SUMMARY: A new neighbor wants to borrow some sugar.
WARNINGS: Language (very light cursing)
WORD COUNT: 630
AUTHOR’S NOTE (A/N): I haven’t been able to finish any of my WIPs so to switch things up, I used a random word generator and the first word to pop up was “sugar”. I didn’t know what to do with this word until I listened to “Suga” by the Star Cast and heard “So I give him my suga…” and took the idea in a literal direction and ran with it. Hope you enjoy it!
“Don’t all black people keep sugar?”
I asked the question out of genuine suspicion, but the corners of my mouth failed not to lift into a small smirk at the tall, handsome man standing before me. I recognized him from the other day when he and a few other brothers were moving furniture into the vacant apartment next door. I eased out of my own apartment that day to go to the mailbox nearby--praying the mailman had slipped something in my box so I wouldn’t look too nosy--just to get a better glimpse. All of the men were fine, so I wasn’t too picky about who my new neighbor would be. However, he--who just introduced himself as Tre-- stood out amongst the rest of them with his white undershirt that clung sweatily to his body and showed off his glistening, chiseled arms. Now the sleeves of his plain black tee clung to those same arms as he stood before me asking for sugar, of all things.
He laughed for a minute, rubbing the back of his neck and looking down. Stalling for an excuse, I bet. “In my defense, I just moved in this week and haven’t stopped unpacking long enough to make a store run.”
“Hmph.” I contemplated his words. They were plausible, but I still thought it was a B.S. excuse to scope out his fellow neighbor. Yet, I wasn’t mad at it because I had kinda done the same thing. “Wait here.”
I closed the door and eased one of the locks upright again, just in case. He was cute, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t psycho. My feet padded across the hardwood floor in the living room to the cool tile in the kitchen. I pulled out a gallon-sized ziplock bag and something to scoop with and began scooping generous amounts of sugar into the bag. I silently cursed as a few of the white crystals hit the counter every now and then. Once filled to a decent amount, I sealed the ziplock bag and made my way back to the door to unlock and open it.
“Here you go,” I said as I handed over the bag. His cheekbones rose and his thick lips pulled apart into a smile.
Taking it he said, “I want to thank you properly, but I don’t think I caught your name.”
“That’s because I never threw it out.” It was my turn to grin politely then.
After five years of having only single women or couples move in and out of the next door apartment, having Tre’s fine ass as a neighbor would be a delight. However, I still wanted to be cautious. I didn’t know his intentions for coming by. Neighborhood Walmart wasn’t too far up the street from the apartment complex for him not to go. Hopefully, he wasn’t going to be one of those mooching neighbors who knock on your door all the time for all kinds of shit. Did he knock on his other neighbor’s door before he knocked on mine? Was this request his lead-in for a fling?
Or did he actually come over just for… sugar?
“Touché,” His smile faded a bit as he nodded and licked his lips. Damn. “Well, thank you for the sugar…Suga.” For the first time in the conversation, I fully smiled. He winked, his own full smile returning. I wanted to comment on the little nickname he slipped into his thank you, but my mind went blank in shock and he was already retreating back to his apartment.
I closed my door again and made my way to the kitchen counter sprinkled with white crystals. Using my index finger, I swirled the gritty grains of sugar on the marble top in aimless patterns, still hearing him say “Suga” in my head.
I want to give writing some seasonal pieces a try this year, so I'm opening up requests! I'd also love to read some so feel free to join me! Please read the guidelines below.
Here’s the masterlist for this challenge.
Personally, I'd like to stick to writing for the Mayans M.C. and Black Panther fandoms during this time, but you can write for any character from any fandom that you want.
There is no word count. Your response can be 100 or 100,000 words. I'll be writing until I feel the story is complete rather than trying to achieve a word count. I encourage you to do the same.
This is a Fall Fluff Challenge, but feel free to write smut and yes, even angst, if it fits the prompt. I'd just ask that you make sure there is some element of fluff.
Even though it's a seasonal challenge, there is no deadline. Post when you feel good about what you've written.
The premise of this 'challenge' is to pair a touch prompt (listed on the original post by @creativepromptsforwriting) with a fall-inspired word. For your convenience, here are some September and October words, plus another set of words created by me underneath the cut. Don’t see anything on these lists you like? That’s fine, use your own fall-inspired word. Fall means different things/traditions/activities/etc. to each person, so just do your thing. Don't spend too much time worrying about the word.
