#yasemin demir || interactions

[multxfacies]

closed starter for @vntageheart || yasemin x asher

Yasemin tugged her scarf a little tighter around her neck, her breath forming soft puffs in the chilly air as she stood outside the café. The faint smell of hot chocolate wafted through the door whenever someone entered, and the twinkling Christmas lights reflected off the snow-dusted sidewalk. She glanced at her phone, noting the time with a small, tired smile. Early for once. Who would’ve thought?

Her legs ached from hours of rehearsals, and she could still hear the music from the Nutcracker playing faintly in her head. She stifled a yawn and leaned against the lamppost, her cheeks pink from the cold. Despite her exhaustion, she felt a flicker of excitement as she spotted Asher approaching from the distance.

“Hey!” she called out, her voice carrying a little more cheer than she felt, as if willing her energy to match the moment. “Look who’s early this time. I figured I’d turn the tables and give you a chance to be the late one.” As he got closer, she tilted her head, her smile softening. “Don’t worry, I already scoped out the hot chocolate situation inside. They have peppermint. I mean, it’s basically a holiday requirement, right?” She let out a light laugh, adjusting her scarf as she tried to ignore the fatigue tugging at her. She stepped toward him, brushing a strand of hair out of her face as she added, “I know I probably look like I’m ready to collapse, but I really wanted to see you. So, hot chocolate and Christmas lights? Let’s make it happen before I fall asleep standing.” Her words were teasing, but genuine.

[multxfacies]

Yasemin’s lips curved into a soft smile as Asher spoke about his sister, finding it strangely comforting that he understood the all-consuming nature of ballet. “It really does take over your life,” she admitted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even if it means constantly being sore and hearing Tchaikovsky in my sleep.”

She let out a quiet laugh at his encouragement, shaking her head. “Nutcracker’s… a beast,” she said with a small sigh, though her tone held a warmth that betrayed her love for it. “It’s my favorite time of year, but also the most exhausting. So, I really hope I’ll be amazing because I don’t think my body could handle doing all this for nothing.”

When he started rambling about his job, she could see how much he loved it, and that made her smile even more. “I totally get that. It must be so rewarding to see something go from rundown to beautiful just because of your work.” Her fingers fidgeted slightly with the edge of her sleeve before she added, “I think it’s kind of cool that we both spend so much time creating something—even if yours is with houses and mine is on stage.”

The moment he started blushing, though, she felt her own face warm again, and she let out a soft, nervous laugh. “No, no! It wasn’t too much,” she reassured quickly, shaking her head. “I mean, sure, I might not be used to getting compliments so easily, but…” She hesitated, glancing at him before flashing a small, shy smile. “I didn’t mind- I don't mind.” She corrected.

When Asher took his first shot and landed just past hers, she turned to him with a smirk. “Alright, maybe blue isn’t that lucky after all,” she teased. “Looks like we’re both off to a strong average start.” She lined up her second shot, her grip tightening slightly on the club before swinging. Watching her ball roll past the hole, she scrunched her nose. “Oh come on! That was so close..."

"She is! She's incredibly talented. You and my sister are one and the same in that respect—I'm pretty sure she's been involved in it since that age as well. It really does consume her," he smiled softly, finding it somewhat comforting that they shared something like that. The connection made whatever nerves he had left over for this date simply vanish. "Oh, you're doing the Nutcracker? My sister never did that performance, but I've heard it's a fantastic show. I'm sure you'll be amazing," he commented with ease. Normally, he wasn't this cheesy right off the bat, but he felt a sense of comfort around her.

"No, exactly! That's why I love it so much. It's so cool to completely transform something into an entirely new appearance." Asher could truly ramble on all day about his profession, but he didn't want to dive too deeply into that just yet. That sort of passion could be saved for other dates—if she wanted to see him again, that is.

He noticed the crimson color spreading across her cheeks and couldn't help but grin at the sight. She wore that expression well, but a few seconds later, he found himself mirroring that same shade of red. "Was that too much? It was too much. I'm sorry. Sometimes my brain moves slower than my mouth, and I end up talking without fully considering the consequences," he said, his hand moving behind his head to mess with his hair—a nervous habit of his. "Right, yes," he interjected quickly, using that as his escape route in case he had already put his foot in his mouth.

"Oh, come on. Nothing about that was embarrassing. You've got this!" he encouraged her as she stepped up to play, watching as she lined up the club with the pink ball and took her first shot. "Not terrible? That was good! You might kick my ass at this," he further encouraged, placing his blue ball down in its spot before lining up his club with it. He let out a small breath before making contact with the ball, watching as it rolled slightly past hers but still stopped within the same area. "I didn't get a hole in one, so it must not be that lucky," he laughed softly.

