MATCHA

MATCHA

Lil meet-cute w Luke Hughes :))

Mornings have never been my strength; but I still make it to the office every morning. I’m barely making it on time before some jackass slams into me knocking my drink into me and onto the ground, “ugh you prick!” I grunt in annoyance staring at the guy. Beanie over his hair and a ‘New Jersey devils’ crewneck with the number 43 on it. He looks a little apologetic, “the fuck is wrong with you; don’t look where you’re going or something” I question; there’s a slight accent to my voice. Even if I’ve been living in Jersey for three years the south still follows me around.

“Ah shit— Look im so sorry” he apologizes, “did you get burnt are you alright?” He asks, “can I repay you? Or oh let me take you out to coffee! And I’ll try not to spill it over you” he tries to make a joke but I stare him down. Lips pursed and he looks intimidated. I puff a sigh and nod slowly.

“Uh ya ya ok lemme give you my number” I nod and take a pen out of my purse and write my name and number onto his forearm, “Just text me. Don’t call that’s weird”

He nods— slightly then takes his hoodie off and hands it to me, “uh if you want it— your blouse is-“ he stutters a little, “it’s ruined I’m sorry again” he apologizes. I give him half a smile and take the hoodie.

“Thank you.. uh you owe me a coffee don’t forget”

“I couldn’t forget you.. even if I tried” He smiles and I nod slowly.

your wriring is so good!!

fangirlled when I realized we were mutuals🤭

OMG AH ily sm 😍😍😍😻😻😻😻

RAIN

smth a little out of what I usually do but its free write sunday <3

In the quiet of the night I can still hear it, against the rustle of sheets and my own breathing there is the soothing pitter and patter of rain against the roof. The slight hum of a heater dulls it for a moment; as I adjust I hear it once more. The tipping and tapping against my window-- I can hear it as the wind changes. The strong winds throwing themselves against my window, the thought of thunder as it crashes far away from me. I can hear the rain shift; a downpour to a sprinkle. The soothingness of it all attempts to lull me to sleep, I hear it on and off as I search for the cool of my pillow and my sheets. Finally I still; listening to the rain one last time, allowing my breathing to slow within its pattern, I’ll still against it’s lull; I grow heavy and allow myself to sleep. Once again being washed away by the rain. 

I ❤️ NY#13

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6 years with this goof, and now forever. Goofball

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Newyorkislanders - wifed her up so fast

Matbarzal - took me too long

Matbarzalfan - ARE WE GONNA IGNORE GOOFBALL?

Barzalbabys - GOOFBALL GOOFBALL!!

Ynlovescats - I want forever too stinkydinky

Matbarzal - not stinkydinky

Jamiedrysdale - Bro did not beat the blonde accusations

Ynlovescats - don’t tell anyone I’m a fake blonde :(

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Thru it all. Now through forever. I love you Mat.

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Lianabarzal - A SISTER! YAY (thanks for marrying him)

Ynlovescats - You’re so welcome!

Matbarzal - my fav girl

Ynlovescats - You’re also my fav… besides Milo

Matbarzal - the damn orange cat

Katykits- MY GIRLFRIEND IS GETTING MARRIED 😭😭

Ynlovescats - ik pooks

Nicohischier - best fake blonde got engaged before me

Ynlovescats - now that’s insane @ katykits is single

Nicohischier - Stop playing match maker

Ynlovescats - Never

i want to make something very clear:

adam johnson’s death is not a god damn plot for you to write about

A MAN DIED A TRAGIC DEATH IN A GOD AWFUL WAY

he fought for his life and LOST

do not

DO FUCKING NOT

use his DEATH as a fucking plot for other fics

that is disgusting and disturbing

CURLS

Am I obsessed with zuko. Yes. Yes I am.

It has never felt so good to have clean skin and hair— yes I showered back in Ba Sing Se but that was so long ago.

I’ve known my hair was curly; but I haven’t washed it in so long. Stuck in those two braids that travel down my sides.

Now at the beach house with running water. I’ve let my hair down and cut it back short; now finally washed and clean from my disgustingness. My curls have reformed to their glory. Once sat in the courtyard; finally enjoying the summer breeze.

“Your hair” Zuko announces.

“Oh— does it look weird? I haven’t cut hair in a long time…” insecurity wraps my voice as I finger through the curls, “did I layer it uneven?”

“No no— y/n” he whispers my name so gently, “can I?”

I nod slowly and he brushes a hand through my hair, “I’ve never seen you with your hair down.. it’s always been braided”

“Thank you.”

“I on the other hand. Have never seen y/n” Toph laughs out, “but you seem lighter”

I laugh and smile as Katara brushes through her waves talking to Aang.

“I think it’s just nice to be able to rest.. even for a little while” I reply, I lean back a little as the coolness of nightfall warms my skin. Zuko’s hand brushes against mine and I smile at him, “isn’t that right Zuko?”

He looks at me and smiles, “it does”