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libraryofgage · 5 months ago

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Meddling Kids

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

From the girl that brought you that silly little Spicy Six Scooby Movie post (I've been thinking of making that post into one of those social media series things on Tumblr but imma let that cook a little longer actually lmao) is a brand new Stranger Things and Scooby Doo crossover

Anyway, we're here for good vibes and fluffy Scooby gang, so definitely don't point out any typos hfjkds

Have fun reading!

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People coming.

Steve freezes, looking at the possum that's scurried into the room and sidled up next to him. He takes a deep breath and forces his shoulders to relax. People have come to explore the abandoned lab before; usually, it's just older kids daring each other to stand inside for a few minutes. There's been that lady recently who likes dressing up as a weird rat-thing, but she hasn't bothered Steve or his friends. Actually, she may not even realize Steve is here.

"Is it the lady again?" he asks, his voice low as he places a hand on the possum's head. He feels its nerves flow through his palm, and it pushes its head against him, snout nuzzling against the 004 on his arm.

No. Four big ones and a beast.

Four adults and a dog, probably. Steve frowns slightly and gets up, carefully making his way across the dirty floor toward the window. He lifts the corner of the curtain and stares at the bright blue, green, and orange van parked in front of the building. Four adults are standing around with a big dog, which isn't looking too happy about being near the place. Steve can't blame it.

He slowly pushes the window open a crack, straining his ears to hear one of the adults say, "Okay, gang. Daphne, Velma, and I will look around downstairs. Shag, you and Scooby will take the second floor. We'll meet back in the lobby in an hour."

"Can't we just, like, not explore the creepy abandoned lab for once?"

Steve assumes this is the one called Shag, and he hopes the other man agrees to just leave. That would make his life so much easier. He hears the dog, Scooby, agree with the sentiment and hopes the other people can understand him, too.

Unfortunately, one of the women says, "C'mon, guys, the monster isn't real. Here, I'll give you some Scooby Snacks for the road."

And that seems to be the end of that. The man and dog accept the snacks, the people enter the building, and Steve resigns himself to hiding for however long they stick around.

He bunkers down, leaning against the wall beneath the window, and goes back to coloring the floor with markers. This entire room is covered in drawings that reach only a few feet up the wall. Steve isn't tall enough to go any higher.

Right now, he's drawing all the animals in the building. There are the ones that were there to begin with (mostly rats and rabbits) and the ones that moved in after the bad people left (possums and raccoons and cats and more rats). He doodles them marching across the floor, a relaxed smile tugging at his lips as he colors a cat purple.

He's putting the finishing touches on the final animal in the line (the very same possum that came to warn him about the people) when he hears a scream from down the hall. Steve blinks, looking up just in time to see Shag and Scooby throw open the door, slide into the room, and slam it behind them.

They lean against it, sinking to the ground, and finally notice Steve sitting against the opposite wall. "Like, Scooby, please tell me I'm imagining that kid over there," Shag says, his voice wavering and cracking near the end.

Scooby starts out looking as scared as Shag, but then he tilts his head. He hesitates for a few seconds before dropping low to the floor and slowly moving toward Steve. "Scoob, what are you doing?" Shag asks.

Not a ghost, Shaggy!

"Not a rhost, Raggy!"

Steve blinks, frowning in confusion. Scooby talked. Like, actually talked. He talked out loud and Shaggy (it makes as little sense as Shag in Steve's opinion) understood him. "There, like, can't be a kid here!"

By the time he says this, Scooby has reached Steve, looking up at him from the floor with hopeful eyes and an eagerly wagging tail. Steve holds himself back for all of two seconds before reaching out and scratching behind Scooby's ear.

The dog lights up and tries to squeeze into Steve's lap, licking his cheeks and covering him in slobber. Steve laughs, trying to evade Scooby's tongue and utterly failing. "Stop, stop!" he shouts breathlessly, still giggling even when Scooby finally gives him a break.

"Oh, man," Shaggy says, slowly moving from the door to approach Steve. When he's a few steps away, he stops and crouches. "What are you doing here, little guy?"

Steve blinks, glancing at Shaggy before turning his attention back to Scooby. He reaches up, scratching under Scooby's chin and trying to ignore his nerves about talking to another human after being alone for so long. "This is my home," he says.

Your home?

"Your rome?"

"Like, man, this is not a good home," Shaggy says, looking around at the dust and the cobwebs and the possum in the corner of the room. "Don't you have, like, parents or something?"

"Not really."

Can we keep him, Shaggy?

"Can re keep him, Raggy?" Scooby asks, his tail wagging hopefully as he looks at Shaggy over his shoulder.

