a/n | i was inspired by this tweet to venture into uncharted doctor!tom territory. idk if this has been done before but i have serious thing for doctors so i’m all about it and definitely curious to hear what y’all thought about this steamy lil shot 👀
doctor!tom x fem reader | mad sexual tension from head to toe | word count: 400 | enjoy!
“I want you to take a big, deep breath for me,” he said, reaching for the stethoscope looped around his white coat.
“Okay, Dr. Holland.”
He toyed with the bottom of your shirt, sliding his hand with the scope to graze your stomach and land on your chest, the feel of the cool metal mixed with his warm fingertips eliciting an eruption of goosebumps across your skin. Your breath hitched in your lungs at the sensation; he caught your eye and you breathed in deeply again. He placed the scope under your collarbone, resting his other fingers lightly on your chest, padding your skin softly. His other hand found a place against your back.
“Again,” he instructed, moving the stethoscope every so slightly lower, dragging his pinky against you, leaving a trail of sparks of friction behind. You inhaled slowly, unsteady nerves trying to hide themselves behind shaky breath. He pressed his palm into your back, increasing the pressure as you let your breath out, using his leverage to lean his face in closer to yours. He watched your lips part as you let the air escape and swallowed hard, tongue lolling in his mouth. Taking a shallow breath himself, your body finally relaxed under his touch.
“That’s right,” he said, impossibly quieter than the first time, locking eyes with you.
“One more time for me, just like that.”
He moved the hand from your back to your wrist to feel your pulse, placing two fingers in a firm hold on the inside of it. You remained fixated on his milky brown irises and took another deep inhale; he watched and felt your chest expand, filling in the space between you, back arching ever so slightly into his touch. His eyes flickered from your chest to your lips to your eyes in sequence, watching your body work, and tightened his grip on your wrist. His tongue caressed his bottom lip as he observed you and dipped back into his mouth as soon as it had appeared, his concentration unwavering.
You let out your breath in a concentrated flow, lips almost pursed together, and the corner of his mouth flickered into a sly smile that vanished as quickly as it had appeared. He slowly let the pressure off of your wrist and removed the instrument with baited breath, the sudden absence of his heated touch on your chest making you shiver.
“Good.” He said, still standing close, a red glint passing through his eyes. “Your heart was racing, is something making you nervous?”
“Oh,” you said, hearing the sensuality in his voice. “Just hot in here, I guess.”
Turn of Events| Tom Holland Doctor AU Series: COMING SOON
Tom Holland was an intelligent man, at the age of twenty-six he was head Surgeon Royal London, yet all his years at medical school didn’t train him for the moment at hand. Tom’s hands were clamy as he gripped the file tighter than expected, his knuckles white as loud pants of breath escaped his slightly opened lips. The sudden mood around him becoming dark and uncomfortable for the nurse before him, she cleared her throat before bidding him goodbye. It wasn’t that he knew them personally but a part of him wished he did, and that right there was the scariest thing he’d ever felt.
“Right..” he breathed out as he quickly scanned the file not understanding why, this exact person was being transfered to him. He wasn’t by any means a specliest when it came to these sort of things, feelings wasn’t something Tom Holland did. Foucs Tom, he scoled himself as a loud sigh of relife escaped his lips.
It was a followup appointment, there meaning he wouldn’t be in the same room with her for more than a few minutes. Tom could handle that, he’s done many followup appointments for his colleagues this one would be no different.
He lied, Tom was not at all perpared for the scene when he walked in. She looked so absolutely break taken it almosr knocked him off his feet, his eyes wide open once their eyes met and a soft smile made it’s way onto her lips. He cleared his throat placing the file on the counter near the sink.
“Charolette how are you?” he breathed out as he sat on the stoll giving her a soft smile. So far so great, he was doing incredibly well.
“I’m okay..” she breathed out fibbling with her fingers, the last thing she needed was to be told that surgery was needed. She had tried so hard to make sure everything healed propperly, even after the wedding. “Um where’s Doctor Cooper?”
“Doctor Cooper is out today, family emergency.”
