Give me two fictional characters and I’ll tell you which I’d rather date.


(Source: jadefyre)

earthdad:

hello ma’am i came a long way to give u a flower and to tell u how pretty u r today

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autumnbotaum
Oswald wakes up the next morning in bed with Acel and, having forgotten what he was thinking the night before, quickly looked under the covers to make sure he was dressed. Having seen his pajamas let out a small sigh of relief before looking to Acel and gently cupping the Heavy's face in his hands. "Acel...! It's time to get up...!"


holdtightheavy:

autumnbotaum:

holdtightheavy:

Hmmm? *Acel yawns and stretches before opening his eyes, quite comfortable thank you very much. Then he blinks sleepily at Oswald.* Get up…? When did you get here?

Oswald returns after having clumsily and hastily made some sort on concoction that deserved the title of breakfast; some refrigerate muffins saved from his parents visit, burnt toast, and unmarked bottles of jam. Well, at least he hoped they were jam. On the bright side, however, his tea was more than sufficient to make up for the subpar meal he was bringing to Acel’s room. 


"I hope you like cold, American muffins and tea! I wish we were given more, fresh goods to bake with… All I have in the kitchen are left overs.." The medic hummed sadly, setting the tray on the nearby nightstand before sitting on the bed.

As long as the tea is not cold, *Acel replies with an amiable if still slightly drowsy grin. He reaches for a cup, and a muffin. Right now he’s just hungry enough that it doesn’t really matter what it tastes like.* I am not really good at breakfasts myself, unless you like chilled fruit soups. Strawberry, raspberry. Other than that, I can make pancakes that are only sort of burnt.

"Only sort of burnt pancakes? I think those would go absolutely wonderfully with my overly goopy, bland oatmeal!" Oswald laughed, taking a cup for himself and sipping at it softly. "But you’ll be happy to know my mother baked the muffins! I don’t exactly have her skills in the kitchen, I think she just passed down her mole to me." 

He crawled over the other again, holding the teacup high and making sure none of it spilled on the bed, before returning to his spot where he had been cuddled up next to the larger mercenary.


autumnbotaum
Oswald wakes up the next morning in bed with Acel and, having forgotten what he was thinking the night before, quickly looked under the covers to make sure he was dressed. Having seen his pajamas let out a small sigh of relief before looking to Acel and gently cupping the Heavy's face in his hands. "Acel...! It's time to get up...!"


holdtightheavy:

autumnbotaum:

holdtightheavy:

Hmmm? *Acel yawns and stretches before opening his eyes, quite comfortable thank you very much. Then he blinks sleepily at Oswald.* Get up…? When did you get here?

Oswald nodded again, smiling pleasantly. “Yes! Especially since you let me sleep here…! I can’t exactly cook very well, but I’ll come up with something! I’ll be back in just a tick, you can go back to sleep…!”

The medic gave Acel’s cheek a friendly peck before pushing himself up in bed and proceeding to crawl over the larger man. He made a move to straddle the other before moving once again to get off the bed, only to wind up falling off the bed and hitting the floor with a soft thud. Oswald let out a pained, ‘okay, I’m going now…!’ Before meekly pushing himself up and walking out.

Okay… *Acel hums sleepily at the peck on the cheek, then rouses a bit more than he has until this point when Oswald smacks into the floor.* Are you all right?

*After the Medic leaves the room he sits up with another long stretch, then hazards a glance under the covers at himself. Boxers, okay. That was decent enough, and the other man had been wearing pajamas. There had just been some nice cuddling — he kind of hopes there will be more along with breakfast, but keeps his expectations low in order to deftly sidestep any potential disappointment.*

Oswald returns after having clumsily and hastily made some sort on concoction that deserved the title of breakfast; some refrigerate muffins saved from his parents visit, burnt toast, and unmarked bottles of jam. Well, at least he hoped they were jam. On the bright side, however, his tea was more than sufficient to make up for the subpar meal he was bringing to Acel’s room. 

"I hope you like cold, American muffins and tea! I wish we were given more, fresh goods to bake with… All I have in the kitchen are left overs.." The medic hummed sadly, setting the tray on the nearby nightstand before sitting on the bed.

otpprompts:

Imagine your OTP engaging in fluffy after-care following a session of BDSM or intense, rough sex. Trading kisses and loving words, cleaning each other up, tending to any bruises or the like their play might have left, and overall just taking the time to reaffirm their relationship and make sure they’re both in a good place emotionally.


autumnbotaum
Oswald wakes up the next morning in bed with Acel and, having forgotten what he was thinking the night before, quickly looked under the covers to make sure he was dressed. Having seen his pajamas let out a small sigh of relief before looking to Acel and gently cupping the Heavy's face in his hands. "Acel...! It's time to get up...!"


holdtightheavy:

autumnbotaum:

holdtightheavy:

Hmmm? *Acel yawns and stretches before opening his eyes, quite comfortable thank you very much. Then he blinks sleepily at Oswald.* Get up…? When did you get here?

"Oh no, of course I don’t mind." He replied, smiling at the other as he idly combed a hand through his hair. Tea would get him up? That usually never did the trick for anyone but himself, at least getting him up would be easy.

But another minute or so in bed wouldn’t hurt… He got comfortable, pushing a hand through his own hair, no longer in it’s proud pompadour before returning his gaze to the heavy. “Are you sure you don’t want me to make you breakfast…?”

*Well, if he gets to choose, he’d prefer tea in bed and then get up after. But he can be flexible about that. For now, he puts a friendly arm around Oswald.*

*Acel has missed cuddling. These days, he usually only gets cuddles from Sergej, but that’s complicated. This is much simpler and by far more relaxing.*

… I would not say no to breakfast. Are you offering?

