Finale or April Fools? (Tony X Reader)

Finale or April Fools?
(HIMYM finale spoilers)
(tony X reader)


“Heh heh, so where’s the real series finale?” You nervously laughed. “I mean they couldn’t, they can’t end it like that, right?”

“Um, babe, that’s it. The end,” Tony looked over at you. You had just watched the series finale of How I Met Your Mother, one of your favorite shows. For almost a decade, you had watched the show, and you fell deeply in love with it. The finale, on the other hand, was another story.

A look of shock graced your face as you looked up at Tony. “No. No, it can’t be. They, they no!” You started to breathe heavily, as if you were having a panic attack. Then the tears came.

Tony shifted on the bed, wrapping his arms around you. “Shhhh, shhh. It’s going to be okay. You’ll be fine,” he whispered, rocking you back and forth, trying to calm you down.

You started to cry harder. “I will not be fine! It’s not okay! How could they do that? They completely destroyed Barney’s character! And the divorce, no they can’t! It was all building up to their goddamn marriage, and they get divorced within the first 15 minutes!” you cried.

“And Lily and Marshall!! They were thrown aside as if they weren’t important, but they are! So important. And Ted cannot just go to Robin! They didn’t work out, they tried and tried, but they didn’t! So why now??”

“And the mother!” you screamed, sobbing even harder than before. “She died as she lived, off screen! We knew her name for 5 minutes as then BAM! she’s dead! Did Moffat co-write this episode?”

Tony sat there, stroking your back. After a little more ranting, you stopped talking and just cried. Eventually you stopped, and sat in Tony’s arms, sniffling. You peered up at him, and almost laughed. “This is just a sick April Fool’s joke, right? The real ending is airing next week and everything ends up okay, right? I bet the writers are laughing at us. ‘Oh, we sure got them!’” you began to laugh/cry hysterically.

Tony sighed, ruffling your hair. “I’m afraid not. That was the end, [Name]. Do you want to watch something else? Take your mind off of it?”

“No. I want a drink. Something heavy.” You replied, climbing out of Tony’s grasp.

“I don’t think that’s the best idea right now.” Tony countered.

“I don’t want to feel the pain anymore. I can’t deal with this.” You yelled, heading off to the kitchen.

Once you poured yourself a drink, you asked Jarvis to shuffle your playlist. ‘My Eyes’, from Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog started to play. You laughed, “Thanks Jarvis. As if I needed more Neil today.” But you didn’t tell him to skip it. Instead you told him to put the track on repeat. You sat on the cold barstool in the dark, praying it wasn’t the end.

Listen close to everybody’s heart

And hear that breaking sound

Hopes and dreams are shattering apart

And crashing to the ground



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Tony came out your bedroom an hour later and found you passed out, your fingers curled around the glass. He softly chuckled, taking the empty glass from you and placing it in the sink. Grunting slightly, he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the room. He lay you down on the bed, and pulled up the duvet. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he settled in to bed next to you. You cuddled into his side subconsciously and continued to sleep.