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imagining-in-the-margins · 11 months

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hi!! do you have any fic recs for non-bau!reader x spencer? i’m not too picky just would love to read about navigating a domestic relationship with an agent while being entirely NOT in that field! so maybe something fluffy (but never opposed to smutty). thank you in advanced 🧚‍♀️

Hey friend! I've compiled most of my Civilian!Reader fics here, although I will say not a lot of them focus on the difficulties navigating the job. For that, you'll find the most luck with my two most popular series below. Otherwise, it's a somewhat eclectic group of fics, which I hope you can still enjoy ❤️

If anyone has any favorite fics that the anon might be interested in, please share them in the comments or reblogs! Self-promotion is always welcome!

S.R. Series (NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI)

The Birds & The Bees (ongoing series): Prof!Spencer, Virgin!Reader. Reader interviews for a position as Dr. Spencer Reid’s Teaching Assistant, and Spencer learns something special about her.

Here to Misbehave (completed series): Spencer meets a girl he can’t get enough of at the nightclub, then quickly realizes she is not supposed to be there.

S.R. SFW Oneshots

Dead Air: Professor Reid is hesitant to be a guest on his old student’s true crime video series, but is surprised to find it’s not so bad.

Defining Family: Spencer finds out he’s a dad… to a twelve year old girl. Your twelve year old girl, who just broke into the FBI.

Devil’s Advocate: Spencer’s been hooking up with the defense attorney in secret. At some point what was purely physical turned into something else.

Fairytales: Spencer comes home to his very tired wife and even more tired child who refused to go to bed without a bedtime story from their dad.

Funny Thing Fate: Autistic!Reader is tipsy and lost in D.C. when she spots a man she thinks might be able to help.

Haunted: Spencer’s never told anyone what happened in prison.

Growing Pains: Spencer finds unfamiliar lingerie in the laundry. When he confronts his wife, he learns it belongs to their teenage daughter.

Intentions: Spencer’s teenage daughter wants to have a conversation with you about your intentions with her father.

It’s Personal: Reader reminds Spencer’s team that it’s never appropriate to ask someone for their age, even if they’re dating their coworker.

Java Jive: Spencer and Emily take a break at the local coffee shop and she makes an understandable mistake about barista Reader and Spencer’s relationship.

Kitten Love: Spencer’s vet begrudgingly agrees to an emergency house call.

Maddening One, My Goddess: Spencer has a one night stand… on February 13th. The next day, he is confronted with a familiar face on his pre-planned double date.

Not Your Backup: Spencer and JJ argue about her jealousy of his girlfriend.

Quid Pro Quo: Spencer is entranced by the law student in his class.

Rib Cage: Spencer realizes Reader is the one, but it might be too late. He has to find her.

Serendipitous: Spencer’s pretty sure Penelope mixed up his blind date.

Stranger Danger: Reader is a single mother having a very bad day.

Style Theory: Fashion student Reader meets their favorite scholar and teaches him a lesson in self-love.

The Perfect Plan: Reader has a question for Spencer, but things don’t go according to plan.

The Prodigy Path: At a parent teacher conference, Spencer and Reader explain their seemingly unorthodox parenting style.

S.R. SFW Blurbs

At Ease: Spencer comes home to his partner and finds them still asleep.

Birthday Wish: Spencer is sad he can’t reach you on his birthday.

Favorite Person: Reader just needs a little extra reassurance sometimes.

S.R. NSFW Oneshots (18+, MINORS DNI)

Big Bad Wolf (Part 1, Part 2): Spencer is overwhelmed by the apparent innocence of an elementary school teacher he meets on a case.

Blush: Spencer finds something surprising in his girlfriend’s sock drawer after he’s released from prison.

Cupid & Psyche: Reader and Spencer get kidnapped by a rather romantic matchmaking unsub who demands they perform for him.

Devil in the Backseat: Reader is a little too much (and Spencer's into it).

Get Lucky: It’s 3AM and a pipe burst in Reader’s apartment. She is soaked, angry, and forgot her wallet and phone. Her neighbor Spencer tries his best to make the night not terrible.

I Like It Like That: Spencer is jealous after a rowdy party.

Kiss ’n Tell: Reader gets drunk on a night out with the girls and accidentally mimics her boyfriend’s habit of oversharing.

My Boss’s Daughter: Spencer’s fling with his boss’s daughter is definitely going to get him fired.

Relief in Regrets: Spencer turns to his ex-girlfriend in a time of need.

Rewrapped: Reader tries to be cheeky, but regrets it a little too late to do anything about it.

Rodeo Show: Spencer and Reader weren’t planning on having an audience that morning.

