7. "follow Me If You Want To Live." | Janelle Mone X Reader

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.

A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN S01E07 • “Full Count”

5. "it's a new day, let's go" | Riri Williams x Reader

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

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Romance, angst, fluff

Word Count: 628

A/N: Here we are with Fictober Day 5. And I'm finally writing for Riri! Feedback always appreciated <3

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world

You’d been free for a month now, trying your best to get your life together, but Riri had only been out for a few days, and already, it was like she couldn’t sit still.

The apartment wasn’t much, but it was something—a place to start over. You’d spent the past few weeks getting it set up, making it cozy. Sure, it wasn’t glamorous, but after everything, you were grateful just to have a space that was yours. That you worked for. Riri, though? She had other ideas.

She was pacing around again, her energy bouncing off the walls. The little living room, the one you had taken so much pride in decorating, felt like it couldn’t contain her.

“Ay, we gotta make sumn shake.” Riri muttered, barely loud enough for you to hear, but you caught it.

You sighed, glancing at her. “Riri, what is it now?”

She turned to you, eyes wide, like she was ready to spring into action. “We can’t live like this. You think this is it? I can’t sit here and play house while we broke. I ain’t built for it.”

Your stomach dropped. You’d been waiting for this. You knew it was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier. “We ain’t broke, Riri. I got this place. I got a job lined up. We gon’ be alright.”

Riri scoffed, shaking her head. “A job? What, they paying you pennies an hour to clean up after other people? We could be getting plenty bread if we made one move. Just one. You know that.”

You stood up, crossing your arms, trying to keep calm. “Riri, we just got out. You really wanna go back to all that? We got a chance here. We can do this the right way.”

Riri’s face twisted in frustration. “I was locked up for eight months, listening to folks who ain’t never had shit talk about what was finna happen when they got out. They don’t know what the fuck going on. But we know what’s good, baby. Don’t act like you ain’t miss it.”

“I don’t,” you shot back, firmer this time. “I don’t miss any of it. What, you wanna always be looking over your shoulder? Waiting to get caught again?”

Riri stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You know I ain’t scared of that. We were good at it. I just hate seeing you in here, tryin' to make it work on scraps. You deserve better.”

You looked around the small apartment, feeling a pang of frustration yourself. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start. “I got better. I got us this apartment. We ain’t livin’ fancy, but we free. Ain’t that enough?”

Riri’s eyes softened a little, but she was still restless, like she was fighting a battle inside. “I don’t wanna see you struggling, Mama. I wanna give you more than this. You know I could.”

You reached out and took her hand, pulling her closer to you. “We don’t need more. We need this. A real shot. I worked hard for this place, Riri. I ain’t finna throw it all away just ‘cause we miss the money. We gotta be smart now.”

She stared at you, the tension in her shoulders easing a little, but she still looked torn. “But what if it ain’t enough?”

You held her hand tighter, locking eyes with her. “It’s enough for now. It’s a new day, let’s go. We got each other, and that’s what matters. We’ll make it, but we gotta stay straight.”

For a moment, Riri was quiet, then she let out a long breath, her whole body relaxing. “Aight,” she mumbled, though there was still a flicker of doubt in her voice. “We’ll do it your way. For now.”

love being a fruit. i recorded myself reading my journal, played it back and got turned on pretending i was listening to the sexiest, most intelligent woman i've ever met on the phone 😭

Office Romance Dialogue

A: "You do realize this is completely against company policy, right?"

B: (grinning) "Are you really that worried about the rules right now?"

A: (glancing around nervously) "Yes! What if someone sees us?"

B: "Then they’ll see that I’ve been crazy about you since day one."

A: "You’re not making this any easier."

B: (teasing) "Good. I don’t want to make it easy for you to ignore me."