#Shaggy x reader

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Family Dinner - Shaggy Rogers X Female Reader

Title: Family Dinner

Shaggy Rogers X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mother, Reader's father, Scooby, and Mystery Inc. (Mentioned)

WC: 3,281

Warnings: Reader's parents are rude, judgy, and overbearing, italics, arguments, nicknames, slight angst, and fluff

You were out of your mind with stress. You had been cleaning your apartment for the last five hours, making sure everything was spotless and perfect. Why? Your parents had decided to invite themselves to a holiday dinner at your place. You were not expecting this, oh no. There was a reason why you moved all the way to Coolsville. A good two hours away from your old hometown.

The both of them, they never seemed to stop asking you about your life in Coolsville and always wanted to hear all about how you and your friends spent your lives there. It might've seemed nice, them checking up on you, but it wasn't. If you told them that you graduated, at the top of your class, your mother would say that she wished you had gone to Harvard. You get a well-paying job, doing something you love... Your mother would say how she wished you were a doctor like her and your father. Nothing was good enough for her. And now here they were, showing up unannounced to your home. Overall, your parents - your mother especially - were a bit overbearing, to say the least.

Running a hand through your hair, you tugged at the roots, letting out a deep sigh through your nose. Your eyes frantically scanned the apartment for anything out of order before you hurried to your bedroom. There, you found Shaggy, wearing his typical favorite green shirt and brown pants. He turned, giving you his signature grin, only for you to shake your head and rush to the closet. Digging through, Shaggy stayed back, his grin fading slightly in confusion as you pulled out a plain, blue button-up and a plain, dark green button-up.

"Alright, put either of these on," You spoke, handing both hooks to him with the hanging articles.

Shaggy hesitantly took the shirts from you, giving you a small frown. "But, like, these shirts make me itch."

You sighed. "Please, wear one of them," You pleaded, your tone pleading with Shaggy to comply. His brows furrowed together, his mouth opening to argue more when you continued. "Please. Just for tonight? For me?" You begged, holding your hand out.. Shaggy's eyes softened, his frown becoming even deeper as he nodded, taking your hand in his. "Thank you." You smiled softly, stepping forward and kissing Shaggy's cheek gently. "I promise, after this, I'll make you and Scooby my lasagna that you both like, alright?"

Shaggy hated the shirts, but he knew that this was really important to you, "Anything for you, babe," He answered softly, a small smile forming on his face.

You returned the smile, "I love you," You whispered, leaning up to peck his lips before stepping into the closet to grab your dress.

"Like, love you more, babe!" Shaggy called to you before you entered the bathroom to get ready. Pausing at the door, you turned, looking over your shoulder, giving Shaggy a playful wink.

Scooby sauntered into the room, jumping up on the bed, and taking a seat. "Rike, Rhaggy, do I Rave to Rwear this?" He asked his best friend, raising a paw to poke at the clip-on bowtie that was clipped onto his collar. 

"Like, man, I think you do," Shaggy answered, turning to the full-length mirror, moving one shirt over his chest, and then the other. "Like, what shirt should I do, man? I like the green, but, like, the blue brings out my eyes." He explained, tilting his head side to side as he inspected each option. Bringing the green button-up back over to his chest, he looked back at Scooby, "Green?" Scooby nodded eagerly, making Shaggy grin, "Then green it is, man!"

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Standing at your small dining room table, you turned a plate a degree, worrying that it wasn't exactly aligned with the other plate across from it. You brought out your most expensive set of plates, cups, and silverware that you got at Home Goods, and even bought a fancy white wine. The plates were nice, and so was the silverware, but you had run out of wine glasses. Hopefully, your mom wouldn't notice the two coffee mugs among the few wine glasses. Looking down at the table, you frowned, eyes staring holes into the polished wooden surface. This table used to be your family's favorite dining table before your mother gave it to you as a graduation present. Your father just gave you a couple hundred bucks, which you were thankful for. Having moved into a new apartment at the time with your boyfriend and his talking dog, the money went straight into getting more furniture and food.

As two arms wrapped around your waist, you jumped a little in surprise. "Hey," Shaggy whispered, resting his chin atop your head. "You got this."

You let out a deep breath, shutting your eyes before turning around in his grasp, your hands subconsciously looping around his neck, fiddling with the collar of his green button-down. "I can't help but worry."

Unlooping his arms from your waist, Shaggy brought his hands up to cup your cheeks. Gently, he ran his thumbs against your skin, causing goosebumps to rise up on your arms and neck; you couldn’t help but nuzzle your cheek into the palm of one of his hands. Looking down at you, Shaggy grinned, his gaze softening. "No worries, man," He spoke, "Like, this dinner is going to be groovy, babe. And, you know that Scooby and I will be here the whole time."

"I’m just so worried," You muttered, your eyes searching his, "I want them to love you, and Scooby. But what if she doesn't like you? I can't have that! I'm not worried about my dad, but my mom wants everything in my life to be perfect. Not that you're not perfect, I think you are very perfect. But she still, even now, expects me to have a house, be a doctor-" Shaggy didn't let you finish, swooping down and capturing your lips with his. You melted against him, sighing happily as he kissed you deeply, your hands coming up to cradle his face. "Zoinks..." You muttered as Shaggy pulled back, giving you a confidant grin.

"We'll be fine, babe," He promised. "I mean, like, I'm kind of nervous, too. This will be my first time, like, meeting your folks," Pulling back, he held you at a little less than an arm's length, admiring you as he added. "Like, we got each other's backs. Right, Scoob?" He then asked, looking down at his furry friend, who was tossing marshmallows in his mouth on the couch. 

"Right!" He agreed, popping his tongue out to grab a marshmallow that he threw in the air.

"You are right," You looked back up at Shaggy with a grin, growing more and more confident as you felt your heart warm from his words. "We'll be just fine."

Shaggy's smile grew bigger, pulling you back into his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around you and he quickly swayed the both of you side to side, "Like, babe, this is going to be so much fun!"

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As soon as you heard the knock on the front door, you felt like your heart had just gone from zero to one hundred. Shaggy stood beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist as you opened the door, your mother's bright smile greeting you as she stepped inside with your father in tow. She was dressed to the nines; dark purple cocktail dress, with a small slit on the side, sheer tights, her favorite black heels, and her hair and makeup done. Your father, on the other hand, was wearing a simple polo and jeans. 

Immediately, your mother enveloped you into a hug, pressing a kiss onto your cheek, before glancing between you and Shaggy. "And who is this lovely gentleman?" She asked sweetly, though you knew that tone well. She used that tone of voice when she was attending social events, that sort of fake kindness; it made your worry grow.

Pulling out of the hug, you reached over and looped your arm through Shaggy’s; your free hand pressing against his upper arm, "Mom, this is my boyfriend, Shaggy," You glanced up at Shaggy, unable to stop a genuine smile from forming on your face, despite your overwhelming nerves. 

His gaze met yours, his own smile widening, before his attention shifted back towards your mom, "It's, like, so nice to meet you, Mrs. L/N," He greeted politely.

"Call me Betty," She replied. "’Shaggy?’ Is that a family name, or..?" Your mother trailed off, as she raised an eyebrow.

Shaggy felt his face heat up slightly, “Well, like, my name is actually Norville. But, like, everybody calls me ‘Shaggy’.” He answered, actually becoming slightly nervous.

Your mother hummed, nodding her head slowly before speaking, “She hasn’t told me much about you when she calls…”

"Well," You began, clearing your throat, "I’ve told Dad about Shaggy. Right, Dad?" You asked, bringing your attention to your father, who hadn't even said a word.

Your father simply nodded, looking away from Shaggy. "Yeah," He stated.

Frowning slightly, you gestured for them to come in, "Well, I have dinner ready, let's eat, yeah?"

"Yeah, like, I'm starved." Shaggy clapped his hands together once, rubbing them as Scooby ran into the room, skidding slightly against the hardwood floor.

"Rinner!" Scooby cheered, shocking both your mother and father.

Your mother stared at Scooby, taking a surprised step back, as he followed Shaggy to the dining room, "You- Your dog... He talks?" She asked, bewildered by his sudden appearance.

You chuckled lightly, "He does, yes."

"Does he have a name?" Your father then asked, finally speaking up.

"His name is Scoobert Doo, but you can call him ‘Scooby’ or ‘Scoob’." You answered, petting Scooby’s head before he scampered off to the dining room. You gave your parents a smile before leading your mother and father into the dining room where both Shaggy and Scooby were sitting in their seats, napkins tucked into their collars, holding a fork and knife in each hand - and paw. Your mother and father took their seats across from you and Shaggy, Scooby sitting at the head of the table. Your mother gave Scooby a glance, eyeing the large canine who sat in a chair, like a human. "Well, uh, who's ready for dinner?" You then asked, breaking the awkward silence. Once you came back from the kitchen, placing the dinner on the table for all to eat, you noticed how our father was staring at the table, your mother was fiddling with her napkin - probably inspecting it, and Shaggy was pulling at his collar. You could tell that everyone was extremely uncomfortable, so, figuring that something must be wrong, you took a deep breath and cleared your throat before saying anything. "So," You said as you took a seat next to Shaggy, "Dinner’s served."

