#bostonpahtee

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

Hi, I’m having trouble looking for a ml fic, it’s about Adrien and Marinette doing a parenting project together w/ a sack of flour, Adrien kinda goes overboard and emotions happen, identity reveal happens, M says she’ll give A all the kids he wants when they’re older, angst w/happy ending. I really can’t find it, can you help?

I’m opening this up to the followers! Anyone know the name of the story Bostonpahtee is looking for?

One possibility (from @swiftshade007):

Sack Babies by insomniatictitan

~Mod LadySunami

[klanceficatalogue]

Hi! I love your blog! I don’t know if it’s already been asked (if it has, you can link me) but do you have recs for klance accidentally/unknowingly getting married? — bostonpahtee

HELL YEAH I DO, despite this au being fricken stupid its one of my absolute favourites. - Karri

Accidental Bonding by Newbiemans2015 (1/1 | 2,963 | Not Rated)

Whilst trapped on an alien planet Keith and Lance accidentally get married, and now how to deal with the consequences.

and here comes the blushing groom by hiriki (4/4 | 37,663 | Teen And Up)

"Well, I'm just glad both of you are in no immediate danger." "Excuse me? I think marrying Keith counts as immediate danger?"

Lance screams about his feelings through text messages.

Diplomatic Difficulties by TemenCMoth (3/? | 10,863 |Teen And Up)

Allura sat with her head in her hands. Coran balked. Hunk was frozen, new goo concoction slowly leveling out on the floor. Shiro looked stricken, hand in a white-knuckle grip on the back of a chair. The only sound in the room was the little clack-clack of Pidge's keyboard.

The room was filled with tension thick enough to be cut with a bayard, a silence so loud none of them noticed Rover hovering behind Keith.

They sure noticed when he started playing the Wedding March.

[crimesofadeadpool]

Prompt I'm just gonna throw out there: drunk horny Peter using his best pick up lines on Wade, they are extremely nerdy (science and pop culture) because Peter

So it’s 4:30am and I have to start getting ready for work at 6am for my first 7am shift and I have this fucking intense desire to write something and almost all my prompts are related to an ask game I’m pretty sure I shut over a year ago and so I’m writing this because reasons. Also screw you it’s not exactly what you ask for but fight me Boston. You’re so bloody rude you don’t even deserve this one bit.

Peter dropped himself into Wade’s lap delicately. “S’rry to drop in on you like this.” Wade blinked twice at his lover. “Hey baby,” he said in that high-pitched way his voice got when he was cautiously trying to figure out if his boyfriend was a hallucination or not. “What’s up?” Peter leant in with a drunken smile and whispered in his ear. “You. Soon.”Wade’s hands clenched in Peter’s top. Had to be a hallucination. Fuck, but Peter got horny when he drank. Real? Dammit Peter had said he wasn’t going to drink, Wade always ended up with a shattered pelvis by the end of those nights. At least, that’s what he told Peter to make him kiss it better. “Fun night then?”  Peter pulled his head back to look him seriously in the eyes. “I only had two drinks,” he declared loudly. Wade scoffed and his hands slid under the hem of Peter’s shirt and ran up his back to pull him close. “Oh, we believe you Spidey.” [Can the author fact check that please?] “Maybeee another two on top of that,” Peter added sheepishly and then ground his hips down into Wade’s lap. “You could be on top of me in a few minutes.” Wade’s whine caught in the back of his throat as he choked out a “You know I prefer you on top, baby boy.”Peter snorted ridiculously and leant in again, teeth grazing the scarred mass that was Wade’s ear. “I never said who was doing the topping.” “As long as you’re gonna be doing me,” Wade whispered back before violently pulling Peter to his chest, Peter flush against him. Peter lifted his head up and planted a kiss on Wade’s head, before darting off his lap, Wade whining at the loss of contact as Peter towered over him holding out his hand. He grinned down at Wade. “We thank you for choosing Parker Airlines,” he began boldly as his eyes trailed down Wade’s sitting form hungrily. Wade snorted and took his hand, standing in front of Peter eagerly. “Bedroom?” Peter nodded and leant in for a kiss.

Your punishment for being so mean is that this is a pretty shitty ficlet so suffer Boston.

[crimesofadeadpool]

Pls write: a black cat loves a little ladybug, the ladybug is a tsundere and loves him too

The black cat trailed his prey, tail high in the air as it readied itself to pounce on the beautiful red ladybug in front on him. A pause. And then the cat pounced on its prey, only for the ladybug to fly, ever so carefully out of its reach. The cat pouted. The ladybug dropped herself down on the floor a meter away from the cat once more. The game began anew. This was what you wanted right? Like I don’t know why you’re fetishing a household pet and an insect but that seems about right for you, my perverted friend.

[0n-y0ur-left]

bostonpahtee reblogged your post and added: “I think I’ve officially reached my saturation point of fucks to be...”