"Gee, Scoob, I don't know," Shaggy says, frowning slightly as he finally sits down on the floor and hunches over. "A kid's a lotta responsibility, man. We gotta feed him and clothe him and, like, make sure he doesn't get sick."

Steve looks between the two and can't help a slight smile. Shaggy is nice, and Scooby is a dog, which automatically makes him good to Steve. He doesn't mind helping them out a little. "You're here about that lady, right?" he asks.

Lady?

"Rady?"

"Like, what do you mean lady?" Shaggy asks.

"The one dressing like a rat," Steve says, wondering how they didn't make that connection themselves. Haven't they already realized it's not a real rat-thing?

"Oh, man, I guess Velma was right," Shaggy says, a relieved laugh bubbling out of him as he slumps even more. "We gotta tell the gang, right, Scoob?"

Yeah, yeah!

"Reah, reah!"

"Are you trying to catch her?" Steve asks, looking between the two once more.

"Well, like, the rest of the gang's gonna want to."

"I can help with that," Steve offers, smiling reassuringly at the concerned looks that Shaggy and Scooby give him in return.

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Hawkins is supposed to be a vacation. Sort of. There's a possible mystery in the town, but even Velma couldn't confirm for sure, and Daphne had encouraged them to just relax.

Steve is inclined to agree with her, especially when she buys them a house with a pool that Scooby immediately launched himself into.

Still, he can tell that Velma won't relax unless she gets a chance to look around, so he finds her to go on a grocery run. "Oh, you're right," she says when he points out the lack of food in the house. "We'd better get something before Shaggy and Scooby start chewing on the walls."

"We'll set up the bedrooms while you get groceries," Fred says, grinning at them from across the living room. He digs in his pocket and pulls out the keys to the Mystery Machine. After making sure Steve is ready, he tosses them over.

"Please just don't put me in that plaid room," Steve tells him, catching the keys and passing them to Velma.

"I think that would count as cruel and unusual punishment, Steve," Daphne calls, her voice coming from down the hall where she's no doubt started setting up her room. She pokes her head into the hall, smiles at him, and adds, "Don't worry. We'll put Shaggy and Scooby in that one."

"Knowing them, they'd like it," Velma says.

As if he was just waiting for his queue, Shaggy leans over the second-floor railing and shouts, "Dibs on the plaid room! It looks groovy!"

Steve snorts as Velma rolls her eyes with an amused smile. "Come on, Steve, let's get going."

The drive to the grocery store is quiet, with Steve paying more attention to the town around him and Velma focusing on driving. He notes anything that looks weird, like the lack of people walking around. They pass other cars, of course, but even when they drive past what could be called Downtown Hawkins, he doesn't see anyone walking around.

He tucks that away for later, seeing nothing else of note until they park near a pile of bikes at the grocery store. "They're not locked," he says, nodding to them.

"It's a small town, Steve," Velma says, unbuckling as she turns the radio down so their ears aren't blasted when they get back. "They probably don't feel the need to."

"I guess," Steve mumbles, hopping out of the van and waiting for Velma to round the front. He walks next to her and holds the door open when they reach it. "Maybe we can get sandwich stuff."

"We'll have to wipe out their entire deli section," Velma says, sighing as she grabs a cart and pushes it towards the produce aisle. "At least we never have to worry about food waste."

Steve hums in agreement, easily falling into their normal routine of Velma calling out items and him grabbing at least five of them if there's enough in stock. "What do you think about that mystery?" he asks, placing a bag of apples in the cart.

"I think that forest out there is prime real estate," she replies, leaning on the cart's push bar. "Get a watermelon, too, Steve. Anyway, demon dogs aren't the weirdest we've run across."

"They were demodogs. Not demon dogs."

"I still think that was just a typo. Either way, I'm sure we can walk around the forest later and, you know, learn what the squirrels have seen."

Steve crinkles his nose, glancing at her as they make their way towards the deli. "You know the squirrels are too flighty. We're better off with the raccoons. Or, like, the sparrows."

He looks over to see her smirking and realizes she was just teasing him. Steve huffs and grabs as many sandwich meats as he can, getting everything but ham since Velma can't eat it and it gives Daphne migraines.

"Well, whichever animals you interrogate, I'm sure they'll clear up this mystery in no time."

Steve hums in agreement, follows Velma into the cereal aisle, and is about to say they should consider focusing on field mice when a voice from the other side of the shelf says, "Dude, spray cheese isn't gonna help us against the demodogs."

He blinks, pauses, and looks at Velma. She tilts her head, holds a finger up to her lips, and waves off the smirk he gives her at being right about demodogs not being a typo. "Yeah, I know," another voice says, followed by the clatter of grabbing a few cans, "but I want Cheez-Whiz."

