#I really liked it when lucca broke up with him though

[sothischickshe]

Luca and Colin. “ the good fight “ 🙃☺️

Ooooh!!! OK I REALLY enjoyed lucca and Colin TBH!! I dunno that I exactly shipped them but maybe I wouldve if they weren't boning?? 😂

But the main thing to keep me invested would have been to keep Colin on the show

(Send me two characters, and I’ll tell you what the show/movie/book could have done to get me to ship them)

#The good fight #TV #The good wife #I don't know why he was written off actually? #I guess the actor got a new show? #I really liked it when lucca broke up with him though #Everything lucca does is correct TBH #I'm so sad cush is leaving tgf 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #Bring colin back?? #Idk

[weheart-dianelockhart]

The Good Fight Reaction: 4x01

My incomplete (and slightly emotional) thoughts are under the cut. Whew. What an episode. All screenshots are mine. Happy reading.

First of all, what the hell did I just witness? And is it weird that I liked TGF’s version of The Wizard of Oz better than the original? (Not really, I love Wizard of Oz, but you get my drift)

Can I just start out by saying how proud of Diane I am? Talk about character development, and I’ll get into this as we go along, but she has come so far.

The episode overall was just thrilling. I LOVED that Diane remembered everything from Trump’s presidency. I was wondering what headspace they were going to put her in and this was perfect. She could recall certain events and important social and political issues, but she couldn’t seem to put them in order. And for the majority of the episode, I don’t think this bothered her. She was just overjoyed at the thought of Hillary being president. She was feeling her way through this dream as if she were walking through a house of mirrors. Never knowing what was coming next. I laughed out loud so many times and found myself cheering her on as if I were wondering around this new reality with Diane. Marissa accepting her craziness was also a pleasant surprise. She knew something was up with Diane but helped her out and fed her information, nonetheless. The comradery between those two was so refreshing, especially when everyone else seemed to be against Diane. The hilarity of this episode came not only from the absurdity of the circumstances but CB’s insane acting chops. This woman can play anything.

As the episode continued, Diane’s frustration with her situation was building. She’d attempted to implement her knowledge of social and political events into this new reality when she can’t even vouch for how or why she knows all this information. I just wanted to hug her and say “That’s not how this works!” The final straw seemed to come once Zoe began to reprimand her for starting a movement that would supposedly hurt Hillary’s chances for re-election. I almost wish that Lucca had said something about her experience with Weinstein during this part, but I suppose her keeping silent added to the drama.

It took me a while to pinpoint what made Diane suddenly realize she had yet to speak to Kurt since she’d “woken up.” (Thoughts on this??). My creativity has settled on the way Zoe was addressing the MeToo situation. Bare with me, this might be a stretch.

This scene felt extremely reminiscent of the Assholes to Avoid episode in season two where Diane explains “Women aren’t just one thing and you don’t get to determine what we are.” In that reality, she was in control and knew what she wanted. While in this dream, she was not giving the lecture, but was on the receiving end. Her glancing to see what Liz and Adrian were dealing with lined up with the look to the side to see what the two financial advisors were up to in season two. Although, this time, Diane felt powerless and confused, not confident and sure of herself. I adored watching her start to question how all of this got out of hand and trying to piece everything together. Running through her memories and possibly thinking about how everything was different in her dream, she remembered the most crucial part of all of it. Kurt. When the MeToo movement was in question during that episode in season two, he was about to tell her that he wanted them to always be together. He brought clarity back into her life after she had been emotionally drifting for so long. And in this first episode, she is in desperate need of clarity. (Please remember all of this is total speculation and just a little thought I had after watching these scenes for the hundredth time). Here are the scenes for reference.

As her dream begins to unravel, it dawns in her that she doesn’t have that clear perspective. Hence her wondering what happened to Kurt. Little by little, things start adding up in her head (i.e. how did she change clothes, why had she spent the last three days at work, where the heck was Kurt). Everything else that was important 30 seconds ago dissolved into her confusion for why she hasn’t spoken to her husband.

Now this is what really got me. LOOK AT THOSE EYES.

Up until that moment, she was just kind of going along with all the quirkinesses of the new reality, but this is the first time she starts to feel that something isn’t right.

Enter: The Wizard of Oz. Referencing “home” seemed like she was talking about more of a sensation than an actual place. Diane needs to feel understood and safe again, qualities that Kurt provided, but she had yet to feel that durning this dream. I definitely think anxious and confused Diane is my favorite because we are so used to seeing her as the rational one. Also, her anxiety only ever surfaces when she is concerned about someone she loves.

After arguing for a while, it’s sort of heartbreaking to see Diane just give in and say she’ll do whatever Zoe wants. But at the same time, it made me tear up because she was so flustered at the thought of not knowing where Kurt was. She barely even cared about losing her spot at the firm. Even though she couldn’t (or didn’t seem to, at least) remember what happened right before the inauguration, she knew that they had reconciled and that she should have heard from him. Don’t get me wrong, I adored the final McHart scenes, but this is what made me cry. The fact that NOTHING else mattered more to her at that moment than finding Kurt.

Now that is character development. She has chosen work so many times over him and this is the complete opposite of what she would’ve done just a couple seasons ago. She’s all grown up!!!!

Onto the scene in the woods. I could talk about the parallels from the argument scene for DAYS, but I’ll spare you all for now.



I just need a second to dwell on the fact that this is such a beautiful shot...Ok, moving on. A while back I shared my feelings about Chaos in season one and I said how Diane had never looked so frightened than the moment she found Kurt in the hospital. Well, now we have this scene.

To continue with the theme of character development, I nearly screamed when she said that nothing else mattered but the two of them. The fact that she was willing to do whatever it took to keep them together was literally the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.

Sidenote: her voice crack when she called to him in the forest and said she needed his help was pure gold. She had no doubt that he would be able to help her make sense of all of this. She had to get home and he was just the person to help.

I really liked how this whole scene you couldn’t really tell if she knew this was a dream or if she still thought it was reality. But honestly, I don’t think she cared anymore. (Here come the waterworks). I think the most touching part of this whole situation was that she could only remember what happened immediately before Hillary‘s inauguration when she held his hand.

Another side note: her nails aren’t painted!! I just loved this shot of their hands. She has no jewelry on, her nails are bare, and she finally gets to hold his hand. All her armor has been left behind and she is so vulnerable. 

The rest of the scene is so beautiful. She doesn’t even question it when he tells her to come back. She’s known that this reality is not where she needs or wants to be and she just wants to go home, where everything made sense even if it wasn’t perfect. 

The fact that Kurt is the one that helps her recall what happened before the dream makes her fear of losing him that much more powerful. Yep, this is by far the most terrified we’ve seen Diane. As the memory comes back piece by piece, she tries to pull away from him because she knows where it ends: with him lying on the floor next to her, presumably dead. He wants her back so terribly that he won’t let her go, but she can’t fathom living in a world where he isn’t alive. Everything hits her all at once. The fear, the grief, the regret, and the remorse for putting him in danger in the first place.

You bet I was crying right along with her. And her little “oh my God” broke my heart in half. She knew what was coming next. I mean, what else would you expect to happen if you pulled a gun on a swat team.

And then he is the one that lets go. While she thinks he’s dead, I think it is symbolic of him letting her drift back into reality. He has to release her from this dream and she has to release herself, as well. I know that there are not often clear morals in the episodes because the morals are always in question, but this idea of needing to be home is a continuation from the last episode in season three were Diane tells Adrian that love is the only thing they can hold onto. It will always be there, like it or not, ready to help in anyway it can. Even when times are rough, Diane can always look to her husband for grounding. She can always go home.

Well, for those of you still reading, that was a lot longer than I intended it to be. Let me know what you think and if you have any other ideas on any of this. And I can’t be the only one that thinks Kurt was holding her hand in the final shot...

#McHart #diane lockhart #the good fight #musings #im still crying

[braziliancurly]

That's my first FanFiction, hope you enjoy it! I'm not fluent in English, so I'm sorry for my mistakes.

Imigrant (Joe X FemReader)

You’re sitting with your son, at your house's sofa, waiting for your husband to back with the dinner.

- Mom, dad is taking forever!. – He says really annoyed.

-Darling, you need to be a little more pacient! – you reply him gently, trying to calm him down but looking into his light brown eyes you see that he's hungry, and couldn’t wait no longer (just as he's dad). – Dad must be in the way home, arriving soon.

You stand up from the sofa and kiss your son's wavy dark blond hair. You move to the kitchen in order to set the dinners table.

As soon as you finish you hear the door open and you husband asking your son to help him.

-MAMA! Dad's home! – Your baby said coming to the kitchen to put the Coke on the table and then taking a sit.

Your husband just did the same, but with the dinner's bags.

-Dinner!! -The hungry kid finally give a big smile - I thought I'll die before having it!

-What have we already told you about this words ? -Your husband said seriously.

- Sorry, dad.

-Just an expression, Joey. Don’t be mad. -You tried to broke the little heavy atmosphere, while you serve your kid.

-I don’t care, that's not a nice thing to say, or play. Death is not a joke.

Joe is rarely angry, by the way, something really bad need to happen to mad him. You need to know what happened that night, but you wouldn’t ask during the dinner to avoid increase the tension.

You all had dinner in silence, your little boy was ashamed and Joe was serious.

- I've finished. – Carefully said the boy.

-Do you want something more, Lucca? – you asked him.

-No, thanks.

-So put you plate, glass and cutlery to wash and go brush your teeth. Mama will soon be in your room to say good night .

As an angel he did what you told him. When he was far enough for not hearing any sound from the kitchen you decided to talk to Joe.

- Babe, what's wrong? – You tried to be carefully as possible.