She nodded her head before her cheeks flushed and the vivid flashbacks from three months ago came flashing before her. The room seemed hotter as she squirmed in her seat trying her hardest to avoid his eyes. The same eyes that she tried her hardest to ignore and the same ones she had been craving to spot. His number laid on her phone untouched and the feeling of his lips and touch burned like fire whever she thought of him.
Now with him standing before her, she couldn’t help but wonder but sin could she have committed to endure this sort of torment so early in the day.
Blurb of doctor!Tom finding out thar you're pregnant even before than you because he's watching your behavior and quickly recognizes the symptoms so he basically begs you to do a test?
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“Baby please, you’re pregnant.” He tells you, you’re in denial. Just a simple stomach bug, or maybe some food poisoning. No baby, absolutely no baby was in You, you think you would know more about your own body than him.
“Tom, I’m probably just too stressed and that’s why I’m tired, nauseous, and yes I know I’m moody but I’m stressed!” You tell him but he goes over to the shopping bag from earlier.
“Just take it, please. I’ve been watching you change behavior for a weeks. Your period was supposed to come last week and you’re late. You are constantly napping and you hate when I make coffee in the morning, you’re moody all the time and your boobs have been sore with no period? You’re pregnant I know it, trust me, woman have came to me and said they think they have a stomach bug or a cyst or maybe just appendix’s but it’s always pregnancy. Please, just take it for me.” He asks and you see how desperate he is for you to take the test.
You’re not gonna lie, as you took the stick from him you were nervous as hell. Yes you and tom wanted kids but you didn’t think it’d happen this fast, you two had been together for a long time but you really had no clue when a kid was gonna come.
“We wait how long?” You hold your arms out for him to take you in. You rest your head on his chest as you’re beyond nervous.
“Five minutes is what it says but I always tell woman to wait 10 for sure.” He rocks you back and forth since he knows your nervous. “Hey, I’m not going to be upset if there’s no baby. But if there is one, I’ll be the happiest man.” He kisses your head. You nod as you hold him tighter.
The timer beeps, tom lets you go grab it by yourself so you don’t stress him out. You come out with a shocked look on your face and Toms heart drops because he already knows and he’s so excited.
so like the ending is trash because i didnt know how to end it and i didnt wanna make it into a series but hope you enjoy!!!! this is doctor!tom!!! so im warning yall that this is all about injury and its loosly based off greys anatomy so if you cant watch that then you probably shouldnt read this but anyways- enjoy
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Tom’s days were long, they went from early mornings until late into the night, when the sun was no longer apart of the equation. Usually, the young doctor’s life was hectic and he could be found running around like a chicken with its head cut off, but today was different.
Today, Tom found himself sitting back and chilling (for the lack of a better word) with his mates. He knew the unspoken rule of never saying that it was quiet because then all hell would break loose, and to be completely candid, he was perfectly fine with how his day was going, especially for the fact that in 10 short minutes he would be walking outside to join his fiancee. The two hadn’t had a date night in awhile, due to Tom’s crazy schedule, and they were more than happy to take his free night and spend some time together.
Breaking him from his thoughts, Tom’s buddy, Harrison spoke up, “Hey mate, what’s Y/N got planned for you tonight?”
Tom felt his thin lips stretch into a wide smile, showing off his teeth. “Not sure. She did say something about going to buy groceries for my favorite. We’ll probably just have a night in, which we both are-”
The curly headed boy was cut off when a shout was heard through the small ER. Both Tom’s and Haz’s heads snapped to the man running in. He was covered in blood and he looked beyond scared, he was carrying an almost unconscious girl. And from where Tom and his mate were standing, they couldn’t tell that it was his beloved Y/N.
“Please, someone help!” His shouts of panic put the two boys into action, Tom sprinting to the man and woman and Harrison running to grab a gurney. Tom had snatched a pair of blue gloves off the counter as he ran over and was now snapping them onto his hands. “Okay sir, everything is going to be alright. Can you tell me what happened?”
Harrison was now back with the gurney and Tom was taking the injured woman from the man’s arms, still looking at the stranger, he asked again, happy that he answered.
