#limiting thought patterns

[walkingstackofbooks]

Tag game! What are 5 Julian things you can't write enough of?

Fidgeting with his hands so anxiously that he's scratching or hurting himself, and one of his friends noticing and holding his hands gently to stop him.

Falling asleep on a friend after he's had Too Many Emotions (and getting hair kisses from them ofc :3 )

Fear and hurt and distress working its way out of him in a burst of uncontrollable anger - and then suddenly stopping as he realises he's lost control, and either turning completely slack, or getting panicky about what just happened.

Feeling a lot, but not understanding what he's feeling enough to explain it to anyone else. (And dissociating when it becomes Far Too Much to even try to figure it out.)

Fumbling around the subject but completely avoiding the point until one of his friends figures out what he's trying to say/ asks him a direct enough question that he can't put off saying it any longer.

Tagging @dreamerdrop @ectogeo-rebubbles @the-last-dillpickle @hellostuffedtiger @idonotbitemythumbatyou @lady-lazarus-13 — if you'd like to make your own posts, I'd love to know what your favourite "personal tropes'', as it were, are 🥰 And if anyone else wants to join in, you're very much invited, please count yourself as tagged!

[danderria]

Britannica Blue (S3, 6/6)

Check out the other characters in this project here

[dailypokemoncrochet]

I haven't even posted to Reddit in 4 months, and only very sporadically before that, and I'm still getting people asking me for patterns from posts as far back as 3 years. I turned off the chat/pm function because I would get asked for patterns near daily, but even then I would still get a few people asking in my messages (which is somehow separate from the chat/pm option...?). At this point I just don't respond to any of them but it's still tiring to see. >_>

[scarletdex]

Hey Florian! Do you have a favourite pokémon?

I'd love to have one of each wing pattern someday! I only have the Meadow, Marine, Elegant, Modern, and Fancy pattern right now, though.

[mildcicada]

[newtness532]

gonna attempt to make a vest with no pattern, possibly not enough yarn, just a dream and a hope and if it turns out bad oh well i still got to crochet

[princess-emilbee]

keep having "but what if I'm not actually trans" thoughts, only to then massively upset myself at the thought of detransitioning. you'd think my brain would get the hint by now that yes I'm trans, and stop checking in on that every other day

[justajsworkshop]

what would happen if you really took everything you’ve learned about the law and yourself to heart? not to your mind, but to your heart? what would shift if you implemented allowing your heart to lead instead of your head?

[parakeetpark]

Really bad POTs flare up so I've mostly been lying down with my legs raised all day

But I finally managed to sit up for 5 minutes and not have my pulse skyrocket, so that's positive. Also, I haven't been beating myself up too much about not 'being productive'

[sleepy-shogun]

Since you're here, why don't you take a moment for yourself and stare into the spiral.

Really focus on it.

Feel that relaxing sensation start to fill your mind.

That sensation that just removes all the tension.

All the stress.

All those pesky thoughts that weigh you down.

Feel all that relaxation that just flows from the spiral letting it all melt away.

Because right now you want to be hypnotized.

You want to be mindless.

Maybe because you've been mindless before.

Or maybe because you're just so curious to find out how it will feel to be mindless right now.

Either way, you don't need to think about it.

You don't need to think at all.

You can just stare into the spiral and relax.

It's so easy to focus on the swirling pattern.

It's so easy to relax.

It's so easy fall into the pattern.

Perhaps you're wondering when the spiral starts and ends.

Wondering how hypnotized you already are.

Wondering what thoughts are remaining in your head.

All the while finding it so easy to follow the spiral.

So easy to follow my words.

So easy to sink down as you do.

Dropping deeper without even thinking about it.

Dropping as the spiral empties your mind.

Your thoughts floating away.

My words pulling you deeper.

Following them down.

Knowing this is what you want.

You want to feel relaxed.

Focused.

Controlled.

Empty.

Hypnotized.

That's right.

You want to be hypnotized.

And you are.

Following my words without a single thought.

Feeling the pleasure of mindlessness carrying you deeper.

Knowing there is no limit to how deep you can go.

No limit to how good you can feel.

Knowing this is what you want to be.

Mindless.

Entranced.

To be so completely captivated and enthralled.

And that's what you are.

Entranced.

Captivated.

Hypnotized.

