OK BUT IF WE DON’T GET A SCENE IN SEASON 5 WHERE SUPERGIRL GETS BADLY HURT AND LENA RUNS TO HER WHILE

Also why did Zari look so good tonight, like she always looks good but tonight it was just like...😍😘👌 you know?

#legends #zarlie #zari

DESERVE A TASTE

Summary: A party at Omega Beta Zeta quickly takes a turn when you find a group of guys hitting on your girlfriend, Tara Carpenter.

Warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, cursing, smut, fingering, eating kitty, no Scream VI spoilers

Pairings: Tara Carpenter x black!reader, Tara Carpenter x reader, Tara Carpenter x female!reader

Requested: Yes.

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You would never admit that you were whipped.

Tara Carpenter came into your life like a storm and it’s been windy and rainy ever since…and you loved thunderstorms.

The mere fact that a person this tiny ran your life was enough to make your heart skip a beat. You weren't the relationship type, people often let you down and further turned you off of the idea of having a person mean so much in your life.

Then you met Tara and it's like every bad thought you've had about love went out the window. She was your moon and your sun, your stars and cloudy skies, and there were times that you found yourself overprotective of that. Of your little thunderstorm.

The first time you realized how much she meant to you was after a dinner at her apartment. She wanted to introduce you to her sister and her friends, allowing them to vet you because of what she had gone through the year prior. You survived Sam's variation of "What Are Your Intentions With My Sister?" and even Mindy's intense psycho analysis trying to see if you were a killer, but, it was something about Chad that had you in a fritz.

He was the big strong guy that looked after her like she was a little sister. They had history, had been through some shit together that you'd never truly understand and you knew what history was like for people with trauma. They bonded in more ways than one and it was hard to push that idea from the back of your head when you spoke with him. Didn't help that he was a ridiculously nice guy too, fuck, you wanted to dislike him--hate him even but it was hard.

You'd pull Tara closer at dinner, your hand squeezing her knee to make her laugh. Sneaking little kisses to her temple and forehead when no one else but Chad was looking. Silently telling him that whatever he might have felt for her needed to vanish and vanish immediately.

There was an unspoken mutual respect between you and Chad since that night. When you weren't around, he would still do his job in protecting her and keeping her safe. You both just wanted what was best for her and it just happened to be you.

Anytime you were with Tara out in public she was your biggest priority. You'd make sure she had her little blue taser that Sam got her on her person at all times. Holding her hand tight through the streets of New York City and especially the overcrowded subways where anything could happen. Never letting her walk on the outside of the sidewalk, she always had the inside so if an incoming car would suddenly jump the curb you'd be the first point of contact.

You loved Tara. Loved her enough to give your life for hers.

She was beautiful and being in her presence made you feel beautiful too, a certain air of confidence washing over you. You had the hottest, most compassionate, goofiest girl at Blackmore University as your girlfriend and you were happily whipped.

Well ... until you got dragged to parties like the one happening in the Omega Beta Zeta sorority house.

Tara had been talking about rushing Omega Beta Zeta for the last month and how she really wanted to be part of this sisterhood. You weren't the biggest fan of sororities because of their clique-ish behavior and rumored hazing. Especially because Tara had a lot in her life that someone could torment her for in the spirit of "Sorority fun and bonding". Being in this organization was something she really wanted so you had no choice but to support her fully in this endeavor.

Which means standing in the beloved sorority house with the City Girls blasting from someone's speaker and sweaty bodies dancing everywhere.

You didn't have social anxiety, it's just that parties weren't high on your list of activities that you enjoyed.

"Hi, Tara!" A chipper girl came up to you both, a red solo cup in her hand. Two girls following suit behind her and locking their eyes on you.

You and Tara had been at the party for about fifteen minutes and already you wanted to go to her apartment and watch movies but you didn't say anything. She seemed to be enjoying her time here.

You watched a pair of eyes grow wide as they settled in on you. "Oh my god!" She giggled. "Is this your girlfriend, T?"

"Yeah, uh, this is Y/N." She chuckled, knowing you would have something funny to say once the girls left. Tara nudged you gently, her way of asking you to be nice to these people.

