#the TS party decor arrived already and it's all perfect

[emometalhead]

One week until my birthday!! I'm going to be insufferable all week 😁😁😁

[tarithenurse]

New Years Eve

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Avenger!Reader Content: Pining, fluff, lemons. Don’t read if you’re not old enough. A/N: Refound the draft for this which I must have started back in December 2017. Thought it was about time to finish it...even if it’s not really NY Eve soon. And still...didn’t do proper proof reading. Sorry.

”The party of the year”, had been the way Tony described it when he secured your attendance for his New Years bash more than two months ago. Since then, you’d only heard rumours about the plans, and you’d been too preoccupied about getting through your solo-mission to spare a thought. That’s why you’d more than happily accepted when Wanda and Natasha had offered to sort whatever was needed that night.

Leaning back in the car seat, you really hope your two friends and co-Avengers have kept their end of the promise, whatever it might entail. No texts or calls have come your way which had been rather relaxing. For a while. Now not so much. Both Wanda and Nat are perfectly capable of being reasonable adult with common sense, but sometimes they end up in a mood where they wind each other up. Add Clint to the mix and the result will be disastrous, yet brilliant, pranking. For all you know, you might be on the way back to a cellophane covered room and a New Year’s outfit suitable for disguising the wearer as a flamingo.

...

Even after very careful inspection of your rooms, you’ve not been able to find any pranks lurking. And the outfit? It couldn’t have been better which is good because a few hours from arrival to party-start wouldn’t have left you with a whole lot of option. Why not re-use a dress or something? That’s what you normally would, but in usual Stark style the party has to be themed and this time it’s “animals” – hence the worry about the flamingo. But you’re in luck and the outfit is perfect.

More than perfect, you admit to yourself as you smooth a hand over the tightfitting number you’ve wriggled into. Tiny, faux scales in an oily-black shade is covering your body, only broken by the plunging cleavage and daring slit at along the thigh and a series of red accents that shimmer like fire across you chest and hips. Unfortunately, it does little to steel your nerves. It’s too…too…little! You feel exposed, naked.

A knock on the door barely precedes Natasha and Wanda who come barging in. They’re ready to go (one as a tiger and the other representing her alias’ namesake) and are here to put the last touches to their plan.

…

“I feel…like someone else!”

The woman staring back at you from the mirror is perfect. Dark makeup compliments the outfit (normally you’d only go as wild as mascara), and the usually unruly hair has been tamed into a surprisingly long, sleek braid that on its own looks like the snake you symbolize.

“You don’t like it?” Wanda cocks her head, causing the plushy tiger-ears to wobble endearingly.

You frown at the mirror. “I…I do! It’s just so…not how I normally look…” Do you? “That there,” you gesture helplessly, “she’s…I mean…hot and I’m not.”

“Jeez, good thing we got you sorted then.” Natasha’s adjusting the red/black corset one last time but spares a glance in your direction. “It’s about time you see what everyone else sees.”

Everyone? There’s no room in your head to consider the possible implications of that, so you try to ignore the hot bubble of nerves in your stomach. It’s just Nat and Wanda saying it. They’re your friends. Supportive, sweet, honest…but not objective. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if a couple of the guys would claim you were pretty either. Like Tony, he compliments anyone he meets on their outfits or whatnot (even if there’s nothing new about it), and Thor and Steve are the biggest sweetheart although one is quiet and the other is boisterous about it. Yeah, but what about Sam. And there you go, thinking exactly what you didn’t want to.

Sam used to be your friend. A buddy you hung out with and who showed you the ropes when you joined the Avengers. You still try to do that, but each moment around him is close to painful because you don’t see him as a casual friend anymore. You should because that’s what you guys are…but it’s not enough. What you feel for him is so much more. Trusting him with your life would be the easiest thing. And there’s no limit to what you’d do for him both in the field and outside to make sure he is safe and happy. Fuck.

“Hey! Viper, where you at?” Nat’s voice reaches through the swirling thoughts.

Both ladies are waiting at the open door, ready to head out. Mumbling an apology, you hurry after them, hoping they don’t notice your quickened breath and pulse.

“Why a black snake?” Standing in the elevator, it’s only now that it strikes you as odd. “I mean…as Viper it would make sense to use that for the animal tonight.”

“People might get suspicious,” Wanda shrugs, busy inspecting her nails.

Nat’s busy looking for something in her tiny purse but manages to talk past a thin knife: “Bwe’ide, ‘omeone elwe claimed it.”

…

You’d been lucky that there already were plenty people at the venue, meaning you could snake in between the other guests and head straight for the bar (ditching your friends at the same time).

“Gin ‘n tonic, please.”

