#priyanka x tynomi

[alittlebitgoofy]

Glass wings chapter 3 (lemonjuice)

this took a hot minute to finish but we here, huge thank you to zyan for putting up with my nonsensical writing at points and having a lot of patience. this is where the lesbianism kicks in, enjoy!

ao3 link 

Lemon shook herself, standing in her human form early in the morning wasn’t something she liked. Her body wasn’t used to this, it begged for more sleep, but she put it down to having only just woken up. Making delivery rounds once a week was a nice routine, but it was the getting up early that was painful. She got paid for selling pixie dust, albeit her own dust, so that was probably the only good part of waking up early. 

Her mind wandered as she grabbed the bottled dust, thoughts lingering on that loneliness that had seeped into her the previous night. It got the better of her sometimes, deep down the knowledge that her loneliness was her fault would eat her up given the chance. It was easier to dismiss, not give the thoughts the room to flourish and hurt, but that was easier said than done. At least today would provide some connection, delivering to people she knew, even if she was only a commodity to help their businesses they treated her well, so she could never truly know their motives. Pixies were looked down upon, that knowledge had been instilled in Lemon from an early age. It was hard hiding your identity when your business is selling pixie dust - though people just thought she had managed to trap the pixie, or that she got it voluntarily. It made Lemon more of an outcast than ever, but she felt it was better than the danger of people knowing who she was. 

Walking in her human form felt unnatural, Lemon wanted nothing more than to fly, shaking off the tiredness and reluctance that she had woken up with, but now wasn’t the time for that. Getting caught out now wasn’t an option, not when Juice was probably around somewhere, thinking she was getting up to some misdeed. 

“Lemon, what are you up to this early?” Juice appeared next to the pixie, smiling slightly at the squeak of surprise she let out. The fairy looked her over, noticing the downcast eyes and posture smaller than normal. Something was wrong. 

Juice wanted to ask her, but something told her there wouldn’t be much of a reply. Instead, she put a supportive hand on her shoulder, Lemon turning to her with a grateful look. 

“I gotta make some deliveries,” Lemon spoke somewhat meekly, her eyes not meeting Juice’s. 

“Well, do you need any help? Maybe some company?” Lemon blinked, was Juice offering this because she wasn’t opposed to being around her? The feelings that they were making progress had been ripped apart by her mind the night before but maybe there was something. She looked at Juice, eye’s hopeful, earning a smile that felt like a side of the fairy that she hadn’t gotten to see. A more human side. 

Maybe, this was her opening up ever so slightly? ---

The walk to their first stop was fairly uneventful, few words were exchanged, but Juice noted the closeness when they walked through the most populated part of the village. Lemon’s eyes were trained on the floor the minute people were in sight. She stared, eyes blank with an emotion Juice couldn’t quite make out. 

Whatever it was, it shifted as they turned on a side street. Her face got lighter, more at ease as they approached a small bakery. Juice knew it to be the one Ilona ran; she went there to get cakes with Kiara every so often, when the younger fairy insisted she needed to get out of her duties and have something nice for once. It became a rare occurence the more things came up, but Juice loved those moments, loved feeling something other than an almost suffocating responsibility.  

“Oh? Hey Lemon. You brought a friend with you today?” The woman behind the counter smiled at the pair, although she seemed to eye up Juice somewhat suspiciously. The fairy shifted nervously, something about those eyes told her that she was already getting judged and all her moves were going to be watched. It was unsettling to say the least.

“Ilona!” Lemon bounced, grinning while walking over to the blue-haired woman. They held a brief exchange that Juice couldn’t make out. Although the way Ilona’s eyes flickered from her to Lemon did nothing to resolve the nervousness she felt building. 

“Not to be rude Lem, but why is she with you? She gives off an ‘I'm better than you’ energy.” Ilona glanced at the cold looking blonde. Her face gave no clue to her emotions and it was unnerving.

“Juice? No, she’s nothing like that! She’s really sweet, just not great with people.” Lemon smiled in response. Ilona guessed from that smile that this Juice woman was to be trusted but the stoicism left her weary. 

“Wait a second, you’re a fairly frequent customer, with Kiara. You never look thrilled to be dragged here.”

Juice froze, she wanted to melt into the ground right there. Ilona’s face was suspicious, looking Juice up and down for something to clue her in on her attitude. Something didn’t add up with the kind girl Lemon spoke of and the cold, aloof air she gave off. “She likes to bring me here, saying I’ve been inside for too long. It’s not because of you, your cakes are always good.” Juice wasn’t really sure how she sounded, but judging by the tentative and soft look Lemon was giving her, her voice was probably giving all her nerves away. A hand squeezed her shoulder lightly, taking the small blonde by surprise. The pixie’s expression was enough to settle the messy feelings down.

 “Well, if Lem likes you, I can’t judge you too hard.” Ilona swatted a hand in a gesture of trying to move the subject, though her eyes still carried a scrutinising gaze. It wasn’t hard to notice the other girl’s unease, and it was easier not to get too into it.

Lemon nodded in acknowledgement before handing Ilona a bottle of pixie dust, her grin growing when handed a bag of coins. 

“Lem, don’t forget your tip!” Ilona smirked at the hyper girl, handing her a piece of cake before glancing back to Juice and handing her a second. “One for your friend too.” 

“It’s so sparkly, how did you—?” Juice questions softly voice, her voice trailing out of a strong anxiety still present. Staring at the cake. It was normal looking, apart from the way it gleamed yellow in the light.  

