not sure how i feel about this

This was kinda inspired by a bit in this fic, tho didn’t quite manage to pull it off as well as I hoped…

The Reid Effect

Requested by @21lanes: Reid and the Reader have been best friends for years, and she harbors a secret crush on him. When he starts seeing someone else, she’s jealous, but when he asks for her help in surprising his new girlfriend, all hell breaks loose.

It’s not fair, the effect Spencer Reid as on her. Her heart rate speeds up, her palms sweat, the air feels too warm, and she immediately forgets whatever else she was supposed to be thinking about the moment he walks into view. Similar symptoms occur at the sound of his voice, or when she receives a text from him, and of course when he appears unbidden in her mind. No, it’s not fair. And yet, she can never bring herself to mind much when he makes her feel so good.

They met at a criminology conference in DC. As a mystery writer, she wanted to do some in-depth research, and while she left with new material for her book, she also left with a new friend. Spencer sparked her interest almost immediately, and they became fast friends. Even from the start, he had a way of making her feel comfortable and putting her at ease. For three years he was her best friend – and still is – but last year something shifted, and one day she looked at him and realized what she felt for him went so much deeper than friendship. That’s when it began, that nervous fluttering and anxious happiness. It took weeks for her to realize what she felt for him was love, and she’s never been able to admit it out loud.

What if he doesn’t reciprocate her feelings? What if it ruins their friendship? She can’t imagine not having him in her life, even if it means never acting on her feelings. And yet, when he smiles at her, the rest of the world slips away. Does he even realize it, the effect he has on her?

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why don’t we call it a day and we can both confess 
you can force me to use a little tenderness
white lies, alibis, anything but say that it’s true
we could sit like lovers staring in each other’s eyes
but the magic of the moment might become too much for you

happy valentine’s (valentron’s?) everybawdy

(edit: added close up of their faces;;)


Sherlock: Is a phone call possible? 

Mycroft: Phone call? 

Sherlock: Sherlock has a brother he may wish to say goodbye. John has a daughter he may wish to say goodbye.

  • 707: [screams]
  • Yoosung: … What was that?
  • 707: I just thought about my anxieties and it’s like my mind hand touched a hot memory stove.

so my mother has always had kind of a weird thing about meryl streep: “there’s just something i don’t like about her.” “there’s just something about her face that doesn’t appeal to me.” that kind of thing. meanwhile i’ve never heard my dad mention meryl streep at all.

last night my dad called for help with his computer. i literally told him to turn it off and turn it back on again and he was not even a little bit offended. “what a good idea! i’m so glad I called you!” anyway while we were waiting for his computer to boot up again, i brought up donald trump. trump has really bonded me and my dad politically so i figured we were gonna get into the press conference, the russia hacking…I was ready.

my dad: did you see what he said about meryl streep?

me: yeah…hey, isn’t it wild how trump’s press secretary was gonna eject that cnn guy from the conference?

my dad: he said she was overrated.

me: yyyyeah….anyway….

my dad: now i don’t know how you feel about meryl streep… [dramatic pause for me to share my feelings about meryl streep; i have none]…but i think she is the greatest actress alive.

me: …ok…

my dad: …and he called her overrated! first of all, he’s wrong, second of all, how childish! the behavior of a toddler!

me [trying to find common ground]: he’s always like that. remember when hillary called him putin’s puppet in the debate and he was like, you’re the puppet?

my dad: this is worse because it’s a non sequitur! what does her acting have to do with it? which, by the way, is superlative. her acting is superlative.


me [out loud]: ok, is your computer back on now?

my dad: have you seen sophie’s choice?

as it turned out, restarting the computer solved one of his problems, but i was then unable to successfully talk him through how to copy a document to a folder or save it to a flash drive. “okay, what happens when you right click?” “i don’t know.”