[opulvnts]

    •  •  •    lolita  by  lana  del  rey :    spotted !    if  it  isn’t  aiyla  sözeri  walking  through  the  streets  of  nyc .    people  say  she  looks  like  hande  erçel ,    but  i  really  don’t  see  it .    the  thirty  year  old  humanitarian  aid  worker  &  actress  is  out  here  making  mommy  and  daddy  proud .    while  they  have  been  known  to  be  beguiling ,    we’ve  all  seen  their  obdurate  nature  come  to  light .    sources  tell  me  they  remind  people  of  effortless  elegance ,    a  heart  made  of  gold ,    disregarding  celebrity  status  in  favour  of  the  mundane ,    exuding  gentle  femininity .    /  ciswoman  /  she  &  her .

♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  ,   𝗍𝗁𝖾   𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌 .

official   name  :  aiyla   zehra   sözeri  .   nickname  :  lia  .   birthdate  : july   9th  ,   1992  .   birthplace  :  istanbul  ,   turkey  .   citizenship  :  turkish  -  american  .   current   residence  :  pacific   palisades  ,   los  angeles  .   gender  :   cis   female  ,   she / her   pronouns  .   orientation  :   bisexual  ,   biromantic  .  languages  :  turkish  ,   english  ,   french  ,   spanish  .   occupation  :   actress  &   humanitarian   aid   worker  .

♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  ,   𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 .

faceclaim  :  hande   erçel  .   height  :   five   foot   five  .   build  :  slim  ,   toned .   eye   color  :  brown  .   hair   color  :   brown  .   hair   style  :  natural   waves .   signature   scent  :  irresistible   by   givenchy  .   style  :  very   feminine  ,   subtle   luxury  ,   timeless  .   piercings  :   three   on   each   lobe  .   tattoos  :  none  .   scars  :   none  .

♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  , 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 .  

big   three  :  cancer   sun  ,   scorpio   moon  ,   sagittarius   rising  .   mbti  :   infp  -  a  .   label  : the   philanthropic  .   traits  :  beguiling  ,   altruisitc  ,   obdurate  ,   workaholic  .   character   inspo  :  bonnie   bennet   (  tvd  )  ,   annie   january   (  the   boys  )  ,   esme   cullen   (  twilight  )  ,   kala   dandekar   (  sens8  )  .

♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  ,    𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘭 .  

biological   father  :  malik   sözeri  .   occupation  :  politician  .   biological   mother  : yasemin   sözeri  .   occupation  :   former   model  ,   head   of   multiple   charitable   organisations  .   siblings  :  demir   sözeri  ,   kazim   sözeri ,   aydin   sözeri   &   nesrin   altintaş  .

♡     ◞        𝑩𝑰𝑶𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝒀  ,   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 .

born   in   istanbul ,      aiyla   was   the   daughter   to   two   very   successful   people .      her   father ,      malik ,      was   a   former   business   tycoon   who   made   his   way   onto   the   political   circuit   and   her   mother ,      yasemin ,      used   to   model   for   high   end   designers   but   is   now   running   her   own   charity   organisations .

moving   to   the   united   states   was   a   decision   malik   made   in   order   to   further   his   political   career   as   well   as   strengthen   ties   for   his   business .

initially   aiyla   disliked   her   new   home ,      the   culture   shock   was   intense  and  she   missed   her   extended   family   in   istanbul .      but   determination   to   make   it   in   a   foreign   country   was   all   that   drove   her ,      she   wasn’t   concerned   with   the   fame ,      fortune   or   prestige   that   her   parents   had .      instead   aiyla   wanted   to   do   what   she   felt   passionate   about ,      regardless   of   whether   or   not   it’d   gain   her   notoriety .

aiyla   grew   up   watching   her   older   brothers   vying   for   her   father’s   attention ,      each   of   them   undertaking   studies   that   they   thought   would   look   promising   in   his   eyes   and   gain   them   praise   and   adoration .      more   than   often   malik   was   cold ,      harsh   and   uncaring ,      most   of   it   directed   at   his   youngest ,      aiyla .      he   felt   disappointed   that   she   didn’t   aim   for   the   same   studies   or   occupations   as   her   brothers   did ,     one’s   malik   viewed   as   admirable   and   worth   his   acknowledgement .

