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Lemon cosplays as The Corinthian in Canada’s Drag Race Season 1
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Our Song (Lemyanka)
The first part of my Swiftie Writing Project is here!! I've only written this ship once before in a drabble, but I've been wanting to write more of them. Enjoy some cute fluff!
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I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of her car
She's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
Lemon could feel every slight bump in the road as she sat in the passenger seat. Priyanka’s hand-me-down used car was older than both of them combined. The air conditioning was broken and the battery was on the fritz, but it didn’t stop them from impromptu weekend road trips.
The teenagers were just returning from the movie theater, two towns over. The little Ontario town they lived in was more of a glorified village, so they had to travel to do anything fun.
Lemon listened to the radio as they passed the other cars. The windows were down and she felt the summer sun on her hair, making it appear blonder.
She let go of Priyanka’s hand to reach over to the radio dial, slowly turning it to the left. The music went quieter, causing her girlfriend to notice. Priyanka glanced at her for a moment, her head slightly turned.
“Baby, is something wrong?” she asked.
When Priyanka asked her, Lemon realized how stupid she was about to sound. But she was already too deep, so she might as well go for it.
“It’s nothing, I just kinda realized that we don’t have a song,” she said sheepishly.
Priyanka tilted her head in confusion as she changed lanes, “What do you mean? Do we have to have a song?” she pointed out. Her girlfriend had a point, it wasn’t something they needed to have to be in a relationship.
Lemon shrugged and turned the radio volume back up. Some music could maybe give her some inspiration.
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone, and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late, and your mama don't know
Later that night, Lemon couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned in her bed, but sleep wouldn’t come. The blonde gave up on trying to fight for sleep and peeked out her bedroom blinds to the neighbor’s house.
The only window that had a light on was the one at the end of the hallway. She grinned as she soon found her hoodie and Converse shoes in the dark.
Several minutes later, Lemon crossed the quiet street while looking out for any stray cars. Most of everyone in town was back home at this late hour.
She snuck through the rose bushes in front of Priyanka’s window, being careful of the thorns. Priyanka’s house was one of the nicest yards in the neighborhood, and Lemon did not want to ruin that.
Lemon got to the window and reached to carefully tap on the glass. She couldn’t be too loud and wake up the entire house. Piryanka’s parents were serious about getting enough sleep at night.
A pair of eyes peeked through the blinds before they were pulled up. Priyanka recognized Lemon in the light from her bedroom and opened the window.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in a low voice.
“I couldn’t sleep, can you let me in?” the blonde asked.
Priyanka looked towards her bedroom door, and then back to her girlfriend, “Fine, just keep your voice down.”
Lemon would cringe as she would accidentally cause the back screen door to slam early the next morning, but sneaking back into her house was always worth more time with Priyanka.
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song
Lemon spent all day after getting home from school the next week listening to every playlist she had. All through the driving playlist, the homework playlist, and everything that Spotify recommended to her.
No song that felt like it was meant to be their song.
Priyanka wasn’t the one who was into finding what their song was, but that just made Lemon more determined. All their friends had found songs that fit their relationships, but Lemon felt that their song was still out there.
By the end of the week, Lemon was feeling like she was nearly giving up on finding a song. She reached the point of listening to her parent’s old CDs, but that wasn’t helping her search either.
She and Priyanka were going on another small road trip to the only mall in the area, that was over an hour away. She needed her sleep, even if that meant her search was over for the night.
Lemon shut her old laptop without bothering to shut it off. Putting it on the ottoman at the foot of her bed, she drifted off to a dreamless, uninspiring sleep.
I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song
“When is this road work going to be over?” Priyanka sighed as they pulled up to the long line of cars in front of them. The traffic reached a standstill as they were nearing the exit to get off the freeway.
Lemon glanced at the radio that was playing her usual driving playlist. She already listened to these songs all week as she was on a listless search for her and Priyanka’s songs. The blonde was growing bored of these songs that she’d listened to so many times.
With a swoop of her hand, Lemon took her phone off the aux cord. The car turned to sudden silence, with only the sound of the engine keeping them company.
Priyanka looked at her in surprise, “What was that for?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. She glanced between Lemon and the phone that was still in her hand.
Lemon looked at the radio again, “Why don’t we find a radio station to listen to? I’ve been listening to these songs literally all week, it's not even funny.”
“Are you still trying to find our song?” Priyanka asked as she pressed the power button on the radio dial. All they heard was an angry white noise until Priyanka found the search button to find a station.
