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21+ 1x1 rp! Cruise my DMs to plot!

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reverse starter call! Like this and I’ll reply to one of your open starters 💖

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a 1x1 with a couple that’s famous and they support each other all the time and show up at awards shows together, just all the cuteness pls?

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Soon he was ushered off the phone with the assurance she would be there soon, he still wasn’t able to wrap his head around the face that Stas was in the same city as him - he had spotted her in a crowded plaza and soon she’d be in his hands again. His capable hands. Smiling to himself as a blunt found it’s way between his fingers, he inhaled a long deep pull from the blunt and was soon spun into a fit of coughing - something about Amsterdam’s weed hit way different this is usual Cali variety. Finally he was rested comfortable on the arm of the couch a few of his mates crashed on with their perspective dates for the night, his eyes fixed on the front door - waiting for his muse to find her way to him.

He couldn’t place it - it was either the blunt causing the warm haze around her body as she slithered thru the club to him or if it was from her electric aura, he didn’t care either way. Watching her make her way thru the club was entrancing - her shin high leather boots and oversized jacket covered the just enough of her pilates toned body to make him salivate. He knew her delicate collarbones like the lines on his hands, his lips twitched in the anticipation of biting them.

His eyes fulled from the way her long legs worked in sync to float her across the room to him, his eyes trailing to hers as she stood along side of him. A dopey smile traced his lips, pearly enhanced teeth flashed up at her. “come here.” Placed as a command rather then a request, he  swung his leg across the arm of the couch, straddling it and tapping the space made for her between his legs. A boyish smile reserved only for her formed across his face “get cozy.”

The way he looked at her was so different, it was more like he was admiring a piece of art. Or more like he had seen the perfection that lay beneath her clothes. When he commanded she sit, she smirked and did so, not before grabbing a blunt that was resting in an ashtray on the table beside them. She set herself gently on the arm of the sofa and leaned back into his chest. Funny how she had always considered his chest one of the coziest places and here they were. “Well if you insist,” she laughed as she nuzzled herself into his chest a bit before raising the blunt to her lips and drawing in a stiff hit then slowly exhaling. She was more than looking forward to the high she new the blunt would bring, she needed to relax. She then held it up to his lips for him. “Damn this is dope…everyone’s just smoking and vibing, maybe I should open one of these in New York,” she mused as she took in the ambiance and overall crowd. It was such a different vibe than back home. “Definitely seems like you’re type of place… do you come here a lot? What's your life like here?”

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As the strange euro dial tone rang in his year, he secretly prayed she’d answer. Momentary doubt crossed his mind, maybe she hadn’t felt the same connection he’d felt earlier…maybe it was wishful thinking and then her velvet voice cooed in his ear. A wide smile pulled across his high cheek bones, the sound of her on the other side of the phone instantly arousing him. The mention of her bath brought back images, reels of moments played behind his closed lids as he focused on the sound of her - blocking all else out. A low moan on satisfaction rumbled in his throat in acknowledgment of her bath. Her question and statement cause his eyes to pry themselves open and look around at his surroundings. “Just enjoying some of the local festivities and live music…” His voice trailing off as to insinuate that he was inviting her

Hearing his moan nearly made the girl weak in the knees. She took her lower lip between her teeth once more. She was sure he too was reminiscing their few shared bath experiences that were definitely ones for the books, she couldn’t help but giggle. “Well I suppose I could throw an outfit on,” she mused, almost instantly she hurried to her filled closet to pull options. “Just send me the address and I’ll see you soon,” she said, trying her best to sound as cool and collected as possible when in reality she was slightly panicked.

Just as she stepped into her heels she heard the ping of the address hitting her inbox. She took a final look in the mirror perfecting each detail of her look before turning on her heel for the door. Thankfully the hash bar was a short drive away, her assistance thankfully had no issues arranging a last-minute ride for her. The closer she got, the harder her heart began to pound. As the car stopped and she stepped out, the instant waft of smoke put her right back at ease. Once inside, it was easy to spot him in the crowd. She took her last steadying breath before strutting straight towards where he was lounging. Once she had caught his eye she couldn’t help but smile, “well you look cozy in here..”

