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Nathan Thorne | 25 | Cadet

[prestcnsx]

I’ll try to be on tonight if I don’t keel over from musical rehearsal learning the finale choreography so it’s gonna be a lot.

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[dreadwolfshenangians]

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Be on later today, had a lot of errands this morning.

[hudsbandwilliams]

Drew Starkey for Dazed

[armymxn]

Drew nodded slowly as the other mentioned the vast majority of his things would be confiscated, "That's probably an underestimation" he admitted with a roll of his eyes. He hated how intrusive the whole process felt.

"Well, the height is a perk around here" Drew pointed out jokingly, "helps me keep an eye out for the mentors" he added. His hands slipped into his pockets and he cracked a smirk when he was called Redwood. Drew was used to cracks about his height so it didn't bother him much.

"I guess I could help you out" Drew said as he grabbed one of the male's bags and slung it over his shoulder. "But you'll owe me, short stack" Drew quipped back with a wink.

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Nate blinked as Drew grabbed one of his bags, caught off guard for a moment before his smirk widened. “Short stack, huh? Wow, straight for the jugular,” he shot back, tone laced with playful sarcasm. “You’re really rolling out the warm welcome, aren’t you?”

He adjusted his sunglasses, feigning nonchalance as he trailed behind Drew. “Guess I can owe you... but don’t get too excited, Redwood. I’m not exactly in the business of handing out favors.”

Nate let his gaze flick to Drew’s towering frame again and added with a grin, “But hey, if you’re gonna haul my stuff, I might just keep you around. Think of it as a mutually beneficial arrangement—your height, my charm.”

[armymxn]

Drew smirked, "Nope, the bellhop has gone home for the day" the tall cadet teased as he looked the other up and down. He had no interest in becoming the academy's welcoming committee, but Nate seemed interesting and he was down to meet someone new.

"Nate" he repeated with a nod, slightly looking down at the shorter male. He rolled his eyes when the other made a comment about his height, "Never heard that one before" he said sarcastically before passing his hand through his brown hair. "You just drop your bags off at the intake desk over there" he motioned to the room. "They take a solid eighty percent of your shit and give you your uniforms" he pointed out.

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Nate followed Drew’s gesture toward the intake desk, his expression flickering between disinterest and mild annoyance. “Eighty percent of my stuff, huh?” He adjusted the strap of his duffel bag and glanced back at the car where his other bags still sat. “Guess they’re really rolling out the red carpet here.”

He gave Drew another once-over, his smirk returning. “And here I was thinking this place might have a height requirement. Good to know they’re an equal-opportunity academy.” Nate’s tone was teasing but not malicious as he turned toward the direction Drew had pointed.

“Well, thanks for the tip, Redwood,” he said over his shoulder, clearly amused by his own nickname. “I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing before I so rudely interrupted your, uh... stretching session. Unless you wanted to help a guy out, gorgeous..” he smirked hoping they could just get to know each other.

[prestonbros]

"Gum guy has a good ring to it" Myles joked with a smug smile before finally introducing himself, "I'm Myles. Myles Reed" he offered his last name though it probably didn't matter.

Myles gulped when Nate asked if he was officially ready for this. The cadet could acknowledge that this was a necessary. He couldn't just walk around with gum stuck in his locks. "I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be" Myles shrugged his shoulders when he saw the other cadet hold up his pocket knife. "Good. I'm jealous that it isn't a big deal for you" Myles said genuinely, "I've never really cut my hair short before so it's going to suck" he complained, opening up to the other as he felt a hand on his shoulder, "Thanks, Nate" he smiled.

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Nate smirked as he unfolded the knife. “Gum Guy it is, then. Nice to meet you, Myles Reed,” he said, his voice laced with teasing. He gave Myles’ shoulder a light squeeze before stepping closer.

“First time for everything,” Nate added when Myles mentioned never cutting his hair short. “But who knows? You might actually rock it. Maybe I’m secretly giving you a glow-up.” His grin softened into something more genuine. “Look, I get that it’s not ideal. But trust me, it’s just hair—and it’ll grow back before you know it.”

Nate worked carefully, his hands steady as he freed the gum from Myles’ hair. When he finished, he set the knife aside, dusting his hands off with satisfaction. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he said, leaning down to press a quick, playful kiss to the top of Myles’ head. Straightening up, he flashed Myles a small grin. “Told you I’ve got your back.”

