Filter Writing Episode 1

I have been shoulder deep in working on my debut novella and have been wanting a break to write something fresh so I decided to let TikTok filters decide what I write in 30 minutes. See filter video here.

This was my first time doing this and I think I was extremely delusional with my 30 minute time limit. Me? Do anything quickly? Naw, not gonna happen >.< So I ended up writing for an hour and 10 minutes and I'm pretty proud of what I've got. See writing process here.

So, before you dig in to this short story, a few house reminders.

This is a short story I wrote in an hour using TikTok filters as my inspiration. This story is VERY UNSERIOUS. Our main character's name is Sunshine Rainbow Pop, okay? I was just writing what came to mind. I also haven't heavily edited this. I did a quick check for spelling and grammar and here I am posting it. So although I'd love to hear your thoughts, please remember to be kind. This story is just for fun.

Next, I want to give you some content warnings. This story contains an allergic reaction, stalker vibes, light D/s dynamics, a hand necklace, and a very open-door spicy scene.

Lastly, in case you can't view the videos linked above, here are the filters and outcomes I had to include:

Which Barbie are you? Bookworm Barbie, living in a pink villa and driving a pink RV. What's My Problem? I swim oceans for people who wouldn't even cross bridges for me. What trope are you? Grumpy Sunshine. Your favorite praise- One more. Your red flags- allergic to everything, skips leg day, can't type.

Alright without further ado, I give you:

The Coriander Catastrophe

Sunshine Rainbow Pop was a Barbie girl living in a Barbie world. More specifically, she was a bookworm Barbie, living in her own pink villa and was currently driving her pink RV on two wheels, catching curbs and dodging pedestrians on her way to the most important luncheon of her life. She had told herself she would only read one more chapter of The Golden Key by Cass Geller and then she would get ready to go, but suddenly she looked up and it was 11:45. The luncheon that could save her career started at 12:30. 

Sunshine dashed off the couch, threw together an outfit consisting of a white button down, green sweater, denim miniskirt, and white boots. Sunshine never did leg day, and didn’t need to; her chunky thighs filled out her miniskirt in a way only pixar moms could and she was grateful. Maybe a flash of her legs would mean the difference between her tardiness being forgiven and a door being slammed in her face. She sprayed her signature perfume across her dark brown skin, grabbed her purse and keys, and was on the move.

Now that she had parked, Sunshine took a second to make sure her hair was laying down before breezing into the Magzel building with her head held high. She had learned early that confidence could get her through a lot of previously shut doors. She just had to smile and wave and hope that no one had already pissed off Rozz this morning. 

Rozz was the front desk operator. Or, as she liked to think of herself, the front desk god of Magzel. She could ruin someone’s day just by conveniently scheduling immediate elevator maintenance. 

“You’re late,” Rozz said in greeting when Sunshine walked up to the front desk. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I was-”

“I don’t care. You’re late. You’re not going up today blondie.” Rozz made a shuffling motion with her hand and addressed the next person behind Sunshine, but no one dismisses a bookworm that easily.

“Rozz, doesn’t your grandson need tutoring this weekend?” Sunshine asked over the counter. Rozz turned her head slowly to face a smiling Sunshine. After a pregnant pause, Rozz buzzed her through. 

“I better not hear anything about this.”

“You won’t!” Sunshine yelled over her shoulder as she moved quickly under the awning.

“And I want you there at 4 o’clock,” Rozz continued.

“Got it!” Sunshine yelled right as the elevator door was opening. She would just barely make it. 

Upstairs in room 64B, Sunshine sat quietly with her hands in her lap. All the other executives had still been chatting in small groups around the room so Sunshine was able to walk in and blend into the background easily. The key to a good presentation was not walking in like you owned the place. These rich executives knew exactly who owned the place and they did not take lightly to someone else trying to steal their thunder. 

The smell of lunch was already wafting through the doorway and Sunshine was grateful for an empty stomach. She would eat just enough to keep from having to answer too many small talk questions. Sunshine was known to lose her meals in the middle of stage fright and now was certainly not the time for one of her episodes. She could pig out on burgers and fries after this. 

All too soon, the waiters walked in and lined the back wall before carts of spare ribs, carrots, rice, and peas were brought in. Each waiter took one cloche from a cart and set it in front of everyone at the table. Sunshine did not want to break the silence by saying thank you so she gave a small nod to her waiter. Once each cloche was placed, the waiters lifted each dome at the same time and then retreated. No one spoke as all the executives, assistants, and the two other presenters of the day started to inspect and enjoy their meals. 

