inspired by nicolandria, people catch carson and brian making out
WARNINGS: fluff
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CARSON giggled loudly at something Brian whispered to her. it was a wonder no one else heard it over the sound of drunken laughter, music and chatter.
They were laid up on a couch away from the stumbling and dancing. The team were all around but doing their own thing. Dom and Vince were bickering about the new parts they had come by. Leon and Kitty were playing a game on the console on the floor. Jesse was slurring in some random's ear, whilst Mia and Keelie were moving to the beat of the music.
"I cannot believe you said that." Carson mumbled, covering her mouth after she snorted.
Brian playfully shrugged his shoulders, "It's true."
"it is not."
"You're loud."
"Like you're one to talk." She cast him a pointed look, "You whimper when you're all up in it."
"Hey," he looked around, slightly embarrassed that someone heard. He turned back to see her amusement. "Oh you think that's funny huh?"
"It's nothin' to be embarrassed of, I like my men loud."
"I like my woman noisy."
"Noisy?"
"Mmmm," he nodded.
His eyes dilated under her intense gaze. Things always shifted whenever they were alone, or as alone as they could get. It was like a little bubble, no one was ever to pop. He took the red cup from her hand and settled it on the arm of the couch, simultaniously shifting closer to her.
"Bri -" Carson was silenced with a kiss.
Instantly she caressed his face as he guided her back onto the couch, keeping ahold of her thigh, with his other hand palming the back of her head. Their movements were slow, yet passionate.
Carson couldn't help her smile as their tongues graced the other. Brian nearly groaned when she titled her head and tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth.
The lip biting, thigh grabbing and hair gripping (from her of course) were driving them both crazy, they didn't care where they were.
"And you called me loud," she muttered between kisses, then moaned when the hand combing through her braids, snaked onto her throat, applying pleasurably pressure. "Fuck."
Brian chuckled, "you like that?"
His knee find its way in-between her parted legs as the kiss deepened. He didn't even care that her lip gloss was clinging to his lips, nor did he mind that her make up was rubbing off on his face, he wanted more. more moans, more whimpers, more groans... more her.
"Y'all need to get a room."
Keelie's voice reluctantly pull apart with a sigh. They glanced up to see the entire team was there, either laughing or looking at them disgust. Brian slumped back against the chair, running a hand through his hair, whilst Carson looked flushed as hell.
"Look at you man, with her make up all over your face," Jesse drunkenly laughed, watching as Brian traced over his mouth and nose, where her make up was.
Letty chuckled, "Chocolate all over his face."
Dom cackled, "You alright Spilner?"
Carson smirked, yet when she went to wipe the make up off, Brian moved her hand away.
"Leave it there." Brian didn't care in the slightest, which honestly made her fall for him even more.
Leon remarked, "He's sprung."
"I've been sprung." Brian replied, turning to his girl, who beamed.
She held out her hand, "Give me my lip combo."
The team was stunned when he pulled out the lip liner and gloss from his pocket and passed it over to her.
"Yo! He carries it in his pocket? Down bad." Leon snorted, whilst Vince watched in disgust.
"Leave them alone guys," Mia nudged her girlfriend and took her hand. Keelie still couldn't stop mocking the flustered couple.
Carson rolled her eyes, "Yeah, leave us alone."
"I need a drink," Vince gritted out and pushed past the team as he stormed off, amusing Brian even more as his girlfriend replied her lip gloss.
Can you make a smutty 1shot that lead 2 the ‘drunkenly mistake’ pls
WASSUP BULLET
part 2
WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT, DRINKING
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“I’m not talkin’ to you O’Conner . Matter of fact. How did you find me. Wait — I don’t wanna know,” Carson rolled her eyes, as she took another sip of her drink. “You’re a cop right? That’s just professional stalkin’.”
“I told you I quit,” Brian said, sitting down with a corona in hand.
They were currently at one of Tej’s cribs, everyone had vacated apart from them, something Brian manufactured. They were sitting on opposite ends of an L-shaped leather couch. The lights were dim and slow Jams played in the through the room.
“But you went back, workin’ undercover ‘cause they’re on your ass and now you’re stuck doin’ shit you don’t wanna do.” She pointed out, rolling her eyes at his shocked expression. “Your friend told me.”
“Dammit Roman,” he cursed, facing her with apprehension, “It’s not what you think.”
Carson shrugged, “You’re a cop O’Conner. You’re a liar, you lied to me, and I don’t even know why I’m sayin’ this to you. Leave, so I can get back to drinkin’”
He dismissed what she said, and leaned forward on his knees, “Why are you drinkin’? I thought Pink Gin was your favourite.”
Carson was drinking a Corona as well, something he never thought to see.
She tensed, “Things change people change.”
“You haven’t changed,” he shook his head.
“I had to. Repeatin’ mistakes is kinda my thing. Fall for bad men, liars, manipulators… I had to change so it doesn’t happen again. It can’t happen again.”
