Hey, I know, I understand your anger, but I'm still not done yet with my chapters, but what I can do to make up for my lateness, is to give ya'll small sneak peeks of the chapters I'm working on. Nothing too major, just the beginnings and the snippets to tell you the backstory of the chapter. Think of it as an early Christmas present. With that, sit back, grab your snacks and enjoy, while I go back to work!
Midnight Snack (Diana Prince/Wonder Woman/Gal Gadot)
Watch Tower
Barry's eyes shot wide open and wakes up breathing heavily as he stares up at the ceiling, sweat ran down his chest. He sits up and glances to his night drawer where his alarm clock rests, which reads: 3:24 blinking in red letters before turning to the only window in his room. He watches as NASA's satellite passes by and exhales a breath in relief.
Barry lays back down and closes his eyes. Only 30 seconds later, after a series of tossing and turning trying to go back to sleep, he grabs his phone off his night dresser and opens it. A white light beams his face making his eyes squint. He saw he got a message from Hal but instead of clicking on it, he instead opens up the Fantasy Finders app, an application where fanatics can write their own fantasies.
Barry only found out about the app because of Victor aka Cyborg. Victor was rambling on and on at lunch about how despite Barry only being a core member of the JL, he was for a fact, the most written stories in the entire Justice League. Titling about 503,396 million stories. There were a lot about Batman and Superman but not as much like the Flash. People adored him. They worshipped him like no other, it kind of made some of the leaguers—besides Batman—jealous.
Suddenly his stomach begins to growl and seeing there's no problem in getting a snack, he gets out of bed and walks across his room to his door that automatically slides open and out into the hallway.
Barry hears the sound of loud snoring coming from the other side of Mon-el's room when trudging past the other leaguer's rooms down the hallway.
He makes his way towards the doors to the living quarters. Once he enters, Barry couldn't help but appreciate Bruce's design for the interior.
To the right was the kitchen, and to the left was the living room. The floor plan all made of marble, no sign of any fabric material or wood of any kind. Giant panoramic windows that lead to the balcony. Human-sized shrubs of each member of the Justice League placed neatly around.
Puffy pillows of Green Lantern, Frost, Aquaman, Speedy and Wonder Woman lay on each end of a giant velvet-red couch so big that even Giganta could take a nap. In front of the couch, a 80 sq inch big screen TV—with hyper-speed internet powered by Wayne Technologies satellite—hanging by a single pole.
In the far right of the room, there are Arcade machines of Pac-Man and Donkey Kong. Next to it is a miniature golf court beside a foosball table and an 8-ball table which seems like only Cyborg and Beast Boy are the only ones to play it because of all the empty soda cans and pizza boxes that are...oddly stacked nicely to the side—must have been rearranged by Kara, or possibly Raven.
And for the piece of resistance, was the view over planet earth and the moon. It was amazing, though Barry doubted he'd ever find time to look at the view with a room like this.
His stomach grumbles hungrily again, taking his mind of the scenic view and makes off to the kitchen. He flips the switch, and another white light shines from above. His eyes dilated for a second before opening the pantry. He stands there, deciding on what to eat but he couldn't think. That nightmare really was the only thing fresh in his mind, his back shivers to the thought.
Or could have been the cold sensation from the marble cause he's bare feet. It didn't matter, he was starving, and he needed something quick. Shaking his head, he disappears inside the pantry and later comes out with a whole box of rice crispies and 6 bags of cheez-its.
Faster than light, he throws his snacks on the couch but races back to the kitchen only to come back with a glass of milk and sets it on the coffee table next to 9 water bottles he brought as well.
Barry takes a seat as he opens one of his cheez-its bags and starts to pluck them into his mouth. Then, he pulls out his phone, opens it up, and to his chapter he's working on. He chews as his fingers type on the phones registered keyboard, his head thinking on scenarios and playing them out, seeing if it works.
Pretty soon, he finished the entire box of Rice Krispies and had three more water bottles to go, the glass of milk was emptied too. That wasn't the only thing finished. After proofreading it, fixing grammar errors, Barry finally finished his new chapter. He was proud of his work. Weirded out, but proud. Barry never knew he wanted to be a writer let alone be so good at it, but at this point nothing is impossible to the impossible.