malik   and   yasemin   sözeri   died   while   on   their   way   to   venice ,      malik   had   just   been   elected   as   his   states   governor   and   was   joining   his   wife   on   her   trip   to   italy   for   a   celebration   for   her   charity .      their   plane   had   a   systems   malfunction   and   crashed   into   the   ocean ,      leaving   no   survivors .      the   siblings   went   to   italy   to   identify   the   remains   and   wreckage ,      the   eldest   of   her   brothers   demir   id’d   their   parents .      (   plot   twist .....    they’re   alive  ..   )  

aiyla   was   eleven   when   her   parents   died ,      being   left   to   be   raised   by   her   brothers   and   parents   friends .      the   last   interactions   she   had   with   her   parents   weren’t   the   greatest ,      her   father   and   her   arguing ,      him   telling   her   she’d   never   amount   to   anything   and   that   she   was   a   disappointment .      while   her   mother   pleaded   with   aiyla   to   stop   angering   her   father   and   to   walk   away   to   lessen   the   damage   to   their   relationship ,      promising   they’d   sort   it   out   when   they   returned .    

after   the   accident   her   brothers   started   to   grow   distant ,      each   focusing   on  their   own   careers .      during   this   time   aiyla   focused   on   school ,     once   graduating   she   took   on   the   sözeri   foundation   in   honour   of   her   mother .      she   focused   largely   on   humanitarian   work   and   philanthropy .

she   started   acting   to   pay   bills ,     even   though   she   was   technically   loaded   she   wanted   to   earn   her   own   money .      she   had   pointers   from   her  grandmother   who   was   a   famous   turkish   movie   star   and   aiyla’s   notoriety   grew   from   her   first   film .

♡     ◞        𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬  ,   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 .

doesn’t   care   about   her   fame   all   that   much ,      you’ll   one   hundred   percent   find   her   out   and   about   doing   mundane   things .      but   it’s   also   because   she   doesn’t   quite   understand   the   level   of   her   popularity   either .

she   uses   her   appearances   and   social   media   accounts   to   advertise   important   charities   and   bring   attention   to   conflicts   in   foreign   countries   and   their   displaced   citizens .

wants   to   do   more   movies   in   turkish ,      has   only   done   one    thus   far .

has   citizenship   in   the   united   states ,     turkey   and   cambodia   (   this   was   awarded   to   her   in   recognition   of   her   environmental   and   conservation   work   in   the   country .   )

aiyla   has   walked   in   new   york   fashion   week   as   well   as   fashion   week   in   milan ,     media   drawing   comparisons   to   her   late   supermodel   mom .

is   currently   dating   dylan   rain .

[yaziciyasemin]

hey guys, just a heads up if you have plots with celine or yasmin that i’ve changed their names to cemile and yasemin cause it turns out the names i was using weren’t the correct form for turkish names. <3 

[mehmetkali]

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Türkiye’yi geleceğe taşıyacak ‘Yıldızlı Projeler’ belirlendi

Yıldız Teknopark, Yıldız Teknoloji Transfer Ofisi ve Yıldız Teknik Üniversitesi IEEE Öğrenci Kulübü iş birliği ile düzenlenen 10’uncu Yıldızlı Projeler Yarışması’nın kazananları belli oldu. 500’e yakın projenin başvurduğu yarışmada, üç kategoride dokuz proje ödüle layık görüldü.

Yıldız Teknopark, Yıldız Teknoloji Transfer Ofisi ve Yıldız Teknik Üniversitesi IEEE Öğrenci Kulübü iş birliği ile düzenlenen Yıldızlı Projeler Yarışması’nda ödüller sahiplerini buldu. YTÜ Rektörü Prof. Dr. Bahri Şahin, etkinlikte yaptığı konuşmada ürünlerden verimli çıktı alabilmek için nitelikli insan yetiştirebilmenin önemine dikkat çekerken, Yıldız Teknopark Genel Müdürü Prof. Dr. Mesut Güner, start up dostu bir çatı altında girişimciliği desteklediklerini söyledi.

“Fikrini geleceğe taşı” sloganı ile bu yıl 10’uncusu düzenlenen Yıldızlı Projeler Yarışması’na 500’e yakın proje başvururken, yapılan değerlendirme sonucu, üç kategoride 22 proje finale kaldı. Proje sunumlarının ardından, ödüle layık görülen dokuz proje şöyle sıralandı:

Öğrenci kategorisi

Interactive Experiments – Alpay Sabuncuoğlu

Basit bir yöntem ile tungsten karbür ve milli servet bor katkılı radyasyon zırhlayıcı polimer kompozit malzemelerin üretimi- Alparslan Erol

Hayvanlarda devamlı ateş takip sistemi ve entegre nörolojik EEG sistemleri – Ahmet Cabir

Start up kategorisi

Zeytin çekirdeği atığından antimikrobiyal ve doğada kısa sürede kaybolan çevreci biyoplastik üretimi – Duygu Yılmaz

Aşılama ve tüp bebek tedavi yöntemlerinde sperm hızını artırmaya yönelik serotonin etken maddeli ürün geliştirilmesi – Yasemin Yılmazer

Compocket – Burak Deniz

Akademisyen kategorisi

Fizyoterabot/W1: Üst uzuvların rehabilitasyonuna yönelik terapatik egzersiz robotu-Doç. Dr. Erhan Akdoğan