She wasn’t wearing her infamous pink clothes. She pulled off black effortlessly, but it wasn’t her. He knew that.
“You’re smart Carson, you have a big heart,” he said.
“Don’t pretend that you know me,” Carson scoffed.
“I love you.” That’s how I know you.
“Ewww, stop. Go. I don’t need to hear this bullshit,” she grimaced.
Brian sighed, “It’s not bullshit. I wouldn’t lie about that. Ever.”
“Sure,” she said wryly, side eying him when he seemed to shift closer.
“I’ll prove it to you.”
“No you won’t ‘cause I know you.”
“You do. All those shitty things I did, hurt you. But you know that I could take it back in a heartbeat.” He said, so sure of himself. “But I’ll prove it to you. This to you. Let’s play a game.”
“No,” she took a swig of her drink and averted her gaze.
“A drinkin’ game. You answer the question, I drink. You don’t answer, you take an item of clothin’ off.”
Her eyes widened, “You’re sick.”
“What do you have to lose?”
“Nothin’ thanks to you.” She retorted, his face stilled.
He cleared his throat, “Let me make it —“
“— up to me. I know.” She groaned, realising he wasn’t gonna leave her alone. She doubt he ever would. “Fine. Hearin’ your voice is more bearable when I’m drinkin’.” She mockingly gestured to him, “Ladies first, you start.”
His stupid grin made her roll her eyes again.
“Do you still love me?” He asked, gaze trained on her, waiting an answer.
“Really?”
“Yes really.”
Brian suppressed a sigh when she didn’t answer but let his eyes wonder as she peeled off her shirt. Red lace caught his attention, the detailed bra he couldn’t help but fixate on.
“My eyes are up here.”
His eyes flickered up, to see her slightly glare, “I know. Your turn.”
She clicked her tongue before asking, “Have you hooked up with anyone since me?”
“No,” he didn’t hesitate.
She laughed, “Liar.”
Brian rolled his shoulders back, adding on, “I’ve tried. To get over you. But all I could think about was you.”
Carson begrudgingly took a sip of her drink realising he was telling the truth. She wasn’t how to take it, sure, it was a compliment or at least she thought it was. But he also wanted to forget her, get over her with various women.
“Have you hooked up with anyone since me?” Brian asked, maintaining eye contact.
“Yes.”
He clenched his jaw at the blatant lie, “Don’t lie to me Carson.”
“Fine no.” Brian grinned against his drink as he took a sip. “Shut up.”
“Lyin’ should mean you should take somethin’ else off…”he trailed off.
She quirked a brow, “You just wanna get me naked.”
He would never say no to that, “I want you. I can’t deny that Sonny.”
“Don’t call me that. And fine. The games the game, I’ll take somethin’ off.” Her shoes came off. “And now that’s three. This is unfair.”
“The game is the game.”
She scoffed, “Ugh, I shouldn’t have agreed for this.”
“Fine look.” Brian stripped off his top, amused that her eyes flickered to his chest. “Come closer.”
“What? No,” her nose scrunched up.
“You scared?” He teased.
“No.” She reluctantly shifted closer, not wanting to give him any satisfaction, “now drink.”
Brian took an another swig, before taking off his converse sneakers.
“You didn’t have to…” she trailed off.
“I know,” He nodded.
Two more bottles were opened, their words started to slur and bodies relaxed. Carson preferred to strip than be honest, Brian just liked taking off his clothes.
“Do you want to go?” He asked, staring into her eyes.
“No.” It was the alcohol talking, she told me herself. “Do you want to stay?”
“No,” he answered cheekily.
“Liar.”
Brian stripped down to his boxers and socks.
“You did that on purpose,” Carson accused, taking an unnecessary sip.
Both of them ended up drinking more. One bottle turned to two.
“You miss me,” he said.
She took of her skirt and socks, leaving her in her red underwear.
He was practically drooling.
“You want me,” she stated.
Brian took off his socks as if he didn’t want to scream ‘yes’ at the top of his lungs.
“You love me.”
Carson stilled, before unclipping the back of her bra, letting it drop to her lap, before pushing it onto the floor.
Brian’s eyed her hungrily, senselessly shuffling closer.
“What was it that I did to you, that had you so horny?” She groaned at the question, despite the goosebumps rising all over her body. “Come on, tell me. Our secret.” He gestured between them, “Was it the neck kisses? I know how much you loved them.” His eyes were hungry with lust. “Or just me going down on you in public?”
“Brian.”
“You called me Brian,” he grinned. She had been calling him O’Conner all day, to prove a point and he was sick of it.
“That’s your name genius,” she sassed.
“Answer the question. You don’t. You still have a lot of clothes left to take off.” A thong was hardly anything, which is exactly why he wanted them gone. “Was it when I gripped your thigh when I was drivin’? Or stared at you and nothing else when I was speedin’?” Her breath hitched when she caught the veins in his hands. “Remember when you told me to pull over and just jumped on me.”