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As she handed his phone back he held it in his hands, he’s smile softened as she spoke and he nodded in agreement to her words. With her flirtatious wink and the nibble of her lower lip, East pulled a shallow breathe into his lungs, the assuring signs that she may be feeling some of the same sharp pains of wanting. Her light touch sent a chill thru him, his eyes downturned to look on her small - perfectly manicured porcelain hand against his heavily inked skin. Peering up at her thru heavy brows he could feel kindling taking flame under his skin. TWO YEARS, two years and she still had this ability. A kind gesture and he was ready to tear her clothes off. Licking his lips he let out a deep breath and nodded, leaning over and placing a lingering kiss on her cheek - a Euro traditions that he’d done a million times. The smell of her signature perfume twinned into his brain as he pulled back, air supply was short as he straightened his body and waved his phone at her “I’ll text you.” Smiling he started stepping backwards from her, reluctant to turn his back on her incase she didn’t reply to his text later. After bumping into a stranger he waved and turned to continue his lunch with his buddies.

On his walk back to the table he looked down at his phone to find her name - her nickname that he had called her in moments of sentimental weakness and a pink heart. A bright devilish grin played across his lips - it wasn’t the only pink think on his mind at the moment, her perfectly bowed lips were only inches from his moments before. There was definitely something brewing in the universe for the two of them to stumble across each other, he didn’t know what it would be but any opportunity to spend time with Stas that he had, he’d take.

Later that night as Easton sat on the edge of a couch in a smokey hash bar only minutes from his flat, his mind reminisced on how Stas had looked up at him early, the sound of her infectious giggle. Taking a pull from a communal joint being passed around he closed his eyes and let his head drop back at his mind wandered into the past. Slowly the warm wave of his high edged him towards the deepest intimate memories of their life together and he felt himself reach for his phone. Fuck texting her, he pulled her number up and hit the call button - drawing in a cleansing breath hoping he’d hear her velvety voice on the other line.

As Stas wandered the canals of Amsterdam, she found her mind wandering as well. She had grown used to seeing his face everywhere she looked from her socials to billboards in Time Square, but feeling him again sent her on something different. It unlocked so many other thoughts and cravings from the past. It seemed just as she had finally let him and that era of her life go, there was that feeling again that enticed her. By the time she made it back to the hotel, through about 5.2 miles walked, 17k spent, and 5 joints smoked- she decided she couldn’t just let him out of her life again. Even if that meant they would just have to be friends. She knew any expectations now would be far too heavy so she tried her best to ‘just let it happen’ as her best friend Sydney consistently affirmed. Of course, even the tiny star had doubts. Things had gone radio silent in the end which made it hard to tell where things truly ended. Things all became so hazy.

By nightfall, Stas found herself comfortably situated in her Waldorf Astoria suite. She originally planned to take full advantage of one of the few completely free days she had by relaxing and sleeping early, things had now all changed with Easton in the picture. Just as she moved to fix herself a bath she heard the familiar tune of her phone ringing. The instinctual tingle in her stomach mused to her It’s him. She moved back to the bed and lifted her phone to her ear, “Hi,” she purred. “You caught me just in time, I was able to get in the bath,” she said, he knew how much she loved her long luxurious baths. All of a sudden she was a shy teenager again. She could hear the muffled low beat in the background, “are you having a good night?” She was sure he could hear her smiling through the phone. “Always know how to keep yourself entertained,” she teased.

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Still that laugh was one of the sweetest sounds, how this girl could still cause the rest of the world to go blurred wasn’t something he could begin to explain. Years ago when he’s met her for the first time - he would have never guest their lives would bring them to this place. When he settled on their story line ending, here she was - her smiley aura consuming any doubt. If she couldn’t get more endearing, her rosy cheeks proved him wrong again.

Listening intently he chuckled and admired her reddening cheeks, her eyes hidden behind shades - he craved to see them again. He nodded in response to her questions about him being here “uh yeah, for a little while. I’m in a model flat at the moment with a few guys…” He swiveled to hear a small cheer from his mates as she waved over at them, Easton was know amongst the group for his player ways and he’d undoubtedly have to play it cool with the guys. He couldn’t let on that the one girl he might have possible been madly in love with was now here in front of him ungluing his at the seams.

Reaching into his back pocked he pulled out his euro phone and handed it to her “ let’s hang out while you’re here, I don’t think I can just let you be in the same city and not at least smoke legal weed together.” A boyish charm smile pulled at his lips - hoping that smoking weed wouldn’t be the only activity they’d be able to enjoy while she was here.

Taking the phone into her hands, she didn’t hesitate to tap in her digits and add her name, she couldn’t help but grin as she typed ‘Stasie’ with a pink heart in the name bar. All the while she couldn’t help but imagine his life in the model flat. She had plenty of friends in the trade and had heard plenty of stories about what often went down in such places. wether she liked it or not, the feeling of jealousy washed over her. She would never consider herself a jealous person, but with him it was different. She knew how much of a ladies man he was. She knew what a woman would do just to spend a night with a God like him. She forced the thoughts of him with other women aside, taking her lower lip between teeth she let her gaze meet his once more and returned his phone. 

