"Smg3...can i still catch up to you?"

🖤Roomies 🖤

(Mainly a smg34 based story so BE WARNED PL!!)

🖤-angst

❤️-smut

🤍-fluff

🔞-HEAVY smut. like 'he fucked him hard and restless, his eyes rolling back as he hit the hilt with each brutal, sloppy thrust.' or something like that idk. HELP?-

‼️- scary/might cause nightmares idk?

🫂- $H. (aka- self harm/ panic attack/ anything that might trigger something remotely similar.)

Just another lovely day.

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Smg4 can be found in his room, sitting in a corner playing with beeg (his pet!) 

Smg3's room had recently been under construction because mario decided it would be funny to shoot a canon in his room, it wasn't funny at all. (Mario has lost spaghetti for three weeks he's going insane lol) While smg3 hasn't anyone to sleep with, and he's certainly not sleeping on the couch, no of course not. So smg4 invited smg3 to sleep with him until his room was complete, which smg3's response is still on hold. Smg3 can be found in smg4's room, petting egg dog.

"Oh my baby! You're such a cuteface, yes you are, yes you are!!!" 3 spoke aloud, holding eggnog closer. "Hey, Smg4." 3 started, grabbing smg4's attention away from beeg for a moment. 

"Smg3?" smg4 responded, sitting up straight to show smg3 he had his full attention.

"Do you know why Mr puzzles used us to be perfect? I mean, we are probably most imperfect things he's ever seen." Smg3 admitted, but he wanted smg4 to answer, or atleast have some information that could guide him to what mr puzzles was thinking in his plan.

Smg4 hesitated, opening his mouth, but no words escaped.

"It's... complicated... He wanted to be perfect, just like i did."

Smg3 blinked, then smiled a little.

"I hope your still okay from that..."

"I'm fine, are you alright?..." 

🖤ANGST WARNING!!!!! ANGST. ANGST HERE!🖤

Smg3's smile faded at the question. He wasn't okay. But he wouldn't hurt smg4 for anything. He didn't want to. He didn't wanna burden him with his problems.

"I'm fine."

Smg4's smile quivered, slightly uneasy, but he just nodded.

"Alright. Well it's almost midnight, and you look tired, i think it's best if you got some rest. I'll feed Eggdog."

Smg3's smile regained, nodding and sitting on smg4's bed. 

"Hey, 4... I never really thought to buy a sleeping bag for this...." he spoke, his voice hesitant and unsteady.

"Oh, well that's alright. We've slept before anyway." he said, his soft smile regaining.

Smg3 nods, tucking himself in under the covers and clicking the light off, the soft lamp on smg4's setup still lightly dimmed the area around smg4, while smg3's little bubble was dark, and quiet.

Smg4 blinked, his grin faltering. He waited until he heard smg3's breath even out and heavy, before speaking just above his whisper.

"I know he isn't fine... i can tell by the look in his eyes..." he muttered, his eyes flickering to his hands. "I hope he knows he can trust me..." he said, sitting at his work desk. 

"What am i on about... we've been through so much, and barely any are good memories. How could he trust someone like me? I've... i've traumatized him." he said, gulping at the thought.

You hurt him.

You make him not fine.

Your untrustable.

It's all your fault.

he thought.

"Ugh... get out of my head." he whispered, clawing at his hair.

"4?" 3 said sleepily, sitting up just barely.

smg4's attention quickly snapped to 3, his eyes widening as he hid his hands in his lap.

"Oh- hey 3. You alright??"

"Im fine, but you don't seem ok." 3 said, his voice cracking with worry.

"No no, don't worry about me. I'm just a little lost in thought."

Lost in thought? It wasn't thought. It was the truth. He felt it. He knew it. He needed 3 to understand that.

But 3 couldn't even take care of himself.

Hehe that's the end of chapter 1! I hope y'all enjoyed 😓 i'm sorry for the angst already - but i think it coordinated with their character! i'll be posting chapter 2 in less than 7 days ><!!!

also sorry it's so short, i got lazy and i gotta go to skewl in the morning!!!