Schrödinger’s Relationship (Part 1, Part 2): Reader finds out Spencer has been dating a kind and cute woman (when he’s not spending the night at her house).

Study Session: Spencer really hates his student, but he can’t resist her.

Vienna: Spencer is a bona fide 40-year-old virgin. After a few months of dating Reader, he finally decides he wants to change that.

Yellow Light: Everyone thinks Reader is dangerous. Probably because she’s Cat’s sister. But is that why Spencer likes her?

Happy reading!

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murdrdocs · 1 year

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This is my first time do something like this so sorry if I any do anything wrong but could you do a professor!ethan Landry x student!reader if you can .

ethan's a creepy prof so ,,, tw for that but no teacher-student behavior here only hypothetical :)

it's wrong. he knows this. there shouldn't even be a 'but' in this situation, but ethan can't keep his eyes away.

at first he tells himself that he'll only look.

you're a good student. a sweet kid. always taking a seat near the front of his lectures, looking engaged and taking notes. and if you weren't note-taking, you were staring at him. he knows he's the professor and students should stare at him, but it's different when you do it. you look at him with your eyes lidded just a bit and something in them. something he thinks he can identify, but he fears what putting a label to it would do to his psyche.

but, he looks. even though the looks start to intensify from his end.

he appreciates when you come to office hours for help or clarification. his dull demeanor does a 180 when he sees an email from you. he makes eye contact with you more and more, smiling at a point in his lecture when a smile isn't truly necessary. but he can't help it when it comes to you.

eventually, he lets himself fantasize. you're the perfect student, everything he could've asked for. and he can't help but wonder if you're perfect in all components. of course, in his (slightly deluded) mind, you are.

he wonders if you'll bat your eyes all prettily when you're alone with him, like how you do in class. he pictures your hands wrapped around his cock, soft palms, manicured nails. his own hand, not nearly as soft as yours, is slicked up and he tugs at his cock. his eyes closed as he thinks about what you'll say to him.

are you naive? would you ask him what to do? "like this, professor? am i doing this right?"

maybe you're a minx, taunting him with a cruel smile and faux innocent eyes. "you like that, professor? like getting off at the hands of your student? that's so naughty of you, don't you think?"

fuck, he doesn't know what he'll do if he doesn't get the chance to have you.

his heels dig into his floor, his head is thrown back, and he cums with warm spurts into his hand. he's barely coming down when his phone chimes on the table, and he picks it up to see an email from you.

'hello, professor,

i'm finding the recent unit a little strenuous and troublesome, and i was wondering if you could tutor me? one on one?'

#i watched bluey while i wrote this #but im always watching bluey #ethansworld!#this was kinda fun tehe #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #scream 6 smut

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yuyusuyu · 9 months

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the law of attraction!

pairing. non idol! uni student! choi san x non idol! fem! uni student! reader

synopsis. is it a blessing or curse in disguise that you and your best friend are in the same psych 340 class? you're not quite sure and you don't want to know either because you get to spend time with your favorite in this entire world - until it starts becoming too hard to control the feelings you have for him. choi san is everything and more to you and you desperately need to be away from him before you accidentally end up kissing him one of these days. except, your prof seems to have different plans when he assigns you and san to be partners for a project... on the law of attraction.

warnings. a little kiss, cursing, a little jealousy, a dt (someone save wooyo!), food/eating

genres. fluff, comedy, romance, friends to lovers, mutual pining

ft. non idol! yeosang, non idol! wooyoung

wc. 3.2k

reblogs and comments are appreciated! helps with not getting shadowbanned!

TRUTH be told, if someone were to tell you that your professor would assign your best friend as your partner to do a research paper on the law of attraction, you’d laugh in their face. why would you do that? it’s simple really: you’d been trying for years (three to be exact) to get choi san to look at you in a romantic way, but nothing ever happened. so why now? why did the universe suddenly do this to you after you swore you’d try moving on from that man? what’s worse is that you have to work on this paper for half of the semester, and you think you’d rather go insane than to work on the paper with choi san.

but that’s how you find yourself sitting across from san at the table in your apartment, laptops open as you both type away what research you find, piping up once in a while to talk about what you’ve found. your mouth runs dry each time you look up to peer at san, taking notice of how his glasses would sometimes fall down the bridge of his nose only for him to push them back, taking notice of how he’d run his hand through his newly-dyed red hair, taking notice of how he’d furrowed his eyebrows when reading something on the screen. eventually, san stretches in his seat, eyes flickering over to you and finding you already staring at him.

he blinks at you, tilting his head. “is there something on my face?”

you shake your head, looking back at the screen in front of you. “no, i was just thinking,” you mumble, already typing away. “you know i have a bad habit of staring at anything when i’m thinking.”

san chuckles softly. “you’re right,” he says, sighing. “have you found anything new?”

snorting, you look up at him. “besides the usual? like attracts like? positive thinking only?” you close your eyes. “i think i’ve hit a dead end over here, what about you?” you open an eye to look at him.

the male also shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. “i’ve basically found the same. how about we start sorting out what we want to include?”

