carameldelight

about the author

· estella

· nineteen years old

· they/them pronouns

fictional characters that i write for

[ doctor who: ]

· donna noble

· rose tyler

[ stranger things: ]

· karen wheeler

· joyce byers

· nancy wheeler

· robin buckley

[ wednesday: ]

· isadora capri

· larissa weems

· marilyn thornhill

· morticia addams

[ yellowjackets: ]

· misty quigley

· van palmer

[ other: ]

· emily charlton from "the devil wears prada"

· sidney prescott from "scream"

· suzie pickles from "i hate suzie"

requests

· open

taken anonymous emojis

[ pairing: ] karen wheeler x female reader

[ synopsis: ] karen's schedule doesn't include visiting the town's public library, though she makes an uncharacteristic trip there.

[ tags: ] emotional infidelity, flirtatious statements, fluff, hawkins public library, ted wheeler slander, the great gatsby, yearning

[ word count: ] eight hundred and forty-four words

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[ author's note: ] guess who’s meeting cara buono next month? 👀

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Karen’s physical appearance reflected within the master bathroom’s mirror — a maroon sweater wrapped around her torso, disheveled blonde hair and regular jeans. Succeeding Hawkins High School’s graduation ceremony in 1959, Karen’s physical appearance became tethered to the Wheeler family’s reputation. Composed and traditional. Karen’s forbidden from walking around Hawkins in pyjama pants, y’know? As an unemployed individual, Karen’s day-to-day schedule includes completing household chores and cooking dinner for family members. Karen’s current specialty is meatloaf — ground beef combined with countless aromatics and seasonings. Meatloaf isn’t a culinary masterpiece, though Karen’s children and husband certainly cannot complain about her putting a warm meal on the dinner table. Despite the aforementioned information concerning Karen’s day-to-day schedule, she uncharacteristically decided on visiting Hawkins’ Public Library.

Karen’s schedule doesn’t include activities other than completing household chores, therefore failing to complete sufficient physical exercise. According to scientific research, an individual requires thirty minutes of moderately intense exercise per day. Two hundred and ten minutes per week. Thank goodness that Karen’s emotionally unavailable husband — Ted Wheeler — hasn’t purchased another station wagon. Otherwise Karen wouldn’t schedule this uncharacteristic walk to the Hawkins Public Library. Karen’s somewhat enamoured by the aforementioned library’s appearance, rustic brownish bricks positioned upon identical bricks to construct a bewitching building. A bewitching building that’s purposefully shaped into sanctuary for Hawkins’ citizens that value information and intelligence. Karen’s comfortable footwear collided with a miniature asphalt staircase, leading herself towards the intricate chestnut-coloured doorway. Succeeding entering the public space, Karen wandered throughout numerous sections — cooking, fiction, murder mystery, et cetera. Before wandering into the classic literature section. Novels with intricate golden-coloured labels lined each shelf, providing a slightly claustrophobic experience to individuals passing through. Karen didn’t mind the slight claustrophobic experience, though. She’s looking forward to seeing a certain someone throughout this uncharacteristic trip.

Karen’s svelte fingers wrapped around “The Great Gatsby” by Francis Scott Fitzgerald — literature which the blonde-haired woman reviewed numerous times within high school. Published within 1925, “The Great Gatsby” follows a mysterious millionaire who’s obsessed with reuniting with his former girlfriend. There’s something unnecessarily enticing about literature which progresses throughout the Roaring Twenties. Karen’s fingers absentmindedly traced against the aforementioned novel’s cover, reminiscing about the enticing and historical storyline. Should Karen sign “The Great Gatsby” out? Before successfully concluding her internal discussion, the primary librarian pushed a chestnut-coloured trolley into the historical fiction section. The aforementioned trolley’s cluttered with novels — presumably novels which were recently returned to Hawkins’ Public Library. A librarian’s duties never end. Karen smiled softly, something which was immediately reciprocated by yourself.

