makeshift tripod

I Never Planned on You: Tom Holland

tom holland x reader

A/N: I’m sorry, i feel like this was really crappy :-( this isn’t part of my broadway!tom series, it just happens to be v similar 


requested: mrsdoradominguez-barnes:

Question can you do another Tom Holland imagine where the reader is on tour with newsies and lands a role on civil war so when filming wraps up in Georgia the civil war cast go and see the reader perform on newsies and Tom falls in love with her

Words: 2000+

Warnings: does poor character development count???

summary: your relationship with Tom only comes to light when he comes to see one of your performances on Broadway

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It had been a long journey to the big screen, and you couldn’t quite believe how lucky you’d been to make it this far.

It was stressful at first, the juggling of auditions and performances every night. It had been months of self-taping audition cuts between matinee and evening shows as your fellow cast members watched from behind the makeshift tripod, cheering you on silently.

The call came in late May. Someone from Marvel had finally seen all of the videos you’d been sending for the past three months and asked you to fly to Georgia for two days to screen test with some of the actors the film.

Your decision was an easy one; all you had to do was send in your two-weeks-in-advance notice stating that you’d be gone for three days at the most, and then you found yourself in Atlanta, caught in a whirlwind of new people to meet and new lines to read.

That was the beginning of the end, you supposed. You used to just be the girl who ended up on Broadway, performing for nearly-full houses eight times a week, which you weren’t complaining about, but if you were being completely honest with yourself, you couldn’t imagine was the end of the line for you.

You had barely touched back down in JFK two days later when they called you again to let you know that you’d gotten the part, and can you start next week? And of course you said yes. How could you not? It was a minor role, but it was just the tip of the iceberg that was your future. In a span of a few short days, you had gone from the small town girl on a big city stage to a small town girl who’d soon grace movie screens across the globe.

The hard part was leaving your home behind. You’d lived in New York for four years; your parents had moved the family up to the city when you were fifteen and had booked your first show on Broadway. You spent most of your teen years busy with never-ending rehearsals and homeschooling in between.

When the show closed only months after its opening, you were fortunate enough to already have something else lined up, and from then on, you spent your time building quite an impressive resume. Four Broadway shows and three Off-Broadway were definitely worth noting, especially at your age.

When you were eighteen, desperate to feel a sense of independence, you went on the hunt for a new apartment and a couple of roommates. From there, you found Anna and Sam, two of the sweetest, most supportive girls you’d ever met, and you couldn’t be more grateful to have them in your life.

Six months ago, you booked the role of Katherine Plumber in Newsies, your first lead role, and it had, thus far, been the best six months of your life. You loved your co-workers, and you loved that you were able to do what you loved eight times a week.

That was why leaving was so hard. It was only two months, tops, but it would be two long months without the people you loved most in a city where you knew nobody, doing something you had never done before.

You had quite the send-off, though. Anna and Sam, along with your wonderful parents, surprised you with a party full of everyone you loved, which meant the little rooftop garden on top of your building was full of cast members, crew, close friends, and your immediate family, including your brother who’d come back from teaching in Korea just to celebrate you.

You complained at first, said it was too much for a two month endeavor, but everyone insisted that it was a momentous occasion (though you knew Sam would’ve made any excuse to use the rooftop garden for a party). The night ended with teary eyes and long, tight hugs all the way around and strict instructions from your show’s producer to come back home whenever you missed Katherine too much.

The next day, your roommates and your family accompanied you to the airport, all getting out to say goodbye and wish you luck on your new adventures.

“So. This is it then, huh kiddo?” your brother asked, smiling softly as he wrapped an arm around you.

“Guess so. I still can’t believe this is happening. I feel like my life is actually about to start,” you mused, leaning into his body.

“You know we’re so, so proud of you, don’t you, sweetie?” your mom asked with a watery smile.

“Aw, mom! You’re gonna make me start crying again,” you pouted teasingly.

“She’s right, Y/N. We can’t wait to see where this movie takes you. We’ve always knew you would go so far,” your dad smiled, reaching over to rub your shoulder.

“Thanks, guys. It’s just gonna be so weird being away from home for so long. I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you guys.”

“You’re gonna go be a star, just like we always knew you were, alright Y/N? We’re sad that you’re leaving, but it’s only two months! We’re all just a phone call away, and you know you can always come home when you need us,” Anna grinned, pulling you to her and into a hug.

“I love you guys,” you mumbled into her sweatshirt.

“We love you too, Y/N. Now get out of here or you’ll miss your flight!” Sam giggled, hugging you when Anna released you from her tight grip.

