#💌! maisie

[mahs-dumpster]

Lady and The Tramp

a/n: do not let the title fool you this is just angst lmao

tw: oc x canon (Maisie Bows x Fellow Honest), uhhhh idk does ghosting counts as a tw?

words: around 1k

Tagging @4necdote bc I told you I'd post this

It had been another wonderful night, Maisie once again did another performance at a local bar, showcasing her new song, and if the applause was anything to go by, she did a good job, and the song was well received. 

Still, there was something odd. Maisie could hear steps behind her as she kept walking back home, she was getting more and more worried as time went on and as the streets became less crowded. Maybe she should’ve accepted when her manager offered to walk with her… 

She needed to do something before whoever it was got to her.

“Excuse m—”

It was then she turned around and kicked the person without any hesitation, making the body of the man who was following her fall on the ground. 

“Wait…” Maisie stared at his groaning figure struggling to get up, until she recognized the locks of ginger hair, fox ears and tail, and she became even angrier, kicking him again, but this time, right there. 

“I can see you're still as feisty as ever–” Fellow groaned, holding in between his legs, incapable of getting up because of the pain he was feeling. 

“I thought you were a creep, and now, after I looked at you I confirmed that you are, in fact, a creep.” She said, while Fellow simply looked at her displeased — and in pain. Maisie turned around without a care, wanting to end this exchange right then and there, but Fellow forced himself to get up and walk up to her, grabbing her wrist so she’d stay. 

“Listen, I just want to talk, ok?”

“Talk about what? There's nothing to talk about.” Maisie laughed sarcastically, getting closer to the man as she glared daggers at him. “You left me, not only that you disappeared. No note, no warning, no nothing. And as if that wasn't enough, I had to find out you've been getting yourself into that disgusting, shady business—”

“I thought you liked my shady side?”

“That's criminal. I should've filed a report to the police.” Maisie turned around, freeing her wrist from his grasp, wanting to go home. Fellow however, didn't give up, and stood in front of her, preventing her from leaving. “I advise you to get lost before I kick you in the balls again.”

“Please.” Fellow tried one more time, suddenly serious, his playful facade gone. “Listen to me for a minute, just one minute.”

Maisie looked to the side and loudly groaned. She appeared to be thinking for a moment, until she looked at him again, still angry, but trying to calm down. 

“What do you want, Fellow Honest?”

Fellow smiled. “I want another chance.”

Maisie laughed, very loudly in fact, she couldn't believe the audacity he had to come to her after all this time and ask for another chance. What does he think she is? Some lovesick lady just waiting for her prince charming to come back?

“Listen, I'm not a fool, Fellow.” She began, walking closer to the man, her eyebrows furrowed as her anger became harder to contain. “I may be a romantic, yes, I dream of love and family and a knight in shining armor but I am not a fool. I can recognize a scoundrel, and after what you did to me you've made it clear that you're one.” 

Fellow sighed, frowning at the woman. He was doing his best to be sincere, to open his heart to her, and yet…

Maybe if he explained himself?

“I didn't have a choice, Maisie, I had to make money to sur–”

“That's bullcrap and you know it! You and Gidel weren't doing the best but I was always by your side, I was willing to do what it takes to help you, yet you were always too prideful to ask for help!” 

“Prid– you yourself were having trouble with your family, how the heck would you of all people help?” Fellow finally had lost his cool. He was doing his best to stay calm, collected and polite, especially because he knew he screwed things up, he didn't have any right to get angry… but still, she wasn't even listening to him! “Maisie, I love you, but I was desperate. I had to think about what the best course of action was, I needed a well paying job for–”

“Have you considered that maybe I would’ve wanted to struggle with you?” Fellow’s ears twitched at that.

“Maisie. There was nothing you–”

“I just wanted you to be with me.”

It was quiet after that. Fellow was left unable to reply as his eyes widened, and Maisie's eyes began to sting, a tear falling without warning, and she hurriedly went to dry her face. She breathed in and out, then, she continued.

“I could’ve tried job hunting with you, we could’ve looked for opportunities together, I don't know, just– anything, I would’ve done anything if it meant you’d be by my side. I just wanted you.” she cleared her throat and regained her composure, her angry facade coming back. “But I can see you never even thought of that. To be honest, you probably never even loved me.”

