sees it.

“Are you dating my brother?” Alfie asks. Julie and Luke exchange a worried look, and Alfie doesn’t know what to make of that. “It’s just… he never talks about himself. He tells me this and that, but he’s never mentioned either of you, and if it’s new that’s fine, but I need to know.”

“No, I’m not dating your brother,” Julie finally answers. “We… we both wanted to. Took forever to convince him we loved him like that.”

Alfie got that. After their parents it had taken years and lots of therapy for him to believe that he could be lovable to anyone, so it stands to reason that Reggie would also have a harder time believing anyone could want him. Or that romantic love could be anything but toxic. So no wonder he had a harder time convincing himself that two people could want him like that.

Luke reaches up and squeezes Julie’s hand on his shoulder. “But we finally did. He was driving to our first date when he got in the accident.”

“It’s not your fault,” Alfie says, as if that will assuage the guilt they’re surely feeling. “He might have been out getting groceries or going to work, the fault is with the guy who decided to get behind the wheel drunk.”

“I just wish it had never happened,” Julie says with a sniffle.

Luke gathers her into his arms at that, soothing her. “Sssh, it’s okay boss. We’ll be here for him the whole time right? Take him to every appointment, help him with whatever he needs help with. He’ll be sick of us by the end of it right?”

“Right,” Julie says wetly, giving Luke a weak smile.

“You two don’t have to do that,” Alfie says.

“Of course we do,” Luke says. “We love Reggie. He’s our whole world. And he’d kill us for letting you take more time off of school just to take care of him.”

“He’s so proud of you,” Julie adds. “Always going on about his genius baby brother and how he’s going to change the world.”

Alfie looks down at Reggie’s sleeping face. “He really talks about me?”

“All the time,” Luke promises. “I think he was waiting until after our date to tell you about us though.”

“Don’t hold it against him for keeping it secret, not everyone understands polyamory,” Julie says.

“I could never-Reggie is the greatest guy there is,” Alfie says, wiping away a tear. “I don’t care who he loves, or how many people. His heart is big enough to hold the whole world, I’m just happy he found people who realize it.”

Julie and Luke smile at him, and then they all look at Reggie, willing him to wake up. But he stays stationary, the machines still beeping and whirring around them. They sit there, getting to know one another as time goes on. A nurse reminds them about the end of visiting hours, but none of them move.

None of them want Reggie to be alone.

Finally it ticks over to 9, and another nurse gives them a stern glare, the three of them exiting the room, each promising to be back the next day. Alfie looks away as Luke and Julie press kisses to Reggie’s face. Then they invite him to stay at their place, or a ride to Reggie’s, if he wants. He decides to stay at his brother’s, and is shocked by the tiny studio apartment. There’s a cherry red bass in the corner, plants on every surface, and a dog dish in the corner. “Dolly is with my dad until Reggie can come home,” Julie says.

Alfie can see the walls covered in photos; shots of Reggie and the pit bull mix he’d adopted after finding her hurt on the beach during a lifeguarding gig, pictures of him playing his bass alongside Luke and a blonde guy playing drums while Julie is singing behind a piano.

“We’re in a band together,” Luke explains. “Julie and the Phantoms.”

“Tell your friends,” Julie says, though the phrase makes her a little melancholy.

There’s a bunch of shots of Alfie, and he almost cries when he sees the one of him and Reggie at his graduation, beaming faces smiling wide as MeeMaw took the shot. Plus another with her hugging them both tight that he touches reverently. God, he needs to call her in the morning, she’s in a home now after breaking her hip one too many times, but she’s still in full capacity of her senses.

“We already called Chavala,” Julie says. “She made us promise to take good care of you both.”

“Thank you,” Alfie says. Wonders how much more of Reggie’s life he’s missed out on, if even their grandmother knows about Luke and Julie when he’s been in the dark.

But the evidence is there, staring him in the face, because the bulk of the photos are of Luke and Julie themselves. Some alone, some together, a great deal more with Reggie. They look so happy together, all smiles and lovelorn expressions. Without going on a single date, if he looked at these photos, he would have assumed they had been together for years.

