the concept of isadora capri of hating your cat when she found out you own one ….. 😭😭 i just know her ass is competing with your cat for your attention
thinking about her being on edge and lowkey paranoid whenever she'd come over...all the hairs would stand up on her body, but she never knew why. your place just felt Off. maybe your cat was always chilling quietly in some other room, so she never knew you even had one until it came out. you so wish you had your phone on you, because seeing your werewolf girlfriend jump up and hide behind the couch when the tiniest kitten jumped on her chest was just the best. her claws and fangs were out, and her hair kind of looked like it was fluffed up because of how scared she was 😭
just love the idea of a big dawg like her backing away in fear when your tiny ass kitten tries to go up to her 😭 when you pick it up and cuddle it, she feels jealous and fearful. and irritated, because now when she wants to cuddle later, you're gonna smell like that damn cat 😔
isadora simultaneously competing for your attention but being scared of your cat LMFAO. growling at it when it's near, but running to you when it hisses back. rubbing her scent on you so your cat knows that you're hers. huffing and puffing from across the room while you're on the couch with the cat to guilt you into paying attention to her instead :3
i know she has real beef with ur cat. like serious beef. thinking about her transforming into her wolf form and eating the cat kibble to show dominance or whatever 😭 you catch her doing it and shoo her away, scolding her for wasting food. she's whining while you force her away from the food bowl, and her tail starts going crazy when you mutter something about getting her her own food bowl since she wants to act like a mutt.
I bought some of @princeloww’s badges off Etsy and I put them on my work bag. 💼
If you want to own some of them yourself, buy them here! https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/ollybama
The included message was very sweet. Thank you Olly. 💛
I need to decide where I’m going to stick the stickers now! 🤣
Thinking bout’ Rose rn so!
Rose Tyler x Doc!reader. Rose comes on her period and reader’s still a bit clueless about it. She’s dealing with cramps, moods, that kinda stuff—and the reader just stays with her, helping her through it. Just fluff since i’m missin’ baby Billie loads 😓.
- ♟️!
rose tyler x doctor!fem!reader
warnings: none!
eagerly, your footsteps patter across the tardis metallic flooring, your boots noisily clacking in repetitive falls as you effortlessly navigate your way to where rose resided. with a tuneful knock to her door, you wait patiently, beaming the brightest of grins.
“come in…” rose eventually drawls, voice rather alike a low grumble. much different to her usual sweet chirps.
intrigued, you twist the door handle open and take a tentative step inside where your eyes lock solely onto rose who’s slumped languidly across her bed. she’s bundled up completely, thick blankets smothering her entire body right up to her chin. playing dully in the background is her tv— just some cheap gameshow.
you blink in bafflement, taking in the scene slowly. where was your usual restless rose who would be bounding about the tardis, babbling on about today’s adventure?…
“are you alright?” you inquire, unable to stop yourself as you take a hesitant collection of steps closer.
rose merely shrugs in response, the pink duvet ruffling around her shoulders slightly with the impish movement. “mmph,” she grunts, a rather mundane look across her features, “no…”
instantly, you hasten your approach, coming to a much speedier stop at her side. gently, you perch upon the bed, feeling it dip beneath your weight. “what’s the matter, eh, rose?” you hum softly, discreetly attempting to scan her with your screwdriver which earns a soft scoff from rose.
though, she suddenly switches up entirely and sulks, her head tipping down— followed by a sandstorm of blonde locks flopping messily over her sleepy face. she groans loudly, a hand splaying to her lower stomach atop the many blankets. “cramps…”
it takes you a moment before your eyes light up with realisation, “oh! period cramps?”
rose nods miserably, an evident pain crossed upon her face.
you simply nod slowly for a considerable amount of time, utterly unsure of what to say or do next. rose had stumped you. it’d been the first time you’d been stumped in a long time. “um.” you pause, lips pursing and brow furrowing slightly in thought, “is there anything i can… do?”
rose watches you think, a small toothy grin splitting across her face at your obvious cluelessness. “you can get me a hot water bottle and some tea.” she drawls.
