#maisie peters and bitter

[foreverfearlessred]

Last year, I had to focus on survival

My ex was a bitter man, middle child

Oh dear, oh wow, now I'm in my holy revival

[anadrenalineslut]

im in a bar in brussels i miss you it is stupid its raining bloody murder i have considered murder cause i am a young creative and you're a boy who hurt me but then id be in prison not in a bar in brussels missing you like a mother i had my ducks in order you said you liked me cause i had my shit together now my shits not together you didnt want a real girl pinocchio you liar why arent they ever honest for heaven's sake dont kiss a boy who grew up pretty they dont know what they want until they have it now your apartment is a lion's den inside this city you said you're in love arent you embarrassed shut the door and pout on your easy way out for heaven's sake you're not a monster you're just sort of shitty i guess ill just move on again a classic i guess you think we're still friends boys always think that i guess I'm just a bit bitter about it sorry if it's pathetic i have to milk the heartbreak little studio rodent fuck you monday to friday you were the first i trusted since i didnt trust anybody you know the story that one was twice as gory and i should have known but i didn't once shy twice bitten next time i see him i might just hit him

[thissmycomingofage]

Also btw Bit Bitter is the perfect hidden track : quick, funny, stream of consciousness like, literally full of bitterness. No one does it like her

[lunar-years]

They were flaying maisie ALIVE in the comments for the Holy Revival snippet on tik tok but girl knew what was in the water with this one and she didn’t falter!!! Maisie babe I never doubted u

[lanne13]

I changed his name in my phone to Andrew

[bybyefromurgirlodam]

“and that's when I knew You'd leave me dead if it'd set you apart And I'm like, “Oh, goddamn, not another rockstar””

Maisie Peters | not another rockstar

[lochsides]

Still a good witch with her tea, still bitter, still won’t play the black keys

The Good Witch — Maisie Peters

[killingsboys]

Favorite Albums: The Good Witch Maisie Peters • 2023

Still me here, do you think I forgot about you? Still upset but now I'm twenty-two Let's call this the calm before the storm comes rushin' through And it's Armageddon Still Decoy, still a good witch with her tea Still bitter, still don't play the black keys Still wants to politely and properly warn you This is Armageddon...

[luv4healy]

i meant "don't go," it came out as "goodbye!"

• WORD COUNT: 1,453

• no warnings! just slight angst & romantic tension

• ily maisie peters! based on her song yoko !!!

• posted originally on ao3

Throughout the years, I had grown tired of being twenty-something, lost in my drink at the local bar just steps away from my apartment complex. I continued to show up, though. The bartender knew my name and my seat at the counter felt particularly homey. They replayed the same songs and I sat through them all, watching the neon lights flicker while a group of girls mainlined vodka sodas and sang ‘Jealous Guy’ by John Lennon. 

I remembered being here with Matty, too. I remembered his curls under the colors and the bottle of alcohol in his hand. I remembered his guitar string-scarred hands laced through my dainty ones, his thumb pad massaging my knuckles as I sipped something strong. Now, I covered my ears and groaned to myself. I closed my eyes briefly, the aroma of my fourth martini backslapping me as I leaned over the glass. There was nothing here for me anymore. The songs, the people, the sounds of other couples all around us: it had changed so quickly, and I was unsure how or why. 

When I said “Don’t go,” he heard “goodbye.” 

I wrote in my journals and cursed at my reflection, but not once did I tell him how I felt. 

It was far too late, now. He had left the following week for a lengthy tour, I remembered Adam texting me just in case. I was left here with a bitter taste in my mouth, the urge to chase after him stronger than the drinks in my system. I slowly stepped down and out of my seat, tucking a tip under my glass and waving goodbye. I listened to the laughter fade out as I paused on the sidewalk. The door shut behind me and I gripped my jacket as the wind blew terribly. My apartment complex loomed in the distance, taunting me as I stood alone for the first time in a long time. 

I thought about Matty on the walk back. I thought about him as I climbed into the elevator and made drunken small talk with an older man, exiting onto my floor and giving him a sad smile as the doors closed. My thoughts paused for a wink as I unlocked my door but continued again as I entered my apartment, the curtains drawn tightly and my living room dim. 

I was drenched in darkness until I flickered on a lamp next to my couch, watching as the cozy, beige shade coated the walls. Leaving my shoes next to the coffee table, I pulled my legs under my weight and curled up in one of my lounge chairs, my phone sitting face-up. 