“I-I don’t know. Some guy-! Think it was a robbery! She wouldn’t give ‘im anything, so he just started beatin’ her and then took off with her wallet.” Tom nodded along to his story, ready to ask the man if he was hurt himself but then his friend called his name, fearfully.
Turning around, the handsome doctor lost his breath. He felt like he had been punched in the chest. Now that her hair was moved from her face and she wasn’t hunched over in a stranger’s arms, he was able to see who the young girl was- his girl.
She was staring up at Harrison with wide eyes, she hadn’t seemed to recognize where she was or who she was looking around for someone, probably Tom, and was crying out. It looked like she was having trouble opening her mouth and Tom felt his heart break into two. And with a heavy heart, he yelled out, “We need some help over here, now!!”
Getting Y/N onto the backboard was easy, so was getting the neck brace on her. The hard part was keeping her still- that and keeping Tom at arms length. All of the doctors, even though they were friends, were continuously yelling at him to stay back. He refused, that was his girl, he wasn’t going to just not help her. She would move mountains if she could help him the same way that he was helping her.
Everyone was talking at once and Tom felt like his brain and throat were being squeezed in a vice. He heard someone say, “Send blood for a crossmatch.” Haz, maybe?
He heard another person say, “Belly is soft!”
And another, “Bruising on the left chest.” Tom was breathing heavily as he watched his girl frantically look around the room. She was still crying, her mouth still clenched shut. “Pulse is down to 88, I’ve got a line going in now.”
Tom heard the doctor curse loudly, “Her vein is collapsed. I can’t get it in.”
Another doctor answered, “Try a central line.” The doctors working on his pretty girl were talking nonstop and listing off her injuries and with every word, Tom felt his heart break a little more. Leaning over his girl, but staying out of the way of the working doctors, he said, “You’re gonna be just fine. You’re gonna be fine, alright?”
More doctors rushed in, each working on their part of the body, and he blocked out all the things they were saying. Tom was grateful that he worked at such a good hospital, that his girl had the best team. The vice around his throat clamped shut when they decided to move Y/N. Her screams were loud and full of obvious pain as they worked on her- moving the poor girl to her side, putting in tubes, cleaning up her wounds, setting bones. With every single thing they did, Tom felt like his heart was going through a meat blender. He couldn’t stand it.
One of the doctors- a neurosurgeon- asked, “Y/N, honey, I’m gonna need you to move your fingers for me. Can you do that?” When nothing happened, the room seemed to stop, and she asked again, “or- or your toes.” Nothing. It was like she hadn’t even heard the critical request. Tom felt his heart stop when the thought crossed his mind- she couldn’t hear.
She couldn’t hear anything.
The brain know-it-all stated this time- no question in her voice. She was demanding. “Come on. Just come on. Wiggle something.” Tom shook his head as he lifted up a heavy hand and snapped next to her ear, and then reached across and did the same to the other. And when nothing happened, when she didn’t respond and just kept on groaning in pain, he said, “Guys.”
When none of the doctors stopped to listen, he said, louder this time, “Guys, I don’t think she can hear us!”
“What?”
“What? Are you sure?” All of the doctors paused their work for a fraction of a second. The heavy hearted boy grabbed a light and started to look in her ears, calling out her name. He was hoping he was wrong, but unfortunately, he was right. There was obvious damage to her eardrums. “She can’t hear anything we’re saying.”
Then everything took a turn for the worst and Tom felt like he was going to throw up. Hsi heart was in his stomach and he was on the verge of a panic attack. The machines that were hooked up to his pretty lady started beeping in wild succession. A doctor concluded, “We are gonna have to intubate.”
Another well trusted man said, “her jaw is locked. There’s no way!”
The head of plastics said, “If I can reduce the swelling, you can get one in.” he paused and looked at Tom, then back to the injured friend, “I’m gonna have to pop her jaw.”
Tom was in hysterics. “No way!”