[prestcnsx]

What’s a guy got to do get his cadet a mentor? 😂

[rafesbabygirlx]

Drew Starkey I’m in love with you!

[micahfox-deactivated20250218]

── .✦ mouthy, every last one of them. he'll deny it outloud, that he finds it incredibly sexy---- doesn't want it to go to his head, doesn't want it to go to any of their heads. except maybe drew's, easier that way. more so for drew than for micah. and oh, does he want to take this specific cadet over his knee and spank him right now. some lessons are learned the hard way after all. micah swallows the laugh down, it doesn't leave his mouth. despite the pompous attitude, the cadet didn't seem that bad. while the mentor has no experience in being that exceptionally wealthy in terms of money, he's never had to worry.

could've just said hi. that's rich, get it --- rich? coming from the rich pretty boy over here who is just begging for a hand to the ass. he crosses his arms over his chest, suppresses a huff. internalizes that shit. starts in on following the cadet, “don't break a nail, princess.”

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Nate stops mid-step, spinning on his heel to face the mentor with that same infuriatingly confident smirk, eyes practically glittering with mischief. "Don’t break a nail? Wow, what a charmer," he drawls, his voice thick with mock offense. He sets down the duffel, crossing his arms as if ready to settle in for a conversation. "But seriously, don’t you want to be a gentleman, sir? Give me a hand—bond a little. Get to know one another. Isn’t that, like, part of the whole mentorship vibe? Especially since I dont think i've been assigned one yet.."

He gestures lazily to the pile of luggage, leaning slightly as if to underscore his own effort—or lack thereof. "After all," he says, throwing in a dramatic sigh, "I just arrived. Wouldn’t want to start things off on the wrong foot, now would we?" The way he tilts his head, his tone hovering between playfulness and outright provocation, makes it clear he’s enjoying pushing buttons. He taps the side of a suitcase with his foot, as if inviting the mentor to take the bait. "So… what do you say, partner?"

[pierppasolini]

Queer (2024) // dir. Luca Guadagnino

[micahfox-deactivated20250218]

── .✦ get a load of this guy, more like get a load in this guy. there is only the subtle clench of his jaw, teeth pressing together. quick glance around, still mostly unbothered by the cadet's demeanor. idly, he wonders who was going to have the pleasure of breaking this cadet in--- well, continued efforts. the breaking in part could be anyone, not necessarily his assigned mentor. he thought of drew, and couldn't contain the feeling of how lucky he got. still, doesn't mean he can't order off the buffet.

though micah has yet to actually utter a single word to the cadet, he'll learn. but with the amount of luggage he'd brought, probably his whole damn closet by the look of it. he knows the type, pretentious, silver spooning feeding him his whole life. “this ain't the ritz. you pick up your own shit, and carry it in yourself.”

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Nate barely spares the man a glance, a slow smirk creeping across his face as he adjusts the strap of his designer duffel. "Not the Ritz? Damn shame. Could've sworn I booked the penthouse suite." His voice drips with sarcasm, smooth and unhurried, the kind of tone that suggests he’s never had to lift more than a finger in his life.

He takes his time looking the mentor up and down, his grin widening as if he’s just cracked some private joke. "You know, if you wanted to break the ice, you could’ve just said hi. But sure, let’s do it your way." With that, he leans down, grabbing one of the heavier bags with an exaggerated groan, like he’s performing for an invisible audience. "Wouldn't want to disappoint management."

It’s clear he’s testing boundaries, a challenge wrapped in charm, the kind of attitude that’s gotten him by before. Nate’s gaze lingers just a second too long, daring the mentor to respond, before he turns and starts toward the building—slowly, of course, leaving the rest of his luggage behind as if to say, your move.

[armymxn]

Drew had been sitting outside after his workout, stretching in the grass when he saw what he could only describe as a new cadet wander in with a few bags. He smirked, knowing he had gone through a similar process when he arrived. All of his things getting searched, most of it confiscated.

"Hey" Drew nodded slowly as he took in the sight. "Sorry, I'm not the fuckin' bellhop" he laughed at the other's suggestion. "You're in for a wild ride, my friend" Drew sized the other cadet up and extended a hand, "I'm Drew. I think you have to put your bags at intake" he suggested.

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Nate arched a brow at the laugh, his lips twitching into a smirk of his own. “Not the bellhop, huh? Damn shame. Thought this place might’ve upgraded its customer service,” he quipped, shaking Drew’s hand briefly before stepping back to take him in.

