#little peter 🥹

[aimeedaisies]

✨ 15 days of Princess Anne ✨

August is Princess Anne’s birth month and her 73rd birthday is on the 15th so until then we will look at her fascinating life, one photo for every year!

The seventies

1970 Princess Anne with her brother Prince Charles in an open top car on parade during their tour of New Zealand, March 1970.

1971 Princess Anne with Crown Prince Harald and Crown Princess Sonja of Norway in June 1971.

1972 Princess Anne, Prince Rainier III of Monaco and Princess Grace of Monaco (AKA Grace Kelly) at the Opera de Monte-Carlo in Monte-Carlo, Monaco, 7th July 1972.

1973 Prince Philip walking his daughter, Princess Anne, down to aisle at her wedding to Mark Phillips at Westminster Abbey, November 14 1973. (Don’t do it Anne 🙈)

1974 Princess Anne, wearing the festoon tiara, inspecting the 48th Canadian Hussars whilst on tour of Canada, 15th November 1974.

1975 Princess Anne, Mark Phillips, Lord Louis Mountbatten and King Carl Gustaf of Sweden attending a banquet at Claridges, 10th July 1975.

1976 Princess Anne riding Goodwill, in the dressage class of the Montreal Olympics, July 1976.

1977 Princess Anne with her newborn son Peter Phillips on his christening day, 12th December 1977.

1978 Princess Anne visiting the 4th Canadian Mechanized Brigade Group Headquarters and Signal Squadron at Lahr, West Germany, 20th October 1978.

1979 Princess Anne and her mother Queen Elizabeth II, out riding their horses in the snow, during their New Year holiday at Sandringham, 2nd January 1979.

[rhaenella]

White Collar 508: “Digging Deeper”

Peter: Holt’s gone. Jones checked his credit cards. He bought a plane ticket out of the country.

Neal: The only reason I’d buy a plane ticket under my name with my credit card is if I wanted someone to think I’d left the country.

Peter: The airline confirmed that he got on the plane.

Neal:☝️The airline confirmed someone with Holt’s ticket got on the plane…

[professional-benaddict]

Peter’s Leg / Don’t Ever Change, Part 4

au collab with @vaguekiwi 💗💗

previous parts here on AO3

“For the rest of my life?”

Stephen and Tony both nod, and Peter blinks at them in return.

They had just got home from the hospital. Peter was quiet during the car ride, and so were Daddies too. It was a lot for them to take in.

“A pill?” Peter asks, still progressing.

“Once every day.” Tony says.

“Just one?”

“Yeah.”

“For the rest of my life?”

“Well, for now. Who knows, in a few years there might be a new and better medicine on the market.” Stephen adds. “But, yeah. One pill every day from now on.”

Peter’s eyes fall down to his lap. He fiddles with his hands, thinking and thinking.

The last year has been a lot. Too many hospitals stays, and even more doctor’s appointments. All because Peter’s blood won’t act like it is supposed to.

But, at today’s appointment, the doctor seemed more hopeful than ever. Tony and Stephen were happy too, but Peter did not quite understand. Daddies realised that early on, hence the conversation with them all sat on the sofa.

“But…” Peter starts, but the words disappear from his mouth. Maybe they weren’t there to begin with.

“But, what?” Tony’s voice is gentle, and his hand warm on Peter’s back.

“But… am I still sick?”

“Yes and no.” Stephen starts. “Your symptoms are under control, and this new medicine will hopefully stop any other blood clots from forming. With this medicine, we can start living more the way we did before. So, in that sense, you’ll be feeling more like before.”

Petee guesses that is a good thing. But, why does he feel so heavy still? His eyes burn a bit, and his throat feels tight.

“And it’s just one pill.” Tony smiles, rubbing at Peter’s back. “At the most, you have been taking four different meds, baby. This will be as easy as anything.”

For the rest of his life…?

It still sounds like a lot, and Peter’s lips starts to wobble as tears gather in his eyes. Stephen and Tony embrace him from each side even before he lets out his first sob, and Peter feels small and hidden away. Just what he needs.

The boy cries for a while, and Daddies whisper sweet nothings, and yet, they are far from nothings. It’s everything Peter needs to hear.

