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[phanfictioncatalogue]

MakeUp After A Fight (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

all that's left is a band of gold (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: They've fought before, but it's never ended with one of them in a hotel room.

Back to December (ao3) - trancelover99

Summary: Dan and Phil previously had a fight that resulted in a breakup, but after not seeing each other for a year, Phil agrees to meet with him in a coffee shop to talk things over. Will the two finally make up, or is their relationship done for good?

Bad Editing Tips (ao3) - dip_the_pip

Summary: Making up after a fight.

barefoot over broken bottles (ao3) - happy_hufflepuffle

Summary: It's Christmas and the discussion of where they're spending it is inevitable.

Or, Dan and Phil have an argument.

Everything is Different With You (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: He wasn’t sure who started it first, or when it happened. One day he’d woken up and realized they were partners. That was that.

Dan's tendency to toss papers when he cleans leads to an argument about more than just who does the taxes. And makeup sex. Of course.

False God (ao3) - ForeverJustAnEmoKidAtHeart

Summary: After a stupid fight, Dan has been in the office editing the Easter Baking video for the entire afternoon. He specifically told Phil not to disturb him but was amazed (and worried) that Phil didn't.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean it (ao3) - Lizzyboo

Summary: He feels it when Dan’s thumb is wiggling out of his grasp, rubbing the pink skin under his eye relentlessly, making Phil squint.

“Stop that,” Dan says. His voice is commanding but also soft and it only makes Phil cry harder.

or: the aftermath of a fight

In his arms (ao3) - philsbignaturals

Summary: In which Dan's self-loathing gets too much to manage, so Phil starts fucking someone else. Dan overhears them and decides to join in.

"Look at your blue eyes" (ao3) - thesassykels66

Summary: Dan and Phil have a bit of an argument before meeting baby Pearl

Not Just A Cup. (ao3) - dip_and_pip_trash

Summary: Dan and Phil hit a hard point in their relationship but it takes the littlest thing to change all that.

On The Balcony (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: Whoever said moving to a forever home would be easy was lying.

Rain (ao3) - phanburnhamizzard

Summary: It's a cold day with ominous purple clouds in the sky when Daniel Howell bolts out of his apartment and heads downtown. Phil Lester is left in their apartment alone, stunned, in the aftermath of their argument.

Separated from one another, they think back on their relationship, Dan's depression, and what their friendship really means to them.

Then, it starts to rain...

shadows / nocturne / parting clouds (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Phil wakes up with a migraine, causing him to snap at Dan. Throughout the day, while visiting a city for the ii tour, Cornelia observes the tension, and eventually, the two of them console.

So Long, London (ao3) - solarpower21

Summary: This can’t be Phil’s life right now. He can’t be having a panic attack in the bathroom of an airport café after randomly bumping into his ex and being told his flight home has been cancelled.

or: Dan and Phil did the unthinkable and broke up in 2020. They meet again, four years later on Christmas Eve.

wikihow to stop a divorce (ao3) - ivorycastle

Summary: but then suddenly one day you make a life change, and the flames feel no different

[reallove-truelove]

[silusvesuius]

Accidentally took a picture of Maven and Elenwen looking like the picture of the man checking out another woman whilst walking with his girlfriend

my beuatiful stanced up Queen party-goer nobody likes and keeps insulting......... i hate her hips LMFAOAO luv the kitty in the back

[superchat]

i saw the same person that i think waved at me months ago bwt i was too slow to react cuz why would anyone wave at me and toethis day idk if they waved and i ignored them or what

[girlinthecave]

good times I adore

Making up its the greatest

Sorry babe

Didn’t realize we were that much out of tune

But we are back

Not your fault, not mine.

Just a bad timming thing

Did I say I m sorry?

