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Fabrizio Clerici (1913-1993) — The Guest [oil on board, 1975]
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Frederic Leighton (British, 1830-1896) Montague and Capulet Reconciliation, 1855
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anthrofreshtodeath · 10 months
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18. Hello/goodbye hugs that linger. Good hugs are just 🤗 Maaaybe combined with 25. Finding comfort in their scent?
I chose 18 - here we go!
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Maura flashes her Chief Medical Examiner’s badge to the sheriff’s deputy sitting at the front desk in this small station just outside of Holyoke. It’s late. One or two in the morning late. And the only reason that the lanky young man even looks in her direction is because her jurisdiction covers the entire commonwealth, even all the way out here in Hampden County, and she’s wearing more designer than he’s probably ever seen in his life. 
Her hair’s done up, her eyes boast the smokiest shadow they’ve had since the last wedding she attended, and her dress’s neckline doesn’t even pretend to be modest. That’s where his eyes land when he nods to her and opens the side door that will lead them to the back of the building, where the drunk tank resides.
She approaches, heels authoritative on the linoleum, and nods to him when she gets to the door. “Thank you, Deputy… Healy,” she tells him, and she means it. He tips his hat to her with one hand on his kit belt, then tosses his head in the direction they’ll be going.
“No problem, Doc,” he says, those Western Mass vowels coming through. They have to walk through mahogany desk bullpens and past interrogation rooms that look like they haven’t been updated since the seventies. “Long night?” he asks simply to avoid passing the time in silence.
He must be half a foot taller than Maura, at least, and she stares at his back as they walk. She folds her jacket over her clasped hands, the ones in front of her hips, and shrugs even though he can’t see her. “A wedding,” she answers. “For a colleague in the drug control unit. As you saw, things got a little… out of hand,” she makes sure to name-drop BPD to help their case in any way possible.
Healy laughs. “Yeah well, let’s just say I don’t think the guy they popped is gonna be pressing charges,” he says to her. “Just around this corner.”
Sure enough, when they turn, the one cell in the middle of the floor, with two wooden benches and bars all around, comes into plain view. In it is Jane, in a black suit and her best silk white shirt, all dotted with blood. Could be her own, could be someone else’s.
Could belong to the man next to her: Rafael Martinez, the groom of the evening. He certainly looks happy now, a huge grin on his face despite the fact that he’s currently spending his wedding night in jail. “Hey, Doc! You made it. Thank god,” he exclaims. He stands up and claps once, rubbing his palms together in victory. 
Maura shakes her head when Healy fiddles with the keys until he finds the right one. “Maria is not happy. She’s outside, by the way. They only let her in the waiting area because I happen to be the Chief Medical Examiner of the entire Commonwealth. The Commonwealth,” she admonishes him. 
As soon as the bars swing open, Rafael is out. He grabs Maura and kisses the side of her face roughly. He is annoying, but endearing. “Ah, she’ll understand. I don’t know why she decided to invite her sleazeball ex anyway. But that’ll teach him to try and sabotage the next wedding he goes to, eh?” Rafael looks back at Jane, who hasn’t gotten up and hangs her head. When she looks at him because he’s paused, he takes his bruised fist and swings it through the air in slow motion. “Pow. You still got it, Rizzoli. Now excuse me. I gotta go find my wife.”
“Deputy Healy?” Maura asks once Rafael has turned the corner, “would you give Detective Rizzoli and I a moment?” Again, maybe emphasizing the fact that everyone in the drunk tank is law enforcement lessens their consequences. She tries.
Healy seems to be convinced, however, that there won’t be any. “Sure thing, Doc. I’ll be out front so we can process paperwork when you’re ready.”
“Of course,” she says. She waits until he leaves, until his utility boots squeak further and further down the hall, to step into the cell. 
“Never been so happy to see you,” Jane sighs, finally standing. She hurts, that Maura can see: bruised ribs, a barking shoulder, and a scraped knee, all in addition to the angry red circle on the side of her mouth, a small but deep cut in her lip. 
“Except for when you nearly drowned in the Atlantic Ocean?” snarks Maura. “I leave for five minutes…” Her consternation is mixed with a little bit of happiness and pride.
“Excuse me, more like fifteen minutes at least,” Jane retorts. She comes as close as their bodies will allow without touching. “And Maria’s not my favorite person but she’s good for Rafa. I wasn’t gonna let some bozo mess it up.”
“So you punched him?” Maura raises a suspicious brow.
“Rafa punched him! After he threw a drink in my face,” Jane shouts, then quiets. “I didn’t start it. You know I never start things.”