“Oh, that’s why Lemon makes weekly deliveries. Turns out, putting a bit of pixie dust into a cake makes it sweeter, also gives it more energy.”

Juice nodded, trying it when Lemon urged her to. She thought the pure glee on the pixies face was just her being dramatic, but the cake proved her wrong. It felt like something in it was flowing through her, flushing the lingering anxiety away and filling her with a feeling that she could only associate with Lemon.

The pixie herself felt something shoot through her at watching Juice enjoy the cake. She knew of the effects, making the person who ate it feel happier and  somewhat better overall. Watching it hit Juice was entertaining, her body loosening it’s stoic stance to a more comfortable one, her attention directed at Lemon with a small smile. 

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“Are you following me for the other delivery I have to make? I think Pri’s a little easier to deal with than Ilona, she likes everyone, so you’ll be fine,” Lemon spoke as they walked, the twinge of concern in her tone making Juice feel something she couldn’t quite name, nor did she know if she wanted to. 

Despite being intimidated by Ilona, she held out hope that maybe the other person would be easier to deal with. There was also the part of her that screamed in protest at leaving Lemon’s side. Was it because of her job to keep an eye on the pixie? It was something to think about later.

“Yeah, I can’t trust you on your own, can I? You’d end up in some type of danger.” Lemon laughed at the response, something about that brought that feeling back but Juice pushed it to the back of her mind to deal with later. 

Entering the shop, they sawee a brunette struggling with many small bottles of various things off a shelf. She suddenly turned towards the door, dropping something with a loud clang that made Juice flinch. “Lemon! Ah, my favourite delivery girl, also the only delivery girl I know, come to think of it. You’re here just in time, I just ran out of pixie dust for the potions I need to make today.” The brunette grinned when Lemon and Juice entered, she gave off an air of being easy to get along with, and suddenly Juice began to understand it.

“Hey Pri!” Lemon beamed, the familiarity the pair clearly had was lost on the small blonde behind them. Juice watched, unsure of how to react.

“What’s my name?” “Priyanka!” The pair laughed between themselves, before Lemon noticed her the fairy looking bewildered, as did Priyanka. 

“Oh, Lem has a friend! You good? She isn’t tiring you out is she? She does that, but we love her anyway.” 

Despite wanting to respond, Juice found herself frozen. She laughed, the girl in front of her was funny but the idea of speaking was slowly fading the more she stood there. “This is Juice, she’s really sweet, but girl cannot talk to people.” Next to her, the energetic girl bounced, poking her friend teasingly during the introduction, feeling even more bubbly when she got a small smile in response.

They would have continued, pushing past the awkward introduction to some socialising before Priyanka remembered why they were there in the first place. But someone appeared from the back room, sending Juice into shock when she realised it was one of the higher up fairies from the council, Tynomi. What was she doing here?

“Pri, are you talking to yourself? What’s taking you so long?” She glanced at Priyanka, smiling slightly at the rushed look on her face, and the way she had clearly grabbed too many bottles but refused to admit it. That was when she turned to the side, noting a somewhat familiar looking girl with bright yellow hair and—

Why was Juice there?

“Tynomi? What are you doing here?” Juice blinked, seemingly reluctant to speak up but knowing she needed to, this situation would be too much to deal with if she fell too silent. “I could ask you the same question, aren’t you supposed to be on duty right now?” Tynomi eyed her up, suspicious as the other girl looked somewhat avoidant. She kept her gaze focused, eyes glancing down due to the difference in height. 

“I am, my duty right now includes being with this weirdo.” Juice poked Lemon in the shoulder lightly, leading to the pixie letting out a smirk, lightly shoving her in response.

Tynomi watched them, amazed to see the typically cold and unsociable leader so comfortable around another person. That was something to keep an eye on. 

“Ty! I’ve mentioned Lemon to you before, this is her and her friend Juice, do you two know each other?” Tynomi smiled in greeting, shaking off the mention of her knowing Juice with a small shrug. Juice herself just stared blankly, not knowing how to respond. 

“You could say that, she’s the quiet young fairy leader I was telling you about a few days ago.” She whispered the last part so only the brunette could hear before nodding at Juice. Unknowingly, the pair exchanged very similar information, only telling of a council member, not the current leader of the fairies. 

“I got your pixie dust, here you go, Pri.” Noticing the tension, Lemon switched the topic, exchanging the bottle with a grin.

“Thank you! I have a few potion orders to sort through, so I can’t chat for long, but thank you for coming today. Nice to meet you, Juice!” The brunette bid the pair goodbye, Tynomi following her wordlessly. 

“She’s nice.” Juice stood, somewhat dumbfounded at the whole interaction.

“Told you she was easy to talk to.”  Lemon was just as confused, but equally amused. The shock on Juice’s face at seeing Tynomi was amusing, but the tension left in the air made both of them want to leave as soon as possible. 

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“Where are you going?” For what had to have been the fourth or fifth time, the fairy questioned, barely able to keep up with the energetic pixie, flying at a speed no one that small should be capable of. 

“A cool place! We’re almost there.” Lemon felt a desire to bring her new friend to her favourite place, not quite knowing why but deciding to follow her instinct. Hearing the soft complaints and questions every so often was far too amusing to pass up. “Look!” 

Lemon gestured to the scenery in front of them, seemingly untouched by anyone. It took a minute for Juice to fully take it in, watching the pixie turn into her human form, sitting beneath a tree, sheltering herself from the early afternoon sun. Her eyes shined in awe, staring up at the tree tops surrounding them before her eyes cast  downward to a small river. Uncharacteristically calm, but Juice sensed this was something she was privileged to see. 

