#izzy stradlin x ofc
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Hey i read the taking care of motley crüe when sick and i thought it was really cute, would you be able to write a oneshot like that but with Izzy Stradlin from gnr? <3
AHHHH IVE NEVER BEEN ASKED A QUESTION, BUT OFC I CAN‼️‼️ <33
Sick as a Dog
Izzy Stradlin x Reader
✨Summary✨ Izzy has gotten sick so you take care of him <3
(he's literally so handsome)
Tw: little cursing, mentions of vomiting, not too realistic cuz I don't know how high your body temp thingy gotta be to actually be sick, Izzy being sick? (Idk)
"Hey Izzy! Are you gonna get up? Y'know axl bitches and whines when you aren't there...though he's late, almost everyday!" You asked as you walked into the room, looking at him and seeing him shivering and covered by all the blankets on the bed.
"Oh poor baby, are you okay?" You calmly asked as he sneezed and shook his head, letting out a sickly "nooo..."
"Okay, let me get the thermometer..and some Tylenol, and a bucket in case you can't make it to the bathroom...and, uh...you want a snack?- I'll call Axl for you don't worry-" you quickly said, putting a hand on his forehead.
"Jesus baby, your burning up.." You said, kissing him on the forehead and rubbing his back.
"Yeah.. snack-" He was cut off by a cough. "Please.."
"Of course baby, of course." You told him, getting up and walking off to grab everything.
You walked back into the room, looking back at Izzy and this time he was completely sweaty and all the blankets were off him.
"Here, out this in your mouth" You told him, sticking the thermometer into his mouth gently as you walked to the A/C and turned it on low.
"What's it say?" You asked, handing him a Popsicle to cool him down, taking the thermometer out of his mouth.
"Holy Izzy, your not going anywhere until your better. It's at 123." You said, kissing his cheek and rubbing his back as Izzy pouted.
"Buh-but-"
"No buts I'm calling Axl and telling him you're too sick."
Izzy whined softly as you walked to the phone, picking it up and entering the number.
It rang a little until Axl picked up.
"Hello?" Axl's voice was gruff and low, probably pissed about something.
"Hey it's Y/N, Izzy can't go to band practice-"
"But I cannnn!" Izzy whined in the background.
"-he's sick and being whiny, I'm sorry" You contuined.
"Oh, no that's alright..uh tell him I told him to get better?" Axl asked.
"Okay, I will. Bye Axl" you said, hanging up and putting the phone down.
Izzy pouted as he slowly moved onto his side, "I got your snack" You told him, walking up to him and handing him a mini bag of pretzels.
"Hmp." He whined, snatching it from you and opening it up.
"Moody much..you still gotta take the Tylenol." You told him, sitting down next to him and grabbing the Tylenol from your own pocket along with a spoon.
"Here, open your mouth it's bubble gum flavor" You told him, pouring some into the spoon and putting it into his mouth.
"Swallow- I know it's icky but c'mon." You told him, watching him swallow it.
You put the spoon and Tylenol on the table, letting Izzy cuddle onto your chest and whine.
"I know baby, I know. It sucks, but eat your popsicle, and your pretzels." You told him, rubbing him gently as he calmed down.
"I love you" You told him, rubbing his hair gently.
"Nuh uh..I love you more."
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Tysm random for asking a question, I feel so honored I've never had a question before😻
#axl gnr#izzy gnr#duff gnr#slash gnr#gn reader#izzy stradlin x reader#izzy stradlin#axl rose#duff mckagan#slash guns n roses#steven adler#steven gnr
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Hi, could you write a smut with Julian Casablancas X fem reader X izzy stradlin ... I love my jules & izzy!
Yes, ofc! Thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy it! <3 This is going to be tricky but I'll try!!!
She's Ours 𓆩♡𓆪 (Julian Casablancas x Izzy Stradlin x Reader)
𓆩♡𓆪= Smut
ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff
⋆ ★= Angst
T/W: Polymerous relationship, threesome, pet names, and cussing
(Reader Discretion is advised)
A polyamorous relationship may seem odd to others but for you, Izzy, and Julian it's something that you all were interested in. The thought of you having multiple partners thrilled you. All three of you would go on dates together, live with each other, and even sometimes have sex with each other. Sometimes, Julian and Izzy would get it on while you watched. At first, when you told each of them you wanted a polyamorous relationship, they were both cool with it. They both said they loved you and wanted to make you happy. It made it better knowing that Izzy and Julian were best friends before all three of you became a polyamorous relationship. Tonight was special, it was yours, Izzy's, and Julian's 4-year anniversary. Today was the first day when you guys became official with your polyamorous relationship. Sure it seems odd but all of you guys didn't care. You got ready for the dinner surprise Izzy and Julian planned.
The whole date night was a mystery, both of them refused to tell you where they were taking you so you just went with the flow. You put on a sparkly black short dress and silver heels. You walked downstairs where Izzy and Julian were standing with flowers in their hands. "Hey baby, you look beautiful," Izzy said as he handed you the flowers and kissed your lips. You smiled and walked over to Julian. "Yeah, you're so fucking hot when you wear black," Julian said as he bit his bottom lip. You giggle and Julian kisses your lips. You pull away and smile. "Okay, so what's the surprise you two planned for me." You said smirking. Both of them smiled. "Well, me and Julian decided to take you to the fancy restaurant you always talk about," Izzy explained as he took your hand and led you to the car. Julian opened the car for you and Izzy helped you in. "Yeah, Izzy told me how much you wanted to go but it is always hard to get reservations. So we got them for you." Julian said as he smiled at you in the rearview mirror.
You smiled widely and blushed. "Oh my god, guys this is amazing. Thank you. You two are the best boyfriends ever." You said as you excitedly bounced in your seat. "You're welcome cutie glad you love it," Izzy said as he drove. "Happy anniversary princess," Julian said as he smirked at you from the rearview mirror. After driving for a few minutes, you all arrived at the restaurant. Julian helped you out of the car and both of them took you into the restaurant. During dinner, the guys were drinking and eating their meals. The food was phenomenal and the wine was delicious. Nothing could be better. After the dinner, Izzy and Julian drove you home where the next surprise would be. "Okay princess, this is the next surprise, there's a box under your bed. Me and Izzy would like you to try it on and wait for us." Julian whispers in your ear. You smirked and walked upstairs. You took the box under your bed and opened it. It was lingerie, it was black and had flowers on it. You blushed at it and smiled.
You quickly put it on and waited for Izzy and Julian. After 2 minutes, they both walked in and admired the outfit. "Fuck Y/N, that looks fucking sexy on you," Julian said as he lifted up your chin. Izzy smiles and stares at you. "Yeah, Julian was right. Black is hot on you." Izzy said as he sat next to you. Izzy lays you backward. "Okay baby, now it's our turn," Izzy said in a low tone. Julian slides off your bottom lingerie and then slips off your top. Julian kisses your lips as he rubbed your tits. You moan as you kiss Julian. Izzy smirks and slides off his clothes. And lines up to your clit and thrusts in.