And for the next ten or so minutes, you ate in silence. Not a word out of anyone, even Scooby and Shaggy, which surprised you. But before you could do anything to save the dinner, your mother spoke up. 

"Uh, darling, your ham is a bit dry." She pointed out as she wiped some stray sauce off of her lips, "Perhaps it would be better if you poured the gravy over it instead." She suggested, watching you curiously.

"Oh, right," You muttered, feeling a pang in your chest. "I must've forgotten. I had a lot to do today to prepare for dinner..." You continued, "Upon hearing about your sudden visit." Your voice trailed off, hoping they would drop the topic.

Luckily for you, they did. "Is that so?" Your father asked, his voice calm, almost emotionless.

You nodded slowly. "Yes, I had to go to the store to get a few things, as well as some groceries. Tidy up and whatnot."

"And you didn't offer to help?" Your mother suddenly - with an eyebrow raised - turned to look at Shaggy, who's eyes widened.

"Uh, like, I did, Scoob and I carried in all the food, dude." He answered, grinning as Scooby nodded in agreement.

You broke into a smile, "Yeah, didn't need to go out for a second trip with these two." You giggled, earning a slight glare from your mother.

"So, Shaggy, what are you studying in college?" Your mother then changed the subject, lightly picking at her food with her fork; eyeing your boyfriend with an intimidating stare.

"Ah, um," Shaggy looked towards you as if you might know what he should answer with; his hesitance made your mother's frown deepen, and your father looked up from his food; before you could even butt in to help, your mother spoke up again.

"You must be studying something," Her tone was icy, though not hostile, "You must have a job at least. Something that is paying the bills to this..." She paused, in slight disgust, gesturing to the apartment, "... Place."

You reached out and grabbed Shaggy's hand, holding it in yours on his thigh, you spoke up, "He and his friends run a business together," You answered proudly, glancing at Shaggy before looking back at your mother.

She paused her chewing, staring at you, before swallowing, "Ah, so self-employed." She commented dryly.

Shaggy frowned, poking at his own food - which was not usual for him, unless he was incredibly unhappy; which was rare. Your mother reminded him of his father. His father had wanted him to get a ‘real’ job, go to school, and be just like him. But Shaggy knew that he never wanted to be his father. Shaggy's stomach rolled uncomfortably - no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. The dinner continued very slowly, and awkwardly. Shaggy kept shifting in his seat, occasionally throwing glances your way, though mostly his focus remained on his food. Scooby was also uncharacteristically quiet, which was unnerving to say the least. And you just wanted the world to open up and swallow you whole.

"So," You cleared your throat, giving your mother an awkward smile as you stabbed your fork into the meat on your plate. "How have things been with you and dad?" You asked, as politely as you could, despite your uneasiness.

"Quite pleasant lately." Your mother responded, seemingly uninterested. 

You nodded, "That's good," You mumbled under your breath, causing Shaggy to glance at you with a questioning look - though his expression quickly softened upon seeing you looking so tense and nervous; he squeezed your hand gently, letting his thumb rub soothing circles onto your knuckles. This was more than enough to put your mind at ease. You smiled slightly at him, glad that he was there beside you, helping you cope with the tension that seemed to permeate every part of the house. "How are you liking Coolsville so far?"

Your mother scoffed, rolling her eyes, "I don't know why you hadn't just stayed in Charleston, but this... This place is nothing like what I imagined it would be." Your mother's face twisted in disgust as she took a deep breath, clearly ready to unleash her pent-up frustrations. “I don’t know why you have to be so ungrateful, Y/N. You had all the potential to become a doctor but look at you now, living in this tiny apartment with that... That-" She couldn't even finish, blindly gesturing to Shaggy with a wave of her hand. "He doesn't even have a real job! What on earth were you thinking?" She then gestured to Scooby, "And a dog at the dinner table? Are you out of your mind? So unsanitary."

The words stung, but something inside you snapped as you glanced over to Shaggy and Scooby. The crestfallen look on their faces, it felt as if your heart shattered. You couldn't take it anymore. With a sudden surge of determination and protectiveness, you pushed your chair back, the sound echoing throughout the room. No one spoke about your boyfriend and your best friend in that way. No one.

"Zoinks, Mom, I am tired of your constant disapproval.” You huffed, “I love my life the way it is. I am happy with my choices, with my apartment, and with Shaggy," You declared, your voice steady and strong, surprising even yourself. "Shaggy is beyond amazing! I love how much he loves food - and whatever I cook - how laid-back he is, and I love how good he is at ventriloquism." You glared daggers at your mothers, palms pressed down against the table as you continued, "He may not have a conventional job, catching ghosts and everything-''

"Ghosts?" You mother voiced, but she was ignored as you continued.

"But, he is kind, loving, and makes me happy." You sighed, sitting back down in your chair, a small smile on your face as you looked over at Shaggy, your hand going back into his awaiting one - who looked at you with such admiration in his eyes - "I love Shaggy. I love him more than words can allow me to express. I also love Scooby, he’s my best friend." You looked back over at your mother, your smile dropping, "And if you don't like that, then you can leave."

Your mother's eyes widened in shock, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. The room fell into a heavy silence as your words hung in the air, a declaration of love. You felt a rush of empowerment wash over you, knowing that you had finally stood up against her.

Shaggy squeezed your hand, that adoring, love-sick smile of his melting your heart as you looked back over at his, your frown immediately turning back into a grin; Scooby began clapping a moment later.

Finally recovering from the shock and embarrassment, your mother cleared her throat - "Excuse me," She whispered, as she stood, "I believe that it would be best that your father and I leave." Your father nodded his head in agreement before standing up as well. Your mother held onto her husband's arm before they both left, leaving Shaggy alone with you.

You sighed once more as the front door shut, your eyes shutting briefly before you began to laugh. “Well, Shaggy, you were right. That was fun.” 

Shaggy stood from his seat, pulling you into his side, his grin bright as he gently squeezed you, “You did, like, amazing, babe.” He pulled back slightly, “I’m really, like, really proud of you.” 

Your smile widened, your cheeks and chest feeling incredibly warm as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Thanks, honey.” You reached up on your tip-toes to softly rub the tip of your nose against his, “I couldn’t have done this without you,” You paused, looking over at Scooby, “Or you, Scoob.”

The Great Dane grinned, giving you a paw-thumbs up, “Rou’re Relcome!”

“And, like, thank you,” Shaggy brought your attention back to him, his eyes softening, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“But, I did.” You reached up to brush the sandy blonde stands from his forehead, your fingers caressing his cheek before cupping it, “I hate when people are so quick to judge you… I mean, I just… I just hate it. She shouldn’t have said those things about you, especially right in front of your face like that.” 

Shaggy said nothing for a moment, a deep, longing sigh escaping him as he stared down lovingly at you, “Like, I love you.”

“Awe,” You gushed, “I love you too.” You muttered, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips before slipping out of his grasp, “Now, how about you both get some more comfy clothes on, and I’ll make some lasagna and vanilla ice cream for dessert.”

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Shaggy

Pairing: Shaggy x reader

Tags: One bed trope, platonic relationship

Author’s Note: For real y’all Shaggy + Bed = Nightmare Material. Just saying. 

He is down to share his bed with you for the night. 

Especially if Scooby isn’t there (it's much worse when Scooby is there) 

However I warn you there is great peril ahead. 

Crawling in you immediately cringe. 

Food crumbs everywhere. 

It's a feeling comparable to you thinking a spider is on you when really it's your hair but with the paranoia that it's ants instead. 

Even worse, the bed sheets don’t even feel remotely clean. I don't even know how to describe that feeling but y’all know! 

He is literally a furnace which leaves you in a sweaty mess and paired with everything else so far its makes you wanna puke 

Of course that's when you notice the amount of dog hair in the bed 

And the bed smells horrible 

Deciding against covers you just throw the covers off and lay on top of them 

What breaks you is when he falls asleep on his back and his freakish loud snoring 

Y’all you just get up and leave 

Whatever social anxiety was keeping you in that bed is gone by the time frustration and disgust rears its ugly head 

You just grab your things go to the bathroom and borrow his shower 

Which is also covered in dog hair and smells like it too 

You sigh and grumble and stay up the rest of the night on the couch 

Forget that, you think. 

Overall y’all to save yourself from the trama, don’t do it 

It is sooo not worth it 

And we aren’t counting the amount of food randomly placed around his room, molding food in some cases when they've been out with the gang too long.

And the random french fry under the pillows. 

Gross

You love Shaggy (and Scooby) but you would never bunk with them again

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Like, Sick as a Dog

○~Shaggy is sick so his S/O takes care of him~○

*Characters:*

- Shaggy Rogers

- S/O (Shaggy’s girlfriend)

- Scooby-Doo

*Trigger Warnings:*

- Sickness (fever, coughing, general illness)

- Mild whining and clinginess

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*Author’s Note:* I love Shaggy so much, and I hope everyone enjoys this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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The sun had dipped beneath the horizon, casting Spooky Island into a dim twilight haze. Inside a small bungalow near the beach, however, all was still. The only sound came from a series of raspy coughs and a familiar whimper from Scooby-Doo, who sat beside the bed, ears drooped in concern. Wrapped in every blanket he could find, Shaggy Rogers lay sprawled out, limbs peeking awkwardly from the oversized comforter cocoon he had constructed.

