#denny carmichael

[emptyingthespiral]

started book 5

and im loving the fact the court has carmichael pissing himself.

Just the mer mention of his name has Carmichael scared. Bc court did smth the Carmichael didnt expect him to do :) which is honestly, his first (AND HOPEFULLY) finally mistake

[bishopgirl98]

Home Again

Pairing: Dani Miranda x FemReader; Y/N is also goes by Love, a personal nickname for her and Dani only.

Summary: Welcoming Dani home from her mission with Six

Warning: Spoilers for the movie, The Gray Man. Some nudity, kinda smutty, but more so suggestive.

Length: Long as hell, sorry, kinda ;)

A/N: This will be my first MINORS DNI Warning. From here on out, ages need to be in your bios to prevent any blocking from my page. There will be a deadline posted later this week, from the date of that post you will have 7 days to add your age to your bio. More on this in a separate post.

You sat at the kitchen counter of your flat in London. Fingers skating across your keyboard as you read over some documents from work, sipping from your mug, when you heard the lock turning. 

Jumping up off of the stool, you knew it could only be one person. 

You go to meet her as the door opens, and find her with scars on her face. Still in her tactical gear. 

“Dani-” you whimpered. She walked in, closed the door, and hugged you. 

“I’m sorry to drop by like-” she gestured at herself, “Like this, I had to see you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and took her hands in yours, “Wh-what happened?”

“It’s a long story, Love,” she said, cupping your face. “Like I said, I just needed to see you after everything that happened.”

You stared into her eyes, as her thumbs began to rub your cheeks. You could smell the gunpowder on her and feel the callouses on her thumbs from the night she had. You laid your hands on top of hers, gently removing them, “Let’s get you into the bath, okay?”

Then she smiled for the first time since walking into your flat. You held her hand as you led her to your bathroom. 

There you filled up the tub with bubble bath and epsom salt, leaving Dani to decide how warm she wanted the water to be. While you went through your clothes, finding clothes for Dani and yourself. 

“Y/n,” she called. “Will you come join me?” Even after two years, you could still feel heat rush to your cheeks when she asked you. 

You scooped up the clothes and walked into the bathroom. Dropping the clothes on the counter, you looked at Dani in the corner. She had stripped down to her bra and underwear. Folding her clothes into a neat pile to deal with later. 

You turned to the cabinet, and crouched down to take out anything Dani could need so you could patch her up. 

You felt her fingertips push past your layers of clothing to touch your hips, as you continued to lay everything out. “Love, let’s get these off of you.” You followed her hand as she turned you around, gently shrugging off your cardigan, her eyes never leaving yours. 

You went to pull your shirt off, she gently moved your hand, doing so for you. Shirt in hand, she cupped your cheek as her eyes flitted over your chest. Your cheeks heated up again. “Don’t be shy, Love. I’ve been gone so long, I’ve almost forgotten how pretty you are. M-may I?”

You knew what she was asking and wordlessly, you nodded. You missed her, and the fact that she missed you made you fall for her again. 

 She leaned in, and started kissing your neck, causing you to let out a whimper. “Mmm, Love, ” she hummed. “Missed you so much. I’ll take my time later, promise.”

As she kept kissing your neck, her hands made their way to your shorts. Unbuttoning them, she pushed them down your legs taking your underwear with them. You slid off your slippers, and stepped out of the pile of clothes. 

Your head rolled back, as Dani’s movements became more wanting. “Dani, let’s clean you up.”

Her lips smacked as she planted one last kiss to your neck. Taking the hair tie off your wrist, you cupped Dani’s rosy cheeks, before reaching back and pulling her hair into a ponytail leaving her bangs out. 

Staring at her face, you couldn’t stop your fingers from brushing over the bruises and marks on her face. Being as gentle as possible, to prevent any more pain. “Do they hurt?”

“A little, they were worse earlier.”

“What happened?”

“I got caught up in helping - a friend.”