“It’s beautiful around here,” she spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the blissful gazing of her companion. She got a nod in response, before the pixie turned to her and patted the grass next to her, staring expectantly.

Sat under a tree, in a quiet but comforting company wasn’t how Juice thought she was going to spend the day, but it was a rare moment of calmness that she knew to savour. They became rarer the more she focused on responsibilities, providing duties to the fairies. Her mind ran off, thinking of the things she had to do before the slight craving for a simpler life hit. One like Lemon, unaware of much other than her own existence, just trying to have fun and keep herself entertained. 

“You just wanted something, anything to yourself, I'm sorry I came off so strongly when we first met. You’re a really nice person, Lemon.” Juice could see the surprise and light disbelief in Lemon’s face. 

“I mean, it wasn’t just that. Part of me was thrilled for the attention, negative or positive, it was something. Living alone gets lonely, and I've never really had any family. There was one person, but—” Lemon’s voice trailed off, she wasn’t ready to reveal everything about herself. Tears pricked at her eyes just thinking about it all; she wanted nothing more than to forget half of the things she’d done, but they’d sit and haunt her like an old ghost, showing their faces when least expected. 

“I get the feeling, being alone. It’s hard, people terrify me. You’re easy to deal with, and it’s partly my job to see you a lot right now, you’re an exception, Lem. Leading is hard, you don’t get a lot of free time, the limited time I have to see my friends, or even make some, it's too hard so it left me alone.” Juice turned to Lemon, her expression a mirror of the warmth and kindness in Lemon’s eyes. They sat, quiet, taking in what the other said and only exchanging a few words. A comfortable silence enveloped the area, neither girl wanting to interrupt it or the feeling of connection that was starting to form between them.

“Juice, if you ever do feel really alone and need someone, I’ll be here for you. I like you.” Lemon’s energy shifted, her eyes brightened at the revelation of them finally connecting. Her words were soft, but clearly earnest. Something told Juice that this was something to remember, the kind of thing she’d think about in the dark moments when she felt like no one was there, the moments where her feelings were suffocating.

“Same for you, Lemon. I’ll happily keep you company any time I can.” Watching her face grow even happier, smile winding into a grin and her eyes crinkling it happiness, Juice felt an unfamiliar rush. Something flowed through her and she finally felt at peace. Something was changing, she was okay with that. She had hope, an optimistic thought that Lemon was there to stay, she would do everything to see her as happy as in that moment. 

[zwritestuff]

I see requests are open icon so 💕👄💕 please give me tyanka (tynomi x priyanka) content I’m BEGGING YOU idc what genre but like,,, angsty,,, 👺

I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG DFJDSJL. here you go babe, i went with hanahaki because,,,, what’s more angsty than that? hope you like it!

TW - blood (it’s hanahaki, obviously.)

***

Priyanka has known of the flower disease her whole life - of course she does, it’s the most common cause of death nowadays, and many of her family and friends had it at some point in their lives. Thankfully, she never lost anyone to it. She’s part of the lucky ones.

So when she starts to cough up flowers some days after settling in her college dorm and introducing herself to her roommate, it shocks her to her core. Tynomi is pretty, mostly easy going and a little quiet. She’s a good roommate, but it seems that her heart has decided she won’t be just a roommate.

It’s annoying, especially considering she has classes, labs and things to do. It makes her cheeks flush in embarrassment and frustration to take over her when, out of the blue, pink petals slip out of her mouth in between blood and spit. She tells everyone that she’s sick, that she gets coughs very often because she’s a long time smoker (she’s not) and her lungs are all covered in smoke. 

She manages to keep it from Tynomi, and she has no idea how. The hydrangeas in her lungs grow with each day, stronger, tighter, gripping her heart and reminding her each and every day that there’s a reason they’re inside her - that she’s falling slowly, gradually and inevitably with Tynomi, but Tynomi isn’t.

It stings. It really does.

Priyanka grows more and more annoyed at her friends who have partners. While she used to not mind at all the absolutely disgusting PDA from Lena and Julia, and would just roll her eyes when Kyne and Kiara got handsy, telling them to get a room before going on with the conversation. But now, she can’t even stand when they get in lovey-dovey mode while she chokes in unsaid feelings and pink hydrangeas.

It’s Kyne that pulls her aside one night while they’re at the bar, asking her to come keep her company outside while she smokes. Before Priyanka can ask if she doesn’t prefer Kiara to keep her company, Kyne tugs her outside, almost forcefully, and when after a few moments there are no cigarettes or lighters in sight, Priyanka knows something’s up.

“You’ve been acting weird,” she says, going straight to the point. Priyanka’s hands start to sweat.

There’s a back and forth of no i haven’t, yes you’ve had for a couple moments, until Priyanka feels a petal tickling at the back of her throat.

Fuck it. Telling Kyne might actually be helpful; she knows for a fact Kyne had the flower disease before she dated Kiara. There could be a way out for Priyanka that didn’t involve surgery to remove the flowers.

So she tells her everything. How Tynomi smells like the pink hydrangeas that her Naniji used to cultivate in her garden, how her laughs is like music to her ears, how when she hugs her and wraps her arms tight around her, she can feel the hydrangeas squeezing her lungs and heart, a grim reminder that her feelings aren’t reciprocated.

Kyne just listens, giving her hands one, two, three squeezes every time Priyanka looks like she’s on the verge of tears and gasping for air. 

“How did you do it?” Priyanka asks, Kyne furrows her brow, tilting her head a little. “How did you get Kiara to like you back?”