"That stuff is gross," a girl's voice says, her tone flat in a way that Steve almost recognizes. He frowns slightly, tilting his head as he silently places a few cereal boxes in the cart. "It tastes fake."

"That's the point, El."

"Shouldn't we focus on lighters and hairspray?"

"I mean, this is technically a spray, right?"

Steve glances at Velma, raising an eyebrow before gesturing to the end of the aisle. She nods once and starts pushing the cart in that direction, huffing in amusement when Steve drops in a few more boxes along the way. "You'd think we're feeding an army," she says, tone dry.

"We might as well be," Steve replies, feelings his shoulders relax at the routine exchange.

They round the corner to see three kids down the aisle, two boys and one girl. One of the boys has curly hair and a baseball cap while the other is wearing a basketball jersey, and the girl has short hair that falls to her shoulders. They're all looking at the shelf, but the girl glances over when Velma and Steve enter the aisle.

She meets Steve's eyes, and he wonders if he's met her before. Her eyes narrow slightly, more in confusion than anything else, and her gaze travels down. He feels it on his arm as she lands on the 004, and her eyes widen as she steps away from the shelf.

Steve glances down at her arm in turn, sees the 011, and feels like his breath has been punched out of him. "Eleven," he whispers.

Next to him, Velma shifts closer, placing a hand on Steve's shoulder. "I'm here," she says, her voice low and more reassuring than she'll ever know.

"Four," Eleven says, walking up to him without another glance at her companions. "Are you here to hurt me or my friends?"

Steve blinks. "What?"

"Are you violent? Kali, Eight, was violent. And angry. Are you angry?"

As she talks, the two boys move to flank her, looking between Steve and Velma with something between suspicion and confusion. "Is this one of your siblings, El?" Basketball Jersey asks.

"Yes. Four. He was...transferred a year before the Upside Down. Four, these are my friends Dustin and Lucas"

"I go by Steve now. And, uh, no, not violent. We're grocery shopping," Steve says, awkwardly gesturing to their cart.

"Steve? You can name yourself and you choose Steve?" Dustin asks.

Steve blinks and frowns. "I didn't name myself. I asked the smartest rat I knew to name me."

The two boys blink as El nods in understanding. "The rat chose well," she says.

"Dude, how many people are you feeding?" Lucas asks, seeming to finally notice the shopping cart.

"Well, one of them is a Great Dane," Velma says. "Hello, El. I'm Velma, one of Steve's...guardians, I suppose. How would you like to come by for dinner? El and Steve can catch up, and you can tell us about those demodogs you mentioned."

"Were you spying on us?" Lucas asks.

"You weren't exactly being quiet," Velma tells them.

Before Lucas or Dustin can start arguing, El cuts them off, "We will come by for dinner. I am glad we met again, Steve."

"Yeah. Me, too," Steve replies, smiling at El and wondering if they'll have to explain how Scooby can talk.

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@romanticdestruction,

#steve harrington #steve deserves good parents actually #stranger things #scooby doo #scooby doo crossover #eleven stranger things #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #meddling kids au #velma dinkley #shaggy rogers #daphne blake #fred jones #it'll eventually become steddie but i think this one might go a little slower #anyway jewish velma you can't change my mind

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marble-parents-au · 3 months ago

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Acquired Child

Cw: abandoned baby, mentions of alters being a 'problem'

Tim groans as he slowly wakes up. The sun was too bright and water was softly lapping at his thighs. He briefly wonders if Masky dragged him out into the forest again. The texture of dew-wet leaves and sticks under his chest answer him.

He layed on his front on the forest floor, a bone deep ache attached to every joint. Yup, Masky threw them into a body of water, in the middle of winter no bloody less. He groans again, rolling over onto his back to try and see if he recognises anything.

The trees and branches all look the same to him after years of doing this. He pushes up onto his elbows and drags himself further up the river bank. From the thighs down his legs are drenched in water and he can already tell he's gonna have a hell of a time walking back with his old leg injury.

That's when he finally hears it, just as he's sitting up and starting to dry off. A cry, small and meak, but clearly from a very young child.

To his left lay a small bundle and moving closer on all fours confirms his suspicions. A baby, very small too, can't be much older than a newborn. An arm peaks out of the bundle, reaching for him as it sniffles. He can't help but wonder who would leave a baby out here, again, in the midst of winter.

He lets the baby grab one of his fingers, bulky and long compared to the chubby little hands. The blanket is mostly dry, but the slight wetness on it, despite the sun doing it's best to dry it up, gives him the impression that the baby had been in the river.

So at least Masky had a good darn reason to chuck them into freezing waters.