I watched the screen with determined, glossy eyes. It hadn’t lit up in a while. I texted a few friends earlier, but even they grew tired of my ramblings. I was left observing, my hand tucked under my chin as my elbow dug into my leg. I soughed and eventually drifted off, creating happier, false scenarios in my head.

It was already late when I returned from the bar, about midnight. The sky was velvety, a blue-black with specks of bright white. 

I was startled awake by a heavy knock at my apartment door. 

I jumped, my arm collapsing underneath the weight of my head. I stretched out my legs and ran my hands over my face. I was exhausted, drunk, and craving my bed. 

I couldn’t see a face through the peephole, only noticing a darkened figure. I yawned to myself softly, placing my hand against the doorknob and twisting it weakly. My hands were clammy from my light sleep, only becoming clammier when I realized who stood on the other side of the door.

“Were you sleeping?” He asked, noticing the bags under my eyes and the lines along my face.

Matty stood in the hallway of my apartment floor, watching me from a distance. 

I glared at him, blinking to disperse the brightness from outside. Ultimately, my lips parted and I formed a few words in response. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Adam, partly,” he responded without waiting. “I don’t have long.”

“Adam,” I cursed under my breath. 

I thought back to our text conversations before he and the rest of the band left, wondering what worried him to the point he sent Matty as collateral. I shook my head, looking at Matty in his slouched, inattentive state. 

Influenced by my drowsiness, I wavered him inside, shutting the door hastily behind him. 

He found a place to sit rather quickly, refusing to waste time. I lingered by my door for a moment too long, resting my head against the wood as I meddled with the lock. “Aren’t you touring?”

Matty agreed. “Show’s started up, yeah. Not far from here, though, which is why I came.”

“Of course,” I scoffed and backed away from my door, turning on the balls of my feet. 

“What?” Matty’s voice was more monotone, almost a whisper as I walked around and sat next to him on the couch. 

He crossed his legs and pressed himself into the leather cushion, examining me as his lips parted. “I thought you’d want this. To see me.”

“No,” I lied. 

Well, it wasn’t really a lie. 

I didn’t know what I wanted, now that he was here sitting next to me in my apartment.

My mouth was dry. I tucked a few strands of hair behind my ears. “I didn’t want you to leave in the first place. You went on tour all enraged and are just now stopping by, how is that fair?”

“You wanted me gone,” Matty reiterated, turning his head to face me.

I shook my head. “Why are you saying that? I wanted us to work this out, you assumed something else entirely because I gave you an ultimatum.”

Matty’s eyes closed as he listened to me speak, his hand resting against his kneecap and his head thrown back. He sighed deeply.  “There can’t be ultimatums here. Not now, not in our case.”

I had spent the last few weeks since our argument wishing he’d turn around and come back to me, but now that he was here, I felt angry. I felt resentful that he didn’t hold hope for us. I was also thrown off by his impromptu visit, wondering why he didn’t call me first. 

Of course, my anger was self-inflicted, too. It was partly my fault he had left, after all. 

“So what can there be, then?” I adjusted next to him. “What am I supposed to do, pray that you change in a day? People don’t work that way, Matty. The universe doesn’t work that way.”

He sighed again.

He didn’t say much after that.

I found myself sitting in silence, too. I eventually stood up from my seat, wandering over to my kitchen and stumbling over my feet as I opened the fridge. I was drunk from the alcohol I consumed earlier, thinking back to the bar and my lonely demeanor. 

“Water?” I asked from across the room, looking at Matty.

He nodded. 

I nodded, too. 

I grabbed two bottles and stepped back into the living room, handing him one as I sat back down next to him. He held the water in his hand and I sat mine against the coffee table. He took small sips, swallowing hard as I gently pulled my knees to my chest, resting my head against his shoulder.

“I hope your tour goes well,” I eventually muttered.

He thinly smiled. “It will, it usually does.”

“Maybe I’ll attend one of the shows,” my eyes closed as I spoke.

He looked down at me, relaxing next to me and creeping an arm around my torso. My hand found his, holding onto it with some hope I had left over. 

“I wouldn’t oppose it if you did,” he replied.

The two of us sat there for what felt like hours. He flickered off the lamp on his side of my couch and embraced me, massaging my knuckles with his thumb pad. 

When the sun finally rose, the softest of light peaked through the sides of my curtains. Our eyes remained closed, our bodies next to each other so peacefully. 

I counted his breaths and watched his chest rise and fall. 

He would leave again soon, and I’d be here alone afterward. I chose not to think about that, though. I pushed all the negative thoughts towards the back of my mind, basking in the light aroma of his cologne.

He misunderstood my ultimatum as me wanting him gone. 