A goofy smile creeps on Kyne’s face, full of love for her girlfriend. Priyanka is just the tiniest bit jealous.

“Well, you know I’ve always been upfront about things. And when things weren’t looking good for me, I just decided to tell her about my feelings. We worked it out together, and look at us now!” Kyne’s gives her hands another squeeze before continuing, and Priyanka knows what comes next, but she doesn’t want to hear it - or rather, doesn’t want to accept it. “You just have to be honest with her, yeah? It’s still early, you can make it work.”

Priyanka nods weakly, promising she’ll do so. They go back to the bar, where a very tipsy Kiara latches onto Kyne almost right away, leaving her lipstick along her jawline.

Kyne’s words replay in her head throughout the night. She tells herself she’ll do this, that she’s capable of telling Tynomi her feelings. Or so she hopes.

***

Priyanka stumbles into her dorm just a little drunk, fumbling with the keys. She unlocks the door, but before she can push it open she hears a frantic cough coming from the inside. She freezes, wondering if she should open the door and face the situation. 

A petal tickles the back of her throat, so she decides that fuck it, it’s now or never. 

She’s met with the sight of Tynomi in her pyjamas kneeling next to the trash can, staring at the wall. Priyanka sees blood and spit mixed in her chin, and takes a heavy breath as she kneels next to her.

“Ty? Are you okay, honey?” She asks softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. Tynomi blinks repeatedly, shuddering a little.

“I thought it’d never happen to me,” she says vaguely, barely holding back tears. Priyanka steals a quick glance at the trash can. Blue tulips.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Tynomi shakes her head no. “I rather not speak about him.”

Priyanka feels the pink hydrangeas tug with such tight grip that she feels breathless, and she’s not sure this is how biology works, but she’s pretty sure that the only reason her heart hasn’t shattered in a million pieces is because the hydrangeas are holding it together.

[foxynali]

ʚ stan list ɞ

K-POP:

boy groups:

(ult) exo. biases: xiumin, kai, chanyeol, d.o, baekhyun.

txt. bias: beomgyu.

riize. bias: sungchan.

shinee. bias: onew.

seventeen. biases: hoshi, dino, jeonghan.

support list: nu'est, ateez, infinite, teen top, mblaq, nct, boysnextdoor, tws, enhypen.

girl groups:

(ult) snsd. bias: tiffany.

(ult) twice. biases: nayeon, momo.

stayc. biases: isa, yoon.

everglow. biases: yiren, aisha.

blackpink. biases: ot4.

aespa. bias: giselle, ningning

support list: apink, f(x), sunmi, suhyun (akmu), dreamcatcher, oh my girl, (g)-idle, momoland, girl's day, jeon somi, mamamoo, ailee, yena, le sserafim, ive, babymonster, illit.

DRAG: 

i have not watched: down under, canada s2/3/4, all stars 8, thailand, uk s3/4/5, holland, españa s2/3, italia, france s2. philippines, belgique, sverige, mexico, germany (help).

usa:  tatianna, jujubee, kylie sonique love, raja, manila, jinkx monsoon, detox, bendelacreme, miss fame, katya, trixie mattel, bob the drag queen, kim chi, shea coulée, aquaria, yuhua hamasaki, blair st. clair, monet x change, asia o'hara, mo heart, vanessa vanjie mateo, plastique tiara, ra'jah o'hara, scarlet envy, jaida essence hall, gigi goode, jackie cox, nicky doll, heidi n closet, symone, denali, gottmik, bosco, daya betty, willow pill, marcia marcia marcia, sasha colby, luxx noir london, nymphia wind, plane jane, sapphira crystal, mirage amuro, morphine love dion, xunami muse, dawn.

canada: priyanka, kiara, lemon, boa, juice boxx, tynomi banks.

uk: blu hydrangea, baga chipz, divina de campo, cheryl hole, bimini bon boulash, tayce, tia kofi, lawrence chaney, ellie diamond, victoria scone.

españa: carmen farala, killer queen, sagittaria, arantxa castilla la mancha, hugáceo crujiente.

france: soa de muse, kam hugh, la grande dame.

DRAG SHIPS: 

favorites: trixie/katya (trixya), nymphia wind/plane jane (planymphia), jasmine kennedy/daya betty (jasya), lemon/priyanka (lemyanka), marcia/sasha colby, carmen farala/sagittaria, kam hugh/la grande dame, gigi goode/nicky doll (goodedoll), gigi goode/jaida essence hall (goodessence).

like: lemon/juice boxx (lemonjuice), naomi/kim chi (naochi), bendelacreme/jinkx monsoon (jela/jinkx & dela), bendelacreme/trixie mattel. jackie cox/jan sport (jankie), jaida essence hall/nicky doll (halldoll), raja gemini/manila luzon (rajila),  scarlet envy/yvie oddly (scyvie), sasha velour/shea coulée (sashea), arantxa/hugaceo (aranceo).

i sometimes read: brooke/vanjie (branjie), blu/cheryl (hole hydrangea), tayce/bimini, s6 ships, s14 ships.

[missjanjie]

6, 10 and 12 please with priyanka x tynomi if you can or Jackie x Jan!

i kinda felt more comfortable with jankie for this one bcs i feel like i need a solid grasp on a ship for smut yfm?

6. “You’re completely wrong, but I appreciate your enthusiasm.” / 10. Stripper/Porn Star AU / 12. PWP

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Owning the club had always been something Jackie took pride in. She provided an environment where she could employ women in a field they could easily be taken advantage of in and keep them safe. She prided herself on being a savvy business woman, as well as maintaining a good relationship with all of the dancers, as well as the other employees.

