dream smp x reader : oneshots

↳ ❝ she's got me like nobody ❞

Request?: nah
Irl or minecraft?: kinda both? like its the character of schlatt but still kinda irl??
Type: fluff
Length:

Summary: as schlatt's girlfriend, y/n grew famous in the gambling world, though when poker becomes a game of reputation and ego rather than just skill and a little bit of luck, it becomes a lot more than just numbers, but even then, the queen of poker won't go down without a fight
(a/n: i've been really interested in the world of gambling and poker and stuff like that, so i decided to write this. if you don't know poker values, you can just find them on google or smth lmao:))

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you sat at the wooden table, sat on your boyfriends lap. you looked at the cards in your hand, though you didn't smirk, nor did you smile or sulk. you were emotionless. you had on that poker face. you glanced at your opponent, at the purple, black, and maroon poker chips in the middle of the table, the rings your boyfriend had on, as well as your dry martini you had on the table. it was the final hand of the night for the loser, and it was all or nothing. you both made a deal with each other that the loser must not only bet everything they had that night, as well as leave and simply not come back. not only was it a game of money and gambling, as well as a game of reputation; the loser would lose everything they had, and you couldn't deny, you were a little worried.

"you know you can just fold, my darling n/n, i'll try and make sure your poor ego doesn't break as much," your opponent snickered. you heard his little posse snicker, as well as his little bimbo who sat next to him, almost draped over his lap whilst still on her own chair, drinking on her little dainty champagne glass.

you felt schlatt tighten his hand around your waist, and you tried to lean into him just enough for him to be the only one to notice. "just play your fucking cards, bitch. stop being a little pussy. afraid you're gonna have to pay up, bitch? i swear to fuckin'..." schlatt grumbled, grabbing his glass of grey goose. your opponent chuckled again, but you had to keep your poker face. you had to. leaving your face unreadable affects how you do. if your opponent can read you, you're done before you even put your cards down.

"you might wanna watch your little manwhore there, might bite 'cha," one of the members of your opponents posse barked out, causing the rest of them to cackle out ugly laughs. you clicked your nails on the table in an extent to stay emotionless while still trying to healthily calm yourself down. schlatt put down his glass of grey goose, and started to rub your thigh. you felt a small shiver go down your spine at the feeling of his cold hand from the glass, as well as his rings that decorated each of his fingers.

you made every effort you could to not react, as you watched your opponent brag about his card hand, and how it was unbeatable and blah blah blah. you sat still, trying to keep yourself steady as you started trying to form sets with your cards within your mind without moving them, and when you realized the play you could make, you hid your smirk behind your neutral, poker face. you carefully and almost gracefully rearranged your cards to form the set, before looking back up at your opponent.

"well then, since you're so confident in your cards, why don't you show first?" you said, with as little sarcasm as possible, trying to not seem cocky.

your opponent only smirked as he laid down all 5 of his cards, and you just stared at them. It was a straight flush. 9 through king, all hearts. The highest straight possible. he cackled out a drunk laugh. "now fold bitch; i know you ain't got shit better than this."

you straightened your face as you lid down your 5 cards. he still kept his smile, but as his fell, your's raised. you had a royal flush. 10 through ace, all spades. the highest card hand in the game, since you were playing without jokers. the dealer walker over, clarifying your win, and making sure with both parties that this was your two's last game, and cleaned up the table for the next components. you stood from schlatt's lap and dusted off your dress a little, pulling it down so you didn't have a slip, and started to pick up the chips to cash them out. though as you looked at the chips you were picking up, specifically the singular orange , $10k chip, your now ex-opponent spoke up.

"i don't know what cheating bullshit you pulled sweetheart, but when i fucking find out, your dead. all your money's gonna feed back into my credit card and ima buy a fucking yacht with that shit-"

though as schlatt stood up, he stopped talking, it wasn't an issue of schlatt being a lot taller; truthfully, they were about the same height. it was more of an issue of his overall intimidation level.

"fucking- never mind," he said, holding onto his little bimbo's waist for dear life, as he walked out of the poker area, and walked over to the slot machines. as he left, schlatt pulled you towards him again, holding onto your back through the opening in your dress, and you two could almost hear the fucking glare sent to you when they passed.

schlatt kissed your forehead while holding your chin with his hand. "i'm proud of you angel; let's go cash this shit out then we can crash at home, okay?" you only nodded. you grabbed onto his hand as you walked over to the main counter holding the poker chips that were gambled, getting the money put on your card. before leaving, waving a 'goodbye' to the regulars and the staff that you knew quite well, considering your status. schlatt got into the drivers seat, you in the passengers of his car, and just mindlessly drove back home.

when you got back, it took mere seconds for your exhaustion to catch up to you, so you just walked upstairs, threw yourself on the bed, and just lied there half asleep in your dress and heels, too tired to take any of it off. and before you knew it, you were out like a light at curfew.

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schlatt walked into the room, removing his tie, exhaling., before looking over at you lying on the bed, still in your gambling clothes.

"y/n you gotta change before bed hun." no response. "y/n?"

he walked over to the bed, hearing your little snores, and seeing your slow breaths. he shook his head, and finished getting himself into some decent sleeping clothes, before grabbing some out for you. he started to carefully take off the dress, heels, and bra, instead putting you in a pair of his pajama pants and a tank top. he made sure to brush out your hair a little, just brushing through the hairspray, and hair mousse. he grabbed some makeup remover and removed what you had on, before throwing away the little cotton pads he used. he then carefully picked you up a little, brought you up closer to the top of the bed, before climbing in on the other side, pulling the blanket over you both, and bringing you closer to him, before falling asleep, but not before one last kiss...

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wordcount: 1274

wrote: december.21.22
edited: january.14.23