Just for clarity, here's a few examples: "grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something" + 'rosebushes'. You can write about Muse A tripping/falling into a prickly rose bush while chasing an excited child they are babysitting. Have Muse B offer a hand to help them up. OR "only realizing it when they have to let go" + 'cave explorations'. Have your Muses meet while on a cave tour. They grab at each other when one starts to slip on the slimy cave floor or bats start swarming, and don’t realize they’re still connected until the end of the tour. Your muses don't have to be in an established relationship for there to be fluff. Just have fun, be creative, and think outside the box.
If you do participate, please tag me and tag it #BFFF Challenge, so I can find, read and reblog it.
If you wish to send me a prompt to write for this challenge, please keep these guidelines in mind.
Thanks in advance to anyone who chooses to participate in any way. I'll create a master list of responses to the challenge as needed. If all goes well, I'd like to try this again for Winter using November, December, and January words.
u know what, even if my writing isnt the BEST, i still made it all on my own. like there was a blank word doc and i filled it up with my own words, my own story. i took what was in my head and i made it a real thing. idk i feel like that alone is something to be proud of.
I’m not new to writing on Tumblr—I still have a few (unfinished) fanfics up that I started writing when I was about 14-15 (that I’ll keep to myself, at least for now lol). Somewhere along the way between high school and college, I fell off with writing. Even when I did try to write, I could never finish anything and/or hated everything that I wrote. My desire and love was still there, but there were a lot of things that hindered my writing—a big part of it being that I believed that I didn’t write as well as I used to. Honestly, I still struggle with writing today, but now I want to actively fight for what I love. For now, I’ll be sharing a mixture of fanfiction & original stories. I’ll also be reblogging great stories from other great writers and writing/reading related things.
With this blog, I hope to write to myself and for myself and I hope that readers can tag along with me on this journey.
friends to lovers never had a bad track. “scared i’ll ruin what we have” SLAPS. “friendship cuddles while secretly dying inside” BANGER. “teasing each other and holding eye contact for a little too long” KILLS ME. and don’t even get me STARTED on “screaming i love you in the middle of a heated argument.”
Me @ my brain when i stare at the same google doc for hours, unable to form words or ideas/constantly rewriting the same couple of sentences and hating absolutely all of them as i contemplate setting myself on fire and ending it all
SUMMARY: On his road to healing and recovery, David finds a new friend that helps make the process mo’ better.
WARNINGS: Language, Sexual Situations
A/N: More shit y’all didn’t ask for! But I can’t get this man off my mind, so here. I’ve also been binging Spike Lee Joints in real life.
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The months following his father’s death were some of the hardest of David’s life.
Having experienced Vietnam and seen things he never imagined he’d see - he was a changed man. A better one, he hoped, but definitely different in ways he couldn’t yet articulate. Every so often he had a low moment, but in the spirit of his father, he couldn’t let the tears fall for long. He tried his best to acclimate back to normal - whatever that meant now.
His saving grace through it all came in the form of a 5’9” beauty from the Mississippi Delta - Miss Cree Monroe. Cree taught biology just a couple of halls away from David. They were aware of each other of course but had never been formally acquainted. Their unexpected friendship began when Cree ventured to his classroom to extend her condolences. Being the child of a Vietnam veteran herself, she felt his pain. They formed a fast bond through their shared military family drama, an appreciation of Spike Lee Joints, and love of lemon pound cake (though he’d never admit that Cree’s was better than his granny’s).
To me, this was an abject failure. I had a chance to do things the right way, to set a new example, a new standard. I had the opportunity to heal past hurts of not being enough to be with so-and-so and such-and-such only so I could just be. Yet, I failed.
My current being quelled my desires to become who I was supposed to be.
When we met, I thought this to be a redo. I thought God was giving me an opportunity to live in a space I so desperately wanted without the guilt of thinking that I didn’t deserve. You were a Godsend. You paid attention. You called back the most minute words and sentences from conversations I thought were lost in the wind. You spoke Bible to me. You caught my ecumenical energy. Off break, we talked long game. Long moves. I thought my friends-to-never-being-lovers-and-being-okay-with-it was finally coming to fruition.
Then it ended. I failed to be the friend I always wanted to be. You failed me. I failed you.
And we’ll never know why. That secret is safe with you. I was with all of it. You chose not to be. I respect it even though it baffles me.
I can’t stand to think that even in this form, I wasn’t worth holding on to. You didn’t have to claim me. You didn’t have to acknowledge me. You didn’t have to wonder whether or not you’d be judged. You didn’t have to keep me as a secret pet. You could just exist with me and no one would question our existence.
Live footage of this hitting me right in my feels:
Sis, the third + fourth paragraph.
I hate how relatable this feeling is but also love that it’s universal, that it’s something we don’t have to commiserate over alone, that you were able to so beautifully write a moment so many of us have felt in our heart’s pursuit.
There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.
The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.
Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.
I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)
Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.