“I did not jump on you,” that caused him to lean closer, face contorting as he lifted a hand to lightly brush over her face, making her squirm in her seat.
“Rode me so hard, I forgot my own name.” He said lowly, “Come on tell me, baby.” He licked his lips, drawing her heated gaze. “What about me did you miss so much? That you couldn’t let someone else touch you ‘cause it wouldn’t be the same. I know what it was about you.”
“What was it?” She asked quietly.
“I’ll tell you when you sit on my lap.”
He thought he would be met with an argument, a fuss, but she slid across so easily, straddling his lap as he caressed her waist.
“You wanted this all along,” she tsked, playfully shaking her head.
“Never stopped,” he said, dipping his down to kiss each of her breasts, emitting a small ‘fuck’ from the Baker Driver. “That’s what I missed. The moans. No one sounds like you. No is better than you,” he groaned when she started to move against him, grazing his hardened state as she grinded against him. “That’s it, good girl.”
“We shouldn’t.” She said breathily.
He tugged her closer, “We should.”
“Suki’ll be back soon.”
“Then we’ll have to be quick.”
“You were never quick,” she whimpered.
“And you’re never quiet baby, just keep moving like that.” He guided her hips. He was painfully hard. “Shit. I’ve missed you. Just like that.”
She bit down on her bottom lip, “Just like that.”
“You just had to wear this red number didn’t you?” His fingers briefly trailed over her thong.
A small giggle escaped her, “Prefer it to pink?”
“Nothing will beat pink on you. But this, shit.”
Their lips finally met in a lustful frenzy. She gripped his hair, whilst pulling his boxers down, and the next they knew his dick was freed. He slid it under her, pulling her hips back down and moving her thong to the side. At the sensation of his dick rubbing her slit, she threw her head back with a whine. Desire roared through her like a bullet.
She was dripping against him.
Carson’s head tilted back as she rolled her hips.
His hands moved to grip her ass, encouraging her to keep riding him. All she could feel was him. All she wanted to feel was him. Gasps and moans slipped from her as she allowed herself to be overtaken and drawn into an ocean of pleasure. She could feel herself rising higher and higher, riding the wave. Her mind was becoming delirious from the fire in her veins and the motion of her hips rocking over his exposed dick.
“That’s it.” Brian grunted, he couldn’t look away, thrusting against her making her back arch. “And you wanted to lie and say you didn’t miss me, huh,” He licked a scalding line up her sternum, only to swirl his tongue around one of her nipples, making her cry out. "Come, baby."
She chanted. "Please."
He watched her unashamedly as her orgasm hit her. Her lips parted, eyes closed and head thrown back, mewing loudly. After her euphoric wave washed over, Brian’s thrust staggered, before he retracted his dick and spurting onto her stomach.
“Fuck.”
Ragged breaths escaped her as she stared at him, struggling for breath.
Seconds passed when Brian thought regret seeped through, but she instead, gently palmed his cheek, bashfully and drunkenly smiling at him before drawing him into a sweet kiss.
He whispered, “Let’s go to my place, we can continue this there.”
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a/n:
thank you for the request, took me a while to figure out what I wanted to do. Alcohol and feelings shouldn’t mix!
Brian moaned as he pulled out of his girlfriend, causing her back to arch and feet to twitch against the dashboard. Their position wasn’t comfortable at all. He was between her spread-out legs, his knees were to the car floor as she laid on the passenger seat that was pulled down.
It was luck that they hadn’t been caught by a security guard at the back of a Walmart parking lot.
His shirt was off, and Jean-shorts by his knees along with his boxers. It was a shock her dress shirt still clung to her body, given how much they both were panting.
“We need another condom,” Carson breathed out, dazed as her eyes fluttered open.
“I don’t have another one,” Brian managed to say, searching his pockets.
“Fuck.”
He turned back to her with a sheepish look, “Maybe we could just risk it.”
“Fuck no,” she tiredly pushed against his chest. “Boy, we’re not doing that.”
“I’m clean I swear,” he exclaimed, as if to convince her.
“We need protection.” Carson wouldn’t risk it. “You’re not gonna accidentally knock me up.”
“I’ll pull out,” he weakly tried, leaning closer to her.
“You won’t.”
“How are you so sure huh?” He asked cheekily.
“Because you’ve been moanin’ about how good I feel.” She taunted, running her nails down his chest, “You love it too much to pull out.”
“I do,” Brian admitted, licking his lips. “I do.”
“Then no more sex,” She said, worn out, “but you can give me head.”
“Oh I can, can I?” He teased.
“Yeah,” she bit down on her lip as he started kissing down her stomach before finding solace between her legs again. “Fuck.”