Then one of Jackie’s biggest fears came true - she got a crush on one of the dancers. Maybe it was even more than a crush - either way, there was an awful lot of sexual tension. “I’m in over my head,” she admitted. “I have to hide in my office whenever she performs, I don’t know how much longer I can take it.”

“Then just tell her,” Jaida, her general manager, told her as if it were obvious. “Worst thing she can say is no, right?”

“You’re completely wrong, but I appreciate your enthusiasm.” Jackie retorted. “I’m her boss, it’s unethical.”

Jaida rolled her eyes as she cleaned the set of glasses in front of her. “What if she came on to you? Does it count if she initiates?”

Jackie chewed her lip and shrugged. “I guess not.”

“Good to know.”

It was near closing time, Jackie was just finishing up some paperwork while most of the employees had left for the night. That was why she was caught off guard when she heard a knock on the door. “Come in.”

Jan let herself in and waited for Jackie to look up. She was still in her work clothes (‘clothes’ being used loosely as it was just lingerie), and smirked when she finally made eye contact. “You’re not too busy, are you?”

Jackie swallowed thickly. As much as she’d trained herself not to stare, Jan just never made it easy on her. “Of course not, what’s up?”

Instead of answering, Jan moved to straddle Jackie’s lap and draped her arms around her neck. “I’ve just been thinking…” Her voice trailed off as she walked her fingers up her chest. “This little flirtation we’ve had going on has been cute, but I think it’s about time we skip the formalities. You want me, I want you, let’s do something about it.”

Jackie’s mouth hung open in shock. Sure, Jan was right, but she didn’t expect her to be so blunt. She couldn’t remember how to talk for the life of her, so she just nodded and kissed her deeply.

Jan let one hand tangle through Jackie’s hair while the other inched up her skirt. After spending her nights dancing for mostly men, it was such a needed change of pace to have a woman’s body underneath her, and her eagerness showed.

And despite how flustered Jackie had been, she smirked when she realized it. “Didn’t realize how bad you wanted this,” she teased, resting her hands on Jan’s barely-covered ass. “This what you think about while you’re on stage? I know I’ve been.”

“Can you blame me?” Jan cooed, hiking Jackie’s skirt all the way up to her waist. “You’re always sitting back here, looking all pretty…”

“And that’s coming from you,” Jackie retorted, beating Jan at her own game by slipping her hand into the dancer’s panties and teasingly rubbing her clit. “You’re all wet, you must’ve really been thinking about this.”  

Jan moaned softly. “You fucking bet I have,” she purred, then let out a louder, higher-pitched moan when Jackie eased two fingers into her.

Jackie kissed along Jan’s neck. “Show me, then,” she tapped her ass lightly, encouraging her to ride her fingers, and smirked to herself when Jan obliged without hesitation.

“Fuck, fuck…” She panted softly, tightening the grip she had in Jackie’s hair. It was intense and all at once, she would’ve been embarrassed by how fast she came if she hadn’t realized that Jackie was close without even being touched. She was still riding out her orgasm when she unceremoniously pushed her hand down Jackie’s panties and worked on returning the favor.

The sudden contact made Jackie buck up, almost enough to make Jan lose her balance if she didn’t have a hold on her. She readily let Jan get her off as well, leaving them both panting heavily as they rest against each other.

After a few moments of post-coital bliss, Jackie looked at Jan. “So, I take it you talked to Jaida?”

[drageverywhere]

The jacket B has on is a Moschino x Hudson Bay biker, same as Priyanka and Tynomi has and it was gifted I guess to most CDR gals.

The jacket B is wearing looks like the Moschino one that was sent out on PR packages. I think Priyanka got one too.

Right that’s what it was so familiar to me. So now can we’ve a photoshoot with B&V rocking Moschino's outfits? 🤲

[alittlebitgoofy]

being gay in ikea (prinomi)

i don’t know why, i wrote this in like an hour at 1am and it’s unedited but i wanted to post some small fluff bc i like this ship a lot and haven’t write it before

ao3 link

Tynomi sighed, maybe letting Priyanka take the lead in furniture shopping was a bad idea. Her girlfriend was dragging her from aisle to aisle, getting distracted by anything particularly shiny before Tynomi calmly told her it wasn’t in their budget. The third time this happened, she started contemplating what had led her here. Getting dragged around an Ikea by her far too energetic girlfriend.

“Ty, look!” Priyanka bounced, grinning with a gleam in her eyes that made Tynomi melt inside. She was gesturing to a particularly sparkly, glittery silver rug. It was clear the moment she saw her bright, ecstatic expression on Priyanka’s face that there was no swaying her away from that rug.

“It’s nice, but are you sure you want that one specifically?” Trying to stay neutral, Tynomi almost gave in when the only response she received was a pout.

“Well, what other rugs are there?”

Tynomi glanced around the display, noting that none of them were as appealing as the one Priyanka had picked out. But when she started it wouldn’t stop for a little while. Tynomi knew she’d be roped into buying matching cushions and a blanket, being told how good they looked together when all she cared for was the functionality.

“What about that one?” She gestured vaguely, fingers pointing to something that made Priyanka assess her girlfriend’s taste level.

“No. Ty, that’s the most heterosexual, white person rug I think I’ve ever seen.” Priyanka’s eyes were locked onto a white, fluffy, irregularly shaped rug. It was asymmetrical in the worst way possible and looked like something from a shitty, far too expensive hotel that wanted to look better than it was. “I love you, but you have no taste when it comes to interior decorating.” Priyanka laughed, diffusing any annoyance Tynomi would have felt into a soft fondness for her overall excitement regarding a single rug.

