Smash Bros Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

I unlocked my phone before I could overthink it, thumb hovering over the Play Store. Five minutes later, I was officially on Smashr. Then I set up a profile that fit exactly into Noah’s “preferences” and swiped through the endless motherfuckers until–fuckin finally. DickensDatBooty has matched with you. I grinned and opened a chat. If Noah wanted to play, it was gonna have to be a game I created. Me: You really love Dickens so much that you made it your entire personality? I shot the text, making sure it’s different from the endless flirts in his message requests so I stood out to him.

Make her hurt as bad as I do. Stepping into the room, I tore a framed photo off the wall. "See this? This was my senior prom. Dee did my hair because you weren't here. Ian's mama bought me the dress." I smashed the photo on the floor, scattering glass everywhere. "And this one. This was my tenth birthday. Daddy spent that whole week making me a hope chest." I smashed that one, too. "And this was my confirmation." Smash. "Ian and I playing by the creek." Smash. "Rick and I trying to make Easter dinner." Smash. One by one, the photos came off the wall until there weren't any memories left to throw in her face.

“I said I won’t run it like this. I want more of the last part of the article. This potential mutiny between Savannah and her supposed friends would make a dynamite piece.” Mia furrowed her brow. “But, I’m not sure how I’ll get much more on that. It was complete luck that they were so close and we were hidden out of view. We’re are really unlikely to get that again.” A smirk spread across Brook’s face. “You’re not going to be hidden. You’re going to become one of them.” Mia just stared at Brook for a minute, unsure if she had really heard her right. “What…what do you mean?”