“Wh– No, of course I did.” Fellow tried to reach out to her, to touch her in any way, to get her in his arms and comfort her like he did years ago, but this time, Maisie walked out of his reach, holding herself as to try and not fall for his supposed tricks. “Ribbons…”

“It's miss Bows to you, mister Fellow.” the cat beast woman spoke, her eyes cold as she looked at Fellow one last time. “I hope this is the last time we speak. Good night.”

And with that, she was gone, walking back to her house as she tried to contain the tears that kept falling from her eyes. Seeing Fellow again was the last thing she wanted, she thought she’d be angry, enraged at him, but she was mostly just… sad. He never loved her, not the same way she loved him.

After all, he was a tramp. A mere scoundrel, and she’d just been one of his preys.

Fellow loudly sighed and crouched down, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it up. He inhaled and exhaled and looked to the sky, his eyes looking at the stars for guidance. He was a fool, he knew that, who in their right mind would let Maisie slip through their fingers? A beautiful, kind, charming and strong woman, with a captivating voice who managed to make Fellow go crazy just by speaking his name. 

He never deserved her, but this time, it was like it was confirmed. She was a lady, after all, and she deserved a well meaning gentleman. Not a money hungry and selfish fox like him.

It was painfully clear now, that a lady like her would never be with a tramp like him.

•••

[Train station, a while after the events of Playful Land, before Fellow and Maisie met]

"Goodness, I'm beat. Those kids did a number on us, eh, Gidel?" Fellow stretched his arms as he said that, the feeling of the new clothes on his body felt great, it was as if he could finally relax after having to suck up to such an annoying boss. Gidel nodded, his clothes still oversized as ever, but at this point, Fellow was convinced he simply liked the feeling of them. "Now, I wonder where we should go..." He said that mostly to himself, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up, but Gidel seemed to take that as an actual question.

The kid got up from his seat and immediately began searching in Fellow's belongings, in the few bags they were able to bring from Playful Land. Fellow complained at him for looking through his stuff without asking, but once the smaller one showed up what he wanted, the ginger immediately shut up.

"Stop, leave that alone." Fellow said, immediately grabbing the small photo he so adored. "What did you want with that anyway?"

Gidel grabbed the hand he was using to hold the photo, and the cat beastman pointed towards the one in the picture, trying to convey what he wanted through his actions. Fellow stayed a moment in quiet, not because he didn't understand, but rather, because he was unsure.

"You know she doesn't want to see me, not even if I was covered in gold." He stared at the picture, a photo he took of Maisie when they first started dating. Even after they broke up he was unable to get rid of it, holding onto her smile for dear life. "As much as she likes you, I'm pretty sure it's going to be hatred by association because you walk with me, Gidel."

Gidel pleaded, his hands locked together as his eyes were closed. It wasn't just Fellow who missed her, Maisie had become an important figure in Gidel's life, and he hated the idea of not seeing her ever again, but now, they were free, they could see each other, so why not give it a try?

Fellow was quiet for a moment, before he sighed.

"Fine. But don't tell me I didn't warn ya later, you ninny."

[halucynator]

hi hello! if you see this, could you please send me your 13th song from your spotify wrapped for a playlist? thank you <33

to all the people who told me their songs, thank you ily <33

[mareagirls]

hi! if you’re still taking requests could you do a peter or remus one where the reader is shy and someone makes fun of that (like in a super backhanded way) and peter or remus hear and defend her?

when i say this is months overdue, i mean months and months and months :') sorry for not writing it sooner! this is all over the place and i kinda hate it but i rly wanted to try writing remus rip :') i hope it's alright! I'll check for mistakes later <3

“You okay?” Remus nudges your shoulder gently with his own as the two of you make your way up Sirius’s drive.

“Yeah. I’m a little nervous about meeting your friends though.” You give him the truth because you’ve never been much good at lying to Remus, and he's always been far too intuitive for your liking.

The boy pulls you to a stop outside the front door. If you listen closely, you can hear music playing inside. Laughter maybe. 

You gulp, pulling your sweater around you. Remus looks at you patiently. His hair is falling into his eyes, you notice. You fight the urge to brush it up.