You break from Julian's kiss and moan loudly. Julian chuckles and removes his clothes. Julian strokes his member for a bit. You take your hand and begin jerking Julian's member. Julian moans loudly and soon you wrap your lips around Julian's member and began to suck. You felt yourself about to come because of Izzy's thrusting. You kept sucking and jerking Julian off. You let your lips go and moaned out. "God, guys I'm about to come!" You huffed out. Izzy smirked and huffed out "Then come for us babydoll." You moan as a response and wrap your lips around Julian again. "Agh fuck Y/N, I'm also about to come too!" Julian moaned out. You let go causing a loud pop to come from your lips. "Then come for me Julian and you too Izzy. I want to feel you two come for me!" You moaned out.
Izzy came inside you and Julian came on your face. You moaned out in pleasure as you felt both of them. You licked Julian's come off your lips. Izzy pulled out and smirked. Julian took a minute to catch his breath. "Agh, fuck this is the best anniversary gift ever." You huffed out as you smiled. Julian smiled and so did Izzy. Izzy lifts you up and takes you to the bathroom as Julian searches through your closet for fresh clothes. "I'm glad you loved it babydoll," Izzy said as he laid you in the bathtub. Julian walks into the bathroom with a towel and fresh clothes. "Yeah, you were amazing, princess. Hope you enjoy the bath." Julian said as he kissed your forehead. Then Izzy kissed your forehead as well and the two of them walked out to leave you some privacy.
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Edge of Seventeen Chapter 1 (Izzy x OFC)
Title: Edge of Seventeen
Summary: When the boy Karen Williamson loved left home when she was seventeen, she figured it was just a childhood crush. She had her own plans to get out of Indiana. But when those plans fell through and now she’s trapped in Lafayette with a degree that’s getting her nowhere. That is, until Jeffrey Isbell came home.
Warnings: Language for now
AN: This is just something I'm playing around with. I'm not sure how much I'll do on it, or if anyone will even like it. Thanks to @callme-kaz2y5-baby for the help!
The alarm clock was blaring. The room was still dark, and not due to the curtains Karen used to cover her small window. It was November in Indiana, and the sun didn’t carry the same amount of shine that it did in July. Well, that and it was also 5:30 in the morning. Karen groaned as she ran a hand down her face. It was Saturday. She didn’t really want to get her ass out of bed, but this was her Saturday to open the library and stay until at least noon, and she did have a lot of things to do after she got off work.
And if she was going to actually make it there, she had to get up and get in the shower now. Groaning, she finally pulled herself out of bed, letting the coffee start up while she got in the shower. After waking herself up with that, she got out, smelling the coffee and smiling. If someone would’ve told her ten years or so ago that coffee would be her blood, she would’ve laughed at them.
She made her first cup and popped some toast in the toaster. As she waited on the toast, she started to figure out something to do with her hair, deciding after fussing with it for longer than she felt necessary, that she was just going to run a brush through it and call it a day. The rest of her routine flew by; eat her toast, get dressed, put on some quick makeup, and water her plants before she headed out the door.
Six years of college left her driving a 1987 Firebird with a few too many miles, driving around a town she had always vowed to get out of but never quite made it.
“You’re listening to the Bob & Tom Show,” Karen was greeted as she turned on the car. “We’re getting some word from the Guns n’ Roses camp. It seems that it was announced that original guitarist Izzy Stradlin has had enough of Axl Rose and called it quits.”
Karen froze as she got ready to put her car in gear. She had to have misheard it.
“Rumors are swirling that Mr. Stradlin is returning to his hometown for a big project, but the fact that he had the balls to tell off Rose is astounding to me.” There was laughter and some jokes thrown around before they started playing a Guns n’ Roses songs in honor of the great hero, Izzy Stradlin.
Karen headed to work at the Lafayette Public Library. Kids from Purdue would be there, doing some studying off of campus or the ones that lived off campus would be there at least. But her mind kept drifting as she headed the ten minutes to her job.
Izzy had finally quit. She had been following the band ever since Jeffrey left Indiana. The night after he graduated with a D average, which honestly was thanks more to Karen and less to that fucking Bill Bailey. She gave him his graduation present with a smile on her face. He handed her a mixtape, kissed her, then left her behind.
She still had that mixtape somewhere at home. No matter how many boyfriends she had had in the eleven years since her last kiss with Jeffrey Isbell, she couldn’t throw it away. She’d bring it out once in a while when she missed him, but then she’d remember that he probably didn’t remember her, especially after all these years.
She pulled into her spot and opened up the library. She went through her morning routine as she waited for her assistant to show up. Empty the drop box, check them in, put them on the cart to reshelf, all the boring things that came with her job. It seemed like it was the same thing everyday that she was the in charge librarian. She broke up her routine by going to see a movies about once a week, and sometimes she’d splurge and head to Indy for a concert, but that wasn’t a common occurrence. She had accepted a long time ago that she wasn’t going to have the glamorous, rock star life that her friends had gotten when they broke free from the cornfields.
After the afternoon girl took over, Karen went to gather up the things that she had on her list. She drove towards the other side of town, where the older homes were. She smiled as she pulled into a driveway that she knew very well. Gathering up the couple books and VHS that were on her list, she knocked.
“Come in!” A woman inside called out. Karen made her way in to see Linda Isbell sitting on the couch, crocheting and watching a game show. Linda’s eyes brightened and she smiled as Karen made her way in. “Oh Karen, sweetie! How are you?”
“I’m good mama Isbell,” She kissed Linda’s cheek. “The book you wanted came in. And I got you An Officer and a Gentleman.” She sat the handful of things on her coffee table. There was a yapping noise then as Linda’s little dog, Astair, came running towards Karen. “Hey there little guy.”
“He loves when you come over,” Linda smiled at her. “He likes the car rides and walks.”
“I love those too, don’t I baby boy,” She scratched his ears and played with him for a minute. “I’ll get your grocery list after I walk him, okay?”
“Oh honey, you don’t have to do that,” Linda told her. “One of my boys went shopping for me earlier in the week. I’m set for now.”
“Oh really?” Karen asked. She figured that Joe had come to see his mom, finally. Because she figured if it was Jeff, Linda would’ve told her. But then again, she knew about how Karen’s heart had been broken by her eldest, and she was pretty good about not talking about him too much to her.
“Well, then Astaire and I will go on an extra long walk. Maybe a nice drive too,” Karen smiled as the dog yapped and ran around in circles. Linda laughed.
