#and realising recently that a fringe omegaverse story

[not-poignant]

🤯, 🤭 & 💔 for the kinkmeme

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

The ones I'm not writing, lmao.

Okay but in all seriousness, I would say I struggle with mysteries, because I don't enjoy them in general. (I'm that person who always looks up the answer so I don't have to deal with the 'mystery' part which I generally find incredibly boring, so no, I can't really write the genre either). Ditto westerns.

I actually don't think I really struggle with romance, contemporary, action, fantasy, adventure, science fiction, erotica etc. I don't even struggle with hard science fiction. I don't think I'd struggle that much with horror or psychological or even supernatural thriller. Every time I've written elements of horror or thriller genres into my works, it's been pretty well-received actually. I'm just not really drawn to it. Genres are pretty easy to 'get' frankly (I did a media degree, I have done tertiary study of genre, so...formulas I understand). I struggle less with genre and more with base conceptuals that can be found in any genre - for example, I struggle with plot-based over character-based storylines. And that's true in any genre.

Oh! Actually I think maybe I struggle with procedurals and 'case of the week' style writing. That's what Eversion was supposed to be, and I profoundly did not like doing it, so basically removed Connor from the case and told a different story, lol, so I think that's one too!

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

It's two and they go hand in hand: Angst and hurt/comfort. I think they're on just about every single one of my works. And they're usually among the first two I add.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Hmmm.

Strange Sights because it represents a time in my life that was extremely damaging for me, to the point where I nearly have deleted it several times (I won't though, it doesn't hurt in the same way anymore - time heals some wounds and all that).

All of The Ice Plague because it just did so badly re: engagement (Underline the Black is about to eclipse TIP 3 for kudos in almost a quarter of the time and far less words, lol, sigh), and it became the death knell of the Fae Tales canon, which was supposed to continue. I grieved that for years, on and off, until I finally accepted reality. In TIP 1, we could say it was just...teething issues. In TIP 2 (which did worse than TIP 1) we could be like 'oh well, these things happen.' In TIP 3, which has done the worst of any long fic I've ever written, across two separate accounts, I just put my head in my hands and never felt further away from trying to draw in readers and keeping my career going. I can't tell you how many times I nearly quit.

(I had some great times writing it, but I also had a lot of 'why am I even still doing this to myself' times while writing it too, and then I'd remember the readers that were engaging with it and commenting on it, and I'd remember like... I need to make a living, and I'd also remember that the characters deserved their happy ending, and I'd keep going).

Honestly, nothing else really comes close to TIP, especially TIP 3. I actually felt relieved when it ended. Everything I've written since has been more popular and drawn in more people. It speaks for itself. It just makes me sad as well, that proportionately, less than 1/7 of the readers of Game Theory ever got to read Augus and Gwyn's true happy ending and epilogue, in All that We Were, All That We Will Ever Be. It's just a massive drop off overall, and makes me feel like I let folks down.

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From the fandom meme

[rvmmm21]

. unpleasant reminders .

small note : trust me to ruin omegaverse with my twisted antics. i know this probably wasn’t what you were getting at, but hey, this was what made me think of yandere omegaverse. i mean, come on, forceful submission? belonging? that pulled me in by the collar and screamed ‘yandere’ into my ear lol. also you didn’t say smut, so there isn’t really any! i think i’ve written yandere somewhat recently... but this kind... it’s really been a while. for once i share some of the blame for my horrid yandere writing. thank you.

reminder to look away if this isn’t your cup of tea. my next thing will be softer, i reckon.

[yandere!omega!irene x alpha(g!p)wendy]

tw : degradation, yandere themes, violence (mild), physical intimidation, implied dubcon, implied abuse. (basically a toxic relationship).

...

Seungwan is different.