“Yes well, you always finish them. Even when sometimes they should be left unfinished. When I came to see what all the commotion was about, the three of you were tussling in the bushes! I know the family that owns that property, Jane. Personally,” Maura says. She doesn’t pull away, though. And she smirks when she smells that spilled whisky all over Jane’s front, combined with dirt and Jane’s perfume. 
Jane senses the game, she must, because then she smiles, too. “You haven’t hugged me yet,” she tells Maura, with a theatrically jutted lower lip, “aren’t you happy I’m ok?”
“I’d be happier if you weren’t possibly facing charges,” Maura says in resistance. 
Jane plays up her position by placing a tired hand on Maura’s shoulder. Maura shivers when skin touches skin, even if it’s just a sliver or so. “He won’t, if he knows what’s good for him,” Jane growls.
“It’s his right,” Maura counters. 
“Maura.”
“Yes, Jane?”
“Just hug me.”
So Maura does. Jane is taller and broader and in pain, but somehow Maura folds the detective into her embrace just right. They aren’t together, not yet - though this feels like they will be, very soon, because Jane’s head rests on her shoulder and Jane’s hands spread wide one above the other on her back. One of those hands creeps up to the nape of Maura’s neck, possessing her, lingering closer, longer than a hug hello between friends. 
Jane breathes, then Maura does. Jane sinks, and Maura holds her up. “Let’s go home?”
Jane doesn’t say to Maura that they have separate homes, because she doesn’t have to. She just says, “Ok. First we got a date with Healy, though, yeah?”
“A date I’ll accept. With Healy, however? Not so much,” Maura scrunches her nose, but holds out her arm for Jane to take.
Jane does and they amble toward the bullpen and then the exit. “If not with Healy then with who?”
“Whom,” Maura corrects, and she leaves it at that. She makes sure to wink when Jane looks her way, however.
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enbysiriusblack · 1 year
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cuban hope lupin and italian lyall lupin who travelled the world together before they had remus, learning languages and cultures and meeting people from everywhere.
and remus lupin who's never gone further than newport, half an hour away, constantly reading of the rest of the world. imagining being able to go there, to explore the world.
#if the war didn't happen and no one died then 100% all four marauders went around the world together for a year#james keeping in touch with his partners through letters and meeting them at some places they went (france and india)#im kinda planning where they'd go in my head. like so far im thinking:#iceland. quick stop in canada. right down america stopping at like las vegas maybe. then to cuba for remus to meet his mum's family.#probably staying there for like 2/3 weeks maybe.#then to nigeria. maybe spend a little time in egypt. then up to greece. then romania. then to india where they stay#for about 3 weeks. and lily and regulus meet them there to visit james' family#they go to thailand. malaysia. and down to australia. then back up to japan then south korea.#then to russia. sweden. through germany to italy. they stay in italy for about 2 weeks for remus' grandparents.#marlene and dorcas would meet them in italy since marlene has a italian heritage and hasn't gone to italy since she was a kid so misses it#then over to france where lily and regulus and mary meet them all. mary marlene and dorcas leave after a day or so#to go to the isle of wight to spend a few weeks with mary's sister and her girlfriend#the others stay in france for about a week. regulus and sirius being very obnoxious and showing off ofc.#lily and regulus go home and the marauders go to ibiza for about a week before finishing and going back to britian (boo! britian sucks!)#anyway. rambling about this hc.#marauders era#marauders#remus lupin#hope lupin#lyall lupin#lyall&remus april fest#l&r april fest
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minijenn · 2 months
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Not me already planning a trip to Orlando in 2025 to just stand in the Mario and HTTYD sections of Universal Epic Universes, crying in the immense heat of the Florida sun over mushrooms and dragons or childhood nostalgia and new fandom adoration or whatever
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ireonic · 4 months
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getting Christmas out of the way so I can focus on my true love (Valentine's Day)
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sad-writer · 1 year
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My main headcanon about TSP is that if Stanley uses ASL/BSL to communicate with The Narrator he uses the sign that means “talk” to refer to him.
For those who didn’t know sign language doesn’t have names, you can sign your name when meeting someone, but most of the time you’d be given a specific sign that represent your name. For example, my aunt’s called Melissa, and is referred to with the sign that means “tea”. It can be literally anything tho.