It’s exhilarating witnessing an “acquaintance” within a professional environment. Karen’s initial interaction with yourself occurred at Melvald’s General Store, exchanging minimal conversation after accidentally reaching for the same Lemon Pledge furniture polish. Karen’s second interaction with yourself occurred at Hawkins’ Starcourt Mall, recommending clothing items to one another. Karen’s third interaction with yourself occurred at Henderson Liquors, sharing red wine and white wine within the sparsely illuminated parking lot. Interactions between both individuals weren’t innocent at all, since there’s an underlying romantic tension apparent. Karen’s attention transferred towards yourself — diligently transferring novels onto the aforementioned shelves whilst asking a question concerning Karen’s find. “Find anything worth reading today, Miss Wheeler?” Karen’s absentmindedly rotating “The Great Gatsby” between svelte fingers, responding after numerous moments of silence. “The Great Gatsby. It’s funny, isn’t it? I remember reading this novel in high school. Sometimes I think my marriage is like The Great Gatsby. All the appearances are perfect — the dinners, the polite smiles, the property — but there’s this underlying quiet distance no one talks about.” There’s a melancholic expression upon Karen’s facial features, before transferring towards an apologetic expression. Karen’s apologetic concerning dumping depressing information into your supportive arms.

[ pairing: ] rose tyler x female reader

[ synopsis: ] succeeding a time-travelling adventure alongside the doctor, rose misplaced her favourite t-shirt. one day, you were wearing the aforementioned t-shirt.

[ tags: ] fluff, implied yearning, interrupted by the doctor, making out, union jack t-shirt

[ word count: ] four hundred and sixty-five words

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There’s an intellectual conversation occurring between Rose and The Doctor, though the time-travelling machine’s consistent humming noise successfully drowns it out. Actually, it’s not necessarily a humming noise – but a heartbeat. Throughout the latest adventure, Rose courageously sported a Union Jack t-shirt while simultaneously solving the mystery of gas-masked mutants within London. Well, 1940’s London. Witnessing gas-masked mutants consistently terrorizing and transforming homeless children was somewhat traumatizing, though Rose signed up for this. Succeeding solving the aforementioned time-travelling adventure, Rose ended up misplacing her Union Jack t-shirt. Maybe it’s lost somewhere within the TARDIS’ laundry chute?

Rose eventually returned to the TARDIS’ recreational space, something created specifically for herself and yourself. Humans. Whenever entering the aforementioned space, Rose reminisced regarding former moments – journaling, listening to music, munching on chips, organizing time-travelling trinkets, trying hairstyles, watching television shows with yourself, et cetera. “The Doctor's rambling about the nanogenes connected to our latest adventure,” Rose declared. Rose’s attention turned towards how effortlessly her best friend’s resting against the chestnut-coloured couch, lighting caressing your silhouette. Another detail caught Rose’s unwavering attention – the misplaced Union Jack t-shirt surrounding your upper body. Rose typically purchases clothing in a smaller size, meaning that the aforementioned t-shirt’s tighter than other t-shirts. Which coincidentally showcases your curves. “Hang on one second! Is that my shirt?”

Rose’s first introduction to romanticism was Mickey, though both individuals weren’t emotionally available throughout that romantic relationship. Everyone knows that high school relationships don’t normally go anywhere. Succeeding terminating her romantic relationship with Mickey, she started experiencing romantic attraction towards yourself. Someone with feminine features, which she wasn’t accustomed to. Throughout the course of several months, Rose experienced an internal battle between herself and what religion taught her — attempting to accept the notion of experiencing romantic feelings towards another woman. Rose absentmindedly tugged against the Union Jack t-shirt, before whispering to yourself. “Blimey. If I’d known it’d look that good on you, I’d have accidentally left more clothes lying around…”

That’s the flirtatious statement which shattered any remaining composure within the TARDIS’ recreational space. Both individuals immediately lunged towards each other — soft lips desperately pressing against Rose’s equally soft lips. Rose’s fingers instinctively curled against the Union Jack t-shirt’s fabric, tugging her best friend closer, as if physical proximity could make up for previous romantically charged moments. Accidental hand-holding, comforting one another, eye contact from across crowded rooms, platonic dates which were similar to romantic dates, et cetera. You’ve momentarily straddled Rose’s lap, while acknowledging how greedily the blonde-haired woman reached underneath your shirt. Moisturized fingers lingering against your lacy brassiere.