“I have to! It’s gonna hurt like hell, but I’m sorry, I have to.” And before he knew what was happening, he was being held back as he watched in pure agony. He watched as the doctor placed his thumbs in her mouth as best he could and as Tom fought against his friend that held him to the wall he shut his eyes, not wanting to see her in any more pain. Perhaps that was worse, though, because he could still hear the loud yell of pain that his pretty girl let out and Tom felt nothing but anger. Anger because his girl was hurt and anger because he couldn’t do anything to help her. He was just beyond angry.
It was only hours later when Tom let himself be in the same room as her. When he finally stepped foot in her private suite he forgot how to breathe again. She looked horrible. She had bruising around her eye, it turning shades of purple and yellow. Her jaw was wired shut and she had a feeding tube going up her nose as well as a bandage wrapped around her whole head. Tom felt his heart drop to his stomach, he spoke, eyes down, “Hey, love.”
With no answer, he looked up to find Y/N looking at him with curious eyes. “Can you hear me?” She stared still, so he sighed and pointed to his ear and she shook her head. The lovesick boy felt his heart drop even further, if that was even possible. Realistically, he knew her hearing would come back and that the bruising would fade and that she would get better, but he was still feeling like he would always remember the feeling of seeing her so hurt. So broken. So defeat.
He couldn’t bear it. He wouldn’t. So for now he pulled over a chair and held her hand, comforting her without words, comforting her with all his love. Because that was his job as her future husband.
So can I have a imagine where you’re mob!tom’s side chick but you don’t know you are until his wife walks in
You sat on Tom’s lap at his desk, straddling him. Your fingers ran through the curls at the back of his head, twisting it around your index finger and then letting it unravel into a small and bouncy curl. His hands roamed your back, squeezing your hips as he placed a delicate kiss on your neck.
“Tommy?”
“Yes, love?”
You sighed and then pulled away from him, placing your hands on his face.
“We’re coming up to a year next week. I can’t believe that we’ve been with each other for almost a year.” You smile, sweet memories filling your head like a large, fluffy cloud. “I love you, Tom.”
He smiled and hummed, pulling you closer to him. However, your smile faltered as he didn’t respond to your ‘I love you’. He never did - not even once during your relationship.
“Are you okay?” You said slowly, looking into his sharp brown eyes for clarity.
“Yeah, of course.” He smiled weakly. There seemed to be a bit of guilt hidden in his dark irises, but you always ignored it. “So, what do you want to do today?” A smirk formed on his face as he leaned back into your neck, leaving wet kisses down to your collarbone.
“Well, I was thinking that we could maybe-”
“Tommy?”
Your eyes snapped open and glared at Tom who stopped what he was doing, his deathly grip loosening. You looked over your shoulder, as did the mobster before he pushed you off of him so you fell onto the floor. Your head thumped, blood rushing to your brain.
“Darling!” He said, panic in his voice. You sat up and saw a woman in the doorway wearing an expensive black dress, clutching onto her purse. Her blonde hair was combed into a tight bun at the top of her head. She probably just came back from work, definitely not expecting this.
“Darling?” You repeated, standing up and rubbing the back of your head.
“Who are you?” The woman asked, sadness and shock evident in her tone.
“Who are you?” You asked, eyes trailing down to her hand which was holding onto her purse for dear life. On her ring finger proudly sat a diamond ring that shone brightly against the sunlight that was glaring through the curtains. “Oh.” You whispered, realizing that she must have been his wife.
“T-Tom, explain to me what’s going on?” She croaked, dropping her purse and holding onto the doorframe for stability.
“I-I…” His voiced trailed off once his eyes locked with your sad ones.
“Is this the reason why you never said you loved me? Why you never talked about marriage or kids with me?”
Tom sighed and nodded, unable to look at the pair of you.
“Yeah. I didn’t mean to do this to you. I-I wanted to tell you at some point.” His voice broke.
“I was in love with you, Tom. You meant the fucking world to me. But, apparently I’m nothing but a side-bitch to you.” You yelled, grabbing your purse and phone that was sat on the desk. “How could you do that to me? To us? Your girlfriend and-and wife.”