“He loves you Karen,” She told her, making Karen’s heart swell. After talking for a few more minutes, Karen got Astaire’s leash and took him for a nice, long walk around Lafayette. The dog was so happy, especially when she parked her car and they walked out through some of the abandoned fields around and he could chase the birds that were still there.
She looked out across the fields and noticed the large house that set among them had a moving truck in front of it. No one had lived there in years, and Jeff and Bill used to argue about who was going to live there someday. Karen highly doubted if Izzy ever moved back to Indiana, that he would come back to Lafayette, not when the Carmel area was flourishing, and attracted more of the wealthy that lived in Indiana.
“Come on Astaire, let’s go home,” Karen told the dog. He barked once more at a bird before running off with her.
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Izzy stepped out on the front porch of his new home. Back in the day, when he was dreaming of being a huge star, him and Axl would argue over who was going to live in this house. He honestly never thought it would be up for sale, and he wasn’t sure what compelled him to buy it when it went on the market. Maybe it was a chance to say fuck you to Axl. Izzy adjusted the hat on his head as he looked at all the space he had. He was honestly glad to be back home, and he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
He was pulled from his thoughts then by a dog barking. Looking out across the fields, he watched as a small dog chased some birds and a woman stood there, watching. She looked over his way, and even though Izzy couldn’t make out her face, he felt something as he watched her. They didn’t stay much longer, but Izzy couldn’t stop watching as she left.
“Maybe I’ll see her around,” Izzy grumbled to himself before he headed inside to pay the movers so he could get settled into his new home.
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Hi could you write something cute with Izzy Stradlin and fem reader
celebrating 1 year of dating ?
Btw what is your sign ? Mine's Libra. October 4 will be my bday!
Omg ofc I can!!
Happy early birthday!! But I'm a Gemini, June 8th😋
Sweetheart
Izzy Stradlin x Reader
✨Summary✨ it's your's and Izzy's one year anniversary!! (Fem reader)
Tw: non just fluff!!
"Izzy!" You said happily as he walked through the door, his arms were full of stuff but you ran up to him and gave him a hug anyway.
"Jeez- hold on princess I promise I'll give you a hug- just let me put this stuff down" Izzy giggled softly as you nodded.
You watched, and followed him as he put the bags down on the table.
"I got us stuff to make dinner— and, a few presents." Izzy smiled softly as you kissed him and hugged him gently.
"Oo— let me get your gift!" You said, quickly running off and retrieving a bag.
Izzy smiled softly, "here's your gift" He said, handing you a bag that was about the same size as the one you got him. So you handed him the one you got him.
"Wait hold on the other thing wouldn't fit in that bag" Izzy said, handing you a stuffed bear and some flowers.
"Aweeee, izzyyyyy. Thank you babe" you said, kissing him on the cheek as he blushed softly. "You're welcome- open your's first"
You nodded and opened up the small bag, you pulled out the items inside; a few candies that he knew you liked, a long with a stunning necklace.
"Oh hunny- thank you so much!" You said, kissing him over and over again on his nose. It makes him giggle and blush.
"Of course, I'd get anything for my girl." Izzy smiled.
"Open your bag please!" You said happily, smiling gently as he opened up the bag.
Inside was a belt you saw he'd been eyeing at the store, and a Aerosmith vinyl.
"Oh fuck me, your the best thank you so much baby" Izzy said, kissing you and pulling you close to him.
"Of course Hun"
"Now I'm thinking we can maybe we can watch some movies tonight? Snack on stuff?"
"I love you so much Izzy"
"Hey, I love you more"
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Can we admire how fucking pretty he is.
#x reader#guns n roses#steven gnr#axl gnr#izzy gnr#duff gnr#slash gnr#fem reader#izzy stradlin x reader#izzy stradlin#steven adler#axl rose#slash guns n roses#duff mckagan
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The Stars Are a Part of Us: Different Speeds (Part 4)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Tag list @izzysdenimjacket @warrendemachokeme @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands @smokeandmirrorz @sodalitefully @roger-taylors-car @lost-in-the-80s @whisperess33 @shawolat @80snikki @rumoured-whispers
Warnings: Underage sex, drug use, drinking, implied violence. 18+ ONLY
Notes: Track #2 is by the sadly underrated Cowboy Junkies. It was released in '93, and I wondered if I should include in a fic set in 1987, but then I realized this is fiction and there's no rules! Yayyy! It's such a killer song I had to add it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajtnaiLaJNQ
Checkout was at the ungodly hour of 11, and of course none of the band was anywhere to be found, just Karen perched on a chair in the lobby, still reading her book. Love’s Surrender was the title of it, and Izzy snorted through his nose. Surrendering was probably the last thing this uptight broad ever did.
“Fun night?” she asked, her eyes not leaving her page.
He shrugged. “‘S’all right.”
She lowered her book. “Heard you met Kasey.”
Izzy blinked. “Uh, um, yeah.”
She rolled her eyes, exasperation pulling down her mouth. “Oh, of course you don’t know her name,” she snapped.
“She didn’t know mine either,” he retorted. “She thought I was Axl.”
Karen sighed. “She blew him too.”
“Huh. I thought he was with Velvet.”
Her eyes met his. “Velvet insisted on it.”
Izzy furrowed his eyebrows.
“Hazing ritual. She made Kasey suck him off in front of everyone, then he announced that Velvet was better at it. Velvet always does the local talent dirty.”
Izzy closed his eyes. “Fuck,” he breathed, “you bitches don’t take any prisoners.”
She gave him a hard look. “You’re the wildest band in LA. Did you expect angelic whores?”
Izzy frowned, then said, “You’re not just here because of us, are you? You protect her from the other girls too.”
“No. She’s everyone’s little sister, although I’d kill one of them for doing something to her.” She narrowed her eyes at him again. “I’m here because I think I need to be. Cause if I didn’t, I’d be sitting this shindig out. This is definitely my last rodeo.”
“This is your third tour, isn’t it? You were with Def Leppard too.”
Her eyes widened, and Izzy nearly licked his lips in glee. “Steve is Steve Clark. I found out some dirt about you,” he smirked.
“Choose your next words very carefully,” she said in a low voice.
“You were a groupie. Were you running naked through the hallways too?”
She stiffened, eyes widening and her face going pale, and for a second Izzy thought she was going to slap his face. “No, I was trying to keep him from killing himself, you fucking asshole,” she gritted, then slumped down. “I thought a blow job would put you in a better mood. Guess you’re just a dick 24/7.”
“Sissy!” Celestia cried, flopping down on Karen’s lap.
“Hi, Sis. You and your beau doing all right?”
“Yeah,” Celestia answered, centering herself on Karen’s legs. She was taller than Karen, and was nearly crushing her. “Did I tell you he has an anaconda?”