“The fridge is stocked, but if you need anything, you can call us,” Luke says, writing down their numbers on a piece of paper. “We’ll pop by in the morning, we can all go in and see him tomorrow.”

Alfie nods, and sees them out, but when he crawls into bed that night, he breaks down in tears, relieved that Reggie’s alive, but mourning the lost time between them. He sleeps restlessly, and barely manages a bowl of cereal before Luke and Julie show up. They chatter mindlessly as they drive towards the hospital, but all conversation ends once there, all of them silently waiting for Reggie to make some sign of consciousness.

But he’s just as still as he was the day prior. Alfie takes the time to email all his teachers, letting them know where he is, and most of them get back to him giving him extensions. Not the terrible Professor Martinez for Chem of course, but one email to the dean has him excused until he gets back. The doctor comes in to do a few more tests, so the three of them go to get something to eat.

“I hope you guys aren’t missing too much work for this,” Alfie says as he picks at his salad.

Luke and Julie exchange a look. “Um, the band is our job,” Luke finally says. “Our demo is doing really well, and we just got picked up by a label. The night we got signed is the night we told Reggie how we felt.”

“But Reggie…”

“Reggie works at the animal shelter because he likes it,” Julie says with a giggle. “Our friend Willie is covering for him. He quit all the other part time gigs once the band started taking off and our merch sales more than made up for it.”

Once again, Alfie aches inside, thinking back to every conversation that he’s had with Reggie over the past little while. He goes on and on about his classes, his friends, the cute guy who’d asked him out. That had led to Alfie finally coming out to Reggie who laughed and told him he didn’t care, and hell, he was bi, so he couldn’t say shit. That had been months ago though.

Reggie never told him squat about his own life though, sticking to his job walking dogs or serving coffee. He never mentions his friends, or his band, or the people he loves. He always demurred, like he thought Alfie wouldn’t be interested, and Alfie realizes he stopped pressing ages ago, not wanting to fight if Reggie didn’t want to be known. He silently curses their parents for screwing them up so royally, and vows then and there to be a better brother, to push more.

He just prays he gets the chance.

When they get back to the room, the doctor pulls Alfie aside. “His brain is active, the swelling is gone, and we’re going to remove the breathing tube. I’m hopeful that he’ll wake soon.”

Reggie does look a little better when they enter the room, the tubes and wires greatly reduced, and the bruises are starting to fade, just a little. But he still doesn’t wake up. Alfie squeezes his hand tight. “Come on Reginald, wake up. I’ll be so mad if you don’t.”

“Come back to us cariño,” Julie whispers, pressing a kiss to Reggie’s face.

“We have a date to get to, you can’t sleep through that bud,” Luke jokes. “And you know Willie can’t play bass for shit.”

“Maybe we should sing to him,” Julie jokes back.

“My acoustic is in the trunk,” Luke perks up at the suggestion and when Julie sends him a look, he shrugs. “You know I don’t go anywhere without a guitar!”

“Go get it,” Alfie says. “I’m willing to try anything.”

Luke dashes out and returns a few moments later with his guitar, beaming as he sits back down, nodding at Julie who starts tapping out a beat on her thighs, which Alfie clumsily copies. Reggie’s the one who got all the musical talent between them, he’s practically tone deaf, but he can follow this a little.

“Can you, can you hear me?” Julie sings softly.

“Loud and clear!” Luke sings back.

“Gotta get, we gotta get ready.”

“Cause it’s been years!”

“That's my song,” comes a creaking voice from the bed and three pairs of eyes fly to where Reggie is blinking up at them. “Hey darlin’, babe. Was going on?”

“Reggie!” Julie cries, hugging him as much as she’s able. “Dios mio, never scare us like that again!”

“I’ll try not to sweetheart,” Reggie replies, though his voice is more of a croak than anything. “As soon as you tell me what I did.”

“You got in a bad car accident hun,” Luke says, bringing his free hand up to press a kiss to the knuckles. “Had us worried sick.”

“Sorry,” Reggie replies, licking over his dry lips. Then he turns his head and sees his brother. “Alf, what the heck are you doing here? You have finals!”

“You’re more important dummy,” Alfie says, swiping the tears from his eyes as he chuckles. “And we need to have a long talk about you not telling me stuff.”