I am

And thank you

Talking to you , opening up like that…it’s a bless

We can still talk

No matter the outcome, we have to be able to talk

Love that

Got to love the feeling of lightness

I feel so much better

Cant wait to kiss you again

This is for the better , I know

[reallapiscake12]

Zacharie lore momento

i love making up lore for characters who dont have any and makingup characetrs for that lore hehehe

This guy is named Phos, an old doctor who served as Zacharie's mentor before he went on to kill the Toad King. I really wanted to explore some possible backstory for Zacharie and the world before the events of the game. i'll definitely delve deeper into these ideas in other posts but for now have silly grumpy medic

[gaeilmeta]

Fallout

The police considered my car and motorcycle forensic artifacts. They were off-limits. When they allowed me to leave after that first interrogation, I found myself alone on the sidewalk trying to integrate the everyday hustle indifferently buzzing around me. What to do and where to go of secondary consequence since I had limited means to get there.

Luckily, I did have one good friend to rely on, a man who shaped metal into meaning from his home-based studio. I knew I could call him there. We had shared meals with his wife, partied together and as a foursome attended shows and events. The news of her murder sat him down speechless. I thought we had been disconnected, he paused that long before finally saying, “Where are you?” Though I was a little over an hour away, he dropped everything and showed up within forty-five minutes. Without hesitation, he drove me to the office of an attorney I had picked out of the telephone directory.

Then tossing in the roaring white waters of grief, fear, guilt and the encroaching sorrow that would soon take up residence, I was alternating between ramblings and intervals of head-in-hand trance. My pal handled the situation expertly though. He listened when I gibbered and stayed quietly close when I shut down. I spent many of the dark hours with him and his wife over the next several weeks.

With the passing of a few months and my ordeal subsiding, a shadow oddly began to creep over my relationship with the guy who had been my true friend in need, a savior in a way. At first, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, only the sense of some subliminal metastatic blight. Instead of his steadfast companionship drawing us closer, I found myself confoundingly recoiling. Despite my better sentiments and tremendous sense of gratitude, a distancing drift was taking hold. It began with not returning a phone call here or there or inexplicably makingup lame excuses to avoid visiting. Like an airplane clearing storm clouds, it finally came to me that I was undeniably developing a measure of dread just thinking about the guy, who, for Christ’s sake, had done me a solid for the ages. Without a doubt, I owed it to the both of us to come to terms with my budding phobia.

Not a whole lot of cerebration was required once I delved into an examination of my behavior. My hero, similar to the selflessness of those who risked entering Chernobyl and Fukushima, had exposed himself to the massive radioactivity of the murder. He had bathed in the blast and been terminally irradiated with all of its toxic memories. He had become a panorama of the wretched visions I desperately wanted to dispel. The guilt and shame of my failing were devastating, yet psychologically easier to deal with than the vague spectacles that persistently hovered over his shoulder. He noticed of course. How could he not. He was too perceptive, too attuned to the shift in our friendship to miss the widening gap. He tried valiantly to reach out, but I was already too far gone, too hopelessly lost in my own madness.

When she was buried, the gathering was greater than I could have ever imagined, nearing one hundred, maybe more. I was amazed at how phenomenally many people were touched by her life, how far beyond the small, insular cone of the funneled world I occupied. Little did I then know there were even further extents to which the network reached. It took months to materialize, but my friend and I, like entangled quantum particles, had been instantly changed by her murder. More than the taking of her life, it had also demanded the unwitting sacrifice of my dear friend as well.

[fenixuweb]

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[123forgottherest]

There's hope then ❤️ i wouldn't survive a sad ending 😭😭 terrified of them.. i feel too much already ahaha. He has some makingup to do cause ik she ain't gonna react well to this..it was hopeless already aaaaaah

Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)

Read chapter 2 here

Chapter 3

Summary: Survival on your own becomes difficult but at least you're not alone.

Warning: 18+ death and destruction that comes from a ship wreckage, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex. Some inconsistency with ship sinking, i researched as much as I could

Three weeks, it has been three weeks since you had been stranded on that forsaken island with Daemon and no rescue has come looking for you two. You were marking everyday by scribbling the numbers with stones. Each morning you awoke with a deep sense of dread, hoping with all your heart that this nightmare would finally end

Looking after yourselves on the island wasn't easy, as you were constantly fighting for survival. Both of you were barely surviving on eating fruits in the day and occasional fish that Daemon managed to catch, which was never enough to fulfill your hunger for the night.

Things seemed to just get worse everyday. On the 4th day Daemon had suggested that you two needed to take care of personal hygiene, like brushing your teeths and bathing. This wasn't the type of conversation you wanted to have with the guy you had a huge crush on but you were both emptying your bowels in the woods while the other one remained a few feet away to safeguard so the shame was the first thing to get swept up in the waters.

