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excuse me, i'm a mgg girly but i'll admit that i've been looking at these a bit too much
#how could i not#look at him#thomas gibson the man you are#i would be so easily manipulated#the middle part omfg#thomas gibson#whoisspence
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Terror Poll: Who Do You Marry?
Tell us about your man in the tags. (Yes I skipped marines. I am limited in slots)
#The terror#the terror amc#the terror polls#rate your man#This is your time to let your flag fly#Who's last name do you want to take home with you?#francis crozier#thomas blanky#edward little#george hodgson#john irving#thomas jopson#cornelius hickey#william gibson#john peddie#alexander mcdonald#john diggle#harry peglar
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happy birthday to the one and only who simply invented acting <333333 oscar for the most underrated career!!!!
#thomas the man that you are 😫😫😫😫😫#i hope he’s having the best day today 🥺#thomas gibson#aaron hotchner#criminal minds#these are my current fav pics of him 😭😭😭😭😭#i will NEVER get over the mirror selfie one with hazel
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so. this scene has been talked about a lot:
I think this scene is a really interesting example of the criminal minds writers giving tiny pieces of character backstories that are never elaborated upon, (or, more broadly, forgetting early established character details) because unlike a lot of examples where lines are said and immediately forgotten about, I do think this revelation informs a lot of Hotch's character. I'm not necessarily saying that the writers always had it in mind when writing Hotch that he experienced childhood abuse, but I do feel like you can see the ways in which he was affected. I don't know—this made more sense in my head, but it feels a little less forgotten about and a little less thrown in than some other examples. I think a big difference between this scene and some later ones is that:
The trauma happened pre-series
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It was established in the first season.
criminal minds isn't great at letting their characters be affected by their in-series trauma for more than a few episodes (and then maybe it'll come up once or twice down the line because the writers remembered it happened) and a lot of later instances* of characters being revealed to have some major pre-series trauma suffer because the impact it would have reasonably had on them isn't consistent with earlier portrayals and sometimes even contradicts established information.
not that it can't be interesting to look at those earlier portrayals of their characters with the backstory that is added later. again, this all made more sense in my head: essentially, the reason i think this feels different to me is that the writers knew when they started writing hotch that he was abused as a child, while other characters who have traumatic backstories revealed have those backstories added much later, and so the writers have a not-great choice between showing the effects their trauma had on them when there was no sign of it earlier, or moving on with their character as if none of it ever happened.
*i'd like to quickly establish that i'm not talking about morgan here. that was also a pretty early reveal and feels consistent enough with early characterization that i wouldn't be shocked if the idea was first floated while season one was being written
#as for how i think hotch's childhood abuse actually affected him#that would require a longer post and for me to watch more episodes so i have more evidence#but the very simple one sentence version is that i think hotch fears becoming his father#was it his biodad or stepdad? i dont remember. he had both right?#either way. if criminal minds writers were like#hey nineteen year-old canadian#for some reason we want you to cast hotch's father for a flashback#i would want the actor to look as much like thomas gibson as possible to really drive that point home#even if it WAS his stepdad#and if it was his stepdad it could fuck people up even more because instead of being told he looks like either of his biological parents#he'd constantly be told how much he looks like his unrelated abuser#man im sorry im just rambling in the tags ill shut up now#criminal minds#criminal minds rewatch#criminal minds s01e08#natural born killer#aaron hotchner#not fic
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Aaron Hotchner is so pretty. He's gorgeous.
#most beautiful man in the world#greg too ofc<3333#and thomas#BUT THIS IS ABOUT AARON#i want to kiss his cheeks (you decide how yoy want to take that ;))#aaron is so pretty 🥺#wanna kiss him so bad 😣#aaron hotchner#criminal minds#hotch#thomas gibson
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STOP DIGITALLY OVER- ENHANCING, SMOOTHING OUT AND PUTTING THAT ONE FILTER OVER EVERY SINGLE AARON HOTCHNER IMAGE (I’m looking at you Pinterest editors) it gets rid of his eye bags and wrinkles and like the fucking life in his eyes every single time and it’s genuinely off putting like uncanny valley typa thing
#stop this madness#aaron hotchner#hotch#aaron hotch hotchner#criminal minds#let the old man be old#it’s genuinely terrifying sometimes because I know it’s hotch but it doesn’t quite look like hotch#thomas gibson#I get enhancing bad quality images but when you do it too much it makes it just as bad quality#leave his eyebags and wrinkles alone!!!