He proudly smiles to himself before throwing another cheez-it in his mouth and chews loudly, which probably is the reason he didn't hear someone walk in.
His smile dropped and his eyes go wide when a feminine accent-filled voice reads out from behind: "Grabbing the Themysciran slut's waist with the force of a thousand vibrational molecules strangling against one another, Barry violently thrusts into—"
"Diana?!" Barry immediately shoves his phone between his legs, his face completely turned red like a strawberry.
END
To be determined (Mary Bromfield/Mary Marvel/Grace Caroline Currey)
Prompt: Mary Bromfield more magnificently known as Mary Marvel a member of the Shazamily is desperate to get a birthday gift for her little foster sister, Darla for 12th birthday surprise planned by her foster brothers: Billy, Freddy, Eugene, and Pedro, along with her foster mom and dad, Victor and Rosa. After horrifying adventures through the doors from The Rock of Eternity, Mary found the perfect gift and was ready for Darla's reaction when she opens it. It was going great for the first 30 mins, but that's when things went awry when Mary invited her boyfriend, Bradey to the party.
Bradey has induced a sort of-not really minor- drinking problem ever since he was rejected from his future college, and ever since then, he's just been a downright an awful son and horrible boyfriend. He constantly blows Mary off with his friends whenever she has plans, making lame excuses like his dog died or that he wasn't feeling well, would always pick a fight with his dad and little brother, get sent to jail for drinking and driving, he even attended his big brother's wedding while intoxicated. In short words, he wasn't boyfriend material and Mary's family even saw this-including Mary herself.
When Bradey arrived, surprise, surprise, you guessed it! Bradey was in fact drunk. All it took was for Mary to give him a kiss hello and she smelled the pungent stench of whiskey and booze. That's all Mary needed to finally put some sense into this man.
Shazamily household
Mary stomps out the threshold from her kitchen into her living room, her hand grasping tightly on Bradey. She was beyond furious for to ever invite him to a meaningful day, she should have known better. he should have known better.
"Sit." Mary sternly says, tossing him on the couch like a sack of potatoes. Bradey shifts lazily on the couch, immediately the smell of vomit infiltrated her nostrils to flare up.
"Woah what the hell, Mary. Relax! I'm still so fragile remember? By the way, you look so fucking sexy right now. God damn, I'm lucky!" he slurred.
Mary's chest was huffing, folding her arms over chest. "Do you think this is funny?"
"I think it's a fucking hoot. I mean did you see the look on your foster dad's face when I almost fell on Rosa?" He begins to chuckle. "I thought I was gonna crush her." Bradey says, fidgeting with the couch's arm rest loose string. His eyes didn't make contact with Mary's but if he did, he would see blazing fire of rage.
"Goddamit, Bradey! Don't you see how important this was for me? for them? Darla is just a kid and all she wanted was to have a day where we get her favorite things: rainbows and unicorns and balloon animals. And you ruined it!" Mary angrily says.
"Well, then, she's what, 12? she'll have many other birthdays. Just buy her the unicorns again and we can all sing the birthday song. Boom! problem solved." Bradey replied, still not making eye contact with Mary who at this point is dying to punch him in the balls, show him some pain the same pain he showed her.
She stayed silent though, cause if she was to speak her mind, she was afraid she'll say something that she won't take back. Mary was a smart girl after all.
Bradey however did notice. His eyes shift to Mary's, finding himself staring into a pit of snakes. He had some nerve to clear his throat. "Well? Are you going to talk to me? or are you going to just keep it locked inside like a charity case?"
Bradey has got some major balls to call Mary a charity case. At least she's not the one smelling like beer and dressed like an asshole. "Seriously?" Mary said in disbelief, she scoffs. "You want to hear it? Okay. Fine. Two times. TWO TIMES! I had to cover you from my family. I have tried so hard to convince them that you're a good guy, that you were a saint, but instead all I've tried to do is convince myself to not see the drunken, pathetic loser in front of me." Mary's voice boomed the rest of the room.
