Heart of the war. [Smii7y x Reader]

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"SMITS WAKE UP!" She screamed over the phone.

"I refuse." Jaren casually said, yawning.

"My phone is still at 51 percent," the girl replied, only to realize :

"Did we sleep on the phone together?" Jaren asked.

"Smits, is that even a question??" She put her eye up to the camera as he did the same with his.

"SCREENSHOTTED."

"OUR EYES ARE KISSING, JAREN."

"YES THEY ARE. THEY ARE MAKING OUT."

Y/N screenshotted her side and went to Twitter with it.

"Twitter will approve of our marriage, if you and john arent married already, of course." She went tapping away at her phone.

"Sh, he doesnt have to know!"

After a few minutes the tweet was posted, Jaren had already commented on it :

"Dont let john know about this" he typed out.

A few other fans replied laughing emojis, other positive reactions from the two creators.

A few minutes later the two airheads received a notification from Twitter about another comment.

"Oh my god, Y/N your fans snitched holy shit!" Y/N snickered at Smii7ys reaction, adding john to the call.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING FUCKING MY HUSBAND, HUH?!"

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You watched your intro screen roll up, checking chat incase it couldnt be viewed.

"SMII77YYYYYYY!" You yelled into your mic, awaiting an answer.

"OUCH MY EARS, YOU DUMB BITCH!"

"WHEN THE FUCK DID BLARG GET HERE??" you screamed without realizing it.

"HOLY SHET!" matt said in return.

"You wanna trios wi me and smits?" Asking as if nothing had happened, you asjusted one of your short sleeves to fit your shoulder comfortably.

"sure."

"yes."

Smii7y came in the call a few moments later as he started up his stream, getting it fully up and running.

"Chat wish me luck i havent played warzone since the 3 shot uzi meta!"

(The 3 shot uzi isnt exactly a meta but i mde it one for this specific fanfic! Just imagine people running around with uzis just 3 shotting people like dmrs.)

"You havent played since then?" You butt in.

"Its honestly so annoying, i cant play the game. Ive tried off cam but its stupid." Jaren added, defeated.

"Just annoy them fuckers with riot shields on yer back!" Blarg screamed.

"Hes got a point, smits!"

Jaren was lost deep in thought. 'Smits', he was lost thinking about that nickname. Hes never thought about it this hard before, so why now?

"Smits?" You ask to see if hes there.

Jaren likes the nickname. It made him fuzzy, a different kind of wholesome from hearing 'smithers'.

"Huh! Yeah?"

"Whatcha thinkin about?" Y/N asked slyly.

"Bunger?"