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moonlightspencie · 1 year

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(originally posted on ao3)

Aaron Hotchner is dealing with the aftermath of his divorce, and the new feelings that spring up for someone he shouldn’t feel anything for. It’s a mess to say the least, but it’s a mess he’s more than willing to involve himself in.

posting as i write it!

{angst, slow burn, friends-to-lovers, mentioned cheating, canon-typical violence & mentions of cases, insecure!hotch}

Running Word Count: 20.5k

one of those things

tricks up your sleeve

never thought i’d meet you here

i know i’ll pay for it

you’re a bandit like me

eyes full of stars

takes one to know one

you’re a cowboy like me

hustlin for the good life

skeletons in both our closets

like the gardens of babylon

locked it down

never gonna love again

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#the sweetest con #aaron hotchner series #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x female reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner slow burn #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds fanfiction #taylor swift #evermore #cowboy like me

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hairmetal666 · 26 days

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Between jobs and back home—Eddie's real home in Hawkins, Indiana—he works on repairing the trailer where he grew up with his uncle and fixes up the man’s old beater of a truck. He’s doing the latter when his phone pings with a notification he’s been waiting half his life for.

It’s the obituary for Richard Stephen Harrington IV, husband of Miriam and father of Stephen.

He knows the Harrington’s. Not personally. But they’re from Indianapolis, only about an hour away, so Eddie’s gathered intel on them for years. He knows that Richard Harrington was a Wall Street finance guy who struck it big and then got into real estate development. He knows that his company’s numbers don’t quite add up, that he came through the 2008 crash suspiciously unscathed. Probably the most important thing he knows about Richard Harrington, though, is that it was his company that put Eddie’s uncle out of a job during his freshman year of high school.

Harrington Holdings LLC bought the factory where Wayne worked with all kinds of pretty promises of making improvements and keeping it open. Within six months it was closed, and half a year later converted to a pharmaceutical research and production facility.

The Munsons weren’t doing great before Wayne was laid off, and after. Well, they could only afford the lot rent at Forest Hills with Eddie working part-time flipping burgers at the Burger Chef, and—when that wasn’t enough—supplementing by selling drugs to his classmates. Really takes a toll on the GPA when you work every weeknight and spend your weekends at parties peddling weed.

Anyway, fuck the Harringtons, is what he’s saying.

Coming your way this Saturday!

#wip wednesday #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #forever is the sweetest con #teaser #rivals to lovers #con man au #fuck the harringtons but literally #con man eddie munson #coming soon #ao3 #telling all the rich folks anything they want to hear

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youdontneedhenry · 1 month

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Random thought but I miss Patrick winking at Eliza (3x3) and generally being mischievous (all of season 2 and episode 3x6 with William.)

He’s way more professional with her in season 4, for obvious reasons. He’s still fun, and they have fun, but it’s different, which is a testament to how respectful Nash is, contrary to how he’s sometimes talked about by viewers who are simply not paying attention. Also, I don’t think it’s JUST that she’s his employee. I think he caught feelings and is trying to recalibrate how to act with her (less schoolyard teasing and even more sincerity).

In Season 4, Eliza softens and teases Nash more than he teases her (after she wins at the races, the end of the telephone episode). He lets her lead, really, in that regard, because he's not going to cross a line given the power dynamic in their relationship when she works at Nash & Sons.

So we've seen rivals (season 2 with the shift in 3x3) to friends and colleagues (3x6 and Season 4) and now LOVERS (Season 5) ????

I really wonder what Season 5 Nash will be like.

Edit: to add: the natural chemistry and attraction that’s been there didn’t lead to romance yet because they’ve had really clear boundaries: being rivals AND then being colleagues meant really clear lines they didn’t or couldn’t cross- even if they toed them sometimes. There were rules of engagement. Those boundaries will be gone session 5- so their friendship can flourish into something else.