Reggie flushes, looking at the couple beside him who nod and vacate the room. “I meant to tell you, I just… you know how it is, I never think my stuff is all that important. You’re in college, going to change the world one day. I’m just…”

“A future rock star with two pretty damn good partners?” Alfie finishes for him. “Reggie I wouldn’t care if you were just sitting in your sweats playing MarioKart all day, I still wanna know about your life. It’s important to me, because you are important to me.”

Reggie sniffles, and lets out a little okay. “We’re not dating, you know. Not yet.”

“Bud they’ve been by your side since you got here, safe to say that you are,” Alfie replies.

“I love them.”

“Good, because they love you too. And I approve, so we’re golden.”

“So… how’s life?” Reggie asks.

Alfie barks out a laugh and the two of them spend the next hour catching up, only interrupted by doctors doing some tests and Luke bringing them food while Julie gets Reggie’s care instructions from the nurses.

Reggie finally convinces Alfie to go home the next day, he’s in good hands, but promises to call him every night. “If not, I will,” Julie vows.

So Alfie goes home, aces that Chem final-take that Professor Martinez! And he’s back in LA for when Reggie can play his bass again, smiling and bouncing all over the stage at Julie and the Phantoms first gig since he got his casts off.

And Alfie shouts louder than anyone when Luke and Julie kiss his cheeks during their bow, all three of them smiling wide, looking happier than he has ever seen his brother.

And a year later, he’s happily standing at Reggie’s side as his best man as the three of them have a commitment ceremony that beats any wedding Alfie’s ever been to. But Alfie’s favourite moment is when Regige picks him to dance with during the family dances, and they boogey away on the floor. Sure, he wishes that Reggie never had the accident that led to this, but a part of him will forever be grateful that he and his brother are closer than ever. He soon returns Reggie to Luke and Julie’s arms, and smiles at the three of them swaying together.

He doesn't even care that Reggie is leaving the Peters name behind, because Luke and Julie's families have adopted them both as their own, and Alfie is half convinced that if he was a few years younger, Victoria Alvarez would be fighting to be his mom for real. So surrounded by his new family, and his brother looking ecstatic with his spouses by his side, Alfie has no complaints about the road that led them here. Yeah, this was alright by him.

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An Eye for an Eye

Chapter Seventeen of The One Condition Series | Chapter Eighteen

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.1 k

Summary: Pretty thing finally confronts Alden.

TW: Mentions and depictions of drugs and drug use, toxic sibling relationship, resurfacing trauma, violence, and handcuffs

Notes: Hi everyone !! What's funny to me is I started writing this whole story based on a day dream I had. I didn't know Alden's name at the time, I had no idea how I would make the reader and Din meet, and I had absolutely no clue that it would take me this long to finally get to the idea that birthed this story in the first place! Thank you to everyone who has been a part of this journey!!

*The eighteenth chapter will be the last chapter for the series*

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“Who wants to know?”

It’s now or never. You move to step closer to Alden, but a tug of your hand has you looking back. You can see your reflection in his helmet. Your eyes look tired and that faux smile you’re wearing couldn’t fool anyone. A small shake of your head has him losing his grip on you. You squeeze back before letting it fall, to let him know it's alright, and continue walking forward.

“I do. The girl you left bleeding out on the floor ten years ago.”

You’re close enough to see him now, like really see him. His hair has grown shaggy and unkempt. His brows sit lower on his face than you remember. They almost drag his eyes down with their weight. The only thing holding them up are dark pools produced by presumably sleepless nights. His nose looks red and raw. Maker, you can smell the spice on him even at this distance. The beard he is attempting to grow is coming in in uneven patches. His lips have no color and his skin looks like it hasn’t ever seen the sun. His cheeks are hollow and protrude in an unnatural way. There is no warmth radiating from him. No soul to be found. An animated corpse. When you step under the light you think you see recognition flash across his face and soften his harsh features, but it's gone before you can tell if it was real.

“Little sis finally left Eadu, huh?,” He takes another drag of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground. “Although I am shocked to see you here of all places. What's with the family reunion?”

“This isn’t a ‘family reunion’ Alden.”

“No, I guess not. If it was, that dude in the silver suit wouldn’t be here. Who is that?”

