REQUEST: Hey! I LOVE your writing and wondered if you could make a Dan one shot of (y/n) being sisters with pewdiepie… You can do what ever you want to it and don’t worry you don’t have to if you don’t want to. ☺️
You’re singing Sugar We’re Going Down while scrolling through the internet on your computer at your brother’s house in Brighton when you realize how hungry you are. You haven’t left your room all day- in fact you haven’t even gotten out of bed. You flew in from Sweden to visit yesterday and have taken today to relax before going out and exploring.
You turn off your music and get up to head towards the kitchen to get some food. You can hear your brother Felix faintly talking in the living room, but you brush it off, assuming he’s just making a video for his hugely popular youtube channel, Pewdiepie. So when you walk into the living room, crossing it to get to the kitchen, and you see a tall, dark-haired man with a handsome and familiar face you stop dead in your tracks. What is Danisnotonfire doing here? Why did Felix not tell you he was coming? Now the first time you are meeting one of your favorite youtube stars you’re in your pajamas with bad breath. You feel like strangling your brother, but instead you try to play it cool. Smiling, you say, “Hey…” trailing off to allow your brother to introduce you.
“Hey y/n, this is Dan. He has a youtube channel as well. Dan, this is my sister y/n. She’s visiting from Sweden. She just arrived yesterday,” Felix says.
Dan smiles a crooked smile and does two-finger salute as a greeting. “Nice to meet you y/n. We’re going out to lunch in Brighton in a half hour. Will you be joining us?”
The question takes you off guard, and you look to Felix for an answer. He merely shrugs with a smirk. “Uhh… sure, I guess. I’ll go get dressed.” You turn and head back to the guest room you’re staying in to change. You begin to rush, feeling pressured to make yourself look human in twenty minutes when you’ve been chilling in your own filth all day. The fact that you’re going to lunch with someone you’ve always had a little bit of an internet crush on has butterflies exploding through your stomach. And you know Felix has done this on purpose. You’ve been begging him to introduce you to Dan ever since you saw his first video and fell in love. You just wish he had warned you- though taking you by surprise and watching you squirm is far more Felix’s style.
After much rifling through your clothes and decision-making, you decide on a cute Christmas sweater and warm leggings and put your long hair up into a high ponytail. You take a deep breath and, after brushing your teeth and putting on make up, head back out to meet your brother and his friend.
“Ready,” you say as you stroll into the living room. Felix gets up from the couch and Dan does a double take after he lays eyes on you. You smirk despite yourself, hoping that you caused that reaction from him.
“Let’s go,” your brother says. “Marzia will meet us there.”
The three of you head out and make your way to a restaurant within walking distance, chatting along the way. You find out that Dan and Felix are going to make a joint gaming video tonight to put on Dan’s new channel with his friend Phil, DanandPhilGames. You also tell him how you’re staying in the UK with Felix for at least a month, trying to decide if you’d like to live here with him and Marzia or go back to Sweden. “Well if you want to see what London is like while you’re here you should come stay with me and Phil for a few days! I’d love to show you around the city.”
You grin, “I would love that, Dan. Thank you!”
He smiles a dazzling smile. “How about next weekend? Are you free? Phil will be away for the weekend but I have no plans and it would be lovely to have someone else around.”
“I’m free! That would be amazing!” you say.
When you get to the restaurant, you find your practically-sister-in-law Marzia waiting outside for you. “Hey!” you greet her with a hug.
“Ready for lunch?” she asks, smiling her beautiful smile and giving Felix a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Yes, I’m starving!” you say.
“Aren’t you always?” Felix jokes, laughing.
“Ha ha ha, very funny. Come on let’s go in already and eat.”
The lunch is lovely. You’re actually glad now that Felix invited Dan over, you’re enjoying yourself much more than you would have if you have stayed in your room all day relaxing. It’s nice to be out with someone else as well, so it isn’t just you, Felix, and Marzia like it usually is. You lean over to Dan, who is sitting beside you. “I’m so glad you’re here. Then I don’t have to be the awkward third wheel like I usually am when I’m out with these two.”
Dan laughs, “I know what you mean. Anthony Padilla and his fiance Kalel came to visit and we all went to dinner with Felix and Marzia and I was the 5th wheel it was so awkward.”
“I always feel so forever alone!” you say, laughing.
“You two are getting along well,” Felix interrupts, looking at you with a grin before sharing a secret glance with Marzia. It isn’t until now that it dawns on you that they planned this together, and are totally trying to set you and Dan up. You can’t deny that you’re kind of glad, because you’re pretty sure it’s working. After all, you are going to be staying at his house all alone next weekend.