As the traffic pulled up, Lemon searched through the different stations. She found the top 40, gospel, folk songs, and classic rock. At the higher end of the FM stations, she found a station playing popular songs from the 90’s and 2000’s.
During the rest of the car ride, Lemon sang her heart out with Priyanka by her side. Backstreet Boys, Destiny’s Child, and then to Spice Girls filled the car as they made their way to the mall. As Priyanka found a good parking spot during the middle of a Britney Spears classic, an idea suddenly hit Lemon.
She pulled open the glovebox, searching through the insurance cards and owner’s manual. At the bottom of the papers, she found an old napkin with a Taco Bell logo on it. She found a pen that originally came from a nearby bank off the floor, and clicked it.
“Are you writing a list?” Priyanka asked as she shut off the car.
“No, I’m gonna write our song,” Lemon said as she tested the pen on her hand.
Priyanka rolled her eyes playfully, “Can you write it after we go to the sale at Zara?”
Lemon laughed as she put the napkin and pen on the dusty dashboard. “C’mon, you dork,” she said before they both left the car, holding hands as they walked inside.
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a lemyanka fic for beloved @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney
It's Lemon's birthday party and Priyanka said she'd be here. They even planned it together! What a horrible birthday present: her best-friend-slash-crush not even caring enough to come celebrate her birthday with her. God, why did she even plan a birthday party in the first place?
At least she has the cake, though. Cake makes everything better.
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for the prompts, i've always wanted to see lemyanka + accidental baby acquisition
Lemon had just entered the apartment and nearly turned right back out. But her curiosity got the best of her, at least enough to keep that inside. “Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.”
“What do you want me to do? Run a DNA test and see whose vagina I can shove it back up?” Priyanka asked, bouncing a surprisingly calm infant in her arms.
“Or something!” The blonde huffed. “Okay, let’s go back to the beginning and tell me what happened.”
“Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much–”
Lemon pinched the bridge of her nose. “Skip to the part where the baby ended up in your possession.”
Priyanka didn’t miss a beat. “Someone asked me to hold her at the grocery store and after like, ten minutes, I started looking around for the mom and when I made eye contact, she ran out the door and drove away. Which would explain why she gave me a diaper bag too.”
She looked at her girlfriend in utter disbelief. “It’s a miracle you didn’t get abducted as a child,” she remarked, then added, “we’re taking the baby to the hospital.”
“I don’t think she’s sick.”
Lemon blinked, wondering if she had to officially embrace being morosexual. “Do you know how bad it is when I’m the smart one here? Hospital. Now.”
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05/28/23
Lemyanka day :)))
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hewwo gimme some ship answers with ummm 4 7 18 21
Alright, we’re on shuffle mode with this one.
4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyways?
Pillby!
Kerri always worries about Willows ungodly sleeping schedule, telling her to stop working so much and give her body some much needed rest, but when Willow has inspiration for a project, they need to do it, and they need to do it now. No rest until her vision is realised, or the whole thing went south and they won’t enter their art room for at least a week in frustration. Kerri tries her best to still make sure Willow gets at least some rest, brewing her some lavender tea or sometimes sneaking up on her in the middle of the night, arms wrapping around her tiny waist and mumbling into her eat to please, just come to bed.
7: Which one constantly wears the others clothes?
Lemyanka!
Lemon loves Priyanka‘s closet. All her clothes smell of her and her signature perfume, and they’re so comfortable and warm … And despite constantly complaining that Lemon is the reason she has nothing to wear, Priyanka adores seeing Lemon wear something of hers.
18: Who‘s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?
Halldoll!
To everyone‘s surprise, it’s Jaida! The two of them pine hopelessly after the other for almost two years, Nicky swearing to Jan that the next time she sees her, she’ll definitely ask Jaida out, but always chickening out last minute out of fear of rejection or loosing her friendship with Jaida. It takes a night out with their friends, lots of alcohol, and a very tall , attractive blonde stranger flirting with Nicky for Jaida to finally snap, pulling Nicky away from the stranger and out back into the smoker area, where they finally kiss for the first time, Nicky pressed against the brick wall and Jaida pushing up against her, whispering her true feelings against the French woman’s red lips.
21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?
Sashnetra!