-Nothing.

-Joey, please... That’s not you! What happened? You left home so happy and calm, then you back so different. – You stop eating to look him right to his eyes.

He didn’t answer to your question, keeping himself in silence till the last piece of his meal.

-I am full. – He said in a very angry tone.

- Sorry? – You were confuse.

- I can’t stand those immigrants. They're trash! Completely trash. Can’t even prepare na fast food order. It’s so simple. Why do they need to be so dumbass??? – He was furious, his eyes where dark in anger. – They just came here to steal our place! To occupy our kids' school, our hospitals and to be one more eating our food!

You couldn’t recognise him. He'd never say something like that. Special to you! His words were hurting you. You where holding your tears, but kept pretending you're strong. You wanted to see how far he can go...

-Joseph, they just mistaken your order, do you really need to act like that?

-NOT! WAS NOT ONLY THAT! I AM FULL. FUCKING HELL!! THOSE ASSHOLES ALWAYS DO THAT. THEY MISTAKE EVERYTHING, EVERYTIME AND ANYWHERE!!

-Slow down, Joseph Francis Mazzello. – You said seriously and angry, you said his full name to open his eyes to the fact that he’s from an immigrant family.

-SLOW DOWN? SLOW DOWN? – He stand up, punching the table with all his strength. – Those Latins are fucking the country, can’t you see? – He said while he came close to you. He put one of his hands in your cheek, looking you right to your eyes – which probably shows him how disappointed, sad and angry you were about his behaviour. He took some seconds, and said after a deep breath full of frustration: and I also have to deal with an “immigrant rights defender”, I'm definitely fucked.

-No, Joseph, you don’t have to deal with an “immigrant rights defender”, you have to deal with a immigrant wife. Or ex, suit your self.

You left him in the kitchen and went to your room, locked the door already crying.

-How could he say that? – You said to your self. – Has he forgotten who I am?

You cried your heart out till you fall asleep, completely hurt and weak .

Joe was at the kitchen, so furious that he didn’t wanted to follow you when you left. He just punch the wall two or three times before doing the dishes.

-What happened, dad? – The 7 years old asked him, shy and afraid of his dad's reaction. -Mama's crying .

-We had a little row. – Joe winked at Lucca.

-Why is she crying?

-Pregnancy makes women more sensitive, it’s just that. Don’t worry, she'll be fine. -He gave him a kiss on forehead -Now it’s time to good boys go to bed.

- Good night, dad.

-Good night, Lucca. – The boy was leaving the kitchen when Joe remember to say something important – Lucca! – he stopped and look back to his father – Dad loves you!

-So do I, dad!

Joe finished to organise all the kitchen and went to the living room, turning the TV on. He's watching Fast and Furious 5, when a scene reminds him how he met you. It happened on a Holliday, when he was watching a soccer match at Maracan�� Stadium. You were sitting by his side, supporting your team, he got fascinated by you, for his lucky you also appreciated him and accepted his invitation for a beer after the match .

-GODDAMNIT! SHE'S BRAZILIAN – he yelled – Asshole. How could you forget it?

He jumped out the sofa and went to his room, faster as possible. He tried to open the door but it was locked.

-Oh c'mom. -he whispered – Darlin’?. – knocking the door – Darlin’please, open it.

You were sleeping, couldn’t hear him, after some minutes he left your door backing to the living room, he passed in front of Lucca's room and the door was opened, he put his head inside just to check if everything was ok.

Joe layed down on the sofa, without any blanket or pillow. He closed his eyes feeling the cold wind in his light and soft skin.

It was 3 a.m when he felt something warm in his arms, he opened his eyes facing Lucca.

-Oh, sweetheart! Why not in your bed?

- I had a nightmare. I went to your room but it was locked so I down stairs to drink water and found you here, you were cold, dad, then I brought you a blanket.

Joe sat on the sofa with Lucca's blanked on his back and shoulders, he put him in his lap

_ You are the best thing that ever happened to me, you don’t know how your father does love you. You'll only understand when you become a dad too. -Joe was trying not to cry. – I really love you, never forget it . Thank you for being so lovely to me . – He kissed his head while hugging him. Lucca is everything for Joe, he could kill or die for him.

Joseph stand up with his son in arms going to the kid's room. There, he layed him first then layed by his side.

-Let's stay together tonight – He said while covering both with the StarWars blanket.

Lucca quickly felt asleep, and Joe took the opportunity to appreciate his son, he's Joseph's spitting image, even though his hair is a mix of Joe straight hair and (Y/N) dark brown curls.

- You're so perfect, Lucca. -He whispered while lovely stroking his hair. -Can't believe I made you. Please stop growing up so fast. – Joe felt asleep thinking about how could his father be pleased to meet Lucca.

You woke up at 7 a.m, your eyes and face were swollen. You were feeling bad, still hurt by Joe’s behaviour and words. You started to cry again, but in silence.

It was 7:45 when you got strong enough to go to the bathroom to pee and wash your face. You also felt a little bit sick and no longer you vomit all your dinner.

- Oh shit! – you complained.

You brush your teeth and left your bedroom. In the hallway you saw Lucca's door open, so you cold see Joe and Lucca sleeping together. You got closer to them, carefully enough to not make noise. They were in a kind hug, Lucca’s head was in Joe’s chest, the scene melt your heart. You placed your hand in your belly, were baby 2 was, with a smile in your face you left the room.

You decided not to have breakfast, but had to prepare Lucca’s pancakes. Definitely pancakes are the boys' favourite breakfast, but you only prepared it for the younger one.

Chilling at the swimming pool area you hear some laughs coming from the stairs. You took a look inside your house and saw Joe playing airplane with Lucca. They were getting closer to you but don’t want to talk to Joe, so you pretend to be watching videos on you cellphone.

-MAMAAA!! – Lucca said in Joe’s arms

-Ooooh – You answer your inside joke. Joe cuddle putting the boy on the floor again. Lucca hugs you – Had a good night? – You asked pulling him to your lap.

-I had a nightmare, but dad helped me. -he said while you were playing with his dark blond waves and small curls.

You kissed his cheek making he smile, Joe noticed that you don’t want to talk to him, but still stand close to where you were .

- There’re pancakes waiting for you, Lucca.

-Yeahh! – He jumped out your lap, - We love it! – Lucca said holding Joe’s hand pulling him to the kitchen. You follow them, and served Lucca just after he sat .

While you were filling the boy’s glass with juice, Joe was looking to you, waiting for something, he was a bit ashamed, but said nothing. When you finish you left the kitchen.

Lucca stop his meal and pick a plate to Joe, sharing one of his two pancakes with dad.

-Now we are the same! – He said happily, Joe felt something hard in his throat, but made a huge effort to smile .

-Thanks, dude.

They had their pancakes, Lucca go cicle in the yard and Joe started looking for you.

-There you are. – he said, trying to sound nice. - Guess we need to talk.

You were ironing some of your baby’s clothes. You didn’t stop to look at Joe, you just ignore him.

-Ok, this way is harder, but you leave me no choices... -You asked God to shut up him – Yesterday was a horrible day, 15 years since my dad left me. – he stop a little, facing the floor. “God, please” you prayed. – I was trying hard to be happy and forget about it, but at night, I was hungry, and the attendants from the restaurant annoyed me, I couldn’t control myself. I am so ashmed. That wasn’t me. I swear. – He was looking to you, waiting any reaction. – Please, look at me, lets talk about it, I wanna apologize, look me in the eyes, please. I hate this. It’s so bad for me, for Lucca and for our baby. Please, look at me, let me explain myself?

You stoped, turned the iron off and looked at him. He was so handsome, his sad face, rose cheek, red lips, not brushed hair, you really want to kiss him and say “its fine”.

-Better, thank you. -He said a little sarcastic when you looked into his eyes- (Y/N) I am so sorry, my blood boiled yesterday I couldn’t think straight. Sorry for everything you've heard, you didn’t deserve. You know, I’m also imigrant.. – You rolled your eyes – Sorry. I love you. I do really love you. Everything you do is great, look at our family, we’re so blessed. I'm the most blessed man in the world, I have my Brazilian wife, our son, baby two comming, both healthy and loved. I couldn’t ask for more. Please forgive me. – He said in a shocked voice – Can’t live without your smile, hug and love, I... -You stopped him

- I forgive you. – You said emotionlessly although you were dieing inside. You noticed that your cold-reply made him a little more sad. -Is this all? -Your voice was chocked too.

A tear stream down Joe’s face before he come closer to you. He placed his hands on your waist, making you shiver, he gave you a sweet kiss in your forehead.

- (Y/N) Eu te amo. – You felt few tears falling from his eyes on your skin. He gave you one more forehead kiss. - Você ser meu vida. – Joe’s Portuguese was kinda wrong, but you didn’t mind, you couldn’t hold your tears anymore. -Eu te amo.

-Joey, eu também te amo. – You answer, kissing his lips passionately. Both were crying. Joe's hands grip you firm and yours were in his neck and hair. But no longer you had to stop kissing when Lucca arrive.

-Jesus! – Your son's hands were covering his eyes. Joe blush and cuddle. You felt your face heat but tried to play it cool.

-We've finished – Joe said rolling his eyes in a funny way. Your son discovered his eyes -Come here - Joe called him for a hug. Lucca pulled into his dad's arms, and you 3 hug together.

-Thank you, Lord, I’m so blessed! – Joe whispered during the hug. You look at his eyes and saw a little happy tear raising. You smile and also thank God for your family.