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Villa San Michele, Capri, Italy 🇮🇹
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vox-anglosphere · 2 years
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Osborne House - a winter villa designed by Prince Albert that became Queen Victoria's final home in 1901
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islesnucks · 2 years
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palms scoring the gwg with 14s left as im in italy feels very appropriate
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songsintheattic · 5 months
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accessibleaesthetics · 11 months
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Here is a (non-exhaustive) list of free resources for different sign languages:
American Sign Language (ASL)
Australian Sign Language (Auslan)
Australian Indigenous Sign Languages
Black American Sign Language (BASL)
Brazilian Sign Language (LSB)
British Sign Language (BSL)
Chinese Sign Language (CSL)
Emirati Sign Language (ESL)
French Sign Language (LSF)
Italian Sign Language (LIS)
Indian Sign Language (ISL)
International Sign Language (IS)
Irish Sign Language (ISL)
Japanese Sign Language (JSL)
New Zealand Sign Language (NZSL)
Mexican Sign Language (LSM)
Plains Indian Sign Language (PISL)
Polish Sign Language (PJM)
Ukrainian Sign Language (USL)
Yolŋu Sign Language (YSL)
Please feel free to add on if you know of others, be it more resource for one of the sign languages above, or resources for learning any of the other 300 plus sign languages.
Edit: I updated the ASL reference to Bill Vicars, but reminder that these are just things I found around, please find Deaf teachers wherever possible! And for ASL, lifeprint.com is another wonderful resource.
Please also check out Lingvano if you want to learn American Sign Language (ASL), British Sign Language (BSL) or Austrian Sign Language (ÖGS). This app has D/deaf teachers and is designed for people who can only spend 5 to 20 minutes a day on learning and practicing, so it's very handy for those with busy schedules! Only the first few lessons are free though, then it’s around $10 a month.
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missbadgyalariiii · 7 months
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ithinkimokeei · 1 month
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So It Goes... / Chapter 3: nothing good happens after 2 a.m.
Mat Barzal x Influencer!Reader
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summary: Y/N and Mat get to know each other better and finally decide to go on a ‘friendly’ date. Everything goes perfect until Mat suddenly distances himself from Y/N.
word count: 5,4k
genre: slow burn, kinda strangers-to-lovers; angst (unhappy ending) but the rest is extremely fluff!
warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption and mention of sex (that's it ig)
note: Hi! It's finally time to see some fluff!! If you watched How I Met Your Mother, you already know that the topic of the chapter is from there, and I inspired a lot from "pilot" and "nothing good happens after 2 a.m." episodes of it, so you can see some similarities!
p.s: Alicia, Pete, Zara, Alex... are all made up characters and this is a fiction, so don't expect this to be so accurate!
Enjoy xx
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 You and Mat have gotten very close after his texts. Although you haven't had time to see each other after Zara's birthday because of his game schedules, you started texting throughout the day, and eventually, those texts turned into a habit of long phone calls where you talk about your days at the end of the day. 
“Yeah- yeah, actually, we can go there when you come back..? Okay, good luck with the Canucks tomorrow, I'll be cheering for you and the guys!” You let out a soft laugh and continue. “Yeah, yeah good night Barzy.” and you hang up the phone, you feel your cheeks and jaw hurt from smiling and laughing for the past 30 minutes on the phone. 
“Did you just ask him on a date?” Alicia, who carries two mugs in her hands, asks you all the way from your bedroom door with a confused tone. “No,” You get up from your bed, take one of the mugs from her hand and the two of you make your way to the living room. “I told him about the new Italian place you mentioned today and he said he'd love to go there…”
“Oh, cool! So it's just like a ‘friendly’ date instead of a romantic date?” She asks, opening a random true crime documentary on Netflix. You make a pout and take a sip from the hot chocolate that warms your cold hands with its heat. “Yeah, just two friends going on a friendly date.”
“Yeah, two friends…” she murmurs.
 You love Alicia, you really do. In the past 6 years, you have established a sibling kind of relationship: she can tell if you're hiding something, or you can tell what's going inside her head before she even speaks. She's more than just a best friend to you, she's the sunshine of your life. She has always been with you, in your ups and downs, she makes you happier than ever and you're so grateful to have her.
But, sometimes knowing that she knows and clearly understands everything about you makes you so annoyed. 
Especially in the last few weeks, her teasing makes you wish she had a turn-off button. Of course, they aren't harmful to make you hate her but they are definitely not near to being innocent as well. 
“Babes! You got flowers… from your sugar daddy!” You heard your friend shouting out from the kitchen as you walked inside your apartment. 
“Hello to you too!” You said with an eye roll, ignoring the name she gave to Mat. “When did you come?”
“10 minutes ago or so… They are gorgeous.” She takes some pictures of the bouquet of pink peonies. “How was the event?” 
“It was pretty nice, meeting with Hailey Bieber wasn't on my to-do list today, though.” You sat on the white counter stool that was placed in front of your kitchen island and took a look at the box. “You didn't open this, did you?” you asked with one of your eyebrows raised.
“Nope, I don't need to see Daddy Barzy's lingerie choices just yet.” She replied with a smirk. “Why the fuck would he send me a lingerie set?” you said under your breath and opened the box. 