“sounds like a plan,” you groan, stretching your fingers out. “but can we take a break first? i think my ass is numb.”

san laughs. it’s a hearty sound, something that makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside knowing that you’re the reason behind the dimpled grin on his lips. eventually, he calms down and nods, standing up and disappearing into your kitchen. “do you want something to eat?”

“are you asking that as you raid my fridge?” you stare in amusement as san pops his head out from the kitchen, sticking his tongue out at you before retreating back inside.

“yes,” he calls out, followed by the sound of him rummaging through whatever you have. “but i’m also asking in case you’re hungry and want something to eat.”

you think for a moment before replying. “i guess,” you drawl out. “or do you want to order take out?”

“take out!” san says, emerging out from the kitchen. “dude, you have absolutely nothing in your kitchen.”

grimacing, you take out your phone. “i guess that means i have to go grocery shopping on wednesday,” you glance up from your phone, looking at san through your eyelashes. “what do you want to order?”

“a pizza is fine,” he replies. “or fried chicken? i don’t know, you pick.”

“but sannie,” you whine. “you know i can’t choose!”

“okay, okay,” he says, holding out his hand. “i’ll choose, and we’ll split the bill.”

“thank you,” you sing, kissing his cheek and skipping over to the couch where you fall face-first into the cushions.

san laughs before you feel that he’s standing on the other end of the couch, lifting your legs up so he could sit and letting them drop on his lap. “here,” he says, tapping your back with your phone. “i ordered from that pizza place down the street. it should be here in half an hour because they got a lot of orders today.”

“damn,” you say, your voice muffled. “i guess that means we’re going to have an hour-long break.”

“um, no,” san says, chuckling. “we’re going to have a thirty minute break, talk about the project, eat and talk about the project, and then work on the project.”

“project this, project that!” you shuffle around so you can look at san, your cheek pressed against the couch as you reach out to grab your phone. “how about we work on it tomorrow? it’s getting pretty late, you know.”

humming, the male pats your legs, taking out his phone to scroll through whatever he opened. “nice try, yn. but we are going to finish what we started.”

“yessir,” you mumbled, turning to face away from him and going on your phone. it’s then that you see that you have an unread message from someone. tapping on the icon, you see that yeosang, a childhood friend of yours that san has yet to meet, sent you something. yeosang’s humor was a little different from yours, but you found everything funny, so you start laughing at what he sent, shooting up to sit straighter. “you’re stupid,” you laugh, recording what you had just said before typing something else.

san leans over, peering down at your phone. “yeo?” he says, his eyebrows furrowed. “who’s that?”

“yeosang,” you say, your laughter subsiding into giggles, continuing to type as yeosang immediately replies to your message. “you know, my childhood friend.”

“ah,” he hums, nodding. “the one who goes to the uni on the other side of town?”

you nod. “that’s the one! i think he’ll be dropping by to visit. said he’s free this whole week because he finished all of his assignments last week. oh my gosh,” you gasp, turning around and smiling at him. “you two can finally meet each other!”

san laughs softly. “right,” he says. “finally meeting the guy you grew up with.”

“yup! yeo is kind of awkward, by the way,” you say, going back to texting said person. “but he’s a great guy once he gets comfortable with you.”

“is that so…” san mumbles, glancing at you before turning his attention back on his phone. “well, i can’t wait ‘till then.”

it’s then that the doorbell rings. you stand up, heading over towards the door. san jumps up when you squeal, only coming face-to-face with you hugging some guy like your life depended on it.

“yeo, i thought you weren’t stopping by until thursday?”

san feels his stomach drop to the ground as he realizes that the guy you were just hugging, the guy who looks way too handsome for his own good, the guy who is making you smile so much that you seem to be glowing, is none other than this kang yeosang guy he’s been hearing so much about since he meet you in your first year of college together. it’s funny that it’s taken so long for him to meet yeosang, having befriended you instantly after meeting each other at orientation three years ago. he kind of wishes this moment never happened because damn is he feeling so insecure right now.

