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kairithemang0 · 2 months ago

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Could you write SMTH with Curt and DMA going out on a date and DMA actually wanting it to go right but it turning out kinda shit anyway?? If you want, I mean. Tbh I will devour whatever you give me, I love your fics a lot.

ooo hmm... this is a good one i like this a lot

i know you've mention that they are sorta fluffy sometimes, i don't remember when you mentioned it BUT I SWEAR YOU DID- so I think DMA attempting to do this date right and actually make Curt happy is really interesting, he's trying so hard but even then, it turns out like shit

poor guy

I didn't intend for things to end up somewhat ok at the end, but i did get to write Owen being a jealous prick again so that was fun

I honestly don't know how I feel about this one after finishing it. I mean, I enjoyed writing it and I wrote it fast, but I'm still torn on it

Under the mask, Owen was terrified. He didn't know what he was thinking when he asked Curt to go to a bar with him, when his now partner gave him a look of almost confusion because the Deadliest Man Alive was asking him for a drink. Curt had raised his eyebrow and asked if Owen was going to be the one paying, to which Owen replied with a soft laugh, before celebrating the small victory later, as if it was some accomplishment. To him, it was.

He didn't know why their relationship was so hard now, maybe it was the mask, maybe it was Curt's worry that the man he reluctantly called his partner would kill him in the night if he held him for too long. Owen never realized how cuddly Curt was, how much he clung to him. Maybe it was because Owen didn't hate Curt back then, or maybe 3 years of loneliness made him desperate for any human connection at all.

Owen hated Curt still, he sometimes forgot that. Curt left him, how could he possibly not feel anything but pure hatred towards the ex-American Spy, his ex-partner, his ex-friend? And yet, he still asked him for that drink, and now as they went to the bar, he held out his pinky finger for Curt to hold, subtle enough to where the busy DC street wouldn't notice, but enough contact to fill Owen's once empty heart with enough light to remake the universe.

They made their way towards the bar Curt frequented, a bar he had taken Owen to only once, where they didn't even finish their drinks until they made their way to the bathroom and went home without paying for their drinks, which caused Curt to get an earful from the bartender the next time he came around.

The two of them sat down at the counter, the bartender instantly recognizing Curt's face and starting to make him a whiskey, before turning towards Owen, "He'll have one too," Curt told him, the man behind the counter nodding his head slightly, before Curt turned towards Owen, "I've spent way too much time here over the past few years," Curt chuckled, eyes wandering the all too familiar walls, recognizing places where he had nearly past out from drinking too much, the walls where he clung to them attempting not to vomit.

"Oh yeah? So they know you well?" The bartender slid over their drinks, Owen catching his and holding onto it tightly, swirling the top of the glass with his finger.

"Pretty well. Tony and I go way back," Curt ushered his head over to the bartender, who let out a soft laugh and turned his head to Curt.

"I wouldn't say way back," he watched as Curt took a sip of his whiskey.

Curt placed the glass down on the coaster he had grabbed for himself, "C'mon you took me home once, that's gotta mean something."

"You were blackout drunk and vomiting in the bathroom until we closed, I didn't have much of a choice but to bring you out," he rolled his eyes slightly, crossing his arms.

Curt turned back to Owen, "If you're the Deadliest Man Alive, he's the Kindest Man Alive," he said in a hushed whisper, as if it was a secret, although he heard them anyways.

Tony wiped down the spot next to them, where a man had just left, "I wouldn't say that. I was just being a decent human being."

Curt hit his arm lightly, "Go make someone a drink."

Tony let out a laugh, leaving them both alone, "He seems nice," Owen spoke softly, making note of the bright smile on Curt's face he hadn't seen in years. Something about it made Owen want to punch something, if he had the choice he'd punch Tony.

"He is. He's one of the only reasons I'm still here at this point," Curt finished off his whiskey, resting his hand on his cheek as his finger swirled the rim of the glass, "He's probably one of the only people who know even a little bit about Owen."

Owen's ears perked up. While Curt talked about Owen a lot, he never said his name. He never even muttered it, other than when he was crying from nightmares in the middle of the night, or curling up in a corner after one of their fights looking for guidance. Owen had become used to not responding to the name, but every time he heard it from Curt's untouched lips it made him want to rip the mask off and show Curt who he really was.

"Oh yeah? You don't even talk to me about Owen," he spoke softly, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Are you jealous or something?" Curt laughed slightly, before noticing the glare on Owen's face as he finished off his glass of whiskey, "Oh," Curt turned his head away from him, letting out a laugh, not one of humor but one of slight annoyance, "I never saw you as the jealous type."

"Well, you should get your eyes checked," Owen let out a laugh, matching the laugh of his partner, "Sorry."

Curt rubbed his eyes slightly, reaching out to touch Owen's wrist, his fingers slipping under his sleeve slightly to touch his skin, pressing his fingertips into it too delicately, too softly. Curt watched Owen's fingers, he gently swirled circles into Owen's skin as he did with his glass of whiskey moments ago. "It's fine."

Owen pressed his free hand to his face, letting out a gentle sigh, "We should head back."

"One more drink, you're paying after all," Curt waved his hand over to Tony, who took his glass and refilled it, before sliding it back over to him.

Owen let out a soft laugh, "Fine, fine."

I don't know what I was doing with this I'm not too proud of it but eh it exists. I need to write more for these two I love their dynamic

#kai writes shit

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