bottle candy

anonymous asked:

Prompt where dan always has bottle pop candies and lollipops every day and teacher phil had the hots for him but loses it after Dan accidentally calls him teacher phil daddy then idk smut ensues

i like the idea of dan having a crush on his english teacher mr. lester and dan seducing phil into fucking him on his desk during free period? btw your account is so fucking amazing.

i changed phil’s age cause idk i wanted him to be younger 

warnings : daddy kink, degrading, sex obviously, and uh,, dan’s technically underage (but only by a month)

Phil felt like hitting his head against a fucking wall. 

He wasn’t just frustrated; he was humiliated. And it wasn’t supposed to be easy to humiliate Phil Lester. 

Phil glanced up, his eyes automatically going to the back of the classroom, where Dan was sitting. The boy was already looking at him, and their eyes met. Dan was smirking like he knew something Phil didn’t, and he winked. 

Don’t get him wrong: Phil wasn’t partial to having huge crushes on his students. He was a good teacher, he was one of those fossils that had been working at the school for years, and they had kept him around. Not to say that he was an actual fossil, either, he was only twenty eight. Which did not excuse his feelings, in his mind. 

It had started at the beginning of that year, when he had met his new classes. Everything was normal, until fifth period. 

And that boy just waltzed into his classroom, not having a single care in the world. 

Phil remembered it specifically. He had been wearing a bubble gum pink sweater and a white tie, and a matching skirt. The skirt cut off mid thigh, showing off much more than should be allowed (in Phil’s opinion, anyways). His hair had been curly and a bit messy, falling in his chocolate eyes. 

Phil remembered his first thought being that there was no way he passed the front office dressed like that. His second thought was that this boy was beautiful, and not in a delicate little baby way. Phil thought he was beautiful in an adult way; in the way that made Phil want to take him on dates to expensive restaurants and kiss him under a sky full of stars. 

That was, of course, until Dan opened his mouth. 

The first thing he did was walk straight up to Phil’s desk, hips swaying slightly as he walked, and lean against it. He had looked Phil up and down, much more like he was a potential fuck than a teacher, and smacked his gum. 

“You’re young,” was the first thing he said, his voice lilting and just the slightest bit bratty. 

Phil cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “I’m sorry?”

“Yeah.” Dan tilted his head at him. “You’re young for a teacher.”

Phil had frowned at him, not in a mean way, more like a question. 

“I guess so. Is that an issue?”

Dan had given him that grin, that evil smirk that he had grown to loathe, and shrugged. “Not at all, sir.” 

Phil hadn’t liked the way he had said that, like it meant much more than it should have. And if he had known, he would have kicked that boy in the pink skirt with beautiful eyes right out of his classroom. 

Ever since that point, things had only gotten worse. Phil discovered that Dan was a brat, a whiny, rich brat who always got his way. He always got what he wanted, and unfortunately, what he wanted was Phil. 

Phil came to hate fifth period, because it meant he had to see those eyes again.  And those lips, wrapped around a new candy. The second day of school, Dan had showed up with a pink lollypop stuck between his teeth. And Phil swore, it was like he hadn’t taken it out since. 

At first, Phil had protested. 

“I don’t know what other teachers have been saying,” he had said quietly, resting his hands on either side of Dan’s desk. “But you’re not allowed to have candy in here.” 

Dan had just raised an eyebrow, twirling his lollypop in his mouth and making a loud sucking noise. 

“But I want to,” he finally said, keeping the eye contact. He uncrossed his legs, (now Phil was sure, deliberately) spreading them apart. 

Phil had sighed. 

“Well, in the real world, you don’t always get what you want.”

Dan had pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. 

“Sucks for you.” 

Excuse me?” Phil had raised his eyebrows, practicing his authority. Dan had just giggled, ignoring him completely and instead rubbing his calf against Phil’s thigh. 

And over the next few months, Phil had been slipping more and more. He used to at least send Dan to the office, or write him up, but everyone seemed to love him. The principal himself had told him that whenever he saw him, Dan seemed like a lovely young man. And for a while, Phil couldn’t put his finger on why Dan only acted up in his class. 

That was until Dan’s boyfriend picked him up from class. 

