i need hotch telling reid he loves him by understanding him the most, comforting him with his words and stability, lifts home, pointed questions, and unexpected dimples to awkward jokes no one else gets. he's spent his whole life in repression and holding himself back, his love is woven deep and hidden so no one could ever interfere. he tells reid he loves with honest confessions and actions far louder than words.
i need reid telling hotch he loves him by him grabbing the chief's face and kissing the living daylights out of him when they're supposed to be arguing after they were a bit too reckless after a case, too self-sacrificing. he never learned how to be subtle and for the first time in hotch's life, maybe he could teach hotch how to let go
the two ppl most likely to stand in front of a loaded gun in the hands of frantic madmen without concern for their life. they know each other and they love. they love each other in their own ways and they won't ever stop. when they come home to each other they whisper i love you's until it rings in their ear because each day might be their last.
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My favorite Arctic Monkeys albums are the ones that follow Last Shadow Puppets albums. These albums are my gems. My weird ones, the ones that people didn't understand, the ones where we get at least 50% lovesick Alex trying to navigate his situationship with Miles Kane after coming down from the rush of tour. These are the dreamy albums, packed with songs are about escaping and being haunted and being far away. These are the albums where the music lifts the words in ways we hadn't heard them play previously.
Humbug, with few song exceptions (Cornerstone I love you forever but you feel like you belong somewhere else), sounds like it was recorded underwater. The drums thud. The rough edges are smoothed off Alex’s voice and the songs are sinking into an unknown.
And nine years later Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino flips the narrative. It's the sound of a place that doesn't exist and can't exist. It's the mirror of Humbug, where Alex's lyrics float in a galaxy of shimmering reverb. The production is polished and layered and he's crooning high above the Earth.
I think as a fandom we spend a lot of time having fun with the conversations betwen Alex and Miles via their songs and albums. But I haven't spent as much time thinking about how Alex’s songs and albums are a conversation with himself.
I think I really fell in love with Miles’s songwriting because I saw it thru Alex’s eyes. I also had a lot of fun playing around with THEIR shared influences as songwriters (Marc Bolan, we love you). But I suspect I grew to love Miles’s work because I see the traces of him in Arctic Monkeys songs. This is ESPECIALLY SO on the post TLSP projects.
I'm going to have some fun, and I'd love your thoughts. I've intertwined portions of AM3 and AM6 albums and b sides in this playlist. Are these songs from 2009 / 2018 having a conversation? How would we as a fan community arrange this list?
“No,” Tony shakes his head, “We’re not doing this.”
“Doing what!?” Peter demands, exasperated, “What is it that we cannot do?”
“This, us,” Tony sighs, “Kid, you have to understand. I’m not made for you. You’re meant to go out and find someone your own age, who doesn’t have drinking problems and isn’t mentally unstable. You deserve better than me, Pete.”
“I don’t want anything better, Tony,” Peter narrows his eyes, his chin jutting up, “There isn’t anyone better out there for me. I want you.”
“Kid–”
“Stop calling me that,” Peter growls, “I’m twenty-five fucking years old. I’m not that sixteen year old you met all those years ago. I’ve grown up and I know what I want. And I know what you want, too.”
“It doesn’t matter what I want, Peter,” Tony tells him sadly, “And you being twenty-five now doesn’t lessen our age gap.”
“Damn our age gap, then!” Peter cries. He reaches out for the older man’s hands and pulls him closer so that their faces are only inches apart. “Damn what anyone else has to say about us and damn what you think I want. Because I want you. How many times do I have to say it?”
“Until you realize what a mistake that is,” Tony whispers. He grazes his thumb over Peter’s cheekbone and down to the corner of his lip. Peter shudders and closes his eyes, leaning into the touch, “You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.”
“I think I do,” Peter smiles lightly, he takes a few steps closer and backs Tony into the wall. And then it all comes stumbling out, “You think I’m adorable when I’m mad. You want me but falsely believe you cannot have me. You feel overwhelmed that I exist.”
Tony blinks, his eyes searching Peter’s face, “What, are you reading my non-existent diary or something?”
Peter laughs breathily. “I know you don’t remember telling me those things. But drunk words <i>are</i> sober thoughts.”
With a deep swallow, Tony sighs, “You got me there, kid.”
“Tony, I said to stop calling me kid,” Peter practically whines.
“Force of habit,” Tony shrugs.
“Okay, then for now on you’ll be Mr. Stark again. I’ll add in a few sirs here and there, too. You know what, maybe I’ll even call you da–”
He’s cut off by an abrupt but welcome crash of the lips. Peter hums and instantly melts into it, his hands finding Tony’s defined biceps. He takes it one step further by pressing Tony closer to the wall and opening his mouth, welcoming the older man’s tongue. Tony seems hesitant at first but doesn’t take too long to start exploring Peter’s mouth as if it’s his last day on earth.
Heat races up and down Peter’s body and everything within him buzzes for more. More of Tony, more of them, together, as one. Involuntarily, his hips thrust into Tony’s, but the pleasure that follows isn’t anything he’d give up.
Tony pulls back just slightly, their foreheads pressed together, “Peter–”
“Shut up,” Peter demands through gritted teeth. He pulls Tony back into the kiss, and Tony lets him. Peter feels Tony’s hands travel down to the back of his thighs before he's suddenly hoisted up so that his legs are wrapped around Tony’s torso.
“Couch,” Peter pants between kisses. Tony obliges and walks him over to the couch, not breaking the kiss even as he sets Peter down onto his back.
Peter uses his legs to squeeze Tony in closer and his hands on the older man’s hips to guide them into steady thrusts. Tony and Peter’s moans are twisted together in a sort of harmony.
“God, kid, you’re perfect,” Tony gasps, “So beautiful. Breathtaking.”
Peter flips them over and Tony is sitting up with Peter on his lap. “Just for you, sir,” Peters smirks, satisfied when Tony’s entire body jerks in pleasure at the title, and dives in for more.
posting this here bc tiktok sucks and I really like how it turned out