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TOMMY LOVERS HERE'S MY ONE SHOTTTT

Hope you enjoy, and if you liked some of my other one shots ideas, (or have any other idea hehe) go ahead, my inbox is always open!

BEWARE, IT'S LONGG. And alsoo, English is not my first language, so for any mistakes I'm sorry :((

Summary:

Being part of the already qualified countries during Eurovision is a good thing. You don't have to worry about the qualification process, and you just perform for thousands of people, pour out your heart and let it bleed for the sake of being able to demonstrate how much music means to you. No worries, besides performing anxiety.

Unless you have a very annoying, but oh so handsome not-yet-qualified boyfriend.

Then you're fucked.

(In which reader is part of the big 6, and after performing and seeing Tommy performance, is dying for him to qualify, and maybe have fun later...)

After being called on stage, all anxiety and fear seemed to flow away from the girl's body.

The props were positioned, and the postcard was shown to the European and beyond crowd, and she couldn't help but think that she looked nice. Like, actually nice.

Don't get her wrong, but having to go on so many interviews in all the country, on shows, on socials, AND managing to fly, all untouched by exhaustion and big eye bags to Basel wasn't so easy.

So seeing the camera managing to give her a rather pleasing appearance was so good, that she could actually cry.

Not with all that makeup on, maybe.

Having to meet new people was one of her favorite things. Getting to know all the incredible artists

(not mentioning the ones she already knew, such as Gabry, being both from the same country, or her first cause of headache 24/7, besides annoying paparazzi) really managed to balance the bad and tiring moments of the whole show.

Luckily her running order was rather late from one performance in particular.

Thank goodness 4 and 11 are so far away from each other.

Tommy was a whirlwind of emotions, if beautiful chaos was personified, it would have blue eyes and a massive ego to match.

When they both won their national competition on the very same day (she couldn't stop thinking about this fateful date) it took all of the Estonian strength not to go crazy and break character, because not breaking character was very important.

That was one of those unwritten rules that the brunette followed incredibly well.

She had also completely forgot that her partner was at the other side of the planet (he truly wasn't, but after living almost all her life with him side by side, even a few hours away felt like years).

So maybe she took some minutes after her win to call him and tell him.

Okay, maybe not some. It took half an hour, and when an interviewer that night asked

"What was your boyfriend reaction to your victory?"

She realized that oh my god, she forgot about him.

Call it love or desperation, or all of those things together, but she immediately rushed that day and spent the whole rest of the night on video call with him.

When Tomas won Eesti Laul, her singing could be heard even from his phone.

She decided some time later, due to Tommy first rehearsal in May, to arrive a few days before her actual supposed delegation welcome, and when she was standing in front of that pristine white hotel corridor, she thought that life was very weird sometimes.

If she and her family didn't go to a small baltic county for the winter holidays, she would've never met Tommy. Fate was just like that. And she couldn't be more grateful than this.

Especially seeing that after few knocks on the Estonian's door, he immediately opened it and that smile, that big, warm and the most welcoming than every house she's ever put feet in made her feel 100 times better.

She studied his remarkable features, from his light brown hair, way more messy than all his appearances on shows due to the fact that he most likely was not even a minute before in his dreamy state, plastered on that pillow like it was the actual trophy and he won, not wanting to let it go.

He usually wrapped himself over his girlfriend body, but she wasn't there and she had just arrived.

Her eyes immediately travelled and interlocked with his breathtakingly blue ones, that were lighting up like when one of his usually insane ideas came into his mind, and she also couldn't help but looking at his lips.

Natural habit, what can she say?

It took approximately five minutes of losing themselves in each other's eyes, for the taller one to lower himself to her, and after a chuckle escaped from those lips, she was just reminded how infuriating he can be sometimes.

"Missed me?"

The female singer couldn't help but scoff a little at his words.

"You wished that, didn't you?"

"Maybe, want to show me how much you did?"

Slowly tugging the fabric of his white tank top, that one that he wore oh so well, it drove her crazy, she had to admit it (It just pulled his upper body in all the perfect places) her words came into a low murmur.

"Maybe, just stop talking and get to work, what do you think?"

His face betrayed his neutral and playful one, replacing it into one of challenge. His breath came a little quicker than usual.

"God, how I love when you do that."

"Do what?"

"Exist for nothing else in the world but me."

And after that they pulled each other into a long, suffered kiss.

Maybe it was the absence, the time spent only seeing each other on TV, or on socials doing on of those stupid but fun promotions for their songs (it was mostly Tomas centered content, but nevertheless).

But that felt like one of the best kisses they ever had.

Back to the semifinal, she performed quite well, no vocal problems or other accidents whatsoever, and people seemed to cheer and enjoying, their phone camera flash swaying to the music.