(Include food in that. Chocolate and jello are...

I mean... wine is fermented grapes, that counts too.

(lol, there will def be food involved - likely Indian food from the freezer, but STILL)

[0n-y0ur-left]

Head cannon thing: No powers AU, buff Bucky/skinny Steve, first time Bucky sees Steve, his first thought is 'I want that man to climb me like a tree'

omfg, so I love this because I always think of it going the other way, but this is PERFECt

1.  Let’s go no powers college AU, wherein Steve and Bucky both meet during welcome week as freshman.  And to make it even more fun, let’s say they’re both slightly non-trad students, in that Steve is a few years older than most freshman because he was a. 2 years behind in graduating high school due to sickness/surgeries in elementary and b. took some time after HS to figure his shit out.  Bucky is ‘behind’ because he was pursuing some high-level athletic competition (for giggles, we’ll say he went to the olympics in wrestling or crew or some equally out-there sport that means he’s fucking JACKED when he comes to school)

2.  They both luck out and get placed in an upperclassmen dorm, despite being freshman.  Which makes starting college as 20+ year-olds a little less awkward; and then they meet each other, which helps immensely.

3.  And here’s the thing - the first time Bucky sees Steve down the hall is in passing, and he figures he’s just some tiny baby freshman punk who got accidentally placed in the upperclasmen hall.  But then he gets a closer look at the tiny blond, and he sees how strong his jawline is, and how mature he looks, despite his short and scrawny stature, and just... damn.   Bucky’s grown up around athletes his whole life, and has mainly only been attracted to well-built guys like himself (since they’re all he’s been exposed to), but one look at this tiny guy who’s simultaneously dainty and yet completely masculine, and all Bucky can think about is what he’d look like in his bed.

4.  (and more than that - there’s this weird part of Bucky that doesn’t even want to admit it, but he wants to know what it would be like to be bossed around and held down by this short, scrawny, fucking beautiful man, who seems to have just as big of a voice and personality as he has a small stature - which is somehow exactly what Bucky was expecting)

5.  And hey, for laughs, let’s combine this with the old headcanon I did where Steve doesn’t know he’s being hit on - they beat around the bush for the longest time, where Bucky thinks he’s low-key succeeding in hitting on Steve and Steve is just completely fucking confused, until Buck oversteps his boundaries and Steve lashes out, and they’re finally forced to talk about their feelings.  And once Steve gets over the shock of realizing that yes, Bucky really, truly is into him, and has been since the met, then Bucky is able to realy turn the charm on and successfully prove that he is painfully, obviously attracted to Steve.

6.  And look, I never write smut, so I’m not going to explicitly tell you that tiny little Steve ends up being Alpha/top/dom in their relationship, but... he totally is.  And Bucky’s over the fucking moon about it.

Send me an AU/pairing and I’ll give you 5+ headcanons for it

[crimesofadeadpool]

Spideypool Pokemon go meet cute? Please and thank you

Boston is sick and that’s horrible and she should come here to Australia so I’ll stop getting messages about her being sick which is very sad. Also she could be the money earner and I’ll be the lazy house husband...but Boston rejected me which is very upsetting, she seems to think that if we were married I’d actually have to, you know, do something, like get a job and stuff and like that’s too much effort for me so she’s getting this fic instead I guess. Also she’s totally trying to get me to help her cheat on Pokemon Go cos she wants a Kangaskhan which I’ve got several times because you know I actually live in the place it spawns so idk like I only use it as motivation to help with y’know, getting out of the house, I’ve never even played or watched pokemon before I downloaded the game. Also cos I’m in Australia and the pattern of what pokemon is generated depends on the terrain and all so if I get something more Australia-ish...ughh idk. Peter sighed and cast a side-longed glance at his phone as it vibrated. Why were there only Rattatas around? Of course there was some black blob of shadow on his tracker, but Peter wasn’t one of those Pokemon hunters. He just liked playing to and from uni and work. “Watch out!” called a voice just before a figure streaked towards and crashed into him. Peter grunted as he hit the pavement. The thick man above him blinked down guiltily, apparently not at all unbalanced by plowing into Peter’s skinny frame. They stared at each other for a few seconds. “Ow,” Peter said pointedly. “I’msorry,” the man blurted out, holding up his phone. “There’s an Eevie near here and I’m so close to getting all the evolutions unlocked.” Peter raised an eyebrow and reached for his phone as he stood up. “There’s only a rattata near here.” The man shook his head. “It’s close, I’m telling you. I have a fifth sense for these things.” “Sixth sense,” Peter corrected as he wiped his hands on his jeans and checked for grazes. Nothing serious.“I see dead people,” the man quoted dutifully. Peter shot him a look. “That’s not wh-” He shook his head. “I have to go.” “But I don’t even know your name!” Peter blinked. “You just plowed in-“ The man let out a very childish giggle. “Not yet, but I’m free this Saturday.”Peter’s mouth snapped shut and he flushed at the implications. “I have to go.” “You didn’t tell me your name.” “Did I not?” Peter asked as he began to walk away. “Mine’s Wade,” the man said quickly as he followed him. He held out a hand, attached to a very thick, muscular bicep which totally wasn’t hot because Peter was a normal man who wasn’t going to perve on the guy who just tried to pick him up with a very lame punchline because Peter didn’t pay attention to his words. “Wade Wilson.” Peter eyed the hand cautiously. “Peter,” he settled on carefully as he took the hand. Wade shook it enthusiastically. “I know,” he told him. “We’re in the same media class.” Peter blinked twice at him. “What?” “Well, not the same media class. But we have the same lecture. You probably don’t notice me cos you’re always too busy with the hot red head and her blonde girlfriend trying to point out hot guys for you to date. I was the one they called ‘muscular like a viking god’ and you, without even looking at me, I might add, called ‘a brainless, steroid loving, cut out of a person more obsessed with my own reflection than with the real world.’“ Peter flushed. That did sound familiar. In fact, he’d been quite proud of that one. It had been a cold, calculated burn meant to stop them trying to set him up with every guy they saw. He was fine being the third wheel. People envied him for it, really, the only guy in a group of a very hot lesbian couple. “Oh.” He said. Then stopped. He ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry. They keep trying to, you know, set me up with people.” Wade shrugged. “I thought it was quite clever. Rude, hurtful, based on a stereotype that I don’t actually fit into, but clever.” Peter gave him a sheepish grin. “Sorry.” “It’s okay. I know how you can make it up to me.”“You do.” Peter repeated doubtfully. Wade waved his hands towards a cafe a few hundred meters ahead of them. “You can buy me coffee?” I actually love this idea and I’m a genius. Also screw your ‘college’ and ‘inches’ and ‘feet’, there’s only so much I can do on an Australian vocab.

