TommyInnIt Oneshots

Tommy's Driving

What's this? A fuckin update? Pogchamp

Anwyas eat and drink smt you little shists
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"Hey, Tommy! I need to ask you a question, come here!" A shout was heard over the chattering coming from the other people in the residence. Techno and Phil were chatting quietly with one another near the front door, waiting for Wilbur to finally put his coat on so they could finally go to the nearest bar (which was about twenty miles away).

"Why?! I'm trying to edit a video since I promised a post by today and it's already ten!" The stress and aggravation were evident in Tommy's voice.

A sigh escaped Phil's mouth as he saw Wilbur lose his smile.

"C'mon, Wil. I don't need to drink. Im fine with driving." Phil honestly just wanted to leave by now. It was Wil's twenty-first birthday which meant he got to go to a bar and drink with his age approved family members.

So, all but Tommy.

But as a way to have a family event, Wilbur was trying to get Tommy to come with as a designated driver.

Which was not going so well.

With a sigh and a groan, Wilbur sprinted up the stairs three at a time before barging into Tommy's room.

Tommy jumped as his door slammed open and into his wall, headphones falling off in the process. When he finally processed who was standing there, a huff of annoyance escaped as he ran his hand over his eyes before pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Wil, I understand it's your birthday. I will drive you guys tomorrow night." A look of surprise flashed over Wilbur's face. "Don't give me that look, bitch. It's not like you were keeping your voice down. I need to work on editing this since my editor took the week off for family business. So, please. Just fucking wait till tomorrow." A small breath of a laugh left Wilbur as he walked his way over to Tommy's desk while pulling Tommy away with his rolling chair. "Wil."

"Yeah?"

"Wil?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing with my computer?" Tommy twiddled his thumbs as a nervous chuckle bounced off the walls of the deathly quiet room.

"Simple. I'm forcing you to come with. By threatening to delete the video and edited version you already have done." The cursor moved from the line at the bottom of the screen to the tiny trash can icon in the bottom left corner.

"No no no no no no no no no no no. Wil. Move the cursor off of the trash can. Please." By this point, a look of desperation crossed over Tommy's face as he lifted his hands in a surrendering fashion.

"Oh, I'll move the cursor. As soon as you agree to come with us as our driver." A small smirk of victory crossed over Wilbur's face as Tommy groaned as he glanced a few more times at his half edited video.

"Fine. Just let me save my work, you dickhead." Wilbur quickly lifted his hands to do a little jig before skipping towards the door.

"Oh, and Toms?" A sigh passed through his ears but he shrugged it off. "Be downstairs in five or else I will delete your progress." With that, the painted door slammed shut.

Within a time span of about three minutes, the family was out the door and on the road with Phil driving, Techno in the passenger seat, and Tommy and Wilbur in the back seats. Wilbur was trying to get Tommy to belt out the lyrics to a Hamilton song he knew Tommy had memorized; yet the blonde refused to sing or even lip sync.