Waiting for the drink, you look around the place. It’s busy, both at the bar running the length of the ball room, but also at the place in general. Hundreds of people are milling about, snatching canapés from trays carried by various birds (not actual birds, but waiters dressed as flamingos, cranes and so on). Huge tables with champagne pyramids is the only “classic” New Year’s theme while the place has been invaded by what appears to be an entire jungle. Lush green plants and exotic flowers create section in the large area while trees and hanging plants mingle above the heads of the guests, infiltrating the chandeliers to the point where you don’t think they will ever get free again.

“There y’are!” Nat’s smoky voice curls around you together with your arm. “Found the others by the palm trees. Steve’s a cat with yarn and all.”

It’s impossible not to take than bait, so you let her lead the way as soon as you got the cool drink in hand. They’re a sight to behold. Not just Steve the Kitten, but also Tony the Unicorn (sporting a long horn with which he attempts to skewer hors d’oeuvres when Pepper the Peacock isn’t looking) and well, probably everyone, but of course your mind is being silly and making sure to get stuck on the sight of the one person you shouldn’t watch.

Hot damn. Green scales glitter in the light as they adorn Sam’s suit, making it looks as if a viper’s curling around his body in a way you wouldn’t mind mimicking. No! I shouldn’t think that. At least he hasn’t noticed you because he’s too busy examining the rear end of Tony.

“You installed cooling?” His warm voice muffled by the fake tail hanging down.

“Wha’?! He’s got air-con?!” An edge of betrayal is powering Rhodes’ disbelief. “Man, you said I couldn’t get my exo cooled!” Hurrying over to take a look through Stark’s rear, he pushes Sam aside.

“Hey! Wa–” But Sam never gets further.

His eyes are scorching your skin but it’s impossible to tell what he’s thinking. Out of sheer nervousness, you fidget with the metal straw in the drink, almost inhaling the clear liquid. Suddenly, the dress is too revealing, causing your guts to clench in a desperate plea for hiding, but the moment you try to move to get a bit behind Nat and Bucky, you feel the air breeze through the slit. Shit. Heat is rushing through your body.

“You’re looking good.” It’s Steve. “Like what Wanda and Nat have done, sticking with the venomous snake theme.” His friendly chuckle helps you soften up a bit as memories of your old life flashes by.

Growing up in the slums in the biggest city in South America had taught you a lot – even more so during the hardest periods where you stole away to survive in the jungle instead, figuring it was safer than being near the gangs and drug cartels. In hindsight, neither option could’ve been considered safe, but that was at least you learned enough to eventually take up the fight. Try to protect innocent people from the violent crime lords. That’s how you’d gotten onto the Avengers’ radar. Why they came to capture you. It was a good thing Clint had been there on that trip because he convinced the others to bring you back.

“Thanks. Feels odd not to wear something more…practical.”

A broad smile flashes. “I get it. Penguin suits are fine, but they aren’t made for moving.”

“That too.” Need to get away. “’Scuse me.”

Slipping away between the myriad of guests, you circle the room once while pretending to admire the decorations. In reality, you’re scoping the place for quiet corners and easy escape routes. But soon enough your feet are carrying you back to the bar for a refill. From there it’s possible to see most of the room…including the random flashes of a familiar green. My colour.

…

How can it not be near midnight?! It’s never been this awkward hanging out with the team. Sure, the chatting and fun is still going on…it’s just you that finds it hard to feel comfortable in your own skin as long as your near Sam. You’d tried talking to him, pretending everything’s fine. Normal. No unrequited love tearing you up from the inside, making it feel like someone has dripped your old venoms straight into your heart.

So you try to spend your time on the dance floor where no one expects you to carry on a conversation as you can lose yourself in the rhythms. Otherwise it’s the bar that calls, luring you with cold G&Ts until your head is buzzing comfortably. Not drunk…because you never know what can happen. 4th of July was bad, you remember, pushing the ice cubes around in the tall glass.

A delicate but strong hand clamps onto your shoulder, startling you.

“Relax, hon, just me.” The redhead takes a seat beside you. “Do you want me to ask or are you just gonna talk?”

“’Bout what?”

You don’t even have to look at her to know she’s rolling the eyes. “Why you moping.”

“Oh.” The straw clinks against your teeth. She’s bluffing. “Ask away. Doesn’t mean I got anything to tell.”

Somehow managing not to spill the martini, Nat whips around to face you. “Right, of course not. ‘Cause it’s not like you’ve been harbouring a huge crush on a special gentleman.” Your glare doesn’t discourage her. “Maybe you should consider why the viper was taken so quickly.” And with that she floats away, drink in one hand and hips swaying elegantly to the music.

