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THE PARENT TRAP (1998) dir. Nancy Meyers
#𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› zehra karatas & utp , @poetr1es , @del1ciae , @lovedsme location: new high end restaurant , manhattan.
paths unexpectedly crossing had turned into impromptu meal at one of the hottest new restaurants. she took a delicate sip of wine, surveying the menu as she did. ❝ at least let me pay for the appetizer. i can't let you cover the entire bill. ❞ the last time offer would be repeated before credit card, one tied to fiancé's funds, became sealed away in her purse.
azure hues tear away from menu to fall onto companion whose own gaze never left the pages of the hardcover menu in her hands, her words eliciting a sound caught somewhere between a scoff and a chuckle. meticulous rearing by a mother who believed courtesy to be of utmost importance forbade even entertaining the notion of allowing the influencer to pay for any part of the meal, especially when it was he who had extended the invitation. “ while the offer is appreciated, your company is more than enough. order whatever finds your fancy. my treat. ”
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The sharp click of her heels rang across the floorboards before stopping just in front of him. A smile threatened the corners of her red lips, quickly tucked away again for the sake of appearances. “Did cross me mind, actually,” she teased, dragging a chair out before dropping into the seat opposite him.
“Though I weren’t even that late, was I? In my world, this is practically early.” There was a touch more ease to her now, her shoulders loosening as the words left her, the polished mask slipping just enough to let something warmer peek through.
any attempt at appearing contrite is made void by her appearance, unwilling to continue feigned offense when model offers up a geniality in both word and countenance that belies the warmth he has come to associate with her. instead, he settles back against his seat and enjoys the way she meets his words with her own particular brand of candor. no excuses made. nor desired. “ you sure know how to make a guy feel special, kade. ” softness gives way to something playful, the corners of his mouth tilting upward. “ i’m glad you decided i was worth the effort.. even if you left me here wilting away. ”
#𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› isabel dela rosa & laurence riordan , @poetr1es + aristos creed , @del1ciae
doe hues kept sneaking glancing at him over the rim of her frappacino. concern tangled with desire to not be too nosy; a battle the latter would have a better chance at winning if the other's mood wasn't so palpable. heartstrings felt the tug. izzy worried at her lip before drawing in a deep breath. ❝ why the long face ? ❞
if it had been anyone else, scheduled meetup would have been cancelled with little to no remorse on his end. mood had instantly soured the moment he was made aware of a yet-to-be released podcast episode featuring an interview with a former teammate, the host feeling it necessary to warn him beforehand about the potential backlash that would follow its release. and now, hours later, despite the presence of sunshine personified, his mind still turns over every accusation made. “ lets just say my detractors are about to be well fed. ” tone suggests levity, contrasting the dangerous cocktail of ire and shame that reflects within cerulean gaze. “ former teammate didn’t take the trade well. and he’s making sure everyone gets a firsthand account. ”
#𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› juliet sinclair & lowell kip , @del1ciae location: juliet's office , vogue , midday.
❝ mr. kip. ❞ juliet greeted, not rising from her chair but setting aside the ipad and page mock-ups that'd previously had her attention. ❝ i don't believe you were in my schedule today. ❞ she knew he wasn't. every appointment was memorized not only by her and her assistant, struggling as they were, knew better than to make any changes without informing her.
he lifts hands in mock surrender, despite the package clutched in one hand and the drink carrier balanced in the other. if not for a familiarity born from shared philanthropic interests, existing at the edges of each other’s lives, and the eventual discovery of common ground, he wouldn’t dare step into her domain without explicit invitation. “ please, don’t be cross, ms. sinclair. your assistant made a valiant effort to keep me away. ” all boyish charm and a tone that suggests contrition, though the satisfaction mirrored in azure hues betrays his lack of remorse. “ i come bearing gifts. or peace offerings. you decide. ” drink carrier is deposited onto desk, research having gone into his selection given her discerning nature, alongside a coffee table book documenting their latest shared altruistic venture. “ figured i’d personally deliver the latest keepsake item. ”
" i think my favorite study to quote is the one on the orgasm gap because it just shows that women are better at sex, but what do i know. "
𖥻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱. 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆‚ @del1ciae.
conversation having taken a turn, her words inspire no small amount of delight, evident in the mirth mirrored within cereulean hues. he had taken his fair share of wgss classes during his time at upenn, and he was familiar with the kinsey reports and the research that followed. he would even go so far as to say that it had inspired a keen interest in ensuring he wouldn’t become a contributing factor. copious amounts of research had gone into it. late nights spent studying human anatomy alongside the latest coed. he aimed to please. “ i won’t refute that. women are better at sex. and most men couldn’t point out the clitoris if their life depended on it. ”
" it's hard being a nepotism baby these days, there's no challenge when your godfather is a senator and your mother is an elected official. i want to prove myself - hey, maybe i need to try and get elected or something. "
𖥻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱. 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆‚ @del1ciae.
he wonders if the assistant district attorney’s words were meant to elicit a desired reaction. or if they served as little more than idle musings. godson of senator stratton, son of district attorney, a scion of the van rensselaer family. reminder of lineage was met with the same amusement as the declaration that followed. should van rensselaer heir choose to venture down a similar path, there is little doubt he benefited from the connections necessary to secure coveted position. a shared experience, for he too did not lack in that department. “ i suppose it’s never too late to start emulating that godfather of yours, nick, if that’s what you truly want. ”
his favorite bar and bartender for a reason, the gossip overheard during their shifts getting spilled as tobi listened intently. an extra tip and they sang like a canary, song that tobi enjoyed listening to whenever he had the time. “ that's crazy, ” murmurs in response to the tidbit dropped in a way he knew was for maximum impact, dark hues landing on the other as he turns to greet them. “ oh, hey you made it. table's ready, hope you don't mind i already ordered a drink for you. ”
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catching the tail end of the conversation between anesthesiologist and a bartender who seems far too easily compelled to disclose information about the bar’s clientele, his response is limited to the rise of a brow until bartender takes their leave, silently making note of the retreating figure for future use should the need ever arise. “ hopefully they’re as skilled at mixology as they are at constructing salacious tales. ” there is no denying the distaste that lingers in his words, not one to entertain the gossip mongering habits of those with access to people of relevance. he takes the offered drink and follows the other male to a table toward the back of the room, settling across from companion as martini glass is brought to lips. “ careful with that one. their tongue would almost certainly turn against you if given the chance. ”
status : open starter ( 4 / 6 ) location : soho house , after hours
dimmed lights and house music playing in the background, not too loudly. two of mila's favorite things about soho house was the fact that it was members only, and quite private. it was forbidden to take pictures inside, which meant there were less eyes on the ballerina. “ do you think they'd take suggestions for music ? ” she questioned. she didn't mind it, but she always thought they can do better. “ i feel like i've already heard this song playing. ”
gaze leaves phone screen to settle on youngest maddox, her voice having filtered in despite attempt to focus on an email highlighting a new endorsement offer. having not the slightest idea, nor interest, in the club’s music selection, he instead offers her a slight lift of the shoulders. recognizing he has not been the best of company, he straightens up and places the phone face down against the table, offering the ballerina an apologetic upward tilt of his mouth. “ if you want them to play something different, just ask. who could possibly say no to you, mils? ”
#𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› lucas rinaldi & aristos creed , @del1ciae location: small cafe, mid morning.
leaning back in his chair, steam still rising from black coffee, he scrolled through his phone. quiet morning away from the glamor of the elite circles — or so he'd hoped. he spotted the other out of the corner of his eye, which narrowed. he only followed american football when it involved james, souring impression of other long before the transfer was announced. luke kicked out his foot and planted it on the chair across from him. ❝ find another seat. i'm waiting on someone. sorry. ❞ he wasn't.
he diverts from the intended path once he takes note of overt hostility on display, a momentary setback to scheduled meeting as the need to further antagonize takes hold. a familiar face, one he has come to associate as close companion to perpetual thorn in his side, and it is the clear disdain reflected within both gaze and words that sparks no small amount of interest. if only to see just how far the other is willing to go in defense of a friend. he looks up, making eye contact with his agent, lifting a hand to signal that he’d be with her shortly before turning his gaze onto f1 driver. that same hand lowers to pull at the chair, moving it right from beneath the other’s foot before taking a seat across from him. “ it’s nice to know my reputation precedes me. ” tone carries a layer of amusement that doesn’t quite meet his eyes, something far colder settling within azure hues as he leans forward. “ though i suggest you get used to seeing me around, 'cause i’m not going anywhere. ”
lips cover straw as astrid enjoys the cool cha thai, orange hue included, as hazel hues go through the menu - debating what option is best. " do you know what you're getting ? " asks other sweetly, finger swiping notification up on phone to read the latest status on her daughter. " i always come here if i crave some good authentic thai food because my own cooking skills leave a lot to be desired. "
𖥻 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱. 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌‚ ( zero / five ).