Your hair was starting to get matted and you feared you'd have to cut it all off if by chance you'd end up getting rescued. If you'd end up getting rescued.

However you had watched a nature documentary where the man suggested using mango tree barks as dental twigs, sure it didn't do the best job but it did something to keep your teeth and mouths clean.

All of those things were terrifying of course but none of it seemed as horrible as what you were about to go through soon. You were close to the beginning of your menstrual, it was one less thing Daemon didn't have to worry about you thought.

Within the first two days on the island, you and Daemon made the difficult decision to remove the clothing of the people who had perished, it felt disrespectful sure but you both needed it, you washed those clothes in the sea water to get rid of blood as much as you could and you were saving some of it for the hell week, bleeding wasn't your concern though, it was the deathly cramps you were about to suffer.

“Here..eat it” Daemon handed you a banana before he sat down next to you. They had ripened. You looked at the blue shirt he was wearing today as it was from one of the bodies. His hair was all messed up, same as yours, and he had grown a thick stubble which actually made him look really rugged. As your eyes met, you realized that despite the grueling circumstances, you had somehow maintained a sense of normalcy, a familiar comfort in the midst of chaos.

On the 12th day he got one of his migraine attacks and there was nothing to soothe him from the pain and sensory overload.

Well that was one thing you thought you didn't have to worry about.

At night while he was wailing in pain you took him near the sea and soaked a piece of cloth in the cold water to bring him some relief, then you caressed his head until he had fallen asleep, once he was asleep you stepped a few feet away from him but stayed close enough where you could see him. And then you cried, you cried and cried until you weren't able to cry anymore, you were beginning to lose hope everyday, the tears were streaming down your face as you acknowledged the bleakness of your situation. The realization of the harsh reality of the island and the possibility that rescue will never come weighed heavily on your heart.

Despite continuously scanning the skies for the past three weeks, neither of you had spotted even the slightest hint of a helicopter in the past three weeks . In a desperate attempt to attract attention, you had gathered large rocks to form the word “HELP” on the beach. However, the days passed by without a single rescue mission. You had a feeling that they weren't even looking for you. Perhaps they thought both of you had succumbed to death like the other passengers.

“Oh god it's happening” you grabbed your stomach as you felt the first churn and you felt the blood dribbling down so you quickly got up and ran towards the shack to get the cloth. Daemon sighed as he realized you were going to be in additional pain today, this hasn't been easy for you two. After all, nobody truly prepares you for a situation like this, where you are at the mercy of nature on a remote island, stripped of all your comforts and basic needs.

When you came back after a few minutes, it was turning dark already so Daemon had got the fire ready and also prepared the bed of leaves for you so you immediately laid down on it.

“What can I do darling” he asked you softly as he caressed your head so you groaned in response.

“Take my uterus” he couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. In an attempt to alleviate your suffering, he heated a coconut shell over the fire and wrapped it in a piece of cloth before placing it gently on your belly. The gesture would have made you bawl your eyes out if you weren't already crying from the pain. You always felt as if your pain was on the number ten but you knew most women felt that way.

“God i wanna die..I wanna die daemon..i am done..i can't ..I can't..just kill me I'm done” you began to cry profusely so he laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“You're not going to die my brave girl..I'll get you through this alright” his tone was gentle and reassuring.

“It hurts so bad ..”

“I know..i know” he really wished he could have eased your pain somehow and then he remembered something.

“Ummmm may I offer a suggestion?” he pulled away to look at you, your cheek was soaked with tears.

“Don't suggest sex, we can't have sex” you mumbled between your cries so he smiled.

“I almost forgot you are off pills”

You hummed in agreement as he said that. You didn't want to have sex with him to prevent yourself from falling in love with him, the thought of the pills hadn't even crossed your mind “I can still do something” he mumbled as he scooted closer to you so you scooted away.

“What are you doing?” You asked him so he wrapped his arm around your waist, his fingers gently caressed circles on your skin.

“Just trying to help” he mumbled softly as he kissed your forehead, even though his mind was racing and he really wanted to kiss you, he went with his better judgment and refrained.

