#c:carson

[hauntthebodies]

duuuude i've been wondering where you've been!! missed this story, always thought the concept was so cool!! hope you're doing well :P

for the ask, i'm curious abt the RO's playing kiss mary kill with each other, who would choose who and for what haha

Yeah I’ve been going through the wringer but this ask made me want to write it LMAO its not the best writing but it is what it is

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Carson leans against the bar, a smirk on his lips as he drums his fingers against the counter, “So indulge me, all of you, fuck marry kill?” He suggests, receiving a few incredulous looks, “I mean personally, I think I’d fuck Mason, marry Aman,” he adds a wink for measure, causing the other man’s cheeks to darken as he fumbles with the bottle neck of his beer, “And kill Sloan.” His grin is shit eating as Sloan cries out in protest.

“Kill me? Why?! Also it’s kiss, marry, kill, at least amongst my students.” She grumbles, chewing on their lip as Carson snickers.

“That’s why.” He supplies unhelpfully, “You’re turn though.”

Sloan slumps, shrugging his shoulders as they think it over, “Mm, I suppose kiss Charlie, marry Mason and kill Avery?” The sentence ends on a note that sounds more like a question than an answer before they turn to the one next to them, poking Charlie in the arm, “Your turn.”

Charlie smiles at them, her lips almost as sardonic as the expression Carson is holding as she points at her choices, “Kill,” She says as her finger is directed at her brother, “Marry,” Charlie’s finger lands on Sloan as she looks at him with a soft smile, “And fuck.” Her finger lands on Avery, getting a raised eyebrow from the latter as they let out a scoff, her gaze landing on Mason beside her, “Your turn, dear.”

Mason chuckles with a shake of his head, “I don’t think I would do anything with any of y’all,” He slurs slightly as he downs the last of his drink, “but if I have to choose: fuck Sloan, marry Aman, kill Avery.”

“Ooh, two marriages for Aman,” Carson pipes up, grinning as the larger man shrinks in his seat, “No, no, don’t hide. It’s your turn, pookie.”

The pet name makes him choke on his drink as the rest of the group begins laughing, “What did you call me?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Mhm, sure,” his tone sounds skeptical before he shrugs a shoulder, “Uh, I guess…. Fuck Carson, marry Charlie and kill Avery.”

“So you’d fuck me but marry my sister?”

“Of course you’d fucking kill me.”

Both were said at the same time, making Aman scratch the back of his head awkwardly, “Uh, yeah, it is your turn though, Avery.”

They gave him a look, annoyance clear on their face, “Well I’d kill you obviously,” they snark, though there’s no real heat in their voice as they roll their head back to look at the ceiling while in thought, “Marry Mason and fuck Charlie.”

“Two for Mason as well!” Carson pipes up as the group devolves into snickers.

[stvrchilds]

˙ ˖ ✶ Carson

"I could just tell red looks really good on you, and since you're already making it habit of turning me different shades of it, I just knew." Declan said with a chuckle. "I've met a lot of people in my life whom I could consider family. There's some blood relatives that do not agree with...a lot of things, and they've sort of alienated my parents and I from the rest of them, so yeah I do know that family can look any sort of way." he grinned. "Not to point it out, but you just called yourself the cool uncle, which totally means you're kind of a dork, but...I never said that was a bad thing. Scare me off? I'm still here aren't I?"

"What can I say I just love the Holiday spirit year round," he teased. Declan barked a laugh at the way Carson could just throw back all the flirtatious quips, someone who could easily match his energy and somehow keep him grounded. "Mistletoe early? I know what you want from me, and to answer your question about a date, yes I'd love to go out with you, alone. No matter how much Mochi will protest, and he will very much do so. Maybe next time you see him you'll bring him a gift as a peace offering for taking his dad away."

"The Sexy Santa outfit is in my closet, how'd you know?" Carson joked. He'd had a few partners into the whole fire fighter thing, wanted to fuck around when he was in his uniform, but the Santa was a new one. He'd heard worse things, though. "Yeah, I'm a big believer that family can look like a lot of things. I'm not their dad, but I'm something. Like a cool uncle, I guess. Hopefully that doesn't scare you off." Better to get it out there to begin with. No point wasting any time.

You're seeing Mistletoe already? We're not even into June yet," Carson said with a smile. Okay, maybe it was a little stroke of his ego, but he enjoyed being flirted with. He enjoyed when someone was comfortable and confident in their own skin. He just hoped it wouldn't be another flash in the pan that fizzled out before it even got started. "I'll hang Mistletoe early, just for you," he answered, hopelessly flirting back in response. "But, uh, if it's not too much, not too forward, maybe I can take you out first some time. Without our little chaperone," he teased, nodding towards Mochi.

