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He’s All that I Need (To Fall Into)

The soft sound of the rain was always soothing. But pitter-patting on the van, was even better.
It wasn’t often they got time alone. Well, okay, that was a lie. Fred always suggested he and Daphne go one way, while they went another. But not time like this. Usually, it was all of them together. The gang was never apart.

Tonight they were.

Scooby lay curled contentedly at their feet, the large Great Dane acting as if he were no smaller than a kitten. If she stuck out her toe, she bet she would hit soft fur and a warm body. But then he might move and the moment might be ruined. And when your moments came few and far between, you took them when you could.

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Shaggy hangs his head sheepishly when Velma approaches him with the bloody shirt in her hands.

She doesn’t look mad. Really, he can’t name the expression on her face. It’s all too much. Her eyes dark with worry, brow furrowed in anger, lips pulled down in a way that screams ‘let me help you with whatever this is you’re going through’. He’s never been the smart one, by any far stretch, but he can tell his days of hiding his and Scoob’s ‘activities’ are over and done now.

“Wanna explain this?” She demands, but her voice is soft. She obviously hasn’t alerted Daphne and Fred to the blood, so she’s keeping it between them for now.

“Vel, I can-”

“Norville.”

He fights off a wince. She’s only called him ‘Norville’ once and even then, she was pretty upset with him. Her tone says it all: Don’t mess with me. “Me and Scoob…We like, have a side job.”

“Side job.” She sighs and sits down beside him. “Tell me everything.”

So he does.

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She’s wrapped in his arms and it’s almost like being home. Every time he and Scooby come back from one of their hunts, whether she’s been able to figure out what they’re up against or not, to be in his arms when he comes home is a wonderful thing. To hold him and know he’s safe for another day is a small blessing.

He takes her glasses between two fingers and sets them aside, planting kisses across the bridge of her nose.

Velma’s pretty sure this is what heaven feels like. Wrapped in Shaggy’s arms with a dozy dog at their feet.

Description
He’s All that I Need (To Fall Into)

The soft sound of the rain was always soothing. But pitter-patting on the van, was even better.
It wasn’t often they got time alone. Well, okay, that was a lie. Fred always suggested he and Daphne go one way, while they went another. But not time like this. Usually, it was all of them together. The gang was never apart.

Tonight they were.

Scooby lay curled contentedly at their feet, the large Great Dane acting as if he were no smaller than a kitten. If she stuck out her toe, she bet she would hit soft fur and a warm body. But then he might move and the moment might be ruined. And when your moments came few and far between, you took them when you could.

--

--

Shaggy hangs his head sheepishly when Velma approaches him with the bloody shirt in her hands.

She doesn’t look mad. Really, he can’t name the expression on her face. It’s all too much. Her eyes dark with worry, brow furrowed in anger, lips pulled down in a way that screams ‘let me help you with whatever this is you’re going through’. He’s never been the smart one, by any far stretch, but he can tell his days of hiding his and Scoob’s ‘activities’ are over and done now.

“Wanna explain this?” She demands, but her voice is soft. She obviously hasn’t alerted Daphne and Fred to the blood, so she’s keeping it between them for now.

“Vel, I can-”

“Norville.”

He fights off a wince. She’s only called him ‘Norville’ once and even then, she was pretty upset with him. Her tone says it all: Don’t mess with me. “Me and Scoob…We like, have a side job.”

“Side job.” She sighs and sits down beside him. “Tell me everything.”

So he does.

--

--

She’s wrapped in his arms and it’s almost like being home. Every time he and Scooby come back from one of their hunts, whether she’s been able to figure out what they’re up against or not, to be in his arms when he comes home is a wonderful thing. To hold him and know he’s safe for another day is a small blessing.

He takes her glasses between two fingers and sets them aside, planting kisses across the bridge of her nose.

Velma’s pretty sure this is what heaven feels like. Wrapped in Shaggy’s arms with a dozy dog at their feet.