“Let’s get in and you can tell me more,” you said. She nodded, letting you reach behind her and unclasp her bra as she wrapped her arms around your neck, staring at you as you finished undressing her. 

“You’re staring again,” you said as you pushed her underwear down. 

“Like I said, I almost forgot how pretty you were. I don’t want to make that mistake again, Love.” 

“Alright, in you go,” you said lightly patting her bottom. She smirked and followed your instructions. 

You stepped into the tub behind, the water was still very warm. Dani, can practically read your mind. “I made it boiling hot. We’ve never been able to get in and out of a bath on time.” You let out a laugh. She was right, you could only count the number of times you had taken too long getting undressed in the past just for the water to be cold as ice when trying to get in. 

“How are you feeling, Hun?”

She hummed, “Good, thank you for this.” 

“Let me know if the soap stings.” You took the washcloth adding soap and started to wash her back. She leaned forward, hugging her legs to her chest. You spent minutes on her back. Getting any dried blood off of her and checking for bruises to treat once she was dried off. You passed the washcloth to her, and she unwrapped herself cleaning the rest of her body while you cleaned yours. “Let me know when you’re ready to stand up.”

After some time she responds, “Will you help me up, Love?” Wordlessly, you hoist both of your bodies up, letting the water out of the tub and switching on the shower. You’re holding her under the shower head, watching as the water cascades over her. You reach behind her and grab the shampoo. 

“Step towards me, Dani.” She does, her eyes still closed. You turned her around and massaged her hair with the shampoo. The dirt and sweat falling to the tub as you rinsed the day before away.

After shampooing and conditioning her hair, you moved both your bodies under the running water. Finally rinsing yourself off. When you were both clean, you led her out of the shower and wrapped her body in a towel. She jumped on the counter and watched as you wrapped yourself up. 

“Love?” You looked at her, and raised an eyebrow silently urging her to go on. “Which one is mine?”

“The stack with the black sweatpants. But, please, let’s put some ointment and icy/hot on you first.”

She laughed, “Okay, Love.” Grabbing the ointment, you walked over to her and stood between her legs. Dani brought her fingers to your face, letting them skate across your features as you patched her up.

When you get to her nose, she flinches a little. “Did I--”

“No, no you’re fine. It hurts from earlier.”

“Please, stop me if that happens again.” She looked as worry crossed your face. 

“I will, promise.” You kept working, being as gentle as you could. 

“Hun, I need to put some stuff on your back and we’ll be done.”

She jumped off the counter, and dropped the towel.  Dani had always been proud of her body, and when it came to your relationship she was never afraid to flaunt it in front of you. 

She slightly turned her head, looking back at you, “Now who’s staring, Love?”

“I’m no better than the men you work with.”

She scoffed, “You’re ten times better actually. You see me for more than my body.”

“How could anyone not?” You asked. 

“I love that.” You hummed as you rubbed the ointment in. “You don’t think like I do. Most men in my field would hate that, but it’s nice. You're my innocent girl. My innocent, caring, pretty girl.”

You blushed and cleared your throat. “I’m all done here. Are you hungry?” She nodded. “I’ll go make you something.” You kissed her shoulder and moved to dress yourself. “The blow dryer is in the cabinet. Just come to the kitchen when you’re done.”

“Love?” You stopped as you clasped your bra on. “I meant what I said. You're all those things to me.”

You smiled, “I know. I love you, Dani.” You felt her eyes on your chest again. “Dani,” you started to scold her. 

She laughed, “Well now, I’m looking just because. Besides, you know I love your tits.” You laughed, you knew a little too well actually. 

“I’m going to go cook now.” With that you threw your shirt on, grabbed the dirty laundry, and left Dani to finish getting ready. 

You knew of Dani’s line of work, but she never told you explicit details. “The less you know, the better.” That was her motto when it came to you. It was rare that she ever came to you like this. She never wanted you to worry about her, especially when she was on a mission. 