His normally carefree demeanor had crumbled into pitiful whines and sniffles as he shifted uncomfortably beneath the covers. Scooby nudged his best friend with his nose, giving an empathetic, "Roo okay, Raggy?" "*Like, no, Scoob! I'm not okay!*" Shaggy groaned, his voice cracking. "I feel, like... death warmed over, reheated, and microwaved! Ugh..." He let out a wheezy cough before burrowing deeper under the covers. "This is the end, Scooby-Doo! Tell everyone I was a chill dude!"

The door creaked open, and in walked **S/O**, Shaggy’s girlfriend, balancing a tray of hot soup, tea, tissues, and a thermometer. She had been tending to him all day, dashing back and forth between stores, pharmacies, and the bungalow, determined to help her boyfriend recover. "How’s the patient doing?" she asked softly, though the answer was already written all over Shaggy’s miserable face.

Scooby shot her a helpless look that said, *Please fix him*. "S/O!" Shaggy whined dramatically, struggling to sit up, only to flop back against the pillows with a groan. "I feel, like... the sickest anyone’s *ever* been!" He sniffled loudly and gave her the most pitiful puppy-dog eyes he could muster. "I know, babe," she said, suppressing a smile at his antics. "I brought you some soup. You think you can eat a little?" Shaggy’s eyes flicked to the tray, and for a second, a spark of his usual appetite shone through—until he remembered just how terrible he felt.

"I dunno… I think I might, like, pass away before I can finish it." S/O set the tray down on the nightstand and sat beside him on the bed, brushing a few damp strands of hair from his forehead. His skin was clammy, and the flush in his cheeks showed just how high his fever still was. She placed a cool washcloth on his brow, and he let out a dramatic, over-the-top groan of relief. "Ohhh... that’s nice…" Shaggy sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.

Then, without warning, he opened them again and reached for her hand. "Like… don’t go, okay?" His voice cracked, as if the thought of her leaving—even for a moment—was unbearable. "What if I, like, stop breathing or something?" "You’re not going to stop breathing, Shaggy," S/O reassured him, squeezing his hand. "I’m right here." "Promise?" he whimpered, clutching her hand tighter. "Promise." Shaggy’s bottom lip wobbled slightly, and he gave her a pitiful look. "*Can you, like, stay right here with me?* Forever? Just in case?" S/O smiled softly and leaned down to kiss his fever-warmed cheek.

"I’m not going anywhere, babe." Scooby gave a pleased "Ruh-huh!" from the foot of the bed, his tail thumping against the floor, as if to say, *Me too.* "See? You’ve got me and Scooby. You’re not alone," S/O added. Shaggy let out a breath of relief but didn’t release her hand. Instead, he tugged her gently, encouraging her to lie beside him on the bed. "Like... please? Just for a little while?" S/O chuckled. "Okay, okay. Let me get you some soup first, and then I’ll cuddle you, alright?" Shaggy let out a dramatic sigh. "*Ughhh... soup can wait. Cuddles are, like, top priority right now.*" But when she gave him a stern look, he caved. "Fine… but only if you promise to come right back after."

With a small laugh, she spooned some of the soup and held it to his mouth. Shaggy opened his mouth like a sulking child, reluctantly taking a few spoonfuls before whining again. "Like, do you think this soup has healing powers?" he mumbled, slumping against the pillows. "I need, like, a miracle cure if I’m ever gonna survive this." "You’ll survive, Shaggy. You just need rest," S/O said gently, brushing her fingers through his messy brown hair. "Like... I dunno, babe.

This feels serious." His voice dropped into a whisper, as if he was about to confess a deep fear. "*I think I’ve got... the plague.*" S/O let out a light laugh. "You don’t have the plague, Shaggy." "You don’t know that," he muttered, pulling the blankets tighter around himself. "This is, like, *plague-level* suffering." She kissed his forehead again, suppressing her amusement. "Eat just a little more soup, and I’ll cuddle you, plague or no plague." With an exaggerated groan, Shaggy let her feed him a few more spoonfuls.

Once the bowl was half-finished, he slumped back into the pillows, eyes drooping. "Okay... now cuddle?" he whispered, looking up at her with the most exhausted, puppy-dog expression she’d ever seen. S/O smiled and slid under the blankets beside him, wrapping her arms around his lanky frame. Shaggy immediately buried his face in her neck, clinging to her like a koala.

"Like… thanks for takin’ care of me, babe," he mumbled sleepily, his breath warm against her skin. "Of course, Shaggy. Always." Scooby shuffled closer to the bed, resting his big head on Shaggy’s legs with a contented sigh.

The three of them settled into a cozy silence, the warmth of their closeness easing some of Shaggy’s discomfort. "Like… I love you, S/O," Shaggy murmured drowsily, already halfway to sleep. "You’re, like... my favorite person... and Scooby’s cool, too..." S/O kissed his temple softly. "I love you too, Shaggy. Now sleep, okay?"

He gave a sleepy little hum, his grip on her tightening as if she might disappear at any moment. "*Don’t leave… ever...*" "I’m not going anywhere, babe," she whispered, stroking his hair soothingly. Within moments, Shaggy was snoring softly against her, his fevered body finally relaxing under her touch. Scooby let out a soft snuffle from the foot of the bed, content that his friend was safe and cared for.

And though Shaggy’s whiny dramatics would likely continue tomorrow, S/O smiled to herself, knowing she wouldn’t trade a moment of this for anything. Because no matter how clingy or ridiculous he could be, Shaggy Rogers was hers—and she’d happily stay by his side through every sniffle and sneeze.

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*Author’s Note:* If anyone has a request or a question, I’m always open for them!

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Hihi!

I was wondering if I could request what would Shaggy, from scooby doo, be like as a father? And this doesn't even need to be an x reader thing, this can just be a in general Shaggy being a father, to a son or daughter, or both idc :))

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• Shaggy would be quite a nervous parent when he first finds out that you’re going to be born, or once you’ve finally arrived. He’s never had such a responsibility before and he certainly doesn’t have experience in the full time care of a child, so he’s pretty jumpy to begin with.

• He’s always keeping an eye on you to make sure that nothing happens, and for the first few years he’s around you constantly in the fear of something happening. Once you start to grow though he gives you much more space, but he will still worry about you and will definitely be there if anything does happen to you no matter how big or small.

• Shaggy is certainly the fun parent, and because of how much he lets you get away with there will definitely need to be a stricter parent or his friends that remind him you can’t do everything you always want to do. You get a lot of good memories with him because of this, and are still able to have fun with him as a close friend and parent once you’re older and even an adult.

• He is a very hands on parent and will volunteer to do as much for you and helping out as much as he can. Hell even give up all of his free time for you because he loves you so much. Once he’s got the hang of things he may even take on the roll of looking after you full time while your other parent is working or going out, especially as he always finds joy in being with you no matter the situation

• Shaggy would try his best to help you with school but it might not end up always going well; however, there are a few subjects he’s pretty good at which may surprise the people around him. The good thing is that he knows a lot of people with various qualities, so whatever you’re struggling with there will always be someone to help you out.

• Shaggy isn’t the type of guy to leave when he has a child, so you can certainly expect him to stay in your life forever. Even when you’re all grown up, he’ll sometimes just show up unannounced to wherever you are if you haven’t gone with him and it’ll always be a lot of fun once he’s there with you.

• Watching you get older sometimes makes Shaggy upset as he’s constantly reminded of when you were a small child and relied on him a lot. You having your own independence makes him feel unneeded sometimes so you may need to remind him that you always want him around and you’re still the small child he remembers no matter how old you get.

• You’ll constantly be seeing a lot of his friends, especially the gang. They’re always together, and he often brings you on the trips he goes on with them. You may even end up in a similar line of work to what he does because of how much joy and influence it’s had over you - plus the connections you’ve made along the way were pretty helpful.

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Kinktober Day 13: Size - Tutor!Miguel x AFAB!Reader 🎃

can you tell i hate my math class this sem ?? :D

CW: unspecified age gap (reader is in college miguel is in grad school), trauma inducing stats vocabulary, piv (unprotected don’t be stupid), creampie (don’t be stupid), mean miguel, harsh grabbing, fingering (kinda), finger sucking, general size difference.

18+ MDNI

It was getting late, you and your roommates Machi and Gale having dinner with you. You huffed, slumping in the chair you sat on.

“This is such bullshit, I’ve been stuck on this problem for like half an hour already. Nothing’s clicking.” You pushed your dinner aside and looked at Gale for reassurance. She tilted her head at you with a raised brow.

“Girl, you know damn well I’m not getting it either. Just call it quits for tonight, it's not due for another two days.” She said, sipping a chilled can of coke. 

