#Shaggy agere

[eflen-n-reegee]

Caregivers Mystery Inc. Headcanons (Scooby-Doo)

Fred Jones

If there’s something you try to avoid doing - brushing your teeth, taking a nap, etc - he’ll create a trap to catch you in. Every trap is super safe and incredibly fun!

He’s probably the best cuddler in the gang; he gives fantastic bear hugs.

Fred loves taking you for rides in the Mystery Machine - especially if being in a moving vehicle helps you fall asleep.

He’s big on puzzle books and loves to go through them with you.

He TRIES to be firm with you… but he just can’t be. You’re too cute!

Velma Dinkley

She is ACTUALLY firm with you; no puppy-dog eyes are going to change her mind. Nice try, though.

She enjoys doing crafts with you; anything that can occupy her hands but doesn’t take too much focus is appealing to her. You once made her a beaded glasses chain, and she wears it everywhere.

She likes to give you worksheets to do - usually relating to history.

She’ll read you Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew books, and she makes sure you notice the important clues.

In general, Velma does best with big kids. She loves little kids, but hanging out with a kiddo who can (kind of) understand the things she talks about makes her feel more like a parent.

Daphne Blake

Daphne, on the other hand, does best with littler kids and babies. She loves having someone to fuss over and take care of.

She loves helping you get dressed everyday, and always puts you in cute outfits.

She is fascinated by chemistry, and definitely shares that passion with you. Making baking soda volcanos is one of your favorite shared activities.

If you like roller coasters, she’s right there with you! Daphne loves coasters and can usually arrange for you to sit in the front car if you want.

(But she insists on being the one to buckle you in. You’re much too young to do it by yourself!)

Shaggy Rogers

Food is his love language. You’re feeling upset? He cooks up your favorite comfort meal. You did something really hard? He takes you out to celebrate! You’ve been playing for a long time? Snack break!

He is also SUPER careful about any food restrictions or allergies you have - and he will not hesitate to approach the waiter if there’s a mistake in your order. (He’s always polite, of course, but he’s not going anywhere until you have food you can eat.)

Whenever you have nightmares he’s right there to calm you down and help you fall back to sleep.

One of his favorite thing to do is hang out and watch movies with you. Even scary movies are fun (though he sometimes closes his eyes).

He can always, ALWAYS make you laugh…

Scooby-Doo

And YOU can always make SCOOB laugh. He’s very easily amused and his snickering laughter make you giggle.

(And he also makes you laugh when he does impressions. The dog’s a total ham!)

He’s super protective of you; even the scariest ghost couldn’t make him leave your side.

He love to play with you, or just hang out…

But his favorite thing is to curl up beside you and take a nap, knowing no monsters can get near you.

[sleepystarb0y]

hihi !!! u dont have to and dont feel pressured at all but if u wanna cld u maybe make a scooby doo mystery inc moodboard thats masc, with the characters scooby and shaggy please ?

i had so much fun making this, i love this show!!

[tinyowlet]

[lauras-happy-place]

[theskzkiddo]

hello! >:D!

i’ve recently got really into scooby doo so i made

SHAGGY REGRESSOR EDITS <3!

and they’re so cute!! <3!

i will be doing velma, fred, and daphne too! :3!

remember my requests are open so send some in if you’d like! i do edits, moodboards, headcanons, and small blurbs! :3!

i also do any fandom :D!

so yeah! that’s all and i’ll see y’all later B))!

[soapy-anon-agere]

Shaggy Agere/Just Shaggy stimboard

All images I got off Pinterest: links lead to original Pinterest posts.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9

Made this for @shaggyandscoobskiddo

[deadpoetskiddo]

scooby doo agere headcannons!

fred is a regressor, shaggy is his cg, velma and daphane switch between both

fred regresses to 3-4 while daphane regresses to 7-10 and velma regresses to 2-5

velma loves plain orange onesies

fred still wears his ascot while regressed

fred regresses due to stress and sometimes while getting frustrated with traps he will involuntarily regress

shaggy wants to try regressing but is too scared to

[thorin-baby-bear]

Hello!!

I’ve never requested before so I’m sorry if this sounds weird :(

But I saw you post Agere stuff for bullet train!!! Could you do a cg!Lemon x little!reader who has issues with textures n stuff? Ty!!!