#scarnash #eliza x patrick #msatd #miss scarlet pbs #miss scarlet and the duke #i love them your honor #ps did I just figure out how to make basic gifs??#not as good as our wonderful gif makers #but I can try #season 3 Nash you will always be famous #since the new inspector won’t work with any private detectives I hope Nash trolls him too #also you know I am so interested in the angst of the situation where Patrick hires her and it creates a barrier to romance #like he had to have some disappointment with that but he did what was best for Eliza and her career #what will they be like when they don't work together AND are friends???#patrick nash consummate professional #sorry I’m posting this instead of writing more of Sweetest Con yikes #let me know what you think

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headtripparade · 2 years

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I saw Grace at Steel City Comic Con today and when I asked her to write this she got really happy and personally asked that I share this everywhere, so… I’ll just leave it here. 🤘❤️

#hellcheer #hellcheer forever #grace van dien #steel city con #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #chrissy x eddie #seriously though she is the sweetest human ever

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songswift · 3 months

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“Forever is the sweetest con” - cowboy like me, Taylor Swift

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #taylors version #evermore #eras #eras tour #the eras tour #TaylorSwift #ttpd #cowboy like me #forever is the sweetest con

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moonlightspencie · 6 months

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like the gardens of babylon

part 11 of ‘the sweetest con’

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: some suggestive content at the end, but nothing explicit!

Walking into the bullpen had never felt so nerve-wracking. Usually, if I felt any anxieties at all, it had to do with a case. Or at least work. As it should, considering this was my workplace, after all.

But, this time, all the nerves stemmed from my concerns that word would get out before I had the chance to address it all myself. After JJ had seen us kiss last week, every day felt like a new opportunity for everyone to find out. Each day only got worse. Any time someone looked at me for too long, I started sweating a little.

But, of course, my darling girl couldn’t care less. She was convinced that JJ wouldn’t say a word, and I had to commend her faith in our friends. I, however, knew that the thrill of a scandal could break down even the strongest barriers on our team. Especially when it came to all of our love lives.

As much as I love my team, I knew they weren’t always the most… discreet.

I could see the lingering looks from JJ anytime Y/N snuck into my office for our usual lunchtime “date”. It felt like a matter of time before it escalated.

And escalate it did.

I snuck out of my office after lunch that afternoon only to see a few pairs of eyes on me, and a lot of whispering. I narrowed my eyes at Derek, Penelope, and Y/N.

“Something you’d like to share?” I asked, noticing they didn’t look away when I’d caught them.

“No—”

Penelope cut Y/N off. “Teasing our little ray of sunshine, here.”

I merely raised my brows in question, making quick eye contact with the aforementioned “ray of sunshine.” She looked at me with pleading eyes, though I couldn’t quite decipher what she was trying to ask of me.

“It’s nothing, Hotch,” she shook her head.

“Nothing?” Morgan questioned. “Mmm mm. Lies.”

“What is it, then?”

Morgan smirked. “Something goin’ on with you two that you’d like to share?”

I froze up, though I tried playing it off. I hoped it was convincing enough.

“Like what, exactly?”

Penelope blushed. “We were merely asking her if your little daily lunch dates meant anything.”

I looked at Y/N briefly. Apparently, that was a mistake. Derek stood abruptly, closing in on me.

“Wait, seriously?” he turned to look at Y/N, who looked, frankly, like she’d been caught red-handed. “Seriously?”

“Oh my god—” Garcia squealed.

I’m sure my face going red didn’t help our case as I asked the two of them to keep it down. Y/N stood, standing next to me as I attempted to fend off questions from the other two.

“Guys,” she raised her hands to calm them. “This is still kind of new. We weren’t really ready to tell anyone yet, so…”

“Oh,” Penelope said, her voice lowered.

“Just please don’t tell anyone else. For our sake.”

“Sure thing, mama,” Derek said, nodding.

Penelope smiled softly. “Wouldn’t dream of trying to ruin this. I am so, absolutely excited, but I promise I will zip my lips just for you, sugar.”

“Thanks, Pen,” she smiled back at her.

She looked at me, looking a little apologetic. I gave her a raised brow and half a smile.

“Sorry. I thought we’d be able to keep this secret a little while longer,” she said quietly.

“Not your fault. I think we’re both pretty bad at hiding our feelings,” I sighed. Then, I looked at the others. “Thank you for your… Discretion with this. We’ll tell the others soon, we just wanted to keep this—”

“Yours?” Morgan asked, practically finishing my sentence.

“Yeah,” I nodded once. “Exactly.”

He smirked. “Can’t blame you for wanting to keep her all to yourself. I can respect that.”

I rolled my eyes, hiding a smile. “Right. Well, I need coffee if I’m going to get through the rest of today.”

They nodded, waving me off. I let out a deep breath as I turned. Three coworkers knew already, and I wondered how long we could actually keep things quiet before I had to come clean with everyone.