“yeo, yeo!” you grab his hand, a bounce in your steps as you lead him inside your apartment, yeosang clutching onto the pizza box as he lets you lead him inside your humble abode. you stop when you’re standing in front of san, still grinning. “this is san, the guy i talk to you about. san, this is yeosang, also the guy i talk to you about.”

yeosang places the pizza box you two had ordered on the table next to him, turning around and awkwardly sticking his hand out. “nice to meet you,” he says.

san looks down at his hand, staring at it before slowly reaching out to shake it. he accidentally ends up using a little too much strength because when he looks up to face yeosang, he finds that yeosang is taken aback. he’s confused for a second before yeosang’s grip becomes stronger, taking san aback this time because wow is yeosang strong.

“oh, uh,” yeosang is the first to pull his hand away, sending san a weirded out look of sorts before gesturing towards the pizza box that sits on your table with a nod of his head. “i got this from the delivery guy before ringing the doorbell.”

“thank you, yeo.”

when san glances at you, he’s surprised to see you and yeosang already standing next to each other, looming over the pizza box as you open it. you glance back at san as yeosang holds out a slice for himself and you, motioning him over with a wave of your hand. as he grabs a slice, you whisper something into yeosang’s ear, the male nodding and going over to sit in a chair while you grasp san’s arm, gently pulling him away and into the corridor that leads to your room and the guest bedroom on the opposite end.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, effectively snapping san out of his thoughts.

he clears his throat, pushing his glasses up his nose and then rubbing the back of his neck. “nothing,” he says. “why?”

you narrow your eyes at him, shifting your weight onto your right leg. “because you’re acting weird,” you huff. “listen, if you feel uncomfortable with yeo, tell me, san. i want both of my favorite people in this world to get along with each other.”

favorite people. he, choi san, is one of your favorite people. he hopes it’s just him and mr kang yeosang that’s sitting at your dining table eating away at the pizza he paid for the both of you… regardless of the elephant in the room (in his mind, that being yeosang), san still feels giddy because you just said he is one of your favorite people in this world.

so he nods, following you back into the living room only to deflate when you and yeosang are basically in your own little world.

this, he realizes, was going to be a long night and you two probably won’t be able to finish the goal at hand: the research paper on the law of attraction.

“i’m telling you man,” san huffs into the phone, glancing out of the corridor to see you and yeosang chatting away. “yeosang and yn are attached to the hip… and quite literally!”

he hears wooyoung cackle through other line, wincing at the sound and lifting his phone away from his ear. “dude,” he says. “i told you time and time and time again that you should just make a move on her already!”

san barely gets to reply while he’s busy glaring holes at the back of yeosang’s head, almost choking on air at wooyoung’s next words.

“yn is so in love with you!”

coughing, san glances back to see you turn your head in his direction, worry written all over your features. he quickly hides behind the wall, his back pressed against it as you call out his name.

“i’m fine!” he says. “wooyoung just told me a really funny joke.”

you ah. “okay! tell wooyoung i said hi, by the way!”

“will do!” san waits a couple seconds before angrily whispering into his phone, “jung wooyoung, i am going to kill you next time i see you, you hear me? you’re a dead man.”

“uh-huh,” wooyoung dryly replies. “you’re probably going to die from jealousy before you can even lay a finger on me to be honest. which is why you should probably just confess already!”

san groans, running a hand down his face. “wooyoung, for the millionth time already,” he says. “she does not like me. if anything, she’s probably in love with kang yeosang.”

wooyoung hums. “yeah, keep lying to yourself. listen man,” he pauses for a few seconds, and san can hear some shuffling going on from wooyoung’s end. “i know what i’m saying. that girl is so in love you.”

“woo—”

“shut up and let me finish,” wooyoung snaps. “yn looks at you like you hung the entire galaxy for her, she is that in love with you. yeosang’s probably just like a brother to her, so just man up already and confess to her! i’m getting tired of you two pining over each other, it’s sickening. now,” he clears his throat, “i have to go because i have a date.”

“you have a date?” san asks. “with who—”

“bye, sannie~”

while san was busy talking with wooyoung, you were busy trying to deflect the obvious elephant in the room that yeosang kept bringing up.

“yn,” yeosang sighs. “you need to confess already.”

“wow,” you gasp. “will you look at that?”

yeosang furrows his eyebrows, prompting you to continue. “it looks like i don’t give a fuck!”

he groans at your response. “listen here, missy,” he says, huffing in annoyance. “i’m getting annoyed with his constant glaring and i’m getting annoyed at you, too.”

“what?” you ask, pointing at yourself. “how the heck am i annoying you?”

“you’re literally always complaining to me about trying to move on from him when you keep doing the opposite! either do something or i will.”

you scoff, narrowing your eyes. “you wouldn't dare.”

“oh,” yeosang throws his head back, laughing before he rolls his head to the side, looking at you dead in the eye. “i would.”

his phone rings, making him take his phone out. he unlocks it, reading whatever he was seeing before standing up just as san walks back into the living room.