“C’mon, sit down, I’ve got a good seat for you.” He lowly chuckled at her flushed face as he leaned back on his bed, feet pressed into the sheets as he threw his head back. “I’ve got you.” She squealed when he moved her up from straddling his waist to his face.
“Brian —“ a moan silenced her. Brian immediately kissed her thighs before lapping up her core. “Fuck.” Her body trembled as he gripped her thighs, stopping her from running away. He was relentless. Having brought her to his place he wasn’t gonna waste the opportunity. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Back arching, moans slipping, hair gripping, it was all too much for Carson.
“Brian stop. I can’t — just… just fuck me.” She glanced down panting as she tried to shake him away.
Brian’s chest heaved up and down as he finally let her go, mouth salivating and wet before he licked his lips seeing her shuffle onto his bare lap.
“You sure?” He panted, looking up at her in awe.
“Yes.” Only her voice wasn’t desperate enough for him.
And so Brian rose up onto his elbows, “You want it?”
“Yes,” she huffed, stifling a moan when he shifted, causing his dick to skim her centre.
“You want me,” his eyes marvelled at the realisation.
“Brian shut up,” she whined, smacking his chest.
“Just say it real quick.”
“Get a condom,” she retorted, only for him to fully sit up, lust-filled eyes meeting hers.
“Say it.”
“I’ll just go,” she grumbled out, daring to move but his grip on her waist was firm.
She squealed when he flipped them over, letting out a breathy moan when he ground into her.
“No you won’t. You’re staying, so lay your stubborn ass back and tell me the truth.”
His taunts were effective, as were the kisses he trailed along her chest.
“Fine. I want you,” Carson had to confess, through her whining.
“Wasn’t so hard was it?”
“Just like you,” she quipped, though, he was more than hard. He felt as if was about to explode between her damp upper things.
“Oh, okay,” he grabbed a condom, with lightning speed, ripping the packaging with his teeth and sheathing it on.
“Brian what — I’m kidding. Oh,” her head tossed back when he thrust into her without warning, “fuck.”
“Not so hard huh?” He grunted.
Carson kept quiet, not trusting her words as his breath tickled her ear when thrusted deeply. Speechless. All the air from her lungs was being pushed out with every touch, caress and kiss.
It was all-consuming, his passion and his lust. It was gentle yet vigorous. He wouldn’t stop until he had her begging for more. He didn’t care if he would eventually lack the energy, just as long as she was satisfied.
Her words were gargled as she tried to make out a simple statement. He found amusement in her struggle. She swallowed thickly. "Yeah, right there..."
“Right here?” He teased, eyes were hooded, “What was that? You want me to go deeper?”
“Please,” her nails found his shoulders, and the heels of her feet found the dip in his lower back. It prompted him to do as she begged. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”
And just like that, Brian had another chance with the girl he loves, only he would have to work hard for it when morning came, the alcohol drained from their systems and she was pissed all over again.
“You have sex with me on the first date but now you don’t want to?” Brian exclaimed, stunning his girlfriend.
Her eyes narrowed into a glare and she immediately grabbed her top, throwing it on to conceal that she was half naked. She didn’t know where this was all coming from. She didn’t feel like having sex and he instantly turned into an asshole.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you say that to me?” She shoved him, just as he sighed.
“Carson it’s true. I’m not trying to be a jackass —“ he was quickly cut off.
“Could’ve fooled me.” she scoffed, and stood from the bed. “I’m not in the mood to hook up. But since I gave it up once, you think that gives you the right to it all the time.”
Brian playfully retorted, “Technically it was more than once.”
“Screw you.” she spat.
“You have multiple times.” his jokes, only forced her to leave her room, and he quickly rushed after her. “Sonny, I’m kidding. That was a joke.”
“You think this is funny?” she snapped.
He threw up his hands in annoyance, “I’m confused why you never wanna have sex anymore.”
“It’s only been a few weeks.” she defended when they ended up in the living room.
Keelie was at work. And right now, Carson wished she was there with her and not with her boyfriend.
“And you don’t find that strange?” He reasoned, only for to wrap her arms around herself.
“What l, that I have self control and you don’t?”
“Tell that to the hood of your car.” Another joked that she didn't find funny.
Shaking her head, she whispered, “Just… just get out Brian.”
“What?” his face fell.
Carson screamed, “I said get the fuck out. Now!”
“Wait —“ He was being pushed toward the door, whilst she grabbed his shoes and jacket and she threw them at him.
Unluckily for her, he ducked.
He tried, “I’m sorry baby, I was just…”
“I don’t care. I’m not easy!” She shrieked, scowling with tear-filled eyes.
“I never said you were.”
“You were implying it. So many times, like in cheap or somethin’.” She sniffled, wiping her nose. “Leave me alone.”
“Can we talk about this?” He reached for her, but she smacked his hands away.
“For the record the reason I don’t wanna have sex is because it’s comin’ up to the anniversary of my dad’s death.”