[hazal-kaplan]

@carson-porter​

“You’re so over the top.” She didn’t even bother knocking, knowing his schedule well enough to know that he’d be in his office alone. With all the surprises from last night, Hazal hardly felt like a knock was warranted.

[jamiecostello]

Sneaking up behind Carson at the Thinking Cup, Brynn snatched the boy’s drink out of his hand, grinning as she did so and holding it out of his reach. She was in an unusually chipper mood that morning, probably due to the two iced coffees she had already guzzled. “Nope. I’m confiscating this until you give me a kiss on the cheek. I’m starved for affection. C’mon, help a girl out,” she flirted with him, readjusting the strap of her revealing cropped tank. She took a sip out of his cup, tasting his order. “Eugh, what is that? I take it back. I don’t want somebody’s lips on me that drinks that shit.” @cvrsxn​

[wincnas]

Walking into a random room in Hastings, trying to find somewhere to light her joint in peace, Edie’s makeup was already smudged, the result of dancing until she started to sweat it off. The girl starter to light it up, flicking her Bic lighter, until she noticed that someone else was in the bedroom with her. Carson. She had felt awkward around him since their short-lived fling had ended. “Oh, fuck, uh... Sorry. I’m, I’m just gonna leave,” she said hurriedly, stumbling over her words and turning around, pink dress fluttering, heading for the door until she smacked her forehead unto the doorjamb. “Fuck! Ow.... there goes my last lone brain cell.” @cvrsxn​

[badvlantex]

TJ was already regretting this exchange like he regretted many, but he'd have to use whatever he could in the moment. "My crime is being OEA," he stated with a cold edge; everyone believed the conspiracy that he was OEA anyway. "So. You want to tell me the actual truth or shall I just remove you?"

"Just as interested as I am about your story," he said with a raised brow, "don't think you can just flip the script back onto me without me noticing" he teased with a small smirk, trying his hardest to be light hearted during a really bad conversation

[itspenelopeh]

@thefakecarsontaylor

okay so her last first date, didn’t go so well, actually she got stood up, so to say, she was high on nerves for her date with carson, her date with carson in a foreign country. the date was fairly simple, she had seen it in a movie, horseback riding and a picnic on the beach. penny felt an empowerment in planning a date, taking control, she had been so wrapped up in others wants, she forgot her own. “i hope you like horses” she spoke after some time of them walking down the beach, a giant smile on her face, as the horses came into view, “tell me you haven’t done this before?” she questioned, hoping he hadn’t. 

[pxrxrius]

Mateo had some things to follow up with on the case, so he went to find her, she hadn’t been home so he tried the next best place, the garage. After driving there he jumped out the car and spoke to the first person he spotted, one he recognised from before, so, the guy would probably know why Mateo was here. ‘’Is Belle around?’’ Mateo asked, hoping the other would have the answer. 

@causticcarson

[hauntthebodies]

Fake-out make-out scenario for the Ros? 👀👀

EDIT: i forgot to preface that this is assumed to be deep in the crush stage, kinda like a first kiss scenario. 

Aman

“Follow my lead,” You murmur, pushing his back into the wall as you reached up to cup his face. It was near impossible to ignore the look of confusion or the underlying hope in his expression as you traced your fingers along his jaw before bringing him towards you for a kiss. Aman is hesitant in his own movements, arms raised to touch you, only hovering above your hips instead. Letting you lead, unsure of himself in this moment. Despite himself, he returned the kiss just as eagerly as it was given, completely unaware of the people you both were trying to avoid passing you by. Luck was on your side, thankfully, neither interrupted or recognized. “They’re gone,” You breathed under your breath as you pulled away.

His expression changed as he came to a realization, eyes snapping down the direction the people went, “Oh,” The word left him in disappointment, brow furrowing, “You can’t just do that.”

Avery

“I have an idea,” You speak in a rush as the two of you turn a corner, Avery raising a brow in a silent question. You don’t think to explain, having no time to explain, your body moving on autopilot as you stepped towards them. Their movements became tense as you directed your attention at Avery, foot stepping back to make space between the two of you. But their own movements were too slow as you grabbed the front of their jacket, pulling them into a kiss.