One time when they were out at the bar just to relax, some guy crept up to Sasha, clearly pushing into her private space and disregarding any form of politeness. However, before she even realises what’s happening, Anetra is already by her side, his arm sneaking around her waist and pulling her into his side, giving the stranger a sharp look over her head. As long as Netra is around, no one gets to mess with Sasha, and he makes sure everyone knows that.
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Bittersweet lemonade
Love was a funny thing, or at least that's what Lemon thinks. You meet someone, you click instantly, and then every waking moment your mind is consumed by them. Their laughter. Their sorrows. Their comfort.
Then, as it is at its most intense, it mellows out. The rose tinted glasses fall off and you can see them for who they are, truly, and they can see you. That's when Lemon knew she had royally fucked up.
She should have said something, done something, anything. Instead, she fell deeper in love the longer she spent time with Priyanka. Stupid, really. As stupid as Priyanka's laughter was, that bitch.
At one point, Lemon even thought something could come off it. She was sure she saw the way her friend was looking at her, the casual touches and calls for intimacy. Whenever something was going wrong, she could always count on Priyanka to be there. And of course, when Priyanka rang at 3 am, frantic and lost, Lemon had bolted out of the door, barely getting her shoes on as she ran.
Foolish.
Even moreso that night the two of them had one too many to drink, and Priyanka's lips found hers. They burnt as they excited her, invigorating the embers she had so carefully quenched under the guise of nothing ever happening. She blames herself for taking advantage, and for filling her own brittle heart with hope.
Priyanka didn't talk to her the next day, and that had stung. Nothing she didn't deserve, in the grand scheme of things. You don't just kiss your roommate and expect there to be no consequences for it. Of course there were.
The weeks of coldness between them hadn't been worth the temptations of that night, Lemon ever the fool couldn't deal with it and had to open her mouth to address it. It hurt even worse when Priyanka wouldn't look her in the eyes as she said things weren't working out. Whatever that meant. Lemon didn't dare ask. Should have asked.
A silent agreement had formed that they live their lives together, but separate. Not even a hello in the morning as Lemon made breakfast and Priyanka walked out with sleep in her hair and eyes.
If things had ended there, maybe Lemon would have been okay, but when has life ever been fair to those that have a particular skill in fucking up? Approximately never, so when Priyanka knocked on her door, tears in her eyes ready to mend things back together, Lemon opened up.
As much as it hurt talking again, just as much did it fill her up again. Priyanka was here again, her friend and dearest confidant. They didn't talk about what happened between them, no, that was too personal for their fragile bond. Instead they talked the night away on life's small problems, keeping close like old times when they cried.
Things went back to normal. Time went by, and before Lemon knew it, here they were in their last year of college.
And as with how things went, her latent feelings for Priyanka blasted to the forefront full force at the Full Moon Party.
Like the last time, Priyanka's loud giggles and hands all over her were signs of mistakes to be committed. Should have seen it coming, yet she didn't. Should have said no when Priyanka asked if she could kiss her. Should have left before she asked to be taken home. Most importantly, she shouldn't have let her take her clothes off.
Boundaries, turns out, are hard to regard when your heart is ramming full blast to Boom Clap and whatever else played that night.
Yet. And yet... she stayed. Priyanka even smiled at her in the morning, happy to see her. Told her she was perfect, and how sorry she was for not realising it sooner.
Lemon believed her.
If Lemon had worn rose tinted glasses before, by then she was wearing a whole garden in her eyes. Bright colours, of all varieties, a permanent stain whenever she was with Priyanka.
They never talked about her family either, with Priyanka growing quiet every single time Lemon tried breaching the subject.
Walking through the snow together, hand in hand, Lemon was the happiest she had ever been. The kiss at midnight better than any other year.
Then spring came, with graduation looming over their shoulders. Exams were literal hell, but she always had Priyanka to cheer her up throughout it all.
On the last week of their lease, they made love more often than not, Priyanka being hit by a fervor like no other.
The last time being their last, as they laid together bare to the world. Priyanka held her hand, so tight that Lemon thought she would break it.
That's when she told her.
Priyanka was getting married. To someone that wasn't her.
Lemon didn't say anything.
Lemon didn't ask her to stay as she put on her clothes.
Worst of all.
Lemon let her walk out of her life, permanently. Without trying to stop her.
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just started 2023 and still think about lemons read to Priyanka - ‘the only thing you’re fucking is stupid’
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@littlesunflowersandhoney I saw you were having a meltdown about lemyanka and I have nothing better to do during my bus ride so I wrote this epilogue of Hoy Quizás Sí exclusively for you
“You have got to stop it with the sunflowers,” Lemon complains, though he's smiling, so Priyanka knows he isn't serious.
