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[saintsir4n]

TRY HARD

Part 3 to talking time away

in which brian now understands carson

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.

[saintsir4n]

WATCH YOUR MOUTH

in which brian oversteps!

WARNINGS: brian’s an twat in this lowkey.

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“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.

[saintsir4n]

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.

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a/n:

hope you enjoy!

[saintsir4n]

PAST LIVES

in which, carson can’t help but be triggered by her past relationships.

WARNINGS: trauma, exes, slight angst.

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CARSON hadn’t been herself for a few days, and it didn’t take long for Brian to notice. He loved her confidence; he had fallen in love with everything about her —her style, her approach to life, and especially her beauty. This made him question why she was being who she was.

Passive.

She wasn’t questioning anything he did. She would concede any time he suggested they do something. She wouldn’t argue.

It didn’t make sense to him.

And quite frankly it was annoying him.

“Baby?” He called out from beside the kitchen sink, looking at the soapy dishes.

She replied, turning down the television, “Yeah?”

“I don’t wanna wash the dishes, can you do it?” He asked.

Now, the dishes were Carson’s nemesis. She would claim they ruined her nails whenever she did them. She hated it, and everyone knew it too. Apart from being a damn good racer, she was known for being a brat. A brat who was too good for washing up the dishes.

Brian hoped she wouldn’t accept his plea but the fact that she stood up from the couch and met him where he stood rubbed him the wrong way.

“Sure,” she agreed, approaching with a timid smile.

Before she tentatively grabbed the gloves, he said, “Don’t.”

“What?” She turned to him, watching as his brows furrowed.

“I said don’t.”

She asked, “So you asked me to do the dishes and now you don’t want me to?”

“No, I’m tellin’ you don’t. I’m givin’ you an… order.” Brian grimaced at his choice of words, but the expression turned into a frown when she barely reacted.

“…okay.” She breathed out.

Once again not putting up a fight.

“No, it’s not okay.” He rushed out, startling her.

“But you said —“

“No. Stop this.” He said almost pleadingly.

She blinked at him, “Stop what?”

“It feels like you’re apologisin’ for being alive Carson.”

Carson. He only called her that when he was irritated.

Carson gulped, “I’m sorry.”

He groaned into his hands, then pulled them away seeing her wince.

“Don’t…” he huffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Did I do somethin’ wrong? Did I piss you off somehow and is this your way of gettin’ back at me?”

“What are you talkin’ about?” Her voice sounded small.

Something he didn’t want but he needed to get to the bottom of it.

“You agreed to do the dishes,” he stressed, motioning to them.

She sheepishly shrugged, “And?”

“You once said that doing the dishes is hard labour and you’d rather have your tyres slashed than do them.” He studied her closely, seeing her open her mouth to speak then keep it closed. “See this is what I mean, why aren’t you puttin’ up a fight?”

She inhaled deeply, “I… I’m confused, you wanna argue?”

“I want you to be you.” He emphasised, earning a look of confusion.

“By arguin’?”

“By not agreein’ with me on everythin’.”

Carson fiddled with her fingers, trying to find a response, “I’m not doin’ that.”

Brian softly scoffed. “Then what are you doing? Explain it to me because it’s been days and I’m not the only one who’s noticed.”

“Brian… I don’t wanna… piss you off,” she quietly defended.

She nearly looked away at the slightly annoyance on his face. This is what she wanted to avoid.

“How would you piss me off? What, by being you? You could never piss me off.”

“I did last week,” she confessed.

But he didn’t seem to understand.

“What?” Brian was hoping she would explain further.

Carson reluctantly started, “You were watchin’ the game.”

“Right.” He slowly nodded along.

“I asked you to help me with the laundry and you snapped at me.”

He scrunched up his face in confusion, “What?”

“I called your name a few times and someone must’ve scored or somethin’ because you weren’t respondin’. I called you to help me and you just raised your voice and said —“

“ — ‘relax, stop naggin’ me.’ Shit.” He ran a hand through his hair.

She kept explaining, “In the past, guys usually get sick of me. Pretty quickly actually.” She let out a laugh of disbelief, “It usually starts off the same way. Snappin’ or yellin’ at me for stuff I don’t understand or claiming I’m overbearin’. I didn’t realise that I started doin’ that. I don’t wanna lose you Brian so I’d rather just keep quiet.”

His hands dropped to his sides as he shook his head, “No.”

“What?”

“Don’t you ever keep quiet.” His sternness almost made her wince, “Your ability to not take shit, especially from me is one of the things I love about you. I didn’t even realise that happened last week. That I yelled at you, you got triggered… baby I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She muttered.

“It is.”

Brian hated that she thought he was pulling away because of the incident. He hated that she started pulling away because of it and that she was quietly regressing.

He also hated all the guys that made her feel this way and despised the fact he lowkey was one.

She waved him off, “I should’ve told you.”

“No, I should’ve realised. I know you don’t like being yelled at. I didn’t even realise I did it. I was distracted and I’m sorry.” He stoped closer, fortunately she didn’t step back, “You shouldn’t have to make yourself be small because I’m being an ass.”

She murmured, “You didn’t know.”

“Well now I do.” A smile tugged at his lips.

She subtly nodded, she squinted at him, “So you’re not gonna make me do the dishes right?”

He laughed, “Please, as if I’d let you ruin this manicure.”

He took her hands in his, then kissed them.

“Thanks Bri.”

She pecked his lips a few times.

When she went to pull away his hands settled on her waist, drawing her back in.

“Let me show you how sorry I am,” he whispered against her lips. She hummed in agreement. He quickly picked her and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his legs. “I’m so sorry.”

a/n:

[saintsir4n]

STARE

brian can’t stop staring

WARNINGS: fluff

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Brian couldn’t help it. His gaze always seemed to follow Carson. It was like that before he even knew her, and it certainly wasn’t about to change now that he was dating her. She was breathtaking. Truly breathtaking.