Karen made a face. “Celestia, I don’t need to hear about that.”
Celestia giggled. “No, he has a snake! His name is Clyde. He has some bearded dragons too.”
Karen shifted in her chair. “That’s lovely, Sis. Who’s taking care of them?”
Celestia hung onto Karen’s shoulders. “Uh, he says someone named Yvonne.”
Karen took a deep breath. “Is that his girlfriend?” she asked gently.
“His ex.”
“Uh huh. And she still has custody of his pets?”
Celestia nodded.
“Then she’s not an ex. An ex would’ve poisoned them.”
“You think he still has a girlfriend?” Celestia gasped.
Karen shot another look at Izzy. “I think they all do. Probably a few kids they don’t know about too.”
Celestia leaped off Karen’s lap. “Omigosh! Slaa-ash! Do you have any kids?”
Slash took a sip from a styrofoam cup and pulled his top hat down over his eyes. “I don’t think so,” he muttered, throwing an arm around Celestia.
Izzy shook his head. “You have a really cynical view of the world, don’t you?”
Karen snorted. “I’m never wrong.”
Izzy took a drag from a cigarette. “Actually, you are.”
“Is he still seeing Yvonne?”
“Hell if I know. But I don’t have a girlfriend. Mine got married. And not to me.”
Karen looked down. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah. You write a song about a woman, and she dumps yer ass when you’re drying out.”
“Was it ‘Sweet Child of Mine?’”
He shook his head. “I co-wrote the music on that, but no. I wrote ‘Patience’ for her.”
Karen’s eyes widened in amazement. “You wrote ‘Patience?’”
He stood up and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. “Yeah. And you’re wrong about something else too. I’m not a dick 24/7, although you’ll never find that out.”
Izzy leaned over his seat on the bus and looked down at Karen, still engrossed in her book.
“What do you do for fun on the road?” he asked her.
She didn’t look up. “I’m having a love affair with my vibrator.”
“Oh, ha ha, smartass.”
She turned a page. “You think I’m joking. It’s Japanese and has different speeds. I’ll never need a man again.”
Izzy didn’t say anything, but he could feel his eyes getting bigger. Guess you’re not the prude I thought you were.
“Wow, that shut you up,” she chuckled, looking up at him. “Are you bored on the road already?”
He nodded. “I don’t get fucked up anymore, and that took up a lot of time, y’know. I’m not scoring or getting drunk and now I have just…...time.”
“Yeah. Well, I like to read, and being with my sisters. Sometimes, I like to see the towns we’re in, get out of the hotel a little. I like shooting pool. I really like karaoke but I doubt if they have a lot of that here. I’ve seen your itinerary and it wasn’t promising, they’ve got you out in Bumfuck most of the time.” She knitted her eyebrows. “You’re a guitarist, why don’t you play guitar?”
“That’s what I did last night. I don’t know if I can do that every night.”
She cleared her throat. “I’m sure there’s a Kasey in every town. I doubt you’ll be bored for long.”
He shrugged. “That does it for you? Reading all the time?”
She looked up at him. “I rather enjoy being bored. There were many times I was on the verge of a heart attack, and I longed to be bored.”
“Steve kept you hopping, huh?”
She held his eyes for a long time, furious, then dropped her head. “Yeah, he did.” She looked up. “Is that what you want, me to talk about him? Fine. I was in love, he wasn’t, end of story.”
He saw the pain etched in her face, and he let it drop. He lit a cigarette and asked, “You’ve seen our itinerary?”
“Yeah. The record company doesn't have a lot of faith in you, do they?”
He shook his head. “They think we’ll be dead by the end of this week.”
“Those seem like good odds. Where’s your record at?”
“At?”
“The top 100.”
“I dunno, 101 I guess.”
“Is it moving up?”
Izzy blinked.
She sighed. “Okay, how big was your record deal?”
“Two hundred fifty grand.”
She sucked air between her teeth. “You know you have to recoup your costs, right? I’m guessing you have a slew of lawyers and a bunch of court fees too.”
Silence.
“Izzy. Have you talked to MTV?”
He shook his head. “They won’t play our video.”
“You made a video? For how much?”
“$75,000. With Nigel Dick.”
“Ooh, you used a name.”
“That’s bad?”
“Yeah, cause he’s the only one who made money from it.” She lit a cigarette. “Izzy, are you aware you guys are broke?”
“We're getting a per diem.”
“You’re in the hole is what you are. Who are you signed with?”
“Uh, Geffen.”
“Huh. So just one man owns your ass.”
“So what you’re saying is that we’re in debt to the record company?”
“Yeah, big time. I mean, Hoss, if your album tanks, you could be sued.”
He exhaled. “How do you know all this?”
“Because I paid attention when the suits showed up. I knew there had to be a reason for a record exec to leave his wife and kids to hump it all the way out to BFE to talk to the band.” She lit another cigarette. “”Pyromania’ started moving up the charts, and the suits came more and more frequently.”
“Def Leppard are millionaires. I mean, their music sucks, but they made a shitload of money off of it.”
“It took them awhile to make it, though. They had to pay back Mercury, plus they used Marilyn Monroe’s image in the ‘Photograph’ video and it cost them a bundle.” She shook her head. “Your attorney fees will keep you in the red for a while. Especially if you keep playing these podunk towns.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.” Karen took a drag. “Well, maybe the record company is looking out for you. They probably figure you can’t kill yourselves out here in the boonies.”
“IZZY!” Steven shrieked, slapping him on the back. “Howya doin’, brother?”
Izzy smiled. “I’m all right, man. How are you?”
Steven was nearly hopping up and down in his dingy white hi tops. “I’m so excited, man, we’ve got a gig tonight. We’re gonna ROCK Canada, aren’t we, Izz?”
“You bet your ass, Stevie.”
“You!” Steven shouted to Karen. “You, what’s your name? Donna?”
“Karen.”
“Yeaah, Karen. You really should fuck Izzy, girl! He’s cool. Like the coolest brother you could ever have.”
Izzy smirked. “She says she doesn’t need a man, she got a device with different speeds.”
Steven looked horrified, then he grinned. “Well, let him use it on you.”
Karen blinked, and Izzy cleared his throat. “Dude, she’s not into that,” he said.
“Too bad. Fuck, that girl I’m with is insane, man. She ate that girl Kasey out last night for like an hour, man. Then they sucked me off at the same time! I’m living the dream, Izz. I don’t want this tour to ever end.” He hugged Izzy, then went back to his seat and snuggled up to a sleeping Absinthe.
Izzy raised an ornery eyebrow at Karen. “So, different speeds, huh?”
“Absolutely not. And you can’t borrow it either.” Her eyes slid to Steven’s seat. “Coke always make him like that?”