…

Dancing with Steve is an interesting experience: as physically gifted as he may be, this is one thing he has a hard time getting the hang on although he does his best to follow your instructions while both of you are grinning like fools, the ending of the song still brings a certain relief. Until you turn around straight into Sam’s arms. For a second, he seems just as baffled as you do, but then his trademark crooked grin lights up his face.

“Guess there’s no way about it now…wanna dance?” A warm hand is already skimming along your hip although the other waits for your decision.

It’s odd how perfectly his fingers fit around yours, how his arms seem to create a bubble of calmness that seeps into you until your breath is even and your heartbeat follows an unheard rhythm. Fingers with blood-red nails slither across venomous-green faux scales until coming to a rest on Sam’s shoulder.

“Didn’t know you liked that colour.” It looks amazing on him. “You should use it in your uniform.”

They’re playing an old Frank Sinatra song that you’ve heard a million times, allowing your brain to switch off and Sam to lead you effortlessly.

“I’ve thought about it…didn’t wanna to steal from you, tho’.”

He twirls you in his arms before dipping you, causing your heart to pound rapidly against the ribs so hard he might hear it (especially considering how close to your cleavage his ear is). Not like you haven’t stolen anything already.

“Oh, is that so?” Pulling you back up, chest against chest, it’s evident that you must have spoken your thoughts. “What’d I steal, babe?”

Babe. Sure, he’s used nicknames before. He’s the master of thinking up witty monikers for everyone on the team and failing that there’s always the classical endearments which he freely uses for everyone. This time, though, it’s spoken in a soft purr that makes it sound anything like the usual banter. You can’t take your eyes off him as your try to kick your brain back into action. A quick sweep of the tongue to get your mouth working brings back the taste of lipstick and G&T, brings Sam’s focus onto the red colour adorning your lips and his eyes darken momentarily.

Maybe you should consider why the viper was taken so quickly. Nat’s words echo in your mind and small details that you’ve never really given much thought start to fall into place. The way Sam always makes sure there’s a spot on the couch on movie nights, or how he somehow checks in a bit more frequently on missions than with the others. He even knows how you like your tea and coffee, despite the fact that you aren’t sure yourself.

“Sam…” you bite your bottom lip, still nervous.

“[Y/N]?”

Somewhere outside the bubble he’s created, the music is still playing, and people are getting closer to the new year, but inside, it’s just the two of you standing closer than humanly possible, allowing your lips to brush easily over his. Maybe the soft sigh is from him, it doesn’t matter. Just the fact that he recaptures your lips to deepen the kiss is important. His hand travels up the back to cradle your neck, the other arm drawing you closer.

…

The party is far away across town when the new year approaches. Clothes are discarded around the familiar room as Sam looks at you from under heavy lips. His hand is resting on your head that bobs slowly in unison with your hand. Each time the tip of your tongue twirls around the crown of his cock he hums in approval and you can feel his muscles work under the free hand you’re supporting yourself with partially.

His erection twitches as moans become groans, maybe spurred on at the quiet laughter you can’t hold back. It’s exhilarating to have such power over him, but next moment it’s gone as he pulls your away. Sam’s got you on your back quicker than you’d anticipated, lips trailing hot over the goosebumps covering your body and then…then he’s the one in control as mouth, tongue and fingers play you like an instrument, coaxing sounds from you that increasingly sound like his name. Sound like begging.

Your limbs are shaking when he pulls you onto his lap. Hands on your hips, the gorgeous man allows you to set the pace after he has aligned the throbbing cock with your wet core, and as you finally glide down the shaft, as he fills you up more than anyone has before, both of you cling on.

Open mouths breathing hard. Sweat glistening on skin. Moans. Strangled cries of pleasure. Partially suspended above your arching body, your name tumbles from Sam’s lips while his hips rock into you. Harder, faster. Your legs are on the verge of cramping from the iron hold around his waist, ankles locking behind his backs while your nails are digging into his shoulder blades.

Outside the window, fireworks light up the night sky, their explosions nearly drowned out by his name as you both tumble over the edge and into the hazy sea of bliss.

[illicitlimerence-writes]

The Hollands (Violet part 3)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Requested: Yes/No

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: none. bad writing, shitty plot. 

