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#tsum cater will be the only form of cater I will be soft for
ceruleancattail · 10 months
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Going to a karaoke booth with tsum cater. He's just perching on my shoulder as i go through song after song. Little hands bobbing at the screen, pointing out the songs trending at the moment, but slowly, it starts to dip into lesser known songs. Songs he holds dear.
The playlist is a mix of songs, both of our favoruites. Sure, some of his songs are cheesy, and Cater Tsum always get startled when one of my rock song blares through the speakers. But we're having fun, nonetheless.
If you want to know someone, look at what they listen to. Two conflicting personalities, coming together to sing. Maybe there's a spark. Who knows? It may one day become a roaring flame.
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ceruleancattail · 10 months
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Saw that requests were open so-
Cafe date with Deuce? 🥺
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I give you a cater gif cuz u like him
It’s Cater Tsum!!! The only form of Cater I’ll ever love/j
Date with Deuce!
Deuce x reader
You could hear him from a mile away.
The rev of his blastcycle, roaring to life. The defiant shout of a beast, tearing down the road. A cloud of smoke engulfed you, the deafening screech of tires against gravel.
In the midst of all the smog, a beaming face soon emerged, helmet’s visor tugged up. Deuce’s lips stretched into a boyish grin, his eyes alight with the flames of adrenaline.
His enthusiasm was rather infectious.
Your lips twitched upwards, a smile spreading across your face. Leaning onto the side of his blastcycle, you nudge his jaw with your knuckles playfully.
“Gonna take me for a ride, cutie?”
A squeak, Deuce’s cheeks glowing a hot pink.
“I… I mean… I…”
You laugh, before jabbing your elbow into his arm. Deuce winces slightly, before a chuckle slips from his lips. Feet planted onto the ground, he pushes the blastcycle closer to the sidewalk.
For your convenience.
How gentlemanly, you muse silently. Swinging your legs over the seat, you hop into the blastcycle. Your legs press against his, his warmth bleeding through his clothes. Smiling softly, you scoot closer to Deuce, arms slowly snaking across his waist.
Chest pressed into his back, your heartbeat beating into his skin. His heartbeat responds in kind, a rapid rhythm pounding wildly. Maybe you were holding on too tight.
You loosen your grip ever so slightly, giving him more breathing room.
Deuce notices. His hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you forward. Pulling your arms back around his waist, Deuce leans back ever so slightly. His helmet bumps against your forehead with a loud thud.
You yelp, hands immediately rushing to your forehead. Deuce lets loose an equally loud yelp, turning around frantically. His hands fumble around, cupping your cheeks. His fingers trembled as they hold you. Deuce’s eyes scan your face, filled to the brim with worry.
“Are you alright?”
You give him a thumbs up, free hand still nursing the bruise. Upon looking at his panicked expression, you jab him in the arm again.
“I’m fine, Deuce. But for this, you’re treating today! I want all the cakes, okay?”
Cooing, you wiggle your fingers at him teasingly. Deuce heaves a sigh of relief, hands lingering for a second longer. The warmth of his palms surges through your cheeks, almost like soft kisses pressed into your skin. If you closes your eyes, you could imagine his lips on your face.
Kissing you slowly, gently…
A sharp click. Your eyes snap open, to see Deuce unbuckling his helmet. He slips it onto you, fingers deftly adjusting the straps. It fits snuggly on your head, still warm from Deuce’s body heat.
You stare quizzically at him. Deuce only laughs nervously, a sheepish grin playing on his lips.
“I don’t want you to get hurt. Especially on a date, y’know?
What kind of boyfriend would I be then?”
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