“got it.” you instantly obey, playfully saluting before marching out the room on a mission. you swiftly swoop through the halls, cloak billowing like a royal cape behind you as you go, turning and twisting down tight bends and janky corridors until you discover the kitchen.
with a simple flick of a switch, you allow the kettle to begin boiling as you prepare the hot water bottle and a mug. once the kettle was boiled, you meticulously pour the steaming liquid into the rubber bottle and the mug— followed by a tea bag, a dash of milk, and two sugars.
just how rose liked it.
gladly, with both prepared items in hand, you make your way back to rose’s room. slipping smoothly into the room, you plop the hot water bottle into rose’s lap and pass her the filled mug.
rose smiles appreciatively up at you, eyes crinkling as her shivering hands clasp around the heated ceramic. she hums lowly, sinking back into her pillows as the hot water bottle nuzzles itself into the perfect position. “thanks doctor…” she sighs lovingly, eyes fluttering shut blissfully.
at that, you can’t help but smile unashamedly bright, practically swaying on the spot out of pure joy for satisfying your companion.
“i know you’re grinning like an idiot…” rose nonchalantly states, eyes still completely shut.
feigning a disheartened scoff, you protest, “that’s not true!”
“yes it is.” rose deadpans before gesturing loosely with her head, wordlessly beckoning you over. “c’mere, stupid.”
reluctantly, you wobble on the spot, lips pursing tight as you mentally consider snuggling up pathetically to some human girl…
your hearts suddenly pull unexpectedly in your chest, and instantaneously you find yourself curling up beside rose’s side like some clingy cat. your legs tuck up tight, back arching as your face nuzzles into the radiating warmth of her side.
rose cracks a singular eye open to study this sudden soft side of you, and she giggles lowly before bringing her spare hand around to splay tenderly across your back with the occasional light scratch which elicits a subtle shiver from you.
“don’t expect this every month…” you mumble lowly, knowing it was a complete lie as you reach for your screwdriver in your pocket. pressing your thumb to the button, a low buzzing emits— followed by a surprised gasp from rose as her cramps suddenly ease up. “it’s the vibrations…” you inform her in a soothing manner, “they’re easing your cramps…”
rose huffs with amusement, slapping your back lightheartedly. “god, i’m never letting you go…”
unexpectedly, your cheeks flush with an uninvited warmth which you’re quick to conceal in rose’s blanket. “shush, get some rest…” you murmur, in hopes of getting her to shut up.
rose simply tuts before setting her mug of swirling tea down on a nearby table: gladly returning to nestling up with you.
Suzie pickles taking young!manger reader on a date whenever she ISNT going crazy..idk I feel like she’d play nice lowkey…(fluff…) INEEEMORESUZIEPICKLESFICSNEOWOWOWOWWOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWWOOWWO
love ya 😝
-🐼
suzie pickles x manager!fem!reader
warnings: none just fluff
a low buzz of chatter fills the bustling restaurant as suzie and yourself both sit down upon a soft, leather booth. you slide yourself across the smooth material fluidly, glancing up across at suzie who’s already eagerly scrutinising the menu. you watch closely as her dark brows furrow in concentration down at the laminated sheet, eyes narrowing in focus as she reads with the occasional thoughtful hum.
you copy her actions, clutching the other menu and silently debating your options.
“i think i’ll get the penne alla vodka.” she quips, clasping the menu shut neatly.
“with wine, of course…” you add in a playful drawl, flashing the older woman a teasing grin.
she scoffs, batting the air lightly. “and you’ll get your craft beer, just like how all you youngens do.”
at that, you kiss your teeth typically and continue to scrounge the menu and what it had to offer.
not soon later, the waiter arrives, in his hand lays an awaiting notepad and pen. he turns to you both expectantly with a dashing smile on his face.
he coos, head tilting to the side in adoration slightly, “awh, mother and daughter meal?” he inquires, utterly unbeknownst.
suzie involuntarily chokes on her own spit, sputtering and clearing her throat loudly. her eyes bulge wide, flicking to yours, amusement dazzling within them. “uhm, no.” she quips, eyeing you funnily. “definitely not.”
opposite, you have to stifle giggles into your clenched fist.
a look of confusion crosses the waiter’s face and he simply nods slowly, scanning the two of you intently for a moment before continuing on with his job and politely taking both of your orders before disappearing back to the kitchen.
“oh my god… do we really look like mother and daughter?” suzie mumbles from across the table, a brow quirked. “am i seriously that much of a cougar?…”
you chuckle softly at that, eyes crinkling in the corners, “to be honest, suzie. yes.” you grin bright to which suzie shamefully shakes her head, raising an outstretched hand to hide behind and pinch the bridge of her nose.
