duuuude i've been wondering where you've been!! missed this story, always thought the concept was so cool!! hope you're doing well :P
for the ask, i'm curious abt the RO's playing kiss mary kill with each other, who would choose who and for what haha
Yeah I’ve been going through the wringer but this ask made me want to write it LMAO its not the best writing but it is what it is
Carson leans against the bar, a smirk on his lips as he drums his fingers against the counter, “So indulge me, all of you, fuck marry kill?” He suggests, receiving a few incredulous looks, “I mean personally, I think I’d fuck Mason, marry Aman,” he adds a wink for measure, causing the other man’s cheeks to darken as he fumbles with the bottle neck of his beer, “And kill Sloan.” His grin is shit eating as Sloan cries out in protest.
“Kill me? Why?! Also it’s kiss, marry, kill, at least amongst my students.” She grumbles, chewing on their lip as Carson snickers.
“That’s why.” He supplies unhelpfully, “You’re turn though.”
Sloan slumps, shrugging his shoulders as they think it over, “Mm, I suppose kiss Charlie, marry Mason and kill Avery?” The sentence ends on a note that sounds more like a question than an answer before they turn to the one next to them, poking Charlie in the arm, “Your turn.”
Charlie smiles at them, her lips almost as sardonic as the expression Carson is holding as she points at her choices, “Kill,” She says as her finger is directed at her brother, “Marry,” Charlie’s finger lands on Sloan as she looks at him with a soft smile, “And fuck.” Her finger lands on Avery, getting a raised eyebrow from the latter as they let out a scoff, her gaze landing on Mason beside her, “Your turn, dear.”
Mason chuckles with a shake of his head, “I don’t think I would do anything with any of y’all,” He slurs slightly as he downs the last of his drink, “but if I have to choose: fuck Sloan, marry Aman, kill Avery.”
“Ooh, two marriages for Aman,” Carson pipes up, grinning as the larger man shrinks in his seat, “No, no, don’t hide. It’s your turn, pookie.”
The pet name makes him choke on his drink as the rest of the group begins laughing, “What did you call me?”
“Mhm, sure,” his tone sounds skeptical before he shrugs a shoulder, “Uh, I guess…. Fuck Carson, marry Charlie and kill Avery.”
“So you’d fuck me but marry my sister?”
“Of course you’d fucking kill me.”
Both were said at the same time, making Aman scratch the back of his head awkwardly, “Uh, yeah, it is your turn though, Avery.”
They gave him a look, annoyance clear on their face, “Well I’d kill you obviously,” they snark, though there’s no real heat in their voice as they roll their head back to look at the ceiling while in thought, “Marry Mason and fuck Charlie.”
“Two for Mason as well!” Carson pipes up as the group devolves into snickers.