You tried to hide your smile when you saw the little note that was waiting for you, you took it and read it:
“Challenge accepted! If this is going to make you more of an Isles fan, there you go! 
P.S: You can get a sign if you join one of my games :) 
 - M. BARZAL”
You gave a look to Alicia, took the navy blue jersey to your hands, and turned it over. “You're kidding.” 
“Fuck off- is this fucking real?” Both of you looked at the bold captured “BARZAL” and “13” on the back of the jersey with wide smiles. 
“He fucking likes you, like, what the fuck Barzy!” she yapped. You gave her a warning look, but she didn't mind you. “No, don't tell me ‘we're friends blah blah’ again! Friends don't send each other jerseys that have their fucking last name on them! Friends don't talk to each other to sleep, especially if one of those friends is you because you don’t even take my phone when I need you, or friends don't cancel their plans to watch their friend's game!” She said with a knowing expression. 
“Okay, think and say whatever you want but that is just a friendly gesture. It's so nice of him to remember that I just have Marty's jersey.” You got up from the stool and took the box with you. “Anyways, I feel really disgusting right now, I’m gonna take a shower. Don’t do anything stupid, okay?” 
“Okay, mommy.” She mumbled with an eye roll as you walked out of the kitchen, but before you disappeared from sight, she spoke again. “Oh, Y/N! I forgot one thing!” 
You stopped walking and turned over to her. “Yeah? What's that Barney Stinson? Another ‘bro code’?” you asked ironically. 
“Yeah, erm, friends normally don't masturbate after watching their friend's game!” Alicia said with a bitchy tone. She tried her best not to laugh at your face right that moment. “Try to control your volume next time.” 
“I- I don't know what to say to you anymore.” You made your way to your ensuite to wash everything away from your body. 
She shouted after you with a mocking tone. “Was it a friendly masturbation?” 
 You take one more look at your outfit in the full-length mirror that was placed across your queen-sized bed; you're wearing a maxi, off-the-shoulder, white polka dot dress with a pair of red, Repetto heels. You kept your hair and make-up simple: just light-toned, fresh skin with red lips and blowout hair. 
Today is the day you and Mat finally go out on a date. However much you try to make yourself believe that it's nothing romantic, almost everyone knows about you knows that it's nothing but not romantic. 
Of course, you'd be the happiest person if that date turned out to be romantic, but you decided to keep your cool to not ruin anything between you. You can’t lose him when you finally find a real chance to be in his life.
But one thing you don’t know: Mat is a goner for you!
When he agreed to go out with you after the Martin couple's insistence, he thought it would be like any other hookups that he has had since his break up with Maggie, almost 2 years ago, until he saw you standing in front of him big as life.
He still doesn't know what made him feel like it, but he knew that you'd be the one for him, he just knew it when he saw you standing there with his friend's girlfriend with a shy but bright smile on your pretty face. 
And he wasn't willing to let this go until you let him be yours.
 Ever since the day he texted you, everyone around him has noticed how much he changed. Not in a bad way, obviously. 
He spends more time on his phone now, every time they're done with practice, one of the first things he does is check his notifications to see if you sent anything or called him while he was on the ice or at the gym. Bo and Matt even saw him watching one of your make-up tutorials on the way to Vancouver for their upcoming game, which he defended as he was watching it to learn more about products so he could buy the right things for his sister. 
Of course, they didn't believe him, in fact, that made the situation more teasable for them. 
However, now he's at your door, holding a bouquet of white peonies that he learned you love a lot from your videos. He feels anxious, probably more than he’s ever felt like. He checks the time on the watch he has on his right wrist: It’s 7:07 p.m. 
He steps forward to knock on your door but the door opens before he does anything. “Oh, hi Mathew! Would you like to come in? I’ll let her know that you came.” Alicia speaks as she cracks the door for him to get inside. “Hey, thanks.” he responds with a smile.
He walks through the foyer to the open kitchen and stands next to the kitchen island as Alicia goes to your bedroom to inform you about him. He looks over the apartment that he once came, as much as he can see from where he stands. The living room looks cozy and young with the light colors; there’s an L-shaped big, beige sofa which is decorated with some throw pillows and a haphazardly spread blanket, and a coffee table, which has some books, candles, and flowers that he sent when he was in Vancouver on it, located in front of the sofa. There are also some colorful frames mounted to the wall and a big, full-length mirror leans to the wall making the room look vivid. 
While Mat tries to keep himself busy with these thoughts, Alicia walks inside your room. “Y/N/N, he’s here!” she says softly. “I’m gonna leave now, but call me if anything goes wrong, which I know it wouldn’t, but just in case.” 