[ pairing: ] werewolf!isadora capri x female reader

[ synopsis: ] isadora's roaming throughout nevermore academy's neighbouring forest. where she meets a beautiful stranger.

[ tags: ] fluff, frightened isadora, werewolf tendencies, werewolf transformation, wild blueberries, yearning

[ word count: ] seven hundred and seventeen words

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Nevermore Academy’s atmosphere seemed tense throughout the past week — werewolf faculty members and werewolf students preparing for the upcoming full moon. Including Isadora. Isadora possesses extensive knowledge regarding werewolf biology, hence remaining responsible for safety procedures.

Throughout the late afternoon, Isadora gathered every werewolf student who’s attending Nevermore Academy and directed them into the lupin cages. “Lupin cages” references reinforced containment cells upon Nevermore Academy’s grounds, commonly used to contain werewolves throughout the full moon. Especially alpha werewolves. Isaodra’s securing the bronze-coloured locks tethered to each containment cell, whilst simultaneously providing reassurance to the skittish werewolf students. Isadora didn’t receive reassurance throughout her teenage years — understanding the importance of it concerning emotional and psychological development. Which explained her unwavering tenderness.

Succeeding exiting the lupin cages, Isadora intended on tackling her upcoming werewolf transformation outside of Nevermore Academy’s grounds. The ultimate transformation location was within the nearest forest. Isadora’s chestnut-coloured boots connected with the aforementioned forest’s flooring, dirt catching against the darkened rubber outsoles. Isadora’s sensitive ears acknowledged numerous noises — cedar leaves crunching underneath the auburn-haired woman’s footwear, cedar leaves rustling underneath the evening breeze, a small stream running throughout the forest’s distance, et cetera. There’s something unnecessarily calming about a forest’s environmental noises, especially to werewolves.

There’s something primal thrumming throughout Isadora’s bloodstream, which is perceptible to the “miniature” critters surrounding herself. Isadora’s maroon-coloured nails transformed into sharpened claws, signifying the beginning of her werewolf transformation. Isadora’s entire skeleton started elongating — sounding similar to Rice Krispies cereal snapping, crackling and popping within milk. Despite possessing extensive experience regarding werewolf transformations, Isadora’s still unaccustomed to the physical pain. Hence her full-throated whimpering. Isadora’s teeth transformed into sharpened fangs — snapping against the evening breeze, creating numerous noises which echoed throughout the forest. Succeeding the aforementioned transformations, Isadora’s sharpened claws curled into her professional clothing. Ripping fabric from her sensitive skin and successfully welcoming auburn-coloured werewolf fur. Despite Isadora’s round-shaped eyes transforming into almond-shaped eyes, they stayed that familiar colour. Brown. Somewhat mysterious underneath the moonlight.

Isadora’s paw shape imprinted into the forest flooring, leaving evidence of her animalistic transformation behind. Isadora’s werewolf figure practically loomed over the surrounding natural habitat, though posed minimal danger to its critters. Beavers, crickets, porcupines, squirrels, et cetera. There’s one singular question lingering throughout Isadora’s mind — how would she spend the following hours?

Isadora’s aimlessly wandering throughout the nearest clearing, pearlescent moonlight casting werewolf-like shadows across the forest’s flooring. Moisture collected underneath Isadora’s paws whenever taking an additional step, since the grass is dew-soaked. Isadora’s sensitive ears acknowledged branches breaking within the clearing’s distance, signifying another individual’s presence. Branches breaking underneath boots. Werewolves were typically depicted as vicious creatures — though Isadora became easily frightened whenever coming across strangers. Especially within the wilderness. Isadora effectively concealed herself behind the closest stretch of underbrush, heart hammering.