“i have to go,” yeosang says. you stand up and follow him to the door. “my girlfriend said her mom wants to take us out for lunch,” he pauses, grimacing. “she's probably going to make us wear what her mom gave us a while back…”

you snort, leaning against the doorway as yeosang slips his shoes on, san standing behind you and resting his chin on your head, almost as if it was second nature to do so. yeosang quirks an eyebrow in amusement while you start speaking. “the ones you showed me a while back?” you ask. “you know, the ones that said she's with—”

“stop,” yeosang says, sighing as he holds up his hand. “don't remind me.”

yeosang opens the door, and you push yourself off the wall and head to hug him. “do something about your crush, okay?” yeosang whispers, pulling away and waving at san.

you hum. “i'll think about it. tell her i said hi, by the way.”

“will do.”

with that, yeosang leaves and you and san stay at the doorway before you shut the door.

“i, uh, didn't know he had a girlfriend,” says san all of a sudden. you look up at him as you walk past him and back to the dining table where you grab your laptop off the surface and head to your couch.

“yeosang and his girlfriend have been dating since we started college,” you hum, plopping down and opening your laptop. “she's amazing. they compliment each other well.”

“is that so?” san follows you, taking his laptop off the dining table and sitting down next to you.

“yeah,” you say. “should we… start working on the project?”

san nods, quietly opening his laptop. he doesn't know why, but he feels like his shoulders feel lighter and he can actually breathe now that he yeosang left and now that he knows yeosang has a girlfriend.

somehow, the sun has already disappeared and has been replaced by a sliver of the moon, both you and san also (somehow) find yourselves sitting on the ground. san has his legs splayed underneath the coffee table while you have your legs up to your knee, laptop propped on top of them.

“i say we approach this differently,” you say. “everyone's going to be applying the law on friends and whatnot, but we should apply it to each other.”

san raises his eyebrows, his fingers stopping their little dance across his keyboard as he looks at you. “apply it to each other?”

you nod. “yeah! think about it,” placing your laptop on the coffee table, you twist around to face and san does the same, knees bumping into each other. “since everybody basically has the same information and will have the same approach to the application, we should try approaching it differently so we can get a better grade than the rest.”

“and how do you want to go about it?” san yawns, groaning softly as he stretches his arms.

“that is an excellent question.” you grin, leaning forwards slightly. san quietly gasps, eyes widening. he hopes you didn't hear, and it seems like you didn't because you carry on with your thought. “honestly, since it's just basically manifestation, positive vibes only, like attracts like stuff,” you pause, huffing, “i guess we should take the easy approach with like attracts like, unfortunately.”

“how about we do that and the manifestation part?” he hums.

“that's not a bad idea,” you say. “we can honestly then weave in the positive vibes only rule since technically the manifestation and like attracts like are… the same.”

your eyebrows furrow as you think about the realization you just had, making san giggle. the noise grabs your attention, and san feels short of breath as you stare at him with stars in your eyes. as if in a trance, you both start leaning forwards until you're almost touching noses.

“like attracts like,” you whisper, almost as if you're afraid that if you speak any louder, whatever is going on right now would get ruined.

san nods, humming, not trusting his voice at the moment. his eyes flicker down to your lips before flickering back to your eyes, staring at you in surprise at your next words.

“i like you san.”

“you,” he breathes out, licking his lips nervously. “you like me?”

you slowly nod, watching his every movement. “i do… the question now here is: do you like me back?”

san grins, dimples appearing as he leans forwards, resting his forehead against yours as his breath fans your lips. “i like you,” he says. “i've liked you since our first year.”

you gasp, pulling back immediately and slapping his shoulder. “you… you're an idiot, choi san!”

he whines, rubbing the spot on his arm that you had slapped. “what did i do?”

“are you blind?” you huff with narrowed eyes, arms crossed over your chest. “i've been trying to get you to like me since then!”

“what?” san looks at you, genuinely surprised. “are you sure? because i swear i was the one that was trying to get you to like me.”

as you stare at each other, you both burst out into laughter.

“wow,” you say in between your giggles. “maybe like really does attract like.” implying that both of you are dumb.

san finds himself smiling so wide that his cheeks hurt as he cups your cheeks, running his thumb over the expanse of your cheek gently. “yeah,” he breathes out, his gaze flickering over your face until it falls on your lips. “maybe you're right.”

“you know i'm usually right,” you quietly reply, looking up at san through your eyelashes before closing your eyes just as san presses his lips against yours.

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three--rings · 1 year

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thought of a story that I haven't told that tumblr may enjoy.