Though, after that conversation, part of me couldn’t wait to finally show her off as mine.

I got my coffee, heading back to my office to get through all of the work I had set aside for the day. It passed incredibly slowly. Her sweet face in my doorway at the end of the day made up for it, though.

I sat up a little straighter, an unintentional smile on my face.

“Hi,” I greeted.

“Hey. Getting late,” she said. “We’re picking up Jack in an hour, so pack it up, love.”

I snorted a laugh. She walked in, shutting the door behind her. I packed up as she had requested, standing to accept a soft kiss from her near the edge of my desk.

“He’s been asking about you, you know?” I said.

She smiled, still holding onto my waist in a hug. She pressed a small kiss to my cheek.

“Yeah?”

I hummed an affirmation. “Every night I’ve talked to him since we went to the zoo. He’s been looking forward to tonight.”

She smiled, and my heart warmed. “Let’s go get him then, yeah?”

We left the building, heading off to my apartment. I put away my things, and we both quickly changed clothes before getting in my car and heading to Haley’s. Of course, she stayed in the car when I went to get Jack, though I’d be surprised if she couldn’t still see the dirty looks being shot at her from the front door.

I ignored the hostility, too wrapped up in the plans we’d made for the night to care too much about Haley’s attitude. Jack practically squealed when he saw Y/N in the car, shooting a million questions at her the entire ride back the apartment. One in particular had me smiling like an idiot:

“Are you and daddy gonna get married?”

She laughed a little. “I don’t know buddy. We’ll have to wait and see, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

She looked at me, almost panicked by the question, but it only made my heart flutter in my chest. I knew it was probably far too soon to consider marriage, but I didn’t hate the idea of it happening some day. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea.

Our night was spent in front of the TV, snacks and drinks set on the coffee table, all of us sat in a pile of pillows and couch cushions at Jack’s request. As much as I’d like to say that I set most of it up, it seemed that no matter what I tried to do, she’d get to it first. I would have been offended if she wasn’t so excited to do everything she was doing.

Jack cuddled up to my side for a while as we watched the tail end of Monsters Inc. My arm was around his tiny shoulders, but soon I felt him shrugging me off. I looked down in confusion as he started leaning into Y/N instead, leaving me in the dust. I furrowed my brow, looking at her with offense.

“You stole my child.”

“Maybe he just likes the girl who gave him candy a little more than the dad who tried giving him pretzels.”

Jack giggled, rest his head against her arm. I tried to look annoyed, but it was hard to do with this sight right in front of me. My previous worries about them being together seemed so stupid now. Of course he’d love her.

“Still,” I raised a brow in challenge. “He was mine first.”

“Still love you, daddy,” he said, giving me a cheeky smile.

I couldn’t hold back my grin. “I love you more.”

He was out like a light by the time the credits were rolling, and she allowed me to take him to his bedroom and tuck him in. I kissed his forehead, wishing all my nights could end like this.

I wandered back into the living room to find her already cleaning up.

“Babe, I can worry about that tomorrow.”

“Babe, huh?” she smirked.

I felt my cheeks heat up. “Just… Shut up.”

She laughed. “You know, I can help pick up the mess I made, babe.”

I sighed, rolling my eyes for good measure. I followed her into the kitchen with two cups in my hands as she took care of a few other dishes. However, I set mine down quickly, plans on my mind that had nothing to do with cleaning.

I wrapped my arms around her waist from where she stood at the sink, pressing a few soft kisses up her neck until my lips were at her ear.

“Why don’t we go to bed?”

“Aaron,” she warned, though the way she leaned into me made that warning much less severe.

“I’ve missed you.”

“You see me every day.”

I groaned, turning her around. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

She bit her lip. “You’re ridiculous.”

I smirked, leaning in before she could think too hard about my plan of… Redirection. Her lips met mine as if it was her plan all along, kissing me softly, but not without passion. Her hands trailed up my arms until they were linking behind my neck. I took that as my chance.

I patted her hip, and she jumped into my arms. I hooked my arms under her, carrying her to the bedroom and dropping her on the bed unceremoniously. She looked at me with that little mischievous glint in her eyes as I pulled off my tshirt. I crawled up over her on the bed, though she quickly pulled me down on top of her.

“You’re a troublemaker,” she mumbled, kissing my neck.