“fuck, this is bad…” she laughs lowly, the sound like a raspy growl as her eyes settle deeply onto yours, glistening in the restaurant’s flickering candlelight.
you shrug nonchalantly, idly fondling with a salt shaker on your table, “i kinda like it.” you quip casually.
suzie raises her head, interest piqued. “seriously? you don’t mind how i’m literally… twenty years older than you?”
“nope.” you chirp lackadaisically, offering a gentle grin of reassurance. “i like it. a lot.”
suzie stifles a laugh, pearly teeth splitting in a sly smile across her features. “you could’ve told me that before i married cob…”
at that, you cock a brow. “i was a teenager when you married cob.”
suzie hums lowly, defeated. “mmph, fair enough.”
when the food arrives, the clatter and clamour of metallic cutlery clicking and clacking fills the air whilst you two both eat with a comfortable amount of chatter between you. the conversations vary vastly— spanning from work to bucket lists, music to basic likes and dislikes.
shortly after the meal, the two of you are stood outside the artificial glow of the restaurant. beating heavily down on the two of you, and completely soaking you to the bone, is a relentless downpour of rain. shivering involuntarily, you subconsciously shuffle closer to suzie who gladly wraps a comforting arm around your back and tugs you closer. instinctively, you press yourself to her damp warmth, teeth audibly chattering against her drenched dress. suzie smiles slightly, eyeing the approaching bus as its tyres sizzle like a snake’s hiss through the rainwater decorating the tarmac road like a layer of paint upon a canvas. she had reassured you that she’d wait for your bus to arrive before the two of you departed.
gradually, the bus comes to a halt. the clunky doors jolt wildly open with an impatient expectancy. reluctantly, you go to slip from suzie’s arms until she halts you and spins you around. before you could erupt into a pitiful plethora of protests, suzie’s lips are on yours. full, plump lips smothering yours skilfully in a sweet, yet incredibly passionate, kiss. you feel the vibrations of her humming lowly into the kiss, her hand snaking up the side of your neck sneakily to briefly entangle through your dripping-wet hair. your heart stutters in your chest, momentarily malfunctioning at the unexpectedness of the entire situation.
however, before you know it, your lips are cold again.
suzie pulls away, her red lipstick smeared all over her face messily, she beams so brightly that her skin pulls into delightful smile lines. she looked so chuffed with herself.
“see you tomorrow, y/n.” she chirps before disappearing into a sea of umbrellas miserably making their way down the rainy street.
you can only stand, desperately dumbfounded in the wake of such an enticing kiss. until of course the bus blares its horn deafeningly loud and you deftly leap on, incredibly flushed as the rather unimpressed driver drills a deadpan look directly at your giddy grin.
Suzie pickles taking young!manger reader on a date whenever she ISNT going crazy..idk I feel like she’d play nice lowkey…(fluff…) INEEEMORESUZIEPICKLESFICSNEOWOWOWOWWOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWWOOWWO
love ya 😝
-🐼
suzie pickles x manager!fem!reader
warnings: none just fluff
a low buzz of chatter fills the bustling restaurant as suzie and yourself both sit down upon a soft, leather booth. you slide yourself across the smooth material fluidly, glancing up across at suzie who’s already eagerly scrutinising the menu. you watch closely as her dark brows furrow in concentration down at the laminated sheet, eyes narrowing in focus as she reads with the occasional thoughtful hum.
you copy her actions, clutching the other menu and silently debating your options.
“i think i’ll get the penne alla vodka.” she quips, clasping the menu shut neatly.
“with wine, of course…” you add in a playful drawl, flashing the older woman a teasing grin.
she scoffs, batting the air lightly. “and you’ll get your craft beer, just like how all you youngens do.”
at that, you kiss your teeth typically and continue to scrounge the menu and what it had to offer.
not soon later, the waiter arrives, in his hand lays an awaiting notepad and pen. he turns to you both expectantly with a dashing smile on his face.
he coos, head tilting to the side in adoration slightly, “awh, mother and daughter meal?” he inquires, utterly unbeknownst.
suzie involuntarily chokes on her own spit, sputtering and clearing her throat loudly. her eyes bulge wide, flicking to yours, amusement dazzling within them. “uhm, no.” she quips, eyeing you funnily. “definitely not.”
opposite, you have to stifle giggles into your clenched fist.
a look of confusion crosses the waiter’s face and he simply nods slowly, scanning the two of you intently for a moment before continuing on with his job and politely taking both of your orders before disappearing back to the kitchen.