You hugged the rest of your family with one last goodbye, then turned to security, getting in line before turning back around to send one more teary wave back to your family.

When you arrived in Atlanta, you were catapulted straight into shooting and nonstop work that you barely had any time to think about how much you missed home. In the rare moments that you did, though, you found solace in your young costar, Tom Holland.

You knew he was like you, that he’d started in the show business at a much younger age than you, and therefore he’d know what it was like to have a spotlight on you at all times. He also knew how hard it was to be away from home. He was from England, much farther than Manhattan, and you had to wonder how he was able to cope with being so far away from his family for so long.

He was good at taking your mind off of the matters that plagued your thoughts, like whether or not everyone was missing you, or how your replacement was doing in Newsies so far, or if your brother was alright, all by himself in Korea. With a quick wit and a natural inclination for humor, he was your beacon of light through your stressful times.

You’d finished filming much earlier than him; his role was a bit bigger than yours- who knew Spider-Man would be such an integral part to the story!- so he had another few weeks before he was done, and then the filmed bits would be off to be put together into a coherent story.

He’d gone to see you off at the airport the morning after you’d finished filming, sending you off with a big hug and a promise to come visit before he had to go back to London.

It was three months after you’d gotten back You were twenty now, and back at Newsies, playing the role you loved and missed so much. Backstage was chaotic, as it usually was at half hour, but you sat in your cozy dressing room, the eye of the hurricane, listening to Bing Crosby croon from the speakers of your vintage turntable as you prepared for the show.

You were always one to prepare early; you firmly believed that the earlier you got in costume, the more time you’d have to get in character. You breathed deeply, your essential oil diffuser letting out puffs of lavender-scented mist as you leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes for a moment of deep relaxation, one of the last moments you’d get before your fellow cast members started flocking to your room for last minute snacks or lozenges or cups of tea before the show began.

When the show began thirty minutes later, you got lost in the magic of the show, for once not worrying about what the audience thought of you. The stage lights did a great job of blocking the house from view, anyway. It wasn’t until intermission that you learned exactly who was sitting in the front row that night.

“Hey, did you see your friend out there?” Ben, one of the younger guys, asked, taking a long pull from his water bottle.

“Huh? Which friend?” you asked, distracted. You were trying to get the pin right on your skirt so it would hold the bottom up during your upcoming tap number.

“Oh yeah, that guy! The one you were filming with when you left us earlier this year,” Sky explained, stretching his leg out above his head.

“What? Who is it?” you asked, interest piqued. It could’ve been any number of  people; even though Tom was the one you tended to gravitate towards during the shoot, you’d made friends with most of the people in the cast.

“I dunno, I just know that I saw him in the trailer for the movie,” Ben shrugged, setting his water back down on your coffee table. “Anyway, they’re about to call places, so let’s go.”

You grinned triumphantly at the fixed pin, but your mind ran with ideas of who could be in the audience. You were hoping it was Tom. He had promised he’d come see the show, after all.

You made it through the rest of the show with hardly any bumps, putting a little more pep in your step now that you knew there was someone special to impress in the audience. And if imagining Tom was the one sitting in the front row impacted your performance at all, nobody had to know. .

You were back in your dressing room letting your hair out of its pin curls when you heard a quick rap on your door.

“Come in!” you called through the bobby pins in your mouth.

“Hey there, love,” a sweet, English accent spoke from over your shoulder. You whipped around, forgetting all about your hair that was half curling wildly, and half still contained under a dozen more bobby pins.

“I was told someone I knew was here. If only you’d told me, I would’ve tapped a little harder for you,” you grinned, standing to give Tom a hug.

“You were fantastic, Y/N. Honestly. I  had no idea you could dance like that. And your voice! My God, woman! Where were you hiding that all this time?” he laughed, pulling you off the ground to spin you around.

“Thank you, Tom. Seriously, I really appreciate you coming to see the show.” Your grin hadn’t slipped off of your face for even a second as he held you in his arms.

“I told you I would, didn’t I?” he asked, squeezing you tightly.

“Yeah, I just thought you meant that as a courtesy, not that you’d actually fly to New York to come see me!” you exclaimed.

“Hey, who said I was here for you? Maybe I’m here to see your pal Ben chomp on a cigar for two and a half hours straight,” he joked, eyes shining.

“Mhm, you know you love me, Tom,” you smirked, punching his arm lightly.

“Yeah,” he whispered, brown eyes boring into yours.

“What?” you asked, grin faltering.