𖥻 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗇, 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗐𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾.
menu long-discarded in favor of cellphone screen displaying a news article that is less than kind in its portrayal of his most recent canvassing attempt, there is but a moment’s hesitation before phone is slipped into pocket and cerulean gaze settles on a far more appealing sight. “ order whatever you think i’d like. let it be a testament to how well you know me. ” response is accompanied by the slight upward tilt of his mouth, hand lifting tall glass to bring straw to lips. “ well, you’re absurdly good at most things. you have to leave something for the rest of us. ”
# scene𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹.
response is met by display of pearly whites, one that is bona fide and not performative, as dynasty born so usually wears. it falls slightly, bittersweet familiarity draping itself across senses, so canines nip at flesh of bottom petal, own orbs of similar icy hue steadily lingering on sweetened bite brought to his brims, “ i remember. ” refuses to forget, really. inklings of personality and all ⎯⎯ first left traces that stayed, etched into grey matter and tucked away as treasured keepsakes. soon seated frame is leaning forward to rest elbows against table's surface, restless spark that dispels the stillness of ordinary bodies, a way she has been since first unsteady moment she learned to walk and discovered standing still was optional. “ the rest of it is yours .. but now you owe me a dance, congressman. ” title bestowed in saccharine vocals, manifested into atmosphere, clear indication of utter confidence in homme's ability to come out of congressional run victorious, believed in him then and now.
a habit once formed is unlikely to be forgotten, and any interest in cake is surrendered to the desire to indulge her request. he rises from his seat, mouth tilting upward into a faint grin as hand is extended to companion, courtesy as ingrained in him as memories of moments like this. he waits, expectant, for delicate fingers to slip into gloved hand. “ a small price to pay. ” golden-hued gemstone catches the light as hand settles into his, inspiring a quiet huff of amusement. a talent for predicting winners, and the title bestowed upon him by femme feels all the more tangible for it. champagne-tinted tresses gleam beneath the gentle glow of chandeliers that line the marble hall, their light casting a soft haze over the assembled guests. the pair join those awaiting the next dance, and azure gaze remains fixed upon dance partner, encased in a gown that is more siren’s call than mere fabric and stitch. beauty made all the more compelling by pearls and crystal-woven cloth. the space between them narrows as hand finds the small of her back, the other lifting hers into place. familiar. “ just like riding a bike. ”
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body in a loose sway along to the music, napkin covered fingers plucking desserts and dropping them onto a plate to the beat. haze of the high keeping them lost in their own little world, the spin to face front stalling when maika's gaze met another's — small mountain of treats almost slipping in surprise. “ want one ? " has the decency to offer, at least, as the table had almost gone bare in her attempt to curb the munchies. “ i think this one is chocolate ... or something. ”
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more than a trace of amusement dances in viridescent hues as they take in the near-toppling plate of sweets in the brunette’s grasp, somehow still defying gravity despite its shaky stack of tarts and cakes. his own plate is modest by comparison, bare but for what little fresh fruit remained. the offer of what appears to be a chocolate napoleon inspires a faint upward tilt of his lips, mirroring the mirth that has yet to fade from his gaze. “ thanks for the offer, but i’m sure you’d enjoy it far more than i could. ”
silken silhouette falls perfectly into place with practised ease as she closes the distance, unhurried strides despite the quiet expectation threaded in his timbre. voluminous lashes flutter downward to cast fawns briefly where cellular disappeared, noted mentally and filed away for later before her own tone something just short of amusement. “ i'll admit, secretary bracken almost had me. ” words land lightly, buxom glossed mouth curving at implied plans. “ then i thought about how miserable you'd look... and my heart broke ! i'm not a monster. i can't, in good conscience, leave you at the mercy of these vipers, councilman. ”
svelte form appears, and again he is reminded of just how attuned he has become to her, her presence alone enough to awaken an interest that has grown far too particular to be directed to another. as if she had laid claim to something in him years ago, a seed planted that had only now borne fruit. he can’t quite pinpoint the precise moment he had recognized it for what it is, but it remains ever-present. persistent and undeniable. something he has yet to give voice to, unwilling to complicate what he has come to regard as essential. rising from his seat, he pulls her into a brief embrace, restraint betrayed by the hand that lingers at the small of her back as he leads brunette femme to her seat. “ secretary bracken is nowhere near interesting enough to warrant such consideration. ” tone is meant to convey feigned offense, undone by the tilt of his lips. “ you have the right of it, jo. had you chosen bracken, i don’t think i would’ve recovered. ”