“Yeah, he takes a while to come down. He’s pretty hyper to begin with.”
“Well, you should have a high energy set then.”
Izzy rested his arms on the top of the seat. “You’ve seen us play. What do you think?”
Karen fought a smile. “You don’t suck.”
“Says the woman who traveled with Def Leppard.”
She gave him the middle finger. “Keep it up, Hoss, and I’ll ram my Japanese precious where the sun don’t shine.”
Izzy puckered his lips and made obnoxious kissing noises, then said, “Promises, promises,” and flopped down in his seat.
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The Stars Are a Part of Us: Popcorn and Chamomile Tea (Part 6)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Tag list @izzysdenimjacket @warrendemachokeme @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands @smokeandmirrorz @sodalitefully @roger-taylors-car @lost-in-the-80s @whisperess33 @shawolat @80snikki @rumoured-whispers @i-wont-be-caged
Warnings: Underage sex, drug use, drinking, implied violence. 18+ ONLY
Another woefully underrated band: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGkF5OYGynE
Their album “Fruit of Life” is sooo killer
Steven had been distraught over Absinthe’s departure, a beaten sadness replacing his normal sunny radiance, and although Karen had reassured him her friend was never far from the nest, he’d latched onto Izzy, sleeping in the seat next to him and seldom leaving his side during the never-ending bus ride towards Calgary.
Steven pounded a tattoo on the seat in front of him with his hands. “You remember that girl that blew us outside of Gardner studio, Izz?”
“Yeah.”
“I came all over her face.”
Izzy chuckled. “Yeah, you did.”
“She knew her way around a cock. Or two.” He laughed, then said, “I miss you, dude.”
“Stevie, I’m right here.”
“I know. But I miss partying with you.”
“You know I can’t party anymore.”
“Yeah. But you’re like a ghost now. You’re just, like, always moving away. You can still have fun, can’t you? That’s not illegal?”
“Well, no.”
“I mean,” Steven whispered, “you’re not married to that Donna chick, right? I saw you leave with her last night.”
“Karen. And no, I’m not.”
“See, there you go. We’ll get a chick and hang out with her and it’ll be just like old times.”
Izzy smiled, leaning over and ruffling Steven’s blonde hair. “Sure, Popcorn, that’ll be fun.”
Izzy knew Steven hadn’t imbibed any coke on the bus trip, he’d never left his sight, but he was still bouncing off the walls of the hotel even before Izzy had unlocked their room.
“This is so cool, Izz, us hanging out. I think Slash and Duff are mad at me anyway. Axl always is.”
“Why are Slash and Duff mad at you?”
Steven giggled. “My chick was really loud. Total screamer. She’d go all night too, she was like a fucking beast. Do you know why she left? Did that Donna girl tell you?”
Izzy sighed, not wanting to tell Steven Absinthe chased greener pastures, where the hotels always had hot water and nobody ate off a cold cut platter backstage. “Uh, she said Absinthe knew one of the girls traveling with The Cult and she wanted to hang out with her. She’ll come back.”
“I hope so, she was fucking amazing. Hey, Izz, you think there’s hookers in the phone book?”
“I don’t know, buddy. I’m going to take a shower. I realized today how fucking rank Duff smells and thought it was me at first.”
“Yeah, he promised Mandy he wouldn’t change his leather pants the entire tour. And it smells like he’s keeping his word.”
In the bathroom, Izzy stripped his own black leather pants off and pulled the lining out, then filled the sink up with water and a little soap. Duff had taken his breath when he sat across from him at breakfast, and Izzy’d tucked his McMuffin in his coat to eat on the bus, away from the stench. He shook the excess water out of the fabric, then laid his pants on the toilet and stepped into the shower.
The water pressure was laughable at best, but he even scrubbed and rinsed his hair. Living in the Gardner place without running water had gotten him used to going without bathing for a week or more, but since he’d gotten sober, normal things like showering were becoming more of a priority, and Fran had announced at their first meeting that she considered cleanliness above godliness.
“Not bathing is a sign of depression, Izzy, and if you’re depressed I’ll have the court psychiatrist assigned to you. But your funky ass is not going to stink up my office, now or ever.”
He’d found a doctor’s office near the hotel, and he planned on visiting it first thing in the morning to get his first international piss test out of the way. Dammit, he realized, he really did want to make Fran proud. And he’d been able to turn down drugs, even after he’d had his dick sucked by a groupie. This tour was going to be a piece of cake.
Izzy toweled off the mirror and shaved, then dug through his bag and found some clean clothes. He hung his wet pants over the shower rod, then zipped his boots back on. He could hear noise coming from the room and figured Steven had switched on the television, then he turned the door handle to find Steven naked and plowing into a dark-headed chick from behind on his bed, her huge tits bouncing as she moaned and cried, and a shapely blonde wearing a spandex minidress sitting on Izzy's bed. She crooked a finger at him, and he huffed a quiet laugh as he sat down in front of her.
Steven crowed, “They were in the phone book! I got one for each of us, dude!”
“Thanks, man,” Izzy muttered, watching as the blonde peeled down the top of her dress, setting two very perky and unnaturally round tits free.
“Like what you see, honey?” she purred.
Izzy nodded, fleetingly wondering how they were going to pay for all this, then lost his train of thought as she pulled her dress over her head and reached for him.
He leaned forward and kissed one breast, then she pushed him back and reached for her bag on the nightstand. “I’m going to blow your mind,” she cooed, and he closed his eyes and gasped as she worked his crotch with one hand, then she used the other to open a vial of cocaine and smear it on her other breast. She grabbed the back of Izzy’s head, slamming his face in the coke and rubbing his nose in it. With everything he had, he jerked out of her grasp with a bellow and leapt to the bathroom, holding his breath and frantically washing off every trace of powder he could see, scrubbing frantically until his face was red and his nostrils felt raw.
He grabbed his bag and flew down the hall, racing down the stairs, and when he reached room 317, he pounded on the door.
“Karen, open up,” he demanded.
He heard the lock turn, then she opened the door. “Izzy, what’s wrong?”
He pushed past her and shot into the bathroom, peering at himself in the mirror, then blowing his nose on a handful of toilet paper.
She stood in the doorway, her hair wet, clad in an oversized jersey and short shorts with her hands on her hips and asked, “What the hell is going on?”
“A hooker shoved my face in some blow. And I have to take a piss test tomorrow.”
“Oh, Izzy,” she said quietly. “Here, here, sit,” putting down the lid on the toilet.
He sat down and she took his face in her hands, tilting it this way toward the overhead light, then that. “I think you got it all.”
“Could you-maybe?” he blurted, and she nodded, running a washcloth under the faucet and gently wiping his nose, then his chin, and cheeks. She stroked his forehead and eyebrows with it, and when she wiped under his chin and onto his neck, he began to relax.
