Loved your writing for Brian. I wanted to ask if you could write one for when they get married. Thank you 🫶🏾🦋
I DO
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I do. I do. I do. The words echoed through the heads of Mr and Mrs Brian O’Conner as they rushed through their venue, with a gunned man trailing after them. Her ivory dress was torn and heels had gotten away from her. His suit jacket was resting on a chair and his white shirt, stained with sweat
But their hands stayed as one, their union wouldn’t, no, couldn’t break as they ran, ducking the bullets that flew through the air.
Married at last, and this is how it all would start. The day they exchanged their vows, quickly and panicked, yet full of love. Full of devotion as they counted down the seconds until they could call each other husband and wife. They knew they had run out of time when they uttered the words ‘I do’, and a bang shortly followed. The rest of the family had scattered, but the married couple refused to part.
BRIAN was trying to help Letty. When everyone found out, it didn't go down well. Dom thought it was a lie at first and it ended up in a fight that Carson had to stop. Their feud was cut short when they had to get shit done. Braga kept gunning for them. Dom got shot, well grazed but that didn't stop Mia and Keelie from fussing over him. Carson grilled him and ranted about wearing a bulletproof vest but he was in too much pain to listen.
The days were getting more dangerous.
Carson fought one of Braga's men alongside Brian who was almost taken out and it terrified her. First Dom and now Brian could've been next. Every time she tried thinking about anything else she was reminded of what happened to Jesse.
Fuck.
She walked past the garage filled with the guys. They saw the worry on her face but she ignored them all.
Keelie begrudgingly let Brian follow her into the kitchen.
"You okay?" he asked, seeing her lean against the counter, staring out the window.
She sighed, turning around to face him, "You can't seem to stay away can you?"
"I wanted to check on you," he explained, readjusting his hoodie.
"So you and Dom made up?" she deflected.
A smile briefly graced his face, "I guess."
"Like some married couple," she muttered, fumbling with her hands.
"You did always say we had a bromance," he said, coming closer.
She hummed, "Got that right."
"You get a lotta things right."
She frowned, "No, no I didn't." I was wrong about you. That went without saying.
"You didn't answer my question," he pressed, worried about her.
"Why do you care if I'm okay?" Her face scrunched up, "It's been years Brian."
"Yeah, it has. But I haven't stopped caring. when you left town I was a mess. In Miami, I begged Suki to tell me where you were, just to see if you were okay," he now towered over her, caging her in against the counter like he did all those years ago. Brian knew what he was doing and she couldn't help but let it happen. "I haven't stopped caring about you because I haven't stopped loving you."
Tears pooled in her brown pools, "Don't say that."
His hands reached to cup her cheeks, "You love me too. I know you're still in love with me, and If you weren't, you would've let me take that bullet today. You didn't. You saved me when one of Braga's men tried taking me out." He could've died today. They both could've died today. Every second counted, every moment mattered. And he couldn't allow her to slip through his fingers like she did before. He needed her. "Just when I thought I couldn't love you anymore, Sonny."
"I told you what I'd do if you called me that," she mumbled, leaning into his touch.
"Want me to go and get my badge?" She couldn't help but laugh at that. "I think it's in the middle of some Ocean. I don't know."
"Really?" She asked quietly, heart beating out of her chest as their fronts pressed against each other.
"Should've seen me throw that thing like some pitcher for the mets," he kept joking.
Carson tried hiding her smile, but he could see straight through her.
"You've aged, you know that, right?" It was her turn to joke, but they both knew she was being serious.
His hair was shorter than ever. A few lines creased his forehead. But to her, he still looked fine as hell. After all, he was 30.
"Yeah, you haven't," he smiled, shocked that she still looked the same after 5 years.
"Obviously," She paused, "Your eyes have stayed the same. Still beady and shit."
"Beady?" he grinned, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks, "I thought you said I was a pretty boy."
"Maybe."
"Maybe, huh?" he was leaning in, closer and closer. "We're pretty people."
"We are."
"Especially you," he whispered, tipping her head up, so their lips almost touched.
"You got that right," she murmured, "but there's something you need to know," he nodded, trailing his hands over her arms and down to the hem of her shirt. "You know that present you got me, the ornament thing? I dashed it out the window when I left LA."
Her confession didn't stop him from pulling off his hoodie.
"I'll get you another one," he promised, kicking the door shut and dragging a chair under the handle.
She gasped when returned to her and his lips peppered over her neck, “You’ll get me another one?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re gonna get me more?” She panted, letting him lift up her shirt.
“And more,” he nodded, pulling his shirt over his head, “and more and more.”
Her arms finally snaked around his shoulder, pulling him into a feverish kiss that both of them had been waiting for, yearning for. Years of love, hatred and wanting poured between them. It was hot and sloppy and they didn't stop. They couldn't stop.
Clothes dropped to the floor, and shoes were kicked to the side before he picked her up and set her on the counter, grinding against her.