“Oh, come on. Neither of us are understanding this shit. I mean, this symbol looks like a backwards three! I miss when math used to just have numbers,” you complained, squinting at the statistics homework in front of you.

“That looks ridiculous,” Machi laughed. “Never have I been more glad to be an arts major.” She said, getting up to put her dish away. 

“If it bothers you that much, why don’t you just visit the tutoring lab? I think they’re still open.” Gale said, grabbing your dish and following Machi to the sink. 

“Really?” You asked, checking your watch. 8 pm. 

“Hey, we pay thousands of dollars in tuition, okay? If they can’t stay open or help when students need it what's the point in taking all that money from us?” Gale shrugged. You sighed, standing up from your chair. 

“Well, I guess I better get moving if I want to make it to the tutoring center before 10. Let me know if you guys need anything while I’m out.” You grabbed your keys and left the apartment after grabbing your bag and slipping your shoes back on. 

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You arrived at the building, glass doors sliding open as you walked through them, the cold air conditioning giving you goosebumps. You walked over to the sign in sheet, looking through available tutors for the next hour or so. 

“Crap…” You sighed, looking through the sheets. It seemed like you needed an appointment before hand, at least electronically. 

There was the sound of laughter down the hall, you turned your head towards the sound. There was a much larger man along with a guy who seemed about your age. You recognized the shorter individual from your statistics class. 

“Well, I’m glad we could get your problem figured out.” The tall man said, a big hand patting the younger guy's back heavily. 

“Yeah, it only took us all night.” More laughter. 

“Hey, if its due in two days all night is nothing.” The tall, tanned man said. He was massive, you could practically see his muscles bulging underneath his white buttoned shirt. His chocolate hair slicked back, a few strands messily framing his face. You were in a trance when his almost red eyes met yours. You felt your face flush. 

“U-Uh, Hey! You’re in my statistics class arent you?” You asked the shorter guy, desperately avoiding the older mans gaze. The shorter guy said your name questioningly, you nodded. 

“Yeah, thats me.” You said, clutching your bag tighter. “So… you got help with the homework?” You asked, motioning to the taller man.

“Oh yeah, this is Miguel.” He said, patting Miguels back. 

“Hi, nice to meet you.” You said, grabbing his large hand and shaking it. You felt your palms become sweatier, his hand practically enveloping yours. “I didn’t see your name under the statistics sign up sheet.” You said, voice almost trembling. 

“Well as a grad student my major is scientific research so that's why I’m not under statistics.” He said, a slight smirk across his face, his grip on your hand becoming tighter. 

“O-oh,” you said softly. 

“But I use statistics in almost everything I do, so I can help out with any problems you’ve got if you need it.” 

“Miguel’s not a bad tutor, it only took us so long to finish cause I haven’t shown up to class in weeks.” Your classmate laughed. “I’ve got to get out of here but thanks for your help, man.” He waved before walking out the sliding doors into the dark night. 

You and Miguel turned to each other, you suddenly felt very nervous. 

“So… Would you… tutor me?” You asked, rubbing your arms for warmth. 

“Well, it's not quite 10 yet and I don’t have any other sign-ups, so why not?” He shrugged, walking down the hall with you following after him. 

You two walked down the hall, reaching a small study room at the end of it. 

“This is the room I reserved for the night, so don’t worry about anyone coming in here super late and trying to steal it from us.” He said, opening it up for you to walk through. 

You walked into the room, a table with a few chairs in the center with a whiteboard behind it. It seemed fine to you as you walked in, sitting down on a chair, slightly taken aback when it rolled underneath your weight. You looked down and noticed wheels at the feet of the chair. You looked up again when you heard the door shut, Miguel locking it behind him. 

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“And that's why your z score is going to be 20.99. Does that make sense?” He asked. You were fucked. 

The whole time you were supposed to be paying attention you were completely distracted by his being. He sat next to you, his large frame practically caging you in between him and the desk. He was everywhere, and if you weren’t staring directly at the paper, you were scared you were going to faint. You nodded, eyes looking down at the problem, refusing to tear away from the mathematical mess you made. 

“Yeah…”

“Then tell me how you got it.” He said, deep voice rumbling in his big chest. 

“Well, first you uh…” You circled a random number in the world problem then looked up at him with helpless eyes. He raised a brow. 

“You start with the standard deviation?” He asked, clearly unamused. 

“Well… You definitely use it somewhere…” You said half joking. Miguel was still unamused. He sighed deeply, throwing his head into his hand. 

“I’ll explain it one more time, okay?” He said, grabbing the pencil from your hand. His hand brushed against yours and held your pencil as if it were a toothpick to him. “So, we’ve identified the mew, right?” He asked, underlining the foreign symbol. 

“Yeah…” You said, asking yourself what the fuck is a mew? 

You were determined to stay focused but that man made it difficult. You turned to look at him while his eyes were fixed onto the paper, scribbling out equations and typing into your calculator- which he also made look puny in his grasp. You watched him as he spoke, the way his soft lips moved as he talked, revealing sharp canines every now and then between words. You felt your face flush, entranced by his presence. You eyed his large shoulders, following them down to his massive arms. You looked back up at his face, admiring his features while he was so deep in thought. He looked down at you.

“So now we just divide and… hey?” he said almost harshly. “Are you paying attention?” He asked in a snarky tone. You felt your face drop. 

“I… um…”

“Distracted again?” He tossed the pencil onto the surface of the table, muscular arms crossing as he almost glared at you. 

“I’m sorry.” You felt exhausted, covering your face with your hands in defeat. You felt like crying. 

“Maybe if you weren’t so focused on undressing me with your eyes and more focused on these problems, you’d understand this shit by now.” He grunted. You stilled, face buried deep into your palms before you peered at him through between your fingertips. 

“W…What?” You asked, looking at his almost red eyes. 

“I said what I said.” Miguel's voice was low, he grabbed your seat and pulled it towards him, the wheels moving you with ease. You felt your core tighten, as your face continued to burn hot, regardless of the air conditioning. 

Miguel's eyes practically violated you, staring deep past your own and into your soul before looking you up and down, clearly enjoying how you cowered. 

“That pretty little head not used to thinking this hard?” he asked low in your ear. You shuddered, hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention. “Pathetic.”

He grabbed your waist with his large hands, daring to crush you between his palms. He slowly stood up from his chair, face inches away from yours. You took that as invitation enough and crashed your lips into his, those soft lips felt even better than you imagined, a whimper escaping your lips as his grip increased. He pulled you off of the chair and slammed you onto the table, papers flying and pens scattering around you. You let out a grunt as the air escaped your lungs from the impact. 

“I’m taking time out of my night to try and teach you this shit and you can't even meet me halfway and try to learn it?” He huffs yanking down your frumpy sweats to your ankles. You kicked them off, laying on the table in your tight shirt and panties. 

“I-I’m sorry, you're just so-” he cut you off with two thick fingers plunging into your mouth, you gagged when they hit the back of your throat. He smirked, watching you drag your tongue around the knuckles of his fingers. 

“That ought to shut you up.” He ran a finger from his other hand to your clothed cunt, you moaned around his thick digits when he caressed your clit. Your hips moved on their own accord, grinding against his large hand. “Would you look at that? I didn’t know they accepted whores into this school.” Miguel hummed, voice smooth like honey and deep like an ocean. 

His single finger moved to where your pussy and thigh met, yanking aside your black cotton panties to reveal your wet cunt, which clenched around nothing at the sudden cold air. 

“Jesus… I bet you were thinking about this all night, huh?” Miguel teased, the calloused tip of his finger just barely grazing along your seeping hole, spreading the warm slick higher and higher up your folds until he could smear it along your sensitive bud, eliciting another moan from behind his drooly fingers. 

“Needy, aren’t we?” Miguel withdrew his fingers from your mouth while his other hand unzipped his dress pants, the metal of his belt buckle clanking together as he pulled it out of its loops. The belt hit the floor with a small thud and with his drool-soaked fingers he freed his massive cock and ran the slippery fingers up and down his shaft. 

Miguel tore your underwear off of you, as if it was like taking a sticker off a piece of fruit. You felt yourself drip down your thighs, unsure whether or not it was okay to touch yourself while watching this Greek god of a man pleasure himself with your spit, watching your tense cunt beg him to stuff it. 

“Like what you see?” He asked, slipping his finger into his mouth and moaning long and deep when he tasted your sweet slick on his tongue. You nodded vigorously, grabbing one of your tits to entice him even further. “Why don’t you take that off while we’re ahead?” 

You quickly tossed off your shirt and bra, completely naked on the desk. Miguel softly laughed, watching how nicely you obeyed him. 

“You're too easy, y’know that?” With a few more pumps to his shaft, he harshly grabbed one of your thighs and spread your legs even further, admiring your wet pussy. 

The moan you two let out when he put his cock inside of you could've been heard by the whole building if it hadn't been well past 10 pm and everyone had gone for the day. His girthy member dared to split you in half, the sheer size of him was far too much to handle, especially all at one. We watched with pleasure as your breathy moans turned into agonized whimpers the further he drove into you. When he had finally gone balls deep inside of you, there was an obvious cock bulge deep inside of you as he stretched out your pussy wonderfully. 

