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[Request] 💜🤍 🪷 💋 🔎🔄 A Sunset Kiss (SMG3 x Reader)

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Art by 'SMG4' on YouTube

TWs // Bombs, Mentions of Theft

🤍⚪ Y/N's POV
🎰 Time/Arc: WOTFI 2023, End of 'WOTFI 2023', The Sunset Scene
🔎 Transcript: 'War Of The Fat Italians 2023' (34:41 - 35:07)

"Hey guys! What's going on?" I asked with a smile on my face as I spotted the two Super Meme Guardians standing in a corner of The Showgrounds.

"How'd the heist go? Did the fans pick the right options? Did you get the notebook back?" I blurted out quickly, realising that they must've just gotten back from their casino heist!

"They sure did!" SMG4 replied proudly as SMG3 held his notebook up, keeping a watchful eye on both of us to make sure that neither of us snatched it.

I felt sorry for him, already knowing that he was going to be more protective over his stuff than ever now; the Fat Italian should never have stolen something that didn't belong to him.

"It was way too close, though." 3 snapped, turning his head to look at 4. I rolled my eyes, already knowing what was about to happen. "If your fans had gotten one more option wrong, then we would've been doomed, and I would've lost my sussy notebook! I kept saying that we shouldn't trust them! And what was with that Snowtrapped question? It was so stupid."

"Hey, it worked, didn't it?! Without the fans, we would never have gotten the good ending or your notebook back. I kept telling you that they've always had my back and that this time would be no different! Plus, they knew what they were getting themselves into." 4 argued back thoroughly, trying to defend his fans as best as he could. After all, he was right; they more than likely would've failed without them.

I let out a slight sigh, having a feeling that they were only going to continue bickering. They may be ex-rivals now, but they were still constantly at each other's throats.

"Urghhh, whatever. You're an idiot anyway." the tsundere half-muttered, annoyed, rolling his eyes, and I was a bit shocked at how abruptly they'd stopped arguing.

"You know what? Now that Y/N's here, I can make my announcement." he announced, a grin almost instantly appearing on his face as he put his purple notebook back into his dungaree pocket.

"Huh?" "Announcement?" 4 and I both said in unison, before we both looked at each other, shrugged, and turned back to 3.

"I, SMG3, declare that I will be building a brand new café/evil lair in this spot and will be moving into The Showgrounds!" he declared in a half-dramatic voice, and I felt a mix of excitement and shock begin to fill me at his words.

"Wait... why is there so many bombs?" the meme man asked panickedly, looking at a metal container that was literally overflowing with the amount of purple bombs that it contained.

"'Cause bombs are evil and badass!" 3 yelled while pointing at the container, with a massive grin on his handsome face, before relaxing back into a quieter, and cuter, tone. "I'll call it 'III's Coffee N' Bombs'. Where you can get your daily source of caffeine and explosives!"

"You really didn't think that it would just be a regular café, did you?" I whispered sarcastically into my best friend's ear as he shook his head disapprovingly.

Almost in response, his dark blue eyes suddenly lit up as an idea came to him.

"Aww, did you want to move to be closer to your friends?" he asked with a cheeky smile, which made me let out a laugh.