He was almost taller than Phil, and he looked just about old enough to be in college (which made Phil self conscious, although he would never admit it). He wore biker clothing, the kind of stuff you put on to go to a street fight, and he had a tough yet attractive face. 

The first thing the guy did when he got there was pick Dan up, setting him down on Phil’s desk and fitting himself between his thighs. 

“Dan, get off my desk,” Phil had said in a monotone, not even looking up from his paperwork. 

Dan giggled, and Phil looked up only when he heard a sucking noise. The guy was sucking a fucking hickey on the side of Dan’s neck. 

Phil shook his head, standing up. “Get out of my classroom, Howell. I know for a fact you have History soon. Get moving.”

Dan turned to his boyfriend, smiling innocently but still not getting off of Phil’s desk. “You heard him, Bradley. Get out.”

“Meet me in the hall,” he said, his voice low, and glared at Phil. 

Once he was gone, Dan hopped off of his desk. 

“Wish he was you,” he whispered bluntly, and then sauntered away. Phil watched him carefully, seeing him take his lollypop out and toss it in the trash by the door. 

That night, Phil had gotten hardly any sleep. Wish he was you. Phil pondered the fact Dan had thrown away his lollypop the second he was out of the classroom, even though there was plenty candy left. He realized he had seen Dan opening one when he sat down, and throwing it away when he left. 

Then it hit him. Dan was teasing him. Testing him, seeing how far he could push him before he snapped. 

Phil fell asleep going over all the reasons he couldn’t just bend Dan over his desk and fuck him until he cried. 

And it didn’t stop there. It seemed like every day that Phil ignored him, denied him, Dan pushed harder. He would wear the shortest skirts he could find, and then pretend to drop something. He would rub against him, he would breathe down his neck while asking for help. It was all getting to be too much, Phil was cracking at the edges. He kept forgetting not to cuss, forgetting to hide the dark circles under his eyes, and Dan noticed. 

But now Dan had crossed the damn line. 

The class was taking a test, their English finals, and Phil couldn’t be happier to be getting Dan out of his class before he broke. But Dan had come prepared. 

He was wearing a lacy black skirt and a red t-shirt, one that might be slightly see through. And he was currently sitting in the back of the classroom, touching himself. 

He wasn’t full on jerking himself off, but Phil could see his hand under the desk, palming himself through what looked like panties. His thighs would tremble every now and then, and he would bite his lip, or let out a quiet whimper. 

No one else seemed to notice, too focused on their tests, but just the thought that someone could turn around any second and see what Dan was doing was making Phil sweat. 

He had to make this stop, or he was going to have a raging hard on, and then he didn’t think he would be able to stop from taking Dan right then and there. 

He slowly made his way back to Dan, his heart pounding like hell in his chest. He leaned over his desk, pleading his eyes not to wander. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He hissed, quiet enough that no one but Dan could hear, completely giving up on having any respect. 

“Nothing, sir,” Dan whispered back, choking out a quiet moan. Phil had to stop himself from covering his mouth with his hand. 

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” he growled, glaring at him. “Stop it right now, or I’ll make sure you get summer school.” 

Dan raised an eyebrow. “Summer school? With you? Doesn’t sound too bad to me.” 

Phil was at a loss. What in the world would make this boy shut the fuck up?

Dan moaned again, his voice breathy and desperate. 

“Fuck, daddy,” he blurted, his breath hitching. 

Phil stopped in his tracks, cursing under his breath. 

“Stay after class,” he hissed. “You’re getting what you fucking wanted.” 

Phil spun around, walking back to his desk before he could get any more aroused, and so that he wouldn’t see Dan’s smug grin. 

The rest of the class seemed to last for years, but Dan stopped touching himself, which let Phil calm down a little. When the bell finally rang, Phil was ruined. He was sweating, and he was still hard. 

“Okay, class dismissed,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “See you all tomorrow.” 

He caught Dan’s eyes, and the boy crossed his arms, staying where he was seated. 

As soon as the last student left and the door closed, Phil was standing. 

He was silent for a moment, the atmosphere tense, and Phil could practically feel the sexual frustration radiating off himself like an aura. 