It will be okay.

We are always here.

Things might change, but we will always have each other.

During his cry, Peter ended up on both Stephen and Tony’s laps. Peter has his upper body and face curled towards Tony’s stomach, and his legs on Stephen’s thighs.

“It’s okay to be sad, baby.” Tony says, and Peter nods with a sniffle.

It is sad, but deep down, he also knows it will be okay.

Daddies are there with him. Always.

[gwynlain]

Credits: @kloartz (@mayreadsbook27 & @bookishembers)

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

Sophie Shepard & Dominik Shepard (ME2)

Ft. Cmdr. Kaidan Alenko & Zaeed Massani MIRA'S MORE CANON ME2 "We both did the best we could do underneath the same moon- in different galaxies..." AKA: The aftermath of Lair of the Shadow Broker. Recruiting the Not-Dossier: Apollo. Mass Effect 2: Legendary Edition (2021) + Bonus :)

[trinemendes]

Shawn in LA recently

[no-mercy-bby]

GUYS PETER PLAYING PING PONG WITH HIMSELF IS A SNOOPY THANKSGIVING REFERENCE!!

[dreamings-free]

10/10/24 + comments:

PRE-ORDER LITTLE BOOK OF LOVE HERE

and watch the video from Krystle’s post here on insta 🥹♥️

[hearts401]

Okay it’s midnight which means I’m gonna save, pause playing, and doodle some stuff before bed

[actuallycassidyiambusy]

Been going through my art folders to make some room and decided to post some old work for your viewing pleasure. Most of them are ocs but oh well lol ON GOD I forgot I sketched the Oncler🤣

[rahafi]

[charlottecremababe]

I would probably only be able to trust them as far as I could throw them but I love these two so much🥹💕

would u trust them? i would

[ddejavvu]

hey could i request something with spencer where he like stretches and his top lifts up revealing a bit of his tummy and the reader just can’t resist reaching under his shirt and giving a little squeeze, just a cute little moment and maybe someone witnesses and teases them but they don’t care because they are just so in love with each other that it’s almost upsetting to look at 🥹

Spencer's combined stretch and yawn clearly relieve tension that's been building in the profiler's shoulders for god knows how long, but when you reach out to pinch the soft skin of his belly, he yelps in distress.

"Ow! What- you-!" Spencer blinks rapidly at you, somewhere between offended and confused, "Did you just pinch me?"

"Sorry." You shrug, "I saw it so I had to grab it."

Spencer's brows furrow, and you know his impressive brain is recalling a time when he'd heard Morgan schmooze a woman at a bar with those exact words. She'd been delightfully good-natured about the entire thing, and you hope Spencer will follow in her footsteps.

"You're a creep." He decides, "You waited until I was vulnerable, and then you blitz attacked me to incapacitate me so that you could have your way with me."

"That's my M.O," You nod patiently, "What's my motivation?"

"You love me?" He guesses, cheeks beautifully rosy as his voice peters out bashfully.

"That's why you're the BAU's genius," You grin, leaning in to kiss at his warm cheek, "You're always right."

[professional-benaddict]

Cookie anon here!! 🍪💖

I'm alive!!! And back with another random little! Peter thought!!! I was at the store and I saw a weighted plushie and I was thinking about Peter finding three of them and sewing on details (with the help of Steve) to make them look like him, Daddy Tony, and Daddy Stephen!!! 🥺🩷

Little! Peter has me soft 😭💖

“What about this, Petey? You could make patterns like this.”

“Hmm, no.”

Steve chuckles lightly and goes back to his sewing. Even if the Little was not impressed with that exact pattern, Steve still enjoys making it.

Sewing has been one of Steve’s hobbies for a few years, and recently he has started teaching Peter as well. The boy loves it, although not every pattern there is.

“Your Daddies will love them.” Steve says.

Peter hums, his tongue poking out from his mouth in keen concentration. He looks adorable and Steve would snap a picture of it and send it to Stephen and Tony, if it weren’t for the fact that the decorated plushies are a surprise.

They are sure going to be busy till Sunday afternoon when Peter’s Daddies come to pick him up after a weekend at Steve’s.

