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Remember You and Me (Isaac Lahey)

Originally posted by bilesandthesourwolf

Summary: Weddings are romantic affairs; from the suits and dresses to the lights in the sky to good company, it’s quite easy to get lost in the moment.

Author’s Note: AU where everyone is alive and happy and if they left Beacon Hills, they came back because I wanted goddamn sunshine and rainbows. (Also, this is an actual imagine now? Cause I used [Name]. Baby steps, yo.) And to add one more thing to be excited for, there is smut in this! No small teasing stuff; just my very first, full blown, fully written out smut in my whole writing career that is actually finished. I’m quite proud of this story, so enjoy <3

They hadn’t seen each other in seven years, and the first time Isaac sees her, it’s a glimpse of her profile.

He had gotten off the plane from France not three hours ago before rushing to the McCall residence to shower and change into his suit. Isaac would have had time to greet her if his pants had not caught itself on the hook of his hanger and ripped open; Melissa had to hastily sew it back together to make it look presentable. Melissa rushes them both to the wedding with a few minutes to spare, and Isaac chooses his seat beside Boyd.

Scott and Kira’s wedding is small, (Isaac guesses a little over a hundred guests) with everyone packed into a small clearing in the Beacon Hills Preserve. Sunlight pours through the foliage of the trees, and Isaac notices the thousand paper cranes tied to the branches, along the chairs, and hanging from the wedding arch amongst the flowers.

The pack’s seating chart is in complete disarray. It’s impossible for them to sit just on one side because they were there for both the bride and groom. He’s sitting on Scott’s side, and he spots her sitting on Kira’s side between Allison and Mason. She laughs and leans across Mason to whisper something to Hayden. The four of them laugh, and when she leans back in her seat, she catches his eye. He grins and waves at her; the corners of her lips turn upwards and she waves back. Her eyes linger on him until the string quartet begin to play and the procession starts.

He doesn’t stop staring at her though because all he can think about is the softness in her eyes that reminded him of when they first met.

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Lewis’s woodpecker (Melanerpes lewis)

… is a large North American species of woodpecker which was named by ornithologist Alexander Wilson for Meriwether Lewis. One of the largest species of American woodpeckers, Lewis’s woodpecker can be as large as 10″ to 11″ in length. The wings are much broader than those of other woodpeckers, and it flies at a much more sluggish pace with slow, but even flaps similar to those of a crow.

Unlike other American woodpeckers, it enjoys sitting in the open as opposed to sitting in heavy tree cover. It ranges mostly in the western to central United States, but can winter as far south as the US border with Mexico and summer as far north as Canada. Lewis’s woodpecker engages in some rather un-woodpecker-like behavior in its gregarious feeding habits. Although it does forage for insects by boring into trees with its chisel-like bill, the bird also catches insects in the air during flight…

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