Then there was that smile. Something about that perfect sharp bone structure with that sweeter than honey boyish smile- it got her every time. When they were together she lived for that smile. All she ever wanted was him happy. If he was happy then she was too. That was the ultimate reason she supported him moving. “Definitely, I’ll be around, just text me or something. Still haven’t gotten the opportunity to explore too much around here, it could be nice having a local show me around,” she winked. She could tell the boys behind him were getting antsy so she decided she had held them up long enough. “I probably should get going,” she sighed reluctantly still biting at her lower lip lightly. As she looked at him the urge to be nearer came to her, just as it had before. She reached her hand out and gently rested it on his forearm, “I’m really happy I saw you Easton.”

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Ruffling his messy mop with one hand, a small flutter filled his chest at her compliment. After his contracted job in Milan was over, he’d considered going back to the states but the potential of growth for him in his career field was in Europe. He’s been traveling for so long - living a life of a nomad and seeing her was a piece of home. Even with the time and distance between them, he remembered every inch of her face. Hearing her voice was something other worldly, watching her in motion was like rewatching episodes of their relationship that he’d missed.

Unable to really process seeing her in person, he crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a good long look. He’d never imagine running into her in a plaza like this - one minute he was enjoying lunch with friends when he watched her walk by his table. Looking exactly like the girl he was pretty sure he’d once been in love with. “I’m sorry, I’m just…I mean is this real?” Taking a deep breath a wide grin spread over his sharp features. “What are you even doing here?” His eyes cast over his shoulders quickly taking in his two mates sitting at their lunch table, eyes wide at the obvious chemistry that filled the space between the two of them.

His words put her at ease, she was relieved to know he too was feeling rather stunned in the moment. She let a laugh bubble out of her, “no, no, you’re good, my feelings exactly. I can’t believe this is happening right now.” She could feel herself turning a soft shade of pink. Every little move he made brought back a memory or feeling, it was overwhelming for her. Back in the day, she’d be anxiously fidgeting or fiending for a Xanax right about now, but thankfully through some self-work, the tiny star got a better handle on her emotions and anxieties. It was definitely something she pushed herself to do after he’d left. The drugs couldn’t numb her after him, so she had to look into more reliable techniques. 

“Oh ya know, my hotel is close, just exploring a bit,” She began then paused, realizing what he actually meant. Stumbling over her words, she felt herself turn a deeper shade of pink in embarrassment, “Oh you mean in Amsterdam aha...I’m just here for some press. I just had another album drop, so you know how that goes. What about you? Are you living in here now?” Music had always been Stas’ way to escape and express her feelings, so it was no surprise their break up resulted in a lot of new music. She followed his gaze back to the group that seemed to be waiting on him. She flashed them a smile and shy wave then looked back to him. “Sorry I don’t wanna keep you or anything if you gotta go..” she insisted even though watching him walk away was the last thing she wanted. She couldn’t help but feel there was a reason the world brought them back together here.

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Pulling back from the bear hug he had wrapped the lithe beauty in, his eyes grazing her familiar features “ g o d, small fucking world” it had been over two years since the once fling had crossed paths & of all places - Amsterdam.

They had left the ‘relationship’ amicably - Easton was heading to Milan for a few months of work and she had decidedly stay put and follow her own ambitions in the states. He never faulted her for staying behind and they tried their best to keep ties open long distance but as time when on and lives beckoned to be lived the two lost touch.

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Seeing that familiar smirk, Stas’ stomach started doing backflips. This feeling of almost teenage excitement overwhelmed her. It was like the first night she’d laid eyes on him. It had been years now and each was more grown, but nonetheless still beautiful. His massive tattoo-covered arms moved around her waist and she was enchanted by him once again. She let out a heavy breath, it felt almost as if she had been holding it in since the last time they were together. “And of all places...” she mused as she gazed up to him.

She couldn’t believe the timing, Stas was in town for press on her newest album. Usually, she’d be stressing over interviews, but now her mind was filled with only thoughts of him and the time they spent together. Together the otherwise lone souls were magic, at the time no one could keep them apart. Letting him go was the most difficult thing she’d ever done. Her only true sense of security and stability left when he did. She had already found her passion and great success, it was his turn now. Though it killed her inside, she had to let him go. “You look good Easton,” she said to him, though her mind was racing, she was at a loss for words.

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