“Do you want to take a shower?” she asked gently, and he shook his head. The skittery, jumping feeling he had inside was still there, but now he felt too exhausted to stand, and he was suddenly overcome by a desire to lay his head against her breasts and wrap his arms around her waist.
“Did you get your hands too?” she asked, then pulled them up in hers and rubbed the washrag against them. Izzy watched her as she worked, carefully going over his fingertips, and her eyes met his and held them, her chest rising and falling.
She was so close to him he could feel her body heat rising from her, and he smelled her comforting scent on his hands and in the still-humid bathroom. He began to feel lightheaded and heavy at the same time, his wide eyes never leaving hers, his breathing becoming shallower as his neck grew hot, then she stepped back and softly said, “I-I think you’re good.”
She came back and ran water into a small pot, then went back into the other room. “Um, I’m going to make you some tea,” she called, and he came out, smiling as he watched her fiddle with a mini Mr. Coffee machine. “It’ll-it’ll calm your nerves.”
He sat down in a chair and smiled up at her. “You travel with that?”
“Of course. I can’t live without tea.”
“What kind settles my nerves?”
“Chamomile. It probably wouldn’t hurt to pound liquids tonight, so you flush out your system. I’m even not going to ask how this happened.”
“Steven’s been lonely since Absinthe left him, and he let his fingers do the walking.”
“Yeah, I heard him say he missed you.”
“You were eavesdropping.”
“Was not. That bus is only so big. Speaking of which, who’s going to tell Duff he smells like the ass end of a dead yak?”
“Not me. This is some kind of engagement promise he made to not change his pants.”
“Hoss, y’all don’t want me to intervene. I’ll strip him when he’s passed out drunk and he’ll be naked all the way to Saskatoon.” She poured him a mug. “Take sugar?”
“No. You make it sweet with your love.”
“Oh, shit. You can shove that right up your ass.”
He took a sip, then asked, “Is it true?”
“Is what true?”
“Stevie Nicks can’t put coke up her nose, so she puts it in her ass.”
Her face turned white, then she grabbed the mug out of his hands. “Get out,” she gritted.
“What-?”
“I SAID GET OUT!” she shouted.
“The fuck did I do?”
Karen was near tears. “Izzy, GET OUT!”
“I don’t have anywhere to fucking go!” he yelled.
She grabbed her giant bag, throwing it over her shoulder, screaming, “Fine! If you won’t leave, I will!” and slammed the door.
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Edge of Seventeen Chapter 2
Title: Edge of Seventeen Chapter 2
Summary: When the boy Karen Williamson loved left home when she was seventeen, she figured it was just a childhood crush. She had her own plans to get out of Indiana. But when those plans fell through and now she’s trapped in Lafayette with a degree that’s getting her nowhere. That is, until Jeffrey Isbell came home.
Warnings: Language for now
Karen made her way into the library Monday morning with a large cup of coffee and her lunch bag in hand. She yawned as she placed her bag into the refrigerator. She was not a morning person, but she would much rather be here in the morning and get her day over then work in the evening all the time. She heard a noise and turned to see Jackson standing there.
“Well, good morning,” He laughed. “Did you get your caffeine?”
“Yes and hopefully it starts working before Alice comes in and asks for the same book she’s read every week for the past six months.” Karen smiled at him. “Did you and Diane have a good weekend?”
“We did,” He followed her out of the breakroom. “She’s not coming in until this afternoon though, so it’s you, me, and that teenager will come in in about an hour.” They worked on getting ready to open the library. “So…”
“So what?” Karen asked, emptying out the drop box to check in.
“Well, I’m sure you heard that old farmhouse on the outskirts of town was bought by someone,” Jackson told her. “And, I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors that one of the famous boys has come home.”
“Sydney Pollack moved back to Lafayette?” Karen asked with a little smirk. Jackson shook his head.
“You know who I’m talking about,” He leaned on the counter, watching her check books, videos, and CDs in. “Broody, guitar player, doesn’t like to shower.”
“Why would he be back here?” Karen asked, glancing up at Jackson. “Jeff...Izzy fought hard to get out of here. He got lucky.”
“You never know,” Jackson smirked. “He might be back and you two could hook up again.” Karen rolled her eyes.
“Why, out of all the girls out there, would he want to be with me?” Karen shook her head. “He’s rich and successful. He could get him some, I don’t know, is Heather Locklear still married to Tommy Lee? Because I bet he could get her in a heartbeat.”
“Karen, back in high school he never wanted anyone but you…”
“But he left. Things change. People change. And what makes you think I even want him after all these years, hmm?” Karen crossed her arms and looked at Jackson. “I mean, if you had met Diane in high school Jackson, would you have liked her?”
“Well, maybe. I don’t really know because she’s from Kokomo...” Karen sighed.
“Jeffrey Isbell or whatever the fuck he wants to call himself would never be interested in me again.” Karen turned back to her work and Jackson sighed before going to do his own.
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When Izzy woke up, he was a little confused at first. First nights in a new place always seemed to throw him off. Once he sobered up, the same would happen on tour, but before that, the drugs made everything blurry, so it was hard to tell if he was in a new place or not. He laid in bed for a minute, just looking up at the ceiling. Everything he had had in his Los Angeles home had been moved to Indiana, minus the ex-girlfriend and the LA attitude. His life was all packed into boxes, sitting around the house that was probably too big for just him. But he had plans for this house.
He just had to get out of bed to start working on it.
With a groan, Izzy pushed himself out of bed. He wasn’t even 30 yet. He shouldn’t feel this damn old yet here he was. He had a list of things he had to do today that he couldn’t do yesterday because he spent most of the day waiting on the phone technician to come in to set his phone up. But now he was free to roam if he wanted to, and while he really didn’t want to, he knew he had to. He needed groceries and things to start fixing up the house.
He pulled on clothes that he got from one of the boxes and headed out to the old pickup truck he had bought a few weeks before he decided to just leave LA. He was sure that Axl would love that one. He shook his head and headed into town, pulling up at his mom’s first. He wanted to make sure that she had everything she needed, for supporting him as much as she did. She was out in the backyard with her dog when he pulled up.
“Mama, you here?” Izzy called. Linda waved to her son and he headed around, letting himself in the fence and settling in one of the patio chairs as they watched the dog run around. There was a chill in the air, and Izzy tugged his jacket around him. “It’s cold.”
“Not too bad. Warmer than last week,” Linda told him. “But I guess it is colder than it would’ve been in LA.”
“Guess I just have to get readapted to Indiana weather,” He laughed. “I’m doing some errands. Do you need anything?”
“Not that I can think of. Oh, wait!” Linda looked over at Izzy. “I watched my movie last night. Can you take it back to the library and pick me up a new one?”