Between the kisses they shared and the jokes they exchanged, it was hard to focus on anything but her. She knew he didn't care. She originally joked that he was her stalker. And in a way, he was. He always made sure to be around before they were even together; before they even spoke. It was like she was a beacon, and he couldn't be deterred.

Sure, he had obstacles: his job being one of them.

He wanted to scream whenever he remembered that's why he was doing all of this. Carson was his in to the crew, yet still... she always made him forget that. She made him forget that he was undercover and that they could truly get lost in the world they were building.

And that's what was messed up.

It wasn't real.

Not really.

But it was to her.

And so he wouldn't let it go. Of their dream, their life, their love. Even if his guilt was gnawing at him to stay focused and pull away. But sitting with her now, under the moonlit sky, on the bonnet of her charger he leaned in, with his lips twitching up into a smile as they touched hers.

The kiss started off gentle and tender, like always. But he could never hold back for long, guiding her onto him as he shifted backwards, pouring more into their passionate kiss. His hand latched onto her cheek, stroking the soft skin. As soon as her hand covered his, he moved it to his chest, then lower.

Brian let out a shuddered breath when she tugged back. It was abrupt and sudden. The teasing smile on her face made his head tilt.

"Not here," Carson whispered, "And not in the car either. I know what you're thinking in that head of yours. That stare won't convince me," She sassed, wiping the smudged gloss off her lips. "You're trouble."

"I didn't say anything," He weakly defended, before cracking a smile and letting her wipe his lips. "And I can't help but stare. Look at you."

"Still not convincing enough," She muttered, not believing him.

There were times when she didn't. Almost like she knew it was all too good to be true. But for now, she would remain unaware: lost in the dream.

"C'mon, blondie, I'm tired. You're taking me back to Harry's. And I'll let you drive this beauty, only if you promise not to crash her."

"Oh, I promise."

a/n:

taken inspo from the deleted scene after mia and brian's date when they go to the beach.

[saintsir4n]

Could you do one where Brian knew he fell in love with Carson 💙💙

FALLIN’, DREAMIN’

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IT was a gradual feeling. That was for sure. Between the kisses and touches, and whispers of sweet nothings, that’s where the feelings truly blossomed.

The first time Brian saw Carson was like a vivid dream — a fantasy he never knew he could have or even desire. The more he stared at her, the more he believed pink could become his favourite colour. Her smile was enough to make his heart flutter and her voice made her hang onto every word. And when he saw the car she drove he damn near stopped breathing.

Carson beating him was something he didn’t know could happen, let alone in a race he thought would be primarily against Dom. He was elated and turned on when she crossed the line seconds before Dom and him in his steaming car.

Next came their first dance, shortly after she defended him to the team. It was to a Tyrese song and she was shocked at how well he could handle her. Her curves glided perfectly in his hands which were caressed with care. Their hearts beat as one to the melody they were lost in.

Jealousy had always been a thing for Brian. He knew what he had with Carson was real even if his initial intentions weren’t. Johnny Tran wasn’t a threat but made sure the police bust made on his mansion was done by him especially. And there was Vince, who never hesitated to comment on their relationship, or him, damn near almost ruining his chances with Carson at every turn. But Brian always took pleasure in wiping his grin off his face.

And although lust and adoration drew him to Carson.

He was sure that love bound him to her.

It was uncontrollable and he accepted it the second he knew it was true.

He never questioned it even though it went against every principle of his job.

But Carson was worth every second he spent anxious that any moment his cover could be blown and the operation would be busted. She was worth more than his job, or even the freedom he risked just by getting more and more close to her.

Carson Baker was his love and he was hers — he was certain of it.

Feeling Brian’s intense gaze on her, Carson looked up from the paintbrush she held and turned toward him. He sat, arms crossed in the busy garage seemingly lost in his thoughts.

“What are you smilin’ at lover boy?” She teased, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.

Brian blinked quickly before he innocently shrugged, “Nothin’”

“Well since you’re lyin’, come and help me with this paint job.” She waved the paintbrush around without letting the contents drip onto her overalls.

“No please?” He rose a questioning brow as he got up, and strode over.

She stood up also, allowing a grin to break through her face when he towered over her.

Carson cheekily retorted, “If it was a question I would’ve said it.”

“Damn, now I know why you get called a brat,” Brian said, tutting and shaking his head at her.

“Only now?” She cocked her head to the side.

“Nah, but I don’t care, give me the brush Sonny.”

As she let the paintbrush drop into his hand, his lips grazed hers, causing her eyes to briefly flutter shut. It was a slow kiss at first, but gradually with every second, he poured more into it. It felt more than any of kiss they’d shared. More personal, more passionate, more…love?

Carson couldn’t be sure, but she wouldn’t say it, not now.

“What was that for?” She asked, with a small gasp once he pulled away, sporting a boyish smile.

Brian simply replied, “Just wanted to.”

She giggled, “Well give me another one.”

Preparing to do just that, they heard a voice call out behind them.

“Don’t give her another one!”

It was Jesse, who pretended to gag at the sight.

Carson groaned, “Shut up Jesse!”

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hope you enjoy!

[saintsir4n]

BRIAN love bombed Carson and didn’t regret the damage he caused because they both fell in love. In this essay I will…

[saintsir4n]

Omgggg I’ve deadass been binge reading ur posts with Brian and Carson and I’m SO INLOVE with both of them. Just wanted to lyk you literally changed my life with them 🫶🫶🫶 love u bb, ur amazing.

Thank you so much!!! I lowkey miss writing them and especially Carson, lowkey one of my favourite OCs to write❤️❤️