“It’s just… I’m not good at talking to new people. What if they think I’m weird? They might not like me.” You’re not fishing for compliments, you never are, doubting yourself is almost like second nature. Remus shakes his head before pressing a firm but gentle kiss to your hairline.

“Sirus and James love you, honey. They don’t mind that you’re timid.” The boy sounds truthful, and honestly you have no reason not to believe him. Remus’s closest friends have been nothing but kind to you since you first met them. 

“And so what if someone doesn’t like you?“ he continues. “That’s their problem. I like you. I think you’re absolutely lovely.” Remus, takes your hands in his and massages tiny circles into your skin. 

You try to internalise his words, do you best to weed out all the anxiety you’re feeling and make space for his comforts instead. 

Still, uncertainty lingers in your chest at the prospect of meeting all of their other friends. Remus must sense it because his hands come up to cup your face gently and you lean into his touch

 “My quiet girl,” Remus murmurs, and there’s so much tenderness in his voice that you think you might die from it. “You’re just a little shy is all. It’s not a flaw.” 

You soften some more at his words and Remus squeezes your hand. “If it gets too much at any point, you just let me know and I’ll make up an excuse to leave.”

“Okay,” you murmur.  “I will.”

But you think to yourself that you won’t be doing anything of the sort. Remus has been talking about this get together that Sirius organised for weeks, and it's been ages since he's seen some of the people invited. The last thing you want to do is take him away from them. 

You walk to the door behind Remus, happy to let his body shield yours as you enter. His hand gives yours two short squeezes. 

I’m with you. It’s unspoken, but it’s there.

James and Lily open the door before Remus can knock. James is grinning from ear to ear, all teeth, a lazy arm slung over his girlfriends shoulder.

“Moony!” He pulls Remus in for a crushing hug. “We thought you’d never show up!”  His attention shifts to you as he peers over Remus’s shoulder. “And you brought Y/N! Even better!”

Remus smiles at his friend and you find yourself smiling too. James’s enthusiasm is infectious.

Lily moves forward to hug you. You've only met her a couple of times, but she's always been sweet and friendly. You hug her back.

"Thank god you're here," she whispers, conspirational. "The boys have been doing my head in."

James gasps, appalled. Lily just smacks his arm.

You're about to reply to her, when, a loud squeal reaches the four of you. 

“Remmy! It’s been ages!” 

You look up to see a girl you don’t know making a beeline towards Remus. When she reaches him, she practically drapes herself over his shoulder. Remus, polite as ever, gives her a short hug before untangling himself and pulling his arm back to his side. 

“Hey Maisy. It’s nice to see you.” He places an easy hand on the small of your back, nudging you forward ever so slightly but still giving you ample time to stop him if you don’t want to go. “This is Y/N. She’s my girl.”

My girl. My girl. My girl. You go warm at the sound of the petname, something giddy and sweet blooming in your chest at the way he’s presented you. You offer Maisy a small wave, feeling braver than usual. “It’s nice to meet you.”

For a split second, Maisy looks as if she’s swallowed something sour as she looks at you, but the expression is gone in an instant and replaced by a sweet smile, doe eyes. You wonder if you’ve imagined it.

“Sure, nice to meet you,” she’s speaking to you, but her attention is trained on Remus. Before you can do or say anything else, Maisy reaches between the two of you once more and grabs hold of Remus again, trying to pull him further into the house.

"C'mon, Remmy. We've got to catch up! I haven't seen you in ages! Dorcas and Marlene will be so happy to see you again!"

Before Remus can ask you if you'd like to come too, you shuffle next to Lily and smile up at him. You don't want to take him away from his friends, and you know that if your expression starts to give away how anxious you feel, Remus will spend the whole night by your side. You don't want his friends to think you're clingy.

"Go, Rem. I'm with Lily."

Lily loops her arm through yours and nods fiercely. "I'll take good care of her."

Remus catches your gaze one more time before Maisy drags him off, a question in his eyes.

Are you sure?

You give him a resolute nod.

"I'll see you in a bit."

Then, he's being whisked away, and Lily is pulling you in the opposite direction towards the kitchen.

