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[maisiedix]

hey famz i’m having a last supper with my cousins today )): so i probably wont be on much at all HOWEVEVEVrrerer i might b on tonight late probs unless i drink to much or something 

BUT TO ALL THE NEW PEOPLE HEY I”M shELL!!! plot with me or hmu on aim: shellyfishx is the user ((:: okayy byeeee!11

[kiernut-blog]

( @maisiedix ) 

There is this warm person between the soft hums of bolsters and the fluttering eyelashes of laughter that Kieran’s been thinking about constantly. It is someone filled with delicate touches, and light colours, and sweet smells that wrap around him, constantly murmuring that this is exactly where he is supposed to be. It is delicate curls, creamy skin, and lips like freshly picked strawberries. Maisie. It’s no surprise that the gorgeous girl had been running through his mind non-stop since his love confession. Every time he thought about Maisie, he felt fuddled enough to feel the warmth spread through his limbs in a low buzzing roar, the disquietude slipping from his pores. He would find himself smiling mindlessly, the feeling of innate euphoria roaming through him every single time his mind wandered. It may seem a bit silly to anyone else but Kieran had never been this taken by someone before – and to be honest, he never thought this day would come. The very idea of going on a date with Maisie had his stomach in the most pleasant knots; he was excited to finally spend some quality time with the girl that had been on his mind for years.

Honestly, if you told Kieran a year ago that he would be going on a date with the girl of his dreams, he would have laughed in your face. Now though, Maisie is still the main occupant to his mind, almost like a more conscious subconscious. He poured himself a glass of water at the diner, and he poured Maisie a glass too, bought himself a bagel and he gets Maisie one too. He use to go through thrift shops looking for band t-shirts, but now it was for band shirts and the weird hipster sun trinkets Maisie was obsessed with. It was even down to the simplest of things, like when he needs to run out to the shop and get some milk, he would find himself picking up a box of snacks that Maisie liked so she could nibble on them the next time she visited him. It was the type of routine you want to never forget, one you want to live forever. And to be completely honest, his love for Maisie is the only reason he devoted so much of his energy into making sure this evening would be absolutely perfect. He had numerous ideas rummaging around inside his brain; there were dinner ideas, more dinner ideas, and mostly just dinner ideas – he’s a bit bored of those, though. There were movie ideas, with actor themes, or genre themes, but really, they spend most of their time watching Netflix together anyway. Board games – Kieran thought he might own monopoly, but he wasn’t going to risk their relationship this early. And besides, none of the ideas sounded romantic or sensual or good enough, really. So, he had to use his own imagination and while his idea is very… plain, he still liked to think it was a little romantic.

So, that is essentially how Kieran found himself gently placing a fuzzy blanket onto a patch of grass in the middle of a field. The late pinkish glow of the sunset casted an illumination upon everything he was setting up. It was so hazy – content and hazy and that is how Kieran felt today; mind dazed as he gently laid a couple sunflowers onto the blanket and in this moment, he doesn’t think there is any other word that could properly describe how he felt. In fact, if he could choose any moment in time to press pause on, it would be this one. Where it’s all soft edges and scented candles. Content, perfect. He doesn’t speak much as he adjusts everything around the blanket – he was far too nervous for words right now. In any other situation, Kieran would be loud and wild and probably wouldn’t even care about how everything looked but it was different when it comes to Maisie. It was just that Kieran is so fucking in love, he is, and Maisie has him intoxicated on happiness like no other. The pretty girl made the world fuzzy and light and perfect, and Kieran just wanted to return the gesture somehow. He wanted to provide soft moments where they can just relax and kiss and love each other, so gently, like they’ve finally slowed the Earth’s spin simply by existing so close to one another.