Acil hasta transferinde hastayı darbelerden korumaya ve konforunu arttırmaya yönelik ambulans içi pasif ve aktif süspansiyon sistemleri tasarımlarının geliştirilmesi – Dr. Mehmet Hakan Demir

FDM (Fused Deposition Modeling) üretim yöntemi kullanılarak kompozit kemik modeli üretimi – Dr. İbrahim Mutlu

Silikon Vadisi’nde yatırımcılarla buluşacaklar

Yarışmada dereceye giren proje sahipleri, para ödülünün yanı sıra Yıldız Kuluçka da yer alma fırsatı, Yıldız Prototip Atölyesini kullanma hakkı ödüllerini kazandılar. Tüm bu ödüllerin yanı sıra Start up kategorisi birincisi Starcamp Girişimci Hızlandırma Programı ile Amerika Silikon Vadisi’ne giderek yatırımcılarla bir araya gelecek.

“Doğru zamanda doğru yatırım girişimi yaşatır”

Etkinlikte ayrıca “Girişimcilik ve İnovasyon” konulu bir de panel düzenlendi. Moderatörlüğünü Argecon CEO & ENTREN Kurucu Başkanı Erdem Dereli’nin üstlendiği panelde konuşan Şirket Ortağım Melek Yatırımcı Ağı Kurucusu ve Ağ Başkanı Mehmet Buldurgan, doğru zamanda doğru yatırımın girişimi yaşatacağını söyledi. Buldurgan girişimcilere, “Mutlaka bir kuluçka merkezinde yer almalı, çalışacağınız kalifiye mentörler ile projenizi daha ileri noktalara taşımalısınız. Yatırımcı ile görüşmekten korkmayın, kısa tanıtıcı sunumlar ve iş planları hazırlayın” tavsiyesinde bulundu.

Diğer bir panelist Lala Eğitim Kurucu Ortağı Eray Erdoğan, “Bir start up, fikrine körü körüne bağlı olmamalı, esnek olmalı, girişimci olarak geri bildirime açık olursa ürününü pazarda daha rahat sunabilir, satabilir” diye konuşurken, İstanbul Büyükşehir Belediyesi AB İlişkileri Müdürü Kübra Bayraktar Şişman, “İBB olarak şehrimize çözüm sağlayan projeler üretiyoruz ve bu tarz fikirler üretebilecek kişiler ile daha da büyümek hedefindeyiz” dedi. THY Kurumsal İnovasyon Uzmanı Emre Dalarslan ise “Girişimci olamıyorsanız, çalıştığınız şirkette kurumsal girişimci olun” çağrısını yaptı.

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[multxfacies]

Yasemin’s cheeks flushed at Alexei’s teasing words, her fingers brushing nervously over the edge of her sketchpad. “I, um, was just making sure I didn’t leave anything behind,” she said, her voice soft and slightly flustered. Her gaze darted to him briefly before she looked away, focusing on tucking her supplies into her bag. “And… you were a great model. Not every day you get to sketch someone who’s, well, you.”

When he suggested a drink, her heart skipped, but she hesitated, offering him a small, apologetic smile. “I don’t drink, but… maybe we could grab some coffee or tea instead?” Her tone was tentative, but there was warmth in her voice, an openness to the idea despite her nerves. She tucked her hair behind her ear, finally daring to meet his gaze again. “And somewhere quieter sounds perfect. Less… intimidating,” she admitted with a small laugh. “It’d be nice to talk without all the background noise. I’ve, um… seen you perform before, and it’d be amazing to hear more about you...your work.” Her lips curved into a shy but genuine smile. “If you don’t mind swapping a pub for a café, that is.”

Open Starter

Alexei Calvet - 36, heterosexual, ballerino

Plot: Alexei is the guest life model at your muse’s art class. After the session is complete, Alexei notices your muse lingering behind. Your muse can be already known to Alexei or a relative stranger. 

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“Have you lost something, or are you just trying to get another good look at me?” Alexei mused, the words dripping from him as he slowly pulled on his sweatpants. After an hour of lying naked for a dozen amateur artists to sketch, Alexei had observed the figure before him more than anyone else. Primal instinct drew Alexei their way, his gut signalling their attraction burned bright and deep inside them. The fact they were the last to leave just reinforced his theory.

After their response to his question, Alexei smirked and chuckled. “Why don’t we get a drink?” he posited, steering the conversation in the direction he wanted. “I know the rest of them went to the pub, but we could go somewhere quieter…” he added, his Russo-French tones pronounced. 