A/N: Here we have it, the last part of Violet Holland. It’s a bit rushed and unedited, but i just really wanted to finish this, hope you like it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The next morning Violet woke up by the loud barks of her Blue Staffy, Tessa. The sun peeked through the curtains, hurting her eyes. She pulled the covers above her head and closed her eyes hoping to fall asleep again, she was having a great dream before waking up and she wanted to finish it. The door to her room opened, Tom walked in slowly, holding a tray with a glass of milk, freshly cut fruit and a cake in the middle. Seven small pink candles were lit, ready for Violet to make her birthday wish. "Happy birthday to you..." Tom sang, Tessa following him inside the room. Violet moved her sheets down so she could take a quick glance of his father. Tom gave her a toothy grin and continued to sing. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Violet. Happy birthday to you." He finished and the child threw her covers to the end of the bed. "Thank you, daddy" Violet murmured. Her voice raspy and hoarse, still sleepy. Tom placed the tray on her drawing table. Violet stood up from her bed and put on her fluffy orange slippers. Violet sat on one of the small plastic chairs and Tom leaned down to hug her. "I can't believe you're already seven, monkey. Seems like just yesterday you were starting to walk" he murmured. A sudden wave of nostalgia hitting him. The sleepless nights when Violet couldn't sleep, the times she got sick and he had to leave set earlier, everything was worth it now. Violet smiled and nodded, Tom kissed her cheek and sat on the other plastic chair. "Go on, make a wish, darling." He encouraged her, she bit her lip, thinking. She closed her eyes and made her wish, she let out all the air she could gather on her tiny lungs as she blew the candles off. Tom clapped and cheered, making loud giggles to escape her lips. "What did you wish for, baby?" He asked and handed her the plate of fruit and a small piece of cake so she could eat something before the party. "I can't tell you, daddy! Otherwise it will not come true!" Violet scolded Tom and he laughed "Hey! I had to try" he joked and ran his hair through Violet's curly hair. He sighed, Violet was so smart, so charming and everything he had hoped she would be.

“C'mon, baby, let's go downstairs, uncle Haz is waiting for you with your present".

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A few hours later Violet was showered and dressed. She wore a pink dress with a fluffy skirt, a pair of pink Converse and a small tiara on her head. Her own fashion choices.

The backyard of Tom's house was full of his family, as well as some family members of Violet's biological mother, some close friends and, all of the stars must have aligned, because all of the Avengers cast managed to squeeze some time in their itineraries and were able to make it to the party, kids and partners included.

The party was going great. The decorations were perfect, the weather was nice and Violet's dress was sparkly and glittery and pink. Very, very pink. Violet was so happy, playing with her friends and cousins. Throughout the day a giant smile was plastered on her face, when you arrived the party was starting to die down a little, but once Violet saw you walk in, wearing a white dress and holding a large yellow bag with her gift she went completely nuts.

She introduced you to all of her family, although you already knew them, but they all played along. Violet left to play with one of her friends and you were left with the Hollands.

“Tom’s inside, he went to get a sweater for Violet, in case you want to go see him” Harrison said as he smirked and leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms behind his head. You huffed and stood up, you walked to the already familiar house, Tessa was sleeping on her corner, but woke up with the sound of the sliding door, she saw you and ran to you, you leaned down to pet her and made your way to Violet’s room.

Tom was rummaging through Violet’s drawers, trying to find a sweater that was warm enough for the day. You knocked on the door and he turned, a smile appearing on his face, he jogged towards you and pulled you in for a kiss.

“Hi, babe” he breathed and you grinned

“Hey, what are you doing?” you said looking at the mess he made, he huffed.

“Trying to find the perfect sweater for Vi. It can’t be too warm but it can’t be too light, the only one I found was this green one, it doesn’t go well with her dress.” he pointed to the one that was lying on her bed.  You walked next to him and saw all the options you had.

“May I?” you said and he nodded

“Go ahead, darling. I’ve been here for fifteen minutes, can’t seem to find the right one” he said and plopped down on Violet’s bed, making it squeak. You scanned all of the sweaters, feeling the fabric and finally settled for a white one.

“This one will do, now let’s go, Violet was asking for you when I arrived” you held the sweater in one hand and grabbed one of Tom’s hands to get him to stand up. But he didn’t move, and instead pulled you down with him. You shrieked and Tom laughed, you were now on top of him, you put your hand on his chest and tried to get up, but Tom wrapped his arms around your back and held you tight in his chest, kissing you quickly.

“I’m going to tell Violet. Tomorrow” you snuggled in his chest, your breathing stopped for a second

“You sure?” you asked and placed your chin on his chest, your eyes locking with his, he nodded

“She deserves to know, I couldn’t sleep last night after what you told me, made me feel guilty”

“It wasn’t my intention, I just thought you should know” you bit your lip

“ ‘ts fine, love, don’t worry” he pressed a kiss to  your temple, you hummed, leaning in to his touch even more. “we should probably go, don’t want to get caught”

You descended the stairs holding hands, Violet's sweater hanging from Tom's shoulder. You walked back outside, the sound of children laughing and adults talking filled the backyard. As soon as Violet saw you she approached you two. Tom kneeled down to put the sweater on.