“I think you like it that way.”

“Never said I didn’t.”

She nipped at my skin, moving her lips back to mine. My hands found their way under her shirt as we moved up towards the headboard. Her back arched into my touch, exciting me all the more as her hands ran all over me.

“Just promise me one thing?”

I nodded. “Anything.”

She pulled off her top, tossing it somewhere. “Don’t be too loud or you’ll wake up Jack.“

I scoffed a laugh as she smirked again, flipping us over so that she was on top of me.

“Sure,” she said, looking down at me. “Go ahead and laugh like didn’t nearly wake the whole building last time.”

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner series #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fic #criminal minds #the sweetest con

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vanneliese · 5 months

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sitio para ver las estrellas.

después de tomar la décima foto de la zona decorada, alza la mirada para encontrarse con un rostro vagamente familiar. con las comisuras de la boca alzadas y un movimiento de su mano, invita a contrarie a que tome asiento junto a ella en uno de los grandes almohadones. ' ¡ven, ven! creo que ya va a iniciar esto. ' lo dice con entusiasmo, incluso si no está segura de sus propias palabras. ' ¿o es que ibas a mirar el espectáculo en otro lugar? '

#ignoremos a los random del gif por favor #son fantasmas ah #contestaré los sts con kenzo c:#⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ sweetest thing on this side of hell ／ int.

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widowswinter · 1 month

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while we are discussing like minds i would like to inform the like minds fandom that i also

got tom to sign the jack of spades

got tom to write “my beloved maraclea”

got sassed by tom when i showed him how to spell it (he spelled it wrong and then said he could spell it. no u can’t babygirl gimme the pen)

got it tattooed onto me 10 minutes later by a tattoo artist at the con

went back and showed tom

he was horrified

then he told me to let him see it

@theoryofwhatnow

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urgeforgoing · 1 year

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relationships (platonic but especially romantic) are absolutely terrifying and excruciatingly painful because eventually they will end, always (even if that ending is death), and then you just have a different life full of memories and hopes to look back on but you can’t go back, it only exists in your past

#forever is the sweetest con #I miss so many people rn. my pop. a friend of mine. an ex. but you can never go back:(#pms really hittinggggg 💔

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hairmetal666 · 12 days

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NSFW

For the third time, Eddie backs away from catching Steve fucking someone, but this time, this time, Steve’s golden hazel eyes flash open, locking on Eddie’s.

Steve’s lids are heavy, his pupils blown wide. He doesn’t shout, or demand that Eddie leave, instead, his lashes flutter for a second before he bites his lip and goes harder. His gaze never leaves Eddie’s.

Eddie needs to go. He knows he does. Knows he’s been standing here too long for it to be innocent, but every ounce of blood in his body has journeyed south and he can’t make himself move.

His clinging athletic shorts do nothing to hide how hard he is, and he watches as Steve notices. The other man’s mouth lifts in a smirk, and he says in a sex roughed voice, “you like that, baby?”

The woman answers, but Eddie doesn’t even hear her, knows the question was meant for him.

He flushes crimson, sees it spread from his neck to his face in the fucking mirror, and only then does he regain the presence of mind to get the hell out of there.

It’s not even a decision, for Eddie to change his mark.

A late WIP Wednesday for Forever is the Sweetest Con.

Chapter 4 out Saturday!

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harringon #eddie munson #ao3fic #wip wednesday #teaser #forever is the sweetest con #rivals to lovers #con man au

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shadowsnblood · 7 months

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All these poets and authors and philosophers talk about getting over romantic loves but no one ever taught me how get over you. How to deal with your absence when you were the first person in a while who I was confident would stay a little longer, if not forever. Watching you leave was not abrupt, it was gradual. Watching us fade away was like watching the slow withering away of a flower, death of beauty. Years of laughter, tears, love, quarrels, companionship slowly extinguishing because of the lack of fuel perhaps. I'm sorry I wasn't enough, I tried. And maybe you tried too. And maybe it was worth letting go of me over a stranger. It's okay I understand. I cannot make people stay and maybe it's my narcissism to blame. But I hope you're happy. I hope they're enough for you. Maybe their altruism will make them stay.

However, remember this, I never willing let go of anyone's hand but I do not cling on to those who wish to leave. I wish there was an easier way to say this but I didn't find one.

(-on losing platonic love.)

~V.J.C

(01.11.2023)