You instinctively went into the kitchen and made her a meal you only made on special occasions.  She only liked to eat it at your place, because according to her, only you made them right. Warm ham and cheese sandwiches with a side of barley soup. 

Thankfully, you made a batch of barley soup yesterday. It was fresh enough to reheat, so you put the leftovers in a pot to warm up properly and heated a skillet to grill the sandwich bread in. 

Pieces of butter were melting in the skillet as Dani came out of the bathroom. She moved past you letting her hand linger on your lower back as she grabbed cups and silverware to set up in the living room, leaving two plates and bowls down for you to plate the food. 

As you filled the bowls, you heard Dani flicking from channel to channel before settling on “The Nanny”. Grabbing the food, you joined her on the velvet couch. Watching silently as she dug into her food. Her head falling back at the taste of your barley soup. She hummed, “I missed this so much.” You smiled into your bowl as you tucked your legs beneath you and lost yourself in the show and Dani’s quiet company. 

It was strange to have her back after so long. The last time you saw her was almost four weeks ago. She stopped by in-between missions to celebrate your birthday. You had her for forty-eight hours all to yourself. She set out to do everything you wanted for your birthday. 

You guys had breakfast at a cafe you fell in love with. Curled up under a tree together while you read to her in the park. And that night you were sprawled out under her. 

She had rolled off of you and you held each other through the night. Until you woke up and found flowers and a note. Promising her return and to spend more time with you. 

It was bittersweet knowing she would most likely be gone in a day’s time. But you pushed those thoughts back as you admired her. Even bruised and beaten, Dani was still stunning and was able to rattle your cage of butterflies. 

 When the food was gone, Dani was sprawled out over your lap. Holding you down to the couch under her body. Her bruised beautiful face nuzzled against your stomach. 

"Dani?" She hummed. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

She looked up at you and moved to straddle your thighs, "Depends, what do you want to know?"

"How bad was it?" You had seen the news, everyone had. Prague on fire was pretty hard to miss after all.

"I have a meeting with some higher-ups, Carmichael, and Brewer. Not sure when, but I'll have to head off to Berlin Station for the meeting, and hope for the best." Her career meant everything to her. She had given up a lot for the agency and now it was hanging in the balance.

Your hands found her hips and rubbed tiny circles there. "They'll give you a heads up?"

"Maybe."

"Will you be back?" She hesitated. Shit.

"Y/n, I have a home and you do too."

"I know that but-" She kisses you to cut you off. Her soft lips molding against yours, gradually throwing you off track. 

She leaned back, "Good, now let me finish. How would you like to move to Berlin?"

You tapped her hip, and she continued, "I want to be closer to you in case anything happens. Here, we have a twelve hour distance between us. I figured it'd be better to ask you to move closer than if I could move in." She confessed.

You were awe struck by her. The proposition of moving or even her moving in could only mean a few things. You swallowed and asked, "Where is this all coming from?"

"I come back at all times of the day, when you least expect it and you never fuss or complain. You just take care of me, and we've been doing this back and forth thing for a few years now."

"Wouldn't I just be a distraction?" You asked. She shook her head no.

"I love my job, but you've been my home for so long now that I love you more. You don't have to give me an answer today. Just think about it and we'll go from there." You nodded your head and she took your face in your hands, titling your head back as she placed her lips on yours. Kissing you roughly, she bit your lip to coax your mouth open and you let her lead. Letting out a whimper as she gripped the hair on the back of your neck. 

"Now, Love, I hate to break it to you, but we got dressed for no good reason."

[averagebookfiend]

I watched The Gray Man twice already!! It was so good. I give it a solid 9/10. The relationship between Six and Claire was so cute. And the movie had great action scenes and many funny one liners. The acting was incredible. Yall should definitely go watch it

Ryan carried!

Ana left no crumbs!

Julia ate!

Chris bodied as usual!

And Regé-Jean slayed!