#JoeMazzello #JosephMazzello #bohap #Bohemian Rhapsody #Bohapfanfic #queen #queenfanclub #queen band #remi malek #gwilym lee #ben hardy #john deacon #john deaky #roger taylor #Freddie Mercury #brian may

[callmeweeeh]

Lucca’s eyes were fixed on the flashing screen of their phone, as their fingers typed in five letters and hit send. Sorry, the sign them and Mika had agreed on if one of them should get caught. And Julius Said - Character introduction 04: Mika Age: unknown Gender: nonbinary/they/them Species: Fae ~excerpt~

The streets always got emptier when dawn broke into the city even though the lights of the restaurants could have nearly replaced the sun. Lucca entered one of the buildings on the side of the street, walking straight up to a chair where an old man was sitting. “Oh, why did you have to choose such terrible clothing?” The old man lifted his head up to them, his glasses reflecting the face of a young woman. “Nice to see you too.” “Do I hear sarcasm here?” “I only didn’t expect to see you in one piece, let alone to see you jump around in the streets in such careless manner.” Lucca directed their eyes towards the man’s neck, “It may not be yours entirely but it surely hurts as hell to have your neck strangled with such an ugly tie.” The man had to laugh, Mika had become really good at mimicking humans. “No need to get so offensive.” A waiter poured red liquid into Mika’s glass before they ordered a second one for Lucca, who then had to curve their lips and ask the slim man to bring them water instead. “So you’re still not drinking? It makes life much more fun, maybe it could even help in your case.” “Shut up already.” “Anything new on your end?” The waiter came again, leaving another glass on the table. “Well,” Mika revealed a small black box and played with it in their hands for a while, “I’ve only held a gun to the head of one of the city’s mightiest men to get this for you.” Then they’ve let it slide over the table into Lucca’s hands. “The code?” Mika gave them an offended look and Lucca hated that they also used human expressions while communicating with them. “Claire de Lune. The song his daughter plays for him on the piano in their living room every night when he comes home from work.” “And he won’t have it changed until tonight?” “Oh, I’ve also left him unconscious in his office where he will sleep until morning. That will also be on the bill.” Since Mika seemed to have a liking for human expressions, Lucca flashed them a smile. “Then I’m glad you’re the pain in my back since I can think and therefore will grant me some time to sacrifice you one or two children.” @semblanche @marewriteblr

#julius #my writing #callmeweeeh #not my images

[florrickandassociates]

TGF Thoughts: 3x04-- The One With Lucca Becoming a Meme

Under the cut! 3x05 coming... sometime. 

The One with Lucca Becoming a Meme is one of the most complex, layered, reflective, and thoughtful episodes this show’s ever done… and I don’t think I’ll have that much to say about it. Sure, there’s a lot to think about, but I don’t have answers-- and I don’t have much to add to the conversation that hasn’t already been said. I don’t think my perspective on most of the issues this episode raises is going to be very interesting!

It’s still storming in Chicago. TONE SETTING!

Maia’s in with the partners, explaining her actions and her arrest. The charges are under review. Maia denies having a drug problem (she sounds surprised Julius would even ask) and says the drugs were “foisted upon me by Roland Blum.” “Foisted, but not planted,” a partner points out. Maia doesn’t try to argue the point, which leads me to believe that after Blum gave her drugs and warned her that if she turned on him, he would have the police search her car, she decided to knowingly piss him off and kept the illegal drugs in her car. Maybe she doesn’t have a drug problem but my goodness that’s a big common sense problem.

She says she accepted the drugs from Blum because “the standard playbook goes out the window.” Fair. Why’d she keep ‘em, though?

Speaking of things going through windows, the next subject is the laptop Maia threw! Adrian admits that everyone loses their temper sometimes. Maia, interrupting, insists she didn’t lose her temper. Yes. The way to show you didn’t lose your temper is to not even let a name partner finish his sentence in defense of you. Also, I feel like she DID lose her temper in that scene. “I had to let him know I wasn’t intimidated,” she explains.

“There may be better ways of doing that,” Diane chimes in. Maia agrees, and so do I. Maia breaking that window may show she’s unpredictable, but it also shows a lack of self-control and ability to direct her anger. Maybe to Blum it shows that she’s not intimidated, but to me it shows that she so badly wants to be seen as a badass that her judgement (along with the standard playbook and that laptop) goes out the window.

Anyway, Maia apologizes for breaking company property and offers to pay to replace it-- the right, mature move.

After Maia leaves the room, the partners are divided on what to do. Some want to fire her since they fired someone else for a similar offense (he was using, though) and others think Maia’s charge isn’t as bad so she should be suspended. Shock of all shocks, Diane is in favor of suspension.

Diane points out that Maia doesn’t have any other issues, and Julius mentions her arrest at the end of season 1. That’s not fair. Being privileged enough to believe your foundation is “helping Africa” or whatever is ignorant but it’s not criminal, and that’s really all she was guilty of then.

The partners are going to vote on Maia’s fate in four days. In the meantime, Diane is attempting to bring Liz to what I can no longer call the #WhiteLadyResistance.

Diane goes to visit Maia in her newly-windowless office and jokes about closing the door. Wait wait wait, Maia still has that office? Her case is over and SHE BROKE THE OFFICE.

“Am I fucked?” Maia starts off the conversation. “Wow, Maia, all grown up. No, Maia, you are not fucked,” Diane replies. What a professional way to start a conversation.

Maia will have to be drug tested. She sounds surprised.

Maia apologizes to Diane and Diane doesn’t accept it. She says, correctly, “you should’ve had some supervision with Blum.” 100% agree. I said it in an earlier post but I’ll say it again here: this is the only argument I can see for why Maia should keep her job, for why an exception to the drug arrest policy should be made. Maia was not capable of handling this case on her own-- even before Blum showed up I thought she seemed to be doing a bad job-- and it is the partners’ job to be aware of that. Would every associate have accepted the drugs? Highly, highly doubt it. Is it clearly Maia’s fault that she gave into pressure when she had no support or supervision? I don’t think so. If Maia is underperforrming (and I think she is, though it’s not clear whether or not the show thinks she is) then the partners need to understand what projects to staff her on and what projects she can’t handle. There should be a clear process for discussing case strategy, for reporting new developments in a case like working with Blum, or for partners looking out for foreseeable issues like having a co-defendant represented by a deranged addict. A large part of this mess is bad management. That doesn’t excuse Maia’s terrible judgement, but she never should’ve been put in this position.

Maia and Diane have no clue what’s up with Julius and Marissa. What’s happening is that Marissa’s giving Julius good advice. That’s about it; don’t have much else to say except that I laughed at Marissa saying “twelve kids” when she knows he has six.

#WhiteLadyResistance now has at least two black women in it, so I’m going to just have to call it #Resistance. I could still call it #LadyResistance but I don’t think that works. Anyway, does anyone find it odd that Diane is totally on board with a group assembled by a con artist? I guess she did fall for it too…

#Resistance wants to go after Not!TaylorSwift, who just so happens to be a client of RBL.

Without Diane’s presence, #Resistance went through her client list. Does that mean she turned over her client list to this group!?

Maia phones Lucca (who is off of work) to ask about her drug test troubles. She wants to know about false positives in drug tests. She just expects Lucca to have the answers (and Lucca does, because Lucca’s great).

An obnoxious white lady overhears Lucca discussing drug tests and decides it’s her place to judge Lucca’s skills as a nanny (it doesn’t occur to her that Lucca could be Joseph’s mother). This lady is terrible: she can’t take a joke (and Lucca makes some really funny ones in this scene!) or even consider for a second she could be wrong.

Obnoxious white lady calls the police on Lucca because Lucca… exists. Awful and, sadly, realistic. I’m glad TGF took on this plotline.

Credits!

Republican leadership thinks Julius is a strong candidate but they don’t want him working with Eli Gold’s daughter. Don’t think I have that much to say about this plot. It’s fun that Marissa gets to do her dad’s job, it’s nice that Julius gets a plot of his own, it’s understandable that Marissa thinks Julius is the lesser of two evils if she knows there’s going to be a Republican judge. That’s… all I got.

The next day at work, Lucca begins to get anonymous hate emails. Maia, wearing another one of her strange outfits (this one looks like she’s wearing a blouse under a sweater, except part of the blouse is a scarf and the sleeves of the sweater are too short), comes into Lucca’s office and asks for more advice on drug testing. The internet wasn’t clear, but Lucca is an expert on drug testing apparently.

Maia hears the incessant email notifications Lucca’s getting and reads a few messages. “Woah. Those are the kind of emails I usually get,” Maia replies. This is maybe my favorite Maia line yet? Shows self-awareness and shows that she’s strong enough to deal with the harassment while still reminding the viewer it’s something Maia has to deal with on a daily basis.

Maia drops the pretenses: she actually used Blum’s fentanyl lollipop. She. Tried. It. It was her first time doing drugs, but she still did it. On her own time. Yikes. Idk if I think experimenting with drugs once is enough to warrant firing, but it is highly illegal and… Maia knows that shit’s illegal and addictive as fuck. She also knows that Blum is unstable and should’ve been able to see enough steps ahead (even without his warning) that he could accuse her of being an addict.

How the HELL did Maia manage to delay a drug test? If drugs can leave your system and she’s given warning of a test, then of course more time is better for her. They would test her immediately if they tested her at all.

Lucca answers a call and gets sworn at. She answers a second call and it’s the Washington Post asking for a comment on the Mothering While Black video. Seems that someone (many someones) recorded Obnoxious Lady confronting Lucca and it’s gone viral.

“Congratulations, you’re a meme,” Marissa informs Lucca. Is that what a meme is? Just anything that goes viral? That is not how I use that word.