You expected them to push you away on instinct, but instead their fingers found their way into your hair, grip tight as the kiss turned bruising, pushing you into the closest wall. There was a harsh bite to your lower lip, your yelp of surprise swallowed by the redhead, the people running past forgotten by you.

The moment you were free Avery pulled away, but not before pinning an arm across your chest, snarling into your face, “You ever do that again and I’ll bite your fucking tongue off.” Their voice is low, the threat genuine before they push away, face burning.

Sloan

“We are at a church event,” Sloan presses, though they’ve made no effort to escape the cage you have them pinned into, keeping the two of you away from prying eyes.

“So? We aren’t in the church,” You say as you tip their chin towards you, “Makes this more believable and far less blasphemous.”

There’s a scoff that leaves their lips, a noise you muffle as you press your lips against theirs even as it turns into a gasp. You can feel their smile against your lips, arms wrapping around your neck as they lean into the touch. The kiss continues even when the people you both were avoiding slipped passed and when you pulled back you gave them an appreciative grin, “Thanks.”

“Oh!” Sloan shrugs, face red and smile wide, “Well I’m all for kissing friends, yanno?”

Mason

You don’t remember how exactly you got here, Mason pressing you into a corner with a shush of their lips, finger pressed against yours as they peek over their shoulder for the people looking for you two.

He seemed to relish the contact, turning back to you as they tilted their head, a mischievous smile dancing on their lips, “I think I know a way to make this look more believable ,” they murmur.

You can’t help but nod, words dying on your tongue as they meet you for a hungry kiss. Their passion isn’t faked, and with the way they seem to devour you, you can tell he’s wanted to do this for a while. Everyone else was forgotten, Mason taking all of your attention. You only broke the kiss when you both needed air, a laugh shaking his chest as he speaks, “I think they’re gone, but we could always continue this if you want?”

Carson

Before your question is fully formed Carson is already turning towards you, his gaze intense. Even as your words die on your tongue he seems to pick up on your implication, a telling smile peeking at the corners of his mouth as he grabbed your jaw. “Are you wanting to give them a show or get them off our backs?” He teased, expecting no answer as he kissed you. Despite his grip on your jaw it was a slow kiss, lingering and demanding. There was no urgency to his movements, drawing out the affection even as the others have passed by.

He only breaks away when your mind is dizzy, all attention lost on anything that isn’t him. If his smile is anything to glean, he’s aware of the effect he has on you.

Charlie

You can’t help the frown as Charlie laughs at the suggestion, covering her mouth as she waves away your expression, “I’m not saying no!” She reassures, “Just wasn’t expecting you to pick something a fanfic writer would drool over.”

“Well if you have a better idea-“ She cuts you off, placing a finger to your lips as she moves closer, pressing her body against yours.

“Just shut up and kiss me,” She hushes, giving you all the permission you need. Her arms wrap around your neck, fingers in your hair as she drags her nails across your scalp. Kissing her feels like holding an electric wire, almost paralyzing in the energy, downright dangerous if caught for too long.

You were gasping as she pulled away, teeth glinting as her smile grew, clearly pleased with herself and the state you’ve been left in, “Seems like they passed,” Charlie’s expression turns teasing as she gives you a pat on the shoulder, “Good idea, by the way, might have to use that again in the future.” All you can do is nod eagerly.

[roryhastingss]

˙ ˖ ✶ Rory & Carson

"You'd think I'd be adventurous but honestly I've just lived places, not much else. I was a pretty sheltered boy, so I didn't get out much. Usually my friends had to drag me outside, so you can say I'm sort of a homebody, I love a good night in." Rory mused, hopefully Carson didn't think he was a dud. "The more you say it like that, the more it sounds like a date, mister fireman." He said in jest, but there were some flirtatious undertones throughout their whole conversation.

Thanksgiving was definitely not the usual first date scenario, one just didn't hop into meeting the family at one of the most celebrated holidays throughout the country. But he thought it was sweet, especially knowing he'd be alone if Carson hadn't extended the invitation. "I do tend to get the holiday blues, and especially someone like me when I can be on call sometimes since things tend to happen a lot more during festivities."

"So I'll definitely bring baked goods, and whiskey just to get on their good side." Rory winked. "Here," he said as he pressed the tip of his phone onto Carson's so their digits were transferred. "Don't you just love technology." he laughed at Carson's comment before blushing. "You and me both, I'd be heartbroken to not get the hunky fireman's number. Especially since I'm looking forward to spending my holiday with you."