:D

Hello, I don't know if this is what you were looking for, but I had a blast writing it! Also, if you were looking for something different, lemme know and I'd be glad to write it!!

Nap Time

A cg!Lemon x little!reader story

gn!reader

CW: The absolute worst textured, shaggy blanket you could imagine

Lemon was still snoring quietly when you crept into his room. His bed was large, so you very carefully slid in beside him, only shaking the bed a little as he grumbled in his sleep. You tried to grab onto the blanket he was using but immediately pulled away, your hands still feeling the terrible shaggy texture as you shook them in disgust. You made a little sound of distress, watching as Lemon wrapped himself even tighter in the blanket. Huffing frustratedly, you poked Lemon in the head, stopping only when he began to blink himself awake. 

“Whassit…” Lemon mumbled, slapping gently at your hand and shaking his head. 

You whined, sitting back huffily. Lemon sat up with a big yawn. “It’s so early, love.” He mumbled, checking the clock by his bed. “What’s up?” You hesitated before reaching out tentatively and making grabby hands. Lemon blinked for a moment before shaking his head with a chuckle and unwrapping the blanket, making a space for you to crawl in next to him. You shook your head, pointing to the blanket with a scowl.“Icky.” You said, crossing your arms. Lemon squinted at you in confusion, the brain fog still lingering as he tried to understand. 

“Icky?” He said, looking at the blanket. You nodded, shaking your hands at the sensation of the shaggy blanket. After a moment, Lemon gave a quiet ah of understanding and tossed the blanket to the floor. “Why don’t you pick one of the ones at the end of the bed, hon?” He said, gesturing towards the neatly folded blankets. You nodded, feeling over each of the blankets to find one with a good texture before picking a fluffy yellow one that reminded you of a duckling and handing it over to Lemon. “Dis one.” You said, biting back a yawn as you lay down on the comfortable bed. Lemon smiled fondly and lay down next to you, wrapping you in both the blanket and his arms as you snuggled into him. “Someone’s sleepy, yeah?” You shook your head, but your heavy eyelids told him otherwise. Lemon ruffled your hair and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, making you giggle and squirm a bit. “Well I am, so budge up and quiet down mate.” He said. 

You sighed, rolling your eyes as if this wasn’t your plan from the beginning. “Otay…” You murmured, wiggling deeper into Lemon’s embrace. “You sleep as long as you like, love. No icky blankets to be found, I’ll burn the other one.” He sighed. You nodded, brushing your hair out of our face and trying to keep cool. “You wake up and we’ll eat whatever you want. Maybe even some oatmeal?” You made a gagging sound and Lemon chuckled. “Okay, no oatmeal.” 

“No oatmeal.” You agreed sleepily. 

Lemon smiled into your hair and yawned again, not missing the way you squirmed a bit at the proximity and backing up. “Better?” He asked. You nodded, already a million percent more comfortable, and your eyes grew even heavier. Eventually, after a bit more shuffling and negotiation, you both found a position that made you comfortable and able to start actually falling asleep. As you drifted off, all you could think about was the warm, soft comfort that surrounded you and how wonderful your Papa was. And that disgrace of a blanket on the floor? Lemon did in fact get rid of it the next morning, and he made sure to never buy anything like that again.

[archie-sideblog]

i may have to start a compilation of betty comically sneaking.

i'm giving the comic the benefit of the doubt that the master here is a joke on white new-agers selling fake wisdom (since that is the plot), making the mix of garb intentionally vaguely offensive. but it could just be the latter.

i appreciate veronica's evil grin at the end. off-screen violence is the best violence

i just really love some of the art from this era. the great thick lines. the shaggy hair. the bell bottoms. the art is dan decarlo with the ink being "rudy l." i'm not enough of a fan to have paid attention to the artists' names as a kid, even if i recognize the style, but i'm tagging in case rudy keeps making appearances

[sleepystarb0y]

25 days of agere moodboards :: day 12 :: things that make you nostalgic - care bears, hello kitty, scooby-doo

[zombiedrummer]

[theskzkiddo]

masterlist of edits!

hello! here are all the edits i’ve done so far!

also! they can all be found under the tag 🖍️kiddos edits🖍️ /info

SKZ

Stranger Things

MHA

SCOOBY DOO

STEVEN UNIVERSE

COOKIE RUN

[lauras-happy-place]

Best friend board: Scooby and Shaggy

[catfang12]

Scooby-Doo wallpapers and backgrounds 💙

[tiefling-queer]

Inside Out of Character Part 1

I honestly didn’t expect so much encouragement for this, but I’m so happy that people seem interested in hearing me talk about my RPG characters that I love so much! I hope to kind of cover my thought process behind characters in this series, and touch on cornerstone moments that I feel defined or changed their personalities.