Everyone at the firm is watching the video. Diane and Liz only look up from the video to follow Not!TaylorSwift into Adrian’s office. She’s been photoshopped into looking like a tiki torch Nazi and she’s not happy about it. But she refuses to denounce Nazis because that’s too political. Get the fuck outta here!

How the FUCK did she write a song about Carl Reddick that got mistaken for a KKK anthem???? I want to read the lyrics.

NotTaylor and her manager are idiots who think suing her fansite is the way out of this. Diane, Liz, and Adrian immediately point out that this is… ill-advised.

Also the photoshopped pic is coming from #Resistance so why did they really need NotTaylor to be Diane’s client? Everything Diane says to NotTaylor is something that any good lawyer or PR person would say, and I feel like NotTaylor is only Diane’s client to make the plot more engaging and resonant.

Why is NotTaylor even RBL’s client? She wouldn’t likely be based in Chicago and if she’s so big on being apolitical, RBL is a bizarre choice of a firm.

NotTaylor’s speech about music not being political is nonsense, garbage, incorrect, etc. Oh no! Art might be political! To my mind, art is INHERENTLY political.

It’s time for another TGF short, and this one kind of loses me. It’s not really explaining anything and the only people who will understand it are… the ones who don’t need an explainer. Meh. The animation’s fun, as always.

The partners want Lucca to have security (Jay) and Lucca wants to forget this ever happened. As the partners explain their case (with an assist from Marissa), Lucca realizes that all of the black people in the room know the names of the black police brutality victims, and none of the white people know them by name. It’s a good point.

Diane insists it’s not true, but Lucca gives an example and none of the white people can answer. Shows what they actually pay attention to-- all of them would claim to care, but none of them know the names.

One quibble: Laquan McDonald is not the example the writers should’ve gone with here, just because these are lawyers in Chicago who worked at a firm that regularly handles police brutality cases while a police brutality case that drew nationwide attention was in the Chicago courts. They would ALL know his name for that reason alone. (Lucca’s point, of course, still stands.)

Everyone’s shaken by Lucca’s observation, including her friend Marissa. Marissa confronts Lucca and asks “do you think I’m racist?” Really, Marissa? You know better than to say that. Also, yes. You asked that question. So, yeah, a little bit.

“My grandparents went to Selma,” Marissa points out. Stop digging yourself a hole, Marissa. Lucca’s not attacking you personally. Being called out is not the worst thing in the world. If you don’t like that she’s right, then do what Diane does and fucking SAY THEIR NAMES instead of being upset that someone might think you’re racist.

Lucca points out that her white colleagues don’t bother learning the names of black victims and Marissa’s response is to worry that she’s being seen as racist, not to worry that racism exists or that people have died because of the color of their skin. Ugh. I expected better from her. It can’t feel great to be told you’re not as woke as you thought you were but even still.

Diane handles this SUPER well, googling the names of victims and saying them out loud. She, unlike Marissa, understands that Lucca’s right.

Adrian and Liz talk about Lucca’s comment, too. Adrian says he’s “accepted that there’s a certain amount of bias in my life no matter what, and I’m just looking for some everyday kindness and respect.” Liz pushes back, wondering what it means if white colleagues are kind to them in good times but would “break off into their own tribes” in bad times. Adrian’s response is to worry about the racists he can see, not the racists he can’t see.

Lots of highly visible racists are flooding Lucca’s inbox, still. Julius swings by and asks Lucca to talk to a new crop of associates because “they need to hear from a fourth-year.” Is Lucca both a fourth-year associate and the head of matrimonial law? I feel like she doesn’t need the fourth-year title anymore.

Lucca notices-- and comments-- on the racial makeup of the new crop of associates. They’re mostly white.

It’s time for Maia’s drug test, and what does she do? Fake it with Marissa’s help. There’s someone else in the bathroom, another lawyer, and it’s unclear to me if this is to up the stakes and make Maia worry that it’s Jay or if it’s a seed planted for later.

Jay’s driving Lucca home. Lucca still thinks it’s silly; Jay doesn’t. Lucca shares her observation that the new associates are mostly white with Jay. He’s surprised she noticed, which strikes me as odd. First, I was under the impression that Diane, Marissa, and Maia were the only white people employed at the firm, so I feel like just about anyone would take note if a new batch of hires were majority white. Second, Lucca NOTICING doesn’t seem weird or new to me. Lucca VOCALIZING her observation is new.

Then Jay mentions there’s a pay gap. The best offices and salaries go to the new white employees. Jay doesn’t want to say more, but Lucca insists. She asks for the data so she can decide whether or not she’ll help.

The way Jay explains it in this scene makes a lot of sense-- not sense as in it makes sense the white people are making more (that doesn’t make sense, of course) but sense as in it answers my questions. It sounds like it’s only recently that they’ve started hiring lots of white people, and it’s those white people (not ones who were promoted from within the company) getting the best offices and best pay. That’s consistent with what Adrian will say later about the market.

“You fire that bullet, it will start a war,” Jay warns.

#Resistance is-- obviously-- responsible for the alt-right embracing NotTaylor. One member of #Resistance even goes so far as to insult Diane’s skills as a lawyer.

Jay has the salary information for Lucca in the morning. Most incoming senior associates are white, most junior associates are black and have lower pay. Oh, and Marissia got a large raise (large enough that she’s being paid as much as Jay is, even though Jay’s got several more years of experience). Lucca worries Marissa will get dragged into this and tries to back out, but now Jay’s even more pissed.

“Look. This isn’t just about money. This is about value. And I don’t know why my contribution is valued less,” Jay explains. That’s the crucial thing, I think, when discussing salary.

“It’s not. And it would be good to not attach it to individuals,” Lucca suggests. How can she know that, though? I know she just wants Jay to stop, but it’s a valid point. Is Marissa outpacing Jay? And if not, why is she making more money? (Just to note: I think that if Marissa is doing better, faster work than Jay, she absolutely should make as much/more than him, as long as he’s making enough to live comfortably on and her work is better even after you control for stuff like Marissa getting more assignments from white associates.)

Frank Landau comes to scream at Marissa. I wish it were Eli, but he’s in Albania.

Anyway, Marissa explains why she’s helping Julius, and it’s for very pragmatic reasons: the seat’s going to go red no matter what, and she’d rather it be Julius’s than a “creepy drunk frat boy.” Fair.

NotTaylor comes back and, shocker, suing her own fansite was a bad idea. Now she wants to issue a statement… about “love.” And unity. It’s… nah.

Jay goes to just Adrian and Liz about his salary concerns.

“It’s a mistake to equate salary with value,” Liz explains. Is it, though? Especially when it’s relative to another employee doing the same job? How else are you going to figure out how much you’re valued? And if you’re so valued, why aren’t you making more money? You’re valued, just not enough to be paid more.

Adrian says the partners won’t discuss financial decisions. Feel like there’s probably a better policy than that, but I see why they wouldn’t want to open that can of worms. Like, being aggressive towards an employee who somehow got his hands on confidential salary information is… not a good look.

Jay asks if it’s because Marissa’s white and Adrian swears at him. Adrian, you’re a name partner, YOU FUCKING KNOW BETTER.

Liz wants to know why they’re paying Marissa as much as Jay. Adrian says Julius suggested giving Marissa a nice raise last week. I hope he’s also paying her independently for her consultation because it would be really horrible of him to get his company to pay her more for work she’s doing just for him… (It sounds like this could be in addition to the consultations she’s doing; he’s just seen how much value she adds for the company.)

“This company keeps working because we don’t look at certain things, we don’t pick at certain scabs. We pay people more who we think we’re losing, we pay people less who we know are not going anywhere. Nothing to do with Marissa. It’s capitalism, Liz,” Adrian explains to his fellow managing partner. Liz understands this, but she also understands that (much like “pure meritocracy”) this idea in practice is often racist.

She, I would assume correctly, points out that the white people are more likely to leave their firm than the black people. “Hell yeah,” Adrian agrees. “What, you thought I’d say no? The ugly truth, Liz: Women are valued less than men because we think the men can leave us for better paying jobs. And black people are valued less than white people because we think the white people can leave us for better paying jobs. I hate it. But that’s the reality and that’s what I have to deal with. If we don’t keep this place afloat, no one survives.” I don’t manage a business and I have no idea what RBL’s margins are, but I buy this as an explanation-- not an excuse.

If RBL valued paying employees equal pay for equal work even if that meant having smaller offices or less pay for themselves or fewer employees, I’m sure they could find some compromise that would allow them to be equitable and profitable. Or, at least, they could strive to find one. Just saying, “but capitalism!” isn’t as much of an excuse as Adrian thinks it is. He’s just reinforcing the system.

Even though Adrian’s decided he’s the only partner responsible for planning for his firm’s future (seriously though, why is he always explaining his strategies to Liz and Diane), I don’t mean to say he alone should be working to end the pay gap. All I’m saying is that if everyone accepts that the system is the system and doesn’t work to change it, the system’s going to stay in place longer. If Adrian declines to take advantage of the opportunity he has to make a change, I’m not going to drag him for it-- he has many competing priorities and it’s gotta be very hard to balance the budget when you pay more than the market rate but can get away with paying less. But I certainly am going to say that Adrian is CHOOSING to reinforce the system. He has his reasons, but he has enough power that he could at least TRY not to be part of the problem.

(Also it seems like Adrian is actively hiring white associates for more $$, thus reinforcing the idea that they are worth more and have options.)

Liz points out that while she understands where he’s coming from, if this gets out, people are going to be angry. She’s right.

Jay, in fact, is angry and he’s sending the salary information to the rest of the firm so they can be angry too. Lucca warns him against it, but he knows he’s starting a war.

Julius insists on having Marissa as his campaign manager, which is a terrible idea I’m certain Marissa would’ve advised against. His meeting doesn’t go well.

