Tadgh lynch and Bethany Gibson promised to be best friends forever. Until trauma hit the both of them and drifted apart.

Liam Lynch. Everyone says his name like it explains him. The town's golden boy. Lizzie likes him. Teachers like him. Old women in the shop like him. He remembers birthdays and asks about your granny and carries bags without being asked. He is always there. That's the part I can't get my head around. He stands too close sometimes. Not in a scary way. Just... close. Like he's afraid if he steps back, I'll disappear. He says he loves me. I nod when he says it because that's what you do. I don't know what love is meant to feel like in the body. People say it's warm or fizzy or like fireworks, but my chest just feels the same as always-tight, flat, like someone's pressed pause. Sometimes my stomach hurts around him, but I don't know if that means something good or something bad. Hunger and nerves feel the same to me. Fear and excitement too. Everything is all mixed up, like colours bleeding together. He doesn't leave me alone. Ever. If I walk home, he walks with me. If I sit somewhere quiet, he appears like he's been summoned. People say I'm lucky. They say he's protective. I don't know the difference between protection and being trapped. Sometimes he smiles at me and my chest tightens sharper than usual. Sometimes I want him to stop talking. Sometimes I want him to stay. I don't know which feeling is which. I don't know if what he calls love is what I feel, or if what I feel is nothing at all. *** Maeve O'Neill ruined me the second I saw her. Not in a loud way. Quiet. Permanent. She doesn't say much, but I don't need words from her. I'll read the silences. I'll fill the gaps. I'll love her enough for both of us if I have to. Even when she looks at me like she's trying to solve a puzzle and can't find the edges, I don't get angry. I get patient. I can wait. I don't care if it costs me. I don't care if it hurts. I'll protect her. I'll help her. I'll stay beside her until she understands what love is-or until I disappear trying.

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.

Tadhg lynch doesn't do feelings. He does trouble. And saying exactly the wrong thing at the right time. Sixteen, mouthy, and impossible to handle, Tadhg is the kind of boy teachers warn you about- and girls don't listen. Then there's Bethany Gibson. She talks too much and laughs too loud. Acts like nothing in her life has ever gone wrong. He doesn't believe it. And for some reason, he can't leave her alone. What starts as messing with her turns into something else- something a lot harder to ignore. Because Bethany's hiding something. And Tadhg's starting to look a little too closely.

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝘾𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙖, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙅𝙤𝙚𝙮 𝙇𝙮𝙣𝙘𝙝'𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝘼𝙅? ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ AJ LYNCH x fem! oc AJ Lynch is a boy that seems to have a knack for helping those around him. This seems to be related directly to his family. He's gained his parents worst traits with his mother's stubbornness and his father's hot-headed temper. What will happen when he learns that the girl he's been slowly falling for has a secret that has a direct correlation to his father? Ciara Wilkinson-Bryne is a girl that is only trying to make it to her leaving cert. Growing up in an abusive household, everything seems to be her fault, even down to her existence. Ciara is always willing to stay back in the shadows and just go along with life. That all changes when her math partner seems to never stop trying to figure her out. What will happen when everything blows up, for the chance of good? ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ "𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑." - 𝐏𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 & 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐌𝐜𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞

"Through anything?" "Through everything." Tadhg Lynch is fire and silence. With a brutal past and a father who taught him fear behind closed doors, Tadhg wears his trauma like armor-sharp, defensive, and unreadable. To most, that is. Nightmares consume him, trust eludes him, and peace is a foreign language he's convinced he would never come close to understanding. He recognizes pain the same way others recognize faces-especially in her. Ciara Bellemore is light dimmed too soon. Graceful and polite on the outside, but broken and dead on the inside. She hides bruises beneath long sleeves and hope beneath whispered prayers. With a mother fading from illness and a home filled with silence and control, Ciara clings to the only comfort she has the knowledge of-angels, feathers, and a belief in something better. When they collide, it's as though fire had met water. An invisible strength kept pulling the other into their orbit-either taunting the other with their presence or showing them what it owes.

Ash Lynch, una chica que nació siendo marcada por golpes y maltratos. Nunca supo lo que se siente ser realmente querida hasta que lo conoció a él Hughie Biggs, un chico estudioso y centrado que por fuera parece que nunca le pasa nada pero por dentro oculta sus propios demonios, unos que solo ella puede calmar. Cada uno tienen sus propios caos internos, ocultando sentimientos, emociones, palabras, recuerdos... todo lo que alguna vez fueron. Sus amigos piensan que no se soportan, pero no saben que alguna vez ellos fueron el mundo del otro, que ellos dos tienen algo que los une sin importar el que y el cuando. Los secretos siempre salen a la luz y ellos... son el secreto más grande el otro Podrán tener el para siempre que se prometieron de niños? O solo serán una etapa más en sus vidas? Fanfic de los chicos de Tommen de Chloe Walsh

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐉 & 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐇 AJ Lynch. The boy I fell in love with when I was barely old enough to understand what love really was-and somehow, impossibly, the man I'm still in love with now. Everything with him feels like a fairytale most days. But there's one thing. One very shiny, very specific thing he hasn't done yet. He hasn't asked. And I'd be lying if I said I don't notice. I do. I notice every pause, every almost-moment, every time his hand lingers in his pocket like he's checking something's still there. I tell myself not to rush him, not after everything we've survived. Because old shadows have a way of resurfacing when you least expect them-quiet, heavy, unresolved. And when they creep back into view, even fairytales hold their breath. *** Catherine Biggs. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life. Strong. Sharp. Soft where it matters. The python herself, coiled confidence and quiet fire. I know she's waiting. I know she deserves the question. The ring. The promise spoken out loud. And it is coming. Soon. But old shadows don't disappear just because you're happy now. They linger at the edges, reminding you of what you almost lost, what you barely survived. And when they step back into view, even the bravest man needs a moment to steady himself-because when I ask her, I want nothing standing between us. Not fear. Not ghosts. Not the past.

Declan Holland juró proteger a Kailea Lynch incluso de él mismo. Y ella juró salvarlo a él de sus propios demonios.

If there's one thing more certain than the sun rising in the morning, it's that Johnny Kavanagh and Tara Lynch hate each other. Johnny fucking Kavanagh. The golden boy of Tommen College. Tall, tanned, and built like the rugby god he is, with messy brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a cocky grin that has girls weak at the knees. Smart, charming, effortlessly good at everything-the kind of fella teachers adore and lads want to be. His life is perfect. Perfect family. Perfect grades. Perfect future. And, if you ask him, the perfect reason to despise Tara Lynch. Tara Lynch. BCS's untouchable queen. Stunning, sharp, and scarily brilliant. Straight A's. Olympic-level athlete. A voice like an angel and a wit sharp enough to cut a man where he stands. She doesn't do love, doesn't do relationships-just the occasional one-night stand, not that anyone ever sticks around long enough to matter. And if there's one person she can't stand, it's Johnny Kavanagh, with his smug face and his perfect life and his knack for getting under her skin. They've known each other since they were kids. Their families get on. Their friends overlap. By all accounts, they should get along. But they don't. They cannot stand each other. They argue like it's their full-time job. He thinks she's a mouthy, obnoxious know-it-all with no respect. She thinks he's a snobby kiss-arse who's had everything handed to him. If they're in the same room, there's bound to be a fight-sharp words, heated glares, maybe even the occasional pint thrown. And yet... no one gets under Johnny's skin quite like Tara does. No one rattles Tara quite like Johnny. The only thing worse than being around each other? Wanting to be. People say there's a fine line between love and hate. Johnny and Tara are about to find out just how dangerously thin that line really is.