Compared to his new friend, Carson felt embarassingly un-traveled. He'd been on vacations and stuff. Their parents always made sure of that. But the experience you got when you actually lived somewhere was different. "Ah, then you've got plenty of adventures you can tell me about at dinner," he said with a grin. He wasn't being entirely subtle on the flirting.

Maybe this was too much, he wondered. Carson wasn't exactly shy. He was outgoing and social, not exactly arrogant (he hoped), but aware of his own strengths and what he had to offer to someone. Inviting someone you just met to Thanksgiving dinner surely wasn't normal. Not exactly a normal first-date type situation, if you could even call it that. Luckily, Rory didn't seem too freaked out by it. In truth, Carson would've invited a friend who was alone to come over in a heartbeat. It didn't have to mean anything.

"I know the holidays can be rough if you aren't with family. I'm sure whatever you bring will be fine. My mom loves cooking. I love helping. Dad loves whiskey," Carson joked with a laugh. "I, uh, should get your number then? You could get whisked back off to work any second, and I'd kick myself if I left without it."

[odette-durand-blog]

@carson-williams

Odette had been one of the last cheerleaders left on the field, slowly letting her hair out of the ponytail as she glanced around, enjoying the faint orange glow that the sun setting placed on the field around her. She’d always enjoyed being out here during the setting sun, it made her feel more calm. Spotting a figure in the distant and smiling to herself when she recognized Carson. “Hey!” She called out in a friendly voice as she made her way over to him, her brown eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “So I totally fluffed one of my landings in practice today and I was just wondering if you’d mind helping me carry my bag back to my room? My shoulder is killing me.” Pouting at him as she pretended to clutch her shoulder. “I’m going to need an ice bath after today grueling session.”

[hazal-kaplan]

@carson-porter

"I got what you were asking for." It was the weekend. She was dressed a little over the top but Carson certainly wasn't who she was expecting to bump into when she reached the office. "Oh, I thought that-- an emergency assignment. Wasn't your dad driving in for today?" Her cheeks flushed a little.

[jamiecostello]

Despite her assertions that she couldn’t be seen hanging out with someone on a different team, after she chugged half a bottle of wine at the bonfire on the beach, Brynn somehow found herself drifting towards Hydra Cabin, towards Carson. The crickets were chirping as she smiled, knocking softly on his door before entering, fixing the strap of her black bathing suit top. “Hey,” she said, jumping onto the boy’s bed, laying on her back. “Don’t you kind of feel like a kid again at this thing? Suddenly I have the urge to have a water gun fight,” she told him, fingers tracing along his leg next to her. “Want to go on a woods walk? Nice and private. So nobody sees two sworn enemies talking to each other, of course.” @cvrsxn​

[tailsofthenine]

The fox was not paying attention—lost in his own thoughts, while the other seemed equally absorbed in theirs. He set his ice cream down on the table, but as soon as he took a seat, the table cracked, and—well, his ice cream took the brunt of it.

"My ice cream," the fox pouted, as if that was the end of the world. With a heavy sigh, he added, "Why?" He pointed to the pot on the floor.

"Who sent you? Fafnir?" He paused, considering. If it was his ice cream they wanted to target, it could only be one person. "Falin. It was her, right?"

@tailsofthenine

He was a Mikaelson, he was adopted by them for a reason and he knew he needed to be strong. And maybe he thought too hard on it or maybe he knew deep down inside he wasn't that strong of a person, but he found himself stuck in his head today. Fool, you're a fool Carson his mind repeatedly told him. 'You're nothing but a fraud who killed your brother, it'll be found out eventually' the voice laughed. "Shut up," he muttered quietly, eyes shut, 'why? so you can live in the fantasy you're actually in a decent position? it's going to crumble, Carson, you're going to d-' "I said shut up!" he stated loudly as he slammed his hands onto the table, it cracking right down the middle. "Holy -" he said, breath hitched

[hauntthebodies]

Hi!! Can we get ROs reaction to MC running and leaping into their arms??? And WHAT IF the RO was holding a drink/coffee 👀

Aman

Aman's eyes widened as you barreled towards him, coffee held firmly in one hand. His eyes darted around, hoping to find somewhere to set the drink down before you could reach him. The panicked expression caused a laugh to bubble up, rushing and throwing yourself at him before he had any more time to think.

Almost effortlessly, you were caught, one arm tightening around your torso as he moved his other arm away, still clutching the coffee as he let out an exasperated laugh. "That would have sucked if it spilled on either of us." He muttered, but his tone was teasing as he tilted his head towards you.

