"So, do you speak Hindu?"
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
The darker the henna the deeper the love.
This is just so gorgeous. Wow.
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
List your characters in order, from most to least cynical.
Believing that people are motivated by self-interest; distrustful of human sincerity or integrity.
Doubtful as to whether something will happen or is worthwhile.
“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.
"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."
Imagine Person A of your OTP encouraging a terrified Person B to ride a roller coaster with them. Person B has a marvelous time, while Person A ironically ends up holding on to Person B’s hand for dear life.
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.
Priya cannot swim. Nate doesn’t figure this out until Spring Break of her sophomore year of college when he tries to convince her to head to the beach with him. When Nate tries to teach her how to swim, the lifeguard has to ask them to stop because they’re giving him a heart attack. Priya eventually learns after they discover how much Nicholas loves the water.
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.
Trust me: I’m the instigator of underwear, showing up here and there, uh-oh! (Oh, no!)
“Seriously, Priya, don’t you have any cute underwear?” The blonde girl was systematically going through her best friend’s wardrobe and chest of drawers. “I mean, all you’ve got here is white cotton. This is a travesty.”
Priya blushed. “D-Delia! That’s none of your business!”
“Well, if you’re going to get all flustered about it…” Delia rolled her eyes. “Besides, it totally is my biz. I’m your best friend.” Priya snorted, but Del continued on, undeterred. “Cute underwear is a girl’s best friend. It increases confidence, makes you feel pretty, everything! It’s legal mood enhancement! And, most of the time, cheaper than drugs.” She grinned up at the small Indian girl, who was staring back at her skeptically.
“What? Haven’t you ever wondered how I manage to be so fantastically bodacious all the time?” Delia stood up. “Here!”
In a flash, Delia had pulled the hem of her shirt up, giving Priya a full view of her rainbow-striped bra, trimmed with black lace.
The door opened. “Priya, I just got a—“
Priya silently cursed every god she’d ever heard of. “Umm… Hi, Papi…”
“Well,” Delia said, still grinning (though she’d dropped her shirt). “This is awkward.”