Caoimhe Kavanagh doesn't do feelings-especially not for Liam Gibson. He's loud, charming, and hopelessly in love with someone else. But somewhere between the teasing and the late-night chats, she falls. And the worst part? He doesn't even see her.

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.

❛𝑮𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔.❜ 𝘿𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙮 𝙂𝙞𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙣, the cherished little sister of Gerard Gibson, has always been percieved as completely trouble-free but no one knows of the struggles that she hides beneath an infectious smile and her secret filthy drug habit. Despite her fractured heart, her love for Garren is as consuming as it is unrequited, but she refuses to let him-or anyone-see the cracks beneath her glowing exterior. ♱ 𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙆𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙝, the adopted brother of the rugby sensation, Johnny Kavanagh, has an undeniable streak of leaving women heartbroken, partying until the sun comes up, and disregarding even the thought of a relationship. Though, he'd be lying if he said that Delancey Gibson wouldn't be able to walk him like a dog, despite not being a couple-Garren is fiercely protective over baby Gibs, though nothing would ever be able to happen between them. But denying what he really feels is starting to take its toll, and the forbidden fruit might just prove too tempting to resist. male!oc! x female!oc!

Rory Kavanagh x Female OC Boys of Tommen - second generation book Rory - "I just wanted you to know that this is me trying." Valerie - "Make my heart beat again." Credits: Chloe Walsh

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Autumn Young tries her best to navigate through Tommen secondary school. But with a dead sisters anniversary, her best friend and crush hooking up and a family that does not understand her. She only finds peace in the hot head hurler. 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Tadgh Lynch against all odds falls in love with Lizzie youngs little sister. TADGH LYNCH X FEM!OC boys of Tommen

𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗲; (v.) to persuade someone that something false is the truth ༄ When AJ Lynch meets the new girl at Tommen, unaware of just how much her life mirrors his father's history. (WARNING | mcdonalds is mentioned a lot in this book, but pls boycott guys. free palestine 🇵🇸)

Conor Kavanagh. The heartthrob of Tommen College. The biggest playboy in the school - cocky smirk, rugby jersey practically sewn onto him, always with a smart comment and that maddening wink. He's friendly, charming, flirty as hell. The kind of lad who'd carry your bag for you and somehow make it seem like your idea. But don't let that fool you - he's trouble. All sharp jawlines and swagger. And somehow, he's decided I'm his next bloody charity case. I hate it. I hate how he shows up when I don't ask, how he looks at me like I'm breakable. I don't need saving - I've got it sorted. The drink, the pills, the temper - all of it. My mess, not his. And every time I tell him to back off, to leave me be, he just gets closer, like I'm speaking in code. I don't need his pity or his perfect face. I don't need him. So why does part of me keep hoping he'll show up again tomorrow? *** Sinead Biggs. The reigning queen of Tommen. Sharp-tongued, sharp-eyed, and terrifying in heels. Everyone thinks she's just Cath's little sister - until she opens her gob and makes half the school cry before lunch. She walks those halls like she owns them, and honestly? She kind of does. The lads are scared of her. The girls want to be her. And me? I'm hopelessly, pathetically into her. Everyone knows it. My mates won't shut up about it. Even when she's tearing strips off me with that mouth of hers, I'm there grinning like a gobshite. Because deep down, I remember. I remember when we used to be best friends. When she used to laugh like a lunatic at my stupid jokes, when her hand would brush mine and neither of us would move away. But then came Owen Rice - the prick. Then came that night. The accident. The hospital. And when she came back, she wasn't the same. She'd built up walls with barbed wire. She'd become someone colder, louder, crueler. But I still see her. The girl I knew. And every once in a while, when no one's looking, I think she sees me too.

Finn Gibson. Number seven on the rugby team. A gentleman, proper like. Always opening doors and saying things like "after you" and "you alright there?" in this soft voice that somehow makes you feel seen. He's funny too - not the show-off type of funny, more the kind where you're halfway through laughing before you realise it was even a joke. Real clever wit, quiet like. It's not fair, honestly. And he drums, like actually properly drums, not just tapping out rhythms on the school desk like every other lad in Tommen. He's in a band and all. Do I like him? Yeah. I like him loads. More than I should. But this isn't that kind of story. I come from a house where everything's heavy. Where things crack and break and no one says sorry. Where nice things don't last, and if you want something - really want something - it gets used against you. You don't let your heart out in a place like mine. You learn to nod and keep quiet and do what Da says, even when you hate it, even when it's wrong. That's just how it is. So when Finn looks at me like I matter - really, properly matter - I want to believe it. I want to tell him I think about him when I fall asleep. So yeah. I like Finn Gibson. But liking someone like him... it feels like trying to hold light in your hand. Beautiful. Impossible. *** Mina O'Neill. Jesus, I don't even know where to start with her. She's the most beautiful human being I've ever seen in my life, and I mean that with my whole chest. She moves like she doesn't even touch the ground. A ballerina, and not the stuck-up kind either. She's always working, always rehearsing, and when she talks about dance, it's like watching someone light up from the inside. And me? I'm just... me. Watching her from the side of things. Hoping. I think she knows. I know she knows. She's not daft. But there's something holding her back. I don't know what. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's something in her life I don't see. But I'm not giving up.

Tadgh Lynch doesn't lose focus. He's sharp, volatile, and not here to play nice. First year at Tommen, he's already collecting enemies-and Leah Daly's at the top of the list. Leah Daly's fierce, stubborn, and hiding the kind of damage you don't talk about. She's built for survival, and Tadgh's the last person she wants anywhere near her. She hates him. He hates her. That should've been the end of it. But the more he sees, the more it looks like his history repeating itself. And once he recognises it, walking away isn't an option. Even if saving her burns him all over again.

Lizzie: After the trial against Mark Allen was won, I left Ballygaggin as quickly as possible. Gibsie got his justice, and Mark received his rightful punishment. Four years ago, Gibsie had begged me to testify against Mark so that I, too, could get my justice. But I couldn't do it. I ran as fast as I could and left everything behind. I even left Hughie-my Hughie-behind. He has every reason to truly hate me this time.