“Don't take it off, got it? I don't want you getting sick” Tom instructed, Violet nodded and grabbed your hand dragging you to the playground.

“Miss (Y/N)! See this!” She said as she climbed up the steps and then slid down the slide.

“Wow! Good job, Vi!” You cheered and high fived her. You heard two voices behind you, and saw Zoe Saldana and her son, Cy.

“Hi, Vi!” Cy walked to Violet giving her a hug. The small boy reached Violet's shoulder

“Hi! Do you want to play? We can go to the little kids’ section!” Cy nodded as Violet took his hand and together they ran to the smaller playground.

You smiled at the interaction, Violet was very sweet and careful as she played with Cy. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Zoe walking up to you, you turned to her and smiled

“I don't think we've been introduced yet, I'm (Y/N)” you said and held your hand out for her, she shook it and grinned

“Zoe. That little peanut there is my boy Cy. He's obsessed with Violet” she laughed and you chuckled and nodded.

“I am, too. She's a wonderful kid” you stared at Violet longingly, a sad smile forming on your face. You saw Jack, Chris Pratt’s son join them.

“You're Tom's girl right?” She asked breaking your trance, you nodded “Does she know?” You shook your head.

“Tom said he wants to tell her tomorrow, I'm nervous for how she's going to react”

“Don't be. For what Tom has said I'm sure she's going to be ecstatic. Can I tell you something?” She asked

“Yes, of course” you said a bit confused, she walked you to one side of the playground, where you could still see the kids but they couldn't hear you.

“Tom once told me that he was scared of moving on from Violet's mom because he felt like he was replacing her. He knows that Violet deserves a mother, and he speaks wonders about you. So if only half of what he's told me about you it's true, there is no doubt you're the perfect mom for her. But I know that, if something were to happen to me, I would want my children to remember me, no matter if they have a new mom. I don't want to be intrusive or anything, but I just thought you should know how Tom feels”

You didn’t know how to feel about Zoe’s words, it hadn’t crossed your mind that Tom could still be afraid of moving on, you felt your heart hurt. Throughout the day you jumped from person to person, creating small talk and sharing stories about Violet and the other celebrity kids.

After the party was over and all the guests were gone, Violet went upstairs to her room and changed from her pink dress to her pyjamas, Harrison had already fallen asleep on one of the guest rooms, the jet lag catching up to him.

Tom's mom and his brothers helped him clean the backyard and you took all the presents inside the house so Violet could open them.

Everyone gathered in the living room, you decided to sit next to Sam and Elysia, much to Tom's dismay. Violet jumped down the stairs, one by one. Once she jumped the last step, she ran to the living room, all her gifts were ordered by size, starting with the smaller ones. A chair was placed next to all of them

“Hi, baby, you ready to open your gifts?” Tom asked her, dragging his chair next to hers to help her with the wrapping paper and boxes.

“Yeah, let's do this!” She said making a little dance moving her hips from one side to the other. Everyone laughed and some even cheered her on. She grinned and laughed “wait! I want Miss (Y/N) to sit with me and my daddy!” she demanded and all eyes traveled to you, you gulped and looked at Tom hesitantly. He nodded and pulled another chair so you could sit. You walked next to him, he gave your leg a light squeeze to help you ease your anxiety, Violet turned to pick up the first gift. It was a yellow bag, the one you gave her.

“I want to open Miss (Y/N)'s first” she said and pulled out a rectangular plastic box with wrapping paper around it. Tom helped her removing the small tape stripes and she peeled off the paper. Her eyes widening at the sight of her doll. She ran to you, her arms around your neck and legs around your waist, her cold feet pressing on your legs.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” She repeated over and over again, kissing your cheek. You could have sworn your heart was exploding.

“You're welcome, Violet. Why don't you show the doll to your daddy?”