Your blood boils at his tone. It’s so jovial as if the two of you really were catching up and reminiscing about old times.

“He’s a Mandalorian. A bounty hunter that I enlisted the help of to track you down.”

Alden rolls his sleeves up to reveal fresh needle marks in his veins. You feel the heart of your past teenage self break all over again like when you first found the spice in his room. When you first started noticing your brother morph into a stranger living right down the hall from you. He crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head to the side.

“To track me down? And what exactly did you think was going to happen when you found me?”

“I want some fucking answers, Alden.”

“Answers?”

“Yes. I want to know why. Why did you do what you did to mom and dad? Why did you leave me?,” you can feel your voice start to quiver. “Why didn’t you let me-let me help you?”

“Why didn’t I let you help me?,” he says your name and puts his hands behind his head. “Maker, that was always your issue. You always wanted to help me. Did you ever think that maybe I didn’t fucking want help?! Huh?”

“Oh so you liked getting so high that you couldn’t even remember what your own name was? You liked that your sixteen-year-old sister had to drag your unconscious body into the shower and spray water on you to wake you up every other night?”

“Shut up.”

His remark only makes you grow louder. “You liked that our parents had to watch their son wither away into a husk of who they once knew and loved?”

“I said shut up!”

You see, out of the corner of your eye, Din steps towards you when Alden raises his voice. You know that he knows that this is something you wanted to handle, but you appreciate that he’s ready if anything goes south.

“No. You have spent ten years running from what you did. I’m not going to give you that privilege anymore. You might not fucking care, but I do.”

He drops his hands and his shoulders sag down with them. He starts walking towards the door, but doesn’t end up opening it. Instead he just slides down and holds his head in his hands. You’re hesitant at first, but decide to walk over to him and kneel down beside him.

“Alden,” you whisper. “What happened?”

“Once I-once I got my first taste I was hooked. Nothing ever made me feel the way that spice did, but it got so fucking expensive. When Sonia- when mom- wouldn’t give me anymore money, I don’t know, I just lost it. She couldn’t do that, man.”

You’re trying to keep your composure, Maker knows he doesn’t deserve it, but you’re trying. It’s hard when you keep replaying the sound the blaster made when your mom was killed. It’s especially hard when the man that was on the other end of the blaster is sitting right in front of you.

“She couldn’t just give me money and then take it away like that. I tried to reason with her, but Bumi walked in and put his fucking foot down. Said that I was ‘cut off’. So I did the only thing I could think of: get high.”

“You didn’t have to kill them, Alden.”

“You don’t understand! I was out of money and I had just used the last of my spice. I knew Bumi had that stupid wooden box full of credits; that’s all I wanted,” he lifts his head up and looks at you. “But they wouldn’t fucking give it to me.”

Even when you’re looking directly in his eyes, you can see that there is nothing there. He’s just going in circles. He’s trying to justify what he did by using their actions against them. The actions they took to try to help him. You stand up and take a step back.

“But you didn’t have to kill them, Alden.”

“In the end it doesn't even matter because I never got the money.” He rests his hands on his knees.

“It doesn’t even matter? It doesn’t even fucking matter? Is that why you’re shooting random shit into your veins? Because it doesn’t matter?!”

“It’s the only time that I can’t see their faces looking back at me when I close my eyes!”

“Wha-?”

“When I’m high I don’t have to think about what I did.”

“You. Don’t. Get. That. Privilege.” you spit. “I can’t just forget about it. I have to live with what you did every single fucking day, Alden. You left me with a permanent fucking reminder!”

“I know. I know I did.”

You can feel yourself starting to ramble. You have waited ten years to let this out and you’re not going to stop now.

“They loved you! I loved you! And you threw that away!”

“I couldn’t help it! I was too far gone and I couldn’t stop. You know what,” he stands up and you take a step back. “I have lived with the guilt for too long. An eye for an eye.”

You can feel Din standing directly behind you now. He must have gotten anxious when Alden stood up again. You back up until you connect with his chest and feel his hand come to rest on your shoulder.

“An eye for an eye,” Alden says again. “You hired a bounty hunter for fucks sake! Just do what you came here to do.”

