dunkirk imagines

losing you - tommy

After at least fifteen minutes of uncomfortably shifting under his gaze, you finally look up to meet Tommy's brown eyes. He was looking at you from across the train, and you found it adorable.

But Tommy, on the other hand, had just been caught. His hands were instantly sweaty, cupping his knee caps as if the action would stop him from freaking out.

If it was supposed to, it was having no effect.

Tommy was a complete mess for you. Since the day he's first seen you, he fell. You were laughing while walking with one of your friends, window shopping. You hadn't done anything fancy to your appearance— and you looked perfect. Tommy knew he wanted you.

But what the boy also knew was that he had been drafted, and was going to leave for Dunkirk soon. And the last thing a beautiful girl such as yourself needed was a boy dragging her down. A boy she would cry over every night until he came home. A boy who would probably end up not being enough for her.

So Tommy did the only thing he could think of; introducing himself. His stuttering over his own name was adorable, and it made you smile. He'd never forget the small encounter.

You began to see each other more and more until he was suddenly gone. He'd been gone for months before all of the soldiers started coming back. Through the crowd, you saw him. Seeing the boy you'd only had small interaction with made you surprising happy.

And that was when Tommy knew he wanted to ask you out. But a date might be too formal. Tommy might not be enough. Tommy might be drafted again.

So Tommy stayed away.

And thus led to the longing stares he would leave your way, and the time on the train was far from the only time you'd caught him. As creepy as it may have sounded, Tommy couldn't help himself.

It was the first few weeks back home that the nightmares started. At first they were the normal things, just bombs and the loss of his friends. Then he was drowning under oil-filled water, trying to grab Alex's outstretched hand. Soon he was being bombed and shot at on Dunkirk beach. The boat he was in was sinking, etc.

Things didn't really get bad until you came into the picture. Tommy viewing in horror as he began to spot your small figure taking place in each of his own horrors. And in each nap and each sleep, he would view your death.

Eventually it came to be too much, and Tommy had to know you better. He began talking to you more and more, and offered to walk you home many times. You were a lovely person and you thought he was very sweet.

The two of you hit it off and quickly became friends, inseparable even. You told each other everything. Or do you thought.

The one thing Tommy would never open up about was what he dreamt. Under his covers, he would imagine you dying painful deaths that always made him wake up in tears. His arms would be sweaty and he'd feel so weak, as if he'd been punched in the gut over and over again. Once he even threw up due to all the gore he'd just witnessed.

But tonight was interesting. It was time for Tommy to sleep, mumbling s quick prayer before climbing into bed and instantly drifting.

"I love you." Tommy muttered against her lips, making her smile as she avoided eye contact. Her blush was evident, and he could feel her warmth by touching her cheek.

"I love you, too." Y/N said, looking into his eyes as they kissed again.

Soon she was being pulled from his delicate fingers, her body disappearing from thin air. The pain he felt was unlike any other as he yelled her name, only to see her stabbed.

Tommy awake panting, wiping his locks from his forehead, unable to stop shaking in fear. He couldn't stop the dreams no matter how hard he tried.

Pulling on a shirt as he walked, Tommy made his way to your house. He'd memorized the way from the times he had walked you home.

Tommy hadn't even considered that he was waking you from your sleep as he knocked on the door. You made your way to it, fully confused. When you looked through the mini peephole, you smiled.

"Hey, Tom-" Your voice is instantly cut off by Tommy's arms wrapping tightly around your waist. His nose presses into your neck and he cries a little. "Hey, hey, what's wrong, love?" You ask as you stroke his hair.

"I had a nightmare. Who am kidding? I've had nightmares for months. I can't stop them." Tommy stammers, refusing to leave your embrace (not that you're complaining.

"If you don't mind me asking.. about what?" You ask, running your hands through his hair once more. Tommy movies from his position to look you in the eyes.

"About losing you." Tommy says, pain choking through his voice.