He blinked slowly, shocked by the news, “It is?”
“It is. And I didn’t want have to deal with that, well not alone. But you only think about getting your dick wet.”
“Sonny, I didn’t know.”
Ignoring his apology, she reached for the door, “I told you last month but because my tits weren’t out or I wasn’t bent over you weren’t listening. So leave me alone.”
“Let me explain.”
She pushed him out, and slammed the door in her face, ignoring his endless attempts to get her to let him in. All she wanted was comfort. She had been sad for quite awhile. Sporting dark colours instead of her infamous pinks. But still that was't enough for Brian.
a/n:
this randomly came to me btw. it might've been ooc, but I prefer to see it as him treating it like a joke and not noticing how she has been.
WARNINGS: angst and mentions of postpartum depression
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BRIAN didn’t realise how much he was taking on at home. He didn’t realise how much Carson had been doing this entire time. Sure, he figured it was a lot of work; cooking, cleaning, bathing, shopping, feeding and somehow trying to sleep. He was exhausted and it had only been 2 days.
After returning from an impromptu trip to Mexico, things only got more difficult for Carson. It turned out how right Carson was; messing up their schedule only made Jessie more difficult. She wasn’t as responsive as she previously was. No, their daughter had grown more reactive. Throwing the food Carson tried to feed her, and screaming when she didn’t get her way were only some of her new changes. It has turned out Jessie was on her best behaviour for Suki and Tej, but her mom… it was a different story.
Only the first night back, Carson locked herself in their en suite and cried to sleep, leaving Brian to rock their fussy daughter to sleep before attempting to fix things with his wife.
Carson had left the room, the next morning only to make breakfast. She had been too tired to realise that she overheated a milk bottle and too emotionally numb to realise she burning her hands very time she tested it out.
Brian snatched the bottle away from her and threw it in the fridge, whilst trying to entertain their daughter who just woke up.
“Put your hand under the sink — Sonny, listen to me and put your hand under the sink.”
Flexing her strained fingers, she gritted out, “I’m fine.”
“You’re not.”
She groaned, “Why do you even care?”
“Why do I even— I told you, we’d work on this. That you’re not alone in this.” He recited, “Raising a kid is both our responsibility. Our jobs. Not yours alone,’ remember that? I meant it. Hey, my boss said I can get paternity leave.”
She rubbed her twitching hand, “You said they didn’t offer you that.”
“Well, I made some calls, and I have it,” he informed, hoping that would prompt her to at least look at him.
“Wow, a whole 12 weeks,” She grumbled, finally putting her hand under the sink.
Brian cast her a glare, “What do you want me to do? I can’t get more days off. I’m trying.”
“It’s been a day,” her narrowed eyes didn't stray from the water showering down on her palms.
“So you're saying I haven’t done anything. I fed her last night and put her to sleep whilst you locked yourself away,” he exclaimed, folding his arms.
“She was screamin’ her head off. I couldn’t think. She was throwin' her baby food around, and you just stood there," Carson snapped, turning off the tap, ringing out her hands, and finally scowling at him.
“I didn’t just stand there. I was assessing the situation”.
“Bullshit. This is the second day for you, well done, you're experiencing some firsts. But this isn’t the first time for me. None of this is new. You haven’t been there," she snarled.
He reeled back, shoulders slumping, “I’m here now.”
“Congratulations. You’re here now. But you don’t get to judge me for wanting to escape this. I’m tired. I have been for 13 months, and I will be after the 12 weeks are done and you’re back at work. I get you’re trying to help, but you don’t get a medal for being a dad.”
He reasoned, “I don’t want a medal. I just want you to know that I’m here, so we can work on this. Together,” and for a second, he thought her gaze would've softened, like his. That her face wouldn't be as hard, but she didn't change, so he had to. “So go and have a bath. I’ll deal with this.”
Bathing was something Carson loved to do before she was a mother. She would stay in the bath until her fingers shrivelled up like a prune, until the scolding water would turn lukewarm and the bubbles would dissolve. It was one of the few times she could simply think or just be. Yet since then, bathing wasn't on her mind; she barely had time to shower before her daughter's cries dragged her from the steam clinging to the tiles of the bathroom.
Now, she couldn't enjoy a bath; she didn't. She was only out of it minutes after she got in. She pinched at the bridge of her nose and inhaled deeply as the towel wrapped around her contained the water that once trickled down her skin.
She registered when Brian walked into their room, arms folded, but she didn't bother to look up; instead, she stared ahead at her vanity mirror. It took a few seconds before she broke the uncomfortable silence.
She whispered, “She doesn’t like me.”
“Stop saying that," he shook his head.
She shrugged, “It’s the truth.”
“It’s not. She loves you," he assured, stepping closer, snapping her out of her trance.
She looked at him, tired, “I’m not going over this with you again, Brian.”