“M-Miguel…” You sighed, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple. 

“Oh, so this can keep your attention but me slaving away on your homework can’t?” He smugly asked, pulling out before slamming into you with a grunt. You wailed, scratching the hard surface of the desk underneath you, crumpling stray pieces of scratch paper into your palm while arching your back. 

Miguel started at a rough pace, making room out of your tight pussy for his intimidating cock, juices slicking the shaft of his member, and sounds of your wet pussy gushing paired with the creaking of the table filled the room, moans, and mewls adding to euphonious music of your fucking. 

“So fucking tight… so fucking tiny… I bet I could fold you like a pretzel,” He said amusingly, grabbing the backs of your thighs and pushing the fronts of them against your chest. You cried out loud, new depth being explored by his commanding dick while he used you for his pleasure. 

With his massive hands, he spread his fingers out, his thumbs on the backs of your thighs and his four fingers on the small of your back, grabbing onto you so he could bring you up and down on his deep thrusts. 

You were seeing stars at this point, scared your arousal would drip onto your homework papers and soil all the progress you’ve made. But it didn’t matter anymore when you threw your head back onto the table and shook in his hands, pussy clenching around his meaty cock and milking him for his own cum. 

“Ngh- What did I say? Easy…” He moaned, thrusting inside of you a few more times before he shot a huge load inside of your tiny pussy, cum leaking out between where your sexes met and rolling down your asscheeks. 

You lay there on the table, shaking like a leaf in the wind. Miguel watched entranced as your shared cum leaked out of you, finger fucking it back inside of you, wondering if it he could stuff it all back in. He quickly realized your overstimulated cunt couldn’t take it as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Sorry,” He said, removing his fingers. “Now uh… where were we?” He picked up the page of work, then his face dropped, looking at the splotch of cum that had spilled out on accident. 

“On second thoughts… you might want to turn this in online.”

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[callme-dickmaster]

Headboard

summary: eddie buys a headboard (and frame) for his bed but there's something... off about it.

pairing: eddie x fem!reader - no use of y/n

cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, established relationship, L-bombs, pet names, mentions of nosebleed, accidental injury, small abuse mention (nothing bad), mentions of sex, funny shit, teasing, wayne being an icon, eddie being a goofy dork, -I think that's all-

author's note: hey y'all 😩 I've been gone for a bit lol. All I've had time for is scrolling and not being able to write has been so depressing tbh. That with all the holidays and family drama I got going on rn has been so stressful omg. But I'm heree I'm writing now that I have a free minute to myself. Soo thanks for being patient love you! <3

(NOT PROOFREAD)

Eddie huffed, putting his hands on his hips as he glared at the bed frame and headboard sitting on his bedroom floor. Wayne hummed, tilting his head to look at the picture on the white headboard.

"Well, son, I didn't know princesses were your style!" he chuckled. Eddie rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair. "They're not! Dude didn't tell me it was his daughter's headboard!" he whined.

Wayne laughed, clapping a hand on Eddie's shoulder. "Look, I'll run down to Melvald's and get you some paint. What you think? Bubblegum pink?" Wayne asked before busting out laughing.

Eddie crossed his arms, glaring at his uncle, "Oh, you think you're so funny. Well, I'll just put it on backwards so no one can see it. How about that?" he said. Wayne snorted and put his hands up in surrender. "Suit yourself!" he said before walking out of the room. Eddie sighed, grabbing a hair tie sitting on his bed, and pulling his hair up into a bun.

The only reason he got the damn thing was because of you. There were too many times during sex when he couldn't catch himself on the wall in time before falling on top of you. One trip to the ER after giving you a nosebleed was enough for him. So, he searched until he found a guy that was getting rid of a bed frame and headboard for a twin XL which was perfect. Only he didn't realize until he brought it home and took it out of the box that it was his ten-year-old daughter's headboard that had Disney princesses all over it.

Eddie sat on his floor, screwing together the bars that made up his bedframe until it came time to face the princesses. Eddie turned the headboard so it faced the wall and tried to screw it in backwards like he said. "Don't look at me like that. I didn't ask for you," Eddie snapped at Snow White. He rolled his eyes and continued his attempts with no such luck.

"Hey, boy. Your girl's here and I'm gonna go get you that paint. And don't worry, I won't get pink I promise," Wayne chuckled. Eddie snorted and thanked him, "Black, please. If you don't mind. If the pink is cheaper go on ahead," he joked. Wayne saluted him, grabbed his keys, and left. He ran into you on his way to his truck and he just had to tell you what was going on.

"Eddie got a bedframe and it's... not what he wanted. So I'm getting him some paint. You want anything while I'm out, dolly?" Wayne asked. You smiled and shook your head, "No, I'm alright. Thank you though! I'll go see what this dork is up to. I'll hold up the fort while you're gone. God knows what Eddie'll do alone," you laughed. Wayne laughed and ruffled your hair before hopping in his old truck and driving away.

You walked into the trailer and kicked off your shoes before wandering into Eddie's room and laughing at him sitting criss-cross on the floor trying to screw on a headboard the wrong way. "You look goofy," you snickered. "Jesus! Baby, you scared the shit out of me!" Eddie exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest.

You smiled and flopped down on his bed. Eddie gave up on his project and leaned down to kiss you instead. "Got a headboard so I can't abuse you anymore," Eddie snickered, bopping your nose to prove his point. You laughed and rolled your eyes, "It was one time 'ya goober!" you giggled, bopping him back.

"Still! At least now I can do that super hot and sexy headboard maneuver when we do it," Eddie said, doing air thrusts and pretending to smack someone's ass. You smacked your hand to your forehead, but you had to laugh anyway. Eddie snickered and flicked some stray hairs out of his face. "Wayne tell you he was getting paint?" he asked, sitting on the floor in front of you and rubbing circles into your calves. You smiled, playing with his hair as best you could in its bun. "Yeah. What's wrong with it anyway? Looks like a normal ass headboard," you asked.

Eddie sighed, going over to the stupid thing and turning it to show you the problem. You covered your mouth before bursting into laughter.

"Don't laugh!" Eddie grumbled, pouting and squinting at Cinderella's mocking smile. You giggled, wiping an imaginary tear from your eye. "I'm not laughing at you! I just think it would be fucking hilarious if we were doing it and Snow White was staring you down!" you laughed.

Eddie curled his lips in, trying to pretend like that wouldn't be funny. "Look, just- when Wayne comes back will you help me paint?" Eddie asked, "I'll make you popcorn and we can watch a movie after?" he offered to sweeten the pot. You hummed and faked having to think about it before you smiled and agreed. Eddie cupped your cheeks and kissed you as a thank you, planting tiny kisses all over your face after.

"Okay! Okay! Don't smother me, goof," you giggled.

"I just love you."

"I love you too, but you're squishing my cheeks, dear."

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"I'm so sorry, baby," Eddie breathed, holding a handful of tissues to your bleeding nose. You side-eyed him and sighed. "I thought you said the headboard was gonna fix this problem. I think it might've broken this time," you said. Eddie winced, reaching over to the tissue box the hospital receptionist gave you two.

"I'm really sorry. I tried to catch myself! I just... missed?" Eddie said, cringing. You snickered and sighed, tossing your clump of tissues away and grabbing more. "It's okay. It'll be a funny story to tell the kids someday," you said.

"We're not telling the kids you broke your nose having sex!"

small a/n: it's been a while lol but hopefully this is alright :)

[ahsxual]

Can someone give me some ideas to write about Matthew Lillard characters? 🥺 I want to write about Tim Laflour, Stevo Levy, Stu Macher, Doug Van Housen, Dennis Rafkin, Tim from The Curve, Jerry Conlaine, Billy Brubaker, Shaggy Rogers and obviously William Afton ✨ Maybe other Matthew's characters, if you request it? �� (I think it's important to say that I only write with fem!Reader or GN!Reader <3)

[fanficsformyfaves]

Reunion

Shaggy Rogers x Daphne Blake's Sister!Reader

WARNING: Nothing but Fluff <3, Mutual Pining, Reader is a Black Belt in Karate

PREFACE: When the gang first split up, of course Shaggy was devasted, but he was more upset that he would never get to see Reader again. That was until they all reunite in the airport for a mystery they were invited to solve two years later

A/N: Flashbacks in Italics!

There aren't any stories about my husband and I am deeply appalled!

SHAGGY'S P.O.V.

"Come on, Scoob. Like, we're gonna be late for the flight", I say,

Packing up our Scooby snacks for the trip, while he dealt with our clothes.

"Oooh, Rooby Snacks"

He says, trynna grab a piece, to which I bat his hand away.

"These are for the trip, man!", I scold,

As he huffed, zipping up our bags. We hail a cab, toss our luggage in the trunk and hop in.

It's been a while since we had a totally rad mystery to solve. Like, as terrifying as those creeps were, I miss getting to work on cracking the case...and getting to hang with (Y/N).

