#c:avery

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

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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?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“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.”

Avery’s head was pounding when she woke up the next morning. Still half covered in glitter and her day old makeup smudged on her face, she quickly wiped it off with a makeup wipe, getting most of the glitter, but she convinced herself it would be weeks before she got all the glitter out of everything. She took a few ibuprofen and made her way to the kitchen to get some coffee. When she grabbed a cup she found Mikey in the living room on the couch. She sat the cup down on the side table before jumping onto the couch next to him. “Okay, tell me everything,” she insisted to him. “Last night was wild and I need to tell you things too, but I need to know what happened behind the trees last night first.”

She’d been in a meeting with one of the teachers at the elementary school, the woman having been instrumental in her taking the job at the high school. She clasped a folder to her chest, the teaching plans she had been working on tucked inside when she rounded the corner and started at the sight of Avery. She hadn’t seen the brunette since she had arrived back in town, with all the people she’d lost contact with over the years, she was struggling to reacquaint herself with everyone. “Oh, hi Avery...” she began quietly, “How are you?”

ellie slammed the medical box closed with a heavy sigh. you’ll be able to find supplies at the community centre a few miles west, they’d said but so far everything was coming up empty. It’s not far off a patrol trail so you can just make a stop, but it had been more than a stop, it had dragged them through thick wood that had made their horses trip over themselves and now they were here it was fucking empty. “this is bullshit. no one knows anything.” she hissed, pushing herself to her feet and tightening her backpack. 

like any other day, she was irritable. what did she have to be anything but annoyed at the world about? it had been four weeks since she’d left california and she wasn’t sure if she’d smile for much longer than that. but, she couldn’t just wander into the wilderness and die. no, that wasn’t her style. but here she was, with a group of ragtag people who didn’t even compare to those in jackson. but then...the thought of that place made her heart hurt too. 

viktor: hey

viktor: so like

viktor: [...]

viktor: i need your assistance with something

AVERY: i’m sorry.

“God I hope so. Ari it’s time to wipe the cobwebs off your dick and head to the races my boy! Show us what you can do and then someone report it back to me. My prediction? Avery is pregnant again by June.” 

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