#scooby-doo spooky island

[number1milfloislover]

I couldn’t find any gifs of Velma’s iconic piano dance, so I made a couple lol

[crispy-gender]

Welcome back short king

[behindthescreamz]

behind the scenes with the cast of “scooby doo” (2002)

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Dream date is to go to Spooky Island

[wait-this-isnt-itunes]

at the spooky island discotheque - a playlist

Features: Pop Musik - M // Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry // Smooth - Santana, Rob Thomas // Disturbia - Rihanna // Two Princes - Spin Doctors // Video Killed The Radio Star - The Buggles // (You Drive Me) Crazy - Britney Spears // Psycho Killer - The Talking Heads // Ghost Town - The Specials // This Hell - Rina Sawayama // Roam - The B-52's // + more

[the-scooby-gang]

Wait scrappy is bonded to one of the gang right?

Which one is it? Or is it all of them. Personally I hoping it's Fred.

This is a fun story actually!

Back before the gang were all romantically together the entire Rogers clan was keeping an eye on Scrapy to see who he would bond with. There were no Rogers of bonding age for him to pair with so they all thought he was destined to be a Doo by adoption (when someone gains a Doo by being adopted into the Rogers clan) or a Doo by Marriage (where a Doo bonds with a non-Roger that is destined to marry into the family).

When I tell you Shaggy was Struggling™ because it looked like he was going to bond with Fred (he even started coping his speech patterns and saying “treasure” like that) only to turn around and attach his tiny puppy self to Daphne for months only to turn around again and go with Velma to her NASA internship as emotional support…

Let’s say Shaggy was very confused and just a bit frustrated.

But it turned out to be just the curiosity and friendliness of young puppies. Scrappy has found his Rogers not that long ago in 2011 when they found Cousin Steve on that iceberg.

[imarley]

Scooby-Doo (2002)

[saturdaymorningmuses]

Between 1998 and 2001, a series of Scooby-Doo movies were released. I dubbed these films “the monsters are real“ series. In my humble opinion, they’re the best Scooby-Doo movies ever made. Which one was your favorite? 

[bonelai]

Why do we need a "mature" Scooby Doo when Scooby Doo spooky island and Scooby Doo 2: monsters unleashed both exist. Velma wears a leather body suit for gods sake

[emmastraub3]

Early 2000's nostalgia.

[nudesfornp]

this new item reminds me of Scooby Doo Spooky Island

[wall-doll-goblin]

Things to enjoy instead of Velma:

The classic

The one with the funky theme song

The god tier films

This film series

Some personal favorites

[myersesque]

so my childhood fixation has come back with a vengeance,

[enterprise420patriots]

"It's terror time again"

Scooby Doo on Zombie Island (1998)

[spiritless-1]

Mentally I’m still at the sugar ray concert on spooky island in 2002

[knoepfl]

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

Masterlist

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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!