-

You find Remus in the living room a while later. The party has died down and by now, it's only James, Lily, Sirius, and Maisy left. Remus is sitting next to Sirius murmuring something quiet to the other boy who laughs out loud. Your heart warms when you realise he's left a space for you on his right hand side.

You sit down, leaning against him ever so slightly - a moth to the loveliest flame of all. Remus turns to face you.

"Hey, sweetheart." His hand comes around your shoulder as he speaks like it's muscle memory. "It's not too loud, is it? I know this lot can be rowdy sometimes."

"No not at all," you reply honestly. "I'm having a really good time. Lily is so so nice."

Remus looks over to where the girl in question seems to be teasing Sirius about something. There's nothing but affection in your boyfriend' gaze as he looks at them.

"She really is."

"Are you having a good time. Rem?"

Remus response is earnest, "I hadn't seen some of these people since we left school. It's been real nice to catch up."

James walks in then, phone in one hand, notepad in the other. “I’m ordering pizza," he declares. "Who wants what?"

He looks at you you first because you're the closest. "Y/N? What do you feel like having?"

You're not prepared for the anxiousness that blooms in your chest at being put on the spot. Beside you, Remus lets his hand brush absentminded patterns on your arm. It's grounding. His tiny way of trying to reassuring you - he knows you struggle sometimes with unexpected choices, especially under pressure. You love him more than ever in that moment.

“Can I- please may I have a moment longer?" You manage, words coming out in a tangle. "If that’s okay. I’m really- I’m sorry I just haven’t decided yet-”

You’re rambling, you realise, but Remus bumps his knee against yours and the world shifts back on its axis again.

“Sure,” James smiles easily. “I can come back to you.”

You breathe in a sigh of relief - centered by by the feeling of Remus’s gentle hand against your skin.

“Everything okay, dove? We can share a pizza if you'd like.” 

He says it quietly whilst Lily and Sirius tell James their orders, but you catch it regardless, shooting him a nerve-wracked smile back. Before you can respond and tell him that you'd like that a lot, another voice grabs your attention.

Opposite you, Maisy has finished telling James what she wants. You think she rolls her eyes when she catches you looking up at her.

You try to give her the benefit of the doubt - she and Remus are friends after all - but when she yawns and loudly proclaims how hungry she is, you can't help but feel like it's aimed at you, or more explicitly, how long you're taking to choose something.

James, bless his heart, waves her off, “I’ll place the order in a second. Y/N, have you decided what you’d like yet?”

“No- I’m sorry-... I don’t mean to hold everyone up- I’m really sorry-” Your palms start getting sweaty with panic as you feel eyes on you. The urge to get yourself out of the situation as soon as possible growing stronger by the second. Remus saves you.

"Y/n and I will share a margherita."

And it’s as easy and simple as that. You don’t envy Remus, but you do sometimes find yourself wishing you could replicate a fraction of the quiet confidence he carries himself with.

James nods and finishes writing it all up. Maisy seizes the moment of quiet.

“Ugh, finally. Remmy, you didn’t say your girlfriend was so quiet.” She smiles at you, but there's not a shred of warmth behind it. “She's like a little mouse.”

Silence. Your heart thunders against your rib cage and you find yourself wishing for the sofa to swallow you up. Out of the corner of your eye you see Lily open her mouth to say something, and even Sirius sits up from his slouch, indignance splayed over his face. Before either of them can step in, your boyfriend speaks. 

“Maisy, stop.” 

Remus’s voice harbours a sharpness that you don’t often hear.

“What?” Maisy looks around, confused. “I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking. She’s not exactly the chattiest. Poor thing can’t hold a conversation to save her life, and we’ve been trying to order pizza for ages now-”

“You’re being rude.”

Your stomach churns at Remus’s appalled tone and you reach out blindly, searching for his hand. Remus takes it, but his eyes don’t move from Maisy who is, for once, speechless.

His tone softens a little when you squeeze his fingers. You’re not good around tension.  

“You’ve barely even spared her a glance since we got here.” 

Maisy looks has the nerve to look indignant as she flattens her skirt out primly. When she realises that no one is going to back her up, she grabs her things and makes her way out in a huff, muttering a quick whatever. Lily glares daggers at the back of her head, but Remus barely pays Maisy any heed, his eyes on you instead. Noticing how tense you've become, Sirius, James, and Lily are kind enough to talk amongst themselves. 