Once she got to the backstage, her whole delegation complimenting her and giving her a tight and loving hug, she sat back and, while moving an unruly strand of hair from her face, slicked with her stage makeup, her eyes fell on the TV screen, watching the rest of her friends and colleagues performing with just as much passion and love as her before.

When all the singers performed, and the recap of the whole night reached its end (she couldn't help but smile fondly when her partner came to screen, his song filling the silent room, and immediately making another story on her Instagram account, despite the fact that she already did that in the morning (just to make sure).

While the two presentators gave the commercial break, she went to the green room, just the place she knew the others (and a certain guy) were sitting, scattered in two different floors.

She quickly started waving and going to the different singers on the lowest floor, from hugging Marko, his feathered coat grazing her skin,

to giving an hug to Klemen and his wife and trying her best to not cry in the process- she may have started tearing up when his performance came),

almost getting thrown on the ground by Kevin, Axel and especially Jakob, who had a big grin on his face.

The icelandic brothers, Matthias and Hálfdán, even convinced her to start a little dancing circle, jumping and dancing and screaming the duo song.

A recognizable laugh immediately caught her attention, and she had to control herself from making a mess of both her dress and her boyfriend suite when she got to the sitting place she wanted to reach in the first place.

Before sitting between Tommy and one of his "security guards", multiple calls reached her from behind.

And she saw Kyle, Claude, Beatriçe and Justyna waving at her from the higher place, all happy for her to reach them and being together for the most anxious and heartfelt moment of the night.

A camera came and took an overview of the whole delegations, and she smiled when it reached Estonia sits, waving and pointing at Tomas, who was apparently calling someone with a bright red old phone, and she had

(Tommy's idea, not hers. It was never her when it came to dumb ideas) to keep a straight and stoic face, and she knew that when she would've seen the live stream back the morning after, a lot of people would have make her a meme. Oh well.

She sat next to the brunette, not before he reached for the female singer and gave her a small and quick kiss.

"Took you long enough."

A small pout was starting to form on his lips. God, he was so adorable when he did that.

"Sorry, I was busy fighting a certain crazy fan. You might know her?"

A chuckle came from Tomas at that affermation.

"Oh, someone's jealous an icon like me has loving fans?"

"Jealous? Oh, not with that stupid dance."

"Please, you wish you had those moves on stage."

'"Mhm, sure."

"Sure."

To make things even more memeable, the two Swiss women started a comedy skit, baskets in hand, they started giving gifts to some delegations.

Sandra, the brunette woman, went firstly to Claude and the Netherlands zone, the boy had just like always a big, warm an bright smile across his face, and she handed some of the people there some chocolate.

"Even if you might be physically far from home. So we thought we could bring you a few things that will make you feel comfortable. And as we're in Switzerland-"

She took the few steps to reach the table.

"I bought some Swiss chocolate. Maybe for the Netherlands!"

As she handed the golden wrapped sweet bar, Claude reached for it and muttered a thank you, waving his hand for Sandra to go ahead and bring the gifts.

"I know you have nice cheese, but I don't know about the chocolate."

"They do have nice cheese."

Tomas muttered while looking at the scene, one of his sarcastic grins on him. The girl elbowed him a little.

"Ow."

"Shh, I want to see where this is going!"

"My bad your majesty, go ahead."

Before she could elbow him again, the skit kept going.

"You want some chocolate?"

She gave the bar to the man on Claude's right.

"Yes, some chocolate. And some nice pillows-"

She couldn't help but laugh when seeing the pillows.

Tommy leaned close to her.

"We need one."

"Yeah, to cover your face when you snore."

A loud gasp came from the Estonian.

"Me? Snore? Never!"

"Mhm."

The scene kept going.

"To make yourself comfortable."

She went to Justyna table and handed pillows too.

"A pillow over here, oh! And as you see, I already took off my shoes."

She moved her feet to show the white slippers on her.

Tomas turned to her direction.

"They look like our hotel slippers."

"True. I wouldn't mind a good pair of slippers though."

"No?"

"No! This boots are killing me!"

She showed her pair of boots to him.

"You can always take them off! Hide your feet under the table, easy."

A suffered sigh escaped her lips.

"Tomas Tammemets."

A little sound came.

"What?"

"I'm not taking my shoes off on live TV."

"Not even if i say please?"

She elbowed him. Again, success.

"Stoop!"

She turned back to Poland's table before letting him continue.

"Instead of high heels, and I'm wearing these nice slippers. Poland, the whole crew is wearing high heels!"

That was true, both Justyna and her four dancers were wearing intricate and big heels matching with the dragon theme of Gaja.

"My gosh. Show me your high heels."

Justyna lifted her left leg, showing the heels to the camera. How could she be so amazing and unstoppable? She wasn't human sometimes.