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One hour later all the gifts were opened and stored in Violet’s playroom. You said your goodbyes, still nervous about Violet discovering your secret, but Tom brushed it off, saying he’d talk to her. You just nodded and gave him a tight smile, you exited the house and now it was just Tom and Violet. She was in the bathroom as Tom finished cleaning the dishes. A few seconds later Tom heard the sound of her feet dragging on the floor, she entered the kitchen, and sat on one of the stools, Tom finished cleaning the last wine glass and dried his hands with a towel. He leaned his arms against the kitchen island, standing in front of Violet. He had a serious expression on his face, Violet furrowed her eyebrows, afraid that she had done something bad. "What's wrong, daddy? Did something happen?" She murmured, her voice soft and wary "No, no, baby. It's all good, I just have something really important to tell you." He said, Tom took a few deep breaths, trying to get himself together, he never been so nervous before. "Okay. What is it?" Violet asked, she could tell something was off. "Well... You know how in movies there is always a prince and a princess?" He began, and he hoped and prayed his analogy worked. "Yeah and they are together and get married and they live together in a beautiful palace! Like Cinderella!" Violet gushed and smiled, Tom gave her a small smile and nodded. "Exactly like Cinderella. But before they get married, they are boyfriend and girlfriend." He tried to explain it as simple as he could, but his brain was not cooperating. Violet remained silent, tilting her head to one side slightly, analyzing the situation. She furrowed her eyebrows, not fully understanding what Tom was trying to say. "So... All the boys at school are my boyfriends?" She asked confused, Tom sighed and shook his head "No baby, that's different. They're just your friends. Boyfriends and girlfriends are special because they spend more time together, and they can kiss each other and do other adult stuff. That's called a relationship." "Oh! I get it, it's like Uncle Sam and Ely! They're not married but they're together!" Tom could have sworn his brain was going to explode. That was such an easy example! How could he not think of that? "Yes, exactly! That's it!" He sighed and ran his hand through his curls. "Ooh! I know! Miss (Y/N) once said that she has a boyfriend and that he makes her very happy! She once told me that he took her to a concert" Violet remembered the time where you were trying to explain relationships to her. Tom stood there shocked, he didn't know you talked to Violet about him, even if she didn't know it was him "Really? That's great!" He said nervously, Violet thought for a second "Daddy, why are you telling me this?" She asked shifting on her seat. "Well... you see..." "What?" She pressured "I... have been.... I've been seeing... someone." He said slowly, the child had confusion written all over her face "Like a girlfriend?" She asked "Well... Yeah, I guess" "Okay. Are you happy? Like Miss (Y/N) with her boyfriend?" Tom's eyes started to water, but he blinked a few times making them go away "Yeah, I'm happy. She makes me very happy" he smiled and Violet nodded "and I was wondering if maybe you'd like to meet her?" He asked, lifting his eyebrows and giving her a small smile. "If she is with you, does that mean she's gonna be my new mummy?" The girl sat, her face showed no emotion, neither excitement or confusion or anger. "Well... It's too soon to think about that, darling. We have to go step by step, okay? What if we go out tomorrow, go to the park or somewhere you like, and we call her and she can meet us there? What do you say?"

"Do you think she's going to like me?" Tom backed up a little, she'd asked the question too abruptly. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I... Yes, baby, she's going to love you. I can promise you that" he said walking towards her and wrapping his arms around her frame. "I'm scared. What if she doesn't like me?" He kissed the top of her head and she lifted her head. "Don't worry about it, Violet. I promise you on my life that she is going to absolutely love you just the way I do. But if you're so nervous about meeting her, we can do it another day if you want to.” He suggested, Violet had a million thoughts running through her brain, she was so nervous, her daddy was happy with this person and she wanted her daddy to be happy more than anything in the world. But at the same time she was scared that the girl he was with didn't like her.

“Violet?” He asked, moving a strand of her hair away from her face.

“Let's go tomorrow. We can go to eat and then to the park” she suggested. Tom smiled widely, he picked Violet up from the stool and started spinning around.

“You're gonna love her, I swear. And she's gonna love you too. You don't worry, okay?”

“Okay, daddy” she nodded. "Now, it's getting late, and you, missy..." He said setting her on top of the counter, she stood on her tippy toes so she could be ar the same level as Tom, who started tickling her sides. "need to go to bed. Now, what do you say, want to sleep on my bed tonight?" He asked and she nodded, he placed his hands on her waist and picked her up again, she wrapped her short legs around his waist and nodded "Your bed is very big and comfy. Can Tessa sleep with us?" She asked and rested her head against his shoulder. "Sorry, Vi. Tessa's already sleeping, maybe tomorrow, okay?" The girl only hummed in response, her eyes getting heavier with each step her father took. The movement calmed her and she slowly drifted off to sleep. --------------- Tom felt something poking his cheek, he furrowed his eyebrows and he heard a small giggle, followed by a loud bark.

“Shhhhh, Tessa! You're going to wake up daddy!” Violet scolded the dog.

She remained quiet and a second later he felt the same poking on his cheek. He tried to stay as still as possible, but he could feel each breath his daughter took and let out hitting his face. He couldn't hold it in for that long, he started laughing when Violet poked him in the eye.

“Daddy,  you're awake!” she squealed when Tom opened his eyes, he moved so his back was resting against the headboard and let his daughter snuggle in his chest.

“You woke me, darling. I see you're teaching Tessa how to behave”

“Sorry, daddy, I was bored and hungry”. She muttered, burying her head in his chest.