Sunshine picked up her fork, prepared to play tetris for a bit, when the most tantalizing smell hit her nostrils. It brought her back to a time she couldn’t quite remember. A memory was dancing just on the edge of her brain, attached to that warm, hearty smell, but Sunshine couldn’t quite grasp it. She could, however, dig into the ribs and decided to do so to see if that would jog her memory. 

The first bite of spare rib had Sunshine almost in tears. The meat fell right off the bone with the lightest touch. It was juicy and tender, and tasted like heaven. But all of a sudden, heaven came crashing down around Sunshine. She couldn't breathe! She quickly spat the meat out but it was too late, she was having an allergic reaction. 

Her sputters started to garner the attention of other people at the table but as she made the choking sign around her neck, time started to slow down as that previously too far away memory came dazzling brightly to the forefront of her mind. 

It was June, Sunshine was ten, and her grandmother had made ribs. She had given Sunshine and her cousins a few small tasks to help with dinner and Sunshine’s task was to go pick a few sprigs of coriander for the meat. Sunshine had waded through her grandmother's garden, appreciating the sounds and smells, and stepping out of the way of bugs, until she found herself at the above ground herb box containing the coriander. Not even a few moments after picking a few springs, Sunshine had begun to break out in hives and had rushed home just in time to be given an epi-pen. Now all she could do was rely on the executives and associates in the room, the same ones who had already told her “no” a half dozen times, to save her. She had climbed many a proverbial mountain to support this company but she bet none of these folks would lift a finger to throw water her way if she were burning.

At first she thought that she was fainting, but Sunshine was surprised to feel herself being lowered to the floor. Who in this room was helping her? Someone must have dug through her bag too because she felt a sharp pinch on the outside of her thigh a few moments later. Sunshine opened her eyes and locked on big green ones under dark, bushy brows before she fainted for real.

Sunshine woke up in a dark room. She was laying on a really soft bed, no, a couch, a velvet couch in… an office. She was still in the Magzel building. This was a good sign, maybe the meeting was still going, maybe she could still make her presentation! Sunshine sat up but couldn’t get much farther. A nauseous wave smacked her right in the head and she groaned as she leaned back on the couch. 

“You’re awake, I see.” 

Barbie looked around the dark room with new fervor. Sitting at the desk was the tall, broad shape of a man she hadn’t noticed before. Dudley. He was the only one in the room with green eyes, the one that had saved her. 

“You caused quite a commotion back there,” he said, his hands folded in front of him, his posture relaxed, “Care to explain?”

“It was coriander. I’m allergic to it. It must have been in the spare ribs.”

“Coriander, huh?” Dudley reached forward to pull the string of the lamp on his desk before easing back into his chair. The soft glow didn’t reach far, illuminating the bottom half of his scruffy face down to his right hand now twirling a pen mindlessly. “You didn’t fill out the allergy chart last week?” 

“Uh, well, yes, I did but- there must have been a typo or something.”

“You would risk your health by not double-checking a form before you send it?” Sunshine couldn’t see his full face but knew just from his tone of voice that he had raised his left eyebrow; a trait she had noticed early on that he did whenever he was surprised or irritated.

“I’m not the best typer around,” Sunshine replied softly, slouching her shoulders. She was already embarrassed, she didn’t need Dudley giving her the fifth degree about an allergy chart. 

“Do you know what could’ve happened to you back there?” Oh man. Sunshine had taken Dudley for the silent, mysterious type but apparently he was just like her grandfather. Poppa Pop was stubborn, rigid, and matter-of-fact; he was always looking for an opportunity to lecture someone. If you didn’t stop him while he was ahead, he’d be likely to recite the Bill of Rights before he let your ear go. 

“Yes, I know, I-”

“No, Sunshine, you don’t. You don’t understand what would have happened if you had stopped breathing in that boardroom. What would have happened if I hadn’t been watching those perfect, pink lips close around that heinous piece of meat. If I hadn’t been watching your dark brown skin blanche in fear. If I hadn’t snuck in and checked your medical history 83 days ago when I wanted to double-check that you weren’t married and saw that you needed an epi-pen with you at all times because you’re allergic to… basically everything.” Dudley stood and walked around the desk. Sunshine wanted to repel his advances but something in her stayed calm, even as Dudley confessed his truths. 

“No, Sunshine, you don’t know how devastated I would’ve been if that spare rib had ended your life before I had a chance to ask you out. To woo you. To love you.”

“To love me?” Sunshine parroted, unable to fully grasp all that Dudley was saying after such a tumultuous few hours. He walked right up to the couch and lowered to his knees so that they were eye-to-eye.

“Not just yet Sunshine, I won’t press you. But I know how good we can be. I believe in us already, Sunshine. Tell me you feel it too. Tell me you’ll give us a chance.” 