"Fuck," she moaned when his fingers moved to pleasure her, nipping at her thighs and pushing aside her thong. She whimpered at his touch. He didn't care for silencing her. He wanted to hear more. She shifted forwards at the feeling of him pinching her clit. "God, don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on it," His eyes hooded when her back arched, letting a finger slip through her core. His pace sped up, drawing more delicious noises from her lips. "Look at me," his demand forced her fluttering eyes open, "That's it, look at me," he added another finger, basking in the arousal dripping between her thighs.
"More," she pleaded.
"More?" His mocked, pulling his hand away. Whining, she pouted with glossy eyes. "You'll get what you want, baby."
The pet name swelled her heart.
But the sight of him pulling down his boxers and feeling of him unclipping her bra made her spread her shaky legs.
Brian couldn't take his eyes off of her.
"Look at me like that, and I'll have the whole house hearing us."
"It's too late for that, Sonny," he chuckled, pulling her in for another kiss, moaning against her lips when she reached for his dick and lined him up against her, "You don't know what you do to me." With one deep thrust, she whimpered, and he grunted against her. "You're so beautiful. Fuck I love you," Words spewed out of his mouth before he could think. "So tight," he didn't pick up the pace, he was slow and passionate.
Her nails dug into his back as his head dropped into the crook of her neck, sucking and nipping against her skin.
His hands hooked around her thighs and angled her up, making his movements deeper. He couldn't stop, her moans fuelled him.
"Baby," he rasped, voice thick and breathy, it managed to turn her on even more, "You're close," he could feel it. "Let go," his thrusts were getting sloppier.
A minute passed and the pair were a panting mess, Brian had spilt into her without regret. Cresent-shaped marks dotted around his back and bruises scattered over her chest and neck.
"Claiming your territory huh?" she jested, to which he laughed at. "I love you," she admitted for the first time, taking him by surprise. "I'm still in love with you."
Their lips met once again in a gentle kiss.
"I love you," he repeated over and over again.
And just when he was about to clean her up, the door rattled, but the chair prevented whoever was in the other side from opening it.
"If I see a white ass or pale cheek when I get in, someone is getting shot," they heard Keelie scream, making them both laugh.
a/n:
sometimes when i write smut i cringe myself out but tell me your thoughts on sonny and brian making up.
where brian challenges carson to race, but more than just respect is at stake. (Originally supposed to be an alt ending but now it’s a 2 fast 2 furious subplot)
WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, VIOLENCE AND MORE
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“No," Carson backed away from the blonde, who pulled away from his friend Roman.
“Sonny C’mon.”
She snapped, “Don’t call me that. You know what you’ve done. 2 years might’ve gone by but there isn’t a day that I don’t think about what happened. I mean — shit. Jesse’s dead. Half of my family… I don’t even know where they are right now. I had to leave KeKe so she didn’t get caught, Mia was fuckin’ broken by it. I raced outta there so they didn’t get questioned by your friends on the force.”
Her heart clenched when she saw his eyes softening. For months she has avoided him, but she wouldn’t be able to do it for long. Everyone in Miami Beach knew her, well, they knew her by her street name 'Barbie', she won every race she entered, and Suki almost always came second. She lived with the eccentric girl, who reminded her so much of Keelie. Tej was an older brother figure who warned her whenever Brian came about.
“You knew back then I quit," Brian tried, eyes darting from her face to her body.
So much about her had changed, no beaming smile, and there was no pink in sight apart from her car. Her hair was now in long flowing braids and she adorned all black. It suited her but he couldn't help but miss how old style.
“The damage was done. Now you and your old friend are helpin’ the cops out, right?” Her eyes drifted to the attractive dark-skinned man who had been checking her out. He was beautiful in her opinion, but Brian's looks still had her stumbling for words. His hair was shorter, and he seemed more confident, “This is why I told Suki I didn’t wanna see you," she stressed.
She wanted to be anywhere else but near him, cars were all around but most people were too distracted with the incoming race, which she no longer wanted to take part in.
“We run the same circles," Brian huffed, taking a step closer, but she took one back sending shards to his heart.
2 years and he still loved her.
“Oh cut the bullshit. This is a Job for you. But this -- this is my life, Brian.”
“I get it.”
“No, you don’t," Carson scoffed, folding her arms, and looking him up and down. “Besides why are you even talkin' to me? I saw you with that Latin chick.”
He rose a brow, and a grin threatened to break out on his face, “Did you?”
He glanced back at a chuckling Roman, who was hit by a newly arrived Suki.
“Don’t give me that look," Carson groaned, annoyed that he thought she was mad about it.
She was but he didn't need to know.
“What look?" Brian's teasing tone drove her crazy.
She glared, “Like I’m jealous or somethin'.”
“You sound it!" they heard Roman yell, gaining their attention.
Brian gestured for him to stop, “Not now Rome.”
Roman rasied his hands defensively after Carson flipped him off.
“Fuck the both of you," Carson snapped, rapidly shaking her head.
Roman shouted, “What did I do?!”
Suki rolled her eyes at the man before Tej motioned her away.
Brian sighed, “Sonny listen.”
“Stop callin' me that,” Emotions clung to her stern tone. She couldn't bear to see the guy who broke her heart, it was too much, “I don’t want to listen to anythin’ you’ve gotta say. Every time I believed you — everything you said to me was a fuckin’ lie. I bet you were laughin’ at me, probably thinkin' how dumb can she be?”