His fingers curled into his arms before he stated, “I think you should see someone.”
Shock widened Carson's eyes, “What?”
He swallowed the dread he felt and continued, “Mia said —“
“You’ve talked to Mia, why?” Carson stared at him incredulously.
“I think…”
“What?”
“I think you have postpartum depression.”
A humourless snort escaped her, “Are you kiddin’ me? What gave that away?”
He sighed, “I’m serious.”
“Of course you are. I express my thoughts and feelings, and you diagnose me," Carson rapidly started going through her drawer, trying to find something to wear.
He stepped forward, trying to reassure her, “I’m not doing that. I’m just saying I think you should see someone.”
“All the checks the midwife did came back normal. I’m fine,” she yelled.
Brian's hand latched onto her own, halting her movements, before he shouted, “Stop saying that! You’re not fine. My wife is not fine! You’re not well, I’m worried. You have all this resentment towards our daughter. You said it yourself that sometimes you don’t wanna be a mom.”
“Wow.”
Brian winced at the way her eyes fluttered and tears lined, before he shrugged out of his hold and stumbled back.
Carson's shallow breaths grew staggered as she panted. Her hands reached to soothe her neck, but nothing worked.
Brian tried stepping forward, but her hand, flew out, stopped him from coming nearer.
Motherhood was the hardest thing Carson had ever done. Fixing and driving cars was second nature to her, it was as easy as breathing, and yet taking care of the human being that came out of her, that she helped to create, she didn't have a clue. But she was trying, with or without help. It made her wonder why her own mother had left, and why she stopped blaming her for leaving shortly after she became a mother herself.
“I’m just…” Brian tried, after seeing that she wasn't breathing as heavily anymore and had now gotten changed in silence.
She abruptly waved him off, “No, I get it. You don’t trust me around her.”
“I never said that," he said, face hardening at the accusation.
“You didn’t have to. You’ve been here for two fucking days, and I’m the problem.” She scoffed, “I’m the problem, right?”
“Where you going?" He watched as she stormed out of the room.
She answered, barely looking back, as she stormed through the landing, “I’m talking Ultra on a walk. Or don’t you trust me around our dog?”
“Don’t walk away from this," Brian yelled when she started descending the stairs.
Her stomps caught the attention of their dog, who rushed to the final step.
“Oh, like you do every day. Bet I don’t need a psychiatrist to diagnose you with absent dad syndrome.”
“Wow," pained, Brian jumped back when the front door slammed shut.
I'm not an absent dad, I'm not an absent dad, I'm not an absent dad, I'm not an absent dad, I'm not an absent dad, I'm not an absent dad, I'm not an absent dad, I'm not an absent dad, I'm not an absent dad.
He hadn't realised he was now looking over his daughter's crib. Jessie lay on her side, lightly breathing through her parted lips. A smile tugged at his lips, though it didn’t stretch to his crestfallen eyes. I'm not an absent dad. His finger gently caressed her cheek, as her warmth radiated onto his flesh, calming his thumping heartbeat.
He was trying to be better.
He was going to be better.
Carson hadn’t returned until Brian was cooking in the kitchen. She removed the collar from Ultra’s panting neck, then she kissed his head before he ran off.
The door slammed shut, and her keys dropped into the bowl, making her sigh deeply. She was home. And she didn’t know if she wanted to be.
The aroma of food, wafting in her direction, prompted her to shuffle into the kitchen, where she saw the anger on Brian’s face after he let go of the wooden spoon he was stirring.
“What the hell Carson, where have you been?”
She leaned against the wall, answering his question, “On a walk.”
“For 3 hours?!”
Truly, Carson was stunned, though she didn’t let it she responded, “Iost track of time.”
“Sure.” He scoffed.
“What?”
“Or maybe you just didn’t want to come back.”
“Whatever Brian.” She rolled her eyes, “I knew I needed to start on dinner.”
“I’m handling that,” Annoyed, Brian gestured to the pot of sauce he wad been stirring the spaghetti next to it. “Spaghetti Bolognese.”
“Great,” she moved to leave but his voice stopped her.
“You gonna ask about Jessie? She’s down for her nap.”
Turning around, Carson replied, “Bet you have no problems putting her to sleep.”
He frown deepened, “I had a few. Took me 20 minutes before she settled.”
“Wow, a whole 20 minutes. Try dealing with her crying for 2 hours,” she drawled, making him abruptly to turn off the stove.
“It’s not a competition,” he gritted, turning to her.
“Sounds like one.”
He stormed over to her, “Can we just stop this? Look I know I messed up with the trip. It derailed your schedule and your timings and feedings. But I thought I was helping.” He reasoned, with pleading eyes. “I thought that’s what you needed. But it wasn’t. I wasn’t listening, I should’ve started working with you from then, but I didn’t. But I’m here now. I’m trying. Can you see that?”
Her silence hurt him more.