In the last three weeks both of you had seen each other be at your worsts, physically and mentally, and the old Daemon that had never suffered through such a turmoil, for him perhaps seeing a woman stripped down to her primal nature in every possible way might not have evoked such emotions but this new Daemon that had suffered and was lucky enough to have this gorgeous brave woman by his side on this journey, he only found himself being more drawn towards you every passing day.

Lily still crossed his mind every damn day, he was still in love with her but a part of him resented her as well because he couldn't get over that part where she didn't look for him.

“Daemon” you whispered as he unbuttoned your pants and his hand slipped inside, at first he slowly rubbed his fingers over your clothed mound and the gesture was enough to make you feel aroused.

Even amidst the excruciating pain you couldn't deny how attracted you were to him, the beard was awakening something in you and you weren't ready for it. You clenched your thighs around his hand to feel the pressure because the underwear and the cloth you were using as a pad was hindering the sensation from building.

Tears rolled down your eyes as you still felt the pain but he was definitely distracting you as well as he could, you weren't even sure if the orgasm was going to help but you really needed the distraction.

He leaned down to kiss your cheek and it made your breath hitch in your chest.

“Can I touch you without the barrier?” He whispered in your ear so you nodded, at this point you were done being civil about it, it's not as if he hadn't fucked you once already during your periods.

He brought his other hand over your head and caressed your scalp while his fingers slipped into your underwear, you gasped as he used his index and middle fingers to rub across the insides of your labia, thumb played with your clit simultaneously, your breath quickened and fingers clenched around his biceps as the sensation began to build slowly.

"Have you done this before?’ you asked him but your voice came out in breathless whispers which immediately rushed the blood to his cock, it's been three weeks of no release for him as we. He didn't remember going this long without a sexual release ever since he had turned thirteen.

“Mmmm i have pleasured women before darling” he mumbled softly and you gasped as his middle finger slipped inside you. Curling his digit inside he looked for your sweet spot, his long slender fingers were one of the reasons he was so good at pleasing women using just his hands.

“No I mean like this” you murmured softly so he shook his head,

“No..i had sex with lily while she bled but she never allowed me to touch her with my fingers”

“Ohhh okay” you whispered and your nails dug into his skin as his digit brushed over that spot that made you see millions of stars on a very clear night.

“Is it weird?” you asked him as you moaned so he leaned down to kiss your neck,

“Mmmhm but I like it.. I like weird, i like touching you like this when you're going through something so natural”

His thumb played with your clit while he pumped two fingers in and out, didn't take you long enough to cum around him, it has been three weeks since you had touched yourself..

He had left you gasping and shaking with that orgasm. Much to your shock and relief the cramp had subsided, it was still there but the pain had gone down from ten to five almost immediately.

“Thank you..thank you so much” you mumbled softly as you caressed his cheek so he leaned down to kiss your forehead and pulled his hand out of you to go wash them off the blood. When he came back you noticed the clear bulge in his pants, you were hoping things won't get weird between you two now, he was still hung up on Lily and you had learned that important lesson the last time.

You really had learned your lesson but he had done something nice for you, something sweet and thoughtful and–

“Do you want me to touch you?” You whispered in his ear as he laid down next to you so he turned his head to look at you. You had helped him go through the migraine attack he has suffered so he really just wanted to help you the same.

“Didn't do it for the exchange” he turned his body towards you as he propped himself on his elbow so you wrapped hand around his neck to caress his nap, you both had been cuddling each other for warmth since you got here so the position didn't really seem foreign.

“I know…I just..you must need it too”

He sucked in a breath as your hand slipped down and you didn't waste a second before you pulled him out of the confinement of his pants, he was hard and leaking as you had assumed.

You brought your hand up and looked at him confidently,

“Spit”

The way you said the word made him feel weak in the knees, there was no room for argument or discussion anymore nor did he want it. He grabbed your palm and brought it closer to his mouth to dribble down his spit which you used as a lube to stroke him slowly.

Perhaps you'd have never done this in your normal life, you never would have felt so bold and confident but here on this island, far away from the civilization, there were no rules for any of you. In nature you found yourself to be an extension of it.