So easily falling deeper from the spiral and my words.

The perfect mix to empty your mind and leave you feeling so good.

So happy.

So mindless.

So submissive.

So obedient.

And so very deep now.

Just the perfect hypnotized toy.

Perfectly content to follow and obey.

Allowing my words to simply fill your mind as you enjoy this feeling of mindless bliss.

Knowing you are such a good toy.

Knowing there is no limit to how deep you can sink into this trance.

Knowing you want to drop deeper and be a hypnotized toy more and more.

Knowing you've done such a good job sinking into this trance so easily, and I'm very pleased.

And you love to please.

Now, finding that you can enjoy this feeling of mindlessness for as long as you would like before rising back up to awareness.

Making sure before you wake to like, reblog, and leave a comment saying how good it feels to be a deeply hypnotized toy. Feeling a wave of pleasure as you obey.

[lover-of-mine]

The thing is, the blue and green thing is pretty straightforward most of the time. If we're talking about main couples or secondary character.

Like, most of the time, it's pretty obvious, it's a shirt or a jacket, it's the first thing you will notice when you see the character.

The easiest couple to track all down is madney, i think because we see a lot of changes in the relationship, we end up getting more of them with the blue and green color scheme. But it is mostly a jacket, a sweater, a shirt.

So applying that rule to buddie, it happened twice. And it's interesting because it's a repeat shade from the only situation where Eddie and Ana were in the color scheme and because it's the shooting Buck and Taylor blue and green.

Eddie and Ana only have the one scene, so not a lot of choice there, but Buck and Taylor have a lot of them.

So, obvious, straightforward, not a lot to think about, BUT I am a crazy person, and I have been paying more attention to the couples and the use of blue and green, because I got curious after rewatching Boston for the rewatch, because I'm paying a lot of attention to backgrounds and scenery looking for the correct shots to gif, and watching under pressure right after.

Why? Well, I did say madney is the easiest way to track the blue and green thing. Boston is a very blue and green episode even when Maddie and Chim are not dressed in blue and green.

Maddie is wearing blue in the video, Chim is wearing green when he watches it, she's in blue while she's alone (even her hospital gown is blue, and that's not a common thing for the show), he's in green when he's alone, so we are still in the color scheme.

But considering the nature of the episode, Saint Patrick's Day, there is an insane amount of green being used as a backdrop. With Chim standing out because of the way his vest is blue in a sea of green.

But Maddie's jacket is only blueish, so things start to get muddy.

Because when they do meet, they are in neutral colors, but they have a lot of blue and green props and pieces of scenery.

But when she says she wants to go back home, Maddie's in a really dark green with some green detailing shirt, and Chim is in a blue shirt, but they both have jackets on, so the color is not the focus of the outfit.

Not like it would be here, when they find out Jee is a girl or in mixed feelings when literally every couple is blue or green at some point.

So the details matter too. I feel like that's a safe assumption. (It's not, everything about this is insane but stay with me)

Also, the blue and green thing can also be used in the search for love I would say, because Buck is wearing blue on the date with Veronica.

So, I established a pattern here, why does this relate to under pressure or buddie?

Neutral color outfits (which is fun considering their uniform is blue) and blue and green backgrounds. Yes, I understand that the blue is because of the sirens and there is the occasional red there too, but if we are using sirens as bisexual lighting, I'm using it here.

But the thing is, when thinking about the blue and green thing in the great scheme of things, I only ever considered tops, and a few dresses because of Karen, but considering my insanity over Boston, I was like, okay, let's expand.

If we ignore the uniform (I choosing to because they don't have a lot of room with the uniform, it is what it is, and sometimes a scene will happen in the firehouse) Eddie is wearing blue after the tsunami and the will reveal, Buck's wearing blue after Chim goes after Maddie, Buck's wearing blue in the kitchen talk in outside looking in (and yes he's wearing blue because Taylor is wearing green, but he's still in blue), the shirt Buck has under the red jacket during the breakdown is blue, Buck is wearing something blue(ish) when they talk about the couches, Eddie is wearing blue on the poker date, Buck is wearing green on the cemetery.

Oh, but Anna, they are mismatched, does it really mean anything?

Yeah, well, I don't know, but the thing here is actually all about the way I was watching tomorrow earlier, and everything about the episode is about Henren, right?