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it’s officially midnight in the us, so you know what that means!!! it’s our favorite man’s birthday!! 🎉🥰❤️
wishing you the happiest of birthdays today, handsome ❤️
#he just gets prettier every year <3#happy birthday you handsome handsome man ❤️#i love him so much#thomas gibson <3#birthday boy#not cm#happy birthday tg!#happy birthday thomas
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thomas jopson is so funny as a character he’s on the surface so put together but then like “yes i WILL have a psychosexual codependent relationship with a man 15 years older than me because of my mother’s addiction” so much going on behind those hauntingly blue eyes
#thomas jopson thinks he's better than gibson thinks hes better than hickey and theyre both like#for real man?????#YOU??????#thomas jopson#the terror
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Dharma & Greg x Criminal Minds
#losing my mind#oh my god#90s TV sweetheart to the hottest man CBS could have hired#he's always been so goodlooking wtf#dharma and greg#dharma & greg#criminal minds#aaron hotchner#hotch#if you like hotch you should follow me ;)#thomas gibson
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thomas gibson, 61yo
mads mikkelsen, 57yo
gillian anderson, 54yo
WHY CAN'T I HAVE A CRUSH MY AGE OR AT LEAST UNDER 30yo WHAT THE FUCKK 😭😭
#im 21yo rn#i cant keep getting attracted SOLELY to 50+ yo ppl#like this cant be healthy 😭#i always joke abt marrying a rich old man near death to get rich#did i just curse myself#is this the same as joking abt having a piss kink and then your brain thinks you're not joking so you actually develop piss kink#im scared yall#mads mikkelsen#thomas gibson#gillian anderson
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i saw your post about jealous!hotch, so I was wondering if you can write something where there isn't an established relationship between hotch and bau!reader (yet ;))), the reader is a huge fan of an actor/character (kind of like how we, hotch girls, fangirl over Aaron 🤭) and Hotch got jealous whenever he hears her talks about the actor/character and then the reader was wondering why he's acting unusual, (like he would mutter something to himself like how he's much better than the man the reader talks about but they don't hear it, or he's suddenly not in a mood, etc.) and the team knows why he's acting unusual (he's jealous) and they're entertained watching the both of them be oblivious, and hotch kind of slipped or something that revealed his feelings for the reader🤭 if you can't write it, then it's okay!! feel free to change anything however you want<33
hehe what if aaron was jealous of thomas gibson himself 🤭🤭🤭
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“I am definitely taller than him.”
“What was that, Hotch?” you asked, after hearing him mumble something under his breath.
“Nothing,” he said more clearly this time. “Go back to your very important conversation with Garcia. The meeting doesn’t start until ten, so you have plenty of time.”
“Thank you,” you answered with a smile, pretending you didn’t notice his sarcasm.
“So he’s tall and respectful? What else would a girl need?” Penelope swooned, picking up from where you two had left off.
“I’m telling you! Penny, I swear…Greg is my dream man.”
You had turned your spinning chair to the side so you could face Garcia, and missed the way Aaron rolled his eyes at your words.
“And they got married the day they met?” she asked, her hand on her chest.
“Yes! It’s so romantic. And don’t even get me started about all the physical touch. It’s definitely his love language.”
“Ugh…He sounds perfect.”
“He is.”
“So are you gonna show me how he looks like?”
“Right!” you exclaimed. “I have a whole album of pictures of him. Wait.”
You pulled out your phone and found a screenshot from the episode of “Dharma & Greg” you were watching the night before. “That’s my baby.”
Aaron should be feeling lucky you were still turned to the side and couldn’t see the way he was desperately trying to take a peek at your phone.
“Oh,” Penelope said. But it wasn’t the kind of ‘oh’ you were expecting.