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated, bringing a hand up to cup your face. “Seriously, somewhere between our deep midnight talks and stupid pranks, I completely fell in love with you and I didn’t realize it until you left. I knew I had to come see you somehow and tell you how I feel, but they kept me in Atlanta longer than anticipated. As soon as I was finished, I booked the first flight here.”

You smiled, reaching up to grip the the hand on your cheek with your own. You sighed, leaning into Tom’s body heat.

“You know, you have know idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that, Holland,” you smiled, then leaned up to capture his lips with your own.

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First big Aurora Borealis, Umeå, Sweden (Nov 2017)

I apologise for the less than stellar quality, this is the best I could do with a Samsung S6 (pro settings, 4sec exposition, using a makeshift tripod and a 5sec timer to avoid shaky hands).

My faithful Olympus camera that has stayed with me for 10 years, went through extreme heat and extreme cold, extreme trips (India, Colombia, Vietnam and so on) and a memorable tumble down the full flight of stairs of the British museum while filming for the Antiques Roadshow -still slightly embarrassed about that- has finally been defeated by the Norwegian weather in Lofoten. Rest in peace, dear Olympus.

On another note, does anyone have suggestions for good, reliable cameras? (That are able to take some hits and extreme heat/cold?) I’d love to get some feedback!

Cute Couple Moment (With Imagine)


You and Sam hadn’t seen each other in months. He lived in Nebraska and you lived in Georgia (sorry if you don’t). It had been a complete surprise when you were outside playing basketball with your sister’s boyfriend and Sam came up the drive way. You immediately dropped the ball running toward Sam and wrapping your arms around his neck. In response he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss.


You two were at an awards ceremony and you were announcing the category for Best Male Lead. You read out the nominees and afterwards you opened up the envelope to see that it was none other than your boyfriend Cameron. He came up on stage and wrapped his arm around you pulling you in for a kiss.


You and Nash had went out shopping earlier that day. You each bought a pair of underwear to match with who your favorite superhero was. You two jumped around on the bed before Nash pulled out his camera and sat it up on a makeshift tripod and set up the photo timer. You two posed and waited for the timer to go off. You guys continued to take photos the rest of the night and posted some of them on social media. This one ended up on your Instagram.


You and Matt were in New York for your One-Year-Anniversary. Fans had been asking you guys to take pictures, but Matt wasn’t too keen on it. When it came to your relationship, Matt was a very private guy, but after a few nudges from you and the fans Matt gave in. You guys took the selfie and the fans loved it, even though Matt was being stubborn and didn’t smile.

Jack G- 

You, Gilinsky, and your best friend Meredith had been hanging out at your place all day long. The air conditioning hadn’t been working so you and Jack took your shirts off. Meredith teased you two asking if you guys were just going to get naked and have sex on the bed. Jack blushed and you threw a pillow at her telling her to shut-up. She laughed and snapped a quick picture of you two saying that y'all were her favorite couple. A few minutes later she slipped out of the bedroom leaving you two alone.


Jacob had been gone on tour for the last 7 months. You were just itching to see your baby so you offered to pick him up at the airport. When Jacob saw you he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped yours around his neck. Paparazzi was all over the airport and were asking you guys questions. You turned to say something and Jacob kissed your cheek. The next day the photos were all over magazines, but you guys didn’t care. They showed how much you and Jacob cared for each other.


Magcon Miami had been really hectic and you hadn’t gotten a chance to see Aaron at all and with all the craziness happening on you guys’ floor hotel security wasn’t letting anyone up there. Of course you were pissed because security wasn’t letting you go up there. You kept trying to tell security that you were Aaron Carpenter’s girlfriend, but they just thought you were another fan doing and saying anything to get up there to the boys. You called Aaron and told him the situation and he came down ASAP despite protest from security on that floor. Aaron immediately grabbed you and pulled you into him kissing your forehead. He apologized for him not being around and promised to make it up when Magcon Miami was over.


You and Taylor had been invited to attend Vidcon*. You guys were on the top floor with the other Youtubers and you, Taylor, Amanda (makeupbymandy24), and Tre (thisisacommentary) were outside goofing around. Taylor and Tre playfully argued about who was more ripped. Tre started to flex and Amanda went next to him and began feeling on his bicep. “I’d say Tre takes the cake on this one,” Amanda said. You giggled and sat next to Taylor and pulled his shirt to the side. You playfully gawked at his abs and touched them. “No way my Tay has abs of steel you guys.”

*Just pretend that Taylor still makes youtube videos.