For part one, I’ll be starting with my minotaur fighter, Tam es Eleutherios

For some background on what I was thinking when I made this character: The DM described their undersea exploration campaign as a ‘meat grinder’ and ‘an excuse to throw the monster manual at [us]’. I knew out of game that whatever characters I made for this campaign would be up against deadly and double-deadly encounters regularly, and might not make it. And in game, any character who knew what this mission was knew that the last one 100 years ago never came back. So, with that in mind, I made a collection of characters with various motivations for being on a death ship - desperation, curiosity, faith, ignorance. The first character I picked out of a lot of like 4 or 5 was Tam. 

Tam is a minotaur fighter, a former pirate, and a character who’d be less sad (both less depressed himself and less depressing to think about for me) if he died sooner, like he was supposed to.

The idea behind his character is a retiree looking for a last hurrah. He’s 100 years of bad habits and unhealthy behaviors, all culminating into ‘well I’m getting old, might as well die in glorious combat to avoid a fate like watching myself get weaker in some home for the elderly.’ He was never meant to change as a person, in a ‘you can’t teach an old dog new tricks’ way. His goal in joining the expedition was completely 100% to die on the most dangerous and least understood sea in the world (this took some getting used to for me, so there would be some situations I’d pull back from and others I’d throw myself at and I’m honestly shocked and amazed he hasn’t died yet.)

Tam’s clan name translates to ‘free man’, and he spent his youth obsessing over how to properly honor a family name. In the end, he decided that a family name is useless to proliferate if you can’t say you represent it, so he put freedom as his pillar virtue and began shaping his life around achieving ‘perfect freedom’, whatever that means. When he found his love of sailing, he decided to take that to be the freedom he was trying to achieve and live up to. When a captain of his started talking about getting a crew together and driving out a large trading company threatening to put the smaller merchant sailors out of business, he hopped on board with the plan immediately. When he realized that he was close to living a quiet, contented, boring life with his fiance, he got himself shanghaied onto one of the most feared pirate vessels of the time. Tam hopped from boat to boat for decades, and when an invitation was extended to go on what was surely a suicide mission, he accepted it without a moment’s hesitation. 

In his effort to understand freedom and make it tangible, he decided that the fewer things you have to tie you down, the fewer and more transient your bonds are, the happier and freer you are. If you have no ties, there’s nothing to hold you back, to tug, to hurt when you try to move forward. Tam’s the last of his family name, and he was no where near home to hear about his sister and her children’s deaths when they happened. He doesn’t even know if the man he loved still lives in the town they’d made a life in. He’s never kept in touch with a crew after he steps off a ship for the last time. Tam’s entire philosophy is about avoiding personal attachments in order to maintain freedom, to the point where he’s afraid getting too attached to anyone will tie him down and trap him.

So, one of the defining features of Tam’s backstory, pillars of his character, and a main flaw that I wanted to focus on while I was writing and playing him, is an aversion to commitment and an unhealthy and impossible idea of what ‘freedom’ is.

One of the first sessions we had wasn’t really an assigned mission, it was just the party (at the time, a group of randomly-assigned cabin mates) deciding to do a good deed with their last night in civilization. We were searching for a lost girl, and the clues led us (too slow, too slow) to a sea hag in the process of finishing metamorphosing said lost child into her true form as a hag. I failed a wisdom save in like the first round of combat and instantly dropped to 0 hit points. Eventually, we were just too little too late throughout the fight, and the girl was transformed into a sea hag. The entire time, Tam kept talking to the new hag as though it still had the consciousness of the young girl. From the outside looking in, this is a very funny visual, getting barfed on by a sea hag and saying ‘ah, yes. Typical teen-ager stuff I went through a similar phase’, and swearing to the party that ‘we take this to our graves’ when the young hag was finally killed, but it’s actually a great example of the way Tam handles problems - he doesn’t. He pretends everything is fine, until he can’t, and then it’s white lies and running away. The party told the lost hag child’s parents that their daughter was dead and the party was unable to save her, but we never did tell them any details, and we certainly never told them we were seconds from bringing her back alive and well to them. Leave town that night, drink a little more than usual, don’t think about it again.