“If it was up to you, everything would be gold and sparkly though. I can’t deal with sparkly wallpaper, Pri. There’s a line and having everything all glittery is it.” It was hard to hold back a laugh as Priyanka scowled, dramatically turning to the side, avoiding Tynomi’s eyes with a huff.

“And that’s why Juice is dealing with the paint, you know she’s got a weird interest in colour matching. We were told silver would work with everything else so why not get this one?” Priyanka continued her dramatic tone, acting as if this rug was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

“I’m not winning, am I?” Tynomi sighed, she knew it was a losing battle but the look on Priyanka’s face, adorably excited over something so small, made it worth it.

Going to pay for everything was another ordeal, the number of sparkly things made the cashier look at the pair, amused. It must have been funny to see an excited girl and her girlfriend who looked to not be too fussed over anything. Coming out with a lot of stuff to put in the car, Priyanka paused, turning to Tynomi with a thoughtful look.

“We’re moving in together. I’m really happy to be doing this with you.” Priyanka paused, thoughtful look turning tender and loving while holding eye contact with her girlfriend. “I’m so lucky, I love you, ‘nomi.”

Tynomi couldn’t hold back the soft, goofy smile that grew on her face. Her arms reached around Priyanka, pulling her into a hug before they parted and she tilted her face up ever so slightly, their lips meeting in a soft, loving kiss that reminded Tynomi how worth it this all was.

[artificialqueens]

Plucking Daisies (Lemyanka, Kyara) - Mar

A/N: Day 4 of the May Trope Mayhem is 'Idiots to lovers' aka my favorite dynamic. It screams 'Lemyanka'. @duckprintspress

Summary: Kiara is sure Lemon and Priyanka are dating, while Kyne is sure they are not. They investigate.

Tags: may trope mayhem, rpdr fanfiction, drcan, can1, kiara x kyne, lemon x priyanka, kiara, kyne, lemon, priyanka, lesbian au, drabble, idiots to lovers, mar

“Say, if someone were to ask Lemon out for, oh I don’t know. A movie this Friday,” Rita said as she set her lunch tray next to Kiara’s on the hard cement block their school called a yard table. “What do you think the response would be in that hypothetical case?”

Kiara smiled.

“Asking for a friend?”

“Of sorts.”

“Well, hate to be the bearer of bad news, but tell your friend that Lemon is taken. She’s dating Priyanka.”

“No she’s not,” Kyne piped up from the other side of the table, finally interested in the conversation.

“Uh, yeah she is. They’re super official, they’ve met each other’s parents and everything.”

“We’ve all met each other’s parents, stupid, we have sleepovers every month.”

“There’s another good point! Lemon and Pri have sleepovers basically every week.”

“Just ‘cause they’re best friends, like you and I.”

Kiara frowned and opened her mouth to reply, but Rita got there first.

“So am I– my friend, is my friend a lost cause?”

“Yes–” “No–” replied the other two at the same time.

“Kyne, you wouldn’t know chemistry if it hit you upside the head.”

“First of all, I’m in AP chemistry.” Kiara rolled her eyes and hid a smile. Half the time, she didn’t know if Kyne was being obtuse of the funniest person on Earth. “Second of all, you’re seeing things. Those two are basically sisters, all they do is quarrel.”

“Um, ever heard of a lover’s quarrel?”

“But not in a sexy way, more in a ‘I’m two seconds away from murdering you’ way.”

“Enemies to lovers, baby, that’s the way to go.”

“We shouldn’t have watched 10 things I hate about you. It melted your brain.”

They kept on arguing, Rita sulking next to them, until she shushed them both as the objects of their conversation joined the table.

Lemon plopped her tray on Kiara’s other side and sat down huffing.

"They're out of marble muffins."

She glared across the table, where Priyanka was sitting down with the biggest grin.

“Look at this gorgeous, gorgeous muffin, I was lucky enough to get the last one.” She twirled it in her hands. “Don’t know about you, but my lunch would feel so incomplete withou— ow!”

Priyanka bent down to clutch her shin. Opposite, Lemon smiled and started eating, the picture of innocence. “Okay, I deserved that.”

During the whole exchange, Kyne stared pointedly at Kiara, barely hiding her smirk.

Point for Kyne.

Kiara chose the high road and ignored her, though she kept a close eye on her friends, because she’d be damned if she just let Kyne win like that. Therefore, when lunch was almost over and Priyanka slid half the muffin to Lemon, who couldn’t hide her smile, Kiara saw it all. She smirked right back at Kyne.

Point for Kiara.

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“You have to give me that point.”

“What are we talking about, now?”

“You don’t see that?” Kiara whispered and nodded at the love seat in Priyanka’s living room. Their group had gathered for a movie night, but Lemon and Priyanka seemed to have other plans. They had been whispering in their crowded loveseat for the past half hour, tangled together and with no thought to spare for the movie in the background.

“So? There’s no room for all of us, we’re all sharing.”

Kyne was right, unfortunately. Jimbo, Scarlett and Illona kept pushing each other on the sofa, Juice and Tynomi had layered pillows and blankets on the floor to make a nest, and Kyne had claimed the small couch for herself and Kiara and refused to let anyone else on it.

Kiara was about to concede, but then Lemon, Miss Don’t Ever Touch Me, yawned and curled up on Priyanka’s chest, smiling when Priyanka started playing with her hair.

Kiara put her lips to Kyne’s ear.