(not my pictures)

Leaving My Fingerprints

‘I’m so tired it feels like my eyes are going to fall out.” Chester sighed dramatically as he collapsed face down onto their bed, groaning in contentment.

Grace laughed at his actions, stifling a yawn on the back of her hand as she made a makeshift tripod out of a stack of old magazines left in their hotel room and setting her camera up. When she looked back around, Chester was tucked up cozily under the covers of their bed, sleeping soundly. Grace rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, though she smiled despite herself.

'Good night to you too, dummy.’ She said mockingly, running a finger under her eyes to remove any smeared make up and combing her fingers through her hair to smooth it the best she could, before turning on the camera.

'Come to bed Grace.’ Chester said, his voice low and gravelly making Grace’s head spin. 'Need to cuddle.’ Grace stuck out her tongue in mock disgust at his words but Chester smirked knowingly, fighting to keep his eyes open.

'Gross.’ She said, checking that she would be in frame, and perhaps more importantly checking that he wouldn’t.

'Liar.’ He yawned, the bed rustling as he moved. 'Grace, babe please come to bed with me.’

'Can’t. Need to film the intro for Fridiary tomorrow so I can edit it on the plane..’ Grace could almost feel Chester rolling his eyes.


'Disney boy.’ She teased, quickly shutting him up. The bed squeaked again and Grace presumed that Chester had gone to sleep. Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward to turn her camera on and tried to shrug off the tiredness from a weeks worth of shooting for Hey USA for just a few minutes and transform herself into professional mode.

'Hey guys and welcome to Fridiary! Yet another hotel room because-’ She was cut off at the feel of a pair of strong arms wrapping around her middle, fingers digging into her sides rhythmically as she shrieked.

'Chester!’ She gasped out as he tickled her mercilessly, both of them collapsing onto the bed as Grace writhed. 'Stop stop stop I’m filming right now!’ She shrieked as she kicked her legs hard, attempting to escape his unrelinquishing grip.

'That’ll teach you Helbig.’ He said, lightening off in his ministrations and instead ghosting his fingers up and down her sides, making her shiver. He scooted closer to her so their bodies lay side by side, faces almost touching. 'Knew I’d get you to come to bed.’

Grace pouted and leapt up, straightening her rumpled clothes.

'Jackass.’ She said, taking her seat and composing herself before continuing again in her segment, as Chester sighed and allowed himself to be pulled into sleep once more.


Wake the fuck up, Helbig.


Gracie, you’ve done goofed.

You’ve broken the internet. Eat shit Zalfie.

grace seriously!!


Grace’s heart hammered in her chest as she read through the messages on her phone as she groggily woke up in her own bed the morning after her flight. Chester was sound asleep next to her, his arm a dead weight across her waist. The past twenty four hours had gone by in a blur of early morning complimentary breakfasts, bleary eyed plane editing and a quick upload when she got home before she collapsed into bed, still dressed in her clothes.

Typing out a question mark in response to Mamrie and Hannah, Grace gnawed on her fingernail her mind rife with possibilities. Her reply was instantaneous: Check yesterday’s video.

Feeling her blood run cold, Grace opened up her video on her phone and clicked play, Chester still sleeping soundly beside her. She gnawed on her thumbnail, everything as expected. What were they talking about in the video? As the end card started playing Grace let out a sigh of relief. Maybe she had interpreted the text wrong? Maybe… Oh shit.

Grace could only watch in wide eyed terror as the the scene unfurled. There, instead of her reshot ending, was the raw footage of Chester tickling her. Shit shit SHIT. They’d been so careful up to this point, every segment they put out specifically ambiguous. She felt panic rise in her throat as the repercussions dawned on her. Everything was going to change. The world knew about their little bubble of privacy. Behind her, Chester groaned as he woke up, his sleepy smile dissolving as he noted her panicked stance.

“Grace? Are you-”

“I outed us.” She blurted, covering her face. “Oh god, Chester I left the footage in Fridiary and they know, and there’s no getting it back and I’ve ruined everything and…” She stopped in her tirade as Chester started to laugh. “Why is this funny?”

“Because they already knew, dumb.” Chester said pulling her down onto the bed. Grace relaxed into him. “But now it just means I can hold your hand in public.” He waggled his eyebrows, and Grace rolled her eyes. Pulling out his phone, he kissed her on the cheek and took a picture before Grace could even process what was happening. She snatched for his phone but Chester just laughed, handing it to her with a smirk.

There on his Instagram, was a picture of them looking unbelievably in love. the caption read:

'This dumb made a goof. Oopth. #blessed’