She hugs you from behind and looks at you both in the mirror for a brief moment. “You look so hot, you’re gonna blow his mind!” she says with a smile. She walks towards the door and continues before walking out. “Go inside before he leaves- Oh, by the way, I will be at mine tonight so you can enjoy as much as you can here.” she winks.
You go inside to the living room right behind her after taking your phone and your purse. Any second he spends with Alicia could be traumatizing for him. 
“Barzy, hi!” You say, smiling timidly. You see the bouquet lying on the island and then start examining him as he turns his attention from your friend to you. 
He's wearing a two-piece black suit and a white button-up underneath it. He keeps its two buttons open, which gives a feral look of his chain and his collarbones. His hair is a bit longer than the last time you saw him a few weeks ago, and it looks like he's run his hand through it over and over again, yet, it still looks so good. 
When his hazel eyes meet yours, you feel like you go weak at the knees. His pink lips curl up to a smile and he speaks. “You look gorgeous, Y/N.” 
You didn't realize Alicia left until you took your eyes away from him. “You're not so bad yourself!” you respond to him. “By the way, these are so beautiful! I love peonies, thank you!” you point at the flowers. 
“I'm glad you liked them!” He says with a proud smile and continues. “Shall we go before we get late?” You nod with your head, he places his hand over your lower back as you walk out of the apartment together.
 You talked about random things on your way to the restaurant, which made you both relax a bit. He told you that his family was also there, at his game in Vancouver, to support him and he had time to spend with them. 
Of course, he didn't tell you every detail, like how his mother and sister think he has a girlfriend already, or how his friends make fun of him for checking your Instagram and YouTube daily. You don't have to know these things, not yet. 
You take your places at the restaurant and order your foods. 
The place isn't very fancy, instead, it looks like a home: it is warm with dim lighting and framed pictures of old people all over the walls. The wall across you is decorated with wine bottles and there are some plants placed here and there. “It looks like a restaurant I went to in Italy last summer.” Mat speaks as the waiter fills your glasses with the wine.
You look around the room before locking your eyes on the pretty hazel eyes admiring your profile. “Yeah? It looks better than Ali told me, it’s so cozy.” you speak. “So, erm, I’ve been looking forward to this day, honestly.” 
Mat opens his mouth to speak, he looks more relieved after your words. “Me too! You know, I had a couple of away games in a row,” he pauses for a second, looks like he’s trying to find the right words, then he continues. “but I’m glad we finally made it.” 
“Here we are now, aren’t we?” You say after taking a sip from the cold wine to ease your throat. You can feel him bouncing his knee, it’s not so violently but the table you’re sitting on is small enough to make you feel his long legs. “Mathew,” you place both your hands under your chin, raise your eyebrows, and ask with a seductive tone. “Do I make you nervous?”
He laughs at your question and leans back. “I mean… yeah. Is it that obvious?” Now he looks directly into your eyes. “I don’t want to brag but I’m a very good observer.” you shrug your shoulders childishly. “Plus, I can feel you bouncing your knees.” you giggle, pointing his legs.
 About an hour later, you’re all done with your meals and keep asking each other random questions about your life and even your future. “Okay, it’s time for quickies, answer as fast as you can.” Mat interrupts with a high-pitched laugh, that man laughs at everything you say. 
“Quickies?! Really?” 
“Come on, Barzal! I thought you were a grown-ass man, you’re laughing at a ‘quicky’ like a high-schooler?!” You say with an exaggerated eye roll. “Okay, okay, are you ready? Let’s see if your brain is as fast as your body.” you continue, grinning like a Cheshire cat. 
“Now you’re telling me that wasn’t on purpose?” he asks, lifting his eyebrows. “Of course, that was on purpose, silly.” you coo. “I’m starting.” you press your elbows to the table as you lean over. He tells you to keep going before taking a sip from his water.
When you said you are a good observer, you weren’t kidding. For the past few hours, you’ve observed him very well: how he bounces his knees when he’s nervous, how the right side of his lip curls a bit more when he smiles, how he runs his tongue over his lips when he focuses on something - like you’re talking about something that makes you excited! - or how he loves keeping long, very long eye contact while he’s talking, which makes you think about the other places he’d love to keep that eye contact- Okay, Y/N, behave.
“Okay, Marty or Tito?” 
He shrugs before answering. “Easy, Tito.” 
“What’s your star sign?”
“Gemini, I guess?” he answers as if he’s asking you. “When’s your birthday?” you ask.
“May 26th.” he replies quickly as you told him to do earlier. “Yes, you’re a Gemini, Barzy! I love Geminis.” you say and continue asking your questions. “Vancouver or New York?”