For the first time since you arrived on Daiyu, your head feels clear. You close your eyes and let out a heavy sigh. When you open them again, you know what you want to do. No turning back. You’re done running from nightmares.

“An eye for an eye would make me just like you. I really spent months traveling through hyperspace with the sole intention of killing you. I thought that would end the pain, but it won’t. Nothing you do or say will fix it. I’m tired of getting eaten alive by the hate I have been harboring for you, Alden. I don’t want to get burnt out by all of my anger.”

You feel Din squeeze your shoulder as you heid his earlier warning.

“You don’t get to drag me down to your level. So I’m going to do exactly what you did for me that night.”

“And what did I do?”

“Nothing. You did nothing for me that night. That’s what you deserve from me. Absolutely nothing.”

You look up at Din and smile a sad, but genuine smile. “Let’s go home. I’m done here.”

“You’re done?!,” Alden’s eyes are wild. “You came all this way and you’re going to pussy out now? Just fucking do it! Release me!”

He lunges forward at you, but Din is quicker. He turns your body so that your back is to your brother and so you don’t see him connect his fist with Alden’s jaw. You still hear the bone chilling crack and his pathetic cries when he hits the ground. You try to turn around to see, but a gloved hand just holds your head in place. You don’t try again and just let him cradle you.

“If you’re smart you’ll stay down. If it were up to me, you would have been dead a long time ago. What you did is unforgivable and I hope to The Maker that you answer for it in the next life, but it also led her to me. She means more to me than you will ever know.”

Before Alden even has a chance to answer him, Din scoops you up and starts walking down the alley to get to the front of the building. He keeps your head down and close to his chest and you let him. You don’t let the fact that Alden never once apologized bother you. You just hold onto Din’s words and let them wash away the hate in your heart. You don’t have room for it anymore.

Perhaps it's the light swaying of your body in his arms or your body giving out from pure exhaustion due to your interaction, but you fall asleep before you make it to the front of the lab. You don’t have any nightmares. You don’t even have any dreams. You just sleep and for the first time, the darkness that surrounds you is as comforting as an old friend.

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You stir from sleep when you hear the creaking of the ramp opening and then when it connects with the floor. Before you even open your eyes you can smell him. Faint notes of pine and his natural musk temp you to drift off again. Your cheek is resting on the fabric of his cape that wraps around his neck. It's not the most comfortable piece of cloth in the world; it's actually rather scratchy. Regardless you nuzzle your head deeper into it and let out a dreamy sigh.

“She wakes.”

Even with the knowledge of you being awake, he doesn’t make a move to set you on your feet. You feel a twinge of guilt at the fact that he carried you all the way from the lab to The Crest. That was no leisurely walk. However, it fizzles out because you know that Din never does anything he doesn’t want to do. His stubbornness falls second to his softness when it comes to you. For once in your life, you allow someone to take care of you. You have spent your entire life giving yourself to others and holding their pain so they could have a fraction of peace. And while you did all of this without expectation of reciprocation, you secretly yearned for it.

The whole walk back from the lab, Din’s mind couldn’t be calmed. As soon as he noticed that you had passed out, he had half a mind to permanently remove Alden from both your life and the planet's surface. Although he would never admit it, he even stopped and contemplated going through with it. The more he thought, the heavier the blaster on his hip grew. What ultimately swayed him was having to look into your eyes everyday and lie. Killing Alden would have been as easy and natural as taking a breath, but lying to you was a challenge he knew he would fail. He told you that it was your hunt and that you should call the shots. By killing Alden, he would be undermining your call to let him live. Even if he was secretly hoping you would have allowed him to remove that virus of a person from the universe. You chose what was true to you and he accepted it.

Listening to you yell at and plead with your brother for answers was one of the hardest things he has ever had to do. He can usually fight or buy his way out of any scenario, but not this. He had to watch one of the most precious things in his world struggle right in front of him. He was pushing his fist so hard into the side of the metal building that it left a dent. His heart skipped a beat when Alden raised his voice at you. Before he even realized what was happening, his feet had carried him a few steps forward. You looked back at him and his shoulders relaxed, but just slightly. Although when Alden stood up from the ground and walked toward you, he wasn’t able to stop himself that time. He had to let you know that you weren’t alone and that he was there. Thank The Maker he did too. If you had gotten hurt by your brother again and he wasn’t able to stop it this time…he can’t even begin to imagine the carnage he would have wreaked. There wouldn’t have been a place Alden could have gone too where he wouldn’t have followed and found him.