“Come here,” he said finally, his voice low and firm. He was done playing Dan’s little games. 

Dan stood up, walking towards him and stopping at the desk. Phil glared at him. 

“Do you have a sixth period?”

Dan shook his head, smiling slightly. 

“Good.” The only reason Phil thought he could get away with this was because he didn’t have a class for another two periods.

He moved towards Dan before grabbing him by the hair in a sudden aggressive motion. Dan squeaked, but let Phil push him against the desk without resisting. 

Phil pushed his face against the surface, so his cheek was pressed against the wood. 

“You’re such a fucking slut,” he growled, letting his crotch rub up against Dan’s ass. He whined, but shut up quick when Phil pinched his side. “But you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes sir,” Dan got out, breathing heavily. “Please, sir.” 

“Please what, whore?” Phil tugged at his hair, pinning his wrists behind his back. 

“Please fuck me, daddy, need it, need your cock-” Phil cut him off by covering his mouth, turning him around and setting him on the desk. 

“I know,” he muttered, brushing his lips over Dan’s neck and feeling him shiver. “That’s what you’ve wanted this whole time, isn’t it? Say it.”

Dan whined, squirming under Phil’s touch. “Y-Yes, sir. This whole time, what I wanted, wanted your cock. Wanted your big cock inside me…”

Phil hummed against his throat, sucking a hickey just below his collarbone. He didn’t care, he didn’t want to think about consequences, he wanted Dan so fucking bad. 

He ran his hands under Dan’s shirt, over his stomach and up to his chest. He pinched one of his nipples, savoring Dan’s gasp. 

“Say it again, slut,” he breathed, nipping at Dan’s ear. 

“Fuck.” Dan cursed, wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist, anything to get as close as possible. “Need you, sir, need your cock inside me, please, so deep… fuck me so hard I c-can’t walk, make me forget my own name.” He gripped Phil’s shirt with both hands, as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “Please, Phil.”

Just those words were enough to get Phil ripping his shirt off, tossing it aside and unbuttoning his own. Dan whined needily, tugging at Phil’s zipper. 

Phil pushed his hand away, tutting and going back to kissing his neck, working on Dan’s skirt instead. He pulled it down the boys’s thighs, letting his fingertips brush in a teasing manner before digging his nails in. Dan yelped, clinging to his torso. 

Phil decided to stop teasing, he had waited long enough, and instead moved Dan so he was bent over the desk again, his ass in the air. Phil tugged at his panties, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. 

“You have such a pretty ass, baby boy.” Phil let his hands glide over Dan’s skin, hearing Dan’s breath catch. 

“Phil, please. Get on with it.”

Phil grunted, sucking on his own fingers. “Since you asked nicely.”

Without warning he pushed a finger into him, and Dan whimpered. After a moment he pushed back against the digit, wiggling his ass needily. 

Phil added another finger and scissored, and before he knew it, he was adding a third. Dan seemed already completely wrecked, Phil had to hold him down to keep him from squirming. 

“Please daddy,” he moaned, practically falling apart under him. “Fuck me.”

Phil didn’t answer, simply spit on his hand, stroking his cock to cover it, and then lined up with Dan’s pretty little hole. He gripped the boy’s shoulder with one hand, the other resting on his lower back.

“Ready?” he asked, already knowing the answer. 


He pushed in almost to the hilt right away, and Dan cried out. Phil chuckled, pulling out a bit and giving Dan a moment to adjust before pushing in again. 

“Feel good, baby?” Phil asked, his voice low and rough. Dan let out a high pitched moan in response, nodding frantically. 

“Yes! God, daddy, more…!”

“More?” Phil shifted, repositioning to get a better angle. “You sure, angel?”


Phil grunted, thrusting hard, and he could almost feel the table shake beneath them. 

He pulled out despite Dan’s noises of protest, moving him so he was facing him, wrapping Dan’s legs around his waist again. He pushed back in, feeling Dan’s thighs tremble as he started fucking him at a faster and harder pace. 

Dan whimpered, burying his face in Phil’s neck, muffling his noises. 

“Fuck.” Phil dragged his nails down Dan’s side, groaning close to Dan’s ear. “Such a slut baby, such a good boy for me, doing so fucking well.”