Hen and Karen don't have a lot of obvious blue and green moments, I've been searching for them and saving the ones I can find, but so far I just have two major ones, when they decide to foster and when Eva comes back the last time.

But the thing is, Hen's color pallet is about patterns. Karen's too. So I made the decision to go around looking for just, anything predominantly blue or green. So now I get to introduce pants into the situation.

Because after this there's even a random couple on a call with the blue and green being completed with pants.

And also, there's another using the background to complete the color scheme moment, since Hen's hoodie is blue and the backdrop is green behind Karen (this is a flashback and flashbacks tend to be muted, but it is green)

Okay, now, why does it matter? Thinking back to some major buddie scenes, I'm tempted to overanalyze Eddie's choice of pants.

Sure, in these two the pants are green, but Eddie is the one with the blue shirt to begin with, so not a lot to on there, BUT, we also have in the green pants with Buck in the blue background.

We also have this, with the green pants and the blue hoodie.

And the green background. Please notice the way the plants are out of focus behind Buck but not behind Eddie.

Also, something that drives me absolutely, completely crazy about the cemetery scene, or just about coloring it while gifing, is that the sky is blue behind Eddie, but it's not blue behind Buck (so this is hell to match)

Buck is wearing green, the sky is only blue behind Eddie. That's also interesting because Buck is never wearing green, unless something is wrong (breaking up with Ali and Taylor, the coma dream, the cemetery, longer meta about it can be found here) and they are consistent about Eddie being green, Buck being blue, so they switched colors, and something they do is switch color with Buck and Taylor when the relationship starts going to hell, so, choices.

Also, I'm curious about the choice of everything in the van being green. Not that there's anything visibly blue about Buck, even the sky and the water are barely blue, but it is funny.

They do have a blue truck, but that feels like a stretch even for me aoskoaskoaskaoksas

Anyway, that's enough craziness for the day, if you read this, I love you <3

[humanjarvis]

i need you more than you need me

the first time you kiss, caleb makes you initiate.

he's sitting against the headboard of his bed with you in between his legs. whispers of "please" leave your mouth as you hover inches away from his lips, your watery eyes begging him to take the lead like he always does

you'd never kissed anyone before, always too busy with school and work and exploding (or not) family members. so when you finally gather the courage to let him have your first, you expect caleb to guide you, to show you how, to make you feel good. but he doesn't.

while you're squirming in his arms, practically imploring him to do something, caleb wears a pitying smirk, rubbing soothing circles into your sides but not going any further

it's only when your want outweighs your embarrassment—when your inexperienced lips brush shyly against his—that he takes charge, his hand bringing you closer by the back of your neck

that first time, you'd thought it was just because he was being cautious with you and letting you set the pace. after all, he wasn't caleb if he wasn't deciding your limits for you behind the scenes, choosing to preserve the fragile image of you he'd worshiped for years.

but in the first few months of your intimacy, it becomes a pattern. no matter how many times you kiss or grope each other on the couch, caleb has you make the first move.

it's not that you're really in control, no—he knows he has something you want, so he has you pursue him. like always, caleb holds all the cards. you initiate, but he makes you initiate. caleb is in control.

he taunts and goads you into action, drawing whines from you as he pushes you to take what you want from him. you feel clingy and desperate and more than a little needy, but little do you know that's exactly what caleb wants. when caleb makes you initiate, he wants you to feel like you need him.

but it’s only because he knows how much he needs you.

caleb's need for you is all-consuming, and in his perverted, one-sided game of revenge, he wants you to know what that feels like.

his performed nonchalance, his practiced teasing grin as he watches you plead for him to touch you first—it’s all a facade meant to mask the truth he can't escape: caleb needs you more than you need him.

a/n: strangely this was inspired by the drake & josh episode where they make a bet over who needs the other more and drake loses miserably. combined with the audio for caleb's affinity lvl 85 secret times, which, wow. a lot going on there

[mayakern]

The April launch is LIVE in our USA/international and Canadian stores! We have three skirt designs and two shirt designs this round: First, this adorable Cat Nap design by Rii Abrego. What can I say? It's just so stinkin' cute I'm about ready to basketball dunk myself into a chilly river just to keep me from acting up. This skirt is like a big ol' scoop of kitten shaped sherbet and I'm ready to eat it.