I didn’t want it at all. 

He misunderstood me, too. 

I guess that’s being twenty-something, loving, and arguing with the same open heart.

[sweaterregrets]

Well I might be bitter and twisted and broken and petty and lying

/im trying (not friends)- maisie peters)/

[anadrenalineslut]

wake up think about bit bitter by maisie peters go about your day thinking about bit bitter by maisie peters go to sleep dreaming about bit bitter by maisie peters rinse repeat

[realrichinmyhead]

﹡ ' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 ' 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐.

( ૮₍´˶• . •🎀₎ა ) : ────────── dialogues taken from the extra songs in maisie peter's album , ‘ the good witch ( deluxe ) ’ . dialogues range from happy , sad , angry and more . edit and change as you deem necessary . please like and / or reblog if using and consider following !

❛ but i'll believe in you, still your number one fan. ❜

❛ so i've been tryin' peace and love and telling the truth. ❜

❛ good luck, god speed. ❜

❛ you have a phone, you should've called. ❜

❛ you knew i was scared when you were driving too fast. ❜

❛ i gave you the answer, it was in all the songs. did you even listen to the playlist? ❜

❛ my thing is i'm still obsessed with the idea of this one thing—with all the ways that's it wasn't but it might've been. ❜

❛ but by new years' i'll be a very different person. ❜

❛ but i'll always see great heights in you. ❜

❛ you misunderstood a lot of things. but, yeah, i guess me too. ❜

❛ i'm older now but i still don't really know things. ❜

❛ you should've put me above those people you didn't even know. ❜

❛ my ex was a bitter man, middle child. ❜

❛ i thought that we were forever and ever, i guess i was wrong. ❜

❛ can you just please listen? ❜

❛ time to grow up, you were the one and now you're not. ❜

❛ man, you know, yoko never broke up that band. ❜

❛ i wrote you all these fucking songs, and you broke up with me. ❜

❛ last year, i had to focus on survival. ❜

❛ you'll be lonely in your fifties. ❜

❛ i gave you the option and you chose wrong. ❜

❛ after the crowd's gone, i'll be the last one. ❜

❛ thought you knew how i felt, now i doubt it. ❜

❛ and say you're pretty sure that blonde wants you so bad. ❜

❛ i guess i'm disappointed that you didn't "merry christmas" your way back into my life. ❜

❛ you said fine, when you should've said, "or we could try?" ❜

❛ who took all of my trust then abused it? ❜

❛ cute, your car is sports, like, is that fast? ❜

❛ but i got drunk, told everyone that i broke up with you. ❜

❛ took a big leap, now you're bleedin' with a broke nose and a dumb smile. ❜

❛ you were an asshole, face it. ❜

❛ it's just the way you're talking, it's just your head. ❜

❛ should've been honest, should've told the truth. ❜

❛ i think you want to start a war, i've got bigger battles. ❜

❛ i'm joan of arc and you're just a guy on a horse. ❜

❛ i see it like i always knew it. ❜

❛ so you've really only got like a five day gap before i definitely can't tolerate your bullshit anymore. ❜

❛ i meant don't go, it came out as goodbye. ❜

❛ did someone drop you as a kid or is that coke? ❜

❛ i have two friends, i listen to them like the bible. ❜

❛ sometimes you can't be the hero and tell the truth. ❜

❛ time will heal, but i'll always be a little bit broke. ❜

❛ no getting attached to men you can't have. ❜

❛ i hear you talking over me, like, is that smart? ❜

❛ you weren't love but i think i confused it. ❜

❛ it's a shame i told my journal and my mirror, but i never told you. ❜

❛ and you misunderstood me leaving as something i wanted. i didn't want it at all. ❜

❛ hey baby, he's just something you'd regret. he's not a savior or the best you'll ever get. ❜

[magicaplin]

@maisiepetersnetwork april event: unreleased songs (bit bitter)

@lgbtqcreators creator challenge: typography

Maisie Peters - The Good Witch (Deluxe) lyrics

[elisysd]

There it goes - Maisie Peters

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

Sunflowers in the kitchen, a heartbreak in remission The univers is shifting and it's all for me

Lyanna was only half-surprised to learn from her lawyer that James had dropped the charges, so it was with a lighter heart that she returned to Monaco a few days later with a huge suitcase, which Joris did not fail to point out to her when he picked her up at the airport.

“What did you put in that suitcase to make it weigh so much?” the young man groaned as he lifted the suitcase into the trunk of the car.

“The essentials” she replied as a matter of fact.