"Oh la la. And a crazy choreography on these high heels. I think you need my slippers."

And she handed a pair to Justyna, and the girl couldn't help but remember when the night before all of the singers gathered together, and while in the hall she spotted Justyna finally wearing slippers after all the days spent without any sort of comfort for her feet.

Now with her stage outfit, holding the slippers, they looked so out of place.

Sandra also congratulated her for the amazing performance after 30 years of absence.

She was so little when the Polish woman participated for the first time, she didn't even meet Tommy yet.

"And Hazel, I just thought that these slippers would fit our sauna boys. Don't you think so?"

The camera reached Hazel, basket still in her hands, next to the Finnish trio.

"I think they would fit them perfectly. I'm with them right now."

She turned to their direction.

"Now here's a slipper for you!"

Kevin took the pair of slippers in his hands, saying a thank you to the blonde.

"One pair of slippers..."

She also handed them to Axel.

"Can I sit next to you? Is it hot enough here for you?"

The men gave space to Hazel to sit, and Jakob nodded a yes to the fitting question. She sat next to Jakob and Kevin.

"Yes, I love it here. It's so nice and cozy, and warm."

(She sat where they were already sitting, so of course it was already warm) the girl thought.

Hazel than commented on the fact that they needed to draw back the attention before the commentators could talk again over them, so she suggested showing some of the singers hidden talents.

"Do you have any hidden talent that you couldn't show within your performance at the Eurovision?"

She handed the microphone to Jakob.

"Well, uh... I know how to juggle."

Whoa. Now that was on thing to add into the "why Schakob is amazing" list.

"Kevin is a great cook-"

He showed his thumb into Kevin direction.

"And Axel can grow a mustache."

The female singer wheezed at that phrase.

Tommy let out a little sigh.

"I can grow it too!"

She patted her boyfriend shoulder.

"I know buddy, I know. I appreciate you mustache."

He wiped some fake tears with his tie.

"Thank you."

Then there was a little commotion for Axel mustache, and she clapped too to it, she grew rather close to the men trio, them being some of the funniest and kindest singers she's ever met.

Hazel went to get her basket and started going away, not before handing some chocolate bars to Sweden's table too.

And she just had decided to slowly remove her boots, when Hazel skipped Iceland and instead flew to Tommy's table. Damn.

"That is Estonia. Wow."

Tomas gestured two peace signs towards the Swiss, and his smile immediately lighted up the room, or at least her own.

"Look at this grumpy man."

She turned to one of Tomas security guards, that had a rather serious expression on his face.

"Hello, can you- cause you always have resting grumpy face, and kids are watching- amd next to you I look so friendly. Look at me!"

The female singer had to repress a burst of giggles from that stupid moment, and when Hazel managed to make him smile, she couldn't really believe that this was happening.

He looked nice when he smiled, she gave him that.

She then went next to Tommy seat, the other security guard lifted himself up and let Hazel sit next to the Estonian.

"Hello, Tommy! Do you have any secret talents?"

She moved the microphone to Tomas mouth. And she hoped he didn't say something out of pocket. It was nearly impossible with him.

He grabbed the mic with his right hand.

"Um, I can't speak about it here."

And, poof! Any hope gone.

Thank goodness they weren't showing her face. Another round of memes, that was sure.

"You can't speak about it... Can you maybe mime it?"

The camera moved to include also the other half of the couple, and she mustered a smile towards it, but she wanted to strangle him before he could start miming something inappropriate.

She was about to lose it. Both by laughter and awkwardness.

"You know we, we can also play-"

Tommy moved to Hazel's ear, and whispered something to her, that she couldn't really hear clearly. She prayed it wasn't about them whatsoever.

Especially not about-

"Oh, I'm all miched up! You can't talk to me."

She must have looked like she was planning an homicide on the man she couldn't really imagine spending every single time with, and only because he unfortunately had one of little many flaws.

He couldn't,

couldn't for the life of him have any sort of "thinking before speaking" warning roaming across that head of his.

"You can tell me later. Okay."

Hazel turned her attention to her now.

"Oh, hi there! It's nice to have some Italy also on the table! And do you have any secret talent you would like to tell us about?"

She grabbed the mic after Hazel passed it first to Tommy and then to her.

She made a little thinking gesture, and reached for the Top Secret files on the little table full of glasses.

"Like it says, top secret!"

Tommy laughed at the little comedy fit she used to answer the question.

"Alright then, I guess some couples also share secrets, among the other things, if you know what I mean..."

Making a little covering gesture, while putting an hand towards the public she kept going.

"Uhm, do you guys want to see my secret talent?"

The singer answered mouthing a sure with a small nod of her head, and while still holding the mic, Tommy said

"Show me!"

"I can do crazy stuff with my tongue, but I will show you now."

Tommy kept giving one of his big stares at the presentator. "Okay." "Okay."

