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[chrmxiing]

the last time that he had spoken to yasmin ( well actually even seen her ) was days ago, they had spent the night at the clubhouse and he had left early , to meet with harper . between the patch over and the fight with his dad and then dealing with ava’s return along with her reasoning for a shared custody . today was one of his days off and he decided to stay at home , sending the baby sitter home and being alone with his babies was all he cared of . if he needed any real help , remi was next door and he could just call her. hearing the knock on the door , anita opens it and he sees the brunette walk in . a small smile taints his rough bruised features , while asher is in his arms babbling god knows what ❝  hey darlin’ , what brings you here ? ❞

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[aimesllyaa]

          it was weird seeing her after all this time , he hadn’t kept in contact with her . aiden had felt as if she hadn’t taken his wife’s side ; disregarding the clubs fault in her death . the excuse that they had given him that nigh : we did everything that we could . he remembers how crushed he had been , he had promised her that he would always protect her and he couldn’t do even that .  ❝ i didn’t think that you would come here . ❞ he confesses as he looks at her , head tilted to the side ❝  what’re you doing here , yas ? ❞

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[breemorrow]

the dive was her next destination , hands at her waist as she enters the placement and a slight bump on her person ❝  excuse you ! ❞ she says as she looks at the brunette , brown orbs scan the place . turning back to the brunette, she looked like a siren , smelled like cheep perfume . ❝  can you tell me where seth carter is at or do you have something more important to do ?  ❞  her eyes lingering on the brunette before her 

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[solitasantana]

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She was almost done with her lab when her computer shut off. She threw her arms in the air, checking the time as she looked around for her charger. Of course, she had left it in Seth’s office from the other night she was working on her assignment there. She sighed, picking up her bag and making her way over to The Dive. The blaring music and sound of cigarettes was something she didn’t need temptation from when she entered. Doing her best to maneuver through the crowd into his office, she yanked the charger before she ran into him and cock-blocked him again. Making her way out, she spotted the brunette by the bar and a smirk appeared on her lips. “Hey Yas!” She greeted her. “Shots on the house?” A harmonic tone spilling from her.

[mataapollo]

she’s been waiting for aiden for about half an hour already , annoyed with tardiness . her hands are scrummaging through whatever seems interesting to her. the knock on the door causes her to drop a frame and she curses under her breath  ❛ mierde , about time .  ❜ she wondered why he didn’t use the key , heels echo around the house . opening the door , she sees a brunette . one that she had seen from pictures that sage had showed her ❛ yasmin , correct ?  ❜ she asked , head tilted to the side . 

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[alwaysames]

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She sat in the diner, holding a cup of coffee as she read through her newest case. Stassie was back at work full-time, finally feeling back on her feet. As much as she could anyways. She was still weary of those around her, trying not to let her own worries consume her. She just wanted to move forward, keep progressing in her life. Success looked good on her. As she looked away from the tiny words, she saw a familiar stranger in line to enter the rush hour of breakfast. “No way!” She said, putting her mug down and getting out of the booth to approach the brunette. “Yasmine? It’s Stassie. Stassie from Aiden’s wedding,” she said, a smile appearing on her face as she thought about that crazy night. “Stassie who knocked threw the ice sculpture into the pool,” she whispered behind her hand, laughing.