[willowswriting]

for @multxfacies continued from here

"Anything that she said about me is a complete and utter lie." He promised the women. It came off joking however he knew that most of the things that his sister would've said about him were niceties and praise, he didn't allow his sister to see the true person that he had become while not in her presence. His eyes racked over the women in front of him once again. He truly didn't know how he had gone so long without noticing her, she was absolutely stunning. "Well I appreciate you giving her a place to wait for me, I told her that I wouldn't be home until the afternoon but she never listens." He sighs "She owes you big time for not leaving her to sit in the hallway... I owe you." He spoke, eyes moving up to meet hers. Louis could think of more than a few ways to repay his neighbors kindness.

[multxfacies]

Yasemin had barely gotten through the door after rehearsal before the knocking started. She sighed, tugging her sweatshirt sleeves down over her hands as she shuffled toward it, exhaustion weighing on her limbs. The last thing she expected was him standing there, grinning like he had all the time in the world, a pizza box in hand. Her brows lifted, lips parting slightly before she even processed what he was saying. Of course he had an excuse to show up. Of course he had a ridiculous story to go with it. She eyed him for a moment, crossing her arms loosely as she leaned against the doorframe.

“You have an awfully convenient habit of ending up at my door,” she mused, though the amusement in her voice betrayed her attempt at being skeptical. “What are the odds you just happened to have an extra pizza and happened to think of me?” She glanced at the box, then back at him, lips twitching as she fought back a small smile. “I’m not saying I believe you, but I do like pizza... and I am too tired to cook... so I guess I’ll allow it. But also Kathy isn't grouchy, that might just be a you thing.” She teased as she held back a laugh.

Louis couldn't help but hope that his own charm would cause Yasemin to throw caution to the wind as quickly as the women had done with his sister. She was smart to question the grin and the things that he hid behind it although he would never admit it. Louis couldn't help but be a little thrown off by the women's quick dismissal of him. It hadn't even occurred to him that the women might have preexisting obligations to uphold on a Wednesday in the middle of the afternoon. Rehearsal and director. He hadn't even bothered to ask what it was the women did for a living but with those words alone his mind went somewhere, very flexible places. "I'll be sure to pass the message along." he assured her with a nod "I look forward to running into you again Yasemin." He smirked with a nod.

Louis meant it when he said that he looked forward to running into the women and he'd be damned if he didn't make up his own circumstances to do so. A package accidently left at his door instead of hers. He dumbly forgot milk at the store and couldn't possibly eat his cheerios dry. Her car had been slightly parked over the line preventing him from getting into his spot, even though admittedly it wasn't. Perhaps that was why he stood at the women's door now after knocking two or three times with a large pizza in hand. He grinned as soon as she opened the door "Pizza guy fucked up my order." he hummed "Gave me two pizzas instead of one and figured instead of letting it go to waste I would offer it to the neighbors." He hummed "Grouchy Kathy down the hall refused it so you were next on the list." he spoke as if she wasn't the only persons door he had been to.

[multxfacies]

Yasemin felt her pulse quicken as she looked at Brody, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. She hadn’t wanted to provoke him, hadn’t expected this night to spiral into a confrontation, but here they were. His words hung between them, and for a moment, all she could hear was the thrum of the party on the other side of the door. But in this space—just the two of them—the tension was thick, and something unspoken had finally reached its breaking point.

She drew in a slow breath, trying to steady herself, her gaze unwavering as it met his. "Brody," she said, her voice quieter than before but firm, "you’re acting like you have a right to be jealous, like this thing between us gives you some kind of claim on me." There was no anger in her voice, just a calm honesty that had been waiting for the right moment to surface. "But we’ve never talked about what this is."

She paused, studying him, her eyes searching his face for any sign that he might finally say what he’d been holding back for so long. "I get that you’re frustrated..." she continued, her voice softening slightly, "but if you’re feeling this way, if you’re jealous, then what are we doing? You can’t have it both ways."

Taking a step closer, her hand brushed his arm, a delicate touch that was both grounding and questioning. "You wanted us to keep this quiet," she reminded him, her words gentle but direct. "But now you’re upset because someone else looked at me, because you can’t stand the thought of someone else getting too close..."

Her hand dropped back to her side as she held his gaze. "What do you want this to be, Brody? Because we can’t keep going like this, pretending it’s nothing when it’s clearly something more for you." The vulnerability in her tone was unmistakable, though she tried to mask it with calm detachment. "Do you want this to be more? Or are we going to keep pretending this doesn’t matter?"

