Dancing, Dinner and Drinks Tommy x Fem Reader
Pairing: Tommy (Fionn Whitehead) x Fem Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death and war
Word Count: Unknown
I sighed as I swished the water in my cup lightly. If it weren't for my brothers I wouldn't be sitting here, wishing them farewell. That’s a lie. I would be here. It wasn't just them here, there were others with their loved ones.
Dancing, dinner and drinks; a night they'd surely remember in the dark days that followed. Everyone here could feel the tension. There isn’t a knife strong enough to cut through the pain this room was feeling, because there was more than one feeling. Despair, love, hope. But through this pain, some people let their emotions run wild and cried into their loved ones shoulder as they danced the night away, while others smiled and put on a strong face. A lot of people coming here this evening had silently made a promise to send them off with a smile. But, in the end that promise was broken and they cried. No one blamed them though and none of them judged.
We were sending our husbands, fathers, sons, brothers, our men to war in a week; without any idea if they were coming home alive. So to those who were spilling their emotions out on the dance floor, we let whoever they would be sending off comfort them.
I took a small sip of my water “I can do it, I can hold it in. (B1/N) and (B2/N) as well as the rest are gonna come home safely. We just can’t think of the negatives.” I repeated to myself for the umpteenth time.
I heard someone clear their throat, breaking me free from that little voice inside my head. I turned to see a man standing with a slight unsure emotion. It was obvious that he was one of the soldiers this night was dedicated to, so seeing him as the only one not dancing was a little unusual.
"Yes?" I turned more towards the soldier.
"Do you mind if I sit here for awhile? You seem a bit--".
"Lonely?" I finished his sentence as I ushered him to sit with me - which wasn't entirely true, I was a tad bit lonely but it was more by choice. However the thought of having company was nice, maybe it'd take my mind off things for a second.
He chuckled a bit as he made himself comfortable, "I wasn't going to be so blunt about it. If you don't mind me asking why are you alone? You should be dancing with someone". The soldier looked to the sea of people on the dance floor. He seemed almost lost looking at them or as if he was looking for someone.
I leaned towards him, "My brothers are dancing. One is dancing with our mom and another is with his wife. So here I sit".
He stared at me for a second as if he was thinking of something to say. He didn't necessarily look worried but it was a little obvious that he felt like he was walking on eggshells. But I will admit he was cute and was kind enough to take the time to talk to me. It could be out of pity or he was simply alone himself, either way it was enjoyable.
"I'm (Y/n)" I say trying to break the ice.
"Tommy. Pleasure to meet you".
I looked around the crowded hall, "Likewise. So why did you decide to sit here? Don't you have someone to dance with?". Everyone was swaying to the slow rhythm of the band playing, the emotions still the same, some laughing and some crying. Despite the mood, they still followed the music.
"No. My friend just left with her daughter, and my father left while I was in the bathroom. Then I saw you sitting by yourself and now we're here" he said with an empty smile. It tugged at my heart strings. How could you leave some so easily, knowing they may never come home? Some things you have to leave for but to get up and walk away without a goodbye is just heartbreaking.
I gave him a weak smile, "If it makes you feel any better. I'm glad you came to sit with me, it's nice".
I see his smile turn slightly more genuine as he gave me a slight nod. I bit the inside of my tongue not knowing what else to say. There was tension between us, the silence we shared had put us in an awkward position. Plus being after what he said about his dad and friend, I felt like I could end up walking on eggshells if I asked any other questions. The silence had gotten the best of me and before I realized it he was scooting the back of his chair out.
"Do you want to dance?" he held out his hand, looking between me and the dance floor. I glanced at the floor and spotted my sister-in-law with my brother. They swayed back and forth, they were smiling, they were enjoying themselves with the little time they had left for who knows how long.
I chuckled before standing up, "I'm not the best dancer in the world so I apologize in advance if I step on your toes". Tommy said “I don’t mind”. I gently placed my hand in Tommy’s before we found our own spot on the floor. As he placed his hand respectfully around my waist, I placed my hand on his shoulder, our hands switching to the correct position but our hands never pulled away. We found the rhythm of the song and began to join the rest of the dancers.
His eyes were beautiful, a perfect mix of hazel and green. It almost seemed as if Tommy’s eyes were pulling me into this world where everything around us just seemed to fade away.
It’s nice here… Before I knew it my warning to him had come true as I felt my foot step on his shoe. “I’m sorry!” I say quickly, pulling my foot off. God, I should have been paying closer attention!
Tommy laughed, “You’re okay. It didn’t hurt”. “Really?” “Yes, really.” I smiled in relief, for a second I thought this was the end of our dance because I might have stepped too hard. “Plus you did warn me” Tommy chuckled before taking the lead of the dance once again.
I giggled “Yes, yes I did”. I nodded my head in agreement, “My dad passed away and I don’t have a boyfriend”. “And you?” I asked, before looking down at our feet, making sure that I wasn’t about to step on his toes. “Not much different. My mum passed away when I was little and I don’t have a girlfriend,” Hearing he didn’t have a girlfriend seemed to be a bit of a shock. Tommy was a good looking guy and so far he seemed polite as well and kind. Any woman would be more than lucky to have a take-home guy like him. Without thinking “Guess the girls around here must be blind” I stated. My face quickly began to heat up as I heard Tom huff out a laugh. I twist my head “Just ignore you heard that”. “No, I could say the same thing for you,” he said with honesty, a smile playing on his lips. Before he could finish his sentence we saw the dance floor heading towards the dining area. The song had stopped and we meshed in with the rest of the people returning to their tables. When my table came into view I remembered… Tommy was alone. “Sit with me again?” I swirl in front of him with hopefully eyes. Tommy glanced at his table before looking back to me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he would decline but to my surprise, “If you have enough room, I wouldn’t mind sitting with you again.” Tommy smiled as we headed back to the table. I wonder if his heart was beating fast just as mind was...
