No Pain, No Gain (Tom Holland x Stunt Double! Reader)
Summary: You’re a stunt double for a villain in the second Spiderman movie- which is probably the coolest thing ever. especially since you’re a huge Tom Holland fan. You’re beyond excited for your first day working with your celebrity crush, and of course, it’s a fight scene. Unfortunately… things don’t go as smoothly as you would’ve hoped.
Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader (romantic)
Warning(s): Swearing (as always), fake fighting, accidental injury
Inspiration: This is actually a request! Exciting!
Word count: 1,020
A/N: This was my first request! And i got it out on fanfic writer appreciation day, which is cool. I’m so sorry for the wait for this and another imagine in general, i hope you love it!
Being a stunt double for a superhero movie was perhaps the coolest thing you’d ever done to date.
Somehow, your prior experience with various martial arts and gymnastics had qualified you to be the badass behind a villain. Well, and the fact that you looked like the actress playing the minor villain in the second Spiderman film.
Today was your first official fight scene with Tom Holland, and you were buzzing. Between the nerves and excitement, you hadn’t needed your usual morning coffee. Which was a crazy thing in itself.
You arrived on set bright and early to get into costume and do the works (hair and makeup). You were going to be “fighting” Spiderman, which was not something every girl could say. Throwing fake punches at Tom Holland… wasn’t the ideal way to meet him but hey. You’d still be face to face with your celebrity crush… and that was mind-blowing.
You walked onto set after getting all suited up, feeling like a badass. You couldn’t help but do a little bit of what the Marvel fandom referred to as the “Murder Strut”. Of course, you weren’t even close to as intimidating as the Winter Soldier… but there was no harm in pretending. You did have to portray an angry teenage vigilante after all.
“That was quite an intimidating walk, are you sure you don’t genuinely want to kill me?” A voice, tinged with amusement, echoed from behind you. You whipped around and there, in all of his Spiderman glory, was Tom fucking Holland. Oh shit. He’d seen your embarrassing attempt at the Murder Strut.
You cleared your throat. “Thanks… I was, uh, trying to get into character.” You offered him a weak smile and your hand. “I’m (y/n), it’s really nice to meet you- I’m a big fan. Wow. The suit…”
Tom grinned broadly and gave your hand a firm, but gentle shake. “It’s fucking awesome, right? Well, it looks awesome. It doesn’t feel that great to wear.” You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit, your nose crinkling.
“Yeah, I know. I watched every interview from the first movie-” You cut yourself off, a blush heating your cheeks at your confession. Tom opened his mouth to say something else, but a producer jogged over to the two of you. He wanted to know if you were ready to start filming. You and Tom exchanged looks, the blush on your cheeks fading, and nodded. Your stomach flipped- this was really happening. You’re going to fake fight your celebrity crush pretending to be your favourite superhero. Oh man, this was going to be quite the experience.
Almost too quickly, you were being thrust into the scene. Tom flipped in and you released a growl, spinning to face him. The lines for the character you were fighting as would be filmed later. Tom leapt at you and you skidded through his legs, coming up with fists in front of your face.
The two of you went at it, clearly being sucked in by the fight choreography. It was a wonder that Tom could manage it all with the suit partially obscuring his vision. You fake kicked and punched viciously, as did Tom, who swung around the room as well. At one point, Spiderman/Tom had backed you into a corner, and the two of you were brawling it out in a tight corner of the room.
All of a sudden, pain exploded in your face and your head shot backwards. You let out a startled cry, stumbling backwards. Your faced ached, and it felt like it was on fire. A long, vulgar stream of cuss words bubbled from your lips. Tom Holland had punched you in the face! In the nose!
You raised your hands to gently touch your throbbing nose, and when you pulled your fingers away, they were wet with blood. Great. Tom finally stopped gaping at you in horror as a producer ran over.
“Fuck, (y/n), I’m so sorry! Shit! Oh my god!” Tom rambled, rushing towards you, eyes filled with concern. “I’m so sorry! Fuck. Oh my god, are you okay? You’re bleeding… She’s bleeding! We need a medic!”
You groaned every time you touched your nose. You couldn’t stop. The fifth time you went to touch your bloody nose, Tom gently caught your hands. That made you face grow redder for a different reason.
“You shouldn’t do that,” he said softly, “listen, I really am so fucking sorry it’s the suit-” You cut him off with a quiet laugh and a smile.
“It hurts, but I’ll live, Tom. I signed up for this. And… how many girls can say that Tom Holland punched them in the face? That’s kinda cool.” You offer in an attempt to make him feel better. The medics start to swarm you, and Tom refuses to leave despite being asked to.
Tom raked a hand through his hair. This was clearly eating at him. “I feel so awful… can I take you out to dinner to make it up to you? I mean… I might’ve asked you anyway if I could’ve gathered the courage… the stunt doubles I’ve worked with have never been as pretty as you.” Now it was Tom who was quite red indeed. You couldn’t keep a huge grin from spreading across your face, despite the fact that it hurt a little. He thought you were pretty, even with a bloody nose! Tom fucking Holland had asked you to dinner!
“Only if it’s Italian,” You joked, accepting a tissue from a medic, “I’m a sucker for garlic bread. And being asked out to dinner by my celebrity crush.” You didn’t know where your boldness had come from. Maybe the adrenaline.
Tom beamed. “Italian it is. I only wish I hadn’t had to punch you to get you to come to dinner with me…” He replied sheepishly, giving the hand he’s still holding a gentle squeeze. Both of you burst into laughter.
Okay, so getting punched by Tom Holland and going on a date with him afterwards was the coolest thing you’d done to date. No pain, no gain, right?