“I’m sorry, dove,” Remus shakes his head. “I thought she might have gotten better after all these years. She shouldn’t have spoken about you like that, you know that right?”

In all truth, you’re not sure how to feel. You're overwhelmed, definitely. Feeling slightly to blame for what's just transpired. It’s nice to be defended, but part of you hates that it had to happen in the first place. You probably would have let Maisy keep walking all over you if Remus hadn’t stepped in. 

“Hey,” he nudges your chin up from where it’s dropped against your chest. “Eyes up here, honey. “

You force yourself to look up and see nothing but patience and concern in his gaze. 

When you press your hands hard against your warming cheeks, his eyes soften even more and he reaches out to clasp your fingers in his. 

“What if she was right, Rem?” you whisper, wide eyes darting to where his friends are still chattering to each other and then back to your boyfriend. “I was holding everyone up.”

Remus is shaking his head before you can apologise again. 

“No, sweetheart. She was out of order. I should have said something sooner. I’m sorry I didn’t. I'm sorry I let her drag me away earlier."

You want to tell him that you don't hold any of it against him. That you wanted him to have fun and see his friends.

Remus doesn't seem to mind at all when you don't. You'll have chance to talk about it more later, when it's just the two of you and you're less overwhelmed.

For now, he simply tucks you under a protective arm. The rest of the night goes on without a hitch.

[skzms]

CASUAL BY CHAPPELL ROAN??? if i may, for the ask game. the writer you are, btw. 😭💗🫠

CLOSED NOW 💌 put a song in my askbox and I'll listen to it and come up with a fic prompt/drabble plot/smutty idea/some kind of brainworm for it!💌 I'm gonna slowly work my way through all the asks I had left for the game, thanks for bearing with me 🙇‍♀️ please don't send any more, now, I will not answer them. thank you!

wahhhhhh confused horny situationship/lovers/confused emotions will ALWAYS give jisung to me ..... I think he has a heart of gold but he's just a little .. challenged on the feelings part. idk why jisung with commitment issues hits different (and I may or may not be biased because of one of my wips..)

just what it says on the tin - slightly toxic jisung, who doesn't want to commit, but he relies on you. keeps coming back to you, for sex, yes, but more and more often when he's not feeling right, or when he's lonely. he keeps dragging you into his life, deeper and deeper, all while insisting it doesn't mean anything, as if you're not reeling with your own feelings, trying to love him without loving him–

and it's not fair, it's SO NOT FAIR and you know you're in love with him and it's the only reason you're letting him get away with it ... even though it's hurting both of you. you always knew it couldn't go on forever so when one day he invites you to his brother's wedding as a plus one, you finally find the courage.

you draw a line that day, finally push him away, and maybe it was a bad day but jisung runs headfirst into self destructive behaviour. he makes out with someone else really publicly and VERY drunkenly, babbling about you, and humiliating you in the process. that's the point you finally have enough. you block him, ask his friends to keep him away from you. sometimes we need to hit rock bottom before we can fix ourselves, and jisung has to learn that the hard way. maybe down the line, there's a chance again, if he finds the courage to reach out...

[deedis]

HI AREEBA 😸💗💗💗💗💗💗

MAISY MAISY MAISY HI MAISY HI MAISWARD how are you :333333 how has your week been shawty WHATVE YOU BEEN UP TO!!!!!!!!

[lonelychicago]

hiii what's your favourite the good witch deluxe song????? I loved most of them: hard to choose for me lmao

ohhh it is so hard to choose!!

i think for me right now i'm obsessed with the song, holy revival and the last one and those have been the ones that got me the most!!

bit guy on a horse, yoko and truth is are so good too and ugh, she's so talented. she literally has all bops, not one single skip.

[chappellrroan]

Yeh waala sunna agar na suna ho

i loved it

[badlandsdeluxeedition]

YOUR THEME IS SOOOOO PRETTY IM OBSESSED

UR SO SO SO KIND ILY!!!

