#lemyanka

[lydias-kollins]

cleaning out my gallery and... 😮‍💨

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

the new friend i made through the katseye fandom knows who Lemon and Priyanka are

[tampire]

Lemon cosplays as The Corinthian in Canada’s Drag Race Season 1

[missjanjie]

happy 2025 we are so back

[lulas-moon]

for the drabbles, “Sorry, bad habit.”

im so sorry this is like a million years late 😭, I've been super busy with work and real life so I haven't been able to write or even check tumblr 💔 but here we are !! some lemyanka for the soul :3 -

Wails rang out through Priyanka's apartment, the girl anxiously paced back and forth as she bounced a toddler in her arms.

"Nadiya, please...I'm trying my best here." She sighed as the toddler ignored her request, continuing to cry out. Priyanka was currently babysitting her niece, and it had not been going well. She thought taking care of a one year old would be a lot easier- but she was dead wrong.

Suddenly, she heard the doorbell ring. Nadiya cried louder as she rushed to open the door. Standing there was Lemon, and it suddenly dawned on Priyanka that she had invited her girlfriend over for a movie day, mentally cursing her poor memory.

"Lem, I'm sorry, I-"

Lemon interrupted her as she entered the apartment, scooping Nadiya out of Priyanka's arms. She began to rock the child, shushing her. Miraculously, it worked and Nadiya quieted down. Priyanka quietly closed her front door, confused by what was happening before her.

"Sorry, bad habit. I used to be a babysitter. She's hungry, do you have something for her to eat?"

"I, uh, yeah- hold on." Priyanka stuttered, digging around in the bag her sister had sent. 

The two sat quietly for a moment, watching as Nadiya ate before Priyanka spoke up.

"How did you do that? Are you some sort of baby whisperer?"

Lemon scoffed, "No, of course not. I told you, I used to babysit."

"You? Lemon, you used to babysit?"

"Yes, and I was a damn good one at that. It's not that hard to believe!"

"You hate getting dirty, and kids are like..." she gestured wildly with her hands, "the dirtiest things on the planet!"

Lemon shrugged, "I needed money and people paid well. I'll have you know, I was the most popular sitter in my town. Now, more importantly, why do you have a toddler?"

"She's my niece, I forgot about our movie day so I agreed to babysit. I'm sorry Lem."

Lemon waved her off, "It's fine, we can still have a movie day. Besides, you obviously need help."

"I was handling it!"

Lemon raised her eyebrow at the other girl.

"Okay, maybe I wasn't."

Lemon laughed and Priyanka cracked a smile, Nadiya giggling and waving her hands at the two.

The first movie of the day was a Barbie movie Lemon insisted on watching, saying it was her favorite as a child so Nadiya would like it too. When the toddler began to fall asleep halfway through, Priyanka attempted to pick her up again and take her to the bedroom to lie down. Unfortunately, she began to wail as soon as Priyanka picked her up.

"Oh come on! What did I do now?"

Lemon appeared behind her, stifling a laugh as she held her arms out for the girl. Priyanka handed her over, and Nadiya's sobs immediately ceased.

"You've got to be kidding me. I can't believe my own niece, my own flesh and blood, likes you more than me!"

"Cry about it." Lemon blew her a kiss.

Priyanka playfully scoffed as they returned to the living room, Lemon insisting they continue the Barbie movie. The time flew by fast after that, Nadiya woke up shortly after, and Priyanka and Lemon tried to keep her entertained until her sister arrived. Priyanka had to admit that seeing Lemon interacting with her niece made her heart flutter. Soon, Nadiya had left and it was just the two of them.

"So, do you wanna continue movie night?"

"You owe me dinner first. Babysitting is hard work, and you were no help." Lemon teased.

"Yeah, yeah, thanks for your help," Priyanka kissed her cheek, "what do you want?"

They spent the rest of their movie night eating Thai food and watching old movies from their childhood. Lemon showed Priyanka some of her old ballet photos and she showed Lemon her favorite movie as a kid. While the day may not have originally gone as intended, Priyanka still thinks this may be her favorite date yet.

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

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!

Read on ao3

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.

[utica-lux]

05/28/23

Lemyanka day :)))

[hannahlovesdance07]

“i wasn’t staring at your ass! i mean, i was… but i was trying to be subtle” for lemyanka (it just feels so them <3)

and at last ive finished my first round of prompts (only almost 3 months later lmao). tysm for all the prompts youve sent gi!! you def helped to write outside my comfort zone <333

you are so right about this prompt, it is 100% lemyanka coded for sure!!

also, just for context, lemon is a burlesque performer :)

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Lemon stood in front of the full length mirror of her dressing room, admiring herself and looking over all the details of her costume to make sure they’re perfect in preparation for her approaching call time.

As she assured that everything was set in its correct place, she noticed a very obvious set of eyes through the mirror, and they were focused on a particular asset of hers. 

She smirked as she pivoted to face the person those eyes belonged to, “Hey, my eyes are up here,” She teased.

“Huh? What do you– I wasn’t–” Priyanka stammered, snapping to sit upright with wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights.

“Baby, you were totally just staring at my ass,”

“I wasn’t staring at your ass! I mean, I was… but I was trying to be subtle.”

Lemon couldn’t hold back her laughter, the way that Priyanka thought she was being lowkey was too funny, “Girlie, you and the word ‘subtle’ don’t belong in the same sentence unless the word ‘isn’t’ is inbetween them,”

“Not true! I can be subtle,”

“I’d pay to see that,”

“Shut up!” Priyanka grabbed a plush dog toy that was nearby the chaise lounge she was sitting on and tossed it in Lemon’s direction in retaliation. The toy flew across the room, yet was nowhere near where it was aimed for. The brunette pouted before speaking up again, “Lem, am I really not subtle?”

“Pri, you have the subtlety of a bull in a china shop, my doll,” She watched as Priyanka hung her head in disappointment from her answer. Lemon cupped her chin, lifting it so they’re eyes can meet, “But that’s just one of the many things I love about you,”

The pout quickly faded into a smile after the sentiment. The blonde leaned forward, brushing her scrunched nose against Priyanka’s, hand lingering along the brunette’s jawline as she began walking away. 

She slips on a long satin skirt – the final piece of her costume – and tops it off with a dramatic feather boa that hangs from her arms, and with perfect timing as she is called to stage through the backstage speaker.

“You coming up to watch?” Lemon asked as the brunette held open the door for her. She asks the same question every time she goes to perform despite knowing what the answer will be, because Priyanka’s answer has never strayed from being affirmative.

“Of course,” The brunette responded as expected, “Maybe I can practice my subtlety while I do,” 

Lemon grabbed Priyanka’s outheld hand, squeezing it as she laughs once again, “You are so stupid,”