Tom Holland Drabbles

I'm Okay- Mob!Tom x reader

warnings: Descriptions of death, violence, gore

Tom saw you. You were oh so weak, bruises and cuts covering your entire body. He was helpless, unable to do anything to help you or save you from your captors. You crawled over to him, only able to lay in his lap and weakly move the curl from his head. You smiled weakly, almost like you could sense something was going to happen. "I love you." You whispered, before he heard the gunshot. He looked down at you, the blood flowing steadily from the wound on your chest onto his hands, your eyes closing as you took your final breath.

Tom's eyes shot open as he sat up in the king size bed he shared with you. He sat up, rubbing his fingers over his eyes as he tried to control his breathing. He glanced over to you, smiling when he saw your sleeping figure. Your hair spread out around you, eyes shut peacefully, your breaths nice and even.

He hated to wake you, but he had to check on you. He wouldn't be able to sleep until he knew you were okay. "Sweetheart? Sweetheart can you wake up for me?" He whispered, shaking your shoulder gently. He smiled when he saw your eyes flutter open and adjust to your surroundings. "Mmmm what time is it? What's going on?" You muttered sleepily, facing Tom.

He stayed quiet, suddenly looking down at the bed instead of at you. "Hey, Tommy, what is it? What's wrong? Should I call Harrison?" You asked, concern lacing your voice. "No, no love don't call Haz. I just, I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you're okay." He whispered, a light blush coating his cheeks. Your heart ached as you frowned, pulling his head to your chest and running your hands through his hair. "Hey it's okay, I'm okay." You soothed as he cuddled further into your neck. "Can I just hold you?" He asked, his voice muffled by your neck. "Of course, love." You replied, giggling when he shifted the two of you so your head was laying on his chest. "You know, people are terrified of you, but I think you're a teddy bear." You smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. Tom scoffed, lifting your head up so he could look in your eyes. "I just worry about my girl, is that a bad thing?" He asked, his fingers going through your hair. "Nooo." You mumbled, falling back asleep. "I love you, darling." He whispered, his soft voice and the movements of his fingers along with your peaceful breaths lulling the both of you back to sleep.