You waved, slapping a smile on your face immediately. "Hey!" You greeted, matching their energy. "Thank you so much for having us, this house is so cute!"

"Thank you, Babe!" The blonde girl smiled, her name might be Jennie or something with a J, you recognized her face from following each other on Instagram. "We have heard so much about you. It's really sweet how much Tara loves you, like we wish our boyfriends were like that with us." She semi-pouted.

Your cheeks began to blush. A genuine smile creeping up on your face and you laughed to yourself. "Oh." Was all you could say, flustered that Tara spoke about you so often with people she valued.

"Hey, I'm gonna go grab a drink." Tara tapped your waist. "I'll let you all continue to talk."

Before you could protest Tara was gone down the hall, heading for the kitchen. You weren't sure why she left you alone with them. Maybe so you could learn more about the girls who would be leading her into their sorority and trust them. Tara knew you weren't wild about not knowing much about the rush process and procedures, the secrecy of pledging in itself.

"So," A girl with curls and freckles began. "tell us the true tea. I'm sure Tara has told you a little bit about Omega Beta Zeta, what do you think of it?"

You shifted your weight to one of your hips. Suddenly feeling hot in the corset top and flare jeans you decided to wear tonight. "Um," You started. Telling the truth didn't seem like the option so maybe lying a bit would work better with these girls. You didn't want to ruin Tara's chances of getting in. "It's cool. You guys seem to be very loyal to each other and I'm big on loyalty and protecting those around you. Those are great qualities."

"That's amazing!" The bubbly girl spoke up again.

Jennie and curly haired girl snuck a look at each other. "We were thinking of asking you to rush with us. In Tara's pledge group, actually." The girl with freckles said.

"Oh wow that's ... that's interesting. Why me?" You asked, genuinely curious how they could want you in their sorority after just now meeting you.

Jennie laughed. "We weren't kidding when we said Tara talks about you like all the time." She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. "We love, Tara, like absolutely adore her and anybody that can have her so happy like that is someone we want to associate with. Someone we want in our organization."

"Totally." The happy girl chimed in, almost clapping her hands in excitement.

You didn't know what to say. The furrow in your brows speaking for you. You took a breath, trying to find a polite way to decline their offer. The more you spoke with them they did seem genuine and sweet but having to follow by someone else's rules really wasn't your thing.

A loud commotion of deep voices came from the right of you. You looked down the hall, a group of four or five guys surrounding your girlfriend while she laughed along at someone's joke.

"Can I have some time to think about it?" You turned to face the girls, lips hurting from smiling so hard. "The semester just started, I just want to make sure I can fully devote my time to Omega Beta Zeta."

They all nodded. "Oh absolutely!" The girl with freckles agreed. "Whenever you're ready just let us know, Babe. Omega Beta Zeta would love to have you."

"Thanks ladies!" You waved at them once more. "I'm sorry. I've gotta run I think I hear somebody calling for me. It was nice to meet you guys."

Nobody was calling for you. You just needed a bullshit excuse to head for the kitchen without appearing rude.

You didn't give them a chance to respond. Taking off for the kitchen and the men's laughter that basically taunted you. You took your eyes off of Tara for literally five minutes and this happens.

This is the real reason why you disliked going to parties with Tara.

She was a bad bitch and that meant other men and women would try to get in her space, regardless of her clearly stating she was unavailable.

"So you're rushing OBZeta?" A guy asked Tara.

You came up behind her, wrapping your arm around her waist and pulling her close. "Oh, Babe, who are your new friends?" You asked.

"These are some of the guys from--"

"Who are you?" You pointed at one of the boys. Interrupting Tara because the question was rhetorical, you didn't care who these people were.

The boy dressed in a flannel looked at you in shock. "Uh, Mason."

"You don't seem to sure about your name there, Mason." You teased, playfully hitting the boy in the shoulder. "And you?"

"I'm Chad." A blonde boy with blue eyes responded deeply, taking a swig of his drink. He wore a backwards baseball cap and had on Birkenstock sandals with shorts.

You nodded. "How fitting! We actually have a friend named Chad." You looked at Tara, her cheeks red from either alcohol or your jealousy being humorous to her. You returned your focus back to the boy, looking him up and down. "But he's .... taller." You chuckled. "I'm not really too worried on knowing everybody else's names, I'm sure we'll all get to know each other after Tara and I rush OBZ."