So I majored in psychology in undergrad, right, and when you take psych classes they almost always require you to do a certain number of hours of being an experimental research subject, right, because professors have to publish and need someone they can force into their studies without paying, right?

And like that's fine if it's 4 hours for one class, but when you're doing an entire psych major in two years like I did, that's a LOT of hours of research studies.

And we all dreamt of getting in those fun social psych experiments where they fuck with your head, right? And not the ones where they make you sit in front of a laptop and do math for an hour. (They made me DO MATH Y'ALL. "This is an experiment in how well you learn under certain conditions." Conclusion: you suck at this.)

Anyway, you'd get funny things like one time I turned up on campus on a freaking SATURDAY for a study and sat around in a courtyard with like 30 other people while nothing happened and all of us talking about like "hey, uh, do you think THIS is the study? Like to see if we leave?" But no, just no one turned up for us and we didn't get our freaking hours.

But one time I DID end up in one of those freaky social psych studies. So to be fair, I had insider knowledge, because again, psych major. So I signed up intentionally to my social psych profs study. Hoping at least it wouldn't be math.

And I arrive and am greeted by...the TA for my social psych class wearing a fat suit.

It's like IDK April or something and Texas and 80+ degrees and she's in a long skirt and a sweatshirt. And also she's MY TA. I recognize her. I even say "Oh, hi!" like I would when seeing someone I know on campus. And she greets me like she vaguely recognizes me. But, normally she is not approximately 280-300lbs.

So, I'm, like REALLY REALLY sure it's a fat suit. Like....99.5% sure.

But not 100%.

And so what the FUCK do you SAY to THAT? Well, obviously you don't say FUCKING SHIT. You pretend nothing is fucking weird, right? Because the very, very small chance that you are WRONG and this isn't a normally thin girl in a fatsuit but a real person who is shaped like that is still...NOMINALLY THERE and OMG what if you comment on it and you're WRONG?

So I get ushered into this little room and shown a bunch of pictures of people and asked to rate them on various things like competency and attractiveness, this is normal social psych survey stuff, except I'm SURE the experiment is does the person in the room with you and their appearance change your ratings.

And the whole time I'm distracted as FUCK, cause I'm just sitting there thinking "am I wrong and this isn't my TA somehow? no, no, pretty much ALMOST certain I'm right...etc." And "why would anyone be wearing a sweatshirt in this weather/building if they WEREN'T wearing a fatsuit?"

But MAYBE the point of the experiment is "will this person call out an obvious fake fat person?" And should I do so or not? Is this social pressure to conform and not speak the truth I know? Should I say something? I, uh, may have had an unknown and untreated anxiety disorder at this point in my life so, yeah I'm LOSING MY MIND and probably acting like a FREAK.

So anyway, eventually I decide okay, obviously you can't say anything because yeah...but you will be debriefed once this is over and you'll FIND OUT THE TRUTH. You won't have this lingering doubt in your mind when this is over because they will debrief you.

If you don't know human research, debriefing is when, after all the experiment data collection is over, they inform the subject of what the topic of the research was and explain any tricks or deception or anything to them. (We played distracting music to see how you did on the test...) If there was any potential distress involved it should be dealt with by examiners, etc. Usually in practice you are handed a slip of paper that explains the purpose of the study and what you did.

Usually you don't care and barely read it. But I was dying to be debriefed. I wanted her to be like "yeah I am wearing a fatsuit" and me to be like "lol, yeah I know, cause like, I know you right?" And if the secret purpose of the experiment was actually "will you say something" then I will be told that and get to explain why I didn't.

Like sometimes debrief also involves follow-up questions that helps determine why you gave responses you did or whether you should actually have your data thrown out for some outlier reason (like the person faking being fat is my fucking TA).

So we get done with all the questions and leave the small room. And we're in the antechamber and the TA is like "okay, cool, thanks bye" and directs me to the door. And doesn't hand me a debrief slip or mention debriefing AT ALL.

And now I'm fucking SPOOKED. It's a TRICK and they want you to SAY SOMETHING and you're going to try to leave without saying anything and they will then stop you and debrief you. So I wait, for like...several seconds, waiting for her to remember debrief and just get stared at so I go "oh okay" and like stutter-step my way to the door of the office and like open it and turn back and she's already gone, and so I like, step out into the quad and am like "what. the. fuck."

And I literally stand there like "should I go back in and ask to be debriefed?" Literally I knew enough to know that THIS IS THE PURPOSE OF DEBRIEFING to not leave subjects wondering about shit like this and not leave them with nagging doubts and questions.

And the only really mysterious experiment of my life just failed to debrief me.

But of course I don't do anything but walk slowly away.

