#maisie's

[ohmylcve]

are we, though? ready for this night? maisie questions, as she's too busy trying not to show off the consequences of the rush her heart had just put herself into, after what it might be the deepest moment they've shared that night. had her shyness not taken place, perhaps she could've noticed how his heart seemed to be racing just as much. had her gaze not tried to find somewhere else other than his eyes, she would've noticed how he was looking at her. for someone who's been studying human life, behaviours and culture, maisie seemed to lack all knowledge when it came to her interaction with julian. applying theories was never her thing to begin with: first, she saw the agony, pain and whatever other feelings that her patients were feeling; then, she would find a theory to understand their moments. but how could she find a theory, when she was the object of the study? when her own feelings were at stake? of course, she could look at julian and try to read him as she did to her patients... but whenever working, she would always try to stay numb, to not let her thoughts and feelings intervene the session. that was just impossible with julian: if there was one to make her feel something, it was him. maybe, that was the whole reason why she loved being with him, because he was not like her patients, and yet cultivated on her just the same curiosity as if he was one.

as maisie was now feeling way more relaxed than before, perhaps not only by the chemicals from the drug messing with her biology, but also by the moments they've shared messing with her psychological, there's her own hidden allowance to just staring at him. as the joint goes back to his own mouth, the movement of his lips to embrace the thin cylinder seems like his own way of living poetry; as if a julian joint was finally meeting the lips it belonged to. half-shut eyes while appreciating the pull, holding the haze, then letting it all out... maisie even closes her eyes to feel like she's being part of it; as if when he lets the haze out, she inhales it once again, just to make them both feel like one. after opening her eyes, with the haze fulfilling the environment between them, she offers him a smile when he silently invites her to go back to his own bedroom.

this is where it all started. a first step into his room like it's the first time, like the room is now made to hold both of them, and only them, which is precisely why she closes the door behind them: it was their place, and though he didn't share his house with anyone else, there was a hidden - one more secret of theirs - significance to closing the door. one she was sure he would understand. enlinghtened by his bedside lamp, maisie looks up to the ceiling. the textures she was now seeing, the waves over here and there, it all made her want to move as if she was enjoying a song - and perhaps she was: the same she was humming back then. almost woken up by the sound of the snacks being put on the bed, maisie lets out a laugh after noticing how off she was for a quite while. then following his moves in a clearly not so balanced walk to the lamp, turning it off as the television's already turned on. she also drops herself, way closer to him than usual, and for a moment she forgets that they're supposed to watch a movie, because the way she sits.... it's facing julian, instead of the television. then, a julian joint on julian's lips again... then once more... maisie's mesmerized by the movement and now, she can't even control herself: she looks at his lips, wondering how would it feel to be the joint. to be pulled, to be inhaled, to be held, and to be let go by him. for a split second, she feels just like the joint, leading her hand to it, pulling him with the joint once more, to her own lips. of course she's already too high... but she's safe. there's nothing she can't do with him around. being as high as she can... perhaps enough not to fool herself into thinking the only reason why she's holding his hand is because of the joint.

after the pull, she holds back and sees his finger slightly touching his lips - what's with his lips today, anyway? - and follows straight into his eyes. though he gestures a silent command, the subtle laugh daring to come out makes maisie let out the haze with a laugh, coffing a bit while doing so. "sorry. won't make a- sorry." she says it in a lower tone of voice, finally turning to face the television when she feels his body closer to her. he's feeling it too, she thinks, there's no way he's not.

as the movie begins, the whole sound atmosphere seems to drag them away from the bedroom, to that very empty field. with a slight tilt of her head, focused on watching the movie, maisie tries to withdraw all of her strength to still keep on looking at the screen: though she's interested in watching it, she knows her state of mind isn't quite ready for it and she also knows that julian is looking at her. it demands too much of her to pay attention to the movie, while knowing he looks at her and while feeling hungry. so she turns to him once more - noticing how close they are - and measuring the snacks with her head. after all, she was dared not to say a word, right?

julian watched her, mesmerized, as maisie hummed to herself, preparing the popcorn with such quiet focus it was almost meditative. he loved these moments—the ones where she got so absorbed in something ordinary, like popcorn, as if it held some hidden significance only she could see. her words floated through his mind: the world isn’t quite ready for our skills. he grinned, the warmth in her playful confidence making him laugh softly to himself. they both knew they’d probably end up ordering pizza or something later, but he couldn’t care less. the point was that they were here, together, making something silly and ridiculous and completely theirs. when she laughed, teasing him about his 'weed resistance', julian couldn’t help but notice the light in her eyes, brighter tonight, somehow—an energy that seemed to mirror the thrill he felt building inside. she’d always had this groundedness, something that balanced his carefree nature. he was all too aware of the unspoken things between them tonight, of the way her gaze held him just a second longer than it usually did. for a fleeting moment, he wondered if she was feeling it too—the shift, the tension that neither of them could seem to name but both felt so strongly. he pretended to busy himself with the random snacks he’d gathered, lining them up on the counter, but his focus was entirely on her, on the way she moved through his kitchen as if it were her own. he felt like he was seeing her in a new light, one that had somehow always been there but that he was only truly noticing now. she was humming softly, her back to him, and he was struck by how much he’d miss her if she weren’t here, if these quiet, ordinary moments didn’t exist.