She was like, the most perfect girl in the world. Like, imagine all the best things in one person. Even all the hotdogs, sundae ice creams and rollercoasters couldn't come close to how beautiful she was. She never failed to make my heart do summersaults inside my chest.

But I never had the guts to tell her that. I mean, she was super cute and I was the goofball of Mystery Inc.

So, I knew I had no chance.

"Raggy!", Scoob snaps me out of my thoughts,

Nudging me with his elbow and letting me know that we made it to the airport. While grabbing our bags, I look over at the large tree by the entrance and my heart drops like a sack of potatoes.

There she was in all her glory. With her pretty hair and eyes that shined like gumdrops. She was just as pretty as I remembered. I could already feel the goofy grin settling on my face.

YOUR P.O.V.

"Want anything from the gift shop, while I'm in there?", Daphne questioned,

"I'm good- oh! Maybe food from the McDonald's next door?", I request,

Looking up from the book I bought prior to getting here. I watch as my sister gives me an unimpressed look, placing a hand on her hip.

"What? I missed breakfast!", I retort at her reaction,

"And who's fault is that?"

"Um, yours? If you hadn't hogged the bathroom all morning to do your hair, I would've had enough time to make some food"

"Well, excuse me for caring about my appearance. You think all this takes five minutes?", she says,

Gesturing to herself. Once she realized there was no getting through to me, she accepts defeat by sighing to herself and rolling her eyes.

"Fine, but just this once. That stuff will kill you"

"Not fast enough, apparently", I answer,

Getting back to my reading. She shakes her head, before walking off.

"Be back soon, ciao"

"Ciao", I replied,

Without averting my gaze from the pages.

As I was waited for her to get back, I decided to grab the water bottle I had in my backpack. Just then, my journal falls out from one of the compartments

Jeez, it must've been a while since I've cleaned this out.

I flip through the pages and come across one that was covered in hearts with arrows shot through them. The letters (Your First Initial) and S added together on the insides.

I've always had a thing for Shaggy. He was always such a sweetheart. I remembered how he would always give me the cherries off his sundaes, regardless of how much he wanted them.

"Shaggy, you don't have to keep giving me the cherries, if you want them", I say,

"Like, I know you want them, so...let me be a gentleman", he says,

Picking one off the vanilla ice cream and handing it over to me. For the first time ever, I decided to rid myself of the familiar shyness I was always plagued with and take it from him with my teeth, causing a bright red hue to brush against his cheeks.

"Like, wow", he giggled shyly.

Not to mention, how incredibly cute he was. I couldn't help but sigh at the memories of those pretty blue eyes staring back at me.

I knew I should've said something before we all split up, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it and besides, he probably didn't feel the same way.

As I was strolling down memory lane, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"HiYAH!", I yell,

Hitting whoever it was in the shin, before pinning them to the tree by their throats. Once I realized who it was, I gasp.

"Like, wow", he grinned,

I couldn't help but feel a weird sense of Deja Vu when he said that.

"Shaggy! I am sorry!", I apologize,

Pulling away and fixing his shirt.

"Just as strong as I remember", he says,

Rocking back and forth on his heels, with the same old laugh I remember falling for. I chuckled and bent down to pick up my stuff.

"Oh, let me help you with that", he says,

Getting down and accidentally butting me in the head with his, causing us both to fall backwards, exclaiming in pain.

"Owie!", he whines,

Grabbing his forehead, as I laugh doing the same.

"Good to see you again, Shagster", I say,

"(Y/N)", I hear a familiar sound coming from behind me,

I turn around and see the best boy in the world.

"Scooby!", I yelp in excitement,

As he ran over, barking and greeted me with a lick to the face.

"Hiya, boy!", I scratch at the back of his head,

Whilst his tail wagged and foot tapped softly on the grass.

"Like, he really missed you!", Shaggy says,

Making me turn to face him.

"We both did", he admitted shyly,

My heart skipping a beat listening to his words.

"I missed you too, you screwball", I kid,

Getting back on my feet and finally embracing him. At first I felt his body stiffen against my touch, but he eventually melted into me and his arms go around the small of my waist.

We pull away and our lips were merely inches apart. It felt like time stopped and everything else disappeared around us. In that moment, we were the only people to exist.

"(Y/N)?"

"Shaggy?", I whisper,

Feeling the magnetic current pulling me closer towards him. Just as we were about to close the space between us, we were interrupted.

"Oh my god", Daphne says,

Carrying my food in her hands, watching us leap out off each other's arms.

"Shaggy?", she calls out,

"Oh, like, Hi, Daph!", he says,

"What are you doing here?", she chuckles,

Walking closer towards us and handing my the paper bag and drinks.

"Well, Scoob and I got this super creepy invitation to solve a mystery on-."

"Spooky Island", they both say in unison,

"Like, how groovy, man!"

My head snaps in his direction.

"Wait, you got invited too?", I ask,

"Well, yeah! Didn't you hear about the all-you-can-eat buffet they're hosting?", he questions,

Making me laugh to myself. Of course, he would go for the food.

"Well, let's hope we're the only ones who got the invite", Daphne says,

Walking into the airport. We take a moment to look back at each other, before shrugging and picking up my belongings. We trail behind her and made our way through the bustling crowd. I take a bite of my burger, before looking over and finding Shaggy ogling at it.

"Hm?", I hum,

Offering him a bite.

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly-"

"The plane won't be serving food till three", I interrupt,

"Who am I to deny such a gracious offer?", he jokes,

Making me chuckle to myself.

"Wanna go halfsies?", he asks,

"Sure", I agreed,

Watching him split the burger in half and handing me the bigger piece.

"Thank you", I say,

Continuing to enjoy my share, along with the fries I was already sharing with Scoob. I throw a fry in the air and laugh as the pooch jumps up to catch it.

While walking, Scooby grabs the dufflebag Shaggy was holding and made his way to the bathroom.

"Where's he going?", washing down the last bite down with my drink,

"Oh, you'll see", he replies,

It takes us a while, but we finally get to the check-in, where Daphne proceeded to argue with the man behind the desk.

"What do you mean I can't have seven carry-on bags?! That is so economy!", she complains,

"Yeesh", Shaggy muttered to me,

"Oh, that's just her makeup. You should see the suitcases full of costume changes and hair products", I say,

Making the tall geek laugh at my joke. I look around and my eyes fall on two very familiar faces.

"Daph?", Fred called out,

Catching my sister's attention.

"Crap", Velma muttered to herself,

"Oh, no. I'm not talking to you guys", she snapped,

Pretending to zip her lips shut and throwing away the key, but alas, she could not control her anger.

"What the heck are you doing here?", she questioned,

Watching the pair make their way over to us. That's when Fred eventually notices me and Shaggy.

"Oh, hey, you two", he greets,

We couldn't do anything but wave awkwardly.

"Isn't it obvious? We all received the same letter from one Emile Mondevarious...the reclusive owner of Spooky Island", Velma explained,

"It's not fair! I was gonna solve the mystery all by myself for the first time ever", Daphne argued,

As Fred scoffed. Oh no.

"How are you gonna save yourself when you get caught?", he poked fun at Daphne's past of always being the damsel in distress,

"I'm a black belt now. I've transformed my body into a dangerous weapon", she answered,

As him and Velma laughed at her response.

"It's true!"

"Far out! I guess we're, like, all going to Spooky Island, man!"

Daphne rolls her eyes and returns her attention to the check-in employee.

"Hey, where's Scooby?", she asks Shaggy,

Just then, the Great Dane, or should I say, Great Dame, emerges from the crowd. All dressed up in an long-sleeved dress, cheetah print reading glasses and a straw hat.

"Hello, sorry", he says,

Navigating his was through the fellow airport patrons.

"They don't allow big dogs on the plane", Shaggy explained nonchalantly,

As I let out a shocked laugh.

"You've got to be kidding", Velma protested the ridiculous disguise,

"No one is stupid enough to believe that", she added,

"Who's the ugly old broad?", Fred asks,

Leaning over to Shaggy. Velma shakes her head at Fred's naiveness and folds her arms over her chest.

"Say hello to Grandma", Shaggy announced,

"Attention. Flight 3774 to Spooky Island is now boarding", the announcer alerts through the telecom,

Everyone, besides Shaggy and I, groan before heading towards our terminal.

SHAGGY'S P.O.V

"Shall we?", I move over and gesture for her to step in front of me,

"My my my, what a gentleman. Just like I remember", she smiles,

Walking ahead.

"Nailed it", I sing to Scoob,

Before following behind her. We arrive inside the plane and take our seats. A moment passes and Scoob nudges me, before holding up the neck pillow we brought.

"Aaah"

I quickly picked up what he was putting down.

"Say, (Y/N)", I call out,

She turns back to me.

"Could I interest you in some in-flight comfort?", I ask,

Offering it to her. She grins to herself, before taking it.

"Why, thank you, Shagwell", she says,

Putting it on. I turn to Scoob and he raises his eyebrows at me.