[duncantashi]

15, 27, 75 for the spotify wrapped ask game <3

15. kabira from yeh jawaani hai deewani

27. skinny dipping by sabrina carpenter

75. there it goes by maisie peters

spotify wrapped is HERE! send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist

[locklylemybeloved]

FIGHT IN A PUB ON THE HEATH FIRST KISS FIRST FRIDAY IN JUNE YOU ASKED WHAT I TELL MY FRIENDS SAID ITS A GLOWING REVIEW

BABY NOTHING MUCH HAS CHANGED!!! I GUESS YOUR BUZZCUT IT GREW!!!

but im still the girl with the blush 😳 giving a glowing review 🌟

[mahs-dumpster]

a/n: I don't have a title for this one and for some reason I'm kinda shy about this so. I'll just post this and move on. Yup. Uhh tagging @4necdote bc I mentioned this to her

cw: fellow honest should be a content warning tbh; oc x canon (Maisie x Fellow); possibly ooc because I still haven't read Playful Land

words: around 1k

He couldn't take his eyes off of her, not after hearing her sing so beautifully on that stage. Her voice was high pitched, but it was soft and almost heavenly, it almost never went off tone, whenever a mistake was made she covered up so masterfully and wonderfully that it made it seem like the song was being improved. Every word seemed to captivate the audience — captivate him — and make them hypnotized, in awe of what they were experiencing at the moment.

That's why, to Fellow, he couldn't help but stare at the jazz singer who was currently drinking all the way across from him at that bar. A few minutes ago she looked like an angel, — in a way, she still does — almost ethereal… but now, she seemed human, like she could be reached, and Fellow wanted more than anything to talk to her, to use the charisma he had been building over the years to his advantage, not for a scheme like usual, but to get her attention, to make her beautiful blue eyes look at him. 

He needed to hear that voice directed towards him. 

As Fellow got up, with an idea as to how to approach her in mind, he saw that another man apparently had the same thought as him. He clicked his tongue and sat back down, not wanting to be pushy and try to fight for her attention, not wanting her to have this view of him before he even spoke.

The redhead glanced at them ever so often, curious as to how their interaction was gonna go. He saw as the man’s words seemed to make the cat beastwoman cringe, a wrinkle showing on her delicate features, and a twitch of her fluffy white ears; he tried touching her waist, which caused her to push him away, seemingly making the man angry. It was then that Fellow decided to take action. He walked straight towards the two after asking for another drink, a plan to shoo the man away, but before he could reach closer to them both he heard a loud groan, followed by a sound of satisfaction that came out of the singer’s throat. She had stepped on his foot, irritated with his advances and tired of repeatedly saying ‘no’.

Before Fellow could laugh though, he saw how the guy lifted his hand, his eyes widened in shock and anger as he quickly left the drinks there and ran towards the two, his hand holding the man’s wrist. 

“Now, there. That isn't very gentlemanly, is it?” Fellow said, his joking manner present as ever but his voice was firm. He pushed the guy, standing in front of the smaller woman who watched the situation with curiosity and shock at the audacity of the guy for trying to hit her. “I suggest you better leave. You wouldn't wanna get in trouble here.” 

It was a threat. Fellow’s fangs showed as he pronounced every word, his eyebrows furrowed with irritation. The guy grumbled something he couldn't care less about and walked away, then, Fellow finally sighed and looked behind him, a bit of worry in his eyes. 

“Are you, uh… are you alright, miss?”

“Oh.” The singer came back to reality and slightly bowed, a sweet smile on her lips as she nodded. “Yes, I’m ok. Thank you for helping me out, mister…?”

“Fellow Honest at your services, your ladyship.” He bowed playfully, making the woman giggle. It was music to his ears. “I have been keeping my eye on you ever since I saw your performance a few minutes ago.”

“Ah, I see. And what did you think of it, mister Honest?” 

“I can hardly speak my mind without knowing the name of the lady I talk to, can I?” Fellow said, his hand extended in a silent encouragement for her to introduce herself. The girl took his hand a bit hesitantly, but curious nonetheless.

“Well, alright." She started. "My name is Maisie Bows. Thank you for listening to my singing earlier today.”

“Maisie.” He tried, and realized he loved how the word rolled off his tongue. He hummed as a smile showed up in his face, then he brought her hand to his face, kissing gently the back of her hand. “A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” Maisie let out a laugh, a more genuine one, and he noticed her cheeks getting red. She seemed to be delighted with their interactions, not being able to contain the smile on her face even after she stopped laughing.