“Drew, huh? Cool. I’m Nate.” His gaze flicked up and down, lingering on Drew’s height. “Gotta say, though, I wasn’t expecting to run into someone built like a Redwood tree around here. What are they feeding you guys, bricks?” Shifting his weight, Nate nodded toward the buildings in the distance. “So, uh, where exactly is this ‘intake’ you’re talking about? Place isn’t exactly big on maps—or friendly faces, apparently.”

[prestonbros]

Myles nodded his head when the stranger introduced himself, "Well, thanks for at least trying, Nate" the medic couldn't help but smile. He was a bit nervous when Nate pulled out the Swiss army knife, though he knew that the other was here on a rescue mission.

Without hesitation, Myles sat down on his desk chair and looked up at his new acquaintance, taking in the advice he was given. It was hard for him not to wear his heart on his sleeve. "I get it. It's just hard because it does bother me" Myles admitted, though the admission was hardly a shock. And it wasn't just about the gum in his hair. It was about all the yelling and condescension and everything else that came with this place. "I'm not used to all this yet is all" Myles straightened out his spine. He didn't want to come across as weak, though he felt it.

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Nate unfolded the knife with practiced ease, glancing at Myles as he settled into the chair. “Fair enough,” he said, his tone more understanding now. “But hey, we’ve all got to start somewhere. Trust me, no one walks in here fully ‘used to it.’” He paused, then gave a small smirk. “Before I start playing barber, though, you gonna tell me your name, or should I keep calling you ‘Gum Guy?’”

Once Myles answered, Nate nodded. “Alright, officially ready for this? No turning back once I start.” He gave a quick chuckle, holding up the knife. “For what it’s worth, this probably doesn’t seem like a big deal to me because I buzz my head all the time. But I get that it’s different for you.” Nate rested a hand briefly on Myles’ shoulder, his grip firm but not overbearing. “Don’t worry—I’ve got your back. Whatever this place throws at you, we’ll get through it. Starting with this.”

[prestonbros]

A genuine smile creeping across his lips, Myles nodded, "Good to know. I'll have to ask that mentor to come back in a few months with some Juicy Fruit" he joked. This was the first time the tension in his shoulders lessened.

"Thanks" Myles looked at Nate with an appreciative nod of his head. "Let's go" he wasted no time getting up and leading the other back to his room, "I appreciate that. Probably can't make it look worse" Myles unlocked the door to his room, letting them both in. He cringed at the mention of his hair likely getting all buzzed down by his mentor, "Don't remind me" he groaned.

[prestcnsx]

As they stepped into Myles’ room, Nate leaned casually against the doorframe, glancing around. “Not bad,” he remarked before pulling the Swiss knife back out. “By the way, name’s Nate. Figured you should know who’s about to save your hair—or at least what’s left of it.” He gave a small, lopsided grin.

Walking over, he motioned for Myles to sit. “Look, here’s the deal,” Nate said, flipping the knife open. “If you act like this whole thing doesn’t bother you, they’ll get bored. People like that thrive on reactions.” His tone was easy but firm, as if he was passing on advice he’d learned the hard way. “Trust me, act like the gum is no big deal, and they’ll move on to the next poor soul.”

[prestonbros]

Myles groaned as Nate mentioned that he wouldn't be winning an style points. "You mean, gum in your hair isn't on trend this year?" he asked, smiling for the first time in a little bit.

He cringed when Nate said it was right at the root. "Am I going to look like an idiot with it cut like that?" he asked, his insecurity on full display. A lot of Myles' identity was rooted in his hair and he knew it would all be cut off soon anyway, but he worried how he would look with a huge chunk of hair missing from the front. But he knew that he couldn't let the gum just sit there. "I guess it's all getting cut off anyways" the cadet let out a sigh. "Can we do this in my room?" he asked. If his hair was going to be butchered the last thing he wanted was an audience.

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Nate chuckled softly, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Nah, gum’s more of a spring look,” he quipped, flashing Myles a faint grin. But as the other cadet’s insecurities spilled out, his smirk softened into something closer to understanding.

“Look, if it’s gonna bother you, I’ll keep it clean. No one’s gonna notice once they buzz it all down anyway,” Nate said, his tone unusually gentle. At Myles’ request, he gave a quick nod. “Yeah, your room works. Less drama that way.” He gestured for Myles to lead the way. “Don’t worry, I’m not about to make you look like a science experiment gone wrong.”