#isaiahwhitman

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Danger || Isaiah&Has

[ TEXT ]: Isaiah, it’s Hastalik, Lyn’s friend. [ TEXT ]: Jamie had a prediction with his cards and I think Lyn might be in danger. [ TEXT ]: I can’t get a hold of her, is she with you?

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Concern || Isaiah&Bella

[ TEXT ]: Hey, wanted to make sure you were doing okay? [ TEXT ]: Have you heard anything of the hunters who were hunting your pack on the outside?

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Mind Going Wild || Isaiah&Bella

[ TEXT ]: Do you and your pack maybe want some food? [ TEXT ]: I sort of got in my head a little bit and decided to practice making Christmas dinner and now I have three roast turkeys and a lot of sides.

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Thanks || Isaiah&Bella

[ TEXT ]: Hey, thanks for the other day. [ TEXT ]: You shouldn’t have needed to do that. [ TEXT ]: And congratulations too. [ TEXT ]: You and Lyn are cute.

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[thebellamybarnesarchive]

Following || Isaiah&Bella

        The more she tried to control it the harder it became. Her usual vampiric state with her black eyes and fangs was nothing in comparison to the horror that was her black eyed state, the talons from her hands, the black veins seen through transparent skin, and obviously the fact her usually blonde hair was jet black. None of it could be drawn back, but she could control the pheromones at least, something she hadn’t been able to do in the past, but it was hard and the longer she did the harder it was.

          So she knew she needed to isolate herself, she was already making mistakes, and when she left Erzsebet’s with all the paperwork she was taking home there was blood on her lips. At least having fed she wouldn’t need to again for a few hours hopefully. God, she was going to need someone over practically every few hours to not just start killing indiscriminately. That was going to be a lot of organisation.

        Fear within her veins, and so much on her mind, Bellamy didn’t notice it was raining until she caught the scent of wet wolf on her nose. Horrible smells always outweighed good ones and the beautiful smell of rain on the blossoming flowers around her were nothing compared to that scent. All her senses were like this, her mind a mixture of throbbing heartbeats, conversations amongst strangers and those scents, horrible as they were, she needed to get home and fast before she had to feed again.

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Still Puppies || Isaiah&Bella

       Boss could not keep himself away from the colourful water of the fountain in the City Center park. Unfortunately, the fountain was actually quite deep. When Bella had been thrown into it the month prior by Ryden she had all but her shoulders and head swallowed up by the water. So when the beagle had insisted he get in the water, pouting each time she tried to bring him back to the grass, she nervously gave in. He was a good swimmer, since Bellamy loved the beach and would often let him swim in the rock pools, but he was also an easily excited dog and quickly began chasing after an orange streak that Boss perceived to be moving about the water, barking with determination that it halt and give into his affections.

        “Boss, come back,” Bella called, the puppy looking to her for a moment. The two year old beagle with it’s white, warm brown and black fur was probably no longer actually a puppy but Bellamy called him as such and always would. Puppies were just cute dogs, and all dogs were cute. “Come back, baby,” she insisted to her dog who eventually relented on the orange and swam back over to Bellamy who sat at the edge of the fountain.

          With the Boss returning, Bellamy didn’t anticipate calling for her dog would do anything other than summon him. It didn’t occur to her that Isaiah would still have Becky and that, even if Bellamy was no longer the dog’s owner, she had obviously been around for almost a year with the dog Isaiah had purchased for them to raise together. Becky knew her scent, the strong vanilla and caramel covering up edelweiss flower, and her voice. Summoning one dog had potentially summoned another.

           “You’re so wet, Bossy” she told the beagle as he jumped from the water onto the edge and began to step onto Bella’s jeans, immediately making them wet around her thighs as she attempted to dry him off with her hands, scratching at his fur as she did. “It’s good it’s summer or we’d be in big trouble.”

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Lyn&Isaiah Baby Meme

violet whitman...biological daughter of lyn nichols and isaiah whitman, unmarried but together...she likes lyn more...takes after isaiah more...is a werewolf...was suspended for slashing the tires of werewolves at school in one of the rival packs...frequently wears lyn’s old clothes...didn’t leave her father’s side during her first shift

        "You can’t let him just decide it, Mum,” Violet insisted as she hung around necklace around her neck, chains knocking against one another and a few strands of hair getting caught between the cheap metals. Only one of the necklaces around her neck held monetary value, and Violet never took it off because she knew she’d lose it if she did and her Mum would kill her for losing anything her Aunt had given her, even if it would have pleased her father immensely.

        Isaiah leaned against the door to his daughter’s room, spine against the frame and a sternness to his face. “You’re not going,” Isaiah repeated himself to his child who looked to her dark haired mother for support. “He’s fifty! He looks eleven but he’s fifty!” The father announced, slamming his hand on the opposing frame and practically breaking it. Their house tended to take a beating when Violet or Isaiah became angry, Violet more so when she’d started the shift into being a werewolf and was having difficulties controlling herself. Lyn could see so much of Isaiah in her daughters. Not just the way she was as a kid, but the way she was becoming as an adult, stubborn and determined all at once.