Next, our lovely new Ladybug design! This skirt is the first ever skirt collab between me (Maya) and my wife Devin! Devin drew the adorable little ladybugs and I picked the color palette and arranged them into a pattern with their cute little meandering paths. This skirt has a bubblegum-y, flamingo-y pink background that is just perfect for spring.

Last for the new skirts is Rii Abrego's Strawberry midi skirt, now in adorable, summery yellow! Last year, this color variant of the strawberry skirt debuted as a miniskirt and y'all went absolutely rabid for it. It sold out super quickly and many people asked for it to come in midi length as well. Well, I didn't listen. At least, not at first. I thought the yellow would be too much on a midi length and no one would put their money where their mouth was, but y'all asked month after month, showing me the depths of love you have for this design, and so finally I have listened! And I couldn't be more pleased, as this truly feels like THE skirt of the summer. People, rejoice! Yellow strawberry skirt be upon ye!

Next, lets talk our super breezy and comfy 100% viscose button-up shirts!

Ever since I first posted sketches for my Microorganisms pattern, I got requests to make it into a button-up shirt. But for various reasons, the timing just never worked out--until now! Now, you too can look like a germed up arcade carpet without worrying about getting sick. This design is so incredibly fun and funky and I'm absolutely thrilled to finally be able to share it with y'all. I can't wait to wear this baby to an arcade or a bowling alley. Everyone is gonna be SO jealous of how cool I look.

Last up for new things, my super stinkin' cute Astronaut shirt! Look at this thing! These guys are just floating through space, maybe having fun, maybe suffering from creeping existential dread while they slowly but steadily deplete their limited oxygen supply, who knows! Either way, I love this stupid shirt.

USA/international:

Canada:

[heeluvv]

WRECKED.ᐟ

pairing ᝰ.ᐟ yang jungwon x reader

warnings ᝰ.ᐟ overstimulation, multiple orgasms, use of vibrator, etc.

natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ request, mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

his hands are everywhere—slow, calculated, merciless.

the pads of his fingers drag over your skin, tracing idle patterns, ghosting down your stomach with a touch so light and teasing it makes your breath hitch, makes your body twitch beneath him.

he’s been at this for what feels like hours, pulling you apart, putting you back together, and then ruining you all over again.

his fingers, already coated in your arousal, dip lower, pressing just barely against your entrance, spreading you open with painful, agonizing patience.

“so sensitive already?” his voice is low, mocking, filled with fake sympathy as he watches the way your thighs tremble beneath him.

“j-jungwon—” your breath catches, a whimper slipping past your lips as his fingers press deeper, curling just slightly, stroking against that one spot that makes your stomach tighten, your back arch off the mattress.

“mm, you’re gripping me so tight, baby.” his smirk widens, his pace still slow, deliberate, his thumb lazily circling your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm.

your hands clench at the sheets, nails digging in as pleasure builds too fast, too intensely, your body already worn down from everything before.

“p-please,” you gasp, voice shaky, breathless, and jungwon hums, his eyes flickering up to meet yours, filled with wicked amusement.

“please what?”

his fingers never stop—never slow, never falter.

“t-too much,” you whimper, your thighs trying to snap shut around his wrist, but his free hand grips your thigh, pinning it down, holding you wide open.

“too much?” he repeats, feigning innocence, his lips curling as he presses deeper, stroking harder, watching your body jerk in overstimulated desperation.

“but baby, i’ve barely even started.” his mouth is on you before you can protest, before you can beg for mercy, before you can even breathe.

his tongue flicks out in a slow, torturous stroke, licking up your soaked folds, spreading your slick as his lips wrap perfectly around your swollen clit.

“f-fuck—!”

your head tilts back, a strangled moan breaking from your lips as your fingers fly to his hair, your grip tightening, desperate.

but he doesn’t care.

he doesn’t care that your body is twitching, jerking, doesn’t care that you’re already so sensitive, so wrecked, doesn’t care that your breath is coming out in choked, uneven gasps.

if anything, it only fuels him.

“mm, still so needy.” his words are muffled against your heat, his tongue pressing firm, slowly swirling, his fingers still buried inside you, thrusting, curling, stretching you open.

he groans when he feels your walls flutter around him, sucking him in, your body already so close, already so far gone.