“Point for me.”

Satisfied, Kiara cozied up to Kyne’s side, intent on stealing her body heat.

The peace lasted for all of four minutes.

“Ow!” Lemon complained from the floor as she glared up the love seat, where Priyanka was dissolving in giggles. “Why did you push me?”

Lemon grabbed Priyanka’s wrist and tried to pull her to the floor, but Priyanka started kicking and the two of them proceeded to wrestle like children, the rest of their group throwing popcorn and pillows at them.

Happy to see her two friends once again behaving like sisters, Kyne whispered to Kiara:

“Point for me.”

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“It’s definitive proof.”

“You and I have different definitions of ‘definitive’.”

“How is stealing someone’s hoodie anything other than romantic?”

Kyne rubbed the sleeve end of what was now her favorite shirt, which she had borrowed from Kiara some months ago. To distract from the flush she felt climbing up her cheeks, she argued.

“Do you have their wardrobes memorized? We don’t even know if it’s Priyanka’s hoodie.”

“Since when does Lemon dress like a skater? It looks huge on her.”

They stared at the counter where Lemon was ordering coffee for her and Priyanka, who was in the bathroom. With both drinks in hand, Lemon joined their table and raised an eyebrow at the weird silence.

“What?”

“Nothing. Nice hoodie,” Kiara said.

“Oh, thanks. It’s Priyanka’s.”  Lemon looked down at the hoodie and missed the way Kiara elbowed Kyne. “I needed to borrow it because I slept at her house.” Kiara grinned. “I used to have a whole drawer of clothes in her room—”

Kiara was near bursting with squeals.

“—but the idiot thought it’d be funny to pour glitter inside, so I had nothing to wear.”

Kiara deflated, Kyne straightened up.

“Oh, my God,” Kiara complained, but Lemon misinterpreted it.

“It’s okay, she apologized so much and she ran the whole drawer through the laundry. Plus, she was so sorry she got me this necklace,” Lemon smiled as she fished it from under her hoodie, a delicate chain with a cursive ‘L’ in gold.

Kyne slammed her palm on the table, Kiara threw up her hands, and Lemon stared at them in shock.

“I can’t take this anymore!” said Kiara.

“Are you two dating or not?”

“What? No!” Lemon spluttered, looking around to make sure Priyanka wasn’t around.

Kyne and Kiara looked at each other, then at the blush on Lemon’s face.

“Ohh,” they said in unison.

“You’re not dating—”

“—but you want to be. Right?”

“Fine, yes, but shut up. She can’t know.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause she’ll get weird! Imagine your best friend has a crush on you, and you don’t like her back. Sleepovers? Done. Sharing secrets? Over. I can’t lose that.”

Kiara patted Lemon’s hand in pity, but Kyne was more direct.

“If you think Priyanka’s not completely in love with you, then you’re an idiot. Which works, because she is also an idiot.”

“Aw, they’re perfect for each other,” said Kiara, making a heart shape with her hands. Lemon swatted it out of the air when she saw Priyanka heading for their table.

“What’s up?” said Priyanka as she dropped next to Lemon and grabbed her drink, slurping loudly through the straw. Both Kiara and Kyne wrinkled their noses, but Lemon was inmune and looked at Priyanka with just pure nauseating love. How Priyanka hadn’t noticed was a mystery.

“Nothing. We were actually on our way,” said Kiara, taking Kyne’s hand as she stood up. To her credit, Kyne followed smoothly.

“We offered to help Kiara’s mom with her spring cleaning.”

“And we needed the energy.” Kiara shook her drink.

Lemon and Priyanka shared a look, and smiled.

“Alright,” Priyanka said slyly.

“Have fun playing house— I mean, cleaning the house,” said Lemon.

Priyanka snorted.

Kyne narrowed her eyes at them, but Kiara pulled her towards the door before she could start anything.

They were halfway to the door when Kiara, casual as anything, turned around and said:

“Oh, by the way, Pri?”

Kiara saw the panic in Lemon’s eyes, and gave her a saccharine smile.

“Lemon wants to date you.”

Kiara barely caught the growing grin on Priyanka’s face before Kyne dragged her out of the coffee shop, both girls laughing as they ran away.

“That was cold, Kiki. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Oh, please, I did them a favor. Did you see Priyanka’s face? I’m freaking Cupid, bitch.”

“You were also wrong. They were not dating.”

“But they wanted to be. Doesn’t that count for something?”

“Those were not the terms we discussed.”

“Ugh, fine. You win.”

Kiara did a little flourish with her coffee cup and Kyne princess-waved to an invisible audience.

“You should have trusted my intuition,” said Kyne.

“Can you blame me for being skeptical of it? It took you forever to realize that I liked you back. I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t know that we are dating,” Kiara laughed and Kyne stared.

A beat.

“We are what?”

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Are you doing prompts?? 32F with Lemyanka please?! With all the angst you can manage!

Lemyanka anon here, sorry I forgot!! Can you do 5 times they nearly revealed their feelings to each other but didn’t? X

jesus this got long. i tweaked the dialogue prompt, hope you don’t mind. i’m sorry for the delay!

32. “But do they fuck you like I did?” / F.  N Things (ex: ‘5 times x did y’)

1.

Admittedly, Lemon’s best ideas come to her while she’s drunk - Priyanka, however, is the only exception. 

It was meant to just be a casual thing; they were just friends with benefits and no strings attached. They hung out with the rest of their friendship group with normality, sometimes they went home together and other times they left from the bar with a new stranger. 