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s not good enough, Tom.” You pulled the strap of your bag over your shoulder. “You’ll never be good enough for me.” You muttered before walking out of the room and not looking back. His hand brushed over your wrist in an attempt to bring you back to him, but his touch could never be the same.
d i s c l a i m e r : i do not own the rights to the tv series “grey’s anatomy”, nor do i own the plot. all credits goes to the writers. the OC characters belong to me, and the ideas are mine.
p a i r i n g : surgical intern!tom holland x surgical intern!reader
w a r n i n g s : blood, surgical cases, surgical definitions/terms
s u m m a r y : no one told them it would be this hard, especially when they’re accepted to intern at the best hospital in the u.s. as future surgeons, it’s their duty to work alongside legends, but a hospital is chaotic, and these 6 friends expect nothing but the worst.
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- Chapter One: Rough First Day
- Chapter Two: The New Mentors
- Chapter Three: The Attendings
- Chapter Four: Accidents Happen
- Chapter Five: 2:30am Train Wrecks
- Chapter Six: The Night Shift (pt.1)
- Chapter Seven: The Night Shift (pt.2)
but can you imagine like doctor!tom and kindergartenteacher!reader being married and being so cute—im...
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“Holland, your wife is out in the waiting room.”
Tom looked up from the file, blinking a few time’s to adjust his eyes. It wasn’t a surprise that Tom’s vision was partially blurred after so many hours of staring at case files, voice sore from barking orders and explaining conditions to confused patients.
He holds up a few papers, pen in the other hand. “I just have to finish these-”
“Tom,” His work mate practically scolds “You’ve been here for ages, just go home now before you pass out.”
Reluctantly, Tom agree’s. He always felt guilty about leaving when there was work to do surrounding his patients but that was hospital life, there’d always be more work to do. He also felt guilty about making you wait, knowing the seats were most likely damaging your back and that the waiting room got colder at this hour of the night.
The doctor walks into the waiting room with his coat now around his shoulders, bag slung over one shoulder as he looks around for you, not having to look for long before his eyes land on a hunched over figure near the back of the room.
You were fast sleep on one of the plastic seats, a pile of papers in your lap that he assumed was for work. Getting closer, he was able to make out little drawings, colorful pen scribbled all over the pages.
“Darling?” Tom says gently, not wanting to frighten you. He collects the pile of papers on your lap, tucking them under his arm as he says your name again, brushing stray strands of hair out of your face.
Your eyes flutter open, neck aching from the uncomfortable sleeping position as you adjust to the rather extreme amount of white in the room from white walls to floors to even the plush couches.
“Tom?” You ask, stretching out your legs. “You look exhausted.” You say, noticing the bags under his eyes and his tousled hair.
“Says’ the one that was fast asleep.” He jokes, cracking a smile. “Let’s go home.” Tom reaches a handout and you take it without hesitation, not having seen him in a rather long period of time.
His wedding room was cool against your warm hands, the gold band tickling your fingers.
hello :)) finally i'm back with a short oneshot for my doctor!tom feels!
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"Hey, hey, hey, look at me. Yes, that's perfect, darling. Keep your eyes focused on me." A curly haired young man with his eyebrows scrunced with worry was looking down at you on a stretcher. You felt like your head was being pounded with a hammer, feeling the warm blood trickling down your face. Your eyes were slipping but you tried your best to do what the man was saying.
"Alright, let's take a peek here." He took a pen light from the pocket of his scrubs and leaned over you, placing a hand over your eyelid gently.
"Just keep your eyes steady, love." His voice was soothing as he continously shone the light in your eyes.
"She's responsive to light and she's perceptive." He said towards the nurse that nodded afterwards, probably filing a report.
"Okay, that's great. Now, follow the light with your eyes only." He continued, moving the pen through different directions and supporting your neck at the same time. His hands were soft.
"She seems to have a light concussion but nothing too serious. Get her cleaned up, I will have a more detailed examination and don't forget to record her vitals after she's stabilized." His voice was direct but soft.
"Yes, Dr. Holland." The nurse responded and Dr. Holland turned around to take one last look at you.