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: y/m & Brody have been sleeping together in secret (maybe bc their friends/family would disapprove or something) & although they both promised not to let things get serious, it didn't take Brody long to catch feelings & his jealous tendencies are rearing their ugly head while they're both out with friends at a large party & someone flirts/hits on y/m. whether or not y/m was trying to make him jealous is up to you. hmu if you’d like to plot more! 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈��𝖎𝖔𝖓: fwb, best friends younger sibling, ex/old flame, bosses spouse or child, idk whatever works~

"You can't just expect me to sit back while some other man has his hands all over you," Brody said in a low and almost growled tone, blue eyes fierce as they fixed the other with a glare, his one hand moving out to gesture towards the party just on the other side of the door he'd closed only a few seconds ago. He'd dragged the other away as discreetly as he could while his blood boiled. It was obvious he was angry, not entirely at the other but certainly at the fact he was fucking jealous.

He pressed a step closer to them, wanting nothing more than to put his own hands on them, catch their mouth with his in some act of possessive hunger that thrummed through his veins just as strongly as the jealousy someone else got to touch them in public and he couldn't. A heated breath left his parted lips as he dropped his hand back to his side, flexing his fingers before he swept in closer to the other, their scent filling his senses calming him a little. "-- that prick is lucky I didn't break his fucking jaw." He added in a quieter voice than before but no less low. They both were lucky Brody had control of his anger and jealousy this time around or else that other man would have been on the floor, bloodied and broken from Brody's violent jealousy.

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As soon as their friend excused themselves to the restroom, Yasemin’s heart sank, leaving her alone with Daniel in the suddenly too-quiet space. She could feel the awkwardness settle over them, and when Daniel finally spoke, she couldn’t help but let out a small, disbelieving laugh, shaking her head.

“Yeah, awkward doesn’t even begin to cover it,” she said, her voice softer than she intended, but the tension was undeniable. Her eyes met his for a brief moment before she quickly glanced down at her hands, resting on the table. She hadn’t expected to be face-to-face with him again, not after the way he had left.

“I wasn’t exactly expecting to see you here either,” she admitted, finally looking back up, the hint of humor in her voice now replaced with something more serious. “You didn’t exactly give me much of a heads-up the last time.”

Her words weren’t sharp, but they carried the weight of her disappointment. She sighed, trying to shake off the frustration bubbling up. "But look, I’m not here to make things weird either," she said, trying to take control of the situation. "Let’s just get through dinner, and then we can go back to pretending this never happened."

OPEN TO: f/m/nb (21+), mutuals and non-mutuals. Beta editor was used! Before interacting, read my RULES. PLOT: our muses slept together one night and Daniel left when your muse was sleeping. To their surprise, they have a friend in common and now they're sitting across each other for dinner and it's sooo awkward. They get a second alone and, somehow, Daniel has to break the ice. Based on this. ABOUT DANIEL: NFL player, he/him, 24-29. The fun friend of every group, so competitive, ocasionally sarcastic, very hard-workinig and talented.

"HEY, LOOK... I know this is awkward. I didn't expect to see you here either."

[multxfacies]

Yasemin raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes as she leaned back, arms loosely crossed. "Your brother might have let it slip… but don’t worry, I swore him to secrecy." She tilted her head, mirroring his smirk. "I didn’t have to swipe your ID to find out. I can't believe you think I'd stoop so low."

She tapped her fingers thoughtfully, pretending to consider something serious. "Besides, it’s not exactly hard to figure out when your birthday is. You leave clues everywhere," she teased, leaning forward slightly. "But if it’s any consolation, I’ve already planned the most epic celebration for you—and yes, you’re invited." She smiled, a hint of mischief in her tone. "And don’t worry, I’ll leave the drinking to you. I’ll just make sure the music’s perfect."

November Birthday Starter for @multxfacies

Kyle tipped the bottle back, the hint of a smirk on his lips disappearing as he took a decent sip. "Hey, you know I'm always down for a party," he started, nodding as he leaned forward to set the bottle down. "I'm just wondering who told you when my birthday was. Cause if it was my brother than I owe him an ass kicking, but if you swiped my ID while I was in the shower or something, then I owe you a drink." he teased, his smirk returning.

[multxfacies]

"Uh… um… I—" Yasemin stammered, her hands trembling as she clasped them tightly, trying to steady herself. What was she supposed to say? Did she need to reintroduce herself, pretend they were strangers? Was this just temporary? Or had the last three years, everything they’d built together, really been forgotten? She held back tears, her chest tightening. Her heart had always been too big—sometimes to her own detriment—and now, seeing him like this, fragile and confused, broke her. But hearing him not remember her? That shattered her. “I’m… Yasemin,” she managed softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your...wife...” She spoke hesitantly, not wanting to freak him out.

open to: /f/nb/23+ muse: callan cordova. he/him. 23-26. plot: our muses have been married for the last three years but when my muse wakes up after being in a car accident they don’t remember your muse. a typical plot yes but i need it. 