“oh my god… do we really look like mother and daughter?” suzie mumbles from across the table, a brow quirked. “am i seriously that much of a cougar?…”
you chuckle softly at that, eyes crinkling in the corners, “to be honest, suzie. yes.” you grin bright to which suzie shamefully shakes her head, raising an outstretched hand to hide behind and pinch the bridge of her nose.
“fuck, this is bad…” she laughs lowly, the sound like a raspy growl as her eyes settle deeply onto yours, glistening in the restaurant’s flickering candlelight.
you shrug nonchalantly, idly fondling with a salt shaker on your table, “i kinda like it.” you quip casually.
suzie raises her head, interest piqued. “seriously? you don’t mind how i’m literally… twenty years older than you?”
“nope.” you chirp lackadaisically, offering a gentle grin of reassurance. “i like it. a lot.”
suzie stifles a laugh, pearly teeth splitting in a sly smile across her features. “you could’ve told me that before i married cob…”
at that, you cock a brow. “i was a teenager when you married cob.”
suzie hums lowly, defeated. “mmph, fair enough.”
when the food arrives, the clatter and clamour of metallic cutlery clicking and clacking fills the air whilst you two both eat with a comfortable amount of chatter between you. the conversations vary vastly— spanning from work to bucket lists, music to basic likes and dislikes.
shortly after the meal, the two of you are stood outside the artificial glow of the restaurant. beating heavily down on the two of you, and completely soaking you to the bone, is a relentless downpour of rain. shivering involuntarily, you subconsciously shuffle closer to suzie who gladly wraps a comforting arm around your back and tugs you closer. instinctively, you press yourself to her damp warmth, teeth audibly chattering against her drenched dress. suzie smiles slightly, eyeing the approaching bus as its tyres sizzle like a snake’s hiss through the rainwater decorating the tarmac road like a layer of paint upon a canvas. she had reassured you that she’d wait for your bus to arrive before the two of you departed.
gradually, the bus comes to a halt. the clunky doors jolt wildly open with an impatient expectancy. reluctantly, you go to slip from suzie’s arms until she halts you and spins you around. before you could erupt into a pitiful plethora of protests, suzie’s lips are on yours. full, plump lips smothering yours skilfully in a sweet, yet incredibly passionate, kiss. you feel the vibrations of her humming lowly into the kiss, her hand snaking up the side of your neck sneakily to briefly entangle through your dripping-wet hair. your heart stutters in your chest, momentarily malfunctioning at the unexpectedness of the entire situation.
however, before you know it, your lips are cold again.
suzie pulls away, her red lipstick smeared all over her face messily, she beams so brightly that her skin pulls into delightful smile lines. she looked so chuffed with herself.
“see you tomorrow, y/n.” she chirps before disappearing into a sea of umbrellas miserably making their way down the rainy street.
you can only stand, desperately dumbfounded in the wake of such an enticing kiss. until of course the bus blares its horn deafeningly loud and you deftly leap on, incredibly flushed as the rather unimpressed driver drills a deadpan look directly at your giddy grin.
Isadora Capri, Alfie Penn and The Hyde Attacks
There is just too much to say about this article and Penn's killings and attacks, too many theories and questions swarming my brain. I am sorry, this is going to be a long post with more than will inevitably follow. I'm nerding out.
If you can't read what the article below says, which is the one Wednesday found after snooping through Ms. Capri's desk, I will write it out below in pink, and then a bullet-point summary in purple, you choose which to read:
'Deranged outcast artist shot dead by swat team
The saga of Outcast artist Alfie Penn reached a tragic conclusion late last night. After disappearing three weeks ago, the painter was found in a psychotic state at the Roosevelt County Landfill. When he refused to cooperate with authorities, he was killed by a state-ordered SWAT team.
This ends what was supposed to be a transformative summer for the artist. By all accounts, Penn was in good spirits when he took up residence at the Joplin Art Colony in Woodstock to develop his next solo exhibition. Cut off from the outside world, he focused on his creative ventures and ignored potential distractions, including a string of grisly deaths of fellow local artists. It eventually came to light that Penn himself was responsible for these deaths, under the hypnotic thrall of his agent, the controversial art impresario Minerva Garrick.
Complicating matters further was the revelation that Penn was a Hyde, a rare classification of Outcast capable of physically unleashing their inner rage and transforming into an imposing alternate form.