"You're rushing?!" Tara nearly jumped on you in excitement.

How quickly your jealously had backfired.

There was no way you could tell her you weren't rushing now. Apparently this was a big deal to her.

"Absolutely!" You said through gritted teeth. "Now, if you'll excuse us, boys. I'm gonna go dance with my girlfriend now." Tara grabbed your hand roughly, pulling you away from the kitchen at a quickened pace. "Have a good night! I'll see you guys at the next one of these things." You called out, nearly tripping over your shoes as Tara sped through the house.

You followed her, hoping the intensity in which she was pulling you didn't mean she was pissed. "Was that too much? I'm sorry." You didn't mean to embarrass her but you could see how she would take it that way. "Tara. Baby, talk to me." As you reached the living room-turned-dance floor she didn't show any sign of slowing down. "Uh .. Honey?" You asked, following your girlfriend up the steps.

"I need you." Tara turned around hastily, her hair smacking you in your face. "Now." Her eyes widened, that hunger growing quickly within them.

You nodded slowly, not saying anything and allowing her to lead the way. The good news is she wasn't mad at you, the bad news is ... you didn't know what she was about to do to you.

You couldn't even label it as bad news, you liked being punished.

Finding a vacant room in this crowded sorority house was actually easier than you thought it would be. Tara burst into the room, throwing you onto the bed. Her drink cup was long gone, probably discarded on the stairs somewhere as her main focus was tasting you.

She wasn't upset about your jealousy taking over, not in the slightest. Tara was used to how you acted about her, your ferocity in loving her and keeping her protected at all times. She loved it, she loved how much you were obsessed with her and took care of her no matter what.

But being in that kitchen.

It was something about watching your jaw clench when you spoke to those boys. The way that you made a joke about the one guy being shorter than Chad. The idea that you even referred to Chad as a "friend" just to further drive home the idea that those boys were insignificant to the people in Tara's life. Listening to you speak made her want to rub her legs together. Her clit throbbing in her jeans and she knew she had to have you.

"Take your pants off." She demanded. Locking the golden doorknob so nothing would interrupt what she was dying to do. You did as you were told, throwing your jeans and shoes off to the side and standing in front of her, awaiting further instruction. "Lay down." She pointed at the bed.

You grimaced. "What if it has stains."

"Lay down on the fucking bed." Tara said again, a small giggle coming from her lips at your antics. Hooking up in someone else's room was romantic and fun but once that wore off you thought of how gross it actually was. "That was really hot what you did back there." She crawled on the bed with you, the warmth of her body hitting you. "You just can't leave me alone, can you? I could have handled them myself."

Tara's cold hands kissed your skin. Her fingers tugging down at your rhinestone thong, trying to discard of it quickly. "You shouldn't have to. That's what I'm here for."

"No, Princesa." Your girlfriend whispered, she loved to call you that. She knew it made you melt at any given moment just hearing her accent come out on that word specifically. "You're here for so much more than that. You do so much for me, I want to do something for you tonight."

"O-Okay." You stuttered, falling into her touch. Two fingers found themselves inside of your wet pussy. Pumping in and out as you blissfully moaned. "Tara--"

Your girlfriend placed a finger against your lips, quieting you immediately. "I only want to hear moans." She stated. Tara lowered her body, eye to eye with your glistening cunt already dripping in arousal. She removed her fingers, hands positioning themselves on your legs, pushing you open wide. She bit her bottom lip, smiling before placing her face between your legs.

Her tongue flicked against your clit. Showing it the attention you clearly needed. She gripped your thighs and pulled you in closer. Those two fingers entered again, pumping in and out at a quickened pace. A guttural whine coming from your lips as you craved more of her. Your hands ended up in her hair, pushing her bangs from her face but they were prickled with sweat, not wanting to move.

"You look so fucking pretty like this." Tara came up for air, still fingering you. Her pink lips swollen and plump, begging you to kiss them. "My pretty baby." You moaned again, clenching around her. Dripping all into the comforter. "So horny for me. You normally last a little longer." She teased.

Your legs tried closing but she forced them open. "Do you want to come?" She asked.

