#yasemin x asher

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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.

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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.

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🫦 Yasemin x Asher tehehe

Send me 🫦 to have a New year’s kiss at midnight.

The party was buzzing with people, mostly friends, but there was a fair number of strangers mingling as well. Not that it mattered to him; he was solely focused on being in her company. As the countdown began, the excitement in the room grew palpable, with everyone eagerly awaiting the New Year. Asher couldn't imagine starting it off with anyone else beside her. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him by the small of her back. His forehead pressed gently against hers, his lips forming words that were barely louder than a whisper, mirroring the countdown happening around them. As the clock finally struck midnight, Asher lifted a hand and cupped her cheek, his thumb tenderly brushing over her skin as he smiled. "Happy New Year, babe," he whispered, before capturing her lips with his own.

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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 let out a soft, breathless laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she caught up with him. “Freakishly early? Well, that balances out, because I’m apparently freakishly late,” she teased, her tone bubbly but tinged with nervous energy. Her cheeks flushed, but his question about practice shifted her focus. “Oh! I’m a dancer. Ballet...” she explained quickly, her hands gesturing slightly as she spoke. “When I’m not running late, I’m probably spinning in a studio somewhere.” She grinned sheepishly.

As they walked inside, Yasemin stole a quick glance at Asher, noticing the easy way he smiled and the kindness in his expression. He had this boy-next-door kind of handsome look that felt familiar and comforting, like someone you’d want to sit on a porch with, talking about nothing and everything. Her nerves eased a little, though the butterflies hadn’t completely disappeared.

“So, what about you?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. “What do you do for work? Or, you know, when you’re not waiting around for blind dates to show up?” Her tone was light and teasing, a playful attempt to keep the conversation flowing.

When he asked about the ball color, her eyes brightened as she scanned the options. “Hmm… the pink one,” she said with a grin, picking it up. “Not because it’s the obvious choice, but because I actually love pink. It just makes me happy.” She glanced at him, her grin widening. “What about you? Do you have a secret strategy involving ball color? Or are you just grabbing whatever feels lucky?”

He felt a surge of relief when he heard someone calling his name, turning around to make eye contact with the girl. Her beauty captured his attention immediately, making him completely forget about the fact that she was late and that he was starting to assume he being stood up. "No, it's fine. You're fine. I always show up freakishly early to...well, everything," he chuckled softly, an attempt to lighten the mood and ease her concerns.

"Practice? What is it that you do?" he questioned, genuinely curious about her passions and hobbies. It would give him further insight into who she is as a person. Based off his attentiveness to her, it was clear he was rather eager to learn more about her. After all, that's exactly what this date was meant for.

"It's nice to meet you, Yasemine," he offered with a genuine smile, having a good feeling that his blind date would end up going fairly well. At least that's what he hoped for. Placing his hands in the pocket of his jacket, he chucked softly. "This is a judgment-free zone, alright? You can be as bad as you want; just don't get mad if i kick your ass," he teased lightly, she had no idea how terrible he actually was at mini-golf himself, but he'd let her figure that out once they found themselves on the course.

Turning back around, he opened up the door entrance and stood by so she could enter before he did into the building. As they arrived at the mini-golf course, he couldn;t help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with a bit of nervousness. He reached in his back pocket, taking his wallet out in order to pay for what they needed. "Preference on ball color?" he asked softly.

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Yasemin’s heart did a little flip when she saw him wave, a bright smile breaking through her tired expression despite the fatigue weighing her down. “Hey!” she called back, her voice warm, though she still felt the lingering effects of back-to-back rehearsals. As he leaned in close with his playful tease, her cheeks flushed, and she let out a soft laugh. “Okay, fine, you win. But only by, like, a minute.”

Following his gesture, she stepped inside, grateful for the warmth of the café. “Honestly? I’m glad I came,” she admitted, glancing at him as they joined the short line. “It’s been a few crazy weeks, but… I needed this. I’ve been looking forward to it too.”

When he complimented her, her eyes widened slightly in surprise, and she quickly looked down, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh… thanks. I didn’t think I looked cute—I just kind of threw this on after rehearsal,” she said with a small, shy laugh, the pink in her cheeks deepening. “You don’t look so bad yourself. The beanie’s a nice touch.” She glanced up at him, her smile turning playful. “Very winter chic.”