"Butt out, Scoob", I scold in a whisper,

Before looking back at her. I swear heaven was missing an angel. Like, how could someone be this perfect? I could feel the blood rush up to my cheeks every time she spoke. It always felt like that one time with the cherries. Oh, man, did it make my heart go all squirrely.

I was never man enough to tell her how I really felt back then, but those two years without her was pure torture, man. It made me realize that I couldn't put myself through that again.

So, I take a deep breath and finally plucked the courage up the guts to come clean.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"If we ever make it out of this, you know, with our head still attached to our necks"

Making her laugh. Gosh, were her little giggles music to my ears. Focus, Shaggy, Focus! I shake myself out of my distracting thoughts.

"Would you maybe wanna...I don't know...like...go out with me?", I ask,

Cringing in anticipation for the let-down of a lifetime.

YOUR P.O.V.

Was I hallucinating? There was no way on God's green earth was the man I'd been crushing on for literal years now actually reciprocating how I felt.

I pinch at my arm and hiss at the pain that brought me to the realization this wasn't just a scenario I dreamt up.

"Ow!"

"Like, what was that?", he yelped concernedly,

"Uh, nothing, it's just...", my sentence trails off into an awkward silence,

"I would love to!"

"Really?", his eyes widen,

"Really?", Scooby repeats,

"Really! I mean, I don't know if you've ever noticed, Shaggy, but, I've always liked you", I admit,

"...Get outta here, like, me too!", he responds,

"Wait, what?! Why didn't you say anything?!", I questioned,

"Well, I mean...look at you", he blushes,

Making the heat rush to me cheeks too, as I pout in awe.

"You're so pretty and smart and nice...and you share your food with me! I mean, that takes a whole lotta moxie!", he explained,

Gosh, was he freaking adorable.

"That totally puts you out of my league!"

"Oh, Shaggy", I sigh,

Taking his scruffy face in my hands.

"You're the best guy I know", I reassure,

"Which is why I'm gonna do what I should've done a long time ago", I say,

Closing the gap that wedge us apart for years by pressing my lips against his.

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isn’t it so crazy how matthew lillard is literally immortal and nothing can ever happen to him ever. that’s so wild

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damn the parasites in me really wanna fuck a clown rn

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my f2l yuuta idea of the week, if i may: childhood bsf yuuta, nerdy and shy, who grows up with you. ur popular but u always stick by his side, and he's in love ofc. stuttering and failed valentine's confessions, blushing whenever u show him affection, doodling ur name in his notebook in class, classic loverboy yuuta

this omg :(( i’ve had conversations about something similar—childhood friend yuuta, but i love the idea of him being a little nerdy omggg

you’ve known him since before you two could even talk, you were just infants babbling at each other, but i’m sure in yuuta’s little baby brain he was trying to say i love love love youuuu :(( your parents have so many pictures of all the pretend weddings you guys have had as kids, so many pictures of yuuta in his dad’s huge tux jacket and you in a big shirt with a makeshift belt that’s really just an extra long friendship “bracelet” yuuta made for you bc he was trying to make a bracelet big enough to show you how much he loves you, but he ran out of beads :(((

school is harder for him as you two get older, yuuta doesn’t make friends nearly as easily as he did with you but he always has you and it just makes him more in love with you… the horimiya of this all……. yuuta trying to recede into the background but you’re the friend that pulls him out of his own head and introduces him to maki and toge and yuuji and megumi and nobara and everyone else and sometimes he just sits at the lunch table w everyone and thinks how lucky he is to have all his friends but esp you because none of it would be possible w/o you :(( definitely gets a piece of food thrown at him by nobara who’s calling him out for looking dazed and lovesick but he just blushes and tries to hide it behind stuffing his face he’s so cute god,,,……. definitely doesn’t help that you call him cute too and he’s *////////* all day… doodling your name in his book is so real he’s definitely written “(_____) okkotsu” on a handful of pages which is why he’s so weirdly anxious/protective of his notebook he would literally fizzle away into dust if anyone every saw it GOD

don’t even get me started on the failed confessions PLS so many times he tries to hype himself up to leave a note in your locker or ask you out but either something goes wrong or he’s not specific enough, so it always seems platonic…. the misfortunes of yuuta…. leaving a letter in your locker on valentine’s day but he forgot your way more popular than him, so it’s just one of many notes buried in there and ofc he’s a fool so he didn’t sign his pls 😭 asking you to get ice cream after school and it’s cool, but the next day he sees you getting ice cream w megumi and he’s like oh… wait… you probably do that will all ur friends ofc,,,, just constant blundering i love him sooooo bad

the only time he gets it right is prom, and i can see him either (1) being fed up by his own blundering and really wanting to get it right, (2) being worried/jealous about hearing other people’s plans to ask you to prom, (3) you teasing him about waiting for a certain somebody to ask youuuuuu…. he definitely stutters and stumbles a bit, but he’s yuuta he’s just a sweetheart so it’ll work out :(((

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Love & Scooby Snacks: Shaggy’s Anniversary Surprise

Characters: - Shaggy Rogers  - S/O (Shaggy’s girlfriend)  - Scooby-Doo 

Trigger Warning: This story includes mentions of food allergies and mild scares in a lighthearted, humorous style.

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The day had finally arrived. The day you had circled and starred on your calendar three months ago. Today was your anniversary with Shaggy Rogers—the sweet, slightly goofy guy who made you laugh every day. You’d spent weeks planning the perfect celebration, and now you were in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on an elaborate home-cooked meal, hoping that it would make the evening truly special.

Knowing Shaggy’s love of food (and his massive appetite), you’d planned a menu that might just rival a feast. You’d even taken some cooking classes to surprise him with dishes that went beyond sandwiches and Scooby Snacks. Tonight would be a blend of romance and fun, just the way Shaggy liked it.

You looked at the clock. He’d be here any minute now, so you set out the last dish on the table—a layered lasagna with fresh garlic bread, perfectly browned and dripping with melted cheese.

When you heard the front door creak open, you ran over to greet him, wiping your hands on your apron as Shaggy stepped inside with his usual lazy smile and twinkling eyes. He held a bouquet of wildflowers—colorful, a bit messy, but somehow perfect. Just like him.

“Like, hey, babe!” Shaggy grinned, holding out the bouquet, which smelled faintly of… hamburgers? You chuckled and took the flowers, feeling your cheeks warm.

“These are beautiful, Shaggy. Thank you!” You reached up and hugged him, breathing in his familiar scent, mixed with what you could only assume was a fast-food restaurant.

He blushed and shuffled his feet. “Anything for you, ya know? I can’t believe it’s been, like, a whole year already!”

You led him to the dining room, where the table was set with a cozy candlelit atmosphere, the savory aroma of your cooking filling the room. Shaggy’s eyes widened when he saw the spread.

“Zoinks! Did you, like, make all this?”

“All for you!” you said, smiling proudly. “I wanted to do something special. Tonight, you get to sit back and enjoy.”

You pulled out his chair, and he grinned as he sat down, already eyeing the food. “Like, wow, babe, I don’t know if I’ve ever been this happy! You’re amazing!”

He reached for a plate, but you laughed, lightly slapping his hand away. “Not yet! We’re going to start with appetizers.”

Shaggy’s shoulders slumped, but he was quick to bounce back, giving you a little salute. “Yes, ma’am!”

You brought over the first course: mini mozzarella sticks and garlic-parmesan breadsticks with marinara sauce. Shaggy dove in, savoring each bite with a happy sigh. “This is, like, the best meal ever already! And it’s just the beginning!”

As the night continued, you brought out one dish after another. Spaghetti carbonara, cheesy garlic mashed potatoes, crispy onion rings, and a whole tray of sliders topped with everything Shaggy loved. By the time you brought out the main course, he was leaning back in his chair, rubbing his stomach and grinning at you with his lazy smile.

“Like, babe, if I wasn’t already in love, I’d fall all over again just from this lasagna,” he said, taking another huge bite. “You’re, like, a miracle worker in the kitchen.”

But as you settled down to eat your own food, you couldn’t shake a feeling of unease that began creeping up your spine. The house was quiet… too quiet. You shook it off, smiling at Shaggy, who was busy devouring the lasagna with absolute delight.

Just as you leaned back to enjoy your meal, there was a sudden loud *thud* from the other room. Both of you froze, your eyes meeting. Shaggy looked at you with wide, nervous eyes.

“Did you, like… hear that?” he whispered, leaning forward and glancing around, his voice barely above a murmur.

You nodded slowly, trying to play it cool. “Probably just the wind, Shaggy. Let’s keep eating.”

But before you could take another bite, there was another sound—this time a scraping, like something dragging across the floor. Shaggy jumped, gripping his fork tightly, his face pale. “Uh… are you sure it’s the wind?”

You swallowed, feeling your pulse quicken. “Well, maybe not…”

With a low gulp, Shaggy got up, wiping his hands on his napkin, glancing nervously toward the door. “Like, maybe we should check it out… together.”

Taking his hand, you moved toward the noise, trying to ignore the racing of your heart. You opened the door to the hallway, peering into the dimness. Shaggy held onto your shoulder, practically hiding behind you as you stepped forward, his usual bravery long forgotten.