[crimesofadeadpool]

Plz write spideypool

So I told Boston if she sent me a message telling me to write something and a ship I’d do that. So she sent me an actual plot prompt and I was like no I’m only doing nonplot prompts at the moment. So she sent me three more plot prompts, including one about pudding and I was like so instead of me writing postcoital sex (which is what I was feeling like writing at that moment) you want pudding, and she was like yeah who needs smut and I was like wow that’s so uncharacteristically un-Boston of you and she was like yeah I guess I’m growing up - ha, just kidding, after I told her I was considering doing a postcoital groping ficlet she begged me repeatedly to do it but I still feel in her heart she wants me to write about her pudding. But since I finally mangaged to get her to send me a nonplot prompt (by texting her saying ‘LITERALLY JUST WRITE ‘PLZ WRITE SPIDEYPOOL’) I figure if she’s so desperate for a fic about finding pudding in the fridge and then realising it’s out of date, (an actual true story about what happened to her while she was messaging me “I found pudding in my fridge, write about that. Wait it’s out of date’” ) she can write it herself. Peter threw himself down on Wade’s lap, where Wade was nakedly sprawled on the couch watching late night reruns. Wade pulled a face at him. “You’re wet,” he said in a low voice in Peter’s ear, that would’ve stirred something in him if they hadn’t spent the last few hours in one of Wade’s ‘hey let’s see who can keep it up longer’ sex marathon edition. Peter rested his head back against Wade’s shoulder, wet hair dripping water down Wade’s back. He tilted his head and risked running his tongue round the soft shell of Wade’s ear. Wade gave him a suspicious look. “Too soon for a rematch, baby boy, even for me.” Peter chuckled softly and brought a hand to the opposite side of Wade’s neck to pull him in closer, kissing him softly on the lips before attacking his neck with soft kisses. Wade let out a small noise and his arms rested on Peter’s slim hips before running fingers down Peter’s thighs. “What are we watching?” Peter murmured, trying to focus on the tv. “No idea,” Wade replied, a kiss pressed to the nape of Peter’s neck. “Sounds good.”Wade laughed. “You’re still all wet.” “You could dry me off,” Peter offered smoothly. Wade snorted. “Demon,” he pushed Peter down onto the couch. “I thought you’re supposed to be the good guy.” Peter blinked innocently up at him. “Asking others for help is part of the definition of being a good guy.” Wade dropped a kiss on his forehead. “Evil spidey,” he chided. “Trying to coerce me into dirty, dirty things.”“Cleaning me up is the opposite of dirty.” Wade stuck out his bottom lip. “And he has to be grammar correct while being pornographic.” Peter grinned. “Pretty sure it wasn’t grammar I was correcting. Word usage, certain-” Wade cut him off with a kiss. “Bed.” “I thought it was too soon for a rematch.” “Someone needs to step in and make sure you don’t pervert innocents.” “I thought I was the innocent,” Peter protested. “All lies,” Wade grumbled back. I think that was the first time I did like proper like sexually aggressive Peter idk