i just like writing these so fuck u-
curt: here's a fun idea!!! hang a mistletoe except the two people under it have to fight each other instead of kissing
owen: that is a horrible idea-
cynthia: call it mistlefoe
owen: cynthia please don't encourage him-
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owen, wide awake at four AM: do you think that when butterflies are in love they feel humans in their stomach?
curt, half asleep: owen, love of my life, darling, shut the fuck up
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tatiana: you know you can die from that, right?
owen, smoking a cigarette: lmao yeah
curt, drinking whiskey: that's the point
cynthia, doing both of those things at once: we're trying to speed it up.
barb, eating cookie dough: yeah
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curt: why is blood so hard to wash off your hands???
owen: i-
curt: wait that sounded awful i promise i'm not a serial killer i just had a nosebleed-
owen: "not" a serial killer as if you don't have a license to kill
barb: hydrogen peroxide dissolves blood, just an fyi
cynthia: so if i injected hydrogen peroxide into someone's bloodstream they'd lose all blood immediately?
tatiana: i'm surrounded by murderers
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curt: *rolls over in his sleep and knees owen in the ribs*
owen: ow you idiot you kneed me!! >:(
curt, sleepily: yeah, i do need you
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cynthia: i hope you two have a good fucking explanation for this
curt: we actually have three!
owen: pick your favorite!
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curt: *furiously tapping on the counter*
owen: *tapping back angrily*
cynthia: what the fuck are they doing?
tatiana: they learned morse code so they could talk shit in front of people.
curt: .—-...—.-..—...-.—-
owen, slamming his fists on the table: YOU FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK
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curt: man. fuck you.
owen: is that a threat or a promise?
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curt, holding his and owen's new baby: she's so beautiful
doctor: we're gonna have to giver her some shots in a second
cynthia, who is there for some reason: oh hell yeah, pour up, it's her fuckin birthday!
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owen: listen, i think you have PTSD
curt: yeah, and it stands for proficient talent for sucking dick!
owen: true but i think we also need to talk about you using humor as a coping mechanism
curt: i don't think you understand how fucking hilarious what i just said was
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Fanfiction"bedroom. shower. maybe the backseat of a limousine." ------------ a collection of curt mega and owen carvour oneshots, because i'm still not over them, and probably never will be. possibly triggers for gore and maybe nsfw stuff at some point, we'll...