[pizzawrench]

hooked is so GOOD

[sunflowersteves]

miguel and the reader holding hands under the table during a meeting 🥹

poor miguel is so scared people are gonna think differently oof their boss if (when) they see you holding hands so he hides it even tho the reader knows everything is 100% fine and everyone knows their together 😭😭

have a great day/night and stay hydrated!!

omg this is so so CUTE and don’t worry I did stay hydrated love <3

warnings || miguel is a softie, fluff, making out, gender neutral reader

Hobie knew, if not immediately, when there was something more than just friendship between you and Miguel.

He saw the stolen glances, the soft feather-light touches, and the smallest of smiles that perked up against Miguel’s lips. Hobie would look around, wondering if anyone else had noticed the newfound love.

Alas, after much diving, he comes to the conclusion that he’s the only true observer around. Everyone else seems absolutely oblivious to the butterflies that practically dance around you two—well, until you bring Miguel a gift one afternoon.

It was a particularly hard day for Miguel. Another mission had gone wrong and he wasn’t able to fix it this time. It seemed to him that mission after mission kept failing.

Hobie, Peter, Gwen, and Miles were going to be sent on a mission to clean up the gigantic mess that was left in another Spider-Man’s wake, according to Miguel. It was a harsh meeting—that’s for sure.

As if on cue from Miguel’s sour and proliferated choice of words, you walked in.

“Hi.” You said, smiling brightly. “I brought you empanadas.”

Everyone sighed in relief at the mention of Miguel’s favorite food. Maybe he will calm down just a little bit.

“Gracias, cariño.” He says, taking the to-go box from your hands. He thought nothing of it as the lightest touch caressed against the small of your back.

In the background, Miles gasped—he gasped so loud that Miguel’s head whipped over to him. “You and—Oh.”

Miguel could only stare, eyebrows raising by themselves in surprise. Miles’ eyes widened and he quickly shrunk into his form. “Nothing! It’s nothing. I-I just—saw a spider!” His eyes widened. Again. “But not like a—like a radioactive one or—“

Miles winces at the rambling that tumbled out of his mouth and immediately clamps his mouth shut. “It’s great. I’m great. Everything’s great.”

It was entirely unconvincing. Extremely, unconvincing. Peter and Gwen just raise their eyebrows at him while Hobie nods to Miles.

Miles’ eyes continue to widen at the sudden confirmation from his friend. He opens mouth to ask a million questions going through his head, but the straight glare from Miguel snaps it shut.

It wasn’t that Miguel was embarrassed to be seen with you or anyone in HQ. In fact, when he visits your universe, he can’t stop with the public displays of affection. His arm envelops you as you walk, his finger caresses the shape of your jaw as you talk about your day, his lips press sweetly into your shoulder on the subway ride home, and sometimes his fingers purposely brush and tap against your thighs at your favorite dinner spot.

He was so proud of the person you had become and endlessly encouraged you in your passions. He drooped all over you—practically—at every given point.

Miguel was obsessed with you.

His only issue was the idea of you getting hurt. There was no rhyme or reason, in particular, as why that related to everyone at HQ—but he knew that this was a dangerous responsibility to take on.

Since you, everything and everyone became a threat. He will be damned if he lets anyone take you away from him.

So, due to his fears, you both agree—with terms—to not tell anyone in the spider-verse. It was nice too when everything wasn’t a fuss. Well, until you continuously slip up.

~

After Miles and Hobie already figured it out, it was Peter’s turn—but this discovery was much more of a shocking scene.

You were in his office—lair—whatever he liked to call it, sitting perched on his lap. Miguel’s arms were tightly wrapped around your waist and your hands were locked onto his muscled shoulders.

His mouth was perfectly slotted over yours, his deep breath fanning up against your cheek. His tongue swirled deliciously against your own as you pressed further into his chest.

You break apart for just a second, “Miguel.” You whined. As if he was a drug, your lips leaned forward once more—whining for the millionth time when his lips dodged yours.

He chuckled, his lips trailing lazy kisses along your neck. “Patience, cariño. You know I’ll take care of you.”

Your lips felt too swollen and your body felt too heated for you to make a conscious reply. Too kiss drunk, you just say his name once more. It was more desperate this time.