The fight with an aberration known as the Shimmering One (homebrewed) comes in as a one-two punch. The monster’s illusion makes it appear as someone in a person’s past that they’ve cared about. So, when Tam looks out and sees the man he ran away from, he runs again - by jumping off the boat. He has a short dilemma in the water about running away again while his friends are getting attacked on board the ship. To spare the details of that fight, Tam eventually does swim his way back to the ship and rejoin the fight with what the rest of the party now knows is a creepy holographic monster. I can’t remember which of the two fighters got the killing blow on it, but upon death it dealt a massive wave of psychic blowback - not only enough to drop Tam and our other fighter, but enough to outright kill our rogue. That was our first character death of the campaign.

Our next character death happened during our battle with a beholder. For some background: in game and out of game, the impending beholder fight was something we fretted over extensively - for literal months out of game. The hiatus between fight teased and the battle itself was about May or June to November or December of last year. Our expedition found civilization, had some fun around the city of Spider Path, explored some cool caves, and uncovered a conspiracy that this beholder had to take back the city. After some social not-so-niceties and working with the local government, the plan our party (in and out of game) came up with was to try to prevent a siege by challenging the beholder to combat in the Colosseum.

I’ll give you one guess who initiated that challenge.

In Tam’s mind, this fight was going to be brutal. It’s going to be deadly. They might not win, but they have to try, because the lives of the nice ‘trolley’ man and his weird cave goat named Billy and the circus man the paladin has a crush on and the overworked tavern waitress and the Colosseum sports fans and everyone else in this city are riding on it. This is fighting a tyrant for the people’s right to (relative, fantasy racist and classist under a different, less hardcore and more neutral authority) freedom.

This is how Tam wants to die.

Out of character, I’d prepped a backup for Tam’s death - a barbarian who I’ll talk about later, because while in the early stages I didn’t intend for it, he became a response to Tam. I was really, really excited to play him (still am), and I was sure that - based solely on the fact that I’m the only non-magic user in the party and would have to be up close and personal with this monster, likely out of a range that would allow for healing - Tam was going to die in this fight. Completely and wholeheartedly sure. Discussed at length with the DM, who was like ‘nah it’s not that hard of a fight you’ve got 6 party members and it’s just a beholder, 2 stone giants, and an otyugh.’ (we were 5 level 6s and 1 level 5). So I’m more than prepared for Tam’s death, especially when he’s knocked down to 12hp in two rounds and has yet to actually hit the beholder (because I have yet to roll above a 12). Eventually, the damn thing moves out of my range, and I have no better luck hitting the stone giant either, and it’s not long before I’m downed, our party is scattered to the wind, and it doesn’t look like anyone’s going to be getting to me any time soon. They take out a small squad of goblins, destroy the otyugh, kill the giants, whittle down the beholder, the druid gets turned into a rat, everyone is having a very bad time.

And while Tam is unconscious, the paladin gets turned to stone, the druid is hit by a disintegration beam, the ranger peaces out after watching the druid get dusted in front of him, and the bard is 2 and 2 on death saves before anyone can get a healing potion to her.

With the bard brought back up I’m finally healed, but our party is down to 2 fighters and a bard. While I fail to hit the damn beholder with my hand axes, the bard lands a choice dissonant whispers, and our eldritch knight eventually finishes it with his bonded hand axes. With the fight over, we assess our losses.

Now, this isn’t the first time Tam’s been too little too late to save someone in need during the course of the campaign, nor is it the first time he’s been downed in battle and wasted precious time being unconscious, or just not present for the fight. This is definitely not the first fight my dice have screwed me over and I’ve just been unable to hit an enemy. This isn’t the first combat that Tam has initiated. Also, remember that Tam not only has an unhealthy obsession with freedom and living up to a name, especially now that he’s the only one left to do so, but he also wants to die. 

Which brings us to where Tam is mentally after this fight - Tam firmly believes he is the only one in the party with nothing to live for. The bard has a girlfriend back on the ship. The eldritch knight is a well-adjusted person on a mission. The paladin is just a kid with an entire life ahead of him. The ranger has to get back from this expedition to save his brother. The druid had his parents and responsibilities waiting back at home. Tam is an old man with a handful of stories, an alcohol problem, and a mounting pile of regrets and guilt that he can’t run from anymore. He should have been the one to die, and somehow - despite doing pitifully in the fight, and barely contributing to taking down the beholder compared to the druid, the ranger, the bard, and the eldritch knight - he’s still alive, and he wasn’t even conscious to see our druid die.