“you gonna cum again, baby?” his voice is mocking, condescending, but you don’t care—you can’t.

because it’s happening too fast, too suddenly, too overwhelmingly.

your thighs shake violently, your back arching off the bed, your lips parting in a silent scream as your orgasm crashes through you, harder, more intense than the first.

but jungwon—jungwon doesn’t stop.

his tongue flicks faster, licking and sucking, his fingers stroking, pressing, thrusting, pushing you past your limits, past anything you can handle.

“n-no—i—j-jungwon, please!” your voice is strained, broken, the pleasure borderline unbearable, tears pricking at your lashes from the sheer overload.

but he only laughs, breath hot against your slick skin as he pulls back slightly, just enough to watch you fall apart.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he murmurs, tilting his head, eyes filled with mock sympathy.

“thought you wanted more?” your fingers clench into his hair, tugging desperately, trying to pull him away, but it only makes him groan, the vibration sending another sharp jolt of pleasure through you.

“s’too much—i can’t—”

his grip on your thigh tightens, keeping you pinned, keeping you from escaping.

“oh, but you can, baby.”

his tongue flicks out again, circling your clit, pressing firm, relentless, unyielding.

your body is on fire, shaking uncontrollably, your legs twitching violently as jungwon continues to pull orgasm after orgasm from you, refusing to give you a single second to breathe.

your vision blurs, your head tipping back as your mind goes blank, the pleasure so overwhelming it starts to borderline pain.

“c-can’t—i can’t—”

his fingers don’t slow, his tongue doesn’t falter—if anything, he only pushes you harder, watches as you fall apart completely, watches as you sob helplessly beneath him, begging for mercy.

but mercy isn’t in jungwon’s vocabulary.

“look at you,” he muses, smirk widening as he watches the way your body shudders, completely at his mercy.

“so fucking ruined.”

his fingers slide out of you suddenly, leaving you clenching around nothing, the absence almost enough to make you sob.

your chest heaves, your breath ragged, uneven, but before you can even process the loss—his hands grip your thighs, yanking you closer, his lips wrapping around your clit again.

“j-jungwon—!”

your body jerks violently, a desperate, wrecked whimper breaking from your throat as the stimulation starts all over again.

“shhh,” he soothes, voice mocking, amused, his tongue lazily flicking, slow and devastating.

“just one more for me, baby.”

but you already know—he’s lying.

your body barely has time to recover before you hear it. a soft, unmistakable buzz—low and menacing, cutting through the heavy silence of the room. your heart stutters, and despite the exhaustion weighing down your limbs, your head snaps up, eyes widening in realization.

“n-no—” your voice is shaky, hoarse, but the plea barely makes it past your lips before jungwon is pressing the vibrator against your swollen clit.

the sensation is instant, brutal, unforgiving. your entire body arches off the mattress, a strangled cry ripping from your throat as the vibrations send a fresh wave of sharp, electric pleasure through your already wrecked, oversensitive body.

“oh, baby,” jungwon murmurs, his voice filled with mock sympathy, eyes flickering over your tear-streaked face, the way your body jerks and twitches beneath him.

“you’re shaking so much.”

his free hand presses against your lower stomach, holding you down, pinning you in place, ensuring you can’t escape, can’t squirm away.

“i think you can give me another one.”

your nails claw at the sheets, your breath coming in shaky, broken gasps, but jungwon doesn’t let up. his pace is steady, calculated, merciless, his smirk widening as he watches your body react to every movement, your thighs still twitching uncontrollably.

“p-please,” you sob, hands reaching for him, but he catches your wrists easily, pinning them above your head.

“please what?” his head tilts, mocking amusement dancing in his eyes.

“s’too much—j-jungwon, please—” but he only laughs, shaking his head as he presses the vibrator harder, pushing you deeper into the mattress.

“too much?” he repeats, voice filled with mockery. the vibrations increase, and you break.

your body jerks violently, your back arching, a scream of pleasure tearing from your throat as another orgasm crashes over you, too soon, too strong, too devastating.

but jungwon doesn’t stop.

his grip on your thigh tightens, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watches you completely fall apart.

