Enemies. (A Smg34 fanfic) || ♥️

After Party

(TW ⚠️)

• Mild Swearing
•Mentions of alcohol

(This story takes place after SMG4's newest movie: Western Spaghetti. You are reading in 3rd person. Enjoy!)

10:48 PM

'That was wild' Smg3 thought internally, trudging around The Showgrounds. It was the day after the gang had visited the Wild West. Or, y'know, escaped the simulation. Meggy and Tari weren't doing so good. But... they discided to try and clear their minds by having everyone get together. It was fun, sure. But Smg3 was left with the mess. The alcohol tasted like shit. Of course it did, it was Saikos personal supply. She liked the hard shit I guess.
Everyone had head out for the night, but Smg3 promised he would help clean for Smg4 at the beginning of the night, since Smg3 didn't like the alcohol. He agreed, but he started to regret it.

"What a mess." 3 mumbled under his breath as he picked up an empty beer bottle. He was almost done cleaning. He could get home and relax for the night, set up his streaming stuff for the morning.

The thought of home brought 3 a little cheer. It motivated him to continue cleaning.
"There. I'm done." 3 grumbled under his breath. He started to trudge over to the garbage bin to dump the trash into the bin.

3 holstered the garbage over his shoulder, dumping the beer bottles and food wrappers into the bin. Until something beside the garbage bin caught his eye.

"Mhh?" Smg4 mumbled, turning over. He blinked up at 3. He was clearly wasted.

"What are you doing in the dirt idiot. Go back to your RV" 3 scoffed, pointing to 4's RV.

Smg4 simply shook his head
"Sss— is all trashed. An' I don't wanna sleep in trash" Smg4 blubbered. He turned over, visibly shivering. Smg3 shook his head, looking to the RV. Yikes, it was trashed. 3 looked back down at 4, visibly annoyed.
"Come on dude. You can't just lay in the dirt." 3 protested, nudging him with his foot. 4 grumbled something, waving his hand
"No" he murmured, curling up on the ground. He refused to get up.
Smg3 sighed with annoyance. He peered down at 4, then back at the trashed RV, then back down at 4.
3 pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing under his breath.

"God dammit" 3 muttered softly, standing over 4
"Fine. let's go." 3 crouched down and picked up 4, cradling him in his arms. He huffed softly as he struggled to hold him
"What are you doing??" Smg4 questioned, visibly surprised at the sudden contact.
"Don't make it weird, stupid. I'm taking you back to my place for tonight so you don't have to sleep in the RV." Smg3 replied bluntly.
"Wh.. huh..." 4 muttered back. Smg3 rolled his eyes. He summoned a portal to The Internet Graveyard and walked through with Smg4. Just like that they were in the Starbucks.

Eggdog was excited to see Smg3, he hadn't seen him in hours. Eggdog barked with joy at the sight of 3.
Smg3 was clearly struggling a little to carry 4, but he stayed strong. He smiled at the sight of his Eggdog.
"Hey boy. One second, okay?" Smg3 trudged to his room. It was mostly clean, with a couple cups on the bedside table half full with coke. There was also a computer setup on the other side of the room beside a window. 3 walked up to his bed and dropped 4 softly on the bed, exhaling softly. "Thank you... 3" Smg4 yawned softly, stretching out his arms. 3 undid the sheets, and gently put the blanket over 4.
"Whatever. Just go to sleep. We'll talk in the morning."
3 excused him, walking to the door. He looked back at 4 in bed, and sighed. He reached for the handle. "Uh... 3, where will you sleep?" Smg4 suddenly blurted out, he sounded so tired and wasted.
"Couch. No biggie, I'll survive." 3 muttered, opening the door.

Suddenly, Smg4 spoke up again. "Wait"

Smg3 paused, shutting his eyes in annoyance.
"What do you want."
"I have a question..."

Smg3 tapped the doorknob impatiently
"Make it quick"
"Oh ye... very quickkk" SMG4's voice trailed off

"Spit it out, dumbass." Smg3 got more impatient. He just wanted to go to bed.

"Please... stay."

3 froze, caught off guard. "What..?" Why would 4 want him to stay? Was he messing with him? Was it the beer talking?
"Huh.?!?"

"Don't wanna... be alone.." Smg4 groaned, looking over at 3. Smg3 looked out the door then back at 4.
"Uh— no." 3 rejected bluntly, though he seemed to linger.
"Please, 3?" Smg4 whined.
Smg3 checked out the door, the looked back at 4. There was a moment of silence. Smg3 sighed in annoyance. 'Why do I give in to him' he thought internally.

"Fine. But not for long." Smg3 reluctantly trudged over to the bed, sitting down and taking off his shoes before laying down beside 4. He covered himself with the blanket.
"Now go to sleep." 3 sneered, looking at the ceiling. He exhaled, relaxing.

Suddenly, he felt SMG4's arms wrap around himself as he got settled in. "Huh—" Smg3 muttered as he quickly looked down at 4

"Mhhhm... warm" Smg4 whispered as he nuzzled into Smg3.
"Oh-.." Smg3 murmured as he felt SMG4's warm grasp around him. He felt deflected.
"..." Smg3 couldn't help but feel... content with SMG4's physical touch. He started to smile a little as 4 got comfortable. Smg3 reluctantly put his arm around 4 as well, softly smiling.

"Huh?" Smg4 muttered.
"Eh— nothing! Nothing. Just— go to sleep, alright?" Smg3 deflected, blushing slightly.

"Mmm" Smg4 grumbled, slowly falling asleep in SMG3's arms. There was an awkward silence between the two for a few minutes. Smg3 tried to resist the urge of falling asleep in 4's grasp, but he was tired, and aching from cleaning up. So he rested his head on 4, and fell asleep.

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8:21 AM

The blinding sunlight shines through the window, right into SMG4's eyes. He yawned quietly, squeezing the pillow he is cuddling. He sits up and rubs his eyes, opening them. He gasps in shock
"WH—WHAT THE HELL??"
"Mmm..." Smg3 groaned as his eyes also get blinded by the sunlight. He turns his head to look up at Smg4, who looks totally shocked.
"WHAT AM I DOING IN YOUR BED??."
Smg3 sprang up waving his arms "You were wasted last night. I took you here..." Smg3 sneered, not fully awake.
"We're we... we're we CUDDLING??"
"YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WAS CUDDLING ME!"
"I CANT BELIEVE YOU SLEPT WITH ME.!!"
"YOU LITERALLY ASKED ME TO!"
"I WAS DRUNK DUMBASS!"
"OKAY OKAY JUST LEAVE—!!"
Smg3 quickly opens a portal, going back to the Showgrounds.
"WE NEVER SPEAK OF THIS." Smg4 glares at 3, a soft blush spreading alone his cheeks
"OKAY JUST GO..!!"
4 steps through the portal, and it closes. Smg3 sighs a sigh of relief, shaking his head in annoyance. 'What a fuckin' weirdo.' He thinks to himself, before noticing his cap on the bedside table.

"Oh no."

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Thank you so much for reading my VERY FIRST STORY!! Again, I do apologize if it's bad in any way. These two rot my brain and I wanted to write about them. So, yeah! Stick around for future stories!
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