Billy moved from the dinner table to try and take a peek, but Rosa just grabs Billy by his shoulders and shakes her head. His eyes glance at Victor, who's holding Darla protectively by his belly and also shakes his head.
Bradey sighs, closing his eyes and taking a minute. Mary suddenly hears in a low whisper, "Babe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin anything. I just had a few drinks with the guys before I came."
Her fists clench white. "What?" She pauses. "What did-did I just hear that correctly?" her eyes grow narrow; a boiling sensation ignites from head to toes. Her voice grew louder, the frustration pouring out. "You're sorry? don't call me babe. You're sorry?! Look at yourself! You're wasted, Bradey. I can forgive that one time on our anniversary, you had just lost your job, but showing up drunk at my little sister's birthday with my fucking family in the room...that's crossing the line.
Bradey tried to reach out to her, his movements unsteady. "Come on, Mary. It's not that bad. I was just trying to have a good time."
"Good time...? You already got your ass thrown out of Yale for drinking and fighting!"
END
This is a special chapter in the works, tried to keep it a surprise but fuck it! Alex is 20 here btw.
Charmed Confession (Alex Russo/Selena Gomez)
Barry's POV:
It's been at least 3 months since I moved in apartment 13 in Waverly Place and I got to say, I thought living with two teenage girls was gonna be hard but surprisingly, it's actually been fun. Harper was easy to get knowing, she was just like me on my first day as a CSI: obedient, a know it all, go by the book kind, and a healthy conscious. Whenever I'll be experimenting or connecting cases together, Harper wouldn't hesitate to ask questions. It was clear she's intrigued with my work.
Then, there's Alex who is a rebel when it comes to doing anything work-related, she doesn't attend any clubs or any after school meetings—couldn't blame her, neither have I. I've been told by Harper that Alex is the type of girl who would rather watch someone fight a bear than to help them. She was extremely lazy, sarcastic, stubborn and super rude from time to time, but I can see through her facade. She's actually quite funny and just yesterday, I caught Alex with a bag of paint brushes, paint, and canvases. That's when I discovered she has a passion for art.
Alex and I had some interesting conversations about what we both like and what we both don't. Turns out, we are so different yet so similar on a spiritual level. Then I learn the unfathomable truth...Alex is a wizard.
She's been a wizard since she was born but her parents forbade her from doing magic till, she was 6. I knew Nazis exist in the multiverse but wizards? Never. According to Alex, her entire family bloodline—besides her mom—comes from the realm where all root of magic is born called: The Wizarding World.
On top of that, I discovered something else. Alex claims that the 13th floor has a barrier that is only visible and residential to beings from the wizarding world, but you might wonder how I was able to enter if I'm not a "wizard" well, since I'm not technically human—my connection to the speed-force—the wizarding world sees me as apart of the guild, permitting me access through the barrier.
Alex was very hesitant to tell me the truth about what she was because just like the Harry Potter books, Muggles aren't allowed to know anything from the wizarding world, and telling any human about magic, results to full extermination of your magic, leaving you to be human...forever. It'll feel like you were never apart of the wizarding world.
Fitting Alex told her life story, feels rather fair, I tell her and Harper mine. And I did, I tell them the truth about being the Flash, what I do, what I can do, and the reason I moved. To be honest, I was expecting Alex to make jokes, maybe doing her infamous listening while sleeping spell, but she actually was understanding. She even gave me a hug for being brave enough to share her my life story. I didn't want to say it, but these past weeks, I've grown to feel some sort of attraction to Alex...oh boy...
END
Monday Madness (Alex Danvers/Chyler Leigh)
As I get closer to the medbay, I whip out my Flash ring from my pocket and slide it onto my finger, ready for anything.
The door was slightly ajar and I peered inside. I was shocked!
Inside, I saw Alex sat on a table, butt-ass naked with her legs spread out!!!
My eyes quickly glance away in embarrassment but not before I catch what she's doing.
Her eyes are in a daze as she inserted something pink attached to a long string inside her vagina and—Oh man, that is—sh-She's actually-I mean...this is really happening in front of my own eyes right now!
Oh no, I think my heart's about to explode! It's beating way too fast! But not as fast as that vibrator is.