This was the first movie where I wanted Chris' character to lose 😭

Also there has to be a second movie. Like nothing was solved except for him getting Claire. The actual bad guy wasn't defeated. So if there's a sequel I'm ready for it

[scotianostra]

The noted chemist and Professor of Organic Chemistry, George Gray, was born on September 4th 1926 in Denny.

Not a name that many of you will have heard of, but Gray was instrumental in developing the long-lasting materials which made liquid crystal displays possible.

George received his early education at Denny Public School. From a young age Gray had expressed an interest in Chemistry, a passion likely inherited from his father who owned a pharmacy in Denny.

Gray first matriculated at the University of Glasgow aged 17 to study for a science degree, taking classes in Maths, Natural Philosophy and Chemistry. After graduating BSc in 1946 Gray took up a role as a temporary laboratory demonstrator at University College, Hull where he completed his PhD going on  focus on research into the structure and properties of liquid crystal materials. At a time when interest in this area was waning, Gray didn’t give up. Before funding completely dried up he compiled all he knew into the first definitive text on the subject to be published in 1962.

Throughout his career Gray was awarded numerous honours, including the Queen's award for technological advancement in 1979 and 1992, the Royal Society Leverhulme medal in 1987 and the prestigious Kyoto prize in 1995. He was elected a fellow of the Royal Society in 1983 and appointed CBE in 1991.

Towards the end of the 1960s the Ministry of Defense became interested in the technological applications of liquid crystals. Gray was recognised as a leading figure in the field and was able to secure grant money to undertake MoD contracted research at Hull. The research undertaken at Hull led to the development of room-temperature stable liquid crystals known as cyanobiphenyls in 1972. This development made liquid crystal display technology viable, and the group’s findings were published in 1973.

Early applications of the liquid crystal research being conducted in Hull included the development of the digital watch display, the calculator and early electronic games. Liquid crystal display technology was also used in the screen of the first MacBook, and went on to form the basis for all LCD-driven screen technologies. Laptops, tablets, flat screen TVs and many more electronic display devices would not have been possible without the scientific research conducted at the University of Hull.

Professor George Gray passed away on May 12th 20132 aged 86.

More info on the Prof can be found here https://www.hullhistorycentre.org.uk/research/research-guides/george-gray.aspx

[emptyingthespiral]

book 4 dead eye spoilers

abt denny carmichael (bleh)

…

we already know greaney has interesting word choices.

now. Denny Carmichael. In the movie he is dirtier than dirt. He also uses the cia as his own personal hit squad. In the book he uses townsend, which is essentially a step below cia but more dark ops/not on the books type shit.

but the way he is so adamant about wanting court dead

in book three he was described by Hanley to have a ‘hard on’ for wanting Court dead.

he was officially introduced in book 2 as someone with a higher position than before (he moved up in the time court’s been on the run). Which means he reached that position somehow.

but the book pages i have photographed

Court being described as ‘evil to america’, which is ironic since that is the country he served/serves quite fucking patriotically

the fact that collateral damage is understood in taking him out.

not to mention the ‘why’ of court being burned still up in the air.

my thoughts? Denny fucked up and Court got caught in the crosshairs. And Denny’s fuck up prob makes the cia and even possibly america look bad (look at book 2, how bc they did that op that went to shit and aborted it).

now, what the fuck up is? Idk? Im about a third of the way thru this book. Could be Denny being dirty and trying to hide it like the movie or it could be smth else. I hope i get to find out (and i hope to stop being edged about fucking kiev, but court adamantly refusing to know shit is hilarious)

but yuh

[peyton-warren]

Denny Carmichael and Lloyd Hansen crossed streams at Harvard and no one can convince me otherwise .

“Have I ever done you wrong, Denny?”

[foreversecrets]

Cuddle Struggle Chapter 1

Lloyd Hansen x OC (Megan Montgomery)

Summary: Everything her life was supposed to be has been taken away from 25 year old Megan Montgomery and starting over at such a young age seems ridiculous. Even now as Lloyd is coming to terms with the fact that he has a heart and someone else is trying to steal his heart from him.