“That feel okay?” You mumbled softly as you pumped his cock up and down slowly and all he could respond with was a moan and the clenching of his jaw. It felt more than okay, it felt amazing. His mouth kept opening as the pleasure built slowly, he looked like a fish out of water as you increased the pace ever so slowly.

Shallow breaths heated up quickly as he was driven to the edge just from a few strokes of your skilled hand, he never imagined you had it in you, when he met you for the first time for some reason he thought of you as a sweet, shy prudish girl but you kept surprising him with your actions.

Loud grunt spilled from his throat as he came, his cum splattered all between you two but you didn't mind it at all, you didn't care.

He panted heavily as he tried to recover from the mind numbing orgasm, for a moment he had forgotten where he was, for a moment he just felt as if he on a beach fooling around with a beautiful girl, you had made him escape his mind and he was afraid he'd get addicted to that feeling.

No words were spoken as you cleaned yourselves with the sea water but there was no awkwardness whatsoever between you two either, once you both returned you took your usual spot on the leaves.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” You mumbled so he hummed in response.

“Why did you and Lily break up?” he sighed as he heard her name.

“Long story short, we had been together for a long time, we were eighteen when we first met, a few years into the relationship we broke up a few times when it got difficult but found our way back to each other every time..this time around was going to be the same”

Doesn't this negate the whole purpose of a relationship you wondered, aren't you supposed to ride through the hard times together?

“Doesn't it bother you? Letting go of the girl you love?” confusion was visible in your voice, you didn't want to judge their relationship but it just didn't feel right.

“It does but I figured it would be better than losing her completely”

“Hmmmmmm”

“Are you feeling better?” He asked you so you nodded before you turned on your side and closed your eyes.

That night you woke up to a huge spider crawling on your body which immediately made you jump and scream from the top of your lungs, Daemon had no idea whether the spider was poisonous or not so he just grabbed a huge block of rock to end it's life which you weren't really proud of, the island was their home and you two were the ones intruding.

There was a spider bite on your leg which made him worry, he asked you if you were feeling okay and you just nodded in response, the bit mark stung but you felt fine. However Daemon didn't go to sleep that night, he was watching you like a hawk, fearing that you'd die and leave him all alone here.

The next morning when you woke up he hugged you as warmly as he could before you two got on with your day.

The mornings somehow seemed shorter than the nights and everyday when you woke up, daemon took you into the woods to grab freshwater from the river, in four weeks you had encountered snakes, countless of bugs and spiders, he had suggested to eat snakes when he wasn't able to catch a fish but you preferred to starve and die than put a snake in your mouth.

His will to survive was stronger than yours, he had people he wanted to go back to and you had family as well but everyday was making you more and more hopeless, you weren't as strong as him. You kept thinking about your next menstrual cycle arriving and the thought made you shudder, something would eventually kill you and you knew that.

“Why are you so quiet?” He asked you as he sat down next to you, you were halfway into the sea water so he joined you.

“I am losing hope daemon, i know you don't want to hear that but I am losing hope and my sanity everyday”

You hadn't seen any helicopter flying over you yet and you didn't think you were going to either.

“You're not alone in feeling this way okay?” He mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you, both of you had lost a considerable amount of weight in the past two months which was given as you were somehow surviving on fruits and occasional fish but your appetite had decreased as well.

“What will we do if they never come?” your eyes welled up as you questioned him.

“Then we will be here, just like this, we will make a home here and survive as long as we can.. I'll build a house from the scratch if I have to”

The moment he said that you broke down and hugged him as tightly as you could. That's when he cupped your cheeks between his palms and kissed you briefly before he pulled away to look at you, then he leaned into you to kiss you deeply this time, the last time you had kissed him was when you had sex on that drunken night.

However you didn't have time to even relish the kiss or think about what it meant to any of you because you heard it, you heard the loud sound of a helicopter whirling in the sky. Daemon jumped up, frantically waving his arms about, trying to signal the helicopter. His actions were desperate and urgent. You wished you had stayed awake for the moment where they came to rescue you both but the relief and shock pushed your already weak body over the edge and you passed out immediately.

However when your eyes flutter open next you were all alone on the beach and Daemon wasn't there. He was gone.