Since four o’clock in the afternoon, you’ve been wandering throughout the forest that borders Nevermore Academy. Residents of Jericho rarely venture towards Nevermore Academy’s extensive grounds, though this evening is the safest to do so. You’re currently searching for one specific pie ingredient — blueberries. What’s the purpose of foraging for fruits instead of purchasing fruits at Jericho’s grocery store? It’s significantly cheaper. There’s a beige-coloured wicker basket hanging from your right arm, intended for the aforementioned blueberries.

Whilst wandering throughout the clearing, you felt someone’s or something’s attention upon yourself. An intense shiver ended up running down your spine, whilst simultaneously tightening with sudden anxiety. Every innate instinct screamed at yourself to turn around, since the unknown attention lingered. Steady and unblinking. Preceding turning around and leaving Nevermore Academy’s neighbouring forest, your attention landed on something completely comedic. A monstrous werewolf peeking out from a pristine underbrush. Isadora’s brown eyes connected with your eyes, whilst simultaneously observing the strange woman approaching herself. Isadora’s snout pushed forwards, absentmindedly pressing against your outreached hand. Tender ministrations — almost as if Isadora was a smaller puppy.

[ moodboard: ] teenage!rockstar!isadora capri

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[ pairing: ] isadora capri x pregnant!female reader

[ synopsis: ] isadora never envisioned herself as a mother, though her younger girlfriend is within the second trimester of pregnancy.

[ tags: ] age gap, chamomile tea, conversation about pregnancy, cuddling, fluff, implied g!p isadora, werewolf tendencies

[ word count: ] five hundred and twelve words

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Isadora never envisioned herself experiencing motherhood throughout forty-three years of existence, though numerous evenings of unprotected intimacy resulted in absolute shock. Isadora still recollects pregnancy tests strewn across the bathroom counter and how she re-evaluated personal feelings regarding motherhood. Despite originally expressing uncertainty towards the entire situation, Isadora became the most supportive individual ever. The most supportive girlfriend ever.

Isadora momentarily manoeuvred between the apartment’s kitchen and living room, carrying a white-cooourd tray arranged with porcelain tea cups. The calming scent of chamomile tea reached your sensitive nostrils. According to scientific discoveries, chamomile tea includes an antioxidant called “epigenin”, which functions as a mild sedative. Isadora’s been researching specific beverages and foods – outside of regular teaching hours – which would make a pregnant individual comfortable throughout pregnancy. Especially since the second trimester’s right around the corner.

Isadora placed the aforementioned tray against the chestnut-coloured coffee table, before becoming comfortable against the maroon-coloured couch. Cushion sinking: a silent acknowledgment of Isadora’s presence beside yourself. There are numerous positive aspects about continuing a romantic relationship with a werewolf, though Isadora’s significant sensitivity to personal connections is the largest positive aspect. The auburn-haired woman is capable of acknowledging whenever you’re anxious, famished, uncomfortable, et cetera. Isadora occupied herself with pouring chamomile tea into separate porcelain tea cups, the warm steam leisurely dissipating into the atmosphere. “It’s supposed to calm the heart. And the small creature who’s currently using your bladder as percussion practice,” Isadora murmured, while simultaneously stirring the aforementioned chamomile tea. Spoon clinking against the porcelain tea cup’s side.

Isadora’s apartment remained illuminated with lavender-scented candles, another important item throughout the course of pregnancy. According to scientific discoveries, lavender possesses calming and soothing properties — making it predominantly popular within aromatherapeutic environments. “Isn’t that a charming way to talk about our baby?,” you quipped, claiming the closest available tea cup. That first taste of chamomile tea spreads warmth throughout yourself. Every succeeding swallow immersed yourself into calmness, effectively ridding the physical frame of stressful situations which occurred throughout the week. Isadora’s wall clock seemingly hesitates, letting yourself exist between slowing seconds. Tick. And. Tock.