Working for Denny Carmichael wasn’t the easiest of jobs but Megan could honestly say she loved it. 

In college, when she’d been advised due to circumstances that her contract to be a  professional softball player had been terminated, she was lost. Her scholarship had been contingent on the sport and no amount of help from the rest of her family could afford the tuition, especially when she’d chosen business as a major but didn’t actually have a backup plan for if she didn’t become a professional athlete. With just an associate degree in business, she dropped out of college, broke up with her boyfriend of a year and moved back in with her parents to figure her shit out.

She’d been lucky, by some miracle Denny had come across her resume and took a chance on her and she completely bombed her interview to become his personal assistant. She’d confessed to her boss, her biggest flaw was becoming complacent when she felt unchallenged, he’d argued at the time that was her biggest advantage. It wasn’t until her first day on the job she understood. Being the CIA chief’s PA meet she had to manage his entire schedule, review emails and paperwork but given her lack of security clearance a majority of her work was redacted. Each and every day was challenging in a new sort of way and kept her enthralled. 

Just today she had received three meeting requests for a John Smith, but each of those requests came from separate John Smith’s with separate contact information and reasons for needing to see Carmichael. On top of the 4 phone calls with people who refused to give their name only a ten digit code that she could use to verify this person had approval to discuss matters and to forward off to Denny. She’d developed a system that didn’t threaten the security of the content but made doing her job a little easier but it was still the delicious challenge she craved in her life and it prevented overcrowding and overwhelming her. 

Accept moments like this, when a stranger entered from the hall and approached her desk that resided just outside of Denny’s office. The man had bright blue eyes, brown hair that was shaved on the sides and a ridiculous mustache on his upper lips. Despite the stache, he was rather attractive but the air about him was already putting off the ‘i’m superior to you’ vibe and Megan wasn’t about to put up with that-well if she wasn’t at work she wouldn’t.

“Can I help you?” she gave him her sweet customer service voice and a bright, full toothed smile.

“Depends, you single Agenda?” he smirked at her immediate surprise of his boldness. It had been a while since someone had managed to render her speechless. “Denny’s expecting me.” he rolled his head as if to say ‘I’m just joshing ya’ and tapped two fingers on top of her desk. 

“Name for the appointment?” she asked, her eyes jumping to her computer monitor, thankful to not meet his intense gaze. The excuse of pulling up Denny’s calendar was plenty to keep her from his eyes that seemed far too knowing, like he already knew all her secrets. 

“Lloyd Hansen, Hansen Government Services.”

“You’re thirty minutes late,” without looking at him, she began scanning for the next available time slot but there was none until next week unless she could squeeze him in as soon as her boss finished his lunch. “If you want to wait ten minutes, he will have a small opening.”

“Hmmm,” he closed his eyes, the side of his lips quaking in amusement before he composed himself in a bit from jumping on the chance to tease her with the innuendo opening she provided. 

“So I get to sit here and admire you?” 

Megan looked up at him again, her mouth opening and closing, a blush spreading across her neck and crawling up to their chin. What was she supposed to say to that? No one ever flirted with her, even her ex had just told her how things were going to be and she could accept them or spend her life sad and lonely; his words not hers. Their eyes locked in probably the most intense observation she had ever experienced, it was almost like a staring contest but they weren’t competing-more like they were learning about one another with that locked look of icy blues. There was something dark about Lloyd simmering just below the surface, it was dangerous but hidden beneath the playful outer demeanor he seemed to cling to as wella s enjoy. It was unfamiliar and alluring to her.

“Lloyd” Megan snapped out of her stupor to look over to her boss who was now standing in his doorway beckoning the man with his hands. “Come on, you’re late.”

“Catch you later Dockett.” Oh she liked that one, the first nickname falling short but this one? She liked it. Lloyd waved to her and disappeared behind the door, Meg only picking up on the harsh tone of her voice before the silence fell over her again. 