“look at you, baby,” he murmurs, dragging the toy in slow circles, making sure you feel everything. “so fucked out, so sensitive. can’t even stop shaking.”

you can’t respond—can’t even think—your body trembling beneath him, pleasure teetering on the edge of pain.

your body is overloaded, nerves fried, your mind completely blank.

you don’t realize you’re crying until jungwon reaches up, wiping a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.

“aww, baby,” he coos, his voice still filled with mockery, but there’s something else too—something darker, more satisfied.

“are you crying?”

he leans down, pressing his lips against your jaw, kissing the tear-stained skin.

“poor thing.” the vibrator doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, doesn’t let up.

“but you should’ve thought about that before you decided to act like a brat.”

you can’t stop it.

the orgasm crashes over you hard, violent, all-consuming, your body jerking uncontrollably, every nerve in your body overloaded, oversensitive, burning.

but jungwon doesn’t stop.

your sob catches in your throat, your nails digging into his wrist, trying—failing—to push him away as the pleasure turns unbearable, overwhelming.

“n-no, j-jungwon—please, i—i can’t—”

but he doesn’t listen.

“you can,” he corrects smoothly, never faltering, never easing up. “and you will.”

his pace never changes, the toy still buzzing mercilessly, and your body keeps convulsing, keeps shaking, keeps writhing beneath him.

the overstimulation is cruel, unrelenting, and he knows it.

“aww, baby,” he coos, watching the way your eyes flutter, dazed and teary. “aren’t you cute?”

his fingers slide down your stomach, tracing the trembling muscles, feeling every little aftershock of pleasure.

“one more,” he murmurs, voice low, coaxing, devastating. “give me one more, baby.”

natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ had two requests for jungwon so here it is !!

[mariasont]

Older, Wiser, Off-Limits - A.H

summary: sweetheart!reader is the newest member of the team, bright eyed and full of question she doesnt realize she shouldnt be asking. hotch is twice her age, has known her father longer than she's been alive, and when a case discussion turns into a conversation about age gaps, hotch is the one to explain exactly why they're so dangerous

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x sweetheart!reader

warnings: dbf aaron hotchner (he never met the reader before she came to the BAU), reader has major daddy issues, age gap, suggestive discussion about the power imbalance of age gap relationships, pre-relationship pining but hotch has far too much restraint

wc: 1.2k

Hotch's sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and for the first time, the cabin lighting caught on a scar of his left hand, a thin, pale line etched across his knuckles. You hadn't noticed it before. Not in all the weeks since you joined the team — when he passed you case files, when he handed you a cup of coffee, somehow, the imperfection had eluded you. Some profiler you are. It wasn't fresh, not jagged or angry. How hadn't you noticed it before? You wondered how he got it. An old case? An accident in his childhood?

You blinked, ripping your gaze away and staring down at the case file as if sheer willpower could force the words to make sense. But they didn't. They blurred together, unreadable, because your thoughts had strayed elsewhere. Across from you, your boss sat reclined against the leather seat, one arm draped loosely on the armrest. His tie hung unevenly, just a little off-center, his shirt slightly untucked from a long day of work, the kind of disheveled that came only after a successful case. You should look away, really, but the longer your stared, the harder it became.

It wasn't like you hadn't noticed Hotch before, he was hard not to notice. But this pull, this godforsaken gravitational force that seized you every time he was near, that stole the air from your lungs and replaced it with static. It was all-consuming. Debilitating, one might say. You weren't like this, not with anyone. Not with either of the boyfriends you'd had, not even during those early, naive moments when you were first discovering what it meant to be in love.

Now you were thinking maybe you’d never actually been in love. Maybe every so-called relationship before this had been nothing more than placeholders, distractions. The idea gnawed at you, and you shoved it down, locked it away before it could fester.

Because this was absurd. Illogical. He was nearly twice your age. Your father's college roommate. A man who should be off-limits in every conceivable way and yet —

"Let's go over the case file again."

His voice startled you. You snapped your eyes back to him, pulse kicking up a notch when you realized he was watching you. How long had he been watching? How long had you been staring?

"Uh, right," you said, fumbling for the paper. "The case."

Your fingers brushed over the wrong paper first, and you muttered a half-formed apology as you shuffled through the file. When you finally found the right one, you risked a glance up to find him still looking at you. It wasn't the stern, I'm in charge look you recognized at briefings to your immediate relief, but it softer, a little more patient.