Today I want to talk to you about the absolute biggest pitfall new writers fall into, specifically young writers, and I want to start by making a confession.
My first OC’s name was Shawn. You may remember seeing his profile at some point when I posted it on the blog as a workshop exercise - that was the new and improved, completely revamped from the ground up edition. Let me tell you about the first version of Shawn. He was tall, dark, and brooding (check) with a dead best friend (check) and control over shadow magic (check) who fell in love with a vampire chick (check) who kept trying unsuccessfully to kill herself because she hated what she’d become (check) and she turned him into a vampire too (check). They spent most of their time brooding about death and darkness (check), wearing all black clothing (check), and generally being depressed and depressing human beings (check). Somehow they managed to have two kids (a girl and a boy - check) before Shawn’s vampire bride left his life forever (check) and then he tragically died of a broken heart (check), leaving his children orphans (double check). I don’t remember most of the details, but thirteen-year-old me was really proud of this story. Twenty-five-year-old me cringes and counts that as a sign of personal growth. Any of those checkmarks would have been fine on its own. In fact, I probably could’ve gotten away with two or three of them. But all of them? Together? Sometimes I wonder if I secretly hated this character!
What were you thinking when you read that paragraph? Were you thinking that this story sounds fun and exciting and you’d like to read it, or were you thinking something more along the lines of “yawn, of course she was a vampire, of course he died of a broken heart, doesn’t everybody?” I tend to fall into the second camp, and when I read profiles with backstories like the original Shawn’s, it usually makes me sigh heavily and get out my waders so that I don’t get any angst on my shoes while I wade through the mess to critique it.
When you keep piling more and more bad stuff onto your characters, you’re generating character angst, where the character (not the reader) has to react by constantly being anxious, depressed, or stressed out. A little bit of character angst can be good for your plot, because it can result in your character thinking seriously about themselves and growing as a character. Too much character angst, and your character becomes a stagnant pile of misery and unhappy thoughts. They are never going to Neverland with pixie dust because nothing good has ever happened to them in their entire life.
Learn from thirteen-year-old Kyo’s mistakes: inject a little levity! Sure, some people have rotten lives and things are terrible for them from the get-go, but they still have to find small things to take pleasure in, jokes that make them laugh, people they can talk to, or other things that brighten up the doom and gloom, even temporarily, because if they didn’t have those things they would have no reason not to just give up and stay in bed for the rest of their lives. Give your characters a reason, no matter how trivial it seems - they need motivation to keep on going no matter how dark things get!
It’s good for your readers, too. When reading a story where everything is bad all the time, nothing is good, and the main character is constantly brooding about how bad their life is, readers experience a type of fatigue. They just get tired of it. If this happens too early in the story, or if your plot or characters are not sufficiently interesting enough to keep a reader invested in your story despite their fatigue, they may put the book down and never pick it up again. You don’t want that, do you? Nobody wants that. You can do your readers a favor too by making sure that character angst only happens in brief sections and that your character is able to resolve at least some of it: if they’re failing and they’re worried about a test, for example, have them resolve to study more or seek help from a friend; if someone died and your character is grieving, you can have another character comfort them. The resolution doesn’t always have to come from within. Give your character a support network and let them reach out for help if they need it!
Remember, more angst does not equal a better or deeper story. Cramming more tragedy into your character’s backstory doesn’t make them a better character, either. Think of it like a recipe: if everything in your story is salty tears and bitter sarcasm, it’s probably not going to taste very good, is it? But just like in a cookie recipe, adding a little salt and a little bit of bitterness can bring out the best in other flavors.
Alois flipped his car off in the parking lot of the mall, sighing deaply as he did so. Blue orbs closed momentarily as the memorys of his last encounter with a certain male flashed before him. One hand went up to rake through his hair before he step’d out of the vehicle and locked it. Walking towards the entrance he nervously scanned the parking lot as smiling couple after tired mom passed by him into the mall. Vulture had really messed his mind up. He was scared to leave the house alone. Even just to go to the local drug mart.
He felt alone.
No one belived him when he told people what happend. He felt stupid for even wanting to admit that he was scared and look for help or comfort. He didn’t want to be held or touched by anyone. All the thoughts of running into Vulture here raced through his mind as he ventured deeper into the mall. Then, he saw him. A tall, dark haired male who’s face he could never forget. He was looking dead at Vulture in the middle of the mall.