I mean, it is going really deep in her—Nope, shouldn't have investigated, I should have not investigated!
I could have left it well alone but I just had to be a nosy Allen! Good thing is she doesn't seem to notice me as she continues her actions while completely oblivious to my presence.
She seems so lost in the moment, so into what she's doing that she doesn't care or even notice if anyone sees her in this state.
Holy shit! I mean, she's really just sitting there using a mini vibrator on herself...completely naked. This is just so...I really don't know how to feel about this honestly.
In fact, I don't have a goddamn clue how it got to this point. I was simply looking for J'onn!
"Ahh...ahhh...oh fuck, yes...fill that sweet little pussy some more...oh man...that's so good!" She moaned saucily, and instantly I felt my friend downstairs slowly wake up.
Based on her dirty dialogue alone, Alex doesn't seem to pussy foot around, I guess.
I cup my groin, watching as Alex bites down her lip and tenderly squeezes her breasts, my mind races with thoughts, as I start to feel more and more aroused.
"Hnnnghhh...god, my tits feel so good to squeeze...If only Kelly touched me equivalent to this fucking vibrator I wouldn't...I wouldn't...Ahhh fuckkkk~!!"
As I watched Alex's pleasure, my legs weakened, my balance faltering, the sound of a quick thud, the realization of what I had stumbled upon washing over me.
My eyes quickly dart away from the medbay and I quickly hide behind the door, my heart pounding and my mind racing a mile a minute.
"What the fuck?!" I heard Alex panicked as she immediately got off the table. "Who's there?" She calls out.
I stay quiet, holding my breath—for someone unknown reason—as I worry that she will find me and perhaps be angry with me. Or worse, kill me.
I kept my back against the door, gripping my fists. Suddenly the room was quiet...too qui-ahh!
Before I knew it, the door swung open and I felt someone tug me by my jacket and bring me to the ground, hard.
END
Parent teacher Conference (Mia Smoak/Green Arrow/Katherine McNamara)
He knocks, then hears a loud: "Come in!" from the other side, in which Barry grabbed the handle, twisting and opening the door.
"Hi, sorry for being late—traffic was a bit of a buzz." Barry apologizes as he stepped in.
Her expression was weird towards Barry, like she was anticipating his entrance.
"You're right on time, Mr. Allen." Ms. Goldberg said, her tone surprisingly deep than he expected. "Please, have a seat."
He nods, walking to the front and sitting in one of the desks next to Mia. He gently rubs her shoulder and smiles.
"Mr. Allen," Ms. Goldberg began. "I'm sorry if I imposed on your afternoon."
"No, not at all. I just watched someone get fired." Barry gave a sheepish smile, but when no one gave a reaction, he says, "Which is not relevant, and definitely feel deeply sorry for him and his family." He cleared his throat. "So, um what is this about?"
"Well, it seems your goddaughter, Mia—"
"Just call her my daughter," Barry gently offered "Everyone does."
Ms. Goldberg forced a smile, unamused. "Right. Well, your daughter has done something excruciatingly painful towards the future of her education," she turns to Mia. "Mia, do you want to tell him or should I?" As expected, Mia looks down, sucking in her lips. Turning back to Barry, she deeply says, "Mr. Allen, Mia was caught cheating on her final exam."
Hearing that, Barry rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs heavily, heartbroken for himself and for Mia restoring to the very thing he's told her countless times not to do even when it might seem to be the only way.
"Mia," Barry warned, staring at her. "Honey, please tell me this isn't true."
Mia took a second, then mutters, "It's true."
"Why?!" Barry exclaimed. It was a low voice, but it still sounded disappointing and angry. "How could you do this to yourself?!"
"Because Barry, I had no choice!" Mia fired back. "There's too much pressure on me, and with school, and with my other job! I don't have the luxury to sit down on a table and memorize equations."
"You could have told me!" Barry whispered angrily. "Honey, I got a 95% on my final—I could have been your tutor, we could have done this together, sure, I struggled a bit but we could have struggled together, like a family!"
"I know!" Mia breathed, looking up at him. "It's—hard. Mom was always the one to help with my homework and now that she's," Mia sniffles, her lips quivering. "I don't know what to do anymore, Barry. I miss her."
