In which you can’t smile to anyone who isn’t your soulmate. But then, your OTP is just lying in the couch together watching some movie and one of them cracks a joke. Then they’re both laughing and when they finally stop they just sit there looking into each other’s eyes thinking “oh…”.
me: I’m writing this fic for Myself, because I want to and it’ll make me happy. Psh I don’t care if anybody likes it or not because it ain’t for them.
also me: *times things perfectly to have the highest number of people read it the instant it is posted* *advertises it on tumblr and twitter and various other social media* Come read my fic and shower me with praise so I feel validated in failing two finals and a project because I spent all my study and prep time writing this! Tell me I did good!
also me when the reception is (inevitably) not as warm as expected: As God as my witness, I will never write again. Let my soul float away from this mortal coil, for it is not worthy.