“What?” you asked disappointed. “Don’t tell me he isn’t hot. He’s literally a doll.”
“No, I…” she said. She seemed startled. “He is…um…really good looking. But…Y/N…Do you not notice something in particular about him?”
“Like what?”
“Tall. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Cheekbones.”
“Yeah, like I said: my dream man,” you simply said, unable to understand where she was going with this.
“He’s not all that.”
That was Aaron.
“How would you know?” you were quick to ask him.
“I googled this Thomas Gibson guy who played Greg,” he said, acting casual. “He’s average at best.”
“He is not average,” you defended him.
“I can’t tell which one of you is more stupid,” Penelope said softly, mostly to herself.
“What?” you both replied at the same time.
She shook her head. “Nothing. I just remembered…I have to go make a phone call.”
Once you were left alone with your boss you crossed your arms against your chest and furrowed your brows. “Average…”
“He’s just some guy.”
“He’s not. He’s the most handsome man in the world,” you said.
“Sure.”
At his last word, you got up from your seat and walked so you could stand right in front of him with a smirk.
“What?”
“You sound almost jealous of him.”
“Why would I be jealous of him?”
“I don’t know, Hotch,” you replied, your smirk getting even wider. “Why would you?”
He stared at the picture of your celebrity crush he had previously googled. “He has nothing I should be jealous of. I mean my hair is better, and I’m pretty sure I’m taller.”
“I knew that was what you said earlier!”
“Shut up.”
You giggled and tilted your head looking at him. The way he said those two words almost reminded you of Greg.
“You kind of look like him.”
“I don’t see it,” he said, taking a glance at his phone again.
“I think I do.” You smiled softly.
Maybe your dream man was your grumpy, stubborn, and very very adorable boss after all.
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Oh Thomas Gibson the man that you are 😭😭😭
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s9 aaron has me swooning recently
#THE MOST SLEPT ON SEASON I SWEARRRRR#HES SO#on my knees on mY KNEES#DADDY oops my finger slipped#HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A MAN SO BEAUTIFUL#criminal minds#aaron hotchner#thomas gibson
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god that weird crossover episode with the beyond borders spinoff,,, when hotch is chasing that guy through the crowded markets can you imagine being an extra and having thomas gibson grab your arm to stable himself as he runs past you i'd pass away
sorry i know you weren't requesting this and of course this isn't about thomas it's a hotch blurb but i literally could not resist writing it so here you go lovey you are so right i'd have toppled over <3333
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You think it's rather rude that the man rushing through the marketplace uses you to stabilize himself as he turns a sharp corner. His arm juts out quickly to push against your shoulder, giving himself your side to lean on, but it means that the bag of fruit you'd been gathering to pay for hits the side of the table as you sway into it, and the paper tears at the sharp intrusion. Your bag splits, and you watch defeatedly as all of the produce you'd gathered tumbles to the dirty ground.
You're nothing but astounded, well aware that the police chase should have you more on edge, but completely bewildered and shock-stricken. All you can do is lift your head to watch the man run off, and he notices the damage he'd caused as he turns to throw a haphazard 'sorry!' over his shoulder at you.
He's still running but he staggers a step, torn between the chase he's engaged in and helping you. The business side of his brain starts working first, and he dashes away with barely a second's hesitation, but you'd seen guilt in his eyes that almost made up for your fallen fruit.
The crowd is keen on dispersing as the chase continues beyond you, but you don't care. They're not coming back, it would be foolish of the criminal they're after to circle back, and you kneel to collect the produce you'd lost in the chaos.
You hear the roar of engines as you try collecting the mangoes you'd dropped, now bruised and grimy. A nearby fruit stand had collapsed, the next on your list to shop at, and it's difficult to tell what's what as the fruit rolls and mingles together.
The shopkeepers congregate to join your cause, but where you're gathering the fruit in the front of your skirt, they're scooping it back into crates that had tipped wayward. You've got shorts beneath your flowy skirt that mean you can use it as an apron instead, and before long you're nearly finished re-shopping through the mess on the ground.
"Here," A deep voice comes from above you, and you jerk your head to the side to find the man that had bumped into you only seconds before. Evidently, the chase was over, but you're not sure the outcome. He's panting, chest heaving hard from running as much as he did, but he's holding out a jacket towards you, one that he's tied into a makeshift satchel.
"I'm sorry," He pants, kneeling beside you on the concrete to help scoop produce into the jacket, "I didn't mean to ruin your bag. I had to catch that man, I'm sorry I couldn't stop to help."
"It's alright," You try to keep sourness out of your voice even if you are handling citrus fruits, begrudging towards the man for nearly knocking you down but grateful that he's stopped by to fix things, "I suppose police chases are always that chaotic.
"Yeah," He breathes, still exhaling heavily as he cracks a smile at you. His hairline is beaded with sweat, and it's really rather distracting, so you try averting your eyes lest your mind wander.
"I'll buy you a new bag," He helps you stand, hauling the fruit from his tied jacket onto the righted table and motioning at another stall across the way, "They sell them, I'll be right back. Color?"
"Oh, I-" You stammer, seizing up on the spot, "Um- anything's fine."
"Alright," He's rushing off to the stall while pulling his wallet out without further hesitation, and you wonder if he always moves this fast.
You ring up the produce you want to buy with the cashier, who's quick on her feet to recover from the shock of the chase. Other vendors aren't as lucky, but you're done with your shopping after this.
"Here," The man comes back, still panting slightly, as he extends a white tote bag made just across the way.
"It matches your skirt," He smiles kindly at you, and okay, you might forgive the guy.
"Thank you," You gush, taking the bag from him and nodding when the woman tells you your total. You focus on the fruit first, scooping it gently into your new bag, and the man takes it as an opportunity to pull out his wallet again.
"Here-" He starts, but you catch him before he can pay for your food.
"It's alright!"
"No, I insist," He succeeds in handing his cash to the woman, who doesn't really look like she cares how she gets paid, just that she does, "I almost tackled you, the least I can do is pay for the fruit I knocked all over the floor."
"Thank you," You grin at him when the transaction is complete, and the stall owner flocks to help another across the way. You're alone now, though still in the middle of the fairly crowded marketplace, and you admire the polo shirt that the man in front of you has stretched over his surprisingly toned chest.
"I'm sorry, again." He smiles bashfully, reaching out to cup the back of your bent arm as he gestures away from the black vans gathered at one end of the marketplace.
"You'll have to leave through there, but you should be careful. Do you need a ride?"
"No, I'm okay." You shake your head, "I rode my bike here, and it's parked over there anyways."
"Alright. Okay, uh- stay safe." He urges, his kind smile fading slightly as someone in black sunglasses barks information at him. He nods, squinting slightly because of the sun, "Goodbye. Enjoy your fruit, and I'm sorry again."
"It's alright," You laugh, finally over your temporary grudge, "Sir?"
"Yes?" His brows raise, and you think for a moment he might be expecting you to ask for a ride anyways.
"I'm going that way," You gesture towards the road you'll take home, and you relish the bashful beam that overtakes his face when he laughs at your words, "If you guys drive through there, try not to hit me again."
#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner imagine#aaron hotchner scenario#aaron hotchner oneshot#aaron hotchner one-shot#aaron hotchner one shot#aaron hotchner headcanon#aaron hotchner headcanons#aaron hotchner hc#aaron hotchner hcs#aaron hotchner fanfiction#aaron hotchner fanfic#aaron hotchner fic#aaron hotchner blurb#aaron hotchner drabble#aaron hotchner dialogue#aaron hotchner fluff#aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction
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Can’t Sleep - Derek Morgan
Prompt: How does Morgan comfort his partner when they can’t sleep?
Pairing: Derek Morgan x GN! Reader
Disclaimer: mentions of death and loss. Mentions of bullying, abuse, and violence and killers. Reader works in a hospital. Some angst and comfort. Established relationship, a consensual kiss, SFW.