“Daddy,” Dan breathed, his breath hitting Phil’s neck. “Gonna cum…”

“Yeah?” Phil grinned, adjusting his angle to hit all of Dan’s good spots. “Go ahead. Cum for me, honey.”

He pounded into him even faster, and Dan squeaked. He let out a loud high-pitched moan, before letting go and coming over his and Phil’s stomach. 

Phil groaned, pulling out and giving his cock a few pulls before coming and adding to the mess. 

For a moment, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing. Dan fell back against the desk, his head lolling against the surface, his eyes closed. Phil thought he might be dead for a moment before he spoke. 

“Worth it,” he said softly, practically a whisper. 

Phil shook his head, but couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Shut up,” he muttered, taking some tissues from his desk and cleaning both of them off. 

It took him a while to get Dan motivated enough to dress himself, and when he was dressed, he wouldn’t move from Phil’s desk for a whole ten minutes. 

“So,” he started when Phil finally got him to stand on his own. 


“That was fun,” Dan said softly, letting his gaze fall to his feet. Now that he seemed to have gotten rid of the sexual tension, Dan was being a lot nicer, and a lot less bratty. 

Instead of saying anything, Phil leaned over, kissing Dan deeply. Dan started to stumble back in surprise, but Phil caught him with a firm hand on his waist. 

When they parted, Dan was glowing more than he was before. 

“So,” he repeated, looking a lot more confident. He flashed Phil his notorious smirk. “Summer school, huh?”

my mommy is such an sjw. she tells me that I shouldn’t eat more than two gummy vitamins per day because it’s “bad for me,” but I know vitamins are good for me! mommy just wants to keep all of them for herself so she can eat them slowly like a mouse… that’s why i ate the whole bottle just now. boy is mommy gonna be surprised when she sees that i cucked her whole candy bottle.

Take The Trade: Part 1

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 2,836


A/N: big fuckin thanks to the girls for encouraging me to finish this and being super supportive. i’ve been working on this for the longest time and it’s finally here, so enjoy mother fuckers x x


Originally posted by gabalecki

I throw the phone onto the couch, groaning in annoyance and stomping my feet like a child as I wander to the kitchen, huffing once more to catch Dylan’s attention. “What’s wrong?” He asks, his back still turned to me as he assorted popcorn and candy into different plastic tubs.

My shoulders slouch and I climb onto the island, crossing my legs and pulling an unsatisfied face. “Everyone’s busy, they can’t make it.” I grumble under my breath with furrowed eyebrows. Friday night was game night, everyone came over to my place to eat junk food, play stupid board games and get completely wasted. But, everyone decided they’d be busy this week, which couldn’t have been any more inconvenient.

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ot4 things
  • group chat has to remind mari to eat/sleep/stretch if she’s been designing for too long
    • alya: hi mari this is your hourly reminder to fucking get up and stretch oh my god you’re probably crouched over that chair like a shut in go for a walk gdi
    • adrien: ok so…..i texted you four hours later… you told me…..i hope you’re eating. lunch is important.
    • nino: get some h2o up in that bitch or i swear to god dude
  • alya has to call a fucking intervention every time she loses more than ten ladyblog followers overnight
    • one day, just to fuck with her, the three of them all unfollow her the same day and she bursts into class screaming 
    • “we’re not mutuals anymore ????? who the fuck why the fuck ???”
  • when someone’s sick or having a bad day, adrien stops by their house and drops off little care packages bc he’s literally perfect
    • photocopied notes from class, homework, water bottles, snacks, medicine, candy, a get well card, you name it
    • alya takes pictures of all of them and keeps an album
    • mari keeps the cards in a scrapbook for her shitty days
    • nino cries almost every time he gets one
    • the three of them pitch in to do one for adrien when he’s sick but he somehow manages to outdo all three of them consistently
  • nino starts an instagram account that’s literally just videos of mari and chloe fighting. alya and adrien both help moderate it
    • mari has no idea it exists so like sometimes the three of them will be cackling over nino’s phone and try to cover up what they were doing when she walks by
    • she thinks she missed out on a meme or something
    • everyone in school follows it
  • they rabbit a new anime every week bc adrien just keeps finding new ones and he always says “no trust me they’re so good” and they can’t say no to that face, he’s so excited, literally how adrien
    • kid has a good taste in anime, so six hour binges on saturday night are at least entertaining 
    • yuri on ice left mari and nino crying and adrien recorded it for posterity
  • adrien and mari make gym days a thing on sundays bc for some reason they’re fitness freaks and when did that happen they’re also so ripped like how ? ?
    • mari and adrien go through the whole shebang: cardio weights, machines, stretching, you have it
    • alya just stays on the elliptical the whole time watching reality tv on the televisions above her
    • nino stays on his phone the whole time walking on the treadmill instead of actually running
    • adrien: they’re working up to it. 
    • mari: we’re going for a run next week. no technology allowed. 