Another thought rears its ugly head as he continues walking with your sleeping body through the Daiyu streets: what happens now? Your mission has been completed. He has helped you find Alden. That’s what you hired him to do after all. What would you do once this knowledge sinks in for you too? The knowledge that you technically no longer have a reason to stay with him. Would you ask him to take you back to Navarro? Or maybe back to Eadu so you can live in isolation for the rest of your life? He can feel his skin crawl at the thought of the hull being so silent. It would no longer be filled with things he didn’t realize he couldn’t live without. The sounds of your laughter and your bare feet padding around against the cool floor of the ship. The smell of you and your soap on his sheets long after you have left them. The feeling of your hands on his bare skin in the darkness and the warmth your body exudes when he holds you closely.

You crack your eyes and see him stroll past your hidden bed and right to his own. Even after carrying you for over an hour, he is gentle and slow when he lays you down on the cot. You hear him clamoring around in the pantry to make something for the hungry child. A smile worms its way across your face as you hear the two of them talking back and forth with each other. This is home. It isn’t Eadu you laugh to yourself. No it definitely isn’t Eadu. There were no windows to let the sunlight and fresh air in, no abundance of land or greenery, and no fresh produce.

Eadu isn’t who you are anymore however. Now your one window lets in the light of thousands of beaming stars. The small space of the ship makes you feel comforted and allows you to never forget that you're not alone anymore. The food, while you would still prefer it fresh, is made with and for people you care about. There wasn’t a place in the galaxy you would rather be than here.

By the time Din returns to you, you have made your way under his covers and wrapped yourself up. You sit up when you see him leaning against the doorframe and looking at you.

“What?”

“I’m proud of you.”

“You-you are?”

“Yeah.”

“You aren’t mad that I didn’t let you do what I hired you for?” You ask genuinely.

You hear him laugh under his helmet and move to sit down on the edge of the bed. You wriggle your way out of the cocoon you created for yourself and scoot up next to him. He places his hand on the inside of your thigh and rubs you with his thumb.

“I told you that it was your call and you were in control of what happened,” he looks up from your thigh and peers over at the kid playing with his silver ball on the floor. “I did get to knock him on his ass. How could I be mad at that?”

“Oh! Your credits! Let me get those for you.”

You make a move to get up to go get them, but Din keeps his hand firmly on your leg.

“We can take care of that later. I know you’re good for the money. Plus, I know where you live.” You can feel him winking at you under his beskar.

If you’re being honest you really didn’t want to give the credits to him. Not because you didn’t want to pay him, but because when you did, all of this would end. You aren’t ready to give this up. To give him up.

“What’s your favorite thing to eat?”

“Maker, you always have the most random things on your mind.”

“I’m serious,” you swat at his arm. “What’s your favorite thing to eat?”

“You.” He says in a hushed voice.

Your mouth hangs slightly agape while you feel your cheeks burn.

“I told you I was being serious!”

“I was. You asked and I answered seriously.” His hands are up in a defensive position.

“Then let me rephrase. What is your favorite thing to eat from childhood?”

“You’re no fun.”

You stick out your tongue at him and patiently wait for him to answer.

“Probably…tiingilar.”

“Tiingilar? What’s that?”

“It’s a traditional stew made on Mandalore,” his voice sounds bitter sweet as he talks about his adoptive planet. “It’s made of a blend of various meats, vegetables, grains and spices.”

“That sounds so fucking good.”

“Oh it was. Eating it was a challenge in and out of itself though.”

You give him a quizzical look.

“Well, like I said it had a lot of spices in it. So naturally, it had the potential to have an almost deadly heat. In fact,” he stops mid sentence to laugh. “If it was a particularly good batch, it could singe your nose hairs right off.”

You protectively put your hands over your nose. “Why would you eat something that could cause you physical pain? Are you insane?!”