In the best sense of the word, of course. She’s soft-hearted, kind, dutiful and… she’s an alpha. An alpha with stereotypically non-alpha traits. And not just any alpha, she’s Joohyun’s alpha, lest anyone forget. Joohyun oftentimes wonders why nature dealt the cards this way, why she wasn’t given the role of alpha when she’s clearly the one who takes on the more assertive, dominant stance in their relationship.

However, there’s not any time for inner musings.

Not when she can literally see Seungwan having a conversation with someone else through the crowd. She’d just gone to get a drink (a fucking drink) and she comes back to a slimy-looking omega engaging with Seungwan like there’s no one else at this goddamned party to talk to. She freezes for a second to watch the interaction. Watching as Seungwan – the alpha – giggles along to whatever the other girl is saying, subconsciously fiddling with the wisps of her fringe (something she’s only supposed to do with Joohyun). And oh god, she almost screams when she notices her little girlfriend’s milky complexion flush a sweet pink when she receives a compliment on her outfit.

She doesn’t get it, does she? She hasn’t learnt.

Seungwan is hers.

So why the hell does she think it’s okay to be flirting with this dirty omega who doesn’t deserve a fraction of her time?

Seungwan, in all honesty, isn’t doing this on purpose. But that almost makes it ten times worse. Because that means she’s genuinely enjoying the company of someone who isn’t Joohyun. That just will not do. Seungwan’s not supposed to look that happy with someone who isn’t her omega. Joohyun’s jaw very nearly locks with how hard she’s gritting her teeth. Sure, they’ve been together for the better side of five years now, and they’re far too settled in their relationship to worry about infidelity and such, but god, Seungwan really needs to get a grip. It doesn’t even occur to her how irresistible she’s making herself look to that other omega, does it?

Maybe she’ll watch her step more if Joohyun reminds her who she belongs to.

You’re going to learn, puppy, she thinks as she beelines to Seungwan, uncaring of how many drinks she spills along the way.

There’s nothing graceful in her execution. Seungwan yips in surprise when she’s tugged away from the conversation, the grip on her arm threatening to break it if she so much as put up an ounce of resistance. The stranger looks confused but makes no attempt at following them.

“H-Hyun?” Seungwan’s surprised Joohyun can even hear her with how quickly she’s pulling them away from everyone else and out of the building. She wonders why her girlfriend looks so angry.

“Hyun-ah, is everyth–?”

“Shut up.”

It’s a warning. Seungwan almost trips as she’s being dragged along, her heart beats a little faster, and it isn’t the good kind of faster. Not when it’s that tone. Never when it’s that tone. She finds herself shoved rather painfully into the passenger’s seat, and Joohyun stays silent the entire drive home. This time, Seungwan doesn’t look out the window to see how the overhead street-lamps illuminate passing cars, opting instead to stare at her knees and trying to figure out what the heck could’ve angered her publicly reserved, even-tempered omega.

She barely even realises that they’re home. There’s an unforgiving pressure around her bicep as she’s roughly escorted into their room and thrown to the floor. Her back takes the brunt of her fall and she lays there, thoroughly winded and too stunned to move. That is until she hears the click of the lock. And then she’s really panicking, ignoring the burn in her lungs, scrambling to her knees and all but begging for forgiveness… for something she still hasn’t figured out yet.

“Hyun… Hyunnie, please tell me what’s –”

The rest of her sentence dissolves in her throat when she meets the omega’s eyes. There are traces of something new in them, aside from the anger, the discontentment. It’s something far scarier and far more malicious. It terrifies her to the point of thinking it’s a good idea to try to stand up.

“Down, alpha.”

And she does just that. Ignoring that massive hit to her alpha’s pride, ignoring the bruises on her knees from the last time Joohyun had one of her little ‘outbursts’, she ignores it all. Not because of anything other than the fact that it sounds particularly menacing coming from Joohyun’s lips. Something in her tone dares her to disobey.

“Good puppy,” she sneers.

Puppy. The pet name that never fails to make Seungwan feel smaller than she already is. And the way Joohyun says it like it sickens her rips a little piece of her fragile heart out.

