𝘐𝘯 2013, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘛𝘰𝘣𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪... 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚... I'm not gonna so a TW because you should know what you're getting into if you're reading the damn thing. Anyways, I've been thinking of writing this for months now and I'm finally going to do it. There may or may not be a little 🍋 in this... I'll try to update it at least once a week, but during the summer I'll get to write at least once every couple days. Enjoy <3 ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ૮₍'｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡₎ა ૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა ૮₍ '𖦹 ˕ ×' ₎ა ૮₍ - ⤙ - ₎ა ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣 In which Scarlett Gibson, hates Patrick Feely, seriously hates him. Until she doesn't. enemies to lovers second chance romance I do not own the boys of tommen series or any of the characters except Scarlett. All rights go to Chloe Walsh.

Patrick Feely X Female OC 'I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.' "Teach me how to love. Teach me how to feel again." Savannah Lynch had layers. Layers impossible to penetrate. Savannah Lynch had secrets. Patrick Feely observed. He saw through her mask. Patrick Feely knew her better than herself. FOREVER - NOAH KAHAN That I'm broke, but I'm real rich in my head That I broke a bone that never healed in my hand So, when I hold her close, I might loosen my grip But I won't ever let her go I won't ever let her go FREE NOW - GRACIE ABRAMS If you find yourself out, if there is a right time Chances are I'll be here, we could share a lifeline If you feel like fallin', catch me on the way down Never been less empty, all I feel is free now THAT PART - LAUREN SPENCER SMITH When I met you I told my friends that I'd date you No one believed it would come true But look where we are We're on our way, I know one day we'll get to that part

Tadhg Lynch x Oc fem ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ ⋆ Aisling Gibson is locked in a war against her own mind and body, haunted by the ghost of her twin sister and the scars left by Mark's abuse. Every breath feels like a battle, every memory a blade. As the world around her grows colder and more cruel, Aisling is left to wonder: how do you survive when your worst enemy lives inside you? Tadhg Lynch has lost everything-his home reduced to ashes, and with it, the only shelter he had from two broken, abusive parents. Grief and anger are his only companions, and happiness feels like a myth-until an unexpected connection begins to crack open his guarded heart. But can someone raised in the fire learn to live in the light?

"𝓘'𝓭 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾." "𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀. 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮."

"And you can't tell anyone in your life, because all they know is this version of you, and the more you live the lie, the more the lines start to fucking blur, and the harder it is to remember who you really are, and almost impossible to determine if there even is a real you or if you're just so fucked up, that somewhere along the way you lost yourself, and there's no way back." ☆☆☆ This story will follow Ollie Lynch and Emily Ashby and will be the fourth instalment in my 'Boys of Tommen You Series' All of these characters belong to Chloe Walsh, I do not claim any of them as my own, this is purely for fun. Except for Emily Ashby TW: This story will include character death, sexual harassment, domestic abuse, child abuse, drug use, smoking, mental illnesses and overall a lot of trauma. There will also be some explicit scenes that are 16+. I will however be putting specific warnings for different chapters, so you can avoid triggers. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! (Comment any questions or suggestions that you have for me)

--- Just then the door he was heavily leaning on flew inward. "Ronan!" The girl exclaimed in horror as she dropped to her knees beside him. She was the same girl from English who caught my attention earlier, kneeling beside the Rugby Dick, her hands hovering over his broken nose with all the care in the world. Her long hair were sprawled across her shoulders in a way that I couldn't see her face... that was until she looked up at me- shit. --- Tadhg Lynch doesn't do quiet. He hits hard, plays harder, and runs from anything that feels like home. Saoirse McGarry has made 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 her world. Shy, diabetic, and always a shadow in her brother's world. They were never meant to cross paths until... Tadhg knocks her brother down, and everything changes. A boy who doesn't even take 5 seconds to snap but only lets one girl calm his chaos.

Everyone remembers the Lynch fire. Everyone remembers the bodies carried out. But no one remembers the boy left standing in the middle of it all. Tadhg Lynch isn't the golden Lynch boy. He isn't the baby who got shielded from the worst, or the oldest who carved a new life with a family of his own. He's the one in between. The one who saw everything, took the blows meant for his younger brothers, and carried scars no one wanted to look too closely at. Brave. Bold. Mouthy. A joker when he can manage it. And broken enough that nothing ever really sticks. Bethany Gibson is the girl who shouldn't have lived. She was three when the water took her under, when her father gave his life to save hers. She grew up in the shadow of grief, wrapped in the protection of a brother who bled for her in ways she only half understands. Sweet, funny, too kind for her own good-Bethany knows what it is to survive, but not yet what it means to live. When Bethany collides with Tadhg at Tommen, it's fire meeting oxygen-sharp words, sharp looks, a pull neither of them can shake. He's crude, cruel with his jokes, too much for anyone to handle. She's soft where he's jagged, sunshine where he's ash. He calls her Barbie. She calls him an arsehole. And somewhere between the laughs and the fights, they start to see the cracks in each other. But fixing what's shattered isn't simple. Not when trauma festers. Not when grief never loosens its grip. Not when love means putting your hands into the fire all over again. Funny. Raw. Heartbreaking. Fixing 9 is a story about the girl who wouldn't stop caring, the boy who didn't know how to be cared for, and the brutal, beautiful mess of trying to save each other when the world already tried to burn or drown you alive.

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

Anna Lynch was fucking petrified of men. Not just uncomfortable- terrified.She'd flinch if one of us so much as walked too close. She was always keeping herself pressed to walls, eyes darting for exits like she was planning an escape. And it wasn't just the loud ones or the gobshites. Even Johnny Kavanagh-her sisters boyfriend -made her recoil. That's when it really hit me. This wasn't nerves. This was trauma, stitched into every muscle in her body. The only lads she wasn't afraid of were her brothers-Joey and Darren. She stuck to them like her life depended on it, like they were the only two people in the world who'd never let her down. The rest of us? We were threats until proven otherwise #1-hughbiggs #1-chilhoodtrauma #1-mentalhealth #1-mutism