Fuck Special Snowflakes Who Think Like This.

This just seems so realistic to me lol

Hi. I was wondering if you could do a tomxreader story where the reader does the ‘slam the car door prank’ and Harrison and his brothers are all in the car going “ OH you f-cked up man”

hope u like<33

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Today was just a low-key Saturday spent with Tom and the boys: Harry, Harrison, Sam and Tuwaine.

Sure, you don’t play as many video games as them, and you don’t go through as many beers as them, but you consider yourself just as close to them as Tom is. It’s sweet really, even if you all don’t always get along.

Tonight, you’re voting on where to eat dinner. You bargained for Italian food, but after Tom brought up barbecue, everyone had outvoted you and you ended up going into town for some good roasted meat.

Tom sat beside you, hand on your thigh while everyone eats and converses about last week’s golf results and an upcoming project Harrison has. You can’t help but feel a little neglected, but you’re not upset about it. You like the opportunity to stay on the sideline and observe Tom in his home, being with his family and those he truly cares about.

Harry and Tuwaine go to the bathroom together while fighting about who spilled the sauce on Harry’s hand. You’re chuckling to yourself, on your phone and scrolling through your for-you-page. You scroll across a certain trend you want to try out immediately. Tom pays the check while Harrison flirts with the waitress who, by the looks of it, seems to be flirting back. You’re proven correct when she gives him her number.

“Sorry we couldn’t get Italian, love,” Tom says after setting the bill down and putting his wallet back in his pocket.

It’s the first time you’ve truly talked to him in the last seven hours. You smile, shaking your head. “‘S fine. No worries, baby.”

He smiles, wrapping an arm around you while Harry and Tuwaine come back.

“We ready to go?”

Harrison nods, waving goodbye to the waitress and you scoot out of the booth, linking your hands with Tom. The six of you make your way to the minivan. Tom has the keys, so you call shotgun, something that has Harry and Sam groaning.

“You got it on the way!”

“Well you got your barbecue so it’s only fair!”

“I thought we were going to get ice cream because you didn’t get to eat your Italian food,” Harry brought up.

“Yeah!” Sam says while climbing into the backseat. You roll your eyes while sitting in the front seat.

Tom ends up getting into the conversation, distracting himself just enough to give you the perfect opportunity to set your phone up and start recording the prank.

“Oh shit,” You mumble, pretending to search through your purse.

“What’s up, love?” Tom asks, twisting back around in his seat to face forward, eyes trained on you.

“I think I left my keys at the table.” You look up, and when Tom doesn’t offer to go get them for you (you suspected he wouldn’t, so you didn’t expect it from him or anyone for that matter), you pretend to scoff quietly. “I’ll be right back.”

You open the car door, stepping out before slamming it loudly and harshly. The car is dead silent, watching as you make your way back into the building.

“Oh man…” Sam trails off, scratching his head.

“You seriously fucked up,” Harrison comments and Tom’s eyes go wide while he turns around to look at them.

“What?”

“Yeah,” Harry laughs humorlessly. “She’s so obviously pissed.”

“Why?” Tom expresses his worry.

“You didn’t get the dinner she wanted? You didn’t go get her keys for her? You didn’t talk to her at all today?” Tuwaine offers from the backseat.

Tom curses under his breath, but when Harry points towards the front of the car, they see you approaching and rush around to act normal. Tom spins back around in his driver’s seat, and as you open the car door, he swallows his heart and takes a deep breath.

You slam the car door again, something that makes Tom wince. When you finally settle into the seat, hands clasped on your lap, Tom turns to look at you with guilty eyes. You can’t believe the video is still recording.

“Y/N/N…” he says softly. “I’m sorry, love.”

You look at him with furrowed brows.

“I know you didn’t really want barbecue and I should’ve just let you get it but I’m a div and I’m really sorry and we can go get ice cream right now and watch whatever movie you want for movie night. I’m really sorry, please don’t be ang-”

“Tom, Tom, Tom,” You slow him down, hands shooting up to try and suppress your laugh. “Tom, it was a tiktok prank.”

“A what?”

“A… uh, a tiktok prank.” You repeat it quietly.

You hear Harry laugh first and Tom looks at him wildly before pointing to the phone.

“You mean- you mean that was a- a joke? You’re not actually mad at me?”

You reach across the car console to hold his face in both your hands. “No, baby, I’m not.”

“Oh thank fuck,” he breathes out, pulling you towards him for a kiss. It lasts longer than any of the boys like.

“Okay, gross. I want ice cream now, so get the car started.” Harrison pretends to gag and him and Sam snicker in the backseat.

Tom rolls his eyes but starts the car nonetheless. He looks at you with a soft smile, one you mirror.

“So… any movie, you say?”

“We’re not watching Pretty Woman again, Y/N!”

Three days ago, I loathed you. I used to dream about you getting hit by a cab. Then we had our little adventure up in Alaska and things started to change. Things changed when we kissed. And when you told me about your tattoo. Even when you checked me out when we were naked. But I didn’t realize any of this, until I was standing alone… in a barn… wifeless. Now, you could imagine my disappointment when it suddenly dawned on me that the woman I love is about to be kicked out of the country. So Margaret, marry me, because I’d like to date you.

THE PROPOSAL: Andrew + Margaret + moments

It’s my birthday today, so here’s a humble present, haha. 

It’s one of many 15x20 rewrites I’ve been imagining, because honestly, they could have done SO much, and that’s what hurts. It’s cheesy and a bit all over the place, and it took me a while because I was honestly grieving for how the show ended, not to mention that I suffered a rather devastating personal loss very recently. I was also debating whether or not to continue investing in the fandom of something that erased so much from so many. It was a process. 

Still, the community of wonderful people and creators (and shipper!Sam) pulled me from the doldrums. So thank you, so very much, for being all kinds of awesome. Keep those memes coming, folks, and I hope you enjoy. 

(Please don’t repost, but feel free to buy me a coffee if you enjoy my work. It really means so much <3) 

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