“Do you know what you did, puppy?” Suddenly Joohyun’s tone is flat, no inflection, not a smidge of emotion. It’s deceiving.

Seungwan shuffles forward nervously, apologetically. “No! I-I don’t… I don’t understand, baby, why–”

But before she can finish, her back is breaking her fall yet again with a loud thud. Joohyun towers over her, and Seungwan can’t help but cower at the way she looks bigger than she’s ever seen her before.

Seungwan begins to cry, looking up at the woman who seems to be closer and closer to doing something horribly unpleasant to her helpless little alpha. She tries to prop herself up on her elbows, but Joohyun simply drives her foot into her ribs and shoves her back onto the floor like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Small, broken sobs escape her as she tries to curl in on herself, away from her omega’s fury. But that’s just more energy she could’ve spent crying or pleading as Joohyun grinds her heel in deeper, her top lip curling upwards into a proper growl.

“Good alphas don’t leave their partners for even a second. Let alone openly flirt with other filthy omegas in front of theirs.” she speaks gruffly, rage seeping into her firm threat as she spits down at Seungwan who’s meekly trembling under her foot. “A good alpha should be grateful to be at my beck and call, and you are a good little alpha, aren’t you?”

Seungwan’s words spill before she can think about them, all haphazard and desperate. “Yes! Yes, yes, I am!”

“And?”

When Seungwan stays quiet for a second too long for her liking, Joohyun grinds her sole down again, harder and harder until it pushes the remaining air from her chest. A strangled whine claws up her trachea before fizzing into a string of pitiful coughs. “P-please…” she weakly grasps at Joohyun’s ankle before mouthing ‘can’t breathe’.

Just as she’s sure she’s going to black out, the pressure is relented, but only slightly. “I don’t hear a ‘sorry, Hyunnie. I’ll do better, Hyunnie’ or a ‘I won’t ever do it again, Hyunnie’.” She leans down further, mocking and deathly serious in the same breath. “Or does my alpha need her collar?”

And that word is enough to trigger apology after pathetically stuttered apology. It’s as instinctive as breathing at this point, and it’s as gushing as the tears down her cheeks. Still, she’d rather this than feeling those cold metal prongs digging into her throat.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Not – not the collar, please! I won’t – ” a whimper slips out before she can choke it back, “ – I won’t talk to anyone else… e-ever! Promise!”

Without a single warning, Joohyun’s whole demeanour changes. It’s as though she was never angry. A lovely, warm smile blooms on her face as she kneels down to her level and gently cups her flushed cheek. How hands so delicate can bring so much pain, Seungwan will never know.

“Good girl, Wannie,” she coos, ignoring the way Seungwan flinches and screws her eyes shut as she plants a few soft kisses to her sweaty fringe. The younger girl is about let out that sigh of relief she was longing to, when the omega’s voice pierces her calm, and it’s that smooth and silky tone she uses when she’s in one of her ‘other moods’.

“Oh? What’s this? Seems like my puppy likes being scolded, huh?”

At this, she slowly opens one eye. Then the other.  

And then Seungwan almost faints at what she sees when she dares to glance down. Even in her beaten state, she knows at least a few things. She knows she doesn’t deserve to be so rudely dragged out of the party Joohyun insisted they go to in the first place. She knows this isn’t how alphas deserve to be treated by their omegas, and she certainly knows she doesn’t deserve to be reminded time and time again that it turns her on this much. It’s devastating and humiliating.

She chokes out a sloppy denial, and Joohyun is all but convinced. Her alpha may be a teary wreck, but the tent in her trousers tells a different story indeed. She shifts her foot off the smaller girl’s chest and prods the hardness between her legs.

“I think my puppy’s lying,” her smirk widens when she sees the desperation in Seungwan’s eyes, “and you know what happens to disobedient little pets, don’t you?”

Seungwan swallows hard, because she knows. She knows only too well.