The Things We Do :: Dream SMP x Reader

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟻𝟶 - 𝚈/𝚗'𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐

Your e/c eyes held a joyful twinkle, watching Tommy splutter in disbelief as his brother gestured him up to the podium.

"Hello everyone." The teenager took a deep breath, others greeting him back, before continuing. "Hello. Well, it looks like we've won. And- and I never thought I'd say this, but even after the hardships, the tyranny that we've been through, after everything, it was meant to be."

Through his sunglasses, Eret's eyes widened and he let out a laugh. "That's my line!"

"It was always meant to be." You smiled, squeezing Wilbur's hand briefly.

"Er, and, Wilbur," Tommy chuckled slightly, "thank you. For making me the president. And- and I know you said I never would be, I couldn't be. And after a bit of thinking, I decided... yeah. I can't be."

A murmur of confusion. A gasp. Your eyebrows raised just slightly.

Tommy continued. "And as much as this is everything to me, as much as this would have been everything - I've still got unfinished business. Because Dream, you've still got those discs."

Dream grinned cheekily, making a motion as if to doff a hat.

"Until I've got those discs back, it's not fair for me to take my place in L'manberg. L'-" the blonde stressed the 'L'- "-L'manberg. So, Wilbur, I know you had your points where we thought you were gonna, y'know, fuckin' blow the whole place up - I know that's just talk now!"

Wilbur laughed and playfully saluted Tommy. The blonde teenager returned the gesture, and chuckled before continuing.

"So, we did this, and there wasn't a single explosion." Tommy had a satisfied look on his face as he surveyed the crowd. "Wilbur? Take your place on the podium. And Dream? This isn't over."

You reassured Wilbur with a simple nod, him then speaking into the microphone. "Alright, I'll keep this brief as possible. Tommy, that was... good of you. And, so, the first thing I'll do is to scrap that flag. It's not our nation anymore."

You cheered, accepting Niki's tight hug amidst Wilbur's words. "Yellow, black, red, white, and blue. That's how it should be. However, I also cannot be your president."

Eyebrow raise count: two.

A soft murmur rose from the crowd, though it died down within a second. Wilbur was always able to control crowds well.

"Techno, you've taught me a lot," Wilbur noted. "You taught me that government isn't the way to go. So, let me hand off the presidency. To say goodbye to my nation... our nation, our L'manberg, and there's only one other person who I want to come up to the stage."

Wilbur smiled, this one seeming to symbolize a final rest. "Let me welcome your next president of L'manberg."

"Y/n L/n."

Your eyes widened, your cheeks flushed red, and your body froze in place as the crowd erupted into chaos around you.

"YEAHHHH! GO Y/N!" Tubbo yelled, waving his hands up erratically.

Your head turned to Tommy next, who gave you a lopsided smile and spoke. "Good job, Y/n. I guess. Women, uh, Primes, I am massive."

A light laugh escaped your lips. Classic Tommy.

Eret grabbed your shoulders, shaking you with his own excitement. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Go on, get up there," Fundy insisted, coming over to nudge you playfully.

"C'mon, Y/n," Wilbur said, leaning into the microphone one last time. "It's your podium now."

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It was unusually warm for a December afternoon.