As they waited for their drinks, she shifted slightly, brushing a strand of hair back again—a habit she had when she was nervous. “Also, thanks for being patient with me. I know I’m kind of all over the place right now with rehearsals, but I’m really glad we’re doing this.” Her voice softened as she added, “It’s nice… having something to look forward to outside of ballet.”

He wasn't often seen wearing a beanie, but given the brisk temperatures outside, he knew it was essential, especially since his ears were always the first to feel the chill. He adored this time of year, something he only grew to appreciate in adulthood. As a child, it was a different story altogether. Although his sister's presence made the holidays memorable, their parents had a knack for draining the magic and joy out of the season. That particular trauma was something he planned to keep under wraps until they had gone on many, many more dates.

Glancing at the clock, he realized he was arriving a few minutes early, as usual. With his hands buried deep in his pockets to ward off the cold, he scanned the area until his eyes landed on her. His eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of her; he had been looking forward to this date all week.

"Hi!" he called out, pulling his hand free from his pocket to give her a small wave, the smile on his face widening. As he finally reached her, he couldn't hide the smirk that played on his lips. "As cute as that attempt was, I was still on time," he teased playfully, his words soft and meant only for her ears as he leaned in close. He then stepped back, laughing softly, and gestured for them to head inside to order their hot chocolates. "Thanks for coming out tonight, even with how tired you are. I appreciate it, and I've been looking forward to seeing you all week," he added, holding the door open for her. Once inside, he took his place in the short line to order their hot chocolates. After paying, he stood off to the side, waiting for their drinks to be ready. "You look really cute, by the way," he complimented, his eyes full of genuine admiration.

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Yasemin was practically running as she reached the mini golf building, her breath coming in short bursts. She glanced at her phone to check the time again, cringing at how late she was. Great first impression, Yasemin. One of her dance practices had run over, and between showering, getting ready, and fighting traffic, she’d completely underestimated how long it would take to get here.

As she approached, her eyes landed on a man standing outside, glancing at his watch. She didn't have much to go on, just his name from a friend. but that had to be him. She smoothed her hair quickly and adjusted her bag, trying to look more composed than she felt.

“Asher?” she called out, her voice slightly breathless but warm. When he turned to face her, she gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry I’m late. Practice ran long, and then traffic, and...” She paused, realizing he wouldn't have known about her practice, or that he maybe wouldn't even care. She let out a small laugh, trying to ease her own nerves.

"I'm Yasemin..." She offered him a small, sheepish smile as she finally caught her breath. “I promise I’m not always this much of a disaster,” she said, her cheeks still a little flushed. “But I’m here now, and I’m ready to make up for lost time. Just—don’t judge me too hard if my mini golf skills are as bad as my timing.”

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He was clearly nervous, knowing this was a brand-new experience for him. He still questioned how his friend had managed to convince him to say yes to this arrangement. Blind dates normally didn’t go well, and he hoped that wouldn't be the case tonight. Glancing down at his watch, he anxiously waited outside the mini golf building, feeling the flutter of butterflies in his stomach. It was hard to look around for someone when he didn’t know what they looked like, and the anticipation was getting to him. As he waited, his mind raced with various scenarios. What if they didn’t show up? What if they decided to ditch before even meeting him? He could be a pretty fun guy once he got comfortable around the person, but the initial meeting was always the hardest part. He took a deep breath, trying to keep a level head about how tonight would go.

The bustling sounds of the mini golf course provided a somewhat comforting background noise. The laughter and chatter of other people enjoying their evening helped to slightly ease his nerves. He adjusted his stance, shifting from one foot to the other, trying to appear casual and at ease. His friend had assured him this would be a great opportunity to meet someone new, someone who shared his interests and could potentially become a significant part of his life. Despite his reservations, there was a part of him that was hopeful, eager for the possibility of a genuine connection.

As the minutes ticked by, he glanced at his watch once more, each second feeling like an eternity. His heart raced with every person that walked by, wondering if they might be the one he was waiting for. Determined to make the best of this experience, he resolved to stay open-minded and give it his all. Tonight could very well be the start of something special.