Man do I wish we could see the salary information for any of the main characters, particularly Maia. I’d like to know how she compares to the other third-years.

Jay joins a group of black associates in a conference room. Everyone takes turns expressing their concerns over the types of cases the firm’s taking (more ChumHum, less police brutality), Maia getting an office, white associates choosing Marissa over Jay, etc.

Maia cluelessly interrupts this meeting, looking for Marissa. Not a good look.

NotTaylor is back. Now the alt-right is going after her trans sister and NotTaylor is in tears. And she’s ready to denounce the alt-right.

Liz and Diane confront #Resistance about it and #Resistance eagerly claims responsibility. Duh. Diane acts stunned they’d be willing to hurt someone for political gain, completely forgetting that she sicced the press on Tara in hopes of destroying 45 just weeks ago.

“Salaries are driven by seniority, Lucca,” Adrian explains in a meeting about salary concerns. First, his tone is going to solve nothing. Second, what does this mean? That if a white associate comes in as a fourth-year he’ll make the same as Lucca, even though Lucca’s a fourth-year good enough to run a department? Seems wrong.

Another big complaint: Maia’s new office and her drug arrest. Everyone except Adrian thinks it’s about race. Maia is absolutely getting the benefit of the doubt a black associate would never get, regardless of whether or not her offense was actually lesser than Alan North (the last associate fired for drug use). After all, for all we know, he could’ve used drugs once and gotten caught too.

Diane isn’t as hypocritical as I made her out to be above. She and Liz both decide to stick with #Resistance because it’s effective.

WHY IS THE SCENE WHERE THE PARTNERS DECIDE MAIA’S FATE SHOT ON SHAKYCAM, THIS IS A BAD CHOICE. (This director is the one I complained about in 621 and he otherwise did a fine job with this episode, but the shaky cam is really bad.)

Diane really tries to defend Maia, but it doesn’t work: the pay gap controversy tips the votes against Maia (Liz is the deciding vote), and she’s fired.

I wrote a post earlier this week about whether or not I think firing Maia is justified, so I won’t write it out again, but to summarize my thoughts in one word: Yes.

There’s a song by The Wild Reeds playing over the scene where Diane tells Maia she’s been fired and I am very proud of myself for recognizing the artist.

Lucca watches through the window-wall as Diane delivers the news to Maia. You know what this (and, tbh, every?) episode could’ve used more of? LUCCA! QUINN! One the pay gap war starts, we don’t hear about the viral video again, and we should’ve. The experience made Lucca more interested in taking a stand at work… anything else? Is that it?

I like that we get to see Diane walk into Maia’s office, greet her, and deliver the news. It would’ve been easy to just imply it, but it adds a lot to see the firing actually take place. It’s clear how hard this is on Diane-- Maia is her goddaughter, after all-- and showing the whole sequence makes Maia’s firing feel more consequential.

Also, THERE WAS NO ROLAND BLUM THIS EPISODE AND FOR THAT I AM GRATEFUL.

#the good fight #tgfthoughts

[mindsmade]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost,  don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.  alicia florrick PRONUNCIATION.   ah-lee-sha flor-rick NICKNAME. saint alicia GENDER.   cis female HEIGHT.  1.68 metres  AGE. ranges from 42 to 49 in the show ZODIAC.  virgo SPOKEN LANGUAGES. english, basic latin and greek ( mainly law-related ) and some basic french

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. brown with a slight maroon shine to it EYE COLOR.  hazel SKIN TONE.  peachy? BODY TYPE.  quite sinewy, especially after she passes the age of 50 ACCENT.  'inland northern american english’ according to wikipedia, lmao VOICE.  url ( i’m still laughin about it djsfiosj ) DOMINANT HAND. left! POSTURE.  it changes throughout the series, mainly in the season. she goes from appearing to want to be ‘small’ to standing upright. after a while, you won’t catch her slouching even in her time off. her shoulders are pulled back and her chin’s slightly raised when around others.  SCARS.  ehhh, nothing too visible. perhaps a random scrap here and there or a leftover smallpox vaccine scar ( img ). TATTOOS.  — BIRTHMARKS. — MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).  her generally formal but simple style of dress / dark hair/eyebrows/eyes on pale skin.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Chicago, Illinois.  HOMETOWN.  ^ BIRTH WEIGHT. ? BIRTH HEIGHT.  ? MANNER OF BIRTH.  natural FIRST WORDS.  uhhh ... ‘dink’ maybe. like ‘drink’ lmao SIBLINGS.  owen cavanaugh ( younger brother ) PARENTS.  veronica loy and roger cavanaugh PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT.  o boy, lol. neither of her parents afforded alicia much emotional involvement. her father especially was simply never given the chance to ( i’m assuming he wasn’t even present or if he was, not to a great extent ), whereas her mother just ... apparently had ‘more important’ things to do than bonding with her children and raising them? 🙃

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.  Attorney at law / Cook County state's attorney for like a hot second  CURRENT RESIDENCE.  a 4 bedroom apartment in downtown chicago. CLOSE FRIENDS.  kalinda sharma, lucca quinn, diane lockhart, cary agos.  RELATIONSHIP STATUS.  aka the crux of the show? A Mess. until the very end of the series, she’s married to peter florrick ( cook county’s state’s attorney / governor of illinois ). they unofficially separate, agreeing only to keep up appearances to support his political ambitions with the falsehood of their ‘thriving marriage’. in the meantime, alicia becomes involved with a few men to various extents, most prominently will gardner and later on jason crouse, whom ( according to the writers ) she ends up with after the show. for the sake of rping, i’m sticking with her marriage to peter as written, but an affair isn’t off the table. FINANCIAL STATUS.  generally quite well off — but there are times in which she struggles to get by. she’s never shown to be completely ‘broke’, though DRIVER’S LICENSE. yes CRIMINAL RECORD.  no — but some people sure fuckin wish they would’ve been able to get her one LMAO VICES.  increases throughout the seasons as she evolves from a victim to a victimiser: infidelity ( though, lbr, peter started it and they did agree before long that their marriage was only a formality/a front ); alcoholism ( especially after will’s death ); does absolute ruthlessness count? because it’s a Big Thing around season 6 / 7.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. portrayed as heterosexual but ... i’m leaning into bisexuality here tbh ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. heteroromantic? but the above might go here as well 👈🏼😌👈🏼 PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.  submissive |  dominant | switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.  submissive  |  dominant  |  switch. LIBIDO.   varies ( with her use of sex as a coping mechanism, it increases when times are hard ) TURN ON’S.  intelligence, courage, cunning, dedication, a good argument, tailored suits tbh TURN OFF’S. hypocrisy, idleness, disloyalty, dishonesty LOVE LANGUAGE.   alicia will include you in activities that matter to her ( not peter’s stupid grand events, but rather a fun though lowkey night out at her favourite bar, for instance ); she’ll pop into your office or give you a call between cases to check in on you; she’ll gently grab your hand and give it a soft squeeze, or brush a lost strand of hair out of your face; she’ll argue with you about things that are important to her; and if you’ve really gotten under her skin, she’ll let you see her vulnerable, see her cry and crumble and seek out your shoulder to lean on. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.  she craves emotional involvement and yet she avoids it before she’ll go back on her decision and chase it instead. she’s generally very emotionally withdrawn and that paints her relationships, platonic and romantic alike. nevertheless, she often realises she’s begun caring for someone only when it’s too late to withdraw without grieving a loss. emotional involvement therefore often catches her off-guard. only with jason was it a fairly conscious choice to drop the ‘i just want your body’ attitude in favour of chasing him for his mind and heart, too. either way, once you’re in her heart, she’ll fight tooth and nail for you — until you cross her. then she’ll drop you like a hot potato with no thought for forgiveness. that doesn’t mean it’s impossible for her to forgive, however. it just takes a while for her to get there under the gentle pressure of someone who perseveres despite her circumstantial iciness.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.  no one’s more happy than you ( url ) HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.  drinking wine, reading, later on she even starts gaming ( a true halo hero — thanks @ marissa gold, ur a real pal ). MENTAL ILLNESSES. alcohol use disorder ( alcoholism ) PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. — LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.  this is too deeply rooted in pop psychology for a psych major to entertain, man FEARS.  in the end, i think it all boils down to a loss of self / sight of herself. as she progresses up the social and professional ladder, this fear does come true: she didn’t realise she’d become the very thing she was once beaten down by until diane confronted her with it through a single slap to her face.   anyway, on a less profound level? she doesn’t fear failure per se, but she does despise it. a fear of negative change is another. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.  rather high. she has her moments of self-doubt, of course, but her self-confidence isn’t easily undermined. VULNERABILITIES.  her loyalty to peter; her loyalty to the firm ( mainly will and diane ); her love for her children; her growing craving for alcohol, if you think about it; last but not least, her own ambition

TAGGED BY:  @afraidofchange ( thank you!! ) TAGGING: @viindicia ( lucca or liz ) / @multimentium ( nix ) / @sheoccult / @aglaecan ( jack ) / honestly it’s massive lmao so whoever has the energy to do this ... DO IT

#❛ about / alicia florrick. #long post // #fuck me this is long jgoisdjfs

[no-birdstofly]

"Wait, my hero’s secret identity is… you? To be honest, I’d always kind of hoped…" for either jonjontommy or ronanjon, author's choice.

When Jon calls (literally calls, like on the phone) Lovett to come across the street and kill a spider for him, the last thing he expects is to get bitten by it. The rest of it, Leo sniffing around inquisitively, Jon standing on a chair as far away as possible and cowering, that he all saw coming, but what the hell, he’s never been bitten by a spider in his life. He’d planned to capture it and take it outside, do the right thing or whatever, but fuck that. He squashes it ruthlessly and accepts Jon’s exaltation of his bravery, even letting Jon clean and bandage his war wound.