Word Count: 780
A/N: I just watched Season 11 episode 16 where Morgan gets KIDNAPPED and TORTURED and it was so painful to watch and stunningly beautiful and heartbreaking. In the ep, Morgan mentioned the moment he knew he wanted to marry Savannah: when they sat together until the sun came up, with no words exchanged, after a bad day. Here’s my take on that moment. Fun Fact: the ep was directed by Thomas Gibson aka Hotch!
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Click.
You heard the lock of the front door click open, a sound that was alarmingly loud in the still quiet of the night.
A glance at the grandfather clock by the fireplace told you it was 4:11 am. The dead of night.
You were hunched up in a knitted blanket, feet tucked under yourself, where somehow the warmth of the fireplace still didn’t seem to be able to warm your fingers and toes.
Derek Morgan stomped into the house. Even through all his tactical training, somehow he never walked quietly when he wasn’t on duty. You heard a sigh escape from the depths of his exhausted body as he tore off his boots and carelessly tossed his black go bag on the floor.
His sleep-deprived brain finally registered the glow of the fireplace, illuminating your face as you turned to glance at your lover.
Derek opened his mouth to speak, to ask the questions you knew were coming like:
Why are you up? I texted you but I didn’t expect a reply.
Why are you downstairs? Shouldn’t you be in bed?
Are you okay?
The answer to all of which was etched on your face as clear as day.
You were grieving.
This had happened a few times before in the years you’ve been together. At the hospital, patients were lost every day, just like in Morgan’s line of work, people died all the time.
But, as the both of you knew, some days the loss was harder to deal with than others. Much harder.
Morgan remembered that you were treating a teenager who had been injured in a suspicious camping accident, where you suspected they were being severely bullied. They must have succumbed to their injuries today.
As Derek stepped closer to you, you seemed to shrink deeper into yourself, your face now buried in your arms as silent tears racked your body.
His heart broke for you as your usually strong, confident frame, shivered and shook with sadness and anger.
He took a seat next to you on the couch, his largeness sinking the cushion down so that you naturally fell into his side, leaning your head on his shoulder. He gripped your hands in his callused ones, rubbing them gently to bring warmth to their icy touch.
After a few moments, your breath started to come back into your lungs with more certainty; the sobs had subsided.
So you picked your head up, about to thank your lover for his comfort.
But the flickering light of the fireplace now revealed his face. And you were startled to see tears rolling down his chiseled jaw as he stared deep into the flames, his mind clearly elsewhere.
What you didn’t know was that SSA Derek Morgan also had a bad day. A spree killer was after father and son pairs, taking revenge on his own abusive and alcoholic father. He always left the sons alive. Morgan connected with one of sons who became a key witness to catching the killer. But it was watching the kid square up his shoulders and comfort his distraught mother in the hospital, that broke Morgan’s heart.
Just like him, that little boy had now become the man of the house. Just like him, he had to learn the ugly truth of life at far too young an age.
The truth that dads can die.
It was this grief, for himself, for that now fatherless child, that made Derek Morgan, the big, strong FBI profiler, who kicked down doors and tackled serial killers for a living, break down in tears in the privacy of his home, and in the arms of his lover.
So you comforted him. You drew your arms around his broad shoulders and tipped his head down into your chest, soothingly rubbing his back up and down. Derek hugged you back fiercely, locking his hands around you and squeezing tight, as if he never wanted to let you go.
You held him for hours, until the first beams of light started to stream through the woven fabric of the curtains.
Sunrise.
And just like that, another day. Another patient, for you, and another case for him.
People always needed saving. And that’s what the two of you were here for.
Derek shifted on the couch, loosening his hold on you, but still grasping a hand in his. His expression now much more calm than it was before, you were relieved to see. His eyes softened as they took in your beautiful, tear-streaked face, as if seeing you for the first time.
He leaned in to press his lips to yours, filled with unspoken words.
I need you.
I love you.
Thank you.
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#criminal minds#Derek Morgan#Morgan#shemar Moore#criminal minds fic#criminal minds Drabble#Derek Morgan fic#Derek Morgan Drabble#Morgan x reader#Derek Morgan x reader#criminal minds imagines
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THOMAS GIBSON THE MAN THAT YOU ARE
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