Some quality Older Sibling Things that the Bureau of Balance employees have probably done to mess with Angus

  • Extensively coaching him in a particular skill only to then use his new mastery of that skill solely to impress other people and or play tricks on them. Carey taught him how to cheat at cards and dice and then turned him loose on the general population. Magnus is working on his pool skills. They’ve made a tidy profit gaming innocent guards who were too stupid to realize that a small child approaching them with a smile and asking to play was not a good sign. 
    • Angus occasionally objects to these scams on moral grounds, but has been convinced that these are important life skills he’s being taught, and anyways those guards need to learn to recognize a set up. This is a learning experience for them. 
    • Similarly, Killian spent three weeks coaching him every morning until he could do a LOT of pushups, only to then drag him around and make him show it off to everyone on the Moon Base. 
  • Once he came up to a group of them at lunch and they started speaking elvish purely to confuse him. Members of the party who did not speak elvish started making words up. They refused to switch back to common until he went away. 
  • “Hey there, kiddo, baby, tiny-small-child-thing!”
  • Complaining that they’re being patronizing only encourages them. 
  • He worked as a police detective for a while, he has a surprisingly good grasp of gross and grown up stuff. Whenever someone tries to cover his ears or shoo him away when the talk turns to the many, many, many scenes of carnage that come with the job he starts talking about crime scenes he’s been at and how one time he saw a guy’s head with the ears ripped off and stuffed in his mouth. 
    • This has not stopped non-THB-people from censoring swear words, discussions of death, dark humor around him. He’s getting a little frustrated. At least the trio, Carey, and Killian seem to respect him in that regard. 
    • They’re actually all a lot more lax about keeping him away from the lewd stuff, since he is under strict orders from the Director to not traumatize himself and therefore will cover his own ears when necessary. Thanks, Angus. 
  • Blocking his way for no apparent reason. “What’s that? You can’t get by me. Say the magic word.”
  • Trying to fix his clothes or ruffle his hair even when there is no need to do so. 
  • Trying to convince him of stuff that is blatantly Not True. He’s a smart boy and will can see through the more obvious ruses, but sometimes he plays along. One time Merle tried to convince him that since they were on the moon and the moon is made of cheese he could just eat the dirt, and he got Merle to do it first. 
    • Taako has the highest success rate when it comes to bluffing Angus out, and has gotten him to believe that the Director wears a wig, that Taako is in fact human and his ears are fashion implants, that you can just pour No Tear shampoo into your eyes, and that Davenport eats the bones of fallen BoB members to ensure their bodies can’t be used against the Bureau. 
    • Magnus is a simple man and prefers the “what’s that on your shirt?” gag. It never gets old. Agnus is a very neat kid and always falls for it, even when he should know better. 
  • He has a Baby Corner in the Icosahedron with, like, five pound weights and tiny boxing gloves in it. Killian made it especially for him. There is a sign. 
  • Avi just randomly gives him things. Candy. Bottle caps. “Here, have this rock, kid, now run along.”
Story Shard 376

“I hate Halloween. Instead of dressing up and getting free candy and cavaties, I have to grab bottles of sacred water and a blessed sword and go make sure the barriers between our world and another remain as they are. Every year. The same thing. Dammit I want candy.”