He sighs and wiggles his finger free, standing up to see if his legs work properly. It takes a good minute before he finds his balance again, but thankfully he does. Then he picks the baby up, only now noticing it was shivering and it's little fingertips we're starting to turn blue.

He figures he'll be fine in just his winter flannel and shirks off his jacket, also mostly dry now, to wrap around the little bundle. That should do until they get back home.

Tim glanced around, now with a baby in his arms, and picked a random direction to start walking in. That's usually how he found his way out of the forest after these situations. It hadn't taken long before his uneven gait lulled the little guy to sleep.

It was another hour before he reached a path that he recognized. It leads almost directly to the little house he and Brian lived in on the outskirts of the forest.

Brian, right. How was he going to explain a random baby to his lover? Hopefully Masky hadn't kidnapped the kid, but he wouldn't put it past said alter if he saw the parents being nasty to the kid.

Another half hour walk before they finally reached the little house. Tim just wanted to take a shower and sleep in a warm bed, but the light shining through the kitchen window told him Brian was awake already, so he'd have to explain himself before he could do either of those and his leg wasn't helping. Every step sent fire from his shin up to his hip and he momentarily resented Masky for causing them that injury, even if it was indirectly and years ago.

The front door was unlocked and he kicked his shoes off immediately once he got inside. As he'd thought, Brian was in the kitchen, apparently making something for breakfast.

"Hey Bri," he says as he walks into the kitchen. He's learned to announce himself because if he accidentally sneaks up on Hoodie, he's bound to get a knife or gun pointed at him. He still doesn't know where or how Hoodie got that gun, but they can never seem to find and dispose of it when he isn't around.

Brian turns around with a massive smile, "Morning Tim!" His expressiveness already tells Tim it's Brian he's dealing with and not Hoodie. That, and he was talking, which was a dead giveaway.

Brian's eyes look him over, giving him a sympathetic look at his disheveled appearance and then stops on the bundle in his arms. "Tim... Is that a baby?"

Tim chuckles nervously and hands the kid to Brian, who takes it like it's second nature. "Found a kid out by the stream where I woke up. No idea who or what it is and no other humans in the vicinity. I couldn't just leave the kid there," he gestures slightly, wanting a smoke but the packet he had was soaked through. He'd need to buy more.

"Okay, I get that, but what are we supposed to do about them? I know we talked about maybe expanding our little family, but seriously, this could be someone's kid that Masky just grabbed," Brian worries, turning to shut off the stove after a moment.

"You think I don't know that? But Masky isn't one to go stealing kids, adults maybe," he had a vague flashback to that tape where they were kidnapping Jessica, but a kid seemed improbable. "Just let me grab a shower and clean clothes and we can decide what to do next," Tim sighs and when Brian gives him a nod, he takes that as his cue to go do just that.

After a quick, warm shower and a change of clothes that weren't covered in mud, river water and forest debris, Tim rejoins Brian in the kitchen. Brian was cradling the kid in one arm and using the other to eat, occasionally taking a sip of coffee. Across from him, on the table, stood another plate and steaming cup, which Tim assumes is his then.

Just as he sits down, Brian gets right to the elephant in the room. "So maybe we should ask around town if anyone has a missing baby or knows about one."

Tim nods, taking a bite of eggs. He hadn't realised he was hungry until he was tasting food. "That could be a good start. We don't know how long we'll be saddled with this kid, so maybe we should get it some supplies," Tim suggests. He'll never get used to just how amazing Brian's cooking is.

"Like a change of clothes and diapers," Brian adds, getting a nod from Tim. "What do we do if we can't find their parents though?" Brian adds and the way Tim paused tells him he hadn't thought of that.

"Then maybe we get paperwork done and adopt them," Tim adds with a shrug, drinking some of his coffee. Brian was thankful he had finished his food or he'd have choked.

"Just adopt them? Just like that?" Brian seems flabbergasted and Tim isn't sure why. "Dear, I know we talked at vague about adoption, but we aren't in any situation to take on a kid now."

"We'll make it work, besides as long as we don't get the cops involved and we twist the arms of people at the office where we'd have to do this paperwork, we'll be fine." Tim shrugs.

Brian would admit he hadn't thought Tim of all people would get attached to a random kid he picked up in the forest. "Alright, and I agree, no cops involved."

With that settled, they finished breakfast. Tim climbed into bed afterwards, while Brian set out to head to town and get a head start on trying to find the kid's parents, nevermind the fact that they were still wrapped up in Tim's old yellow jacket.

#tim wright #marble hornets #brian thomas #toby rogers #the kid is Toby #its mostly implied for now #marble parents au

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