And when you add all of this up, you get a very sad shaggy Scottish cow man with a downright heartsick death wish.

There’s been a lot of discussion about what’s going to happen to Tam now. I can technically retire his character - either by having him shanghai himself again, or having him commit suicide outside of combat. But I don’t think Tam would shanghai himself again - especially after seeing the illusion of his former lover. Suicide outside of a fight also feels unlikely - Tam wants to go down swinging, it’s all he’s ever wanted. But picking a fight he can’t win? Doing something reckless and stupid? Drinking himself to death accidentally? These are all very Tam things.

Tam’s spent his life letting opportunities pass by, afraid of being held back and trapped and weakened by commitment and staying in one place. Tam joined this expedition because he wanted to die in a poetic way, sailing an untamed sea. Now it’s almost like that opportunity has passed as well, and he’s no longer being picky.

I don’t think I ever intended for him to be a tragic character, so much as a flawed one. I expected him to do something reckless and die in a fight far sooner, and had envisioned it more like ‘crazy old bastard in the post-apocalyptic movie jumps into danger because he’s old and it beats sitting around and waiting to rot.’ What I got was someone who feels they watched their life go by, never able to find happiness, and maybe too late is figuring out it’s because their idea of happiness has been wrong all along.

And on the other hand, there’s Tallak Fannar, human barbarian, and I don’t know if I started doing it consciously, but I ended up building the anti-Tam.

Tallak is on the ship because the payment - both upfront and upon return - is simply an opportunity that he can’t afford to pass up. That kind of money could keep his family afloat, get his little sister the opportunity to study magic if she wants, help the village recover from a terrible winter, keep food on the table for his 7 younger siblings on days when the hunting isn’t so great. Tallak loves his family, loves his village, loves almost everyone he meets. His philosophy is that a hunting party is always stronger when everyone is close, when there is good communication and relationships at the foundation, and he believes that it’s his responsibility to extend that strong sense of family and connection to whoever he’s working with. Tallak is a 19 year old who’s been very sheltered in his little village for his entire life, and only in the past year or so began venturing out to take odd jobs. Tallak sees commitments and bonds as strength. Tallak has his life ahead of him, and a lot to learn about the world, and he came on this boat to live.

Tam, and by extension Tallak, is a great example of taking a character that I didn’t think would be very engaging for me and was meant to be a silly concept - ‘oh I want to play an old cow pirate who talks like Barbossa, how fun!’ and becoming a life lesson and personal callout for me and my own duality. I’m terrified of commitment, of being stuck and tied down in one place, of establishing relationships that will eventually end and hurt when they do. At the same time, I’ve only lived this long with the help of my (found) family, of my friends and the people and relationships in my life that have kept a roof over my head and food in my belly and a reason to wake up when I had none. Tam and Tallak represent both a ‘stuck’ way of thinking and a conclusion I could easily come to, and the possibilities that still remain open to me as long as I keep reaching out to others.

[yoongisbbydoll]

100 Reasons Why, 10

pairing ─  bts, reader

currently: jung hoseok, min yoongi, kim taehyung

genre ─  soulmates, slice of life

length ─  2,000 words

warnings ─  bigamy, polygamy, smut

synopsis ─  Love is a powerful thing. Let it settle under your skin and in your bones. Let it live, let it breathe. Do not beat it down and know that your love does not reach one person, but everyone around you. 

chapter index ; here.

Goodbyes

Yoongi’s mother was sick. It hit the entirety of your small apartment like a storm cloud cloaking itself over a busy city, rain falling relentlessly on everyone and everything. No one knew what to do—Yoongi hadn’t touched his computer in weeks. He was calling home every day, countless hours spent locked away in his office whispering into the phone with his dad or mom when she could, even his brother had joined in on a call to talk. He didn’t come out unless he needed to eat or sleep.