He leaves the sunflowers on the table, next to the vase full of withered carnations that Lemon had brought just a few weeks ago.
“I will, when you stop bringing home those horrible carnations,” he says, smiling as Lemon wraps his arms around his neck to bring him closer and kiss him.
It's a silly tradition they have; Scarlett had gifted them a beautiful blue vase back when they decided to move in together at Priyanka's Toronto apartment, mostly for the shit and giggles, and now every time the flowers start to wither, they'll either buy white carnations or sunflowers, in an eternal loop.
(During Winter it got hard to find sunflowers, so any yellow flower Priyanka found at the flower shop around the corner would do.)
“You've heard anything from Jan yet?” Priyanka asks, removing the hundred layers of clothing on his body.
“Not yet, I think her flight got delayed,” Lemon answers absent-mindedly. “Heard there was some bad weather in London, that might be it.” He continues to tell him all about Jan's European Tour (turns out Stephanie's Child had become an overnight sensation, and now they were touring Europe—the wonders of the internet!).
Priyanka's only half-listening, much more preoccupied with the little red velvet box hidden inside the bouquet. Scarlett had assured him it wouldn't fall out until Lemon took the sunflowers out, but his hands had been shaking the whole way home, worrying that it would fall off on the street and he'd lose all the money he paid for the ring.
He hears the crinkle of the paper and his heart beats like a drum. Priyanka tries to keep his cool as he turns around to look at Lemon, and he feels his knees buckle when Lemon tales the box in his hands.
“Babe? What's this?” A tinge of anticipation burns on his tongue, and Priyanka encourages him to open it. Lemon sucks in a sharp breath, and when he opens it— “You did not—”
“Marry me,” he says before Lemon's mind can catch up. The velvet box, the ring. “Please?”
There's a beat of silence, until Lemon screeches and jumps straight to his arms.
“Of course I'll marry you, you corny bitch!” Lemon gives him a loud kiss, holding on for dear life to the little red velvet box where a golden ring shaped like a flower rests.
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WIP Wednesday- Lemyanka (Our Song songfic)
Here's a bit of the first installment for my upcoming swiftie writing project! Based off of Our Song from the debut album
I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of her car
She's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
Lemon could feel every slight bump in the road as she sat in the passenger seat. Priyanka’s hand-me-down used car was older than both of them combined. The air conditioning was broken and the battery was finicky, but it didn’t stop them from impromptu weekend road trips.
The teenagers were just returning from the movie theater, two towns over. The little Ontario town they lived in was more of a glorified village, so they had to travel to do anything fun.
Lemon listened to the radio as they passed the other cars. The windows were down and she felt the summer sun on her hair, making it appear blonder.
She let go of Priyanka’s hand for a moment to reach over to the radio dial, slowly turning it to the left. Priyanka glanced at her for a moment, her head slightly turned.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
When Priyanka asked her, Lemon realized how stupid she was about to sound. But she was already too deep, so she might as well go for it.
“It’s nothing, I just kinda realized that we don’t have a song,” she said sheepishly.
Priyanka tilted her head in confusion as she changed lanes, “What do you mean? Do we have to have a song?” she pointed out. Her girlfriend had a point, it wasn��t something they needed to have to be in a relationship.
Lemon shrugged and turned the radio back up. Maybe some music would give her some inspiration.
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Lemyanka + „You‘re such an idiot do you know that?“
“You’re such an idiot, do you know that?” Lemon huffs, her arms crossed in faux-annoyance.
“Yes. Will you pay attention to me now?” Priyanka asks, but she’s already pushing the notebook off of her lap, sprawling across it in it's stead. She looks so proud of herself that Lemon can’t help but smile, shifting her position against the headboard of her bed to run one hand through her hair.
A few minutes pass, a content silence falling between the usually chatty pair. This silence doesn’t last long, however.
“Lemonnnn,” Priyanka starts, a playful grin on her face, “do you love me?”
Lemon pretends to think about it, taking her hand out of Priyanka’s hair to jokingly stroke her chin as she tries to fight down the sudden pang of fear at the words. Does she know?
“Hmmm, I don’t know, Pri, you did just make me stop studying so I could pet your hair.”
“Bitch!” Priyanka laughs, the contagious type that has Lemon laughing along too, “you love me, don’t even deny it.”