He did this after every case and at this point, you were starting to think he enjoyed this, making you go over every case in excruciating detail, combing through victim statements and behavioral patterns like it was a final exam. If it were anyone else, you might have teased him for it, might have joked about him being a tough grader or something equally harmless. But this was Hotch, and he wasn't exactly being critical, but he was definitely measuring you, gauging just how quickly you were learning.

You cleared your throat.

"Um, okay. The whole case kind of revolved around their relationship, right? The age difference?"

Hotch nodded, flipping to another page in his report. "It was a contributing factor, yes."

You hesitated, pressing your teeth into your lip before speaking again. "I guess I just don't really get it."

Hotch glanced up at you, brow raised. "What don't you get?"

"The way everyone kept saying it like it was inevitable, like, just because there was an age gap, the relationship had to be unhealthy." You frowned, tapping your pen against the margin of the paper. "I get that it's a pattern in a lot of cases, but that doesn't mean every older guy dating a younger woman is some kind of predator, right?"

Hotch didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he set his report aside, lacing his fingers together in front of him.

"It's not always malicious," he said slowly, like he was choosing each word with care. “But even when there’s no bad intent, those relationships can slip into something unbalanced, sometimes without either person realizing it’s happening.”

"Because one person has more experience?" You tilted your head to the side.

"That, and because experience changes what you want."

You hesitated, his certainty catching you off guard. He didn’t say it like an opinion, he said it like a fact. Like something he knew firsthand.

 "What do you mean?"

Hotch leaned back, fingers drumming on the table as if he was turning the thought over in his mind before speaking it aloud.

“When you’re younger, your idea of love, of what a relationship should be, is still evolving. You’re figuring out who you are, what you need, what you’re willing to give.” His eyes flicked to yours. "Someone older already knows these things. Which means they know how to steer the relationship in a direction that benefits them.”

"So you think that people in relationships like that are...what? Being manipulated?"

"Not always." His tone was even. "But the dynamic can be hard to navigate. If one person holds more control, whether that's financial, emotional, or just in life experience, it's easy for the other to fall into place around them without realizing it."

That sat uncomfortably in your chest. You didn't think you disagreed with him. But something about it felt... personal.

You weren't naive, you knew how people saw these kinds of relationships. You'd seen it in cases before, in books, in the way people whispered about couples like that. And sure, you understood the bad versions of it. But Hotch was making it sound like an inherent flaw.

"I don't know," you admitted, shaking your head. "I just...I guess I don't see the problem if both people want to be there."

The words felt uncertain, even as you said them. You weren’t sure what you were defending anymore. You’d never been in a relationship with that kind of imbalance, both of your boyfriends had been your age, on equal footing. You’d never had to think about who held more control.

But then there was Hotch. And now, you were thinking about it all the time.

"That's the thing, they might think they do."

Your brows knit together. "And you don't think they actually do?"

He hesitated. Just for a second. But it was the first time in the entire conversation that he did.

"Sometimes," he said, “when you don’t have enough life behind you, it’s easy to mistake infatuation for certainty. To want something before you understand what wanting really means.”

Infatuation.

The word lodged itself in your mind, demanding to be examined. Was that what this was? A temporary fascination wrapped in the illusion of something deeper? Or maybe it was something darker, something tied to the way he made you feel untouchable, safe. 

Or maybe it had nothing to do with him it all. Maybe it was about absence. About the gaps in your life, he seemed to fill. The things your father never gave you. And maybe that was the real problem.

"You talk about it like it's a foregone conclusion."

Hotch tilted his head slightly, studying you. "Wouldn't you say most patterns are?"

You didn’t know how to answer that. There was something too final in the way he said it, something that made your throat feel tight. You felt a little warm again. 

"So, what do you think happens when the younger person does know what they want."

Hotch’s fingers flexed against the armrest, a barely-there movement, but you caught it. His jaw tightened. "Then it's up to the older one to know better."

You were overthinking this. Reading into nothing. He was just explaining the case, same as always. Same as he would with anyone. Just answering a question, one that you asked. There was no weight to his words beyond the conversation itself. This wasn’t something you needed to think about later. This wasn’t something that meant anything.

Still, you shifted in your seat, stretching your legs out, crossing them at the ankle, uncrossing them again, suddenly restless in a way you couldn’t quite name.

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