“I don’t want us to keep fighting, baby please.” His hands were drawn to her face, stroking her cheeks, “I’m trying. I’m trying to learn the differences between the sounds Jessie makes, the best time to get her to sleep or how to feed her without irritating her. I’m trying to do that for her, for you. For us as a family. I shouldn’t of let this go on for so long. I should’ve been here more.” He shamefully admitted. “I’m exhausted and it’s been 2 days. I can’t imagine how you constantly feel. I get why you don’t wanna be here all the time. And I don’t mean to bring it up as a dig —“
“— only when you want me to speak to a professional.” Carson tore his hands from his face like they were burning her, and shoved him back. “God I wish I never told you that.”
“Carson!” He yelled, but she shook her head.
“I get it. You’re trying as you’ve said a million times,” she rolled her tearful eyes.
“Then listen!” He urged.
“No, you listen! I don’t appreciate you telling our business to the entire world. I’m fine. This is all manageable. It would’ve been more manageable if we didn’t go on that stupid trip.” She cried, “I just need a week and I’ll be okay. She’ll still cry as much but it’ll be fine.”
“You won’t be. We won’t be. You’re not happy.”
She threw out her hands, “Do you honestly expect me to be? Do you?”
“I want you to be. I want us to be.” He tugged her to him, praying she wouldn’t push her away. She was close to, so he said carefully, “Tell me what you want me to do. I won’t bring up talking to someone else if that’s what you want… but I think you should. You’re sad. I feel it. Jessie feels it too. You’re angry.”
Of course she was fucking angry.
Carson’s lips quivered, her anger nearly subsided, but her exhaustion made her collapse into him, with his hands holding her arm by her face.
“Let me help you.” He pleaded, “Let me in.”
Carson muttered, “You’ll throw it in my face.”
“I swear I won’t. I just want you to be okay. I need you to know that when I said yes at the alter I meant it. Sickness and in health baby. All of it. Now you just need to trust me. Trust that with a little time, it’ll get better. We’ll get better.”
“I’ll get better you mean?” Tired, yet still she hung to his every word, digging her fingers into every syllable, debating on whether she should let go.
“Yes.”
“And if I don’t?” She dared to ask, almost slipping from his assurance but he didn’t let her.
“You will.” He promised, bringing her closer.
“If they dope me up?”
“We’ll find other ways,” his tone softened, but held the strength to keep her hanging.
She teetered over the edge, but finding the strength, she pulled herself up, to see how depleted he seemed. How tired and hurt he was, though no where near how bad she felt.
Her hands found his, as the truth poured from her lips, “I’m sorry for what I said before. About you being absent.”
“I was. You weren’t wrong,” he knew it, even though it pained for him to admit.
"I was wrong for trying to make you feel like I do." She admitted, "I need help, Brian."
"We'll get you help. I'll be there every step of the way."
a/n:
i wanted to concluded this with series with a third part. probably one of the last one shots for this story.
Lmao, I didn't know you already had one for when Carson gave birth for the first time 😂 😅
But, if you don't mind, i would like to request one where Carson and Brian are like pillow talking.....just like fluff
PILLOW TALK
as requested <3
WARNINGS: fluff, hints at mature content
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“What?” Brian’s arms were folded behind the pillow his head rested on. His blue eyes followed his girlfriend who giggled to herself as she sat the edge of her bed, before joining him. Her room was dimly lit just how they liked. “What’s funny?”
Carson shrugged, “Y’know how you were eatin’ bum ass tuna sandwiches tryna get my attention.”
He rolled his eyes at the laughter that escaped her.
“They weren’t that bad.” Lie, and they both knew it. “Well, I got your didn’t I?” Now that was true. The grin splattered on her face made him chuckle. His naked chest rose and fell, when she finally joined him, sporting her cute little lilac nighty. It wasn’t pink shockingly, but most of her things were in the wash. “You liked that you had my attention.”
“Of course,” Carson confirmed when he shifted his position, turning on his side to face her, sitting up on one arm. “A pretty boy like you. Obviously.”
“Obviously huh?”
She nodded, “Yup.”
“Well, a pretty girl and a pretty boy just makes sense right?” The words pouring from his lips made the butterflies in her stomach take flight.
Carson couldn’t help but bite down her bottom lip, “Exactly.”
“Both who like cars,” Brian added, gaze deepening into hers as the sheets trapped them.
“Love cars,” she corrected.
“Love good food.”
“Good music.”
“Live an exciting life,” Brian marvelled, starting to trail his hand over her arm.
Goosebumps rose on her skin as he did so. The feelings he inspired had been blossoming for a while and she didn’t want them to ever stop.
“It’s like science that we’re together.” She teased.
“Biology… y’know since we’re always fused together,” He joked.
Carson dramatically gasped, “No, you just like my anatomy.”
“And you constantly caress mine,” he retorted, earning a pointed look.