"Please." You whispered out, shaky breaths almost preventing you from speaking. "Pleaseeeeee." You begged.

Tara smiled, leaning over to kiss you. Your juices coating her lips like a gloss and mixing with your spit. Your tongue found itself down her throat and fighting with hers. She pulled away from you, sucking on your bottom lip and letting it go with a "pop" as it returned back into place. "Cum for me, Princesa." She smirked.

The knot in your belly released, unraveled right before her and drenched her fingers. You panted in efforts to catch your breath, orgasm taking a lot out of you physically. You thanked the party gods that the music blasting loudly was drowning out all of your moans and saving you from embarrassment.

"You don't have to pledge Omega Beta Zeta." Tara said, sucking her fingers dry.

You sat up on the bed, blinking rapidly to regain focus. "What?" You asked, moving your messy hair out of your face.

"I know you don't really want to pledge. I just thought it was something we could do together but it's no pressure. Seriously." Your girlfriend laughed, handing you your thong and jeans.

You narrowed your eyes, grabbing your clothes from her. "If my OBZ letter necklace dangled in your face while we fucked ... would you get turned on like that?" You motioned towards the bed.

"Probably more." She shrugged. "It's always been a dream of mine to have a chain dangled in front of me like that." She said sarcastically, hoping that you would catch on to the joke.

You button your jeans immediately, slipping your shoes on and nearly falling over. "Come on!" You recover from your stumble, grabbing her wrist and pulling her.

"What? Where are we going, Y/N?" She furrowed her brows, being tugged along for the ride.

You turned around hurriedly. "To tell Jennie that I'm about to pledge! Duh." You smiled, heading for the stairs and hoping the offer was still on the table.

"Her name is Janine!" Tara corrected, laughing while running down the steps with you. Wiping any remainder of your orgasm off of her lips and hands.

You used to not like going to parties but something about getting finger fucked in a sorority house will definitely make a girl change her ways.

WHY WOULD YOU HURT ME THIS WAY!!

I can’t feel you.

Fav blackhill fics? Any rating, any kind

Wow! This is a big question!

These are in no particular order and this is by no means exhaustive. This is just a sampling of some of my favorites.

1. The Out by SlowBurnJane

2. Baby I was born just to kiss your mouth by Crimsoncat (and also I could get lost in this (forgetting what caution is))

3. Free Falling by Mohnblume

4. Walk Alone by OfEndlessWonder

5. Feel More Human by avesnongrata

6. With One Glance by The_Wavesinger for sophinisba

7. and out of the blue (i fell for you) by leatherandlace

8. love is a wild thing by leatherandlace

9. Like a moth to a flame by JennySparks

10. Perfect Maria by cocoa_n_donuts

11. The Lost Moments by RenaM

12. Line in the Sand by Pumpkinnubbin

13. Thief by carloabay

14. The Curious Encounter in East Meadow by lo5o

15. A Hill Called Home by BadGoose

#i need them to sit together more

#it would heal so many parts of my heart

#anyways they're the best

hello yes it’s me trying to write again

I’m working on a new not yet titled fic and am here to gauge interest and hype myself into writing more of it. for your consideration:

jane has Issues post hoyt

maura is pilot maura, new on the job

jane/dean/maura energy from the pilot except delete dean and aim them at each other

they aren’t friends right away

ace jane / queerplatonic rizzles or something to that effect

so it’s not smutty

here’s a first chapter preview. are we into this?

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 

“Whoa. That the new M.E.?” Frost juts his chin.

The first person Rizzoli’s eyes fall on must be the one he means. She attracts the eye, standing out with the electric aura of a celebrity in a crowd of average slobs.

Everything about her drips wealth. Blonde hair highlighted, cut and styled so immaculately as to almost be severe, as if there’s a salon chair in the Mercedes she just emerged from. Blood-red overcoat and black stilettos in a squalid Dorchester alley at 2AM. Her look could be summarized as I could kill you, get away with it, and make the cover of a magazine in the process.

Keep reading

Scarlet witch really ripped Thanos a new asshole didn't she? So powerful.🧙‍♀️

THAT WAS NOT A NO, ZARI. YOU’RE KILLING ME HERE

@ the season three table read