“It was a fun game to play. The more heat you could withstand, the stronger Mandalorian you were. It was known to sweat even the toughest of us right out of our beskar.”

You listen to him ramble on about the stew and how he actually ended up sick for a few days because of one batch's spice level. You unconsciously lean in the more he talks about Mandalore. Your heart flutters when you hear how excited he is by the volume of his voice. He rarely speaks of where he spent his childhood. You’re careful not to say anything so you won’t snap him out of his expository. In truth, you wanted to know what his favorite meal is so you can recreate it for him. Paying him with just the credits almost feels like a disservice to what he has done for you. Honestly, you don’t think you could ever repay him, but a home cooked meal seems like a good place to start. A plan and mental grocery list starts forming in your brain.

When he reaches the end of his stories you place your hand on his and thank him for sharing all of that with you. Before you side out of bed to take care of the child, you place a kiss on his helmet.

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“I think he’s asleep,” You whisper as you walk over to Din. “I’m honestly surprised he went down as easily as he did given that he slept through the entirety of Daiyu.”

Din is currently unloading the arsenal of weapons he carries on himself into the armory. You stand quietly next to him and watch as his rifle and each blaster and bomb finds its designated spot on the wall. Your eyes travel from one gun to the other and freeze when they land on a tool that you have only seen used once. Din must have noticed your body tense.

“What’s wrong?”

Embarrassment and unexpected arousal flood your body as your eyes continue to stay locked on the handcuffs he has hanging up. He follows your eye line and stiffens himself, in more ways than one. A strangled noise comes through his modulator.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Oh, but you don’t have too, pretty thing. I can see it in your eyes.”

You turn to see that his gaze is locked on you now. Your stomach churns as fantasies play out rapidly in your mind.

“Well…what are you going to do about it?”

You watch as he rips the cuffs off the wall without even turning to look at them. He wraps his hand around your back and pulls you into him.

“I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

The next thing you know, the two of you are scrambling to take off what you’re wearing. Armor is clattering to the ground, shirts and pants are flying off in various directions. When you naturally finish undressing first, you watch in awe as his body is revealed to you. You have seen it multiple times and felt it more than you can count on two hands, but it never gets old. His skin always looks warmed by the sun. His stomach is slightly round with an ever intriguing trail of hair under his naval. As he removes his pants your eyes trail down to take in his V. Maker, you want him so bad your mouth is watering. When his hands slowly go up to remove his helmet, you throw him a wink and cover your own with your band.

You hear the thud of the helmet connecting with the ground in exchange for the pair of handcuffs. A shiver runs down your spine and your breathing picks up as you hear him walking towards you.

“Stand up.”

You do as you're told and hold yourself steady when your knees threaten to buckle beneath you. He grips your shoulder and spins you around so that your back is facing him now.

“Give me your wrists, pretty thing.”

You obey again and move your arms to rest at the small of your back. A click is heard and then a strong hand takes your left wrist and places it inside the first cuff. He then does the same with your right. Once they are securely fastened behind you, you instinctively pull on it.

“You’ll find that the only way you’re getting out of those is if I let you.”

Still blinded, you turn your head and speak over your shoulder. “While it was fun to be in control, it’s a lot more fun to be at your mercy.”

In response you are met with him grabbing your hips and his length sitting firmly between your ass. You can’t help but moan out at the sensation.

“I’m going to go down on you until you’re dripping down my chin.”

He spins your body back around and sets you back down on the bed. You scoot yourself backwards with your legs until your head reaches the pillow. The bed moves beneath you as he finds his place in between your thighs. As you spread them for him, he let out a godless moan at what you have presented. His tongue finds its home in your folds and your back arches at his touch. Your mind and body feed off of his incoherent groans while he laps you up. His nose continuously hits your clit as you grind your body down into him. You strain against the cuffs behind your back as he devours you. Your fingers tingle with the need to bury themselves inside the curls of his hair. With each grunt and moan he releases you feel yourself drifting closer and closer to your orgasm.

Maker, he has thought about you cuffed and pulling against your restraints due to his tongue frequently…very frequently. He looks up at your naked body while you jerk before him. Your breasts glisten with sweat and they heave as you gulp down air. Your lower lip is caught in your teeth as you battle against his mouth with your body. The sounds escaping you are captivating. The ebb and flow the two of you have is otherworldly.