The only way he knew how to do that was by providing a comfortable environment for the girl and the first thing on his list was a redo of their original night under the stars. Now, instead of screaming matches on the beach, the memory would be replaced with gentle touches and warm laughter. There was a silver tray nearby that contained homemade sandwiches and another one that had chocolate covered strawberries. There was a rather expensive bottle of wine (he even googled what wine worked best with chocolate) resting near the flowers. And his iPod was playing romantic piano music from his playlist called ‘Sunshine’. There were some pillows and some scented candles in little jars.. because why the fuck not? Everything was pretty and delicate, and Kieran hoped tonight would go as planned because Maisie truly deserved it.

And not only had he spent ages setting everything up, he also took hours getting ready. Kieran had spent the majority of his day trying to dress himself and failing miserably. It seemed that nothing looked good on him and he knew it was probably him just being picky but who could blame him? This was the first date he had been on in a while – the last date he went to was an absolute disaster and he pretty much swore off them after that. But he willing to make an exception for Maisie – was willing to do anything for her, really. And eventually, after tossing shirt after shirt on his bed, Kieran had finally settled on an outfit. So, here he was, clad in his usual tight black jeans, a yellow dip shirt, and the most comfortable shoes. His eyes flickered towards the ground as he picked at his shirt (he only wore this one because it smelled of green apples and strawberries and the scent absolutely did not remind him of a certain girl) and he wondered if he was a little underdressed because it was not like he knew what Maisie planned on wearing. But he figured he was okay considering he was the one who knew what they would actually be doing today. Kieran had kept their little adventure a secret, despite Maisie’s protests because he wanted to sweep the girl off her feet. He had waited years for this moment; jotted down billions of date ideas into a little black journal as he yearned for this day to arrive. So yes, he was going to make this the most magical and cheesy date to ever exist and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

God, he is so in love.

Once Kieran was absolutely sure everything looked perfect (including himself), he pulled out his phone and sent Maisie a text: can’t wait to see you xx. A soft, excited giggle escaped his lips as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. He hoped Maisie would be quick to arrive because he was not sure he can spend another second waiting around. So, with butterflies fluttering around inside his stomach, Kieran picked up a single sunflower and settled down onto the blanket, waiting for his date to arrive.

[maisiedix]

Something was up; that’s what everyone assumed. The girl had been acting weird. Strange and more dazed off than usual – she had a bounce to her step and a dreamy look in her eye. There were rumors that something had happened between her and Kieran but she brushed it off saying they’d just made up after their fight. Nothing was happening between the two. That wasn’t true; she was more in love than she’d ever been before. Every waking thought was of him. Of his smell, of the last time they kissed and how his lips tasted like liquor and promise; of his eyes, the most divine shade of a perfect morning sky. Before she’d fall asleep she had the now natural instinct to text him goodnight. On her busiest days she’d think of him in a daydream and find herself calm and breathing again. Even though he’d disappeared for a while, they talked every day, every night. She was hesitant to call what they had a relationship, but she felt like it would be. And she was ready – she’d never been more ready for anything in her life. Even though she knew they were meant to take it slow. Today, she only wanted everything to go as he planned – and she planned? Who knows? Maisie just knew it had to be perfect. A first date was so important.

Maisie spent the whole day giddy. A nervous wreck, but overwhelmed with pure bliss. Even the kids had noticed, prodding her about what was going on. She told them it was a secret as they gathered around in her circle huddle and listen to her gush about ‘mystery’ boy in lieu of winter-themed story time. The girl couldn’t keep it bottled in forever. She felt a little bit invincible which was quite the strange feeling for her. It was actually a bit like feeling invincible but fragile all at the same time. Fragile because she knew what they had was new; invincible because the feelings seemed so incredibly palpable and vibrant. In reality – she’d never felt this content in her life. Despite everything that seemed to hold her back all these years, now with all these requited feelings out in the air, she knew this was it. It was a first date, but god she hoped it was her last first date. Maybe she was getting ahead of herself but Kieran to her was the closest thing to the sun in her life. He made her days luminescent – he made them worth living; she could orbit around him in her every waking moment and she would never be tired. He was her center of the universe. She’s felt it for so long but it didn’t set in until the night they confessed their adoration. Looking down at him from her window, saying so many wonderful things about her – that was when she knew he was hers and she was his. A sun and its planet incapable of living without each other. Well, and Maggie.