“Nu-uh, that’s you. You’re obsessed.”
She gestured to how he was now gripping at her waist.
“Can’t help it, you have my attention,” His voice lowered, but his adoring tone stayed the same, much to her delight.
“Always?”
“Always baby. Y’know it’s more than just my attention you got.” Brian said sincerely. “So much more.”
Carson slowly nodded, as they shuffled closer, closing the gap between them. “Yeah, you’re a certified lover boy.”
He chuckled, “And what’s that make you huh?”
“Mine. Agreed?”
“For sure, now come here, I need to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” Brian’s body moved to straddle hers.
Her squeals and giggles bounced off more than just the pillows between her four walls.
“Hey! Hey! Back off — Vince outside, put down the vase, you’re not breakin’ shit in my house. Brian go upstairs, Summer you go with him, clean those bruised hands,” Dom’s voice carried through the living room that was practically turned on its head. One small conversation turned into a big argument and then it eventually got physical. “What did I say? No fighting on Sundays. It’s a day for family and you two do the exact opposite, so now everyone cool off until dinner's ready.”
Vince scoffed, his glare never left Brian’s retreating figure until Leon and Jesse pushed him outside. Letty followed Dom, deciding to help him with the rest of the food prep, whilst Mia and KeKe helped pick up anything broken to toss in the trash.
Carson rolled her eyes as she joined Brian in the upstairs bathroom. Her dress would’ve gotten ruined if she hadn’t moved away from her boyfriend who had tussled with Vince until Dom got involved and pulled them apart with Jesse and Leon’s help.
Brian was against the sink, watching as she pulled out the first aid kit in silence, brows pinching together when she didn’t say anything to him, and just sighed to herself.
“You’re gonna give me the silent treatment, really?” He exacerbated, as she pulled out bandaids, cotton pads and hydrogen peroxide.
“Just stop movin’,” she muttered when she got him to wash his hands.
“He insults us and I get the cold shoulder? I don’t believe this, you’re supposed to be on my side.”
She frowned, “There are no sides Brian, and drop that base from your voice, I’m not the problem here.”
He laughed in disbelief, “Oh, and I am?”
“I never said that," she sighed, trying to wipe the cuts as he winced at the pain.
“You’re not denying it," Brian stressed, annoyed that she didn't have a problem with it.
“You didn’t have to react," Carson hated violence and her boyfriend seemed to be constantly around it.
He scoffed, “So I’m just supposed to take his shit.”
“I never said that either," she retorted, "Hold still." Brian cursed when the hydrogen peroxide coursed over his open wounds, "Sorry."
“Then what are you sayin’? ‘Cause to me it just sounds like you think I’m in the wrong," he gritted out, body digging into the sink as he felt some pain. "That I’m the issue, and I should just sit back and let guys like Vince walk all over me.”
She rose a brow, “Guys like Vince?”
He rolled his eyes, “Here we go.”
“Here we go what?” She looked at him, seeing how heated he was getting about this.
“You’re focusin’ on that, really?”
“He’s my family so watch how you talk about him," she exclaimed.
“I’m your boyfriend and you’re actin’ like that don’t mean nothin’”
“You know that’s not true," her shoulders slumped. "You mean so much to me. Brian, you know that.”
“Do I?”
“You know you do.” She paused, pulling out a large bandage and cut it in half, “It’s just…”
“It’s just what?”
“You didn’t have to punch him," she stressed, applying some cream before wrapping his wounds.
“Yes, I did," he groaned, as she took a step back, “We hold hands and it’s a problem, we smile at each other it’s a problem, You sit on my lap and we kiss suddenly he can’t take it anymore and makes digs. If it’s at me I get it, he hates me, but the second he calls you naive, or an idiot, I'm not gonna sit back and do nothin'."
"Well I can see that," Carson gestured to his sore hands, "and I'm not some pushover, I can handle Vince, I'm just tired of the drama."
"He's the drama," he said, calmer.
"Says the guy with bloody fists," she teased, putting away the first aid kit and coming to stand between his legs.
"Well, they match his busted lip."
She couldn't help but laugh, "I appreciate you defending me, I do."
"I'll always defend you, you know that," Brian wouldn't let any harm come to her, even if it was just stupid words.
"But you need to keep that temper under control, you could've ripped my dress."
"Let me see," he cooed, trailing his hand down to the hem, "Sorry baby."
"Yeah I know, it's fine just calm down sometimes," she pleaded, with a pout.
"I'll calm down when he learns that I can kiss you whenever I want," Brian said, sternly, snaking his arms around her waist, "touch you, take you out and he can't do a damn thing because we're together alright? or I'll start thinkin' he's actin' more like a jealous ex and less like a brother."
"Alright, alright, you’re all cleaned up," she gently patted his chest, "lets go."
"Wait, wait, wait, let me kiss you, before we go down stairs, couldn't wanna get interrupted again would we?"