It was hard not to feel overcome with both excitement and fear with Dudley so close, offering everything she had ever wanted in a man, but not exactly the way she pictured it. The stalker vibes were giving big red flags and alarm bells in her head but honestly, Sunshine had had her eyes on Dudley for months now and didn’t mind a man who was thorough, detailed, and completely focused on her. She decided to open her heart to a chance at love. 

No, love is too much right now. She would open her heart to fun, and attention, and lust and see where it went from there. 

“Okay,” Sunshine said with a nod. Dudley leaned forward until their noses were just a hair’s breadth away from touching. 

“Okay?” he asked tentatively.

“Yes, okay.” Sunshine answered with a little more enthusiasm and that must have done it because the grumpy, quiet mask that Dudley had always worn slowly morphed into a determined man on a mission. 

“Good girl. If you’re going to accept my offer, let me show you a little more of what I can give you. May I kiss you, Sunshine?” 

It had been so long since anyone had asked, she blurted out her “Yes!” quickly but didn’t have too much time to feel embarrassed about it because Dudley’s lipped crashed into hers almost immediately after. Sunshine grabbed Dudley’s shoulders in reaction and was surprised at the heated moan that left her lips at Dudley’s ministrations. He grazed his hands across the outside of her thighs and she allowed them to keep traveling north until they reached her jaw. At this new angle, Dudley pressed against her thighs and she opened them to let him in closer. Dudley took the hair at the nape of her neck in one hand, gently easing her head back, and trailed one finger down the middle of her throat with the other hand.

“Sunshine,” he whispered to her, “This throat is very important to me. Look at me.”

Sunshine took a moment to catch her breath and then found his eyes in the still dark room.

“This throat is important to me.” He repeated. “This throat, will swallow the food of my table,” he brought his finger up and trailed it down the middle of her throat again, “this throat will wear my adornments,” up and down he trailed his finger again, “and right now, this throat will scream my name.” Dudley’s soft touches turned assertive, his fingers wrapping around her neck and bringing her face closer to his, “You take care of this throat, Sunshine. Do you understand?” 

“Y-yes.” Sunshine could barely get the word out, not from fear or the hold on her neck, but because of the overwhelming waves of lust that hadn’t hit her this strongly in the last five years. 

“Yes, I understand,” she repeated, watching the apprehension bleed from Dudley’s eyes, heat and passion replacing it. She almost asked about that “adornments” thing he mentioned, did he mean more hand necklaces or, like, actual necklaces? When he said, “Atta girl.” and her brain got all fuzzy. Praise. Every bookworm Barbie's kryptonite. 

Dudley gently pressed her back to rest on the couch. He trailed the tip of his nose along her right shoulder, up her neck and jaw, and planted another kiss on her lips. “Now lay back and let me show you how good girls get rewarded.” Okay. 

Dudley grabbed her hips and dragged them forward until Sunshine felt like she would slide off the couch. He grabbed her knees and spread them wide, then kept contact with her skin until his hands were resting right at the hem of her miniskirt. Dudley paused and looked back up at Sunshine. She nodded to his unspoken bid for permission and watched as his eyes darkened further and a smile crept slowly across his face. 

“Sunshine, I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for a moment like this.” He lowered his head and kissed the inside of her left thigh. “Your mere existence is intoxicating. I’ve wanted to worship you just like this since the moment I met you.” 

Sunshine knew she should probably give him some type of response but Dudley sucked on her clit through her briefs and all she could make out was a deep moan. She lifted her hips to help Dudley pull her underwear off and was just close to forming a complete sentence when Dudley’s tongue made an enthusiastic dive into her pussy and all English tumbled right out of her ears. She had only been ate out twice in her life and those women had exited her life almost a decade ago. She was a puppet to her body’s imminent, visceral reactions to Dudley’s mouth on her body. 

“Fuck, Sunshine, you taste so good,” Dudley said as he came up for air. Sunshine, a glutton for approval, grabbed his shoulder-length dark hair and slammed his face back down as an orgasm tore through her. She tried to keep quiet, but failed, resorting to long, barely contained moans as her body shook and spasmed. Dudley continued to lick her until her breathing evened out and she regained control of her limbs.

“My god, you’re beautiful,” he said quietly. Sunshine looked down at Dudley, his beard wet with her cum, and smiled. 

“You’re pretty beautiful too.” It was a lame response, but that was all she had in the moment and it must have been enough for Dudley because he grinned like a Cheshire cat and grabbed the back of her knees once more. 

“We have about 15 minutes before the meeting resumes and you give the best presentation of your life. What do you say, Sunshine, one more?”