Pairing: Tom Holland x Stunt Woman!Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of catcalling, fluff

Request: : Helloo ur a really good writer so I wanted 2 make a request 4 a tom×stuntwoman!reader with prompt 4 and 8 where the reader hates it when guys flirt and catcall her so she became tough and she thinks Tom is like that but he isn't 

Prompts:

4: "If you ever come near me again, I will knock you so far into the future you'll be meeting your great-grandkids."8: "Awww, look who actually has a heart under the blackness."

Summary: You're a stunt woman for next Spidey film which leads you to met Tom, who isn't who you thought he was 

This wasn't your first time working on a film, not even close. In fact, you've built a fairly nice career for yourself as a stunt woman already. You enjoyed the thrill of doing your own stunts and yeah sure, sometimes you got injured but it was always worth it. You got to do the cool stuff, the stuff the actors weren't allowed to do. With that, however, came you meeting the actors themselves. Most were very nice but others were less than anything to be desired.

You never had much problem with the women, only on rare occasions. It was the men. Now, most were very kind but it was always the rude and indecent ones that seemed to outweigh all of the good ones. You were sick and tired of being catcalled and flirted with as if you were some type of property. That's part of why you became a stunt woman to begin with. You're stronger than these men give you credit for and you're willing to protect yourself and put them in their place when need be. So, to say you were only mildly concerned when you found out you'd be on the same set as Tom Holland would be an understatement.

You'd only heard good things about the new Spider-Man but he was attractive. He's strong, fit, he's Spider-Man for fuck's sake. You know damn well he had girls all over him and it's likely it's gone to his head. It wasn't that you were conceited in thinking that he'd be like all the other guys that always saw you as a pretty face, it was just what you expected at this point and you didn't want to hear it anymore.

"Y/n, this is Tom." Tom's stunt double introduced you.

"Hi." You smiled kindly, already judging him.

"Hello, darlin'. It's nice meeting you."

"Yeah, don't call me that." You shake your head and roll your eyes, denying his handshake which grants you a soft glare from his stunt double.

"Uh, sorry." Tom put his hand in his pocket. "I didn't me-"

"It's fine. I gotta go." You brush him off, already picking up that's he's likely too big of flirt for your comfort.

It was one word, one word that actually isn't too uncommon but it rubbed you the wrong way and maybe you were a little harsh but then again, you saw the way him and Zendaya went back and forth. They were just friends but Tom was always cheeky and you saw the way he was with the other girls on set, always cheeky and a bit flirty. Maybe he didn't actually mean to be flirty, but he was. It was pretty repulsive. So, you made it your own personal mission to avoid Tom at all costs. And it worked. It worked for about two days and then you ran into each other at catering.

Tom came up from the side of you and he started putting food on his plate, his eyes constantly glancing at you the entire time while you were grabbing your food. You could feel his eyes on you and goosebumps formed on your skin while your blood started to boil.

"Yes?" You tried not to sound too annoyed, knowing you had to be professional.

"Nothing." Tom shakes his head, now keeping his stare at the food. "Just curious why you've been avoiding me."

"Don't owe you an explanation." You state with a one-shoulder shrug.

"No, no you don't." Tom agrees. "But I am curious. I don't think I've done anything but if I have, I'd like to know so I know not to do it again in the future. I don't like pissing people off." Tom admits and his voice is level and actually quite sweet but you don't buy it.

"Guess that's something you'll have to deal with."

Tom bites his tongue wanting to fire back with something snarky but he was already on your bad side and he had no idea why. He was rarely on anyone's bad side. He was always very kind and respectful to anyone and everyone. It's just how he is. He was raised to be kind and respectful so the fact you were completely blowing him off and without reason was really eating at him. Tom just wanted to know what he did.

"Look, I'm just trying to figure out-"

"Look," You cut him off again, this time facing him. "If you ever come near me again, I'll knock you so far into the future you'll be meeting your great-grandkids."

Tom's eyes widened with your quick response, his jaw agape while you turned on your heels and walked away. You were standing your ground on him. He was a flirt and you didn't have time for it. You didn't have time for him to be charming and end up being an utter ass. You met way too many guys like and he couldn't even respect that you didn't want to tell him what your issue was.

Tom did as you threatened. He stayed away from you as much as he could the rest of the week. It wasn't exactly easy but he managed and you tried your best to avoid him as well so it really was working but then you were corned bu his best friend and he was asking what Tom had done for you to threaten him. It really wasn't until then that you realized maybe you really had jumped the gun in order to protect yourself. His best friend explained that Tom was still going back and forth on what he could have done and if there were a way to make whatever he did up to you. He didn't even know you but he still didn't want you to hate him. You felt real fucking guilty after finding that out.

You sighed and decided to make your way to Tom's trailer, pushing down your pride in order to apologize. You knocked and Tom opened the door a few seconds later, his eyes wide with the sight of you.

"Uh...hi?" He says.

"Can I come in? I want to apologize." You say, heat rising to your cheeks.

"Sure." Tom says, his voice questioning as he allows you inside. The two fo you sit on either side of the small table. "Oh, sorry. Did you want something to drink?" He asks as he places his hands on the table to get up.

"No," You shake your head. "It's fine."

Tom nods and sits back down. "So, what's going on?" He asks, fidgeting with his watch.

"I was a bitch." You give an embarrassed chuckle. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so quick to judge."

Tom glances down and bites his lip. "Why were you?" His voice is light but you hear the touches of hurt in the words.

"Getting catcalled and flirted with all the time is the worst." You say through your teeth, heat rising back to your cheeks as it's your turn to look to the table.

"Oh..." Tom says, processing your words. "I'd never catcall and I'm sorry if you thought I was flirting when I called you darlin'. I use it a lot." Tom's words are sincere making you look back to him.

"No, I should have given you the benefit of the doubt. I'm just quick to judge."

"Well, it's quite alright." Tom reassures. "All's forgiven. Start over?"

"Absolutely. You're not so bad from this conversation actually."

A sly grin comes to Tom's face as the two of you shake hands. "Aww, look who actually has a heart under the blackness." Tom chuckles.

"Alright." You scoff but hold a steady smile. "I deserve that."

"I won't flirt with you but you gotta take the piss."

"Fine, but you've got to pull your pants up. You're gonna trip one day and break your nose." You tease back.

Tom licks his lips, the smirk steady with his eyes bright. "I'll take my chances."