“This doesn’t look good,” Jon says, snapping a photo before he plasters no fewer than three band-aids over the bite.

He must forward it to Tommy, because Lovett gets a text later that night that reads, If that starts to swell you need to go to the doctor. Don’t want this to be like when you almost lost a leg all over again.

Ha ha, Lovett sends back, trusting the spacing to convey his sarcasm.

You could’ve lived without the leg, but I don’t see you doing well without your right hand. Tommy sends it fast enough that Lovett knows he’s been planning on making that joke the entire time.

But Tommy, he replies, that’s what YOUR hand is for. He tacks on a winky face, even though he hates emojis on principle. It’s worth it for how red he can imagine Tommy’s face turns while reading the message.

The bite doesn’t get bigger at all. Rather, it heals remarkably fast, and it’s just a pinprick the next day.

“Huh,” Jon says, turning Lovett’s hand this way and that like it holds the world’s most boring magic eye picture instead of a tiny, insignificant mark. “I thought it was way worse yesterday.”

Lovett shrugs. “Who can blame you, you were busy being terrified of a tiny–”

“It was not tiny,” Jon says hotly.

“What wasn’t tiny?” Tommy asks, strolling into the office with Lucca.

“The spider I gallantly killed for Jon.”

“That’s not surprising,” Tommy says. “We used to get these giant centipedes in Chicago. One time one was on top of the shower drain, and Jon didn’t realize and reached down–”

“Okay!” Jon says brightly, despite the fact that Lovett saw his entire body shudder two seconds ago. “I’m getting coffee. Both of you shut the fuck up by the time I’m back.”

He leaves before either of them can place their own orders, because they’re both busy laughing at his expense.

Tommy’s concerned over how fast the bite has healed, and he presses Lovett to tell him if anything “weird” happens.

“Weird?”

“Just–seriously, anything,” Tommy says, squeezing Lovett’s shoulder and looking ridiculously imploring.

That night, when Lovett idly tosses a tennis ball for Pundit and it sails some five houses away followed by the sound of glass shattering, he calls Tommy.

“I was afraid this would happen,” Tommy says.

“What the fuck? What if they know I did it? Should I go over and tell them? How would I explain it, though? ‘Hi, sorry, apparently I can actually throw all of the sudden and broke your window.’ Thank god I never did that breed test kit so Pundit’s not in the system. Do cops test for dog DNA?”

“Why would you do a test for what breed she is? You got her from a breeder.”

“Yeah, but who knows! I don’t want to be depriving her of, like, her innate herding instincts.”

Tommy’s quiet for a long moment, and Lovett knows he’s trying to avoid saying something about how lazy his dog is. He appreciates it, even if it makes him want to defend her anyway. He thinks back over what Tommy said.

“Wait, why were you afraid of this happening? What do you know?�� he demands.

Tommy sighs. “Can you do me a favor? Try to pick up something really heavy.”

Lovett grumbles but goes into his bedroom and tries to lift his bed dutifully. It comes right off the floor, so fast it knocks into the wall, leaving a dent and nearly breaking one of the windows. He really needs to not be around glass right now. He gives Tommy the news, and Tommy says he’s on his way.  

Lovett’s in the middle of rearranging his living room when Tommy arrives. “This is great! I’ve been wanting to move the couch forever but I could never do it alone before.”

“Why didn’t you ask me or Jon to help you?”

“Pride,” Lovett says simply, and Tommy accepts that for the answer it is. Lovett flops onto his much better positioned couch and says, “Start talking.”

Tommy tells him all about the enhanced individuals–“Just say ‘superheroes,’ Tommy, come on.”–he dealt with when he still worked for the NSC. Apparently they’re very real, and the government is tracking quite a few of them, and a few villains, too.

“Nothing, like, crazy,” he adds. “No one’s Wonder Woman or really powerful, in my experience, but yeah, they’re out there.”

“If you tell me that there’s a kid in Queens who also got bit by a spider…” Lovett warns.

“As far as I know, there’s no Spider-man, either. You probably only have one power, anyway,” Tommy says, like it’s no big deal. “Just heightened strength.”

Lovett can’t help the smug grin that spreads across his face. “Hey. Hey, Tommy. Wanna arm wrestle real quick?”

“No, Lovett, I do not,” Tommy says with a scowl.

“Seriously, though, you think that’s it?”

“Have you tried anything else?”

They go outside so Lovett can see if he’s suddenly able to leap tall buildings in a single bound or whatever. He can’t. He makes it a few inches off the ground and lands on one of Pundit’s toys, twisting his ankle in the process and nearly face planting in the grass.

“See?” Tommy chokes out through his laughter.

Lovett has to wrap his ankle the next couple days, so advanced healing is out, too. He is a little more agile, though, his reflexes a little quicker. It’s not crazy, comic book style, but it’s something. When Jon knocks over his water while gesturing wildly during recording, Lovett’s able to catch it before any spills. Jon looks surprised, but grateful.

He has more stamina, too, he realizes after his ankle is better. He accidentally doubles his morning run when he doesn’t get tired after the first mile, meaning he has to carry Pundit for three-quarters of it. It also means his legs feel like they’re going to fall off for the next three days.

Tommy talks to his contacts in Washington and gets Lovett all registered, and Lovett tries really hard to not freak himself out thinking about the Civil War run of Marvel.

“Also, just so you know, they tend to be pretty lax about vigilantism, as long as you don’t take it too far,” Tommy tells him. “The guy who turned in your forms says he has a costume hookup if you’re interested.”

“A costume? Why would I–I don’t want to be a superhero. I’m not planning on, like, using this for good.”

“Oh, my mistake,” Tommy says dryly, “I forgot how camera shy you are.”

Lovett perks up despite himself. “There’s never any reports of anything, though, what does that have to do with it?”

“They try to keep it out of the normal media, but social media’s a whole different ballpark. I’ll get you on a mailing list.”

“I’m sorry,” Lovett says. “Have you been checking out awesome superhero snaps this whole time and not sharing with the class?!”

Tommy just smirks and forwards him a link to sign up for the list and shares the costume maker’s info. There are awesome superheroes on Snapchat, it turns out, and on Instagram, and there’s even one of them in LA.

He’s calling himself Shadow, and as much as Lovett hates the name (has this guy seen the movie?), he has to admit that the form-fitting black costume and flare for the dramatic is doing him a lot of favors. He follows him, and wonders what he’d call himself if he had to come up with something.

Not that he’s going to be a superhero. Nope. Not even close. He’d be pretty useless, he’s not even good at throwing a punch. Maybe the new force behind it would help, but he’s not holding his breath.

Nothing really changes in Lovett’s life, except he carries Pundit around even more than he already did. She feels way lighter to him now, and she’s certainly not complaining. He’s able to up his reps at the gym, and the weight itself. As his muscle tone improves, it feels like this new, weird ability (powers, he tries not to think) works hand in hand to make him stronger and more nimble. It’s nice, and he admires what it’s doing for his body overall, but it’s not as profound as he would have expected.

He’s content to watch this Shadow guy on Insta and be a little jealous he doesn’t have his own flashy ability (super speed, though way less impressive than that of Quicksilver or The Flash), and ignore Tommy’s increasing hints as to whether or not he’ll actually try to do anything unselfish with his newfound strength.

Nothing changes, until suddenly it does. He’s out with Pundit late one night, probably later than is wise given the neighborhood he’s wandered into. It’s all empty storefronts and closed shops, and though it shocks him, he’s not entirely surprised to accidentally walk up on a guy getting the shit kicked out of him by a couple other people.

They haven’t noticed him, so he quietly ties Pundit up in a dark corner, praying she won’t bark for once in her life. He flips up his hood and strides forward before he can think better of it, says, “Hey assholes,” and pulls the guy currently kicking away back so hard he flies across the street, nearly getting hit by an oncoming car.

The other assailant freezes, his eyes huge. “What the fuck?”

“Do you wanna join him?” Lovett asks.

The guy looks over to where his buddy is crumpled against a wall, not even trying to get back up. He looks back to Lovett and shakes his head, then he takes off.

Lovett makes sure the kid on the ground is okay–barely twenty if he’s a day–and crosses the street to the first guy. He uses his hoodie string to tie the guy up, only getting away with it because he’s still so out of it, and calls the cops.

Then he collects Pundit, tells the kid to stay put so he can press charges, and flees, adrenaline racing through him. It feels good. Really good. Even if no one’s going to be bragging about it online.

Except then the kid he saved does talk about it. He posts a video of himself to his Instagram story and it blows up, at least by underground “superhero” standards. The kid is totally wowed by him, and he makes a point of saying how hilarious his savior was, even though Lovett doesn’t think he said anything particularly funny in the moment.

He admits to Tommy the next day he might need a costume, and Tommy forwards him the designer’s info again. (What, so he might’ve already lost it, and?) The costume maker is a genius who doesn’t believe in small talk, and she’s more than a little biting toward Lovett until she realizes he’s not a total idiot. He loves her immediately.

Since she’s based in New York, they mostly communicate through Skype and email. It’s her idea to make him a hoodie he can wear everywhere without drawing too much intention, lined with kevlar that’s light and thin. She makes it in a deep charcoal, so he can wear it with his maroon pants, which he greatly appreciates. There’s an extra portion to tightly cover his face down to just below his nose that neatly folds up into the hood and is virtually undetectable. The makeshift mask looks a little like Matt Murdoch’s, without the horns. From the show, not the terrible movie.