“I thought you said you had someone who did that for you,” Izzy watched Astaire bark at a bird who dared to come into his yard.
“I do, but she comes on Saturday’s and I hate asking her to make a special trip for me,” Linda explained. Izzy sighed.
“Okay, is it inside?” He asked. Linda nodded and Izzy headed inside, grabbing the VHS and heading back out. “I’ll get you a couple. Maybe that’ll last you until Saturday.”
“That’s why you’re my favorite,” Linda laughed. Izzy shook his head.
“Joe must have pissed you off,” He gave her a small smirk. “I’ll be back in a little bit mama. Love you.” He kissed her cheek before he headed out to his truck. He tossed the movie in the passenger seat before he went about his errands.
He got all his groceries, realizing for the first time that he actually had the time and patience to cook and he wanted to try to try out different things. Then he had to get some tools to work on the house, because all he had was a hammer and a screwdriver, and that wasn’t going to build the studio he wanted.
After finishing everything, he looked over to his passenger seat and groaned. He still had to go to the library to get his mom some movies and drop off her old one. He really thought about just buying her some for her to keep at home, but she liked the library. Always had. Izzy turned into the library parking lot, hoping that he wouldn’t be in there long, as he ran inside.
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“Karen, the delivery guy is here,” Diane told Karen later that day. The teenager who worked sometimes as a work study program had to go into school for awhile, so Diane came in early.
“Okay I got him,” Karen got up from the desk. “Jackson is reshelving. Yell if you need anything.” Karen headed into the back to talk to the delivery guy while Diane took over the circulation desk. She sat there for a couple minutes when Jackson came over. Before he could say anything, the doors opened and Izzy came in. Jackson’s eyes widened.
“Uh, hey,” Izzy said. “My mom asked me to drop this off and pick up some new ones, but I just realized I don’t have a library card.” Diane laughed, unaware of who she was talking to. Jackson was about to go grab Karen, but not only was the delivery guy there, but the director of the Tippecanoe county libraries was there as well.
“We can get you one,” Diane laughed.
“I, uh, I just moved here from California,” Izzy explained. Jackson had moved into the back room, patiently waiting for a moment that he could snag Karen and bring her out to see Izzy.
“Well, who’s your mom?” Diane asked.
“Linda Isbell.”
“Oh we just love Linda!” Diane smiled. “I’m surprised that she didn’t call Karen. She always asks her to pick her up things.”
“Karen?” Izzy asked. He shook his head. It couldn’t be the same person. “Anyway, is there any way you can just check some things out on her account for me?”
“Of course, because it’s Linda,” Diane grabbed a couple VHS that had been on Linda’s wishlist. She got Izzy settled. “Tell Linda we said hi!”
“I will. Thank you.” He nodded and left as Jackson pulled Karen back out.
“Jeff wait…” Jackson sighed when he saw that he was gone.
“Jackson, that’s not funny,” Karen shook her head.
“He was here!” Jackson told her. “I swear!”
“Jeff?” Diane asked. “I thought he said his name was Izzy.”
“It’s a long story,” Jackson explained. Karen shook her head.
“I have a meeting with the director,” Karen told them. “Jackson, how many times do I have to tell you, he won’t be interested in me.” She turned and headed back towards the director, leaving Jackson and Diane standing there.
“Okay, what was that about?” Diane asked. “Spill.”
“It’s a long story sweetie,” Jackson sighed. “But I guess we have time.”
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Edge of Seventeen Chapter 4
Title: Edge of Seventeen Chapter 4
Summary: When the boy Karen Williamson loved left home when she was seventeen, she figured it was just a childhood crush. She had her own plans to get out of Indiana. But when those plans fell through and now she’s trapped in Lafayette with a degree that’s getting her nowhere. That is, until Jeffrey Isbell came home.
Warnings: Language for now
“Jeffrey Dean Isbell!”
“Mom…”
“Don’t you ‘mom’ me mister! I thought I raised you better than that!”
“Look, mom, I feel like shit for all that. I don’t need a lecture eleven years later…”
Linda had her arms crossed over her chest as she stared at her son.
“So, you just abandoned her?” Linda asked. “Why didn’t you tell me about this when you were back home a while ago?”
“Because I was strung out on smack mom,” Izzy told her.
“There has to be something else,” She theororized. “Was something said? Did Bill say something to her?”
“I don’t know mom. I haven’t seen her since I left back in 80 and Axl claims that he hadn’t seen her since he left either.” Izzy groaned and sat down. “But damn, I never stopped thinking about her. Even when I was with Angela, I wanted to be with Karen.”
“I never liked that Angela,” Linda pointed out. “And abandoning her worked out so well for you, didn’t it?”
“I was eighteen mom! I was stupid. I mean, I graduated with a D average. And she was fucking brilliant! Her being with me would’ve just ruined all her chances at life…” Linda ran a hand down her face.
“You have got to make it up to her,” Linda told him. “I don’t care what you do. You have to do something to make her forgive you.”
“How?” Izzy asked. “You saw that interaction. She wasn’t exactly warm and inviting. I mean, I wouldn’t be either, roles reversed.”
“I don’t know honey, but I love her company and Astaire loves her. I don’t want her to stop coming around.” Izzy sighed and nodded. He wasn’t sure how he was going to make it up to Karen, but he was going to try.
****
Karen avoided Linda’s for the next week. She did call her though. She wasn’t going to completely ignore mama Isbell because of her idiot son. It was a particularly warm November day, and Karen decided to use that time to get some fresh air before the cold hit again. She didn’t see any cars but Linda’s old one outside, so she picked up Astaire and took him for a walk around one of the parks.
She saw people out jogging, people riding bikes, and just enjoying the unseasonal weather. She smiled as Astaire barked at some birds. Everything was perfect.
That was, until someone on a skateboard road up by her and the dog. Karen turned and groaned.
“Are you following me now?” She asked.
“I was just out enjoying the weather. We’re allowed to be in the same park at the same time,” Izzy defended. Karen rolled her eyes.
“Should be a law or something,” Karen sighed. Her and Astaire kept walking, Izzy keeping up with his skateboard. “Do you want something?”
“I, uh, I just wanted to apologize for just up and leaving,” Izzy told her. Karen started to laugh. “What?”
“You think that’s why I’m mad at you?” Karen asked.
“Well, yeah…” Izzy told her. Karen stopped walking, which made Izzy stop his board. “What?”
“Did it hurt when you left? Yes. We were engaged, Jeff, remember? You asked me to marry you that night the three of us went to Noblesville for that concert. And you just were fucking gone and left me and Bill here.” Karen stared him down while Astaire sat patiently at her side. “Then, you gave him your address. Not me. But I thought maybe you couldn’t get a hold of me or something. I was naive and still in love with you. So, a couple months after you left, Bill and I got on a Greyhound and went out to California.”