Today was a whole different monster.

Preparing for the date was a week long journey; she’d bought three different dresses and two new pair of shoes. Kieran wouldn’t tell her where they were going so she had to do quite a mix-up of attire. A mustard yellow shift dress ended up being her choice – it was a bit short but it was better than the backless flower-y dress that showed just a little too much skin. Was that even acceptable for a first date? She pulled down on her dress looking at herself in the mirror for a little more longer than usual. A wreck. All she could think about was him. Would he like her dress? She bit down on her bottom lip, twirling around and smoothing the dress down against the mirror. The girl was almost ready – she’d already curled her hair and put on some subtle make up. Her hands were jittery and stomach was on the edge of slightly queasy but she just could not get rid of the smile on her face. Letting out a strange squeal of elation, she slipped on her canvas sneakers and stood in a mirror for a few more seconds, playing with the sun necklace she’d decided on wearing. “You look good,” she muttered to herself, letting out a final shaky breath.

His text ebbed her nerves. As her feet hit the pavement, she reread the text and twiddled her thumbs, making sure to look up in case she was to have anything in her direct path. She was so in love. The girl sent him a quick text back: i’m almost there… i’m so excited. :3. She giggled at her own smiley, picking up her pace a little bit as she turned the corner and happened upon their meeting place. All the breath was robbed of her body; he looked celestial surrounded by all the little details her brain couldn’t quite make out at the moment. Perfectly celestial. She was just staring at him for a couple beats, mouth slightly agape. It was like a movie- one she couldn’t quite remember the name of, but it was full to the brim with romance. Maisie skipped on over to the blanket after a few moments of taking it all in, plopping down on her knees in front of him. She resisted the urge to lay down on the blanket and take in the softness.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life,” she mumbled gleefully, the smile overtaking her face dimply and hurting her cheeks. Maisie looked around, pressing her finger delicately against his shirt as she scooted closer. She brought her legs out in front of her and just leaned slightly forward, looking up into those eyes she’d so often see when she closed her own. “Sunflowers, strawberries, piano music – this is so – wine? A man after my heart.” A gently kiss was pressed against his cheek, soft as ever, before she pulled away and let out a small laugh. Her hand now moved towards the flower in his hand, taking a petal between her thumb and her forefinger. “I missed you so much… I was, um, counting down the days to this since you asked. How was New York? How’s Maggie? How are you?”  Her nervousness bubbled up her throat in the form of rushed words, stumbling over each other as she stared up at him in wonderment. She had no idea why he was giving her a chance, why he’d been so in love with her all these years. But knowing that it was all true… well, that sent her heart bursting. Even if they were just sitting in an empty field, the only thing between them and the grass their clothes, she was sure she’d feel the same exact wonderful haze of delight. He was there. “I can’t believe this is actually, finally, happening. Pinch me.”

[maisiedix]

theodoraclay:

adorabowl: can’t wait to win an award for it next time mayor joe hosts a talent show adorabowl: i’ll bust a nut if he asks tuck to wear a top hat & do a tap dance routine again

inamaise: i know right?  i’m so proud of us inamaise: um,, talk about two busted nuts cause same. i hope he makes declan do a disappearing act with his willy 

[maisiedix]

Text Message ✉️ OPEN

Sasha: Let's just say.. I'll be getting my own dvd of the titanic from now on to watch.

Maisie: ms walker? OMG and she didn't tell me about it??? how rude

Maisie: sorry about that tho it can be scarring for the unprepared..

[maisiedix]

miicvh:

“i’m glad you believe me. some people it takes convincing. they think I am him, just trying to play a joke on them.” he continued to smile at the girl. “he seems to have a lot of fans, or that’s the kinda vibe i get. no, he doesn’t. he doesn’t know about me— yet. i hope to keep it that way, if that’s okay with you?”