he chuckled when she struggled with the popcorn bag, a little fumble that she quickly fixed with that proud little smile he knew so well. and then, out of nowhere, she was right there, inches from him. his pulse quickened when she reached for his wrist, guiding the joint to her lips. the touch was so natural, so easy, that it felt like she’d done it a thousand times. yet there was something about the way her hand lingered, her fingers gently encircling his wrist, that made his heart race in a way he couldn’t quite control. as she inhaled, her eyes met his, and for a split second, everything around them faded. there was something electric, something neither of them was quite saying but was undeniably there, simmering just beneath the surface. he held her gaze, letting himself get lost in it, until she finally exhaled, the smoke swirling around them, leaving a hazy intimacy in its wake. maisie’s cheeks flushed slightly as she took a step back, breaking the spell with a quick, casual laugh, as if trying to brush off the moment. but julian noticed the blush, the way her heart seemed to be racing, as if her body were betraying a secret her mind couldn’t—or wouldn’t—put into words. he could feel his own heart beating faster, a rhythm he couldn’t ignore. “movie-food-tasting night,” he echoed, his voice lower than he intended, softened by the haze and whatever this was between them. “yeah… i think we’re ready.” he felt the urge to reach out, to close the space between them, but he held back, letting the moment settle. there was a line here, invisible but palpable, one that they’d been skirting around all night. it was fragile, delicate, and he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to cross it or simply savor this closeness, to let it linger in the air around them like a shared secret. julian took a deep, steadying pull from the joint, the smoke filling his lungs as if he could somehow inhale the clarity he needed for this night. he held it for a moment, letting the haze wash over him, then exhaled slowly, watching the tendrils swirl into the air between him and maisie. with a quiet nod, he motioned her toward the bedroom, gathering up the bowl of popcorn and the absurd assortment of snacks and sauces, as if they were embarking on some ridiculous yet sacred ritual.

back in his room, the atmosphere was cozier, more intimate. the dim glow of his bedside lamp cast a soft light across the bed, making everything feel more private, as if they’d created their own little world apart from the rest of reality. julian set the snacks on the bed, then dropped himself onto the floor beside it, leaning back against the mattress. he took another hit from the joint, this time slower, as if savoring the taste would somehow steel him for whatever was simmering between them. and another deep drag, feeling the weight of the haze settle over him, softening the edges of the room and making everything feel surreal, almost dreamlike. with a sly grin, he turned to maisie, his eyes half-lidded but shining with mischief. he lifted a finger to his lips, gesturing for her to keep quiet, but the look in his eyes was anything but serious.there was a teasing challenge there, daring her to keep silent while he pressed play on the remote. he could barely stifle his laugh as he shifted closer to her, the silent dare hanging in the air between them like a private joke, a game only they could play. he leaned back, letting the movie begin, the screen’s soft glow filling the room. with every puff, he felt himself drifting further into a state where everything felt like it mattered and didn’t, all at once. the film’s opening scenes flickered across the screen, but he found it hard to focus, his attention drawn back to maisie every few seconds. the film he’d chosen, a field in england (2013), was an odd, haunting choice, the kind of movie that burrowed into your mind with its surreal visuals and strange, atmospheric tension. the screen flickered with images of a bleak english field under a stark, washed-out sky, the colors muted as though the life had been drained from them. the story was set during the english civil war, following a group of deserters who find themselves lost in the countryside, their journey quickly spiraling into a bizarre nightmare of paranoia, power struggles, and twisted alchemy.

[stillgotscars]

there it goes - maisie peters

[buriedteen]

maisy! (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9) + view here

[librarycards]

maisy mouse library moments

[folkloregirlfriend]

whos your 2nd top artist this year

[barbieaemond]

GAME OF THRONES S2E7 "A Man Without Honor"

[breakbleheavens]

MAISIE PETERS performs LOST THE BREAKUP The Eras Tour — London, UK (Night 7) | August 19, 2024

[maiko-coy]

Sneak peek at pre-HOJ arc of Missed Chances AU and their characters!

[eroticpassion73]

[celebrity-erotictriggers]

Maisie Williams

[disease]

MAISIE COUSINS / "SLUG" / 2015 [archival pigment print | 33 1/10 × 22 1/10"]

[stillgotscars]

there it goes - maisie peters

[cascadeoceanwave]

tale as old as honey, a moment everybody knows History of Man (Maisie Peters) x The Prophecy (Taylor Swift)

[fromwentzicame]

i dont think ppl on here talk about maisy enough. can we talk about maisy

can everoyen please post mmore maisy.

[saltair-and-webweaves]

Everybody moved on. I stayed there, dust collected on my pinned up hair.

@lilyflxwers/hold this - fortesa latifi/@trxuma-system/the good witch - maisie peters/@heavensghost/@archivedsmile/unknown/@lilyflxwers/@therezeegoes/right where you left me - taylor swift

[honeytoasts]

🐭🍉 (care for gaza, esims for gaza, pcrf)