DSMP ONESHOTS

Saving grace (Pogbur x reader)

Y/n is gender neutral in this but wears a dress at some point you can imagine a suit if you want i just think it's more fitting in the story :]

Y/n Pov:

Schlatt is not a merciful man. I've learnt that the hard way over the years. And now he's running for president of this country, I think it's called Manburg? Wait no it's L'Manburg.

Anyway that's not the point. I have no doubt that he will destroy this poor unsuspecting nation. He'll steal it right under the founders noses and turn it to dust. Just another blemish on a map where some town used to be.

And tomorrow is the day we find out who won the election. Gods I have not got high hopes for this.

I'd tell you I'm his running-mate but that would be a boldfaced lie. He expects very little of me (or at least he says so) and just wants me around to "keep him company". I think we all know what that means.

"Hey gorgeous! What are ya doin' just starin' at a wall blankly? Ain't you gonna hype me up? I mean I know I'm gonna win but still! Gotta keep me entertained don't ya?" A raspy Brooklyn accent calls from the other side of the bed.

"How may I entertain you schlatt?" I reply, tiredness slipping into every syllable like puzzle pieces.

"Eh, I dunno sweetcheeks, make somethin' up." He groans in response.

So, as to not incur his wrath, I roll over, making him do the same before wrapping my arms around his torso and somehow getting my face comfortable in the crook of his stubbly, hair covered neck.

Somehow he's happy with this and we fall asleep like that. It's surprisingly cosy, and so so safe.

I fall asleep clinging to the feeling of safety because I know by the morning it will have evaporated.

———TIMESKIP———

Schlatt rose with the sun that morning, thus waking me up. He can't be awake without his beloved plaything being awake too.

"Hey darlin', get the fuck up todays the election results!" He playfully punches me on the back of the head, clearly ignorant to the fact that he's physically stronger than he looks and his punches hurt.

Sleepily rubbing my eyes, I get up and throw on something nice from my wardrobe before getting some makeup on. Mainly just concealer for my seemingly permanent eyebags and some eyeliner.

Schlatt makes coffee and we skip breakfast to get to the podium early.

The former president and his vice are the second to arrive.

"Schlatt..? I wasn't sure you were serious about this," the handsome, taller man laughed nervously.

"Oh I came early Wilbur" schlatt smugly responded. "Have you met y/n? They are my dazzling partner."

I just meekly smile and wave at the men. "Hello"

"Hey! I'm Wilbur and that's Tommy!" The m- Wilbur gestures to the younger, blonde boy before going to shake my hand. Damn he can't be older than 17, how is he vice president of a whole country?! Worrying.

"Y/n, it's great to meet you" I reply politely shaking his hand.

God I'm to tired to be doing this. Why'd I have to be here anyways? I'm not even his running mate!