ships in which someone speaks English as a second language (◡‿◡✿)
ships where that someone slips into foreign swearing when upset (◕‿◕✿)
ships where that someone moans out foreign endearments when they’re with their lovers (ʘ‿ʘ✿)
SHIPS WITH BILINGUAL LOVERS (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧
Priya*Nate, Louis*Emily, and it goes both ways with Josie*Vladimir
Your characters are required to play Trust Falls.
In case you’ve never played, what happens is this: People pair up. One person closes their eyes, crosses their arms over their chest, and falls backwards. Their partner is supposed to catch them. Partners switch, the game continues.
How well do your characters fair? Are there refusals? Bruises? Are any relationships strengthened or strained by the exercise?
Nate: Just trust me
Nate: I wont drop you. I pro-
Priya: I said, NO
A Backyard Adventure
“Nicholas, sweetheart? What are you doing up here?” Priya asked her son, who was clinging to his blanket and patchwork cat on the stairs.
“N-n-nothing,” he said, finishing his climb and stopping in front of his mother.
Priya kneeled down to look her son in the eye, “Nicholas? Does your father know you’re up here?”
The aversion of Nicholas’s eyes told her everything. Priya sighed. Nate was going to be so disappointed if he woke up to find Nicholas gone. Well disappointed once he calmed down from the panic it would no doubt induce.
He had worked so hard on that tent, battling the poles for nearly an hour before he conceded to let her help. Nate had worked so hard setting the entire night up. He’d gone shopping for the marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate and hot dogs all by himself. He’d then spent hours in their bedroom wrangling wire hangers into skewers so they could roast everything over the fire. Nate had even driven out to his dad’s to rummage through his attic for him and Desmond’s old sleeping bags. Nate had made such a production of tonight and here Nicholas was sneaking back in. It was going to break Nate’s heart.
The Prince and the Frog (AU)
"Do not worry my dear I shall save you with the most glorious of kisses," Prince Nate said, as the newly transformed princess squirmed within his clasped hands.
"I would much prefer to stay a frog, thank you very much."
Nate and Priya’s Apartment (before kids)
Done with: floorplanner
The members of your ship switch bodies.
What happens? How does each member react?
Delia stares at Priya’s smile and Nate’s grimace as they walk into the Peanut Gallery. It only takes her a moment to realize, “OH MY GOD! YOU TWO FUCKING SWITCHED BODIES!”
"SHUT UP DELIA!" ‘Nate’ yelled back at her, while ‘Priya’ shushed her. Everyone in the establishment couldn’t help but bust out laughing at them.
Third Time’s NOT the Charm
The first time she’d been too young. They’d been too young. He’d just gotten accepted to medical school and she’d been barely half way through her junior year of college. They had no business getting married and Priya had told him so. She would never forget the look of defeat on his face for as long as she lived. He’d stayed on Del and Desmond’s couch that night, then moved back into his dad’s place. Two weeks later he’d knocked on their apartment door and apologized. She’d broken his heart and shattered his dreams and Nate was the one apologizing? Priya didn’t understand it but she didn’t question it. After all she’d missed him. That time she’d known she was right to tell him ‘no.’ The first time that she had no regrets about.
Developing the Picture
Nathan hung his head. Another ear? Why was it always her ears? It wasn’t like it was a bad ear but he probably had about thirty odd pictures of the thing scattered around the darkroom. Nate could probably pick out Priya’s small-unattached earlobes out of a lineup; he’d seen them so many times.
If he were honest with himself, Nate could probably identify every individual feature of Priya’s heart-shaped face. After all, pictures of her lined the clotheslines of his darkroom. Not in a creepy way though! All he wanted was just one picture of his friend’s face but no. Priya would dodge, swerve and once even punched him in the jaw, all to prevent him from taking a picture. It was bloody ridiculous. Did she not realize how much film cost these days?
So that girl with the dreadlocks, the one that tried to kill me a few weeks back for messing with her project? She…kind of wants to murder me again. Apparently when I was cleaning up the art room the other day I dumped out what looked like a bowl full of water for cleaning paintbrushes but was actually a statement on existential nihilism.