She ships it to him after they’ve gone back and forth a million times, and she’s gotten every single measurement on top that Lovett could have imagined existed, and then some. He takes it over to Tommy’s right away, trying it on for him and getting a wolf whistle for his troubles.

He doesn’t go out looking for people to save or anything, but he wears the hoodie often, or keeps it close by. He breaks up another few fights, stops a handful of muggings, and mostly feels awesome about everything. He takes a couple hits, luckily none to the face, and gets angry all over again that he doesn’t have accelerated healing.

A few of his rescues are recorded, and they go semi-viral in this weird world, but none as much as Shadow’s. To Lovett’s eternal dismay, some grateful teenagers he saves start calling him Quip because of his quick commentary while scaring off the bad guys.

Tommy laughs so hard he cries when he finds out, then he starts laughing all over again. It’s a terrible cycle.

Shadow, of course, gets attention from KTLA when the DJs talk about him one morning after he saves a dog from a house fire, and then there’s a daring rescue of school kids that really lifts off. He becomes a trending topic on Twitter for LA, unusual in this little community.

Because it’s Twitter, Jon sees it.

“Holy shit, guys, have you seen this?” he asks breathlessly. He keeps replaying the short clip of Shadow zipping all the kids out of the bus before it topples over onto the highway below.

Lovett makes a noncommittal noise and lets Tommy take the lead in the conversation. Days later, Jon is still talking about it, starry-eyed as Lovett’s ever seen him. He’s totally into the world now, tracking superheros on all the platforms he can manage.

Whenever Jon’s out of the room, Lovett keeps asking Tommy questions like, “But don’t you think his obsession with this Shadow guy is a little over the top?”

Tommy just rolls his eyes and says, “The dude’s literally been trending on Twitter every day this week. He saved a bus full of children. And a dog.”

Lovett huffs. “Okay sure, fine, that’s great I guess.”

When Jon’s back in the office later, Lovett says, “What about Quip? Have you seen him?”

“Who?” Jon asks, dreamily scrolling through photos that people have posted of Shadow’s latest feat on Instagram, something about bachelorettes in Vegas. A few minutes later, he says, “Huh, well.”

“What’s that?” Lovett asks, trying to be coy about how he’s looking over.

“Oh,” one of the new interns says, looking at Jon’s computer. “His shoulders.”

“Yeah,” Jon replies faintly, and Lovett fights not to blush.

Tommy hums and looks straight at Lovett when he replies, “Yeah? I really like his thighs.”

“Mhmm,” Jon says. “For sure.”

Lovett ducks into the kitchen for a La Croix, but he can’t keep the stupid grin off his face.

It all comes to a head when Jon almost gets hit by a car while he’s on a run, thanks to his inability to stop obsessively reading Twitter. Naturally, Shadow saves him, because Lovett is at home eating takeout like a normal person.

For a solid two weeks, Jon’s even more besotted. Sighing while staring at his iPad, when he’s supposed to be doing research. Thank god his encounter isn’t one that got recorded, Lovett doesn’t think he could stand seeing it. Shadow’s arms wrapped around Jon, Jon staring at the guy like he’d hung the moon.

Lovett’s sure the car wasn’t going that fast, Jon probably would’ve been okay. Tommy glares at him when he shares that thought though, and Lovett grumbles and concedes that he’s just glad Jon is safe, he guesses.

The next time he and Jon go out, Jon leaves the bar first to wait for the Lyft while Lovett waits impatiently for the tab. When he walks out the door, he immediately sees Jon on the ground, his palms flat on the concrete. Some asshole is standing over him with, fuck. With a gun.

Lovett doesn’t think twice. He flips his hood up, quickly makes sure the mask is in place, and runs toward the would-be mugger. The guy is caught by surprise, so Lovett manages to break his wrist with little fanfare, though it does mean the gun accidentally goes off.

It’s several feet from where Jon is laid out, but he still flinches violently. Lovett zip ties the asshole (Tommy’s suggestion because they’re effective and easy to carry around), and calls the police.

Jon is shakily getting to his feet at this point, staring at Lovett with watery eyes. “Oh my god, thank you,” he says. “I can’t even begin to–you’re amazing.”

Luckily, the sirens ring out at that moment, distracting Jon enough that Lovett can duck away, pull back the hood, and pretend he’s just coming out of the bar. He lets Jon regale him with the daring tale, tells the cops he didn’t see anything, and gets a still trembling Jon safely into the car home.

The main thing about Quip are the reports of the one-sided banter he supplies, but of course, Lovett didn’t say anything to Jon. He honestly didn’t even think about it, it wasn’t important at the time, only Jon’s safety was. Now, though, Jon is pouting over it.

“Everyone online says he’s so funny,” Jon grouses on Monday at the office, after telling everyone on staff about his heroic encounter. “He didn’t say anything to me at all.”

Lovett looks wildly at Tommy for help, but Tommy just grins at him like he got the fucking canary. “Hey, did you guys see the new upload about Shadow?”

fucking traitor, Lovett slacks him.

Soon after, Lovett comes across Jon on his nightly–he doesn’t want to say patrol, he’s not fucking Batman, but if the shoe fits–walk. Jon is lingering near the bar where he’d almost been mugged before. It’s not an area Jon frequents, Lovett knows that, since the bar had been one of their employees’ suggestions.

Lovett watches him for awhile from afar, glad he’s not wearing his trademark red pants and trying to change his gait a little. He trails Jon for a good twenty minutes, and Jon doesn’t really end up anywhere. It’s suspicious as fuck.

When Lovett can’t take it anymore, tired of watching Jon looking desirable and pathetic on street corners, seeing him turn down multiple advances, he approaches him with the hood and mask on.

“Are you trying to get into trouble?” he asks, making his voice a little lower, a little more gruff.

Jon startles, spinning around to find Lovett–well, Quip–behind him. He smiles wide, and Lovett can’t get over how trusting he is. It’d be worrisome if it wasn’t Lovett behind the mask.

“Well?”

“Uh…” Jon says, looking down and rubbing his hand over the back of his neck.

“Don’t pull this shit, man,” Lovett says. “It’s dangerous.”

Jon sighs. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, I just–”

“Just what?” Lovett interrupts, angry and smarting with it. “Hoping Shadow’ll be there to save you the next time you nearly die?”

Jon’s cheeks go red. He answers a little too quickly for it to be believable. “What? No, of course not.”

Lovett stays where he is, fixing Jon with a hard look through the mesh lenses of his costume. He stands to his full height when he’s in disguise, minimizing the size difference between them.

“I was hoping to run into you again,” Jon admits, after a long moment of silence.

“Why?”

“I dunno. I just. I like you?”

Lovett barely stops himself from gasping.

“Can I?” Jon asks, not bothering to finish his sentence.

He steps closer and closer, until he’s in Lovett’s space. Then he leans forward and kisses Lovett’s mouth, light and fleeting.

“Get home,” Lovett says, his voice a croak. Then, when Jon doesn’t move, he adds, “Now.”

Jon nods and turns to walk away, his shoulder slumped.

On a whim, Lovett calls out, “You’re lucky you’re pretty,” and it’s worth it to hear Jon laugh.turns out i am terrible at getting to the good parts. i’ll probably be continuing this eventually! prompts list over here, feel free to shoot me an ask!

#ask #anon #crack-ish #gratuitous superhero references #i had to stop this was too long already #fic #three

[may85]

Title: Feel My Love Part 1

Character: Jason Crouse

TV: The Good Wife

Warnings: None, fluff!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Bitchin’ Polyvore made for me by the hella awesome @magikat409!!!

°Jason and You are close friends. You ask him to go to a family function with you as your boyfriend so they won’t pester you about dating someome. You realize that you have feelings for him.

If one more son of a bitch didn’t start paying attention, I was going to scream. Many vendors and associates rushing to do their grunt work, kept ramming into my desk, chair and nearly myself.

I was already ill, having spoken to a cousin about a blind date that she wanted to set me up on.

No one could seem to understand that I didn’t want the help of finding someone or even have the time to date anyone for that matter.

If it was going to happen, then it’d happen all in due time.

Having seen so many relationships crash and burn because they were rushed; that just wasn’t what I was looking for.

My laptop dinged, indicating that I’d gotten an email. I groaned when I saw that it was from my hated Aunt Milley.

I scanned over it. It was my Grandparents 60th wedding anniversary and Aunt Milley along with other family members were planning it.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my Grandparents; sweetest people on earth, but everyone else always had their nose in my business.

I jumped when a chair collided with mine. My furrowed brow tensed when I put on my best bitch face.

I relaxed it when I saw that it was a close friend of mine, Jason Crouse. He still got the stink eye though.

He grinned, “Aww c'mon! Turn that frown upside down!”

I looked Jason up and down, curling my nose at him as if he stunk, “Go to hell.”

He chuckled, bumping me with his shoulder, “Vicious today, aren’t we?”

My annoyance deflated a bit, “Sorry, I-” My sentence was cut off as another vendor hit my chair.

Jason put a hand on my arm when I closed my eyes and counted to ten. When I opened them, he was still grinning, but he did seem concerned.

“David Lee give you more grunt work?” Jason asked, taking his hand from my arm.

“Pssft. I wish!” I turned my laptop towards him.

His eyes squinted to read, even though he was wearing his glasses. Jason was a quick reader, whistling as he sat back when he finished.

“Family function. Sounds like fun.”

“I’d rather get my nipple peirced.”

Jason laughed, shoving me lightly.

“I honestly don’t want to go, but I don’t want to upset Gran and Grandad…”

I sat up straight, snapping my fingers as an idea came to me, “Will you go with? Pretend to be my boyfriend?”

He put his hands up, “Woah, Y/N. I don’t do family events all too well.”