Your arms had found their way around his neck, keeping you up as you grinned at him, "Maybe put it down next time then." Your words teasing as your fingers played with the hair near his neck, the action causing his skin to warm.

"Oh, next time?" His voice was playful as he shifted his weight, getting a better hold onto you, "What if I didn't catch you?"

"Then you would be a horrible friend." You spoke, your dry tone causing him to snicker.

Avery

Avery's brow raises as they see you running towards them, body tensing in anticipation. You couldn't help but giggle at the grimace they wore, far too familiar of an expression for them. They said nothing as you approached, their expression hardening as you launch yourself at them.

They do not catch you, not really. At the last moment you watch them step to the side, your eyes widening as the ground comes towards you, but you never reach it, Avery's grip on your shirt keeping you from colliding into the cement.

"Seriously," You gasp, righting yourself and pulling away from their grip as you gaped at them, "You side stepped me?"

A sardonic smile graces their lips as they regard you, teeth glinting, "Don't ever fucking try that again." Is all the warning you are given before they make their exit.

Sloan

"Oh no," The words leave their voice in a rush of air, expression owlish as they take a step back when they see you race towards them. "You know this is going to end with both of us on the ground right!?" Their voice rose, but the amusement was clear as they dropped the drink in their hand.

Their words brought a grin to your face, picking up speed as they cursed under their breath before widening their arms, acceptance clear on their face. As you jumped at them, they wrapped their arms around you, but the force and momentum forces them back onto the ground with you on top of them.

Their laughter broke through the air and you joined in, shifting so you weren't putting too much weight on them, but staying where you were, a pleased grin on your face as you noticed their wild blush.

"What did I say?" They asked rhetorically as they pushed their hair out of their face, clearly amused by your actions.

"Yes, well," You smile, shimmying a bit and relishing in the way their blush deepened, "You made for a very comfortable landing pad."

Mason

With the way he was smiling, you guessed he understood your plan, dipping low and placing their drink on the floor before you could fully launch yourself at him. A laugh broke through the air as he caught you, arms tightening to keep you lifted as you mirrored his smile.

"Well look at that," He teases as you wrap your legs around his waist, "Seems I caught an angel."

A snort left you, shaking your head as you gave him an amused look, "Are you in the habit of catching angels?" Your tone was sarcastic but not bitter as you leaned into the comfort of Mason's arms around you, "Or am I a special case?"

Mason smiled, giving you a look of adoration as he spoke, "You've always been special."

Carson

"Don't you dare," his words seem to come the moment you stepped in his direction, eyes squinting at you incredulously. As you gained distance, Carson tossed his glass haphazardly onto the counter nearby, sighing as he watched the drink spillover.

His attention on the spill was short-lived as you made it to him, jumping into his arms with a wicked grin. He caught you, though the weight made the both of you stumble before he regained his footing, a small grunt of surprise leaving his lips.

"You never listen, " He chastises, but his words are gentle as he looks over you, blue eyes taking in your features as you let out a quiet chuckle, "Mm, yes I'm sure that's amusing for you." He griped, but his tone was hardly annoyed.

"Always." You agreed, smile widening as he scoffed at your answer, shaking his head despite his own amusement, "Are you surprised?"

"With you? Never."

Charlie

Her expression is one of panic as you race towards her, a deer in headlights as you run towards her. The grip on her drink tightened, so much the plastic cup broke under the force. A string of swears left her lips at the surprise, tossing the cup to the side before focusing all of her attention on your approaching form.

As you jumped into her arms, she tried to catch you, the both of you holding onto each other as you straightened yourself, just barely stopping yourself from toppling over and taking her down with you. She gave a small laugh of disbelief, her arms around you tightening, "Oh that could have ended so badly," She jokes, but the relief in her voice is palpable.

"You still caught me," You assured, her laughter causing your heart to squeeze.

"Dear, I think we caught each other."

[odette-durand-blog]

@carson-williams

Odette was early in the coffee shop, thirty minutes early in fact, just to make sure that she got the right table. So instead she found herself leaning back in the chair as she scrolled through her phone, mindlessly flicking between instagram and twitter, though she found both to be completely boring and hardly worth her time. Glancing up when she heard the bells at the door chime and smirking when she saw the tall frame of Carson enter. “Carson!” She called out brightly, waving her hand happily in the air. “Got us the best seat in the house.” She informed him, though it was seated away from him and to the corner slightly, it was still her favorite table. “I haven’t ordered yet because I was waiting for you.”