“Yeah? Well you and me don’t have the same definition of what essential means.”

“So.. how is Charles?”

“Didn’t you have him on the phone?”

She gestured that she didn't as they got into the car and Joris started the engine.

“Wait, aren’t you supposed to be that kind of couple who is glued to the other and can’t stand to be away from one another for more than five minutes.”

“That’s Charles, not me. But I was busy and he needed to rest. I think it did some good for us to be away from each other.”

“He's insufferable. Pretty much an ass with everyone. He doesn’t want any help from anyone. He says that he doesn’t want to be a burden. His mother is starting to go crazy. I’m avoiding his flat as much as I can since he is always in a bad mood. But the good thing is that he can stand on his own. He apparently looks like a toddler walking for the first time so his mom has to watch him carefully, but there is progress.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how much should I expect him to be a pain in the ass with me?”

“Twelve. He is kind of mean with everyone so brace yourself.”

And indeed, Lyanna had not expected to receive such a poor welcome when she entered the flat. Pascale looked exhausted and Lyanna heard the sigh of relief she breathed as she opened the front door. She had only been away for three days, but it felt like much longer. The curtains were drawn, leaving only a trickle of light filtering through and plunging the flat into an eerie darkness. And it was the middle of the afternoon.

“He's decided to play bear since you left. He doesn't want to see anyone, he hardly leaves his room except when he has to go to hospital to check that his recovery is going well, which thank God it is, the doctors are optimistic that he'll be back on his feet in a few weeks and able to practise again.” Explained Pascale when Lyanna asked her to update her quickly on Charles’ state.

“Is he in his room?”

“Piano room actually. He tries to play but you can guess that with one hand it’s not ideal. Which makes him in an even worst mood.”

“I'll take it from here, Pascale, so you can go home. Thank you for everything.”

“Thank you. I love my son but I need to get away from him.”

As Pascale was leaving, Lyanna heard music coming from Charles's piano. She had the impression that he was pounding the keys rather than playing softly, which worried her. He was really in a bad mood. She knocked on the door but got no answer. She persisted and a muffled but angry voice came from the other side of the door.

“I said I wanted to be alone.”

“Even if you know that I’m here?”

There was no sound from the other side of the door. Lyanna waited a few moments and the door opened. When she pushed it open fully, Charles was sitting at the piano again, his back to her.

“Hey, baby. How are you feeling?” she asked unsure of what to do or say.

He seemed distant, in a way that put her off her feet. He sighed as he got up and sat down on the recliner, swallowing a painkiller as he went.

“I should be the one asking you that.” He replied with a bitter tone.

“Well, I’m not the one who was involved in a car crash a few days ago.”

“Don’t you have something to say to me?”

She sat down opposite him. Charles looked at her with a hardness in his eyes that she did not know. At least it was a look that had never been directed at her before.

“I missed you. It was three busy days but everything has been sorted and I’m all yours.”

“Did James was the reason you were busy?”

She looked at him, wide-eyed. She had planned to talk to him about it, of course. Especially now that everything was settled. She was at peace with herself and could present the situation with the certainty that no nasty surprises were in store for them. Part of her was even looking forward to telling him how she'd cornered James and she hoped Charles would be proud of her. Not that she was looking for his approval.

“Yeah. I’m aware. I found pictures online of you in that restaurant with him grabbing you and you looking afraid. Do you know how helpless I felt and how stupid it made me feel that I was not aware that my girlfriend, the woman I love, the one I shared my deepest fears with, the one with who I want to build something on the long term, decided to lie to me about her business trip.”

“Charles…” she started.

“Don’t. How could you still not trust me? After everything we went through. After everything that we are still going through? Why do you still choose to shut me out?”

“I didn’t want you to worry or to be mad. I was about to tell you everything once I got back.”

“But I don’t want that, Lyanna for fuck’s sake! I want to be the first one you come to when you have a problem, especially if it involved James. Should I remember you what happened the last time you faced him. How scared and broken you looked in my arms?”

“Charles if you could just calm down…”

“Don’t ask me to calm down! I thought we were there for each other in the bad times and in the good but in the span of seventy-two hours I learned that I mentally exhausted you at the hospital to the point that you had to cry in my mother arms. And yes, before you said anything, I heard the conversation. I was a shitty boyfriend and I would have liked for you to come to me to tell me that I was an asshole to you instead of keeping everything bottled up inside you and ended up breaking down. Because of me. It broke my heart, Lyanna. It broke me to know that I broke you. And then, when I was just thinking that you were on business meeting in London, I see your name trending alongside James’ and the first thing I see when I clicked on the link is you getting assaulted. And being completely unaware that you even planned to meet him or why you would even. So no. Don’t ask me to calm down.”

