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favorite fics of 2020 :: forever hold your peace // @cheesewithchips​

“It’s only a matter of time before I end up doing something fucked and you end up throwing me away,” My candid nature is the only thing that would allow me to say these things. That and the weed still in my system, it was giving me confidence that I very well shouldn’t have had. “I’m no good for you. If tonight doesn’t prove it then I don’t know what does.”

Harry pressed his lips into a tight line, eyes meeting mine. “Do you really think that?”

“If I didn’t I wouldn’t have said it,” I confessed before going onto another whisper-toned admittance. “I’m also kind of high, so yeah. I’m saying things that maybe I shouldn’t. I should shut up now, really I should.”

“You shouldn’t think like that,” Harry clearly didn’t care whether I was high or not, more focused on what I’d said beforehand. “I have no intention on throwing you away, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“You say that now, but I always do something that ends up fucking things. I wonder what it’ll be with you,” I pulled away from his gaze, turning to look at his stainless steel refrigerator. Anything could have been better than the look that Harry was giving me currently. “I am.. a certified fuck up. Ask anyone.”

“Hey,” Harry reached up so he could tuck my hair behind my ear. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this from you, confident as you are. You’re hardly a fuck up. You’re actually one of the most put together people that I’ve ever met.”

“That’s what you think,” I pointed a finger into his chest multiple times until I let my hand fall back into my lap, playing with one of the rings on my thumb. “I’m not as great as I seem, Harry.”

ho ho ho, and a bottle of rum: a forever hold your peace christmas drabble

long time, huh? i know i suck in every way possible but i thought i’d grant a little christmas miracle with a christmas drabble that i started a very long time ago. after a little tweaking i was finally able to make it work and am ready to share it with you all now! so without further ado, here is a little 5k+ non-canon christmas drabble full of santa, booze, and the lovely fhyp gang. hope you all missed them as much as i have, and happy holidays!

Christmastime was meant to be the most wonderful time of the year – there were only hundreds of songs written in its honor. This was when happiness was meant to linger in the air along with that hint of holiday magic that couldn’t bring anyone down. Birdy Thomas liked to believe that she could feel that magic of the holidays whenever December finally rolled around, when she finally got to see the people she loved at their most festive. But despite the joy and jubilance of Christmas, there was nothing that could have gotten the scowl off her face at that very moment. Why was it there one might have asked? None other than the holly, jolly Santa Claus himself.

(Well, the one at the Westfield Shopping Centre anyway.)