it felt like his brain was pounding against his skull and the pain was nearly bad enough to where eyes couldn’t be opened. voices filled the room but none of them sounded familiar or safe. what if he opened his eyes to the world completely changed around him? not that he could be for certain that was the case but something felt off to him. he couldn’t explain it but it was there lingering over his head. as eyes finally found the strength to open, he was greeted by a soft voice and he tried to clear the fuzz in his brain. “are you my nurse or something? although you aren’t dressed like one but,”

[multxfacies]

Yasemin’s hand tightened slightly on the edge of the door as she opened it wider, her heart skipping a beat when she realized it was Louis standing there. She’d spent years avoiding more than a polite nod or quick glance in his direction, and now here he was, smiling at her like they were old friends. His words caught her off guard, and she felt a blush creep up her cheeks. “Oh, um… I think she was just being nice,” she said quickly, her voice soft and a little shaky. “Your sister’s great. She… definitely made the morning interesting.” She laughed nervously, glancing down at the floor for a second before looking back up at him.

She hesitated, her mind racing for the right thing to say. “I guess we’ve just… never had a reason to talk before,” she offered, trying to sound casual. “You’ve always seemed… busy, or, you know, like you had your own thing going on.” Her hands fidgeted slightly as she added, “But I’m glad I could help her out. She really seems to care about you. She… talked about you a lot, actually.” The words tumbled out before she could stop herself, and she immediately wanted to sink into the floor. “I mean, not in a bad way!” she added quickly, her cheeks reddening further. “Just, you know, nice things.”

Muse⇥ Louis Piquet, 21-28, He/Him, Bisexual, Underground Fighter/Dealer. Connection ⇥ Neighbor, could be friendly or they’ve never really talked before. Plot ⇥ Based off of this plot from my wishlist. Open To ⇥ m/f/nb

Louis couldn’t help but smile when his neighbor opened the door to their apartment after he had knocked. “You know for the last hour I haven’t been able to get her to shut up about how riveting you are.” He spoke, referring to his sister who had just taken her leave from his apartment “Sorta makes me wonder exactly what I’ve been missing out on.” a smile gracing his lips as he eyed the virtual stranger. Despite having lived next door to them for the past few years now the two had never formally met, not unless you counted a quick wave or the exchange of a package or two left outside of the wrong apartment door.

[multxfacies]

Yasemin’s smile widened when he mentioned his sister, her excitement bubbling up despite the nerves fluttering in her chest. “Really? That’s… that’s so cool! Your sister must be amazing. Ballet’s—well, it’s kind of everything to me. I’ve been doing it since I was five, so… a really long time,” she rambled slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s basically my whole life right now, especially with Nutcracker season.”

Her gaze flicked to him when he started talking about his job, genuinely interested. “Flipping houses? That’s… wow, that’s actually really impressive. I love the idea of taking something old and turning it into something new. I mean, I can barely assemble furniture, but…” She trailed off with a soft laugh, feeling a bit more at ease.

But when he said he'd maybe fall in love with waiting around for her, her brain seemed to short-circuit for a moment. Her cheeks flushed, and she let out a small, nervous laugh, fumbling for words. “Oh—uh—I… that’s… bold,” she stammered, her heart racing faster than it had during any of her rehearsals. She couldn't deny it left her with even more butterflies. “But, um… I guess there are worse things to fall in love with, right?”

She bit her lip, trying to recover from her flustered state, and gratefully accepted the club he handed her. “Thanks,” she murmured, clutching it a little tighter than necessary as they headed to the first hole. Taking a breath, she glanced at him with a shy but playful smile. “Alright, let’s see if I can embarrass myself less at mini golf than I just did trying to respond to that.” Stepping up to the starting point, she lined up her shot, her nerves still buzzing in the background. She swung, watching as the ball rolled a short distance before coming to a stop. “Okay, not...terrible,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at him. “Your turn. Let’s see if blue really is lucky.”

The thought of her twirling in a studio brought an undeniable smile to his face, largely because he adored witnessing the passion that was seen in her eyes whenever she spoke about it. "Oh wow, that's amazing! My sister does ballet too. How long have you been dancing?" He was quite familiar with the dance world, particularly ballet. Over the years, he had attended numerous recitals, performances, and practices thanks to his sister, and he had developed a genuine love for it. He felt a sense of happiness that this date seemed to be going well already. For once, he was completely captivated by someone, and for another, he didn't feel as though the conversation was forced. Blind dates often left him worrying about these two outcomes, but he was silently thanking his friend for arranging this one now.

"I flip houses. It's something I started doing when I decided against attending college, and I kind of fell in love with it." He still remembered the first house he redesigned entirely. The feeling of knowing his hands could build and transform an entire structure was fascinating to him. He had been with the same company for years now, and despite having hobbies elsewhere, he had enough passion to continue with this job. "Maybe waiting around for you is something I'll fall in love with next," he added playfully, hoping his remark wasn't too forward, especially since the date had just begun.

