Dc Comics Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Carmen giggled and said I was cute and she hoped to see me soon again! Months later on the gram I was being sarcastic in comments and I received a message from Carmen's brother, can you believe that!! He said he needed help and I was going to help them out with her live streams! I was honored I said ok sure and could you believe it as her fandom grew my responsibilities did too! I was helping them out everywhere on the internet! Yeeting Stalkers and watching for negative comments and weird people honestly! At first it was weird and random people would always tell me how I am stupid and they hate me! the comments was always the worse but i ended up making friends ! Luke and Luz are my best fr

You started the song Izzy Valentine, you must complete it. “What’s your favorite comic?” he breathes as we stand there, pretending not to notice Larry. “Huh?” Ivan sighs, standing in front of me, forcing me to look at him. “What’s the name of your favorite comic book? It could be the one you’ve written, or the one you read.” Oh. That was easy. “Banana Splash.” He quirks a brow, and I feel my cheeks heat up. “It’s about this kid who slipped on a banana peel and ended up in an alternate universe where he was the villain, and had to figure out how to beat the super heroes. He also had banana powers.”

I pat his thigh. He sucks in a breath and I snatch my hand quickly. His birthday is approaching, and so he is in heat, another reason we always show up late. He glances at me, biting his lip. I glance at Maria at the back, content with the Lego piece of batman we built together last night while I was hiding out in her room from Noah. He caught me, dragging me back to our room and Batman is missing a right arm because of it. She’s betrayed me by the way, she loves DC characters more than Marvel characters.

Leaving my life behind to follow characters on their journey is the only way I know how to breathe. "I love reading. I'm a bit of a romance novel fan and an avid comic book reader." Jeremy goes into his bag and pulls out old Batman comics. He hands them to me. "I thought you might want to try these. They're my favorite comics." I take them from him. Our hands accidentally touch. My heart launches into a thousand fireworks. I've started to have these feelings on my journey to healing Jeremy. Feelings of caring for him. Feelings that I've only ever read about in novels.

Outside, the wind howled, the window rattled. She hated how empty her space felt without his voice—even if it was just a growl in her ear. She hated that someone else—Fox—was starting to sound like him. Or worse… that they were blending together in her head. Part V – A Story Posted Too Soon That night, she logged in to her story-sharing site, the one where Domica whispered fantasies for her followers to devour. She hadn’t posted in weeks. Until now. She uploaded one called: “The Fox and the Fire.”

Maybe, I have pushed him too far, but I find I don’t really care because he deserves it. “You will regret choosing that rat over me I promise you. I am whats good for you but you are too stubborn to see it but don’t worry soon you will” he straightens his clothes and touches the sore spot on his face that is beginning to bruise and leaves. I sit there in silence after he leaves, trying to make sense of what has just happened. My phone beeps, its Marcus letting me know he is making dinner and so I should not be late for dinner; he also tells me he has discovered something called the DC universe and his crush now is Jason Momoa and that he and Aqua man are going to have a village of kids and l

Looking up at me from her upside-down position, Blanca's eyes met mine. I refrained from smiling amidst the pandemonium, but there was no denying that Blanca always managed to make life interesting. Out of all the Johnson kids, she and I had a special bond. On my twenty-fifth birthday, she had written an Avengers fanfiction where Bucky Barnes and Captain America were more than just friends. It had been entertaining as hell. "Blanca, are you ready to go?" I asked her, trying to maintain a composed demeanor in the midst of the chaos.