Lemon’s hand returns back to tangle into her hair, once again scrambling to find something that a friend would say. Something that sounds platonic. “Sure, Pri, whatever you say,” she snarks, earning her a pout from her longtime crush. She grins in triumph, happy that she once again managed to dodge a question from Priyanka that hits a little too close to home.
Lemon, do you love me? Lemondra, do I look cute? Lem, do you have a crush on someone?
She just wishes she had the courage to answer them with the truth.
#hopefully this sounds like them? this is the first time i've written them i think#but this was fun to write!!!! i'm a sucker for lemyanka <3#sweetestberryofthebunch#lemyanka#prompts!#gi writing? it's more likely than you think
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thank u etc ive never seen this somehow lol
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ok but while i'm being semi active again, has anyone got any smut fic recs bc t did a looooot and now I need some good shit
#not to go into too much detail in the tags but i've read SO much dayasco smut and I fucking l o v e it but I need more?#ok but fr what my brain is craving at 3am is lemyanka#idk why don't question it but is that a thing??? does anyone have cdr smut is this a thing and if not why tf not should I come back just to#write the bratpack fucking like nasty then leave again for a few months#I can't write smut besties#I do not need to see or write the word entrance ever again actually but I would like to read smut about Priyanka fucking lemon silly
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35 with lemyanka for this very rainy day (in here) 🌈
Mar, do you want to kill me with this fluffy intimacy prompt? Because it’s working… i feel you though, it’s a very snowy day for me, and you know, they’re Canadians too, so that’s the route i took. Thank you for requesting though, you know I have a soft spot for them. Also sorry for the angsty route this took, I don’t really know what happened there…
Warning for minor smut mentions!
35: Tummy kisses, butterflies
It was a mistake. They had promised to not do this again, sworn to work on mending their friendship and leave their twisted past behind. Meeting up had been purely practical, Lemon had put Priyanka’s last belongings in one big moving box, trying her best not to look at the framed pictures, the last few shirts she found in her laundry that she used to steal, the mug that was shaped like a dachshund. And Priyanka had driven over in her fiery red car in which’s backseat they had done unspeakable things in several parking lots all over the city. The memory stung like a needle in your fingertips, but Lemon had remained calm and casual as she invited Priyanka inside, if just to go over everything one more time, to be sure that even the last remains of Priyanka were leaving Lemon’s apartment. That’s when the snow had started.
A cup of coffee, a little bit of smalltalk and a lot of longing stares later and it still hadn’t stopped. So Priyanka stayed for dinner as the street outside froze over, the entire world under an icy, thick layer of frost. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise when Priyanka’s car didn’t start and one glance at the time was enough for her to slump back against her seat. No one was going to answer their phone to come jumpstart her now. A short moment of silence followed, Lemon standing next to the car with her phone flashlight on, Priyanka in the drivers seat with her face buried in her hands, elbows against the steering wheel. But they had slept in the same place together uncountable times, what was one more night?
So Priyanka stayed over, changed from her purple blouse and sweater vest into one of her old shirts, the smell of Lemon’s perfume still detectable through the fabric softener. Temperatures continued to drop, the radio gave out a warning before Lemon turned it off, assembling all of her throw pillows and blankets on the couch for Priyanka.
How exactly it happened then, Lemon couldn’t quite remember. But instead of saying goodnight and retreat to separate rooms, they fell between her sheets like the snowflakes outside. From there on, it was impossible to tell memory, dream and reality apart. In the darkness of her room, they relived their past. Priyanka was back on top of her, her bare skin against Lemon’s, soft lips against her own, her neck, her chest, further down… Fingernails dug into the milky skin of her hips, drawing sounds from Lemon that no one else ever had. Lemon’s own hands were buried in Priyankas hair, making quick work of her clip and tossing it carelessly to the ground, letting the full length of raven volume fall free. It was just as soft as she remembered from countless nights of braiding Priyanka’s hair lazily as they watched some dumb TV show. Back when nothing else in the world really mattered, when they had been the center of each others world, all that really mattered. Tears stung in the corners of Lemon’s eyes, and she wasn’t sure if the sounds she let out were more sobs or whines or something else entirely. All she knew was Priyanka was back between her legs, and Lemon had never seen stars quite like this.
As Priyanka made her way back up her body, stopping by her stomach to pepper a whole serenade of gentle, butterfly like kisses around her bellybutton, the realisation hit her. No one had ever made Lemon feel as alive as Priyanka did. No one else ever could.
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