#ThomasGibson

[kiwriteswords]

"Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts." --Charles Dickens

[antheaholmesblog]

Gosh, Aaron and his Quarter Sips are making me weak. He looks so damn good in them. I also noticed when I watched Omnivore again that his voice sounded extremely rough and almost hoarse. Definitely nasal. Poor lamb. I would have given Aaron tea and lozenges and ideally he would have stayed at home for a day, but no, he's a workaholic.

I suspect that TG had a cold while filming the episode.

[skylefanfiction]

This was such a sweet moment between Aaron, David, Derek, Jennifer, Kate, Penelope, and Spencer as they left Jason’s cabin and gave Stephen the rings that the unsub had taken after he killed him thereby giving him closure as well as the families of the other victims too. No one else could ever play Aaron, David, Derek, Jennifer, Kate, Penelope, and Spencer but Thomas, Joe, Shemar, AJ, Jennifer Love, Kirsten, and Matthew. #criminalminds #criminalmindsscene #criminalmindsfandom #criminalmindscbs #aaronhotchner #davidrossi #derekmorgan #jenniferjareau #katecallahan #penelopegarcia #spencerreid #thomasgibson #thomasgibsonofficial #joemantegna #shemarmoore #ajcook #jenniferlovehewitt #kirstenvangsness #matthewgraygubler @cmagents @hotchnerofficial @aaronhotchnerslover https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpts2-5M_UtbwNybw2CaB_soZ3tPq_yhwkPEo80/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jacki24x7-d-f-casting-blog-1]

Gretchen Morrison played by Jennifer Beals

Charlize Morrison played by Sophie Reynolds

Jakobe Morrison played by Levi Miller

Gilberto Morrison played by Thomas Gibson

[cannibalcoyote]

Aaron Hotchner: First and Last Phone Call

Imagine being followed, so you call your brother (Aaron Hotchner), hoping he might save you:

Y/N's POV:

The walk to my dorm was taking me longer than usual, the recent injury to my leg was definitely not helping me.

The sun had long since set, and the darkness of the night had fully set in, my only light sources being the sparse lamp posts dotting along the sidewalk. The dark has always been a fear of mine, but my fear is reaching a whole new level right now. I'm injured, alone, and in a new environment; anything could happen to me. I keep my head up and on a swivel, turning at anything and everything.

I eventually calm down after a few minutes of excessive paranoia, instead finding comfort in the soft breeze, the leaves russling under the trees, and gazing at the orange glow of the lamps against the dark blue sky, it's actually quite calming.

Rain lightly begins to sprinkle from above, something that I embrace as I love rainy weather. Of course my clothes and bag are getting wet, but I don't care.

I almost miss the quiet scuffle behind me, the sound of light footsteps against the wet sidewalk. I turn around quickly, but I see nothing. Turning back around, I shake my head, thinking I'm being paranoid again. I continue my slow walk, my dorm is still several minutes away.

After another few moments of walking, the light scuffle is heard again, this time I immediately turn around, once again seeing nothing behind me. I glare at my surroundings harshly, I'm about to continue my trek when something catches my attention.

Along the sidewalk is a dirt area with bushes and trees, large oaks that are spread every 7 feet along the sidewalk. Nothing about that is odd, but carefully surveying the tree, I noticed the rubber toe of a shoe, it reminds me of the thick rubber sole of Vans.

My breathing feels harder, an eerie sense of understanding floods through my body. I don't have my pepper spray or any of my knives on me, I made the stupid decision that a philosophy textbooks was more important. I'm wearing my Ariat leather books, good for walking and work, but not so amazing when it comes to having to outrun somebody.

My brain is turning with thoughts of what to do, but the first thing I know I must do is turn back around and start walking as if nothing is wrong; this may seem stupid, but I can't let this person know that I've spotted them. I force my breaths to be even, and I grasp my bag loosely to my side.

Continuing to walk was very hard, especially when you know somebody is following you, and you have no idea what their intentions are.

Grasping my bag, I swiftly undo its buckles, taking care not to look like I'm rushing. Rain drips down my skin as I pull my phone out of my bag, looking closely, I notice the slight tremble in my hands and the burning of my eyes. Clicking on the only contact I can think of, I hold the phone tightly to my ear.

———————

Aaron Hotchner's POV:

I hear my phone ringing, it causes the conference room to fall silent, all eyes going to me. Sheepishly reaching into my coat pocket, I glance at the name and know it must be important.

"What is it Aaron?" Rossi questions, clearly seeing the confusion in my eyes.

"It's my sister?" My voice is deep and raspy, I haven't spoken to her since I left home, and she has never reached out to me. I don't know why she's calling, but I know I need to answer it.

"Continue without me, give me the summary on the jet." Is all I say before pushing out of my chair and exiting the room, leaving it full of confused and concerned profilers.

———

"....Y/N?" I listen closely, hearing the slight pattering of rain through the line.

"...Hey Aaron." Her voice is tight, it only increases my concern.

"Why are you calling?" My question can't help but be asked, my personality doesn't allow for the polite bullshitting, instead wanting to get straight to the point.

"I'm doing great, heading to my dorm right now actually, I know you're waiting for me." Her response is confusing, we haven't kept in contact at all, and I didn't even know she was in university. Something starts to scratch in the back of my mind, this conversation feels off.