“I never laughed at you," Brian frowned as she hugged herself.
He wanted nothing more than to wrap her in a tight embrace, lay a kiss on her lips, and take her back to the houseboat he lived in, but she couldn't stomach the thought let alone, the sight of him.
“Even your name was a lie," she whispered to herself, averting glossy eyes, “Just stay away from me," she pleaded, “You know what I used to think? That when I was with you, everythin' was okay. That I felt safe. But now I realise everythin’ you touch turns to shit. So if you don’t mind, move away from my car, or I’ll run you over with it and won’t think twice.”
Brian bowed his head when she walked away and got in her car, ignoring Tej and Suki who thought she would be racing tonight.
Roman came over and patted his shoulders, “How are you gonna deal with Bilkins and Verone whilst tryna get back with her fine ass?”
Brian's head snapped up and shrugged him off, “Watch it."
“It’s not my fault you fucked up. I mean, you could’ve had it all man. Carson's fine, she can drive and everythin’, I’m surprised you could handle all of that,” Roman ceased his teasing when he saw the glare on the blonde's face. “Damn, haven't seen you this loved up since high school. What is she the one or somethin'?”
“I think she is,” Brian said without hesitation, “But you’re gonna help me fix all of this shit.”
“I’m already doin’ that homie.”
a/n:
i can just imagine this happening, brian loves sonny and he wouldn't flirt with monica. roman would love carson and she in time would love him but not now.
imagine this taking place after chapter 7 of stereo love
WARNINGS: mentions of violence
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After driving back to her shared apartment, Carson and Brian made their way into her room. Keelie was out with Mia, which meant she was opening the Salon tomorrow morning. She meant what she said to Brian, that she only wanted to sleep, but the vacant look in his eyes confused her.
He watched Carson change into her pyjamas before he pulled off his shirt and pants and scooted up the bed, tossing a few of her pillows to the side and pulling open her duvet.
Carson joined him, after turning on the main light.
The bedside lamp lit up only their faces.
All of her worries faded when she was in his arms, but his silence made her question a lot.
“You haven’t said anything for a while, you okay?” She turned onto her side and stared at him.
“Just thinking.”
“You look worried.”
"It's nothing," his hand trailed over her shoulder.
Brian didn't want her to overthink, but he knew she was.
"Like I said before, today wasn't the best."
"Really? Your Supra is up and runnin', right? Where did you and Dom go?" She asked, stroking his face.
He softly shrugged, "Got some shrimp, talked about Race Wars, that's it."
She pouted, "You went on a date without me."
"Funny," He chuckled, “Now turn around so I can hold you.”
“So romantic.”
Carson dramatically huffed, much to his amusement and turned around, pressing her back to his chest.
“That’s better," he mumbled, dropping his head into the crook of her neck, quietly inhaling her scent.
His arm wrapped tighter around her waist.
Carson tilted her head slightly, “Why? 'Cause you pressed up against me?”
Brian grumbled, “I told you I’m better with the back of things.”
“Yeah, you prefer the trunk to the hood.”
“I do like the hood, don’t get me wrong,” He pulled her as close as possible, feeling his boxers tighten, “It’s just the trunk,” he rubbed against her, “I love.”
A gasp escaped her, “I can tell.”
He peppered kisses over her sweet spot.
"Baby, I need to sleep, just sleep," She didn't pull away from him, but she did want to sleep and sleep only. "Brian."
"Yeah, you will."
"Not with your dick in my back I won't," She sassed, moaning slightly at the bruises forming on her neck.
"Thought you like me holdin' you?"
"You're tryna fuck."
Brian chuckled to himself and pulled away a little, he didn't want to jeopardise her waking up late. It was a power he had and she knew it too.
They lay in silence, her breathing was gentle, making him relax more.
“Tell me what’s on your mind," She whispered.
“Just feelings.”
“What kinda feelings?”
He took a moment to respond, “You should know something.”
Her breath hitched, “What?”
“My feelings for you go deeper than you think," he mumbled against her head, whilst his heart was beating out of his chest.
“Brian…” She went to turn around but he held her tightly, knowing he wouldn't be able to say it if he could see her face.
“Let me finish. It’s more than just I like you. Sure being around you is the best thing that’s happened to me in a while, but it’s more than me just liking it. Like I said it goes deeper than I thought," he rushed out.
A teary smile took over her face, as she leant into his hold, “That’s the same for me.”
“Really?” He beamed.
She sniffled, “Yeah really.”
“That’s good to know.”
“Likewise," she bit on her lip, trying to hold back more emotions from spilling.
He was admitting to falling for her, in his own way and she felt the same.
“I just wanted you to know, before…” He trailed off.
“Before what? I beat your ass again in race wars.” She teased.
He chuckled, “If we race each other.”
“True but you know it’ll happen.”
“Sure,” he paused, sucking in a deep breath, “I really like you Sonny," She couldn't see the tears forming in his eyes. "Whatever happens in race wars just remember that."
Carson just smiled, neglecting to understand the weight behind his words.
Which meant the rose-tinted shades were still on, but for how long?
