#ctastrophe

“I do love when a new, young hero gets too much of an ego and thinks they can play with real men” Owen smirked, looming over the fallen figure of the latest hero to challenge him. Owen (also known as the Titan) was standing in an alleyway with the young hero on the ground, on his stomach and overpowered and defeated with one large foot pressed against his back to keep him pinned to the ground and unable to move as he just admired the sight of the rather muscular, delightful sight of the hero in question. “Now what’s your name little boy, hm? What hero name did you come up with that made you think you could take on me?” He questioned, head tilted and snapped his fingers. “Look at me hero boy, come on. Look at your betters when they’re talking to you.”

It occurred to him, a week later, that ordering an entire store to be delivered to his home wasn’t what most people would do. But, in that moment, all he wanted was to care for his best friend’s brother. “Hey, I noticed your shoes are getting worn and thought you’d need a new pair.” Except, it wasn’t a new pair. It was, by all means, a pop-up store’s worth of shoes, of every imaginable kind, stacked around his living room. Sneakers, loafers, dress shoes, boots, all designer and all carried an impressive price tag. Not that it mattered to Cormac. Reb’s comfort came first. “I didn’t know your size or what you’d want. Come, sit. Try them on.” 

“Five more minute.” Ricardo moaned as he heard his boyfriend trying to wake him up. “Mason give me five more.” He had been saying that for the past few minutes, lifting a lazy hand now to wave off the younger male. “Either leave me alone or get in bed, princessa.” His voice was gruff because of the morning, his curls were wild on his head as he tried to bury back into the bed and ignore the other. 

charlie: hi baby

charlie: hope you slept well last night