Oswald nodded again, smiling pleasantly. “Yes! Especially since you let me sleep here…! I can’t exactly cook very well, but I’ll come up with something! I’ll be back in just a tick, you can go back to sleep…!”

The medic gave Acel’s cheek a friendly peck before pushing himself up in bed and proceeding to crawl over the larger man. He made a move to straddle the other before moving once again to get off the bed, only to wind up falling off the bed and hitting the floor with a soft thud. Oswald let out a pained, ‘okay, I’m going now…!’ Before meekly pushing himself up and walking out.


autumnbotaum
Oswald wakes up the next morning in bed with Acel and, having forgotten what he was thinking the night before, quickly looked under the covers to make sure he was dressed. Having seen his pajamas let out a small sigh of relief before looking to Acel and gently cupping the Heavy's face in his hands. "Acel...! It's time to get up...!"


holdtightheavy:

autumnbotaum:

holdtightheavy:

Hmmm? *Acel yawns and stretches before opening his eyes, quite comfortable thank you very much. Then he blinks sleepily at Oswald.* Get up…? When did you get here?

"Wot? You’re growing back to sleep…? Acel, you can’t go back to sleep, you silly bear, it’s already morning-"

Oswald stopped himself as he mulled over how kind Acel was, especially after being allowed in his bed and welcomed to stay for as long as he wanted. No, being a early bird wasn’t necessary today, so he simply quieted himself and nodded his head, watching the heavy fall back asleep in his hands. “Are you hibernating…?” He asked quietly.

*Acel lets out a low, rumbling laugh at the question.* Not hibernating, just sleepy. I am not actually a bear. And there is no battle scheduled for today, so. *He yawns again.*

I will wake up when I have to, or when there is tea. But for now, this is very nice… if you do not mind, I mean.

"Oh no, of course I don’t mind." He replied, smiling at the other as he idly combed a hand through his hair. Tea would get him up? That usually never did the trick for anyone but himself, at least getting him up would be easy.

But another minute or so in bed wouldn’t hurt… He got comfortable, pushing a hand through his own hair, no longer in it’s proud pompadour before returning his gaze to the heavy. “Are you sure you don’t want me to make you breakfast…?”


autumnbotaum
Oswald wakes up the next morning in bed with Acel and, having forgotten what he was thinking the night before, quickly looked under the covers to make sure he was dressed. Having seen his pajamas let out a small sigh of relief before looking to Acel and gently cupping the Heavy's face in his hands. "Acel...! It's time to get up...!"


holdtightheavy:

autumnbotaum:

holdtightheavy:

Hmmm? *Acel yawns and stretches before opening his eyes, quite comfortable thank you very much. Then he blinks sleepily at Oswald.* Get up…? When did you get here?

"I’m not quite sure myself… I suppose last night, I can’t very well remember why though…" He hummed thoughtfully, playing with the other’s scruffy face. "I apologize now for bothering you…! I don’t know wot I was thinking….!"

Hm. *The Heavy’s eyes start to drift closed again. It’s nice having someone in bed with him, and the hands on his face are lulling him back to sleep.* It is okay. You can stay if you want…

"Wot? You’re growing back to sleep…? Acel, you can’t go back to sleep, you silly bear, it’s already morning-"

Oswald stopped himself as he mulled over how kind Acel was, especially after being allowed in his bed and welcomed to stay for as long as he wanted. No, being a early bird wasn’t necessary today, so he simply quieted himself and nodded his head, watching the heavy fall back asleep in his hands. “Are you hibernating…?” He asked quietly.


autumnbotaum
Oswald wakes up the next morning in bed with Acel and, having forgotten what he was thinking the night before, quickly looked under the covers to make sure he was dressed. Having seen his pajamas let out a small sigh of relief before looking to Acel and gently cupping the Heavy's face in his hands. "Acel...! It's time to get up...!"


holdtightheavy:

Hmmm? *Acel yawns and stretches before opening his eyes, quite comfortable thank you very much. Then he blinks sleepily at Oswald.* Get up…? When did you get here?

"I’m not quite sure myself… I suppose last night, I can’t very well remember why though…" He hummed thoughtfully, playing with the other’s scruffy face. "I apologize now for bothering you…! I don’t know wot I was thinking….!"



Oh Acel! holdtightheavy

If we kissed?

[] Quickie.
[] Tongue.
[] Softly bite your lip.
[] We wouldn’t.
[] Long and meaningful.
[] Let’s hit up the bedroom.
[] You remember last time?
[] Awkward…
[] Lol no.
[X] I’d kiss you more, you big, silly thing!

Would I go out with you?
[X] Yes, definitely.
[] No.
[] I want to, but it wouldn’t work.
[] Maybe. 
[] Nope, you’re like family.
[] You’re cute, but probably not.
[] Just simply not my type.
[X] If I knew you better.
[] Already did.
[] I don’t know.

If we took a picture together, we’d be…
[X] Hugging each other.
[] Just chilling.
[] Holding hands.
[] Kissing.
[] Acting dumb.
[] Normal picture.
[] You holding me from behind.

You are…
[X] Cute/Pretty.
[] Good looking.
[] Sexy.
[] All of the above 
[X] Handsome!

You + me + room = …
[] Movies.
[X] Cuddling.
[] Hanging out.
[X] Kissing.
[X] Playing games.
[X] Everything.
[] Wouldn’t let you in.

You should…
[] Hit me up.
[] Be mine.
[] Marry me.
[X] Reblog this so I can send you a heart.
[] be studying

If we got married, I’d…
[] Divorce you.
[] Make kids.
[] Take your money and bounce.
[] Smash every day.
[] I would cheat on you.
[X] Be faithful.
[] Kill you in your sleep 
[] We wouldn’t

[X] Kiss you!