Everything was good and emotions were under control, until Lemon realized the tug in her heart whenever Priyanka flirted with other girls.

She texted her one day asking if she wanted to hang out once she was done with her lectures, having decided to tell her about her feelings, and that they should stop sleeping around before Lemon is in it too deep - but Priyanka said she had something lined up already and couldn’t cancel. Lemon brushed it off, saying it was okay and wishing her to have fun, thinking she’d have her opportunity soon.

2.

Priyanka drops the bomb that she’s seeing someone while they’re studying with Rita and Starzy. Lemon’s heart stops for a second, paralyzes mid-movement as she searches for Priyanka’s gaze. She doesn’t seem concerned or awkward at all, and it only adds to the feeling of suffocation invading her.

She rambles about how great she is, and how much she likes her even though it’s been just three weeks since they started seeing each other. The monster of jealousy is fighting to take control over Lemon’s senses, to make her spit bitter words like, “But does she fuck you as good like I did?” 

But she doesn’t. Because she has some dignity left, and their affair was kept from their friends, so it wouldn’t be intelligent to reveal themselves like this.

“Pri,” Lemon calls her once they’re done with their study session, trotting up to meet her. “Can I talk to you for a second?” She tries not to sound too choked up, but it’s easier said than done.

Priyanka stops in her tracks, turning around to see her with a careful look. Lemon has seen that look before, and she hates it. She asks if it has to do with the fact she’s seeing someone, and before Lemon has any chance of replying, she goes on to say that she doesn’t want to make things awkward, and that they can act as if nothing happened if that’s what she wants.

“Woah, I was just going to ask you when are you gonna give me back my yellow dress. I have my brother’s birthday party on Sunday,” she lies with surprising ease, and Priyanka blinks repeatedly, a blush creeping on her cheeks as she tells her she’ll drop the dress by her dorm later today.

3.

Lemon tries to get over Priyanka by downloading Tinder again, but she rarely matches with girls that spark her interest.

Boa’s birthday happens, and they go to a club to celebrate. They get ready in Lemon’s apartment, chaos ensuing as soon as they step foot inside. It’s a welcomed type of chaos, though, one she’s learned to treasure. She gets a call from Priyanka while she’s doing Juice’s make-up, and excuses herself for a moment to lock herself in the bathroom so that she can hear more clearly.

“Pri? Are you coming?” She asks, shutting the door behind her.

“Yeah, I’m on my way. I wanted to ask you if you wouldn't mind if I crashed your place with Tynomi.”

Lemon blinks repeatedly, her mind jumping to the worst of conclusions. “Tynomi?”

“The girl I’ve been going out with,” she explains, and Lemon’s heart aches when she can clearly hear the smile on her face. “I’ve asked Boa if she doesn’t mind her tagging along, and she said it’s fine, but I forgot to ask if she could come with me to your place.”

The grip on her phone tightens, as she takes a shaky breath and steals a glance of herself in the mirror. She wants to scream, tell Priyanka of her feelings, of how she foolishly let herself fall for her and now it hurts her that she’s moved on and she can’t keep pretending that everything is okay. Because it’s not.

“Yeah, sure,” she says instead, reluctantly. 

4. 

Lemon stares at the letter, blinking once, twice, until tears are flooding down her cheeks. She breaks down in the middle of the cafeteria, drawing attention her way, but she doesn’t care. She’ll cry if she wants to - she got accepted into a prestigious dance school in New York with a full ride scholarship. Anyone would cry in her place.

“Girl, are you okay? What did that letter say?” Kiara asks, confused, stroking her back in an attempt to soothe her. All Lemon is able to do is give her the letter, gasping for air. Kiara’s eyes grow wide as she reads the first few sentences. “Holy shit,” she muses.

“What happened?” Priyanka asks, approaching their table with a worried expression. Kiara hands her the letter, as Lemon is still struggling to form coherent sentences. “Holy shit indeed,” Priyanka echoes, looking back and forth between Lemon and the letter. “You’re leaving us?” She asks, with a tone Lemon can’t quite put a finger on.

She simply nods, still too choked up to babble for hours about how this has been her dream since she was a child, and she’s not going to pass up such an opportunity. 

Priyanka looks at her with an indecipherable look before saying, “You deserve it, Lem.”

5. 

The months slip away from Lemon’s fingers, and before she knows it, it’s the night before she leaves for New York. Her parents had been crying all day long in anticipation, repeating over and over again how proud they’re of her. Her friends had treated her to dinner, promising to be there before she boarded the plane.

Priyanka had hugged her tightly when they said goodbye, holding onto her for a second longer than the rest. She took her hands in hers, and Lemon could feel the unsaid words lingering on her lips.

“I’ll miss you,” it was all that she said, letting go of her hands. Part of Lemon wished there would be a heartfelt confession on her side, since she wasn’t dating Tynomi anymore, but it had been foolish of her to think so.

She wants to send Priyanka a text confessing her feelings before she’s in a whole other country for the next three years.

The text is half written on her notes app before she deletes it, turns off her phone and turns around to try to sleep. 

+1.

It’s you. It’s always been you Lem. I miss you. I’m sorry.

Priyanka’s message is two years late, and Lemon can’t help but to shed a tear before she types out a reply.

It was you, too. Was. I’m sorry.

She turns off her phone, not waiting for a reply, and goes back to allowing her fast asleep girlfriend to spoon her.

[artificialqueens]

If anyone’s interested in writing drcan fic, I’d love love love to see tynomi x priyanka or jimbo x priyanka! (As you can tell I’m a priyanka stan lol)

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