Another scraping sound came from the direction of the living room, and Shaggy whimpered. “L-Like, maybe we should, uh, go back to the table? That lasagna’s getting cold!”

But curiosity got the better of you. Steeling yourself, you walked down the hallway and slowly opened the door to the living room. The shadows seemed to loom larger than usual, and every creak of the floorboards underfoot made your stomach clench.

Then, just as you reached the center of the room, the lights went out.

Shaggy let out a yelp, clutching you tightly. “Z-Zoinks! We’re goners!”

“Shaggy, calm down!” you whispered, though you were trembling as much as he was. “There must be a logical explanation.”

A pair of glowing eyes appeared in the darkness, floating ominously before you. Shaggy screamed, holding you tighter. “I don’t need logic, babe—I need Scooby!”

But before you could react, the lights flickered back on, revealing… Scooby-Doo himself, wagging his tail and looking as clueless as ever. Shaggy’s jaw dropped as he stared at his best friend.

“Scooby-Doo! What are you doing here, buddy?”

Scooby gave a sheepish bark, his tail wagging. “Ruh-roh! Surprise!”

You laughed, relief flooding over you. “Looks like Scooby wanted to be part of our anniversary dinner!”

Shaggy grinned, pulling Scooby into a hug. “Like, I don’t know if my heart can take much more tonight! But I guess it’s not a meal without you, Scoob.”

With Scooby joining you, the three of you returned to the table, and you all dug into the food, laughing and reminiscing. It was a perfect anniversary—filled with food, a little bit of fright, and the friends you loved most.

And as you watched Shaggy feed Scooby a bite of lasagna with a happy grin, you realized that this was exactly where you wanted to be: surrounded by love, laughter, and the friends who made life an adventure every day.

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After the laughter and the delicious food, the evening began to settle into a calm, happy quiet. Scooby stretched out on the couch, his eyes drooping as he nestled into one of the pillows. Shaggy was sprawled next to him, both looking thoroughly stuffed and content, their heads leaning back with blissful expressions.

You smiled to yourself, taking in the scene as you cleared the last few plates from the table and started stacking them by the sink. You didn’t mind doing the dishes tonight—not after such a wonderful anniversary dinner.

The kitchen was warm, the light casting a soft glow as you rolled up your sleeves and began rinsing the dishes. The sound of clinking plates and running water filled the room, and the cozy, contented feeling of the night wrapped around you like a blanket.

As you washed the dishes, you thought back on the evening—the food, the laughs, the little scare with Scooby. Every moment felt special, and having Shaggy here with you made it perfect.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice Shaggy sneaking up behind you. He leaned against the counter, watching you with that lazy, affectionate smile that made your heart skip a beat every time. After a moment, he stepped forward, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Like, you really outdid yourself tonight, babe,” he said softly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy… or so full!”

You chuckled, leaning into his touch. “I’m glad you liked it. Tonight was special to me, too.”

Shaggy took a small step closer, his gaze warm and soft as he reached for a towel to dry one of the plates you’d set aside. “I, uh… I don’t know how I got so lucky, ya know? Finding someone who makes me feel like this.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you turned to look at him, your hands still dripping with soapy water. “You really think that?”

“Like, totally,” he said with a little chuckle, his cheeks flushing. “You’re, like, everything I could ever want. And more.”

The vulnerability in his voice surprised you, and you felt your own cheeks heating up as you looked down, suddenly shy. You wiped your hands on a dish towel, unsure of what to say. But then Shaggy reached out, gently tilting your chin up so you were looking at him again.

His gaze was tender, his usual playfulness replaced by something deeper. He leaned in, his hand still on your cheek as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Thanks for making me feel like I matter,” he murmured, his voice soft and a little shaky. “I’m, like, usually the guy who’s scared of everything… but with you, it’s different.”

You smiled, your heart swelling. “Shaggy, you’ve always mattered to me. You’re kind, and funny, and you have the biggest heart. You make me laugh, you’re always there when I need you… I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

For a moment, you both stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the kitchen quiet except for the gentle hum of the lights above you. Shaggy’s thumb brushed across your cheek, his touch light and comforting, as if he was memorizing every part of this moment.

Slowly, he leaned down, closing the distance between you. His lips met yours in a soft, lingering kiss, and you melted into him, your hand resting on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

The kiss was tender, filled with unspoken words and promises. When you finally pulled back, his eyes shone with a quiet joy, and you could feel his heartbeat echoing in the space between you.

“You make me feel brave,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Like, as long as I have you… I can handle anything.”

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder as he held you close, his hand gently rubbing your back in soothing circles. The two of you stood there, wrapped up in each other, letting the warmth of the moment surround you.

Eventually, Shaggy let out a soft laugh. “I, uh… I guess we should probably finish those dishes, huh?”

You chuckled, looking up at him with a smile. “Maybe… or we could just leave them for tomorrow.”

“Now you’re speaking my language, babe,” he said, grinning as he took your hand and led you back toward the living room.

Scooby let out a sleepy snore from the couch, his head resting on a pillow as he snoozed peacefully. Shaggy settled onto the couch beside him, pulling you close as you snuggled up together, his arm around your shoulders.

As you lay there together, the room quiet and still, you felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. This was where you belonged—by Shaggy’s side, sharing a love that felt as warm and comforting as the glow of the fading candlelight.

And as the night slipped away, you knew that this was just the beginning of many more anniversaries to come, each one filled with laughter, love, and all the little things that made your life with Shaggy so beautifully, wonderfully complete.

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[kawaiiwritingcomputer]

Hey hey idk if you're doing requests at the moment but can I have yandere poly (if you're comfy doing poly) scooby gang with a gentle giant female s/o? Like she towers over the whole gang but doesn't like violence unless necessary.

She's like that one meme

"Normaly I'm the healer but... not today" *pulls out a gun*

Thanks if you do this!!

🍄: i don’t write poly,,, but i cannot not write this. i love poly scooby gang in general! thank YOU for this request :3 im writing this as reader is willing as well 😭 i cannot imagine gentle giant resisting nor can i imagine the gang being tooo dubious

Poly!yandere!Scoobygang x giant!Reader:

let’s start with all of them are enamored with how tall you are !!!

you’re always sitting in the back with shaggy and scooby, sometimes making freddy jealous

they all argue over how they’re going to split up and find clues with you

You sit there chilling like ☺️ guys we take turns

sometimes Shaggy wins bc if the particular mystery is super scary, Scooby refuses to go without you

sometimes Velma will come with you and shaggy and scooby to tag along

Normally daphne and fred would be like :( without velma or you but they sometimes don’t mind the alone time either

and vice versa as well when its just shaggy and velma (and scooby ofc but yk dog)

shaggy gets shy around your tall nature and will sometimes pretend to be brave with scooby to protect you but he always ends up jumping in your arms

speaking of jumping into your arms lol 😭 the cut scenes of when you guys are running around trying to run away from the ghoul you guys are trying to debunk: at some point you do end up carrying all five of them in your arms

they all swoon

you help Fred make his traps when he needs to reach certain places.

you and daphne listen to his ramblings while helping him with it

Daphne is your personal stylist ofc

She cannot have one of her cuties being raggedy! Shaggy has the shaggy look down and it’s cute in him, but anyone else? puh-lease!

ofc her daddy’s and mommy’s money pays for your customized clothes bc of your height. sometimes it’s hard to shop lol

Velma is the shyest around you

whether you’re lanky like shaggy or muscular johnny bravo

girl swoons over you literally. she loves going to libraries with you and watching you grab her books for her

Shaggy can too tbh but he likes eating more than reading so you’re taken to the library instead

Shaggy cooks for everyone (canon, sometimes fred joins) but he makes your food portions just like his 😭

big sandwiches and ridiculous toppings and all! unless you have preferences, then scooby will be like “ruh-uh (Y/N) doesn’t like that!”

Scooby stays near you and shaggy as a given

love the personal headcanon that he’ll give you and shaggy warnings if you guys don’t see something that can hurt you guys

so quite literally the look out dog for you

kinda funny how you’re seen as the intimidating one bc your height but it’s literally the whole gang everyone has to worry about 😭

god forbid anyone makes you tear up

the whole gang is pulling up with their personal weapon of choice

Daphne doesn’t even need a weapon 🙏🏽 she just karate kicks them in the throat and then hands you her handkerchief (she keeps it)

sometimes with daphne or velma being taken as hostage, that’s when you put on the brave face to find them by yourself

much to the boys dismay when they realize you disappear too leaving it to shaggy to find the ghoul with you chasing you

“Found them Freddy!”

“Where’d you put Daphne/Velma monster!” is your shout as you continue to chase

“I’ll build trap!”

You hear Freddy and shaggy and set trap up

sometimes it changes but it goes something like that every now and then

with how willing you with the gang and the adventures, you almost forget they’re yandere for you

until it’s time to split up again or it’s time to figure out who gets to sleep next to you (they’re all jealous of scooby for being a dog and being able to sleep on your legs)