Miguel smirks smugly before leaning his lips down to yours again. You taste so sweet as he licks to the inside of your mouth—wanting to feel your velvety tongue. He growls at the feeling of your legs wrapping around him tighter.

Without any caution, Peter swings into Miguel’s office—despite lyla’s many protests.

“Hey, Miguel! Do you wanna see more Mayday pictures because I’ve got tons and I know that you’re busy but—oh my god!”

He screeches to a halt when he finally looks up from his daughter’s hand tightening around his finger to the sight of you—on Miguel’s lap with your tongues down each other’s throat.

His hand instinctively slaps Mayday’s eyes closed, even though she was already fast asleep in his arms.

You both, in practically a millisecond, jump out of each other’s skin and stand five feet apart. “Oh I’m—I was just—looking for a file.”

Miguel’s hand ruffles through his messy hair. “Yep. A file. They needed a file.”

He stared blankly at the two of you for a couple of moments. Miguel had patches of bruises that fluttered against his neck and as you predicted, your lips were swollen.

Then Peter smiled—he smiled so large. “Sure.” He drags out. “A file. Yeah, that’s exactly what you needed.”

Miguel grumbled underneath his breath while you stood too shocked to do anything quite yet.

~

Lastly, Gwen was the last one to notice. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t have figured it out, but more so she had a lot on her plate at the moment. Unfortunately, she was distracted more than normal.

Luckily, this was going t o be a highlight of her week—you and Miguel. About fucking time.

Everyone was in a meeting—you, Miguel, Hobie, Miles, Peter, and Gwen. Under the table, without anyone knowing, Miguel slowly interlaced your fingers together. Your lips twitched at the feeling and you squeezed his hand.

When Miguel got nervous, his hand would try and find your figure. It didn't matter what—a pinkie, your whole hand, an elbow, you name it. As long as he could find the comfort of the soft plains of your skin, he knew he would be okay.

Gwen nudged Hobie and Miles. She whispered as softly as she could. “Are they holding hands?”

Her eyes widened at the nod both of them gave back to her. Peter just smiles—almost too brightly at the sight of his friends being happy together.

"Yeah they are."

Gwen glares at them the three of them before whisper shouting. “You guys knew? And you didn’t tell me?”

Peter, very cautiously without suspicion, raised a hand in defense. "Well, I didn't wanna tell—you know, because I knew."

She rolled her eyes at the older man. "You're ridiculous. That's definitely not true."

“I knew the whole time. It was pretty obvious.” Hobie stated, unamused.

The other three gasped and it caused you and Miguel to slight jump—no spidey sense and all. "And you didn't even tell us?" Miles scoffed. Gwen just started to cuss as she was fed up, these were her friends for fucks sake. Peter just sniffed and whispered, "how could you?"

Miguel bellowed. “Are you idiot-brains even listening?”

As if on cue, each of their eyes widened substantially. Their lips were sealed tightly and nodded. Well, except Hobie. Hobie just laid back slightly more in his chair. Miles had to ask him how to be more unfazed.

"Not at all, blue panther. Just take them out of here and have a proper date now, yeah?" With that, Hobie takes his leave, despite the protests from Miguel to come back to finish the debriefing of a mission.

Miguel felt hot. He felt very hot. The entire team had just witnessed the two of you and he wasn't sure what you thought about it. You bit your lip and stared into his eyes. He could only stare back in nervousness before the realization followed him and toppled over him like a freight train.

Oh, who cares, he thought. A la mierda, he thinks once again.

"Will you? You know," He says it almost bashfully. You couldn't believe your eyes. "Go on a proper, real date?"

You smiled, so wide. You didn't have to hide anymore. Sure, you've had plenty of dates, but he's talking about a real one. One where you don't have to shove yourselves in bushes and wear non-recognizable clothes.

You press your thumb into his cheek and stroke softly. "I would love to, Miguel."

He smiles this time—it was wide and all of his teeth shown brightly through his lips.

"Ew you guys are gross." "This is the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life. Mayday, did you see?" "Can you guys adopt me?"

Miguel groaned, "Please, get out." He pauses a beat, "Now."