Hoseok and Taehyung didn’t talk about it, the topic made Yoongi angry and he would shut it down as soon as someone brought it up. But you were relentless, you stared him down at the dinner table and asked for an update. He would mumble and push around the food on his place, shoulder’s burdened, hair shagging down over his eyes. You’d never seen him like this, so hurt and distant; he’d never been the type to hold back from telling you what bothered him, from opening to you even if just in private. But this was a personal issue he holds close to his heart; his family was everything to him.

Hoseok encouraged Yoongi to take some time to himself and go see his mom but he refused though you couldn’t understand why. Maybe it would be too hard to him, going to the hospital to only see her hooked up to all those machines as they supported her life every second of the day.

At night, Yoongi would take the edge of the bed, turning to face away from everyone. It hurt, and multiple times you tried to wrap yourself around his back only for him to get up and sleep on the couch.

One day, after he left the bed to sleep alone, you followed him. You wrapped a blanket round your shoulders and plopped down next to him. He didn’t say anything for the longest time, but you were fine with the silence, understood what it meant to him.

Finally, he spoke up, “Dad wants me to go say goodbye. Every time he ends the call he says this could be the night and it scares me more than anything.”

“Yoongi, you need to go.” You rested your head on his shoulder and he wrapped and arm around your waist, gripping you so tight you were afraid you’d fly away if he let go.

“If I go, that only confirms that she’s going to die.” His voice cracked and your throat started to swell. You could never hold your emotions back in front of Yoongi.  

You looked up at his face, outlined in the glow from the nightlight in the kitchen. “But if you don’t, you’ll never forgive yourself for not saying goodbye.”

“I shouldn’t even have to be saying goodbye.” His voice piped up, ager rising.

You shook your head, “You shouldn’t. But this is your mother. This is the woman who was there for you through everything, who cared for you when you were sick. She needs you there right now.”

Yoongi sighed, closing his eyes. “You’re right. But I don’t want to go alone.”

“We can go with you if you want. We can all take a few days off and drive down.”

“I think it’ll scare my family if all three of you come along but I want them to meet everyone.” Yoongi chuckled lightheartedly, running his hand up your side.

“I know Taehyung will be happy to finally meet them in person, he’s been complaining that he can’t really meet my family through FaceTime.”

The air felt light as a feather between the two of you, giggling softly on the couch. You were nervous for Yoongi—couldn’t even begin to imagine how he must have felt—but you just wanted to be with him. To hold his hand and support him, to let him cry or talk it out or just sit in understanding silence for hours as he worked out the puzzles in his head. When he was ready to talk, you—along with Hoseok and Taehyung—would always be there for him with open arms and open hearts.

It was decided in the morning that you all will take four days off everything to road trip to Yoongi’s hometown. Taehyung and Hoseok were a bit hesitant because you were the only one to have met his family face to face, but you were confident that they would all get along well—even Yoongi agreed, and that was saying something.  

Taehyung prepared a freezable meal for Yoongi’s father and snacks for the trip while Hoseok tore up the whole house trying to pack for the trip. You and Yoongi sit back on the couch watching old episodes of The Office with goofy smiles while your lovers ran around in a frantic daze.

“You could say we’re like Pam and Jim.” Yoongi commented.

You giggled, “We are not.”

“Sure, you could. They’re in love but there are things getting in the way of them being together.”

“That’s not true. We’re together right now—we literally live together.”

Yoongi shook his head, “That’s not it. Pam’s fiancé is like your vision, until it’s fixed, we can’t really be together.”

You didn’t reply, the realization striking you directly in the chest. You could almost feel Yoongi roughly tugging on your heart strings, snapping them without a second thought. Is that really how he felt? Is that only way you could truly be together—if you can see? Is that how they all felt? Maybe you all weren’t as close as you had thought.

Your throat tightened and you blink away tears, looking away from the TV at the wall. There was something wrong with you, but you were all too broke to do anything about it. Even the solution isn’t anything special, you could end up blind or barely seeing colors. Would you ever be able to see?

Hoseok calling for you shook you out of your thoughts. “Can you cut my hair before we go? It’s getting messy and I want to look good.”

“Me, too!” Taehyung piped up, peaking over the kitchen counter.

“I’m guessing you’ll want to do mine as well,” Yoongi smirked, nudging your side.

You shook your head, “To the bathroom.”

The boys sat on the edge of the bathtub, watching as you pulled out the electric clippers and scissors. “I don’t understand why you all trust me to do this.” You groaned, plugging the clippers in. “Okay, who’s first.”

