#interactions: izzy

[illuminatethesehcpelessplaces]

closed starter for @lcmnde

shit, she really hated this. this wasn’t a conversation she should ever have, and it wasn’t anything gabe should ever have to hear. the man deserved so much better. she took a deep breath, grabbing his arm as he left the party their friend was throwing. “i need to talk to you.” joining him on the front step, izzy closed the door behind them and looked up into his eyes. “i’m pregnant. it’s yours. but don’t worry, i’m gonna take care of everything myself. i ain’t expecting anything from you. i just knew you’d wanna know.”

[illuminate-these-hopeless-places]

@wildstcrs

izzy: this is not me asking to come over izzy: this is just me letting you know that i don’t work tonight izzy: and that jonathan’s at the sitter’s all night izzy: do what you will with that information izzy: and this picture

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@hellcbeautiful

She should not be doing this. It’s messy and confusing and weird and she still doesn’t know if they just want to use her. But Izzy is a little buzzed and she can’t stop her feet from carrying her across the crowded room to the couch where Daksa and Darcy are making out. Damn they’re both so hot. “So....maybe i changed my mind.” Her arms are folded tight across her chest, like she’s defending herself from whatever’s coming next.

Daksa looks up, a grin spreading across her face as soon as she hears Izzy’s voice. “No way. You serious??” She and Darcy hadn’t been surprised when Izzy turned down the offer to date both of them, but still plenty disappointed. Now, she’s wondering if she’s misheard the girl because of loud music of the party. 

[illuminate-these-hopeless-places]

open to m/f/nb--possible connection: acquaintance, neighbor, old friend, ex

The young woman is disheveled, obviously distressed but trying to hide her worry. Izzy knocks on the door of the other and adjusts the little boy on her hip. “Look, I’m really sorry to bother you but I didn’t know where else to go. They called me in for an extra shift and Jonathan’s usual babysitter is sick so I don’t know where to take him. I can’t pay much but I’ll cook dinner or do your laundry or get you into Main Event for free—” Izzy takes a deep breath and looks the other in the eye. “Can you please watch Jonathan for the evening? Just until eight or nine, depending on how obnoxious the bowlers are.”

[wildxhayes]

It had been awhile since Wilder had time for a shift, and sure, this one was to use the bear strength to push a log up a hill, but who said you couldn’t kill two birds with one stone? So he was doing just that, rolling a log up a hill, while in his bear form. It felt good to be able to shift whenever he wanted, and usually he stuck to his own property, but when he saw this log, he just had to have it. There was a good chainsaw on sale at the hardware store, and he wanted to carve the log into a cool looking bench. So up to the trail he slowly pushed the log before he finally got it there. When he was done he plopped down, scratching behind his ear as he took a break. he absentmindedly scratched at the log as he looked at it, it would be perfect for his new patio, maybe he should even make one bear sized, that was a fun project idea. As he thought about that, he didn’t even notice the other person coming up the trail- he was so used to just being on his own property he hadn’t even considered how a random bear in the middle of a very public walking trail would look to others until he got back on all fours and looked up, pausing when he saw the other person looking at him. 

@slavexisabel​

[butterflieshurt-ia]

@scribedsouls continued from here!

Ginny let out a scoff and rolled her eyes. “Please, don’t even try. You can’t lie to me, especially not when I have proof.” The redhead said with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest.

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closed starter for @wildstcrs

she doesn’t remember what rest feels like; there is too much to be done, too many bills to pay. it exhausts izzy until her bones are tired and ready to fall apart, but she keeps going. when one job cuts her hours, she takes up another one—this time at a rundown fast food place where the floors are always dirty and the light outside always flickers. the pay is surprisingly good, though, so izzy does her best.

it’s thursday, the end of the dinner rush hour. the tables are littered with hamburger wrappers, french fry bits, and wilted lettuce. izzy is sweeping them up and barely glances at the man that brushes past her to get to one of the sad booths that only holds two people. they’re only sad when it’s just one person. she has to pay attention to him, and his surprisingly attractive face, when she takes his order to him. balancing the tray on one hand and barely stifling a yawn, she walks over to his sad-person booth. “you ordered the number three?”