#curtowen

[emiko-matsui]

i keep coming back to spies are forever like a toxic ex like my friends are banging on my windows going "noooooooo!!!!!! please!!!!!! don't go back to him!!!!!!! you came home crying after every date!!!!!" and im standing here like yeah ik but i don't think you know him like i do bc he only made me cry because he made me care so much and ik i started feeling nauseous when i thought about him but it was out of passionate love and he was so prettyyyyy, and they go "please god no please please step away from the phone no we can't bare listening to you cry about him more we don't care if you love him he made you feel bad" and now im on the floor sobbing again, not because i started thinking about him but because i started thinking about starting to think about him again. but it's all about this gay musical

[kakateru]

thinking about that time i was discussing curtowen's relationship in bed (for no reason) (absolutely none) with this one friend

and while we agreed they switch, they said and i quote "july 4th is reserved for acm to top" and genuinely this has become my headcanon. its stupid. i think it would genuinely be a thing theyd do

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Owen Carvour and Curt Mega (Have To Live)

The only way to let go is to make sure that the thing you are holding onto no longer lingers.

The only way to let go is by killing the part of yourself that clings onto the past. The part of you that sees ghosts everywhere you walk, the part of you that nearly destroyed yourself with alcohol and psuedo-retirement and the itch to do something, anything, to feel alive again.

So the gun goes off. 

So the curtain closes. 

So the story ends, and the hero walks off the stage, because this is the one way to let go. The one way to move on.

---

Except-

Owen wakes up on an American suburban sofa, posters of Elvis and photos of a young Curt Mega and an itty bitty brunette woman framed and hanging around the mantlepiece, a gun-shot shoulder bandaged up and propped up by a couple of frilly, crocheted pillows, all pastels and suburban-mother-crafted.

Owen’s in pain, but that’s normal. His nerves were crushed and shredded and sewn back together ages ago. He doesn’t remember what it’s like to not be in pain.

As a matter of fact, it’s the most familiar thing about this entire place.

Because it is certainly a strange thing to find Curt Mega sitting next to him.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, i always wanna die sometimes

Written for Day 14 of @monthlywritingchallenges' Reset January: Letting go.

[hatchetverse]

one of the things that always cracks me up is that even when curt is just "going with it" he still sort of implies its fucking weird that there would be any kind of relationship between them- even if he were straight with "The very first time I met you...[genuinely fucking THINKS ABOUT IT]...three or four days ago. I have to admit. I liked you a bit- but i didn't want you to know"

like he's on the fucking playground. i'm. demi gay king. I'm OBSESSED WITH HIM

[killamorrikilla]

I’m have to rewatch a lot of Owen scene for my fanfic. And by God he is gay

He is so fucking gay and he is madly in love with Curt.

I’m fucking done, I feel like I need to start drinking and grew a beard because this couple will be the death of me.

[midnight-train-of-thought]

If I don’t go to bed soon I’m going to end up being up til 3am drawing and sobbing over some sort of gay fanfiction

[kakateru]

best thing about not having anything written down for how curtowen met or anything is that i can headcanon that they've been wherever the fuck I want them to be before a1p1 takes place.

like yea they were in my city in 53.

how do i know that, you say?

hah, well.

[killamorrikilla]

It’s 2024 and I’m not sure if I’m late to introduce my new otp, curtowen.