Hoseok smiled, “I asked first.”

Yoongi and Taehyung didn’t seem to care, their eyes lingering on you in adoration. In small, seemingly insignificant moments like these, it really hits you how much you love all of them. How much their quirks and personalities add up to something beautiful you can’t help but fall in love with over and over.

You cleaned up Hoseok’s bangs and the nape of his neck, trying not to shave off a chunk of his hair. Hoseok never prided himself on his hair as much as Taehyung or Yoongi but he didn’t exactly like to walk around looking like a shaggy dog either. Hoseok preferred to keep his bangs long enough to rest above his brow but just at such a length that if he wanted push them off to the sides it wouldn’t look weird.

Yoongi was next. He was the easiest of but was also the most impatient. He always keeps his hair down over his forehead, past his brows but not in his eyes. It was a length that often needed to be cut and trimmed but because you cut his hair so often, you naturally finished doing it the fastest. When you were level with his face, he would cross his eyes or stick out his tongue, beckoning you to mess up so he could tickle you or torture you in any other way. You avoided eye contact, trying to stay on task. But he kept running his hands up your thighs, making faces, and trying to get your attention. You rolled your eyes when you finished and pushed him back, watching as he fell into the tub.

Taehyung had begun to grow out his hair for some reason he’d been keeping secret, but he insisted you at least trim his hair so he wouldn’t be left out. You had always dreaded cutting Taehyung’s hair because he’s so jittery and often moves if the scissors or clippers touched him in a way he claimed tickled. But with Hoseok and Yoongi in the room, he was clam, closing his eyes with hands folded in his lap as he allowed you to trim a few stray hairs and even out the cut.

By the time you were done, you were exhausted, drained from trying to get Hoseok’s hair right, avoiding Yoongi’s insistent movements, and trying not to cut Taehyung’s hair too short. They all thanked you and pressed soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and lips, making all the effort worth it.

After everyone washed their hair and gathered the rest of their things, you all piled into the car and headed off.

The car ride was quiet. Yoongi and Hoseok were in the front, you and Taehyung in the back. Hoseok had his hand resting on Yoongi’s thigh as your writer drove and you had your head resting in Taehyung’s lap, his slim fingers playing with the tips of your hair. Taehyung’s constant presence was reassuring, but the words that Yoongi had said earlier began to creep into the front of your mind and you couldn’t seem to push them away. They replay over and over in your head, black, venomous thoughts forming and stinging the back of your eyes and throat.

You barely noticed the hours as they passed by, too focused on your own thoughts as soft music floated through the car, everyone’s mind taking a toll elsewhere. Taehyung had drifted off with his headphones in, mouth open, forehead leaning against the cool windowpane, hand resting in your hair. You thought maybe Hoseok had falls asleep as well but his eyes suddenly snapped to yours in the mirror, like you were somehow connected and as soon as you thought of him, there he was.  

He quickly darted his eyes down to his lap and your phone gives off a loud ding shortly after.

Hope: Should I say something to Yoongi?

You: maybe???

Hope: That was NOT helpful.

I’m going to.

Wish me luck.

You: g’luck

Hope: Wow thanks.

So much enthusiasm.

You: good luck my lovely hope!!

Hoseok coughed and tapped Yoongi’s thigh. “So, what should we know before we meet the ‘rents?”

“They’re pretty simple people, don’t worry.” Yoongi sighed, pushing his hair out of his eyes as he changed lanes.

“No, I mean—is there anything I shouldn’t talk about in front of them? What do they like? What do they dislike?” Hoseok turned off the music as his speech grew quicker and more excited.

Yoongi seemed slightly uncomfortable, eyeing you in the mirror for an extra hand. You decided you were going to leave him hanging on this one, he’d be fine on his own.  

“Um, I guess don’t talk about our financial situation. My parents think I’m making a lot more with this new publishing company. Oh, and please don’t talk about children. Last time we were there they hounded our girl about how soon they could be expecting grandchildren. I don’t think I can sit through that again.”

“Okay, so no children. Anything else?” A small smile was forming on Hoseok’s face at the thought of finally meeting Yoongi’s family.

The rest of their conversation was a blur, but you ended up taking a nap for the rest of the ride. And when you woke up, the hospital was looming over you like a giddy demon. Everyone got out of the car in silence, Yoongi held open the door for everyone, saying, “After you.”

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