“New York, but it’s like 51 New York to 49 Vancouver, you know.” you knit your eyebrows at his answer. “That’s interesting for a Canadian…” 
He leans over to the table as you did and looks at your red, pouted lips. You are so close now, so close that you’re scared that he can hear your heartbeat even though the soft jazz music playing in the background, so close to making him want to feel your lips over his. He brushes these thoughts away and licks his lips before speaking. “You know you’re also going to have a quickie too, right?” 
“What?” you said absently, feeling lost in his eyes which are wandering on your blushed face. “Oh, yeah I know, but is that a threat?” you laugh hesitantly. 
“No,” he lets out a giggle. “I’m just reminding you that your questions also can be mine, you know.”
“Okay then, what does Mat Barzal do ten years later today?” 
“Today? Wow, that’s a good one! Let me think about this.” you nod to him, and you realize your phone is ringing with a call at the corner of the table. You can’t see who is calling since the phone is flipped down, so you just press the power button and wait for Mat’s answer. “Ten years later… I’ll probably be married and have kids. I mean, I will be almost 37!” he says with wide eyes. 
“Dilf Barzy, I see!” both of you laugh. “Well, I hope so.” he says, scratching the back of his neck. You can see his cheeks redden.
“Okay, wait. How many kids?” you ask, biting your lower lip at the thought of him having kids, who knows, maybe your kids. “I think two is fine, a boy and a girl, eh?” 
“Yeah, two is the best. Keep going!” you smile widely before taking your lower lip between your teeth again. ‘Are you doing this on purpose?’ he thought to himself. “Me and my wife might be on a date, just two of us, in this restaurant maybe..?” you take a deep breath out as he licks his naturally pinkish lips one more time. “Will you be celebrating something..?” you whisper while admiring his features closely.
Why is he leaning over to you? Is he going to kiss- 
Your phone ring interrupts you.
“I think you should take it, it might be important.” he says, trying to cover up his frustration. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” you want to cry now. “I’ll take this really quick, then it’s your turn to ask me, ‘kay?” you say, forcing yourself to smile as he roams his thumb over your right hand that rests on the table and gives it a light squeeze before speaking. “Don’t worry, I’ll be thinking about my questions while you’re gone!” 
You take your phone and your purse and make your way to the bathroom. 
While in Do Not Disturb: 24 Imessages, 3 missed calls…
You curse under your breath as you call the caller back.
 
While you’re in the bathroom, talking to whoever ruined your potential first kiss, Mat replies to the texts that his friends sent; some of them were personally sent while the others caused mockings about Mat in their group chats.
Tito 🫡 
Barzy is getting some! 
He is def getting some!! 🫣🔥
PULL OUT 
Or you have to name the first baby Barzal after me 😁
Mat looks around him, and replies to his friend’s texts while suppressing his laugh.
To Tito 🫡 
Don’t get your hopes high, I’m not naming my first child after you!
And we’re still at the restaurant 
Hold your horses 🫸🏻
As he presses the ‘send’ button for his last text, you sit down in your chair. “Hi, I’m sorry, again.” he smiles, showing his perfect teeth to you, and intertwines his long fingers with your much smaller ones. His hand fits yours perfectly, it makes you feel like they were meant to be together at the very beginning. 
“Hey, it doesn’t matter!” he assures you and continues, “Was it important? You look like this,” he copies your pouted expression with a bit of stretch. 
You laugh at him, which makes him laugh too. “Yes, I mean, I-I don’t know yet.” You bore into your hands, looking too good to separate. “I think I need to go home and check.” you finally say. “Oh…” leaves his mouth.
“Yeah…” you mumble. “It’s okay, it’s already getting late, we can just call it a night, yeah?” he asks. He can see that you’re as upset as he is, maybe more than he is. But he is right, it’s almost 11 pm and they’re about to close the restaurant; you and an old couple are the only ones who haven’t left yet. 
 About ten minutes later you walk to his car, he doesn’t ask you who called you and why you are so upset about this, he doesn’t need to know if you don’t want to open it up. 
“You saw the couple, right?” he asks while his eyes stay on the road, he can feel your eyes wandering on his side profile. “30 years later today, I would like to be like them, with my wife, of course.” 
You hum and speak, “You might need 40 years to be like them, they were a little too old.” you go on when you see him smile. “You’ll be an amazing husband, Mat, I can feel it.” you reach out to his right hand and kiss his knuckles before keeping it between both of your hands. You don’t know what gave you the heart to do or say these, but it doesn’t feel wrong at all.
“I can wait 40 more years if that’s what it's worth.” he murmurs.
 He parks the car and walks towards your door to open it. He gives you a warm smile as you walk out of the car. “Thank you for everything, Mat. Every single second was priceless for me. I mean it.” 
“You don’t have to thank me for anything, it was my pleasure.” he says as he pulls you in his arms. He breathes in the smell of your shampoo mixed with your perfume. “But if you want to thank me so much, you can join my next game?” he asks.