The situation took an even darker turn when Penn accidentally killed Garrick and brutally injured his final victim, renowned cellist Isadora Capri. After this incident, Penn disappeared into the woods of Catskill Park. Locals reported sightings of him raiding everything from convenience stores to livestock pens for...continued on page 7'
- Alfie Penn's agent, and controversial art impresario, Minerva Garrick was Penn's master.
- Penn was found after disappearing for 3 weeks.
- Penn's refusal to cooperate with authorities lead to his death.
- Minerva had ordered Penn to kill fellow local artists (why? Maybe to eliminate local competition? Not sure.)
- (Ms. Capri, when talking to Wednesday, claims that Minerva ordered Penn to kill her, but here it does not explicitly say that she told him to, which means either the article left it out, or Ms. Capri was fabricating the truth, Just a theory.) Penn ends up brutally injuring Isadora Capri.
- Isadora is mentioned here as a cellist, not a pianist.
Since the article did not explicitly say that Minerva Garrick ordered Alfie Penn, the man that Isadora thought loved her, to kill her, as I mentioned above, we can assume a few things;
- That Isadora made that part up for multiple reasons, either to cope with the fact that the man she was with seriously hurt her, or because
- Not to mention that since Minerva was killed before Isadora was injured, how could Penn have been ordered to attack Isadora? Don't worry, this could easily be explained by the possibility of Minerva ordering the attack on Isadora prior to her own death. If this was the case, then we can assume that Minerva wanted Isadora dead like the other local artists for a reason, which again, could just be to eliminate local competition, or what if that was just what they want us to think? What if there is more to it? what if this whole chain of events was why Isadora as we, the audience, know her is a pianist, and no longer a cellist?
- So far, we can only speculate why Isadora is no longer seen playing the cello. Of course, there could be a simple explanation, such as the fact that she might associate the cello with such a traumatic time of her life. But then why did she become a music teacher, surrounded by cellists, such as Wednesday Addams, constantly forced to remember her past? Then what else could it be? Maybe the cello is somehow dangerous to her, not in the traumatic sense, but Minerva clearly wanted her to stop playing for a reason...
- If we're running with my theory that Minerva wanted Isadora to stop playing the cello, then what where the other local artists playing? Why was Minerva determined to kill them all? Was it merely to eliminate local competition? It must go deeper than this.
Ugh, Isadorable Capri, I love you, you did not deserve this (3 apples tall btw)
Hi Sophie!! Happy new year!💗
I have a NSFW Suzie Pickles request.
Can you write her having an affair with someone at the dance show she‘s doing. Even better if that someone is her dance partner. It‘s basically just the same plot like in the show just with a woman lol. I hope the request isn’t too confusing but i‘m lowk suffering from brainrot rn😔
-🐰
suzie pickles x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw, heavily drunk suzie lmao
suzie’s movements were sluggish and lazy as she danced alongside you— clearly not in the right frame of mind for dancing right now. she staggered clumsily on her heels, lips pursed into a tight, wavering line as she battles so desperately to remain upright. the clueless clacking of her heels echoes throughout the empty practice room, the irritating sound bouncing off the brick walls repeatedly.
“suzie,” you sigh pitifully to your obviously-drunk dance partner. “if you’re not gonna take this seriously, then i’m gonna have to ask for a different partner, i can’t keep wasting—”
suzie immediately stumbles forwards, flopping straight onto you, depending on you to stabilise her weight. struggling with a grunt, you hoist her up, “suz!”
“shh, shh, shh…” suzie swiftly hushes you, bringing a singular finger to your lips. “mm, no… no, sweetheart, we don’t shout…” she slurs lazily, as if reprimanding her child. she hums lowly, deliriously bringing her hands up to cradle and stroke your face mindlessly.
“suzie…” you huff typically, evidently irate, shoving her clingy hands off your face which earns a whine from suzie stood before you.
“y/n, please…” she mumbles thoughtlessly, attempting to push herself further onto you. “please, just this one more time… you remember how fun it was last time, yeah?…”
huffing deeply, you take her shoulders in your hands to hold her still. gazing deeply into her eyes, you punctuate your next words clearly for her intoxicated mind to understand. “do you promise to dance properly with me after?”
in a hasty blur of motion, suzie erratically nods her head.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
an eerie buzzing of a bright, artificial light sounds out constantly as suzie eagerly scans your body up and down. she was knelt keenly before you upon the grimy bathroom floor, knees digging painfully into greasy tiles, yet she didn’t seem to care. she was practically salivating like a dog at the sight of meat, dark crazed eyes staring solely between your parted thighs.
she had you slumped upon a toilet lid, legs spread, underwear strung up messily upon the toilet roll dispenser.
