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natsuki-bakery · 1 month ago

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Hey! I saw your Shaggy 2 Dope CG headcanons... and I was wondering if you could do a one shot where Shaggy is comforting an agere reader having a panic attack/mental breakdown after a horrible day? (Yes! I know requests are closed rn! I just wanted to get this ask in! I apologize! <3)

The day had been brutal. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong, one of those days where the universe seemed to conspire against you. You stumbled into your small, dimly lit apartment, shutting the door behind you with trembling hands. The tension that had been brewing all day finally snapped, and you slid down to the floor, gasping for breath as panic took over.

You weren’t even sure how it started—just that everything suddenly felt like too much. Like an elephant was sitting on your chest, squeezing all the air out. Your mind raced, flashing back through every awful moment, every mistake, every fear

As your vision blurred with tears, you fumbled for your phone, not even sure what you were doing, until your fingers, shaky and instinctive, pressed Shaggy’s number. He picked up almost immediately

"Hey, what up, ninja ?" His voice was casual, slightly raspy with that Detroit drawl that always made him sound like he didn’t take anything too seriously. But you couldn’t answer; you could barely breathe. The static-filled silence must have hit him harder than you expected because the next thing you heard was, "Yo, you good ? What’s goin’ on ?". You swallowed hard, trying to form words, but they wouldn’t come. Just a whimper

"Ah, crap" Shaggy muttered, but there wasn’t a trace of impatience in his voice. "You at home ? I’m comin’ !"

A few minutes later, the faint knock on your door echoed through the small space, cutting through your racing thoughts. You scrambled to unlock it, barely standing as you pulled it open. Shaggy 2 Dope, face clean of the signature ICP paint, just wearing a black hoodie and baggy jeans, stepped inside without a word

He took one look at you, eyes narrowing slightly, but then he did something you didn’t expect. Instead of asking questions or lecturing you, he knelt down in front of you and pulled you into a hug. It was awkward at first; the guy wasn’t exactly known for being touchy-feely. But you didn’t resist, collapsing against him, tears soaking into his hoodie as the panic finally started to break, like a dam cracking under pressure. He just held you, letting you breathe, letting you cry without saying a word

After a while, when your sobs had quieted down, he leaned back a little, still keeping one arm around you as he reached into his hoodie pocket with the other hand. He pulled out a plastic bottle of Faygo, of course he did, and handed it to you. "Here. Take a swig. Ain’t nothin’ like some good Faygo to put you back together !"

You managed a weak smile and took a sip. The drink sweetness hit your tongue, grounding you, bringing a bit of normalcy to the chaos in your head. But the heaviness in your chest didn’t leave. It never did, not right away. You were slipping, back into the smaller, safer version of yourself. The part of you that felt like a little kid, overwhelmed and unsure, that came out when things got too hard

Shaggy noticed the shift immediately. He might have been wild and brash most of the time, but he was sharp when it came to the people he cared about. He sat back a little, studying you, then reached into his bag again. This time, when his hand came out, he held a small pacifier, one you’d left behind in his car the last time you’d seen him. He handed it to you without making a big deal out of it. "Here, my lil’ homie" he said, his tone soft but playful, "thought you might want this !"

You hesitated for a moment, but when he nudged it closer, you took it from his hand and popped it into your mouth. The familiar comfort of the pacifier calmed you, helping you feel smaller, safer. Shaggy grinned. "There ya go, that’s better. Look at my little ninja now, all chilled out"

You snuggled deeper into his hoodie, feeling warmth from both the fabric and his words. You didn’t need to explain why you needed the pacifier or the safety of regression. Shaggy just got it—like he always did. He didn’t make it weird, didn’t question it. To him, you were just you, and that was enough

He said, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you, "you wanna color or somethin’ ? I got some paper in my backpack. We could draw some wicked clowns or dinosaurs. Whatever you’re into, little homie". You blinked at him, surprised. It wasn’t the first time he’d offered something like that, but it still caught you off guard how easily he rolled with it. Most people would think it was strange, but not Shaggy. He treated it like just another day in the Dark Carnival

He dug into his bag and pulled out a small, crumpled notepad and some markers. "These are old as heck, but hey, a marker’s a marker, right ?". You nodded, feeling a bit more grounded as you took a red marker and started drawing aimless scribbles on the paper. Shaggy started doodling too, his version of a clown with a twisted grin and oversized shoes coming to life on the page. Every so often, he’d make a sound effect—"Whoop whoop !" or "Bam! Right in the nose !"—making you giggle quietly through the lingering anxiety

"There we go, sugarplum" he said, looking at your drawing with a heartwarming smile. "You got some real skills, y’know ? And if the world tries to mess with you again, you just let me know. I’ll hit it with a dropkick. Ain’t nobody gonna mess with my little Juggalo !"

You smiled, feeling lighter in the way only he could make you feel. The markers, the silly drawings, the warmth of his hoodie wrapped around you, and the comforting presence of the pacifier in your mouth—it was enough to make the day’s awfulness fade just a bit

Shaggy leaned back, tapping your shoulder lightly. "You keep bein’ the tough lil’ ninja you are, aight ? But you don’t gotta be tough all the time. You wanna chill, be my baby clown for a while, you do that. I got your back no matter what. Ain’t nobody out here judging"

He gave you a reassuring smile, calling you "kiddo" and "sugarplum" here and there, his voice soothing as you regressed a little further. You hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear those words from someone like him—someone so wild but fiercely loyal

"I got your back, always" Shaggy said seriously, tapping his chest. "Ain’t no one messin’ with my little homie. We family, and that’s for life!"

You nodded, sniffling but calmer now. Being with Shaggy, being in this small, safe moment, was enough. You didn’t need to explain why you needed to regress, why your mind needed this space to recover. Shaggy didn’t need explanations—he just accepted it, accepted you. And in that, there was a kind of magic, the kind that made you feel like maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay

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