“Would you sign my jersey?” you giggle against his collarbone. “If you prove to me that you’re not a puck bunny.” 
You step back reluctantly and look at his eyes for the 100th time tonight, then drop your eyes to his lips. Should you kiss him? Should you wait for him to kiss you? Are you going to stand here awkwardly until one of you says or does something? 
“Erm, good night then?” you speak finally.
“Yeah, good night! Let me know later, eh?” he says. You nod him with a smile and speak. “And you call me when you arrive home, okay?” 
“I will.” he watches as you go up the stoops. 
Right before you get inside the building, you hear him call your name “Y/N/N!” you turn your face to him, he’s still standing next to his driver-side door. “You look so breathtaking tonight.” he admires your face lighting up with his compliment. “I mean it.”
You smile and get inside. 
You’re going to kill Alex for ruining your chance with that amazing man.
 As you step out of the elevator you see the brunette man who is crouched down next to your door, his head between his hands, probably sleeping. You unlock the door and shake the man to wake him up. “Alex, get inside.” 
“What the- Oh, did you finally come?” he asks with a stupid smirk on his face while standing up. “Why are you here?” you ask, not looking in his direction. You fill two glasses with cold water and push one of them to the screwed man.
“We had a game with Rangers today- we fucked up so fucking bad, it ended 6-3,” 
“Alex,” you try to interrupt him but he didn’t stop. “And Neeks pissed off-” you curse under your breath and pinch the bridge of your nose as he keeps yapping. “Who the fuck is Neeks…”
“Dude I thought you watch our games- it’s Nico! Anyways, Jack took us to a bar near here-” You stare directly into his electric blue eyes, laughing in annoyance. “Alex, I’m trying my fucking best not to be rude but I honestly don’t give a fuck about Nico, Jack, Neeks, Devils, or whatever shit you’re talking about! Why are you here? What do you want from me?!” 
“Why are you acting like a bitch now? I thought we could have fun, you know, I’ve been waiting for you for hours.” he says, walking to the middle of the living room and lying on the big sofa on his back. You watch him in amazement. “Are you being serious right now? I’ve been waiting for this day for years and everything was amazing until you decided to ruin the best day of my fucking life, for what? To get your dick wet?! How am I the bitch in this story now, Alexander?!” 
He looks at you with his arms crossed under his head, eyes closing slowly. “Don’t call me that, you sound like my mom.” Is he going to sleep now? Seriously? “What are you doing?” you ask him. “I’m sleeping obviously, wake me up when you change your mind.” 
Now you can understand the ‘female rage’ in the movies. 
It’s that easy for a man to resume his life: he ruined your day, he thought you’d be willing to get under him, he called you a bitch because of his own fault and now he sleeps peacefully. It’s just that easy!
After some deep breaths, you walk over to his lying figure on the sofa. “Give me your phone.” you say torpidly. “Why?” he groans, his eyes are still closed. “I need to ruin someone’s night like you did to me, otherwise I feel like I’m gonna be a killer.” 
He giggles and lifts his hip from the soft cushion underneath him to reach his back pocket, “You can be funny sometimes.” he says before handing you the phone. You unlock the phone with the face ID and scan for Jack’s number in the contacts since he’s the only one you know. 
‘Jackie Boy 😈’ probably? You press the ‘call’ and sit down at the end of the sofa while waiting for him to pick up, bouncing your right knee rapidly.
Ring… Ring… Ring…
He picks up. 
You feel relieved with his voice. “Hi, it’s Jack Hughes, right? I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” 
You explained the situation briefly to him and he told you he’d be on his way to pick him up as soon as he finds ‘Lukey’. 
You took probably the fastest shower in your life after sending your location to Jack. You skipped your night routine and made yourself a ‘calming tea’ that your mother had brought when she came to visit. 
It was a little over 1 a.m. and that wasn’t the way you expected this night to end.
 
Meanwhile, Mat lying on his bed with the same clothes, just his button-up is unbuttoned more than it was. He’s talking with Tito, who is his 3rd call since he arrived home. Matt was the first person he called, he knew that Sydney wouldn’t be able to sleep if she didn’t hear the details from him, then his sister, of course, and he saved the best for the last. 
“If you wanted to kiss her then why didn’t you? Were you expecting people to encourage you, clap you like you’re in a sappy romcom or what?” Canadian teases his friend from the other line. “I didn’t want to ruin it, don’t act like you don’t know that feeling! What if she splashed her wine on me and left me there?”
Is he overthinking again? Would you really do that? Or would you kiss him back, let him feel your soft, glossed lips over his chapped ones? 