“Please, oh please!?” I begged, bouncing my legs up and down.

Jason tugged on his earlobe, a nervous habit of his before answering, “Alright,” he snapped his fingers at me, “but you owe me!”

I squeeled, giving Jason a tight hug.

“Sexual harassment in the work place is frowned upon Miss Kline” Alicia Florrick, the woman that broke Jason’s heart, looked down at me.

I sighed, “I wasn’t doing anything,”

Jason looked tightly at Alicia, his jovial mood gone.

She leaned over, “So, Jason, I’m needing some help with a case. The paperwork alone will take all weekend. Can I put you on it?”

I waited quietly, blankly staring at my laptop screen, trying to disappear.

Alicia had done a number on Jason. He gave her so much of himself only to have her to ask him to “Wait for her.”

He left the Chicago area for a few months, but thankfully kept in contact with me.

“Nope,” he answered gruffly, “I have plans.”

“Oh, really?” Alicia asked, raising a brow.

Jason just nodded.

The tension broke as soon as Carey called Alicia to his office.

Releasing a breath, I sagged into my chair, “Well, that was awkward.”

I could see that Jason was still perturbed by the whole bit.

“Yeah. Listen, I gotta go. Text me the details and I’ll call you later.” He said, getting out of his chair.

“Okay. Are you..?”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss my head, “I’m fine, Y/N. See you.”

“Bye.” I whispered. °°°°°° Friday had finally rolled around. Everything was packed and in the car. All I had to do was wait for Jason.

I jumped off the couch when I heard him knock, “Hey, you ready to go? Let’s go!” I said, quickly.

“Woah there, Y/N. Where’s the fire?” He laughed.

I threw my jacket over my shoulders and grabbed my keys, “I just want to get this over with.”

Jason threw an arm over my shoulder, tugging me close, “Calm down, alright?”

I took a deep breath and relaxed, laying my head on his chest.

“Okay, okay,” I took another deep breath, “Let’s do this.” °°°°°° My Grandparents had a really nice farm house and tons of acreage. Plenty of cars from the family were lined up and that’s when I started to get really nervous.

I turned to Jason before unbuckling, “Remember everything?”

“Yep. Don’t worry, Y/N.” He assured me.

I nodded, “Right,”

We unbuckled and got out of the car. One of my cousins came out of the house. She turned, yelling inside to everyone that I was here and that I had a man with me.

“It has begun,” I said, mocking ominous music.

Jason laughed, taking my hand in his and kissing the top as he winked.

Grandma greeted us on the porch, holding her arms out for me to hug her.

“Hey Grandma,”

“Y/N! Look at my beautiful Granddaughter,” Gran held me at arms length, then looked over my shoulder at Jason, “Hello there.”

He tipped his chin in greeting as he smiled, “Ma'am. Nice to meet you.”

“Oh come here!” I laughed when Gran’s tiny frame tried to reach Jason.

Grandpa came out, clearing his throat, “Now, I may not be young like I once was, but I’ll still fight you for her.”

We laughed while Gran went to Grandpa's side.

“Come give this Old Fart a hug!” He gave me a quick squeeze, then shook Jason’s hand.

“So you’re Y/N’s boyfriend?” Grandma asked.

“I am, yes Ma'am.”

“Treating my Granddaughter well then?”

Jason kissed my temple, putting his arm around my waist, “Yes, sir.”

“Good to hear,” Grandpa clapped, “Let’s get out of this chilly air.”

The house got quiet when Jason and I crossed the threshold.

The one person who I didn’t want to deal with rounded the corner.

Aunt Milley.

“Oh shit,” I whispered.

Jason looked down at me, concerned.

“So we meet the boyfriend. Have to say, Y/N, I thought it was a fake.”

“Well, I’m not.” Jason said.

I looked up at him and saw the dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Milley, that’s enough.” Grandma said.

Things returned to normal when Milley left the room.

Leading Jason to the coat closet, we hung up our jackets and scarves. When he took his hat off, his hair was sticking up in diffrent directions.

“Oh my gawd, you’re hair,” I laughed.

He fixed it as I hung up our belongings. Once we were situated, we headed back out towards the kitchen.

“Y/N, be a dear and go help your Aunts, please?”

I nodded, making sure to have Jason with me at times.

After introductions were made, I was put to work with making the potato salad.

As I stood at the sink washing the vegetables, Jason came up behind me putting his hands on my waist and kissing my shoulder.

“Need any help?”

The sudden display of affection threw me for a loop and I had to admit that a part of me liked it and wanted more.

“Baby?” His voice was clear enough so my Aunts could hear him.

I cleared my throat, “Oh, um, no. I’m good.”

He kissed my cheek, leaning his back against the counter, crossing his feet at the ankles.

Two of my nicer Aunts asked certain questions.

“So how did you meet?”

“Through a mutal friend. Remember Lucca?” I said, scrubbing the dirt from the potatoes.

“Oh, yes! How is she?”

“She’s doing great. Has her own office now.”

“Now Leslie, we want to know more about Jason!” Aunt Rachel said, happily.

“Aren’t you a bit old for Y/N?”

And there was Aunt Milley, grouchy for eternity.

I looked to Jason, watching as his eyes squinted slightly.

“I admit, I’m not young, but that has nothing to do with how much I love your neice.”

I smiled softly.

“I think this is all set up. There’s no way that a man like him could ever go for someone like Y/N.” Aunt Milley said, hate just seething from her.

I was so caught up in cutting, that the knife slipped, knicking my finger. I hissed, jerking my hand to my chest.

“Y/N?” Jason was instantly there, checking on me.

Feeling like I had no breathing room, I moved back from Jason.

“Excuse me.” I said, my voice catching.

“Y/N!” Jason called after me.

I didn’t answer as I took two stairs at a time to the upstairs bathroom.

“Milley, what the hell is wrong with you!?” Aunt Rachel snapped. °°°°°° A firm knock sounded on the door.

I sniffled, pulling back the gauze from my cut, only to find it still bleeding, “Be out in a minute.”

“Y/N, open the door.” Jason said.

“It’s unlocked.” I said, meekly.

He came in, locking the door as he shut it.

“Hey,” he said, soothingly as he knelt in front of me, “you okay?”

I shrugged then bit my lip, feeling my tears start again.

“Shhh, come here Sweetheart,” Jason enveloped me in a hug.

His pet name, said without anyone else around, finally made the tears fall.

He rocked me gently, playing with my hair to soothe me.

“Can I look at your finger?”

I nodded.

Jason leaned back, wiping my cheeks before taking my hand to examine the cut.

He hissed softly as he lifted the gauze, “You don’t need stitches, but you sliced yourself a good one.”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Jason had my finger cleaned and bandage in no time. I honestly didn’t want to leave the bathroom, though.

“Do we have to go back down there?” I asked.

He put some hair behind my ears and smiled, “Yeah, we need to. Don’t worry though, Rachel reamed Milley a new one.”

I gave a watery laugh, sniffling again, “You always know what to say to make me feel better.”

Something shifted between us; something that Jason felt as well, given how his eyes changed color drastically.

Another knock made me jump, making whatever was happening break.

“Y/N, honey. You and Jason come on, Mom and Dad are about to dance.” Aunt Rachel said, softly.

Jason wet a washcloth for me, gently cleaning the tear tracks from my cheeks.

“Ready?” He asked, folding the cloth.

“Ready.” °°°°°° Grandpa held Grandma close as they dance in small circles.

Flashes went off every now and again as Aunt Rachel took photos.

Everyone clapped once the song ended, cheering a Happy Anniversary to the happy married couple.

Grandpa raised his arms, “Now everyone dance!”

Jason stood, holding a warm hand out to me.

I shook my head, laughing, “Oh no! No way!”

“Chicken?” He raised a brow, his tounge sneaking out from his teeth as he grinned.

“Ass,”

He pulled me up, putting my arms around his shoulders, while his rested on my waist.

My cheeks heated, turning rosy in color.

“It’s a good color on you,” Jason teased.

I rolled my eyes, my cheeks hurting from the smiling, “Oh gah, shut up,”

He chuckled, swaying us from side to side.

We both got quiet as the music continued to play. The atmosphere seemed charged, like it was when we were upstairs.

Jason’s eyes were the darkest that I’d ever seen them, almost to the point where I couldn’t see the pupils.

He looked panicked and I felt the same way. When he leaned down and cupped my cheeks, I nearly wanted to pass out.

He waited a moment, letting me grip his wrists firmly as I took a calming breath.

Slowly, Jason’s lips touched mine, lingering for a second before becoming firmer.

It was slow and respectful as we were mindful of my family most likely gawking at us.

With his nose nuzzling mine, Jason pulled back slightly, only to take my lips with his again.

We pulled back enough just to stare at each other as the song ended.

It was right then and there that I realized…

I’m in love with Jason Crouse.

Folks that want to be tagged:

@thedeadmost @krissy25 @fancybubble @superprincesspea @cherieann-2001 @darshaya @ladylorelitany @ali-pennell @wadeyourebarelyalive @fangirlindenial @negans-dirty-girl @smuttwd @justacaliforniandreamer @piilow-talk @pan-and-proud-writes @memphisgirl1977 @5sos1dsex @deviousginga @strangersangel9 @mogaruke @crzcorgi @siobhan-elizabeth @thecynicalnerd @cookiemunster10 @laureng-99 @danleto97 @miss-nori85 @rhysiecupcakes @texasgal2222 @magikat409 @jmackie1983 @sweatersandcaffeine @andillica @brandivstheworld @persephinii666 @johnthackerys @squid-from-mirkwood

#jeffrey dean morgan #jason crouse #the good wife