“i’m gullible -- or well, i trust people i guess. i trust you. though, honestly if declan were playing a joke on me right now, i would literally never know. oh! oh wow, yeah. my lips are sealed, i swear. you’re gonna tell him soon, though, right? that’d be such a terrible thing to keep from someone. i mean, i would love to have a sibling out there.” 

[maisiedix]

maened-madness:

“I always feel weird asking for ID at work, I mean it feels really hypocritical,” Graham said, playing with the end of her braid as she spoke, “I’ve been drinking since I was 14 -what right do I have to ask probably legal adults for ID when I’ve been breaking the law for so long? It’s weird, y'know?”

“I mean, everyone drinks underage. Like, if you don’t let them in I’m sure someone else would? But, yeah I get it. It is weird. I’d feel weird about it. I’m sure underage bartenders feel weird about it too. Do you think they’ll ever change the drinking age?” 

[maisiedix]

slaones:

“ i’m not being bitchy. i’m not a bitch. i don’t get angry. i only get angry when there’s a reason for be to be angry and that doesn’t make me a bitch, does it? that makes me human. very fucking human. i’m sweaty. my throat is dry, and i’m getting a heartburn. if i were to swallow cookie dough right now, it’d bake going down my asparagus. i feel disappointed, honestly. did you wake up today thinking ‘oh yeah, today? today i’m going to drag sloane on a path to hell.’ and i thought you were decent enough not to make innocent people suffer. do you have sadistic tendencies? do you derive pleasure from cruelty? my shoes are sinking into the pavement. do you know what that means? that means, stay the fuck inside. if i wanted to do cardio today, i could’ve paid to go to the gym. at least, they have air conditioning. ” 

“i’m... sorry?” she mumbled out, pushing back her own sweaty hair. “you -- i -- i don’t even know what to say, god it’s so hot. um.. wanna go to the ice rink? it’s like two more blocks it’s right there. it’s freezing in there. yeah? you’re not a bitch. you’re not even being bitchy.. it’s just hot. i hate summer sometimes. i wish it was snowing right now.” 

[maisiedix]

text ✉️ open

jack: no but seriously like why the fuck does everyone say shut up

jack: why not shut down

jack: shut down ... ur mouth. u sack of moldy peaches

maisie: good question... honestly have no idea. why do people say anything though? why do people ... do anything?

[maisiedix]

Text Message ✉️ OPEN

Sasha: I've just seen the unseen able

Sasha: pls bring eyewash to the inn asap

Maisie: oh no... what did you see?

[maisiedix]

tucktbh:

“the countdown to twenty-three has officially begun. soaking in the last few days of being liked, because according to blink-182 i’m doomed for the next year. anybody up for a t-swift karaoke celebration some time before next friday?”

“i don’t know about me -- but i think you’re feeling twenty-two. amazing. but um happy almost birthday? are you throwing a party? cause i think you should. i love birthday parties. mostly birthday cakes but, you know, there’s something about buying other people’s gifts. i love it. i love watching their face when they open it.” 

[maisiedix]

theodoraclay:

adorabowl: can u be MY wine dad ;~)))))))

inamaise: i accept ;))0)) we make a hot wine couple

[maisiedix]

rswtrs:

“you’re speakin’ to me as if i never knew this, but thanks for the reminder?” she responded, a tinge of confusion in her voice. “i wasn’t expectin’ anything from this town, especially a ‘welcome party’, but i appreciate your kind greeting.” when the woman mentioned maggie by name, her posture changed in the slightest; her face seemed more alert. “can i ask you a quick question?” grabbing her purse off the diner table, she pulled out her wallet and flashed a small picture that sat in the wallet of maggie. “is this recent? my parents sent it to me months ago but they didn’t put when it was taken. do you know?”