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MakeUp After A Fight (3) Masterlist

Links Last Checked: April 23rd, 2025

part one

All The Exes And Love (ao3) - JenCollins, WordsAblaze

Summary: Simple bickering over cereal leads to a heavy argument about exes that might have torn anyone else apart, but Dan and Phil can always find their way back to love and happiness.

goodnight & i love you (ao3) - farquaad

Summary: Sharing a cup of coffee. Or, the morning after a fight.

How Bad Could it Be? - fiction-phan

Summary: “We decided it would be fun to go camping and now it’s raining and we can’t figure out how to set up the tent.”

It Starts With A Flood (ao3) - Vivthewriter

Summary: The scent of another man’s aftershave in my - our apartment. The sound of his moans piercing through the paper thin walls making my heart wrench and fold over itself. The constant stream of all of his lovers parading up and down our hallways. I’m trapped. I can’t do anything. He dumped me over a technical error on a fucking website. He stole my heart all those years ago and he never gave it back.

I Want You to be Safe (ao3) - DanPhil

Summary: Both Dan and Phil are going to university as mature students in this alternate universe, but their student-life certainly won't be simple. Dan has many dark secrets he must keep from Phil; including the fact he is being threatened by criminals. Can Dan and Phil have a working relationship? And can Phil save Dan?

Homeless - doomedhowell

Summary: Dan is homeless and meets Phil, who is a barista at the towns coffee shop. Dan finds out that Phil comes from a wealthy family and gets close to him so he can get some money from him. Dan and Phil start dating and start to have feelings for each other. Phil finds out that Dan was using him for money and has to decide if he wants to be with him still.

Love is a Gesture (ao3) - notinclinedtomaturity

Summary: It was 2012 and things had been tense in the Dan and Phil flat for a while now. Dan wasn’t sure whose fault it was, or how they’d gotten here, but he did know that he needed to fix it. He knew that it needed to be perfect. He just wanted to show Phil that everything was going to be alright.

Our Little Person - phangirlingforphan

Summary: Dan has 3am cuddles with their favourite curly-locked little person in the aftermath of a spat with Phil. Fluff and adorable conversations ensue.

pins and needles (ao3) - honeywreath

Summary: “I don’t like shouting.” He mumbles into Phil’s chest. “I don’t.”

That’s How It Should Be - doomedhowell

Summary: A stupid argument leads to Dan and Phil breaking up, neither of them cope well with the break-up. Dan moves out and Phil wants Dan back.

We aren't a commercial (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Dan was getting too wrapped up in the platonic-best-friend branding of 'Dan and Phil' that he almost forgot about how much he loved Phil.

He had let their relationship suffer as he denied, denied, denied- but after a long talk with Phil they knew what they had to do.

Staying hidden behind a brand hurt a lot more than it helped, they were done with it.

...

Truth turns to freedom, freedom turns to happiness.

Will I Ever Meet Them? (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: Drawing on one’s arm for their soulmate to see is usually a wonderful, magical experience. Phil sent a smiley face once but hasn’t written anything since.

Or: Dan is blind and doesn’t see Phil’s smiley face because of it. Also, Dan hates soulmates (until he finds Phil) because he will never see any messages.

[bonnieandelijah]

we have to stop meeting like this (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/Tw2QgndQo1 "We have to stop meeting like this," he chuckled, maintaining eye contact obnoxiously. Unable to keep herself from rolling her eyes at him yet again, desperate to hide how taken aback she was by meeting him for the third time in less than a week despite her clear distaste, she tried to block out the unsettling feeling of irony that demanded to be dealt with.

- 

When does coincidence stop and destiny begin? You'd think meeting the same person over and over again under the most impossible circumstances would be a clear sign of destiny if you believe in it, but for Bonnie and Elijah, there is just one obstacle in allowing the universe to bring them together. Each time they meet again, they wish they hadn't... 

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America (chapter 2)

Previously

I had slept fitfully through the remainder of the storm, eventually falling into a deeper sleep towards the early hours of the morning, comforted by Jamie’s steady breathing beside me. ‘You look verra beautiful this morning,’ he said softly, as my eyelids fluttered open.