Seeing tears stream down her face, Barry takes her hand and pulls her in for a hug.
"I miss her too, kiddo." He mutters against her neck. "This can never happen again, understand?" Barry pulls away. He nearly laughs at the amount of her mascara all washed from the tears. He raises his hand, running his thumb to wipe her tears, and cups her face. Gently, he says, "We love you Mia, and we need to see you succeed. This can never happen again. Promise me."
"I promise." Mia smiles.
Barry presses his lips on her head, rubbing her back then pulls away. Whispering still, he mutters, "I am however gonna take your bow and your suit for two months."
Mia chuckles. "Sounds reasonable."
END
(May be sweet but just wait till I'm finished MUAHAHAHHAHAHAH okay Ima shut the fuck up now)
This is the last one, I know, I know, didn't expect this one, did you?. Enjoy!
To Be Determined(Annabeth Chase/Alexandra Daddario)
Big House
In one of the spare rooms, Barry unloads his bag and takes out his clothes and hangs them up nicely in the closet, and goes in the bathroom with his hygiene bag and brushes his teeth, ready to slump for the night even tho he got a good rest in the med room at the camp.
He puts on a white t-shirt and red joggers. Just as he was about to move his bag to lift the covers to hop in bed, Annabeth suddenly appears in the door way, arms folded.
"Hey there, Hot Wheels."
Barry turns to her from the bed and smiles. "Hey yourself, Wise Girl"
She chuckles. "You sure gave us a scare back there with the whole light show," Annabeth teases, smiling straight at him.
She was also in a white shirt but with short red shorts and bare feet which just so conveniently happens to be related to the colors Barry has on at the moment.
"I-that wasn't my intention," Barry stuttered.
"Relax," Annabeth says calmly. "I'm messing with you," Barry let out a sigh of relief and lets go of the covers. After a silent period, Annabeth gently asks, "Can I...come in?" hoping he won't tell her not tonight so he could rest.
He nods. "Yeah, of course you can." Barry sweetly says, Annabeth walking into Barry's room which was nice to say the least.
I skipped a whole lot, cause why give too much?
Barry stares up at her and EVERYTHING SLOWS as Annabeth laughs, her brunette hair maneuvering when she turns.
Barry is in a trance. Music in his head build. Her voice was already contagious to him, her laugh...it was beautiful...she was smart...and God!, she was gorgeous. Her long toned legs. He takes note of her face: her hair cascades perfectly on each shoulder and her necklace around her neck.
Their eyes locked. The way her sparkling blue eyes stares directly into Barry's was as if they seemed to be calling to him. She looks so...kissable?
Barry gets up and makes his way towards her. They stare at each other, Annabeth turns serious as she stares at his lips then back at his eyes. Barry smiles.
That's when their lips meet into a sweet kiss. Annabeth grins, can't help it. She grabs his nape and pulls him closer, backing up and accidentally pinning herself against the wall. Barry cups her cheeks, his pecks pressing into her breasts sends a wave of prominent pleasure spearing her whole body and sets Annabeth to press into his lips a little harder.
Barry could see why Annabeth is the daughter of Athena, her hubris, deadly pride. Thinking she can do anything better than everyone, even the gods, like how she's showing that right now with her kisses, Annabeth is kissing him like there is no tomorrow: biting down on his lip and letting go, sucking his tongue, completely trying to fuck the living Tartarus of his mouth. She runs her hands down his back, tingling up his broad shoulders, down his arms and looping right back where she started. She wanted to feel him, needed to feel him.
Barry although wasn't gonna let her have her way yet. Annabeth sighed as Barry-without any effort what so ever, even tho Annabeth is trying her absolute best to explore him-enters her mouth with his talented tongue.
She showed how much she wanted this when grabbing his hips and pushing deep into him, closing the gap she had leaning on the wall.
Barry grasps both her hips and controlled her every motion, which also couldn't control the impulses in her body. She would arch her back up from the wall, then down, then up again, then down, all while letting out soft hungry moans, fueling up Barry's erection he had bending in his pants.
Alright that's all you get for now! Yessir I'm stingy af