“I will buy you 100 bucks worth of candy if you will just shut up.”

anonymous asked:

wcif the clutter you have on the kitchen counter? including the spray bottle, flowerpot, candy, etc etc. also what reshade preset are you using? it looks gorgeous

1: Converted TS2-4 Magazines by Lina-Cherie
2: Parcel by martinessimblr
3. Candy Jar by Koposov
4. Solar Flower Light by SYNTH X LUMIA
5. Cooking Utencil Holder Recolor by loverat
6. Spray Bottle by martinessimblr
7. Conspiracy Mugs by littlecakes

It’s a preset of my own design+my PS action. :)

**Edit: Shit I missed one. Hold on while I fix. FIXED

Kiss Cam (Andre Burakovsky)

So Crosby was supposed to be next, but I already had this written…so enjoy a Swedish Bean while you wait. Crosby is next :)

“Andre. It’s going to be fine. I’m going to be fine.” You were walking hand in hand with your boyfriend of three months toward his place of employment…otherwise known as the Verizon Center. Yes, when you said Andre you meant the lovable left winger, Andre Burakovsky.

“Yes,” He agreed in a slightly accented voice. “But….what if something happens and I can’t get to you? Or a puck goes over the glass? Or some criminal tries to kidnap you??”

You waited for him to finish his tangent and looked at him with your eyebrows raised. When he trailed off you decided it was safe to talk. “Andre. Take a deep breath.” You waited while he complied before continuing. “I will be in an arena full of security, I’m not going to be kidnapped and nothing will happen where I will be in disastrous danger. I will keep my eyes on the puck at all time. I’m not going to be caught by surprise and get nailed in the head. I promise.”

“But-” He began to protest again.

“Babe,” You looked up at him through your lashes. “I really am looking forward to this. I can’t wait to see you in action up close…”

He groaned. “Don’t give me that look.” The look persisted. “Fine! Fine! You can come!”

You gave a slight laugh. “If you were going to decide I couldn’t come you should have decided that before you picked me up. Since we’re literally already at the door.”

He stuck his tongue out at you and pulled open the door that led into the players area. You walked down the hallway together that led towards the locker room, still holding hands. As you saw it in the distance, you slowed to prolong your walk.

“I really am excited,” You said letting go of his hand to straighten the tie he was wearing.

“I’m excited you’re here. Even though it’s sketchy.”

You giggled a bit and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Sketchy?”

“Yes. Sketchy.” He wrapped his arms around you waist and pulled you to him in a hug. “I need to go get changed for warm-ups and you need to go find your seat. Tom got his brother a seat by you.”

“I guess you’re right. And I’ll make sure to get the dirt on Tom from his brother for future use. Good luck.” You stood on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips. One you had intended to be short. However, with his lips on yours, all intentions flew out the window.

One of his hands worked it’s way up your back to tangle in your hair as he kissed you harder. A sudden loud bang broke the two of you apart. You peeked around Andre to see Ovi standing in the locker room doorway with a stick in his hand and smirk on his face.

“You can kiss him after we win.” He shouted. You rolled your eyes and pressed another kiss, this time a closed mouth one, to his lips.

“Bye for real this time.” You turned around and headed in the opposite direction as him, this time headed for the stands.

You had been to games before. You had even been to games while dating Andre. The only difference with this game was he had surprised you with a glass seat for your birthday instead of you being in the WAGs box. Hence the whole freakout on the way into the center.

As you worked your way through the throngs of people you were in Caps heaven. Thousands of people were milling around, trying to find their seats, buying merchandise and concessions. Since you were normally in the box, the one that didn’t result in power plays, you didn’t get to see all this chaos.

You found what section you were in and headed down the stairs. You showed your ticket to the attendant stationed halfway down the stairs and she directed you to your seat. Which was front row, right behind the left face-off circle. There was a man in the seat beside you, that you assumed to be Tom’s brother. The Wilson jersey he was rocking and the resemblance kinda tipped you off.

“Hi!” You shouted over the music and people. “I’m Y/N. Are you Tom’s brother?”

“Hey! Yeah, my name’s Peter!” He stuck out his hand for you to shake. “You’re Andre’s girlfriend?”

“Yeah! This is the first game I’ve been to that I haven’t been with the other WAGs…so he’s kinda nervous about everything.”