They were both on the verge of tears. Tears of guilt for Lyanna and tears of frustration for Charles.

“He wanted to sue me for defamation after the interview.” She confessed.

“This thing is getting better and better. Do you hide other things or are we good?”

Without a word, she took out her phone and quickly searched for the recording of her conversation with James before handing the device to Charles, who pressed play. As the recording progressed, she could see Charles' eyes darken. She avoided looking at him again, preferring to stare conspicuously at the floor. When the recording finally ended, she dared to look up at Charles, who had his head in his hands. With fearful steps she approached him. Charles felt her close to him and shifted in the armchair so that she could have room to sit.

“I’m going to kill him. I swear, Lyanna, I’m going to kill him.”

“No you don’t. Because this recording is already in the hands of the journalist who interviewed me, as well as in the hands of my lawyer. I trust them and I know they are going to use it wisely. I obviously cut the part where I said that I recorded the conversation. It’s going to leak in the press the same way he leaked the pictures of me. And I hope that now, he will leave me alone.”

“You should not have gone alone.”

“I don’t regret it. I finally have some closure. All those years wondering what I had done wrong to deserve that just to learn that at the end, it was pure jealousy… It was painful to hear that he never loved me. But, you know…all those times when I believed that the only example I had of what love should be was him. I know now that it was not love and it never had been. It’s you, who showed me and keeps showing me what love really is and how it supposed to make me feel. And I’m grateful for that.”

“I told you that before and I’ll keep telling you until you believe it, but you deserve every bit of love that you receive Lyanna. Not only from me. Do you know how much my mom loves you. And it was not off to a good start. But you convinced her and now she can’t stop praising you. It’s cute. Joris thinks you are amazing and funny. Arthur already sees you as his sister-in-law. Pierre thinks you deserve better than me. And the list could go on and on. You are loved Lya.”

“I want to give you a hug but I don’t want to hurt you.”

Charles smiled weakly before taking her hand and kissed her palm.

“I’m still mad at you. But I care more about you being okay than you being with him. And I’m proud of how you handled the situation. I’m proud of you. Even if I would have liked to take part in your scheme.”

“I would have loved for you to be there too but you can’t fight my battles for me. There are some things that I have to do on my own. Now that it is out of the way, tell me about you. What did the doctor say?”

“He is happy with my progress. Still a long way to go but I’m getting there. He thinks in about three weeks I should be able to exercise with Andrea. I will have to take it slow.”

“Yep, and I’ll make sure of that.”

Lyanna straightened up and stretched as Charles did the same. He winced in pain as he touched his ribs, which made Lyanna worried.

“I’m not made of paper, Lya. I’m fine. Don’t worry. Are you up for delivery? I wanted a McDonald so bad. It’s been a while and since I don’t have a diet to follow anymore…” he attempted to wink at her but failed miserably eliciting a little laugh from the actress.

“With a movie?”

“Only if I can choose. You owe me at least that.”

Comfortably settled in Charles's bed, the delivery bag at the foot of the bed and the cardboard boxes emptied everywhere, Lyanna had found a comfortable position in Charles's arms.  Snuggled up against him, her head in the crook of his neck, she felt good. Where she belonged. Charles's hand traced little circles down her back as he watched intensely the latest Fast & Furious. The franchise didn't interest her that much. She didn't really understand the hype around the films, but she didn't care about the movie as long as she was there with him.

“I miss racing.” He confessed to her between two action packed scenes.

Lyanna traced Charles' jaw line with her fingertips, forcing him to look at her.

“You are going to go back up there. And you are going to win. I can promise you that.”

“Don’t make empty promises, Lya. Whether I win or I lose, it’s not up to you.”

“It’s not an empty promise. I believe in you. If there is one person that can come back stronger than ever after a crash like that, it’s you. You are my champ and you will always be.”

He planted a kiss on her forehead.

“I’m lucky to have you. Tell me, how long are you going to stay in Monaco? Do you plans to go back to London at some point?”

“I’m not planning of leaving you. I’ll be here as long as you need me.”

“Be careful with your words. I'd be tempted to keep you here, in this flat, forever.”

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[royal-confessions]

“I was listening to "Holy Revival" by Maisie Peters while looking at royal blogs, and when she sang the line "and especially no you, Andrew" I laughed so hard. When she described him as "a bitter man middle child" I literally cackled.” - Submitted by Anonymous