#c: carson

[breannasewell]

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@ohmylcve

Carson was sitting on his couch when he heard the door to his apartment open up. He looked behind him, knowing exactly who it was. Maddie was the only one who had the spare key. "Was it really that bad that you had to use me as an excuse?" He was referring to the date she had called him in the middle of to come and save her only for him to call her five minutes later as said decoy.

He already had the popcorn popped and the wine in her favorite glass on the table. "You know...I don't know why you just don't date me."

[remifisher]

Wearing a borrowed dress and borrowed heels, Remi gripped @carsonxwakefield​‘s arm as they walked into his office Christmas party. She had a feeling she should’ve gone with flats, but her girlfriend had managed to talk her into these dumb heels at the last minute. Given her height, she let herself be swayed by the idea of not looking like she was half of her date’s height for one night. “How embarrassed would you be if I walked around your office barefoot?” She whispered, leaning closer to him to make sure his colleagues wouldn’t overhear. Remi would never actually take off her shoes, she wanted to impress these people. And Carson. Despite having dated him in the past, she could still feel those first date jitters. She didn’t want to be disappointed again, she wanted things to work out this time. 

[summcrtimesadness]

character: carson plot: here open to: f, 28+

“Yeah,” his voice was gruff, trying to be understanding but it didn’t quite get there. “You’re wrong, because I was there the whole time,” he looked away, trying to hide the smidge of hurt that crossed his brows and settled deep in his eyes. “But hey, I hope this time the two of you make it work.” He replied, his voice betraying that he didn’t mean it. 

[paytonfischer]

{ sms } 📲

Payton: So that guy you asked me to grab the other night, remember him?

Payton: The Devil prospect?

[deluca-demigods]

@greeneyesandaballpointpen

“Oh come on Carson.” He gave her a charming smile and grabbed her wrist, bringing it up to press a kiss against the inside of it. “You know that it wouldn’t be us if we didn’t end up together in the end.”

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Red creeped up her neck, and she gave a gentle laugh as his warmth seeped into her bones. “You’re drunk sweetie.” But she didn’t want him to let her go. She still swayed closer to him, as though Percy were offering her her next hit. Her teeth snagged on her lower lip, too weak to pull away from his stare.

[ainsworthjess]

Though it was unlike her, Jessa had remained mostly quiet on the way back to their room. Not intentionally, but she couldn’t seem to do anything more than fidget with the towel wrapped around her small frame and cast quick glances at Carson when he wasn’t paying attention. She didn’t know whether she was relieved or more nervous once they’d finally reached their room. She didn’t say anything until she’d discarded the wet towel around her body and grabbed a t-shirt from her suitcase, pulling it over her head afterward. “So...” She trailed off, sitting on her bed and running her fingers through her damp hair. “We said some things and we should talk about those things. I just... I don’t want it to be awkward. Although I feel like I’m already making it awkward by saying that, but whatever.” She huffed, blowing a loose strand of hair out of her face as she wrung her hands together. “I don’t know where to start, Car.” 

@thefakecarsontaylor

[dcddies]

         ꧁  @multipackers ꧂

          Carson hangs up the phone without so much as a love you, goodnight, chasing the tail end of a bad conversation with another drink of his scotch. The club around him is lively, vibrant, a haze of smoke hanging down from the ceiling, but he’s focused entirely in on himself. 

Without a word, he gets to his feet, which causes a ruckus at two adjacent tables as his protection begins to rise, but he waves them off with a simple gesture and a shake of the head. They watch him go, cutting around the sides of the room, a little more present now. His eyes are looking for someone in particular amid the crowd of people. And when Carson spots him, he leans in. “Going upstairs,” he says in a deep, heavy tone, loud enough to be heard over the music playing. The stairwell to his office just a few steps away, barely a reprieve from the club’s excess but the best he can get on short notice. “If you’re not busy, I’ve got plenty of cash and could use the company.” 

[evildelights]

“Hey! I am so sorry I disappeared, friend. I hope you don’t mind me showing up here?”, Zach spoke as the door of Carson’s place opened. The fae was holding a flower bouquet in front of him, but extended it to Carson as soon as he finished speaking. “Maybe you still want to take me to that place you mentioned before?”

@lovecarson