“I’d be nervous too, releasing you out to the wild must have been hard.” You laughed before standing up to cheer as the Caps skated out. As they settled into their routine you smirked at the glass in front of you. Andre had skated up and planted himself right in front of you. You tapped the glass to get his attention and he turned around with a smug look on his face. You gestured for him to move and he rolled his eyes but moved forward slightly so you could see around his large bulk.

Peter leaned over towards you, “Protective?”

“Silly.” You responded. You and Peter laughed but broke off when a sharp rap sounded on the glass. You looked up to see Andre glaring at the two of you. You gave him a confused look but then laughed as Tom playfully shoved him to wave at the two of you. Your laughter again broke off as Andre and Tom engaged in a heated discussion you couldn’t hear. Tom just laughed and skated off, so obviously he was not very concerned with whatever was irritating Andre.

“I wonder what that was about.” Peter said from beside you.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” As warm-ups came to a close Andre skated by your seat one last time. You pounded that glass and he stopped briefly. “I love you!” He must have read your lips because he made kissy lips in your direction before clearing the ice.

“I’m going to go up and grab myself some food. Do you want me to get you something while I’m up?”

“A water bottle and cotton candy?”

You fished out some money as he laughed. “You’re just like my wife. She says the healthiness of the water balances out the sugar of the cotton candy.”

“That’s because it does!!” The two of you laughed before he headed back up the stairs. While he was gone you looked around the arena and appreciated the fact that you saw very few rival team jerseys. You took a selfie with the ice in the background and posted it online. Just as the teams came back out for the face-off to start the game, Peter returned with your snacks.

“A water and cotton candy for the lady.”

“Why thank you, my good sir.” You took them from his hands and got ready to focus. It was game time.

The first period flew by scoreless and it seemed like you blinked and second period was starting. This was destined to be a longer period because somebody…*cough cough TOM WILSON cough cough* decided to crack a pane of glass on the other side of the stadium from you. So as the employees raced around trying to take out the broken piece in order to put in the new one and the players skated around so they didn’t ice themselves, the Capitals media people played things on the jumbotron.

You and Peter laughed at the dance cam and the children who were dancing around and then laughed even harder when they showed Holtby on there and he gave a little hip shake to play along. They had a quick trivia round and then as the new piece of glass was wheeled onto the ice they started a kiss cam.

You were cooing over the older couple who were shown when suddenly your face was reflected up on the screen. With Peter. Oh. No. As the stadium began to get rowdy because the two of you did not immediately comply you caught a glimpse of a red bullet speeding towards the glass.

Andre stopped right in front of the glass in view of the camera and pointed at you and Peter before animatedly shaking his head no. This captured the attention of a lot of people, so instead of the screen changing after a few seconds of resisting…it stayed on.

Peter held up his left hand and pointed to the gold band that was displayed on his ring finger. Matching the gesture you held up your left hand and pointed to your bare ring finger. Evidently the crowd and screen controllers got the memo because finally the screen changed.

Finally the whistle was blown, signalling that it was time to continue with the game. Before Andre skated off you caught his attention again. You winked and blew him a kiss. He rolled his eyes but blew one back to you, causing your heart to warm.

The rest of the game passed mostly without incident and the GWG was scored by none other than Andre himself. After it ended, you and Peter headed for the player hallway to wait for them.

Tom came out first and he and his brother did the weird bro hug before the two of them departed. Andre followed shortly after and grabbed your hand as the two of you started for home again.

“So what was your issue with Tom at the start of the game?” You asked.

“You saw that, huh?”

“Babe…it was literally right in front of me. How could I have missed it.”

“Well…I was…..” He mumbled something indecipherable.


“I was yelling at him for bringing his single brother to flirt with you.” He said in a rush.

“But Peter’s married.” You pointed out.

“I figured that out with the kiss cam debacle.” He screwed his face up in disgust with the mention of the kiss cam.

“Andre,” You stopped and reached up turning his face towards you. “Were you jealous?”

“I thought he was going to kiss you!” He shouted. “Or worse…that you would kiss him.” He looked down at his shoes and your eyebrows drew down at his insecurity.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at his face again. “Baby…the only person I ever want to kiss is you. Now, let’s go home and celebrate your goal.”

He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head.