"What are you talking about? Why did you call me?" My question is overflowing with the need for an answer, my voice lowering so that prying ears can't hear.

"Yah, I did go down to California for spring break. The horse races were crazy!" With this sentence my thoughts still. When Y/N was just a little girl, I taught her certain phrases to say when something is happening to her; and this was one of the scariest scenarios:

She was being actively followed.

My breathing gets heavier, and my heart feels like it's ramming against my rib cage. I grip my phone so tight it feels like I might crush it. Thinking quickly, I stride out of my office and back into the conference room, JJ falls silent as they all look at me.

Motioning for everyone to stay quiet, I pull the phone away from my ear and put it on silent.

"I'm with my team Y/N, tell me where you are."

"...I'm walking to (university name), I was just in town, but I'm currently passing some gas station. I should only be about 10 minutes away, so I'll meet you there." I can hear her straining to keep a normal pitch and her breaths becoming faster, alerting me that she is worried. I point at Garcia, her eyes lighting up with understanding as she begins typing away on her computer.

By now, everyone looks confused and worried, but all are in work mode.

"Y/N, you need to get into a building, I don't care which one, you just need to find other people. NOW." My voice is harsh, and I know it's not helping the situation, but I need her to be safe.

———————

Y/N's POV:

He's almost shouting at me, but I know he's just worried, I can hear the almost inaudible waver in his voice. The tears are freely falling now, I've already passed the last building between town and my university.

The footsteps behind me speed up, it seems they noticed my predicament as well, they are going to do something to me, and there is nothing I can do. I speed up as well, wanting to be able to explain everything to Aaron.

"Aar.. A-Aaron...I-I'm sorry." I can't stop my voice from stuttering, sobs now mixing with my talking.

"I'm sorry I said I hated you. I was angry at myself, not you" My words drip with emotion, the guilt that flows through me is almost as painful as knowing I'm about to die.

"Y/N-" He tries to speak, but I interrupt him as I know I have little time.

"I'm sorry that your last memory of me will be over the phone, please forgive m-" My apologies are cut short, my phone being smacked to the ground. I try to face my attacker, but a punch to the face causes me to take a detour to the floor.

The rough asphalt rips into the flesh of my hands, it burns, but not as much as the kick I receive to the gut. I scream in pain, hoping someone will hear, but knowing deep down that no one will.

The person jumps on top of me, their weight forcing my already empty lungs to collapse even further, I feel like I'm gasping, but no air enters. Everything is blurry, and wet, it's all so disorienting.

Two large hands wrap around my throat, the pressure quickly increasing; I try to fight, feebly punching him with my weakening limbs.

I feel heavy, my head foggy, I kind of just want to close my eyes and sleep. As my eyelids droop closed, the last memory I have is of a blurry warm light from a lamp post a little ways away.

———————

Aaron Hotchner's POV:

After the screams and scuffle end, all we hear through the phone is silence, someone(I assume the attacker) picks up the phone, and ends the call after another few seconds. Sadness is surging through my body, I already know tears are dripping down my cheeks, but even through all my sorrow, I remain silent.

Everyone looks uncomfortable, looks of fear, anger, shock, and concern mingling in all of their expressions. JJ is about to say something when Garcia comes bustling through the door, she looks just as depressed as I feel.

"Sir, I know where she is."

[mungoed]

AHHHHH

foaming at the mouth

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 HIM

[h0tch-r0cket]

whoop whoop first edit of evil never dies👀👀

plus some bonus gifs🤪🫣😵‍💫

[gielinos]

I'm sorry but HAVE YOU SEEN THIS!?!?!?

[meet-me-in-the-pouringrain]

hiya this tiktoks just ruined my life

[kiwriteswords]

Aaron Hotchner + Plutchik's Wheel of Emotions

[antheaholmesblog]

I firmly believe Aaron has no real self esteem and is truly a selfless person due to childhood trauma and it's all really just a mask - his alpha personality - ...let us save him. He's such a vulnerable person. I really believe it shows deep down through the lines in the series, in the things he does or does not...the things he says or doesn't say. So I made this little wallpaper. Hope you enjoy.

[skylefanfiction]

This was such a very powerful yet sad moment when Aaron was signing his divorce papers that Haley had him served with at the end of Birthright and then when she called Jennifer to get him to sign them as he wasn’t answering his cell phone and about to interview convicted serial killer Chester Hardwick for their VICAP. Thomas was brilliant in this scene as it was clear Aaron knew that his marriage was fully over when he signed the divorce papers to give Haley custody of Jack unaware that two years later he would become a single parent after her murder. #criminalminds #criminalmindsfandom #criminalmindsscene #criminalmindscbs #aaronhotchner #thomasgibsonofficial #thomasgibson #heid #hotchreid https://www.instagram.com/p/CnYOobGuoDj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mrs-ssa-hotch]

Ok this is hilarious. I could totally see this happening. I’ve done this before with my husband 😂😂

[ellem1nds]

eu queria tanto que ele fosse meu tipo sério, acho que to ficando doente da cabeça (ele é a única cura

#aaronhotchner #thomasgibson #criminalminds

[simp4eshal]

the way im obsessed with this edit

[racingairplanes--archive]

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