And it's now 20+ years later and I never did find anything out. Except you can DAMN well bet I confirmed at my next class that 1) yeah that was TOTALLY my fucking TA, I was right and 2) NO she was actually really slim.

So I'm sure it was about how a fatsuit (or *cough* sorry "attractiveness") of an interviewer changes responses to surveys. But I'm STILL mad I wasn't debriefed because it's fucking annoying and violates HRB standards and I could have gotten them in serious trouble over that by reporting it. And also my data should have been thrown out.

Also this is why you shouldn't trust psychology studies because the subject pool is SHITTY AS FUCK. "Psychology is the study of the average American college sophomore" as one of my profs quipped and then didn't change his method of getting subjects.

#threerings' stories #psychology

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pocketisla · 9 days

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I'll shape my love into cubes and dip them in chocolate fondue 🍫

I got'chu fellow Luca stan 😌

Hehe he's so sleepy he's holding the cup the wrong way! He's so relatable to me I also say sorry to the door when I close it too hard not just the fridge doors or the plants when I step on them Hes clumsy falls over He's so cute though

Good thing no one reads these because I talk a lot that that's why I'm a Trumpet 🎺 (Talkative crumpet) and not a Crumpet and I want to reread my shet in the future

I have difficulties finishing his wedding art because I keep giggling and feeling kilig (romantic excitement) so have this for now

YEEEEEE HAHONEEEYYYMOOOONNNN

I can't believe we're married to him Honestly expected Hui! HAHAHA I was so focused on Andrew's audio I jumped out my seat when he mentioned Luca and lost focus completely the same way I did when I heard about the honeymoon in the stream 🤣 I really got over my Andrew phase once I started listening to Luca Niall Matias Jonah and Kayson 🤣🤪 Sorry Darling

Wuca deserves the world Hes probably an overthinker drowning on the what ifs but still makes bold moves He aint a party baby but had he not gone there he wouldn't have met Babe He also stayed as Prof Angsty Wangsty's TA even though his work ethic's probably tough for him He was bullied but he's still so bright to everyone he meets He does everything in his power to make sure Babe is happy looks for stuff within his budget and goes far as to cosplay or to share everything

I'd like to imagine Andrew and Luca's heart to heart was like or started like Luca was clumsy or so off maybe he sighed a lot or maybe his face looked so pouty that Andrew had to ask if he was okay or not Because I doubt Luca would want to/he thinks he will burden others or waste time when he shares his struggles Maybe he was struggling about our proposal or the wedding or the HONEYMOON HEHE He's a psych major too right maybe he shared what he thinks his struggles in the lense of a psych major That's be so nice Do you think Wuca psychoanalyzes us hashsh

Poor baby he deserves all the happiness after being bullied and being alone for so long I love him saur much 🥺

Aw I lost my train of thought just live laugh love Luca okay? Okay

#zsakuva #sakuverse #husband #luca #married hmph hmph hmph 😼#HAHONEYMOON #proud trumpet

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for not talking with my professor first?

I (19X) had a Women’s Psych class last Spring. Throughout the first few weeks I would bring up trans people in discussions (I am one) and my experience in HRT because gender essentialism is really pervasive, even in academic spaces. Every single time my prof. brings up how this is good discussion for Ch4 (Gender and Sexuality).

The class on ch4 comes and to talk about trans people my prof. pulls up the Joe Rogan podcast ft. Jordan Peterson. It ended, I spoke how this was harmful rhetoric for the last few mins of class and immediately left because I was having an anxiety attack.

After I spoke with my University’s Pride Student Union, and other orgs before speaking with my professor and I had a couple people tell me I should speak with her first.

When we did talk I said “If a trans person is telling you that what you’re saying is harmful, you need to take that to heart.” She said no so I immediately left.

Theres so much more that happened and this has just been eating at me lately and I need some outside opinions…

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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I'm writing a paper on the subject of Nature vs. Nurture in DID, and while I usually hate interacting with system accs for personal reasons (before assumptions get made, yes I do have DID), I want to clarify something for both aspects:

1. For the nature aspect first: While DID isn't necessarily inherited, other categories of disorders such as schizophrenic + psychotic, anxiety, and bipolar disorders have higher genetic correlations, which can affect the perception and handling of stress kn individuals. The same applies for disabilities such as ASD, Down Syndrome, ADHD, Epilepsy, etc.

Take a child who has ASD and Sensory Processing disorder, for example, and compare them to a neurotypical child. Put them in the same traumatizing scenario, let's say one with high sensory and stress output. While the neurotypical child may still be traumatized, and that trauma isn't diminished or reduced by being neurotypical, the neurodivergent one may have a higher, more adverse reaction due to their perception of the world, the event, and their input and handling of stress.