“Well then let's go eat, what do want? Pancakes?”

“Yeah, with stuffbwewies!” She mumbled, Tom chuckled and corrected her.

“Strawberries" he said slowly and Violet repeated

“Strew-bwerries”

“There you go. Baby, why don't you go wake up uncle Haz and ask him to make you pancakes? I heard he's been practicing” Tom asked and Violet nodded, she slid down the bed and ran to the room where Harrison was sleeping, yelling his name to wake him up, she was followed by Tessa who ran behind her. Tom stood up from bed and walked to his bathroom. He finished his business and washed his hands and teeth, he walked back to his room and threw on a pair of old jeans and a baggy shirt.

He picked up his phone from the nightstand and checked a few emails, after replying to the important ones he called you.

“Yes?” You answered, your voice still groggy from just waking up.

“Hey, love it's me. Sorry did I wake you?” Tom whispered

“No, it's fine I was just laying in bed.” You muttered and heard his breath through the phone. “Is everything alright?” You asked sitting up straight.

“Yeah, everything's okay. I told Violet about us, last night.” He said and closed the door to his bedroom. He sat on his bed with one bended leg underneath him.

“Oh, did you tell her it was me? How did she react?” Your voice sounded more awake now, clearly excited about Violet knowing.

“No, love, I just told her I was seeing someone. She wants to meet you, go eat something and then to the park. Are you free today?”

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Violet held her father's hand tightly, her tiny right hand gripped Tom's much bigger one, while her left hand held the new doll you got for her birthday yesterday. He opened the restaurant door for her. You and Tom decided to meet somewhere where Violet was comfortable, settling in her favorite fast food restaurant.

She walked in and immediately wanted to go to the giant playground in the back. They walked to a table and sat in front of each other. The waiter placed the menus in front of them, and left to get their drinks.

“What do you want to order, baby?” Violet's eyes quickly scanned over the pages, a few words were too complicated for her now seven-year old brain to understand. She skipped a few pages and went straight to the kids’ menu. Colorful words and pictures filled the pages.

After ordering Tom received a text from you stating you were going to be a bit late.

“Daddy?” Tom placed his attention on his daughter. She sat on her knees and placed her elbows on the table.

“Yes, darling?” He locked his phone and placed it on the table.

“Can I go play?” She asked moving her head to the left and giving Tom the best puppy eyes she could master. Tom chuckled and nodded.

“Yes, Violet you can go play. But, I'll call you when the food gets here, okay?” He explained, Violet nodded happily and jumped down from her seat and walked the few steps that separated them.

“Thank you daddy!” She said happily giving him a quick hug before running to the playground.

A few minutes later Violet was devouring a burger with fries. She drank from her cup and lifted her eyes, scanning around the room. She swallowed and put her cup down.

“Daddy, is she going to come?” She asked. Tom was looking at his phone, he'd just received a text from you saying you had just arrived. He looked at his daughter, who had ketchup on the corner of her mouth as she was eating a fry.

“Yeah, she is. She was running a bit late, but I think she should be arriving any moment now” he explained and smiled, Violet nodded and went back to sipping on her soda.

Just then you opened the door to the restaurant and walked in, the smell of greasy food invaded your nose. You spotted the back of Tom's head and saw Violet eating her burger. You smiled and walked towards them, your eyes not leaving them. You saw Violet's eyes travel to yours and her eyes widened, she almost choked on her drink because she wanted to speak.

“Daddy! Look! It's Miss (Y/N)!” She said and pointed at you with her index finger. Tom's eyes widened and he turned to look at you. “Can I go say hi?” She asked and grabbed a napkin to clean her face and hands.

“Uhh, sure.” He stuttered, the moment he saw you he panicked completely. Violet smiled and ran to you.

“Hi, Miss (Y/N)!” She grinned, you smiled back at her and crouched.

“Hi, Violet! It's good to see you, did you like your doll?” You asked and she smiled

“Yes! I loved it. I brought her with me! Do you want to come sit with my daddy and me?” She said already walking to their table. Tom was looking at you two since Violet had left the table, he smiled shyly

“Do you think your daddy will be okay with that?” You asked her, you stood taking her hand and walking to Tom

“Yes, it's fine we're just waiting for… oh, wait” realization hit her the moment you were standing in front of the table, she sat in her previous seat and you stood next to Tom.

“Miss (Y/N)” Tom said giving you a small nod, you chuckled.

“Mr. Holland” you replied, doing the same thing.

“We've been expecting you,” he whispered, a cheeky grin adorning his face as he moved to one side so you could sit next to him, you just smiled and shook your head, turning to see Violet who was oblivious to your interaction.