“My, aren't you quite the charmer, mister Honest.” The woman joked, and Fellow couldn't help but chuckle, his hand never leaving hers. “Now, your opinion on my performance…?”

“It was one of the best I’ve ever heard.” She lifted an eyebrow as if she didn't believe him. “I promise, or my name isn't Fellow Honest.”

“I guess with a name like that you really can't lie.” Maisie sat down again on one of the benches at the bar, retrieving her hand from his grasp, and Fellow immediately missed her touch. “So. You came here just to play hero and compliment my singing?”

“Actually, I was coming here to offer you a drink.” He confessed, walking towards where he left said drinks, offering one to the woman sitting in front or him. “That is, if you would let me.” Maisie stayed quiet for a moment, as if thinking it over.

“I… don't really accept drinks nor food from strangers.” Is what she said, but he could see there was more in her eyes, a certain yearning he couldn't quite comprehend. He’d be a fool to simply give up when he saw that.

Fellow left the two drinks at the bar and called the bartender, looking at Maisie once they came closer. “If not, then let me pay you one. Your choice.” Maisie smiled and leaned against the bar, looking over at the options of drinks and pointing to one specifically. Fellow immediately ordered it and started drinking the one he already had in hands, not before curiosity struck him. “May I be so bold and ask for a dance as well, miss Bows?” 

Maisie turned to Fellow, she tried to contain a laugh but failed, she bit her nails as she pondered over his question, then she looked at him.

“We’ll see how this conversation goes.”

“Fair enough.”

•••

Maisie stirred in bed, the sound of her alarm clock bothering her sensitive hearing. As she turned it off, she sat up on her bed, a hand on her face as she remembered her dream, or better yet, her memory.

Her hands went to her phone, quickly opening the gallery and finding the small folder of photos she was not able to delete. A finger went over a picture of her and Fellow on a date, her wearing his stupidly big jacked as his arm was around her shoulders.

Maisie's eyes stung.

"Liar."

[halucynator]

i need more mutuals!! interact if you like gracie abrams/taylor swift/maisie peters/sabrina carpenter/conan gray/olivia rodrigo/phoebe bridgers/lucy dacus/julien baker/alix page or lana del rey

[landoslvr]

finally someone else who lives for maisie peters !!!!!! i’m tired of her being so underrated

I think we just became best friends 🫶🏼

I feel like you can definitely appreciate this, but yesterday my tgw vinyl got delivered and it has a signed card by maisie 🥹 what even!!

she is the best, soooo underrated

[maxlarens]

bought ur tiny mclaren sticker 🤭

🤭🤭🤭🤭 slay!! mines coming in the mail 😇😇

for everybody’s reference here’s my redbubble

[deedis]

Hi areeba

WHAT THE HALE...... ITS SO CRAZY THAT YOU SEND ME THIS BECAUSE YOU WERE WITEWY ON MY MIND THE SECOND I GOT THE NOTIF... I WAS ANSWERING THAT ASK FROM A BIT AGO WE'RE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH!!!!!!! HIIIII MAISY :33333 HOW WAS YOUR DAY!!!! your WEEK EVEN!!!

[lonelychicago]

I never really listened to Maisie Peters. What songs should I start with ?

i'm gonna list my favorite songs with my favorite lyrics here bc !!!!!!

history of man: "women's hearts are lethal weapons, did you hold mine and feel threatened?" AND "he stole her youth and promised heaven, the men start wars yet Troy hates Helen." AND AND "I stay up, you're sleeping like a lamb. I beg you and you don't understand. I hold on, I try to hold your hand. I save you a seat and then you say you wanna stand." JUST !!!! THESE LYRICS, LORD.

wendy: "you're calling like the future, then you're closed up like a fist." "and you're pretty like a girl, til you're vicious like a man." (literally, who writes that. i'm unwell.) "what about my wings, what about wendy." WHAT ABOUT HER WINGS, HUH

okay this was a bad idea bc i love all her lyrics so so so much. so just, also listen to these pls

the band and i

john hughes movie

coming of age

two weeks ago

the party

the list

funeral

helicopter

therapy

run

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