tips for fanfiction writers

stages of a cute asf otp date

i get freakin disappointed almost every time people write about dates because,, IT'S NOT ENOUGH OKAY I NEED MORE

here are stages of a date that need to be written for ultimate cute otp time effect:

(listen im barely even near the stage of getting a date, let alone getting someone to hold eye contact with me for at least ten seconds, so i guarantee you that this is inaccurate and unrealistic)

(also this is pretty long so grab a drink or eat ur lunch/dinner/meal first before reading)

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HOW TO WRITE OTP TIME WITH ME UR TUTOR OR SOMETHING:

SCENARIO: burger time late @ night

step one.

all dates start out with asking someone out, but the asking-someone-out outcome may vary. you gotta be realistic, APPLY THE PERSONALITY OF YOUR CHARACTER.

different outcomes based on general traits of each character:

asshole character.

if you're writing about an arrogant character, chances are that 1/2 of your otp will be reluctant in accepting the offer. BUT BUT BUT here are more options:

1. ass person decides to ask but is still arrogant, ends up embarrassing themselves by trying to impress 1/2

2. ass outside but really terrified on the inside, so they stutter while they ask 1/2 and smiles HUGE when 1/2 says yes

really irresponsible character.

dude: hey what time should i be @ ur house

1/2: why lol

dude: werent we supposed to go out

1/2: no wth

dude: oh,, get dressed anyway we're gonna go get burgers

1/2: k wait

boom.

shy character.

1. gets someone to ask for them

2. leaves 1/2 a note on a piece of paper

3. ends up being the one invited to get burgers and says something along the lines of "hehe, this feels like a date" and gets really flustered

you get the gist, im gonna stop now

step two.

many people don't want five paragraphs of walking to a boring fast food chain, so keep it simple with three sentences or less (unless getting there is part of developing the plot, then go for it)

for ex. (not for an ex, for an example)

after hearing about three consecutive knocks on my door, i checked myself out in the mirror before getting up to answer it. i swung the door open and was ecstatic to see michael dressed up nicely, just as i expected of him to do.

you see, i am a fashion blogger. i do not let such atrocities get away so easily. but, although michael usually dresses the opposite of nice, he didn't fail to impress me tonight. "hey, luke, are you ready to go?" he asks and extends a hand for me to hold.

"yeah, i am." i nod and walk out of my apartment with him.

we talked and talked the whole way there and even played my favorite game, "who can make the dankest of memes." he won, obviously. i was no match for his dank-icity. 

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see it's boring so it's a no for me

you can just shorten it to: