IN WHICH: TADHG LYNCH X LEAH DALY "You always were two steps ahead of everyone. We'd walk behind while you would run. And the years have proved to offer nothing since you moved. Now you're long gone, and I can't move on, and I miss you." - Missing, No Mercy "Shut up, Lynch." "Shutting up, Daly." Started: June 5th, 2025 Finished: March 25th, 2026 word count: ≈150k words ‼️ I'VE WRITTEN "TADGH" INSTEAD OF "TADHG" THROUGHOUT ACT 1 AND ACT 2 I'M SORRY

book 2 of Finding 4

Book 4 of Showing 15

Dissociative disorders; are mental health conditions that involve experiencing a loss of connection between thoughts, memories, feelings, surroundings, behaviour and identity. These conditions include escape from reality in ways that are not wanted and not healthy. This causes problems in managing everyday life. ----- "Hiya, Pretty Boy." "How's my Doll?" ----- Fem oc x Male oc Boxer x Rugby Player Friends to Lovers Oldest daughter x Only son -- book 1 of 2 --- #1 - joeylynch #1 - patrickfeely #1 - ireland #1-mentaldisorder

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟗 Tadhg lynch is one of the survivors, of the fire. of that house.. everybody knows about it, the fire that killed his mother and father. He's not exactly a loner, people know him-he has friends and he's a sports guy at tommen. Most People steer clear of Tadhg due to his temper issues and baggage. On the other hand, Leah Healy is her family's angel in baby, the youngest and the most bright one. Smart, and super kind. The type of person to rescue Stray cats and nurse them back to health to help them find a home. He's a wild fire and she is his only extinguisher, will the fire go out or will everything burst into flames?

... ୨୧ IN WHICH Fallon Isabelle Young-the saint of the Young family, all pale ribbons, trembling halos, and eyes too innocent for the things she survives-learns far too early that even angels can be taught how to bleed. That monsters do not always hide beneath beds. Sometimes they pluck your wings feather by feather until kindness begins curdling into something sharper. Uglier. Until a little girl once raised on bedtime prayers and gentle hands learns how to survive with a sinner's tongue instead. Fallon grows into a peculiar contradiction: beautiful and vicious, Holy and furious all at once. A girl who smiles while self-destructing. A girl who turns cruelty into armour because tenderness got her hurt first. Then she meets Joey Lynch. Ballylaggin's worst-kept temper. A boy built from clenched fists, buried bruises, and rage so deeply rooted inside him it has begun masquerading as personality. Joey carries his own monsters quietly, tucked beneath sarcasm and violence and the sort of recklessness that only exists in people who do not believe they are worth saving. He understands fallon immediately. Which is the most dangerous thing of all. Because damaged people recognize each other in ways healthy people never can. And when their worlds collide, so do the things haunting them. Secrets begin spilling from the cracks. Trauma begins speaking in places words cannot. Anger becomes intimacy. Destruction becomes devotion. They begin orbiting each other with the terrifying dependency of two wounded things mistaking survival for love. The saint becomes a sinner while the sinner begins craving salvation. The question is- Can Joey Lynch restore the girl Fallon used to be? Or has she been surviving as somebody else for far too long? And can Fallon chase away Joey's monsters when she could never outrun her own? Or will they simply teach each other new ways to break? Because some people heal together-and others detonate on impact.

Trauma; a deeply distressing experience that overwhelms a person's ability to cope, resulting in lasting negative impacts on their emotional, psychological, and physical well-being. ---- "I love you." "It'll pass." ---- Fem oc x Male oc Boxer x Rugby Player -- book 2 of 2 #1 johnny

I used to believe in one rule. Save yourself. Don't trust. Don't depend. Don't need-because the second you do, it gets taken from you. I learned that young. I learned it the hard way. And I was good at it. I kept my head down. I said the right things. I didn't make problems I can't fix, and I didn't get attached to people who come with warnings written all over them. It was easier that way. Safer. Then Joey Lynch happens. And suddenly I'm not careful anymore. I'm running barefoot through streets I shouldn't be in. I'm letting him see parts of me I've spent years hiding. I'm standing in front of him, heart in my throat, trying to figure out why he looks at me like I'm something worth saving-when he won't even save himself. He pushes me away like it's instinct. I follow him like it's mine. We don't talk about what this is. We don't put names on it. We don't even try to pretend it's normal. Because it's not. It's messy and reckless and too intense for something that was never supposed to matter this much. But the worst part? I don't want to stop. Even if it breaks me. Even if it destroys him. Even if, somewhere along the line, I forget how to be the girl who always survives.

His face was torn. His tone sharp. Eyes sleepy and bleary, but redshot. He couldn't smile this time. It was too heavy. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐥𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫? 𝐈𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞? 𝑩𝑶𝒀𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑵 𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 2

. . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . . BROKEN AND BRUISED, a girl who is lost is navigating a world for any sort of safety that she hasn't been lucky enough to have. Her house is a screaming match, her old school was a battle field and the only place where she can reside is her boyfriends house and even then its a warzone BUT EVERYTHING CHANGES when a star rugby player nicknamed bulldozer tumbles into her life COULD THEY BE EACHOTHERS SOLACE ? ... johnny kavanagh x fem oc ballylaggin ireland 2005