Lloyd Hansen reminded her of her ex-boyfriend but where Ransom’s arrogance had been displayed as a cruel superiority to herself, Lloyd’s arrogance manifested in playful confidence at being about his abilities. Ransom had always wanted her to know he was in charge, not because he deserved it or knew how to manage her or their relationship but because it was how he was raised and he wasn’t about to compromise for anything less. But with Lloyd, she felt like she’d willingly obey his commands knowing he had the skills needed to make things easier and happier for herself. 

But God, if she brought home another shitty guy like Ransom, Steve was going to disown. Not that he would ever vocalize it. He’d become a good and stable figure in her life, even helping in the aftermath of the accident that took her future from her. But he had never liked Ransom, not even from day one, he voiced his displeasure for the trust fund man to her in private but respected her to make her own choices. Meg had chalked her taste in men up to residual daddy issues, Steve had shown up a little too late to save her completely in that department. 

But Lloyd was different from her previous partners, though none of them had taken anything really seriously but none of them seemed as fun(?) as Lloyd, that was the vibe the man had put off. Maybe that’s what she found attractive about him? It didn’t help that after that initial encounter he seemed to show up everywhere she went: the gas station getting to know the basics about one another while she filled up her beater and he his expensive sports car, at the coffee station at work when she was trying not to confused her sugary goodness with Denny’s straight black order as he joked with her about all manner of things, even the parking garage where they’d conveniently end up in the elevator together and he’d escort her to her vehicle before making his way to his own car that was never parked too far away. 

He was friendly and talkative but nothing to indicate he was interested in her romantically until about a month of the ‘coincidental’ encounters. On a Thursday evening heading to her beater car he was leaning on it instead of having waited for her on the first floor of the garage. 

“There you are! Was starting to think you and Denny were having a sleepover.” he pushed off her hood and moved to her driver side passenger door to open it for her so she could deposit her lunch bag and purse. “You avoiding me, Dockett?”

“Avoiding you?” she smirked at him. “I’d have to know your schedule to do so, but it seems only one of us sits around memorizing the others.”

“Oh don’t be like that,” he closed the door as she finished but blocked her from moving to her driver door. “How else is a guy supposed to get your attention?”

“And why would you want to do that?” she turned her look to him hoping he couldn’t hear how loudly her heart was beating in her chest. 

“Don’t pretend you don’t know how fucking stunning you are,” he laughed. “And that polite act that borders on sassy-God you get me going.” he growled, placing his warm hands on either of her hips, she tried not to let him see how it affected her. “We’re both adults, no need to play games.” Did he study her? Did he know all the right things to say to get her to go home with him? “We both have needs, I think we can come to an arrangement.”

All her eagerness faded instantly, she pulled away and scoffed. “An arrangement?” she pushed him aside and opened her driver door ignoring the so confused defeat that spread across Lloyd’s face. “I am not a booty call kinda girl. I want a life: husband to bicker with, kids to herd, all of that and I see no benefit that offer would provide me in achieving those goals.” she slipped into her car and started it up. 

Lloyd watched as she drove away, normally in situations like this, he’d find someone else to state his desires. Emotions weren’t something he was about to entertain, they’d complicated things and made people make sloppy mistakes and his lifestyle couldn’t handle the annoyance of a bitchy/needy woman. But something about Megan Montgomery enthralled him. He wasn’t the kind of man you could say no to and walk away unscathed. He was going to have her, and to do so he was going to need to find a compromise fitting the both of them. His idea of meeting in the middle was pathetic but he caught her in a moment of weakness. 

It had been six months since she left Ransom, so why was he still sending her photos and videos of his latest conquests? As if that would drive her back into his arms, if anything, it made her hate him as much as she hated herself for staying with him so long. Maybe if she’d noticed all the negatives in their relationship she could have-no, she wasn’t going to pity herself anymore than she already had. But as lonely as she’d become since recovering from the lust she’d mistaken as love, she wasn’t going to become a meaningless sex toy. But that fucking video, why had Ransom moaned her name instead of the name of the women he was balls deep inside? She didn’t want to play his games anymore! It was the final straw, maybe it was the crush she’d developed on Lloyd that gave her the strength to finally block him on everything. 