"You'll be fine, you're really lucky to survive that accident with so little injuries. Don't worry, I got you." He smiled and the nurses placed an oxygen mask on your face as he quit the room.
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You opened your eyes in an all white room, realizing you were wearing a hospital gown. You barely started to remember what happened, the accident and the emergency room. You remembered the doctor and felt warm.
Your headache was gone and you felt a bandage around your head, covering the wound. You glared at your chest, also feeling a bandage around there. Did you break a bone?
You had just managed to sit up, groaning when the door opened and Dr. Holland entered the room. His blue scrubs looked amazing on him and his hair was messy, despite it being early in the morning. You felt like shit and you could just hope you didn't look like that.
"Good morning, y/n." He had a bright smile on his face as he approached on your bed.
"Hi." You croaked, your voice hoarse.
"Here." He handed you a glass of water, you gladly taking it. Feeling a thousand times better, you tapped the glass with your nails, looking down.
"Thank you."
"My pleasure." he stayed quiet for a moment, inspecting the papers in his hands.
"So, I will need to take a look at you, more detailed this time. You are really lucky that you only had a... fractured rib and a slight concussion." He put his stethoscope on and helped you stay up by putting a hand on your back.
"Just take deep breaths as I place this on your body, alright?" You nodded and he warmed up the device.
"I apologize in advance if my hands are a bit cold."
You mumbled a , "That's okay." You were still slightly shaken from the previous night.
He gently roamed the stethoscope all around your chest and back.
"Are you lightheaded yet? We can stop."
"Nope, I'm fine."
He then examined your eyes, ears, nose and mouth, looking for any sign of disorientation. His gracious hands wandered around your neck and face, checking the sinuses.He lightly percussed your abdomen and ribs, careful not to touch the injured one. You winced when he accidentally hit a spot close to that area. "I'm sorry, love." You smiled at the nickname. Endearings seemed to slip off of his mouth.
He placed a hand on your arm, helping you stand up. He checked your reflexes, you just watching his focused state. His lips were pressed together.
"You look great, y/n, no signs of major trauma." He stood up and smiled.
"Healthwise, might be. Physically, don't think so. Pretty sure I'm a walking mess right now." You let out a small laugh, making Tom chuckle as well.
"I can assure you look great, darling."
You could feel your cheeks heating up and you let your loose hair cover your face.
"We should be keeping you in here for another night, though. Just to be sure. Are you feeling dizzy at the moment? Having a hard time remembering anything from last night?"
You shook your head from left to right, "I'm all good."
"Perfect, you can call me anytime you want, I'm here the entire night."
"Thank you, Dr. Holland." You
"Please, call me Tom, I feel old when people say that."
"How old are you?" You asked, thinking he was on his early 30s.
"I'm 26."
"Whoa. You are 26 and already one of the main docs in here?" You were really impressed.
"I guess." He ran a hand through his hair, chuckling nervously, "How old are you?" He retorted.
"24." You stopped for a moment, "Shouldn't you know that from my file?" You asked, confused. You knew your family was outside, you saw the clothes laying on the couch.
"I do." He started, "Just needed an excuse to keep talking until I figured out how to ask for your number." His cheeks turned pink and you felt your heart flutter. You stared at him for a few seconds, trying to process what he just said.
"I should be going now, am I? Sorry if I overstepped." He muttered anxiously, turning on his heels towards the door. You grabbed the hem of his scrubs, making him stop.
"Wait! Do you have a pen?" You asked suddenly and he fidgeted with his pockets, finding one. You wrote your number on a piece of paper you found on the bedside table and handed it over, his eyes lighting up.
"Just in case if you want to talk more." You added and smiled, assuring him that you were fine with spending more time with him.
"I-" He struggled to find the right words, "Uhm, t-thank you." The cool, professional doctor that took care of you a few minutes ago was gone and a young man having the number of a girl was present now.
"It's alright." You chuckled, "Don't forget to come check on me, I'm still your patient as much as I don't want to be one."
"How could I?" He smiled one last time and quit the room, the huge grin not leaving his face as he paced through the corridors.