“Right there fuck,” a moan cuts through your sentence. “Stay right there.”

Din heeds your command and continues his steady pace on your cunt. As you open your mouth to praise him again, your breath is stolen from you. Your orgasm slams into you hard and fast. All you can do is shakily rock your body onto Din’s now soaking face. It takes you a while to come down from your high as the man between your legs refuses to stop pleasuring you. Your oversensitive body flinches whenever his lips come up and circle your clit. Again your wrists twist around inside the cuffs that bound you.

“You want to touch me so bad, don’t you?”

“So fucking bad.” You whine desperately.

“You’re out of luck. I’m having my way with you now, Mesh'la.”

You feel him kissing his way up your body. You wish you could burn each and everyone of those kisses into your skin permanently. He travels up through the valley of your breasts, your collar bone, the side of your neck, and finally your lips. It’s a feeling well worth the wait. You wish, now more than ever, that you could hold the sides of his face. You want to feel that beard with your fingers and not just the inside of your thighs.

You push your core up to meet him and you feel a smile curl on his lips.

“Not so fast, pretty thing.”

“But I want you, Din.”

“Fuck, you make it so hard to say no.”

“Then don’t.” You let your lips make their way down from his jaw to his neck.

Before you know what’s happening he takes your head in his hands and kisses you. Your body burns for him.

“Brace yourself.” He says panting as he pulls away from you.

“Wha-? Ahh!”

He flips you so that now you’re laying on your stomach and the side of your face is resting on your pillow. You quickly catch on and prop your knees up underneath you. Your ass is now on display in front of him and your latched hands rests atop it. A few drops of sweat tickle your back as they slide down due to your new position. You feel a calloused hand grip your ass; a sensation that makes your eyelids flutter behind the band. His other hand grabs your joined wrists and uses them to keep himself steady. He slides himself inside your cunt in one go before bottoming out. You cry out in both surprise and pleasure.

You can still feel your walls stretching to accommodate his size as he begins thrusting into you at an anchored pace. Each time he hits your sweet spot, stars erupt behind your cover eyes. He works at you mercilessly and all you can do is whine in appreciation. You hold your body in place as best as you can. Even though, with each pound he delivers to you, your bones threaten to turn to jelly. He feeds your internal fire by whispering honeyed words. You tell yourself to hold on so you can feel and listen to him longer, but it's too hard. His voice tips you over the edge and you plunge into your pleasure.

He talks you through your orgasm, while keeping a languid pace. As clarity returns to you, so does the desire to make him cum. Without warning you begin to thrust your body back to meet his. He must not have expected your tired body to suddenly pick up speed because his hands dig into the skin of your ass. You hear him curse behind you and a whimper slips out.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He growls. “Tell me.”

“I’m yours,” you say panting. “I’m yours, Din.”

Your verbal confirmation is all he needs before he's spilling deep inside you. You reward him with a moan of satisfaction as you feel it beginning to leak out of you. As he pulls out, your body slumps down into the cot, hands still bound behind your back. You’re too dazed to realize that he left to go get you a towel and the key for the cuffs. When he returns, he gently works the cuffs open and frees you one wrist at a time. You turn over on your back and groan out slightly in pain. Both you and Din constantly pulling at your restraints has made your wrists and shoulders ache. As you rub on your sore joints, Din diligently cleans you up. He makes sure to kiss you in between each swipe of the towel.

After all is said and done, the two of you lay intertwined together. Din apologized when he realized that your shoulders were hurting. He had been scared that he had gotten too rough with you.

“Occupational hazard.” You said to him sweetly. “I would have told you to stop if I didn’t enjoy it.”

It takes you a while to convince him that you really are alright, but eventually he comes around. The silence between you two is peaceful, yet there seems to be an unspoken issue in the air. You can feel it and you are sure that Din can too. You’re just about to make a comment when he beats you to it.

“Would you-would you like to come back to Navarro with me? Until you figure out what you want to do?”

“Of course I would. Getting rid of me isn’t that easy.”The truth was, you had figured out what you wanted to do. You just weren’t sure how to ask for it.

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