Turning his attention back to the golf balls, he smiled at her choice before letting his eyes scan the remaining colors. He picked up the darker blue one. "I don't really have a strategy for this. I just like the color blue, and it feels right," he said confidently, grabbing two clubs along with the pen and paper to keep score. As they headed to the starting point of the course, he turned toward her with a gentle smile. "Ladies first," he said softly, handing her one of the clubs.

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She let out a small, tired laugh, shaking her head. “You have no idea,” she admitted, her fingers tightening slightly around the warm cup in her hands. “It’s always intense, but the last few weeks before Nutcracker feel like a marathon with no finish line. Rehearsals run late, everything gets nitpicked to death, and my body is basically one giant bruise at this point.” She sighed, but there was still a fondness in her voice. “But… I love it. Even when it’s exhausting.”

Her eyes flicked up to his at his effortless compliment, and she felt warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the hot chocolate. “You—” She hesitated, then huffed a soft laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You say that so easily, like it’s just fact.” She bit her lip, shaking her head slightly. “But… thanks. I mean it.” She glanced at him again, her lips curving into a playful smirk. “And no, you don’t look like a dork. The beanie actually suits you—very thoughtfully stylish.”

Her teasing came to an abrupt halt when she felt his fingers slip between hers. Her breath caught slightly, her heart stumbling over itself as she glanced down at their joined hands. The gesture was simple, but it made her pulse quicken in a way she wasn’t prepared for. She swallowed, finally looking back up at him, her voice softer now. “I’m really glad we’re doing this too,” she admitted. “I know I’m kind of… all over the place right now with my schedule, but I want to be here.” Her fingers gently curled around his, squeezing lightly. “So, no pressure if I fall asleep mid-sip of hot chocolate, but I promise I’ll try to stay awake for the whole date.”

A smile spread across his lips at her confession. He was glad she decided to follow through with their plans, despite how exhausting her rehearsals must be. "Are rehearsals getting more demanding? I know my sister always complained about how annoying it got a few weeks before the show," he commented softly, his voice filled with understanding.

"You always look cute," he said effortlessly, as if it were a simple fact. She deserved to hear those kinds of compliments, even if he tried to keep them at a minimum. He hadn't fallen for someone in a while, and everything about her felt new and exciting—something that definitely had a hold over him at the moment. "Yeah? You think so? I wasn't so sure about the beanie, so I'm glad to hear I don't look like a dork or something," he laughed softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Without thinking, Asher let his hand move over to where she was standing, interlacing his fingers with hers. His smile remained as he glanced down at her. "Of course, I completely understand what your schedule is like," he said softly, wanting her to know that patience would never be an issue with him. "Yeah, it's been really nice getting to know you. I've truly enjoyed our dates, and I'm sure this one won't disappoint either," he assured her, his voice warm and sincere.

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Yasemin glanced at the clock, her fingers brushing over the strap of her bag as she slowly gathered her things from where they hung on the wall. “Stranger danger didn’t really have time to kick in,” she said with a soft laugh, slipping her phone into her purse. “Your sister’s charm kind of barreled right through that.” She paused to look up at him, catching the grin on his face, and felt her cheeks warm slightly. “But honestly, she was great. Super sweet. I didn’t mind at all.” She hesitated, her tone turning more playful as she added, “You, though? Still a bit of a mystery. That grin doesn’t exactly scream harmless.”

Adjusting the bag on her shoulder, she grabbed her water bottle and keys, her movements unhurried but deliberate. “Anyway, I hate to cut this short, but I’ve got rehearsal in twenty minutes, and if I’m late…” She trailed off with a small smile, shaking her head. “Let’s just say my director isn’t exactly forgiving.” Her gaze flicked back to his, a hint of apology in her eyes. “Thanks for stopping by, though. And tell your sister she’s welcome anytime..."

The women was talking over herself. She was flustered and a part of him wasn't sure if he was the one causing her to trip over her own words or if it was just a habit of hers. The fact that she outwardly spoke the words stranger danger out loud and unironically already had a smile making its way onto the males lips. Stranger danger was a myth in Louis mind because statistically he should be tied up in someone's basement at this point with the amount of strangers that he had personally taken to bed. However he doubt that this women participated in that sort of thing. She seemed more the type to take you home to mommy and daddy. He'd have to do some snooping later on to see if there was a spouse in the picture, not that that would discourage him at all. Louis just liked to know what sort of trouble he was getting himself into "Well thank you, for allowing my sister to be an exception to your stranger danger rule." He hummed "I hope that it makes you feel better to know that Izzy wouldn't hurt a fly even if she could." He spoke, giving Yasemin a sickeningly sweet grin. Louis on the other hand... well lets just say he could be a Venus flytrap of sorts.