You can make the argument for any sort of nurture-based event, that nature, or genetics, has always some form to do with it. Since we are all different (or most of us), our reactions are very imdividual, and someone with a panic disorder is going to react a lot strongly to abuse than a child without one. It's why in this community you see a lot of overlap with pwCDDs and people who are mentally disabled.

While genetic links between DID are very sparse, there are other factors to consider that tie genes to the development of the disorder and formation of alters, which also includes brain chemistry, as people with DID if I recall correctly have smaller hippocampuses. (Do not quote me on that, it's been a While since I read the paper that stated smth similar)

2. For the nurture aspect: Nurture is anything environmental, that is not tied to genes, which is self-explanatory. The model currently theorized for Dissociative Identity Disorder states how trauma and stress leads to the formation of alters as a defense mechanism, as the identity of a child fails to properly integrate, and that further splitting is a result of extreme emotional responses.

It's why (if I remember correctly) about 90% of D.I.D. patients recall some form of childhood adversity or stress, with it most commonly being abuse, but that's not always the case.

The model (very directly) implies a strong correlation between the environment of a child to the disorder. And yes, in psychology we NEVER use the word prove. There will always be inexplicable exceptions, especially since the research on the disorder is very limited already (For context: DID was added into the DSM collection only recently, there's still debate on its existence.)

3. We can never label something as 100% nature or 100% nurture, it's impossible, because to do that, you need to both apply it to 100% of the population, across all eras of time, and traumatize people (primarily children) in the process of doing so.

However, with the statistics gained, we ASSUME a CORRELATION, not causation. We correlate trauma with stress, and stress with disorder, which doesn't mean that they cause one another, but they come in very tight pairs.

The key words here are prove and cause, which in my psych course, the first thing my prof. told us is to NEVER say those words.

We can never tightly prove that trauma will always cause DID, or that it causes it to begin with, but from our models, we can make assumptions and connections. We can make a valid assumption that intense childhood adversity leads to DID based on our research. We can make a valid assumption that children with neurological, developmental, and psychological problems have higher rates of reacting adversely to stress.

I cannot name something in the field that isn't at least a *little* mix of both. Because yes, while nurture plays a role, the susceptibility to crack under said nurture is dependent on your nature as a person. And yes, while your nature may be to have certain tendencies, your nurture can deter the path you take on said tendencies, how you learn to handle them.

I'll give two examples, CW for Drug Use

For the former, let's say you grow up in a very disordered family, versus you grow up in a very well-kept home. However, the one with the disordered family does not have a family history of drug use, whille the other does. Just because of their NURTURE, doesn't mean that it'll dictate their life. The first one may stay clean for the rest of their life, while the second may end up an addict, since they have a higher, natural susceptibility to being latched or addicted to drugs.

Now for the latter, let's use the inverse. Both children have a history of drug use in their family. It may just be that both children have a high risk of addiction because of their NATURE. Yet, the second child ends up clean for life, while the first one becomes an addict, because of the way they were raised and grew up. They had a better nurtured space which allowed them to manage their feelings and stress better than the first one.

Both nature AND nurture plays a role in these people's fates, and the same goes for every single thing in psychology. It will always be a little mix of both.

Now, whether there is a lean towards one side is different. I'll give you an example: Sexuality. While yes, people raised in environments with higher acceptance rates of queer people and higher education on sexuality have more queer people, there is greater research and links to sexuality being genetic, such as people in less accepting areas still having a queer population, and the reverse as well. However, you still can't neglect the nurture aspect of it, even if it's more strongly linked to nature. Remember, correlation, not causation.

So, to sum it all up because this is getting really long, it's nature AND nurture. Correlation not causation. Links instead of prove.

Sincerely, a student who has spent WAY too much time and energy researching this to only end up with a stupid piece of paper in a few years.

(P.S., I would HIGHLY appreciate linking this to one of the reblogs, as I feel it will help a lot of people in the end ^^)

I’m so grateful for all of this information and I do appreciate it a lot.

This is a link to where this context fits: https://www.tumblr.com/anti-endo-haven/748894450255806464/this-is-the-right-account-lmao-okay-anywho

I don’t know what all to add to this because it’s good information besides adding onto the information (that will also be posted with a link back to this) that this is NOT endo propaganda. This is about DID and OSDD. And this better explains things that I got wrong and other people might not know about.

(For those that are like “how did you not know?” I did not know that nuture trauma was what abuse tends to be called, it has never once been considered “nuture” trauma to me until the first rb with information and now this one.)

#anti endo #endos dni #did system #system #actually did #osddid #traumagenic system #endos not for you #did plural #actually traumagenic #did plurality #osdd plural #osdd plurality #tw drug mention #cw drug mention

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