“Oh, come on! As much as you told me, I think she would have even said ‘yes’ if you had asked her to go to Vegas and marry you. She gave you way too many signs, probably some of them more than just for a kiss.” 
Did you, really?
“Sydney said the same thing.” Mat replies, running his free hand through his growing hair. “Because we know what we talk about!”
“If I were you, I would have given her the kiss right now, dude.” Tito says. “She might be the future Mrs. Barzal aka the mother of your little hockey players’, and you might not get this chance ever again, just think.”
Mat checks his watch and gets up from his bed. “Okay, okay… It’s 1:43, I will be there in, like, 35-40 minutes.” Tito cheers him while he collects his stuff. “Go get your kiss, Romeo!”
Mat stops for a moment and speaks, “Dude, if everything goes well, I might really consider giving your name to my firstborn. Wish me luck!” and he hangs the phone up.
If he told his mother that he was going to a girl’s house at 2 a.m. just to tell her he likes her and kiss her, she would 100% say ‘Don’t do this Mathew, just wait until the morning. Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.’ and she might be right. 
But she also might not be.
You urgently open your door knocking door and see the tall figure of Jack who looks tired, probably because of the game and the bar he came from, leaning over your door frame. “Jack, hi! Come in.” You step aside to let him inside. “Hi,” he says, his voice raspier than you hear from the phone. “I’m sorry about him, we thought you invited him.” 
And that wasn’t the scene Mat expected to see when he was talking with Tito on the phone. He wasn’t expecting Devils’ young forward to walk inside the apartment like he did hours ago. 
He wishes he listened to his mother and stayed at home and went to sleep. 
He wishes he never saw that scene and waited until the morning.
He wishes too many things in just 5 seconds before the elevator’s doors close.
But the thing he wishes the most is to kiss you that very moment instead of letting you pick up that phone. He wishes he kissed you so deeply until you forget where you are and don’t even notice that stupid phone ringing.
Also, Tito was right at one point, he had one chance to do that.
 
The next few days were awful for you. You feel like Mat is avoiding you, which he is actually doing. He doesn’t send you morning selfies like he used to do, he doesn’t send you 10 texts subsequently to say every single thing going through his head, instead, he just sends quick and short texts, and he doesn’t answer your routine ‘before sleep’ calls anymore. 
Is this all because you had to leave the date early? It shouldn’t be, right? Maybe you were too honest, or too noisy to make him uncomfortable? Did you ask him too many personal things? But he would let you know if you did, wouldn’t he? 
Your thoughts get the best of you.
Normally, you should be at the UBS Arena right now to support the Islanders against the Devils with Sydney and the other WAGs as he invited you when he dropped you home. But here you are, sitting on your sofa, editing the couple of videos that you recorded as a vlog in the past few weeks. You don’t even feel like watching the game right now. 
You already feel hurt enough and you can’t hurt yourself even more by watching him doing his favorite thing. 
“Are you sure you don’t wanna watch it?” Alicia asks, looking at you with a sincere smile. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna take a nap after I finish the edit. I will watch the recap later, though.” You respond calmly. 
You told her about your date the other day and she made sure that he likes you like you like him. And now she can understand why you don’t wanna watch the game, however much you made up an excuse. 
‘He’s probably busy because of the all-star things.’ that's what she keeps telling you, she might be right, but is that giving him the right to ghost you after making you feel like the only girl in the world?
 You finished the edit around two hours later and you cocoon under your soft blanket, rewatching some episodes of Gilmore Girls. “Oh my God!” Alicia yelps, covering her mouth with her left hand while watching something on her phone with wide eyes. “What?!” you ask curiously. She turns her phone your way, and you read the tweet when your eyes adjust to the bright light coming from the screen: 
“Islanders’ Mathew Barzal gets into his first career fight with Devils’ defenseman Alexander Morgan…”
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Tony: If you could be any other race, what would it be?
Peter: I guess Italian or-
Tony: [to Thor] I think you’d be a good Maui
Peter: Maui is a place. I think you mean Māori
Tony: Do I?
Peter: Maui is a fucking Hawaiian island.
Tony: Oh
Peter: If you could be another race would you want to be the fucking Isle of Man?
Thor: [laughing]
Peter: Do you wanna be Iceland?
Tony: I hate it when you do your brain shit
Peter: I can’t remember what you call these people but they live up in Lapland and look after Reindeer-
Thor: Elves
Peter: Sure
Peter: They make amazing shoes and stuff
Thor: Yes anything you want, a Playstation, a dirt bike-
Peter: Please stop.
Peter: I can’t remember what you call these people-
Tony: Inuits?
Peter: It’s not that, it’s like whatever the Finnish version of that is
Thor: Fin-uits
Fury: This meeting has gotten away from us
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