“So, what brings you two here?” you asked giving your bag to Tom so he could put it next to him. Violet looked up from her food

“We were waiting for my dad’s girlfriend” she replied, her face falling a little as she remembered why they were there.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, dad said she should be here any minute” she said and grabbed the small toy that was included in her food, she tried to open it but the plastic was too hard for her. “daddy, can you help me?” she passed the toy to Tom, who easily opened it and handed it back to her. “thanks”

“Well,  I think your waiting is over now” you said and leaned back against the booth, smiling.

Violet furrowed her brows in confusion, her eyes moving to the entrance but not seeing anyone walking in. She turned to look at you two, seeing the smiles on your faces, but she didn’t understand what was happening.

“What do you mean, Miss (Y/N)?” she asked, “do you know who she is? is she here?” she was about to turn around but you stood up and sat next to her.

“I do know who she is, and she's already right here” you said tapping the table, Violet chuckled

“Don't be silly, Miss (Y/N), you're the only one here!” She said as she finished her fries.

“Exactly!” You cheered, and Violet remained quiet.

“Violet, (Y/N) is my girlfriend, she's the one we've been waiting for.” Tom explained, you saw him fidgeting with his hands, you moved yours across the table and held them between your own.

Violet looked at you, then to her dad, then to your hands, then back at you.

You just sat there, waiting for her reaction, you saw her getting up and standing on the booth.

“So you are my daddy's princess?” She said, her hands on her waist, you looked at Tom and saw him smiling

“Yes, baby, she is my princess”

“And are you happy with my daddy? He's the one that took you to that concert, right?” You nodded

“Your daddy makes me very happy, Violet. But what your daddy and I want to know is if you are okay with this, with us being together" Violet tapped her lips with her finger, thinking.

“I have a few questions” she said before sitting again and sipping her drink.

“Go ahead, Vi” Tom said and leaned towards you two

“Can we still eat together and read books during lunch time?” You smiled

“Of course, me being with your dad doesn't change the fact that I'm your teacher and that I'm treating you the same as the other kids. If anything, it brings us closer together.”

“Okay. That's it, can we go to the park now?” She said finishing her cup and wiped her face with a napkin. You laughed and got up, Tom handed you your bag and you started to walk to the exit. You opened the door so Tom and Violet could walk out, Tom headed to his car but Violet stayed behind to wait for you. You smiled and she took your hand.

“I have another question” she said and stopped walking. You crouched in front of her, moving a strand of hair away from her face. You cupped her cheek with your hand.

“What is it, Vi?” she moved her head to one side, leaning into your touch

“Can I call you mum?” You gasped

“Well…” you hesitated for a moment. “You can call me whatever you want, darling. If you don't feel comfortable now it can be later, cause I don't have any plans of leaving anytime soon, okay?”

She gave you the biggest and purest smile you've ever seen. Violet nodded and hugged you. You closed your eyes as you felt them starting to water. You held her close to you, it was going to take time but you were going to be a family.

“What's taking you so long?” Tom asked, you broke apart and saw him walking back towards you.

“Nothing, just some girl talk, right Vi?” You said standing up and grabbing her hand.

“Right” she answered.

“Well, Vi why don't you hop in the car and we'll be there in a sec?” He unlocked the car and she got in and buckled on her chair, Tom closed the door for her and turned on the A/C.

You walked a few steps away from the car, Tom took your hand and leaned in to touch your cheek with his nose.

“I love you” he breathed, you moved your free hand up around his shoulders, pulling him towards you.

“I love you more. And I can't wait to see what the future holds for us.” you lifted your head, he had a smile on his face

“The future is too long from now, I for one, am looking forward to spending the night with you. I want to push you down against and mattress as I–”

“Thomas!” You scolded him hitting his chest playfully. “May I remind you that your child is still in the car next to us?”

“She can't hear us, babe. But you're right, we should probably get to her, I'm sure she wants to spend as much time with you as she can.” He walked to his car, dragging you by your joined hands, you pulled him towards you, making him turn around to you.

You grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down, your lips met his in a slow kiss. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your back, and he pushed you to his car, Tom leaning on top of you. You moved your hips against his, he moaned and pulled away

“That's just a little taste of what you'll have tonight” you said biting your lips, he looked at you dumbfounded and you smirked. “Now come on, Violet and I want to go to the park” you walked to the other side of the car and got in to the passenger seat. You heard Tom whining like a little kid and soon he got in as well.

He grabbed your hand before starting the car, you turned to see Violet playing with her dolls and smiled.

“Ready for the park, Vi?” You asked her and she moved her eyes to you. She nodded and grinned.

“Ready, mummy”

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