“y/n…” she mutters lowly, slowly bringing her face closer and closer to your damp folds. she hums happily, inhaling deeply once close enough before an eager shiver runs through her, eliciting a soft groan. “y/n, fuck…”
instantly, her face is between your thighs— pleadingly nuzzling deeper and deeper until the tip of her nose graces your clit. you hiss softly, a hand instantly clapping to capture suzie’s head of blonde, frazzled hair.
satisfied by your reaction, suzie persists— pressing her face closer and closer until her tongue slips past her plump lips. agonisingly slow, suzie drags her moist tongue along your soaked slit. she does this repeatedly— smothering your quivering arousal over and over again— tasting you, getting her fix. this woman was addicted.
she grumbles and she groans softly, eyes fluttering shut whilst she smooshes her face further— as if trying to quite literally merge with your crotch. “y/n…” she slurs drunkenly, nothing but a mess of blonde hair splayed between your shaking thighs. “y/n, i’m so glad i was partnered up with you…” suzie admits lackadaisically, beginning to press her tongue persistently up against your tight entrance. “when we were being paired up…” she continues, voice enticingly muffled around your pussy, “i looked across the room, and all i saw was all these… men.” she spits the word out forcefully, as if it was a derogatory term. it causes a sharp vibration which makes you wreathe with delight. “but then i saw you… this… sweet, young woman and i just thought to myself…” suzie hesitates, as if taking a moment to think carefully about her next words. you feel your heart hold, excitedly anticipating her next admission. “i bet she has a real tight pussy.”
oh.
oh?
“that…” a soft pause, where you exhale shakily, feeling suzie’s tongue slither up into your quaking hole, “that was your first thought?…”
“oh, no.” she drawls, shoving her tongue even deeper, “my first one was i thought your tits looked nice in that blouse.”
mmph.
“bitch.” you snarl lightheartedly, taking suzie’s head and shoving it firmly up against your pussy. suzie lets out an involuntary, muted yelp before quickly melting into the new, unexpected position. she slams her tongue inside you as deep as possible, it tickles teasingly against your sensitive walls and you gasp with pleasure— hips bucking up immediately in desperate attempt to ride her tongue. suzie’s eyes bulge with surprise as your hips start to frantically rock, and she begins lapping her tongue crazily all inside you. it curls and it twists, coating your walls in a copious layer of her saliva mixed with your own arousal. her nose, still, brushes all over your clit— stimulating it to utmost ecstasy.
your own moans quickly fill the air, sounding in the desolate public bathroom loudly.
panting her name pettily, you wildly bounce on her face, taking her tongue deep until your pleasure catches up to you. with a shaky, staggered moan you cum all over suzie’s sweating face. she gulps down most of your release instantly, and you watch her throat work greedily with each swallow. any remaining droplets of arousal drip down her chin before splattering audibly to the filthy floor below.
suzie eventually pulls away, hair even untidier than before, and gasping for air like a drowned rat. she shivers, crazed from the recent experience.
“mmph,” she groans lowly, limply toppling against your seated leg. “i also thought you were…” she pauses, placing a tender kiss to your kneecap. “stupidly pretty.” suddenly, she passes out, totally drunk. on both alcohol and your pussy.
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!
(i know im a little late sorry!!)
But!!! I just watched the new episode of stranger things spoilers if you haven’t seen!!!
but I need Karen with her short hair I’m about to go feral..and her scars I can’t cope I’ll literally do anything for her she’s so cute
Anyway..for this request I really need like maybe self concious Karen?? When she first gets a good look at her scars and we make her feels better…In more ways then one 😈..I need to litter kisses along those scars
-🐛 anon
merging these two!!! hope that’s okay!!!
karen wheeler x fem!reader
warnings: tw for scars
unconsciously flattening out your classy outfit which you had picked out to wear for your younger friends’ graduation, you hum thoughtfully whilst dallying about the wheeler house. you were patiently waiting for karen, who you’d been in a rather secret relationship with for a couple months now.
she’d spent literal hours in that bathroom now.