“good, keep your expectations low. you know,” she said, her voice growing slightly higher in pitch as she grew increasingly more uncomfortable around the girl. “it’s really sad that you have to ask me that.” maisie casually glanced at the photo, biting down on her lip some as she looked away. she sighed deeply, taking out her phone and scrolling through her pictures to find one of maggie. she slid the phone against the table to show the blonde. “that’s like a year old. here. her and kieran coming to the rink. this was a couple weeks ago.” 

[maisiedix]

miicvh:

micah had to keep from flinching when the girl poked him. “uh– yeah, twin. he has a twin, yeah. i think you were yelling at me, i thought declan was around and you were yelling at him. down there?” he raised an eyebrow in confusion. micah looked down. “oh, my feet? i mean, probably the same, not really sure. it’s kinda weird to think about it.” his head shook no, “you aren’t hallucinating. i’m micah not declan.”

maisie laughed even harder, shaking her head slightly. her face scrunching up in amazement. “wow you’re really not declan. i - i wasn’t talking about your feet but it might as well be the same thing. i’m a big fan of your brother. well -- not fan? i’m his friend. sort of. i don’t know if he’d consider me a friend, really, but he’s a friend to me. does -- he knows you exist right? i mean, how cool? i wish i had a twin.” 

[maisiedix]

paterscn:

“thank you so much, i owe you everything. —yeah, i’m solid, truly. i wanted to give him an hour, but i killed my battery trying to call him. figured i’d sit here & hope for the best? the rest is history.” he looks down in an attempt to hide the embarrassment that certainly must be etched across his face by now. while it might not seem too bad, it feels like an all time low. “it’s stupid, but i was really counting on him, y’know?” he says, thinking out loud more than anything, “you’re fine, cats are great. it doesn’t bother me. —only a few blocks and a couple of turns from here. i’ll tell you when.”

“ oh -- no, please don’t worry about it. you don’t owe me anything it’s just a ride, you know? i’m so sorry about that though, really. sometimes family can be, uh, not that great. i have some experience in that arena...” she muttered, glancing over at him with a sad smile. her father, her mother -- they were never there for her at all. so, she understood. at least a bit. “ yeah, like cats? i only have one now. ms. walkers’ cats are basically mine too though. i take care of them so often. oh - okay? i live nearby. well, obviously, everything’s close together around here but... yeah. tell me when. ” 

[maisiedix]

text » maisie

JACKIE: oh my god. i really need to get up-to-date with things. i'm turning into an old cat lady. except with dogs.

JACKIE: YES !! totally !! that would be so much fun, oh my gosh

JACKIE: what kind of person would you want to be?

MAISIE: don't worry i'm not sure most people know about this i just hang around strange crowds.

MAISIE: RIGHT??? we're doing it

MAISIE: somebody really colorful like i want a blue wig and really nice makeup? or go lowkey, black long hair and glasses and just be really serious and ~mysterious~

[maisiedix]

heyyyy i’ll be on tomrororw night <3 sorry for my low activity i have no real excuse other than i’ve been feelin a bit sick but !!! i’m rly gonna try and get some stuff done tomorrorw including letters and stuff ok 

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miicvh:

“So the Starbucks barista messed up my name once and even though I go in there almost every day, I still never corrected her cause I feel bad. Like she is just trying to do her job and has other customers to help, so yeah I keep quiet. But I just ran into her at the grocery store and we had a full conversation like we were best friends, but she still thinks my name is Michael. I didn’t correct her cause I feel like we are in too deep now and if I corrected her then she would feel stupid and I don’t want her to feel stupid.” He paused to take a deep breath since he was rambling pretty fast towards the end. “Anyways, I think I need to legally change my name to Michael. What do you think?”

“ whoa -- whoa,” she said, her eyes wide, finger reaching out to poke the boy in front of her in the face. “ i lost you at ‘barista’. you look exactly like declan. does he have a twin? oh my god -- was it you i yelled at across town the other day? i thought declan was mad at me or something. holy shit. i wonder if everything’s the same down there...” she giggled, raising her eyebrows some, before meeting his eyes again. “please tell me i’m not like hallucinating or something? you’re not dec, right?”