She then sticked out her tongue, and made a cool tongue trick. "Woahh..."

Tomas sounded like more of a little child seeing a magic trick, absorbing all he could see and trying to see if he could guess how to do it with the same ability.

"Now, does this turn your espresso macchiato into a flat word, if you know what I mean?"

"Now there are also some kids watching, people who are even younger than you-"

Tommy was sticking his tongue out too, looking rather silly compared to Hazel's trick. "What is happening now?"

Tommy moved from left to right even showing his "trick" to the female singer. "What are you doing?" She now was definitely not holding back anymore, laughter coming out freely.

"My own tricks!" that was what Tommy was trying to say, but instead it sounded more like a blabbering mess of words. "I can whistle with my tongue-

Oh Saint Verka from Ukraine, someone stop that mess.

Hazel continued, letting once again her tongue out, and whistled with it. Tommy was still just showing his tongue to the entire live TV.

She wanted to grab him or shaking, anything so he would stop being such a dork in front of everyone.

Before she could go away the Italian girl waved towards Hazel. "Uhm, can I have that pillow?"

Hazel went to her and gave her the so wanted gift. "There you go!" Now you can have some sweet little dreams."

While Hazel went back next to Sandra, Tomas looked back at his partner. "Happy about the pillow?"

"Yes, thank you very much. Now, what was the secret talent you couldn't tell anyone yet?" "If I told you about it, it wouldn't be a secret anymore." "Was it at least what I think it is?"

He leaned a little bit closer, one hand leaning for a little too much time on her thigh. "Let me qualify first, and then I'll let you find out."

The qualification section of the show came to the start, Sandra and Hazel explained how the countries were going to be revealed with a new process, first showing three random ones, only one of which would qualify at the very moment, and skip to other three.

She called first Norway, Estonia and Iceland. She started crossing her fingers not only for Tommy, but also for the younger boys for the best.

"The first qualifying country is... Norway!"

Kyle looked so shocked and happy to not only pass, but also being the first country called.

She turned towards the young boy which she shared so many llives, games and heartwarming moments with.

"Good job Kyle! You deserve it!

Kyle smiled wide at her.

"Thank you! I-i still can't believe it! We are going to the the final!"

She looked at Tomas, he didn't seem sad about not being immediately called.

"Don't worry, we are getting called later. Best for last."

Then Albania qualified, and Beatriçe went to her friend, still on the floor she shared with the others, and give her hands a tight squeeze.

Sweden was third. The boys cheered and waved the Swedish flag high, towards the sky.

She looked at them, and they give her some thumbs up.

"Looks like you are bringing the heat to the final too!"

Axel smiled fondly at the Italian's affermation.

Iceland won over San Marino for the moment and the brothers hugged each other deeply, happy tears already forming from Hálfdán eyes.

Then Estonia was called again. And once again another country was called instead, Claude was the fifth qualifier.

Tomas started looking more defeated than what he wanted to admit.

"Hey. Look at me."

She quickly grabbed one of his hands, interlocking her fingers with his longer ones.

"You are going to do it. Trust me. You know how much Europe loves you. Third time's the charm."

Tommy smiled back at her, his blue eyes twinkling with something more than just simpathy.

"I know. Don't worry."

Then Poland and Justyna passed, and she looked so happy for it. The Italian girl was so proud of her.

San Marino and Gabry qualified as the seventh country.

Then for the third time, Estonia was called.

Croatia, Belgium or Estonia.

"The eight qualifying country is...."

Tommy's grip on her hand tightened. He was so anxious, it was killing her.

"Estonia! Congrats!"

She couldn't believe what they said at first. Then Tommy lifted himself up from his seat, a huge smile on his lips, and she immediately followed suit, and they started cheering and dancing to the music of Espresso Macchiato.

They did it. They were going together at the Grand Final.

She didn't want to admit it, but seeing him so happy, pretty while being filmed on camera, made the entire night so, so worth it.

Portugal and Ukraine were the last two countries qualifying.

She went to her non qualified friends, and hugged them tightly.

It was so hard letting them go.

The show came to an end, and she ran as fast as she could to her other friends.

The were all put next to each other in a long horizontal lineup, and the camera panned towards all of them, some waving, some cheering.

After it didn't caught up Tomas face anymore, he pulled his girlfriend next to him, and gave her a kiss.

"What was this for? The victory?"

The girl's smile couldn't seem to drop in any possible way. Nothing could ruin that perfect night. Not even that stupid gag of talents and gift giving.

"Yes, and also for another thing. Secret reveal later."

"Oh, can't wait."

In that very moment, where Claude, Kyle, Væb and even Jakob started jumping and dancing, everyone laughing and screaming excitedly, she knew. That night the ceiling couldn't really hold them.

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