“karen, stop fussing over your makeup, love— you look beautiful enough as it is!” you call playfully through the closed door, subconsciously checking your watch as the seconds ticked rapidly by.
however, you don’t receive a verbal response. just a mere, almost silent sniffle. instantly, you stiffen and straighten your posture sensibly.
“karen?…” you murmur cautiously, cracking the door open before peering inside.
karen is stood, on rather shaky legs, hunched over the sink. her back is arched and her knuckles taut a ghostly white as she grips onto the ceramic sink— its colour practically matching the tone of her unyielding knuckles. she stares at her reflection in the mirror; not at her face, but at her neck, her chest.
more importantly the purple rippling of streaks bared brashly across them.
swiftly, you sober, all joyousness fading from your demeanour whilst you approach tentatively before coming to a steady halt at karen’s side.
her attention doesn’t once falter or flick towards you, it simply remains firmly set on her scars.
tears are welling in her dark eyes, threatening to spill and spoil her perfected mascara. her lower lip, doused in a ravishingly rouge lipstick, quivers and desperately resists the urge to jut out into a deep, pitiful pout.
“karen, sweetheart…” you instinctively whisper in a soothing coo, bringing a comforting arm around her torso to gently splay a hand upon her side. “what’s the matter, eh?…”
she sucks in a sharp inhale immediately, in feeble attempt to regulate herself. “j-just… look at them.” she sputters helplessly.
“look at what, love?…” you mumble delicately, gazing at her with an overload of adoration dazzling brightly in your eyes. “your scars?…”
karen resists a soft weep, immediately turning away from the mirror and the sink to clutch onto you— anchoring herself.
“oh, darling…” you coo down to the seemingly self-conscious woman, moving to stroke tender fingertips through her now-rather-short head of hair. her hair, though still blonde, feels even softer than before— perhaps due to how she no longer perms it. “listen to me, karen…” you continue in a lulling voice, “there is no need to feel insecure about those… beautiful scars, okay?… they are stunning, and i’m not just saying that because i’m your girlfriend.” you pause, offering the whimpering woman a reassuring grin. “everyone would think the same thing… and i, just as everyone else, also think that you have these scars…” gently, you trace a light fingertip along the raggedy curvature of once-sliced skin, “as a symbol of your bravery… you saved your daughter’s life, karen… if that isn’t an act of pure, utter courage? then i truly don’t know what is.” as you conclude, you lovingly lower your head down to peck a plethora of soft kisses along each and every one of her scars— smothering every inch with your glistening lipgloss.
that earns a playful huff out of karen, she shoves you away lightheartedly, giggling giddily. she wipes her tears wearily before beaming a bright, watery grin up at you. “i love you so much…” she mumbles appreciatively.
grinning right back down at her, you quip a response. “i love you too. so much.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
gladly, the two of you take your seats beside each other upon the hawkins high bleachers. sneakily, karen slithers a subtle hand to interlock discreetly with yours beneath the metallic benches. she turns to you with a playful smirk, cocking a brow teasingly.
“if we get caught, karen…” you mumble typically with a cocky expression.
“mmm…. what’s that, y/n?” an all too familiar raspy voice drawls teasingly from behind.
hearts skipping a beat, both you and karen spin around in a blurred whip of movement. relieved, you exhale softly, glad it was only robin.
“robin…” you breathe out softly, shoulders visibly sagging, “god, you scared us…”
robin merely chuckles, shoulders shaking with amusement. “hm, don’t worry, ladies.” she quips, a brow quirking, “your secret’s safe with me.”
you scoff instinctively, “of course it is.” you hum sleazily, almost overly cocky now, “i could easily blackmail you back, buckley.”
robin jokingly swats the air, tipping her head back to roll her eyes over-exaggeratedly, “yeah, yeah… lesbians.” she hisses, teasingly low whilst shooting a knowing look between the two of you.
karen merely blinks with surprise, withdrawing her head to turn to you bizarrely— with no idea about robin’s own sexuality.
you laugh softly at her confusion, brashly placing a hand upon her thigh to give an assuring squeeze. “it’s okay, karen, robin here has quite a few secrets of her own she wouldn’t dare to share…”
robin audibly gulps in a coyly coltish manner, leaning back upon the bleachers. “shut it, l/n.”
“you’re just jealous anyway.” you quip roguishly, nonchalantly wrapping an arm around karen who quickly melts against you.
“whatever…” robin drawls to which karen stifles a laugh and imperceptibly pecks a brisk kiss to your neck which you respond to with a loving jostle of her shoulders.