‘Flatterer,’ I said contentedly, lifting my eyes to look up at his face.

 ‘While I do have a lot to make up to ye, strict honesty is the way forward, Sassenach.’ His eyes glimmered with a hint of flirtation. He tentatively put an arm around my hip.

I opened my mouth to speak, before closing it again, mindful of the fragile reconciliation. 

‘What is it?’ 

The question tumbled out before my rational mind could stop it: ‘Do you have anything to be honest about?’

He knew what I meant immediately. ‘I have a lot to apologise for, but I have never played ye false. I love you, Claire. Only you.’ His tone was sincere and his face was genuinely contrite. 

‘I should have trusted you,’ I murmured back. He puffed out his cheeks. ‘Did I give ye any reason to trust me?’ 

I turned my face up to his. ‘S’okay. Friends again.’

‘Sides, I can’t stand any of those harpies,’ he muttered out of the side of his mouth. I gave a most unladylike snort. ‘I am supposed to be visiting at ten. Louise and her cronies.’ He groaned theatrically. ‘Or you could spend the day with your husband.’ He blinked owlishly. ‘Spoiling him. Making sure he knows he’s forgiven.’

‘Is my husband going to spend the day with me?’ I inquired, fluttering my eyelashes in mock surprise. Yer husband is no longer associating with any of the so-called nobles,’ he informed me. ‘Sinners and reprobates the lot of ‘em. And I have an idea I’d like ye to consider.’

Next

[anitabyars]

A new standalone, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy by New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting.

Cosy Felton is great at her job—she knows just how to handle the awkwardness that comes with working at an adult toy store. So when the hottest guy she’s ever seen walks into the shop looking completely overwhelmed, she’s more than happy to turn on the charm and help him purchase all of the items on his list.

Griffin Mills is using his business trip in Las Vegas as a chance to escape the broken pieces of his life in New York City. The last thing he wants is to be put in charge of buying gag gifts for his friend’s bachelor party. Despite being totally out of his element, and mortified by the whole experience, Griffin is pleasantly surprised when he finds himself attracted to the sales girl that helped him.

As skeptical as Cosy may be of Griffin’s motivations, there’s something about him that intrigues her. But sometimes what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas and when real life gets in the way, all bets are off. Filled with hilariously awkward situations and enough sexual chemistry to power Sin City, Making Up is the next standalone in the Shacking Up world.

My Review!

5 stars

Fun, Sweet, & Sexy!

This was a fantastic romantic comedy. Fun, sweet, sexy filled with LOL moments, and packed with hilariously awkward moments, drama, romance, love and a sizzling chemistry that jumps off the pages. This story quirky charm pulls you in and doesn’t let you go until the last page.

These two are complete opposites but do they work well together. Cosy is a young vibrant, sassy, smart, twenty-two year old, who is still in college and working part-time at a sex toy warehouse. She has never had a serious relationship and really doesn’t want one. Griffin is in his early thirty’s and has just come out of a serious relationship. He comes from a wealthy family that is in the hotel business. His time in Las Vegas is limited and will be leaving soon.

But Griffin is taken by Cosy’s beauty and her upbeat personality she is everything that he needs and wants. But even though Cosy is attracted to him she is reluctant about seeing him because of their age difference. They finally agree to keep it simple and they take it slow. But the drama, they must deal with seems to be never ending, and before they both know it, they have fallen. I loved watching them fall, and so will you! Don’t pass this book by!

I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

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"I'm a mermaid." Louis decides, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck. "You're on holiday. Somewhere tropical, like-" "No, no-" Harry mutters, leaving what's left of his sandwich on the desk. "You're a fairy." he says, bending down to mouth at his neck. Louis scoffs. "I was a fairy last week, Harry." he complains, barely resisting as he gets pushed towards the bed. "You're my pretty, small, delicate fairy." Harry ignores him, sneaking his hands under Louis' shirt, dragging them up his back. "You're so small." he rambles, as Louis rolls his eyes, hides his smile. "If I'm not careful I might hurt you."

Harry and Louis are perfect for each other. Everybody knows it. They know it, their friends know it, everybody knows it. That's why Zayn, Liam and Niall won't let them get away with breaking up. No chance in hell.

Author: Speechless