“Wait, what?” Izzy asked.
“Yeah. Surprised he didn’t tell you,” Karen sneered. “We got out there and I was so fucking happy that I was going to see you. And we got to your place and you were fucking some girl on the couch with coke on the coffee table and one of your bandmates passed out in the chair. I gave Bill your fucking stolen engagement ring, I got my happy ass back on that bus, dealt with my dad when I got home, and I graduated with honors. I went to college, became a librarian, and stayed here while you screwed heroin addicts and taped tin foil to your windows.”
“Karen…”
“No.” She shook her head. “I’ve held all of this in for years. I kept telling myself that I was going to let it go. I told Jackson and Diane and everyone else that I was fine. But I’m not Jeff. Because while parts of me fucking hate you...I still fucking love you.”
Izzy could see the tears in her eyes as she stared at him. He watched as she angrily wiped them away. Astaire whined and rubbed against her legs.
“I never stopped loving you Karen,” Izzy told her. “I’m so sorry. I…”
“Please stop,” Karen whispered.
“Axl never told me,” Izzy wasn’t sure what to do. He had never been good in situations like this. “I didn’t know…”
“You left me behind Izzy,” Karen looked into his eyes. “Like I meant nothing to you.”
“There’s nothing I can do that will fix this,” Izzy told her. “But I’m willing to try.”
“I don’t know…” She shook her head. “I need to go.”
“Can we get coffee later? Or lunch?” Izzy asked. “Please let me make it up to you somehow.”
“I…” She looked down at Astaire. “What do you think bud?” Astaire yapped. “Your mom has my number. Maybe we can talk.” With that she started to walk away.
“Hey, wait!” Izzy called after her. “How do you know the ring was stolen?”
“You didn’t take the sticker off of it from the thrift store you lifted it at.” Karen told him, making Izzy’s pale cheeks turn red. Her and Astaire headed off, leaving Izzy standing there with warm cheeks and his heart pounding in his chest.
Karen was going to give him a chance to make it right. He couldn’t screw this up.
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Edge of Seventeen Chapter 3
Title: Edge of Seventeen Chapter 3
Summary: When the boy Karen Williamson loved left home when she was seventeen, she figured it was just a childhood crush. She had her own plans to get out of Indiana. But when those plans fell through and now she’s trapped in Lafayette with a degree that’s getting her nowhere. That is, until Jeffrey Isbell came home.
Warnings: Language for now
The red light felt like it was taking forever. Karen sat there, drumming on her steering wheel to the Mellencamp song on the radio. There were a few snowflakes in the frigid air as he sang about pink houses. She watched as the students from Purdue had crossed the Wabash to come over to their side of the city, dressed in sweaters and scarves. Some of those kids might have never seen the snow before, and they were in for a rude awakening come January. The small flurry today was nothing compared to what could be coming.
Finally, the light turned green and she headed towards the grocery store. When she had called Linda, since this was her weekend off, mama Isbell had told her that her son was handling it, but she would still love a visit. Since it was so chilly outside, Karen decided it would be the perfect time to make homemade soup. She parked and headed inside with her list in hand. She passed by a beat up old pickup truck, which, in itself wasn’t weird. The weird thing was a New York Dolls sticker on the bumper.
“Huh.” She shook her head and got her cart as she went inside. There was soft country music playing over the loudspeakers as she worked her way through the store, checking things off her list and keeping track of how much she had in the cart. The soup would last for awhile, because she never quite learned how to scale down her grandma’s recipe that could feed the entire Lafayette high school football team.
She grabbed herself some snacks, because woman was not made to live on soup alone, and headed towards the freezer section. Even when it was cold out, she could always be found snacking on some ice cream. She was in her own world as she snuggled deeper into her hoodie and reached for her favorite flavor, singing along to the song on the loudspeaker.
“She’s in love with the boy,” Karen sang to herself. “And even if they have to run away, she’s gonna marry that boy someday.” Karen turned around and bumped into a taller man who had been studying the frozen dinners. “Oh! Sorry!”
“It’s okay.” He responded. Karen started to walk away when she stopped. Something had seemed familiar about the man. Turned back, all she could make out was his side profile. He had a nose ring and a newsboy cap with long, obviously dyed hair sticking out from it. But something seemed really familiar. With a shrug, Karen turned back around to head to the checkout.
Izzy stood there, staring at the frozen dinners before his head shot in her direction. It couldn’t be? Why was she still in Lafayette after all these years? She had had dreams and plans. He had expected to see her arm and arm with some coast socialite after graduating from some big name college. She wasn’t supposed to be stuck in this hell hold after all these years. Abandoning his mom’s cart of groceries, Izzy ran to the front of the store. She was already checking out, loading her bags back into the cart to take out to her car.
“I’ll be back for those,” Izzy told one of the employees as he jumped the blockade for a closed check out lane and ran after Karen. But she was faster than he had been, and she hadn’t had many bags.
She was already gone before he even got the chance to talk to her.
With a groan, he headed back inside to finish up his mom’s groceries.
****
Karen put her things away when she got home, like a responsible adult, and watered her plants. It was weird not running Linda’s errands for her, but she had asked for Karen to come visit like she normally did. Karen sighed. Did she want to play the chance that it was Joe over there and not Jeff?
After a bit of debating, Karen got her coat and headed back out. The least she could do was walk Astaire for Linda.
****
“What’s bothering you sweetie?” Linda asked Izzy as he set out her groceries for her to put where she wanted them.
“Nothing,” Izzy told his mom. “Nothing at all.”
“Why do I feel that you’re lying?” Linda quizzed. “Someone bother you at the store?”
“No,” Izzy sighed. In fact, it was quite the opposite, but how was he supposed to just admit that his high school sweetheart, the girl that he abandoned because he didn’t feel like settling down at the moment, was within ten feet of him and didn’t even recognize him. How was he supposed to tell his mom that Karen haunted his dreams, how badly things had ended between them all because he was a self absorbed asshole at the age of eighteen?
“Sweetie, I…” She was cut off by the doorbell ringing. “Will you get that please?”
“Yeah,” He sat down the box of crackers he had picked up and went to the door. His eyes were wide as he saw who was standing there. “Karen Williamson…”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Karen groaned. Well, that went better than he had expected. “Why the fuck are you here?”
“It’s, uh, my mom’s house,” He said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “What are you doing here?”
“While you ran off to California, I decided to help your mom out,” Karen snapped. “Guess I don’t need to be here.”
“Karen, wait,” Linda said from behind Izzy.
“I can’t do this right now mama Isbell,” Karen told her. “I’m sorry. I’ll come by later.” With that, Karen got back in her car and drove off. Linda looked at her son.
“What did you do to her?”
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