6. "I'm Not Giving Up" | Riri Williams X Reader

6. "I'm not giving up" | Riri Williams x Reader

Summary: Can you build a future when your girlfriend is still looking back?

Rating: Mature (due to language)

Genre: Romance, angst

Word Count: 533

A/N: So we have made it to Day 6 of Fictober! Everyone seemed to want the drabble from yesterday to continue, which I agree is a good idea. I'll keep the word count low so I can continuously update this alongside the other stories I'm working on. Feedback always appreciated <3

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world @pvnks0ul

You stood at the sink, scrubbing the dishes from another long day, but your mind wasn’t on the soap suds or the dull hum of the kitchen lights. No, you were replaying the conversation with Riri over and over. You'd told her it was enough for now, but in truth, things weren’t fine.

The pay from the dental office was short again—second time this month. You could barely cover rent, let alone the bills that kept stacking up. Going to your evening dental assistant program was the only thing that gave you a sense of hope, but even that was wearing you down.

Riri walked into the kitchen, leaning against the counter, watching you with that sharp, calculating gaze of hers. "You ain't told me how work was today."

You shook your head, gripping the sponge tighter. "Same as always. Pay was short again."

Riri scoffed. "The fuck? We supposed to keep living like this? You finna let them keep punking you out your money like that, Ma?"

"Riri, I don't have time for another job right now. I'm going to school every night—"

"Yeah, for that certificate shit," Riri interrupted, folding her arms. "Look, I get it. You got dreams. That's cute, real cute, but at this rate, you finna be working these bullshit jobs for the next ten years just to pay off the student loans. And where that leave us? Still scraping by."

You put the plate down, wiping your hands on a rag as you turned to face her. “I’m not giving up. You think scrubbing toilets and mopping floors is easy? I’m doing everything I can.”

Riri sighed, running a hand over her face. "I ain't saying you not, but you gotta see reality, baby. If things don’t start looking up soon, I might have no choice but to go back to my old ways."

Your chest tightened. “What you tryna say?"

"I'm saying, I can hold us down," she said softly, but there was a hardness in her voice. "But I ain’t about to sit here and watch you kill yourself over chump change. We got options. I’m not letting us starve just 'cause you wanna play by the rules."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady the frustration bubbling up. “Riri, I’m not about to throw away everything I’m working for just ‘cause things are rough right now. I know it’s hard, but we can’t go back. Not now.”

Riri stepped closer, her voice lowering. "And what if you don’t make it through that program? What if they keep shorting your checks? You ever think about that?"

You swallowed, feeling the weight of her words, but you held your ground. "I’m making it through. One day. I’mma even get a degree. I’ll get there, Riri. I just need time."

She studied you for a moment, then nodded, but you could still see the tension in her brown eyes. "Aight, I hear you. But if things don’t change soon, we gon’ need a different plan. I love you, but I can't sit still forever."

You watched her walk out of the kitchen, her words lingering in the air like a storm cloud that hadn't quite passed.

unreal 😭😭😭 this woman is otherworldly

*Sighs in beautiful woman*

7. "follow me if you want to live." | Janelle Monáe x Reader

Summary: A cozy night in with your lady <3.

Rating: PG

Genre: Romance, fluff

Word Count: 243

A/N: Wow, we've already made it through a full week of October. I think it has felt nice prioritizing this little hobby of mine these days. The past few months have been particularly stressful for me, and this community has been a perfect escape. I hope you all are enjoying reading these stories as much as I enjoy writing them.

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world

You were stretched out on the couch, your legs tangled with Janelle’s as the soft glow of the TV flickered in the dark room. She was next to you, completely locked in on Detroit: Become Human, her fingers gliding over the controller like she’d done it a million times. You were trying to keep up, but honestly, it felt like she was always two steps ahead.

“Princess,” she said suddenly, her voice low but playful. She didn’t even look away from the screen. “You’re gonna have to follow me if you want to live.”

You laughed, fumbling with the controller as your character rushed after hers. “I’m trying! You’re too fast.”

Janelle grinned, her warm brown eyes still fixed on the game. “You panic under pressure. It’s cute.”

“Cute?” you shot back, bumping your shoulder into hers, though your heart was racing a little faster now. “I’m trying to save us.”

Her laugh filled the room, and for a second, it didn’t even matter that the game was getting intense. You glanced over at her, the way she was so calm and in control, the mischievous smile tugging at her lips. It was impossible not to get caught up in how effortlessly she made everything fun.

And for a moment, as the game continued to flash across the screen, all you could focus on was her—the way her laughter wrapped around you, making everything feel like it was exactly where it should be.

Boom Boom Pow

i need to start making mood boards for my writing!!

I love being a fan girl. Just me and my fanfiction against the world.