The spiteful bitch that she truly was decided to stick it to Ransom whether he knew it or not. The next time she encountered Lloyd, she’d pulled him into the women's restroom, and pushed him against the door so no one else could enter. Then she dropped to her knees without a word and pulled him out of his pants, chuckling a bit when she realized he’d gone commando today. All of Lloyd’s attempts at speaking disappeared when she licked his tips, thoughts failed him as she took him as deep as she could, even once she gagged upon. She set a ruthless pace of devouring him and all Lloyd could do was bask in the pleasure she was providing him. He nearly closed his eyes but he acted without thinking, opening his eyes and watching her motions, he gently pulled her hair out of her face and held it as a ponytail as she brought him to completion.

It was a big ‘fuck you’ to Ransom he’d never know about but this was what she needed to let her get back out on the dating market. While Lloyd was still lost in the afterglow of his orgasm she cleaned herself up and slipped out the door. Part of her felt guilty for using Lloyd in that way, especially when he cornered her in the elevator the next and returned the favor. 

He knew her schedule and how she could have expected him to just move on from what had happened without addressing it. But no words were spoken as he flipped the switch to halt the elevator and he dropped to his knees this time, pushing her skirt further up her hips and sliding her boring white cotton panties out of his path to get a taste of her himself. At the first sign that she may protest, he grasped her left knee and placed it over his shoulder granting him better access and bringing her pleasure. 

He was only returning the favor, maybe if he kept repeating it he would believe himself. 

“Does this mean you’ve reconsidered?” he asked as he straightened her outfit out and licked the remaining juices off his glistening lips. 

“No, this was fun-”

“And so was yesterday.” he practically purred as he cupped her face in his large hand, her gold pinky ring freezing against her red face. 

“But this won’t be happening again.”

“What if I promised to provide aftercare?” he asked starting the elevator back up now that she’d recovered. 

“You weren’t going to?” she snapped. Even Ransom, as selfish as he was, had taken care of her afterwards. Stop comparing people and things to that asshole! She reminded herself. 

“Come on Dockett, I’m trying.”

“There are plenty of women around here who’d go for no strings attached-” 

“They aren’t you.”

Silence surrounded them as they both considered. If he was being choosy with his partners, Megan thought maybe she could persuade him for more. But it was that same kind of thinking that allowed her to accept Ransom originally. She’d learned from past mistakes, she was going to repeat them. Meanwhile, a weird sense of desperation hit him, it was unfamiliar and unwelcome. He was prepared to blow her off to figure his shit out when the elevator dinged and she made her way from him. Watching her walk away from him, he realized he was already too fucking invested, he’d give her whatever she wanted so long as she wouldn’t walk out of his life.

“Wait!” he jogged after her, a gentle hand on her shoulder stopped them both. “I don’t know how to do the dating bullshit but for you …”

“That’s not all I want.” she spoke softly as if trying not to hurt him. He was giving so much for someone who didn’t want commitment but this was a life choice she couldn’t bend on. 

“But it's a start and that’s more than anyone has ever gotten out of me,” he sighed, becoming more vulnerable than he’d felt in a long time. “I can’t promise you everything but how about one step at a time?”

“And what’s step one?”

“Dinner and fidelity.” When a wide grin broke out of her face, Lloyd knew he’d nailed it. 

“Tomorrow night? I’m sure you already have my number. I’ll spare you and set everything up.” she kissed his cheek and continued on her way to her desk.

Left alone to face the consequences of his decisions, part of him was pissed another part of him-a bigger part of him was determined not to fuck it up.

[valentica]

thank u for tagging @andrew3garfield 😘😘

tagging @billyblackbirdrusso @softtdaisy @yototothelalafell @helenvader @lightfornight

if u would like to show us ❤❤❤