        “Oh my god, it’s a party, he’s not even my fucking date, Bells is coming,” Violet insisted, her eyes moving from her father to her mother, soft and blue she was growing impatient with the whole conversation, momentarily pleading gaze that only her mother could catch. She was going and that was that but she’d rather go with their blessing.

        Isaiah raised his hand and pointed at Lyn in a request for back up, “Bells is almost fifty herself!” 

         Violet rolled her eyes, picking up the shoulder messenger bag on the floor weighed down by books and covered in various pins for bands, pride and the pack she and her father were in. “This is such bullshit, you only care because there are vampires. I could get drunk in the woods with guys double my age in the woods and you wouldn’t care,” Violet said, pushing past him, and Isaiah once more looking to his long term girlfriend for help.

         “She’s not wrong,” Lyn said, as their daughter stormed down the hall, watching as he let out a soft sigh. The slender dark haired woman walked over, bare feet on the shag carpet and leaned her forehead against her partner’s larger chest, allowing her presence to calm him, big arms wrapping around her. 

         “Yesterday she was like...tiny,” Isaiah insisted of his daughter, recalling when she had crawled beneath his car and become covered in grease trying to help him, or when they’d fixed the kitchen window, even just watching movies on the couch with her. Now all she wanted to do was go to parties with the woman she had once called Aunt and hang around with boys he did not approve of. “She used to never yell at me, even during her shifts she would call for me, and now it’s like...,” Isaiah rolled off, feeling himself become tense again and curling arms around Lyn.

          The woman had always been left out in a way, she wasn’t a werewolf like them, and so she missed out on the things that had connected them, but now that she was older it was Isaiah that was being pushed out. Lyn was loaning her old Slayer shirts and they were going to get coffee together before school, usually, and there was a bridge that came with her being Bella’s best friend but the vampire looking Violet’s age, she got included in things maybe a mother normally would not have.

          “It’s a party, pup,” she told him, reaching up and pushing some of the long blonde hair from his face, black nails remaining in his hair. “One night where she won’t be at the pack meeting,” because Lyn knew that was the real reason. He could rant and rave about it being vampires but it wasn’t, it was the fact she was missing another pack meeting in favour of fun teenage things. “Go walk her to school, grab me a coffee,” she told him, bringing his head down and kissing his forehead. 

          Isaiah nodded, catching her in another kiss, this one on her lips, clear of make-up before she went to work for the day. He wasn’t sure he could have ever handled fatherhood without her, even when things were good Isaiah needed the second hand, someone to tell him she was safe, that this time things would be good, that he was strong and could protect them. Lyn said all the right things. If anything was good in Violet it was her and he knew it.

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Too many questions not to do a read more...

Does my muse trust yours?  

“I trust Isaiah, to some degree. I trust that he will do what he believes is right in the moment. I definitely trust him with Lyn because Lyn isn’t at all like who I was, and doesn’t have that potential to her. Lyn is good so he’d never hurt her. The shades of me are graying so...I’m sure the trust we have in each other is grayer.”

Does my muse dislike yours?

“No, I am sure in moments when we dated I disliked Isaiah but I’ve never disliked him overall.”

Would my muse kill someone for yours?

“Not without question? I mean, I doubt Isaiah would want me to kill anyone for him. If he needed someone to kill he’d do it himself, I suspect. But if he did ask I’d want a pretty valid reason.”

Would my muse kill your muse?

“Only if he did something to deserve it, or it was some sort of last resort. Hell, maybe when he and Lyn get old, she’ll die first and he’ll end up on life support and I’ll be the one who gets to decide if the plug gets pulled.”

Would my muse save yours?

“Of course, I don’t want Isaiah to die.”

Does my muse find your muse attractive?

“Dating him would have been challenging if I didn’t...I mean, he’s less attractive now but not wanting to sleep with someone usually affects that level of attractiveness. Like I can see he’s attractive but it doesn’t make me wet, you know?”

Is my muse disgusted by yours?

“Sometimes watching him eat isn’t cute...”

would my muse go on a date with your muse?  

“Isaiah and I were never very good at dates. We tried one time and then we ended up breaking the seat at the cinema because we got bored of waiting for the movie to start and decided to have sex.”

would my muse kiss yours?  

“Too late. I wouldn’t now though. I wouldn’t hurt Lyn like that, or Kemper, if he still cares.”

would my muse betray yours?  

“Too late again. I would attempt not to betray Isaiah again but...for Lyn? Yeah, probably would. People have always said like ‘you shouldn’t rank your friends’ or whatever but I don’t feel like it’s that. Isaiah would survive, Lyn wouldn’t. He’d betray me for her to.”

my muse’s favorite thing about yours is ____

“His cock. I like that Isaiah takes on challenges that are maybe outside of what he has to. He didn’t have to become the alpha, even if it maybe felt like he did, but he didn’t and he did it anyway.”

the thing my muse dislikes about yours is_____

“Sometimes I think about when Isaiah would take Becky away when I’d do something that upset him. He and Becky would leave me and I’d have to fix things to get them both back. Every time people leave it feels like I’ve done something wrong and am being punished for it, which started before him but that definitely reenforced it. I know it’s not relevant now but I do worry sometimes if Lyn makes a mistake or actually does something to upset him he’ll do the same to her.”

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