❛ comeback to me when you're sober. ❜ a gerard gibson fanfiction. 𝜗ৎ

IN WHICH: Piper Lynch, daughter of Joey Lynch, falls for Julian Holland - while still haunted by the trauma of her assault, she struggles to navigate healing, love, and the weight of everything she carries.

❝oh 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚 me❞ ☘︎ j. lynch 𝙭 fem!oc 💌 # saving 𝙭 redeeming 6 ©professionallsimpp, 2026

we are all born so beautiful. the greatest tragedy is being convinced we are not boys of tommen ╱ gerard gibson cover by surfdoll

❝ 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 Aislaene Rosie uma garota que vive na sua própria sombra. Voltou a morar no antigo bairro de infância de sua mãe, onde ela conhece o garoto perdido. 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐘 desde os doze anos leva infernal tentando proteger seus irmãos do pai alcoólatra e violento. Sem avançar nos estudos ou no hurling, ele se ve usando drogas um escape para seu sofrimento. 𝐀 𝐔́𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐙 𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐎 𝐃𝐀 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀̃𝐎 é Aislaene Rosie a menina cujo parece um anjo, linda e cativante. 𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐙 𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐎̃𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘 e por mais que ele fuja do amor, essa garota inrresistível acaba se tornando seu porto seguro. 𝐔𝐌 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀́ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐌𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄 𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄.❞ ( fanfic ) boys of tommen 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐘. #6

Lucille Callaghan had it bad, and everyone in Ballylaggin knew it. Her former best friend, Shannon Lynch, knew it too. But she was onto better and bigger things, and Lucille was proud of her. She could never be mad at how her best friend found the person that made her shitty life turn into a paradise. She just wished she wasn't forgotten along the way. With an addict mother, a father who could've been a boxer in a past life, and four younger siblings who depend on her for food and necessities, Lucille doesn't have the time or money or energy to waste on boys. When Shannon left for Tommen, Lucille had no one. The bullying increased with one target instead of two, and she just has to put up with it. She's got only eleven months until she's eighteen, and then she can finally take her siblings and move into the apartment she's had in her sights right off of Elk's Terrace for a year. Unfortunately for her, shit hits the fan even worse at home. She has no idea what to do, and when she has a minute to let the bad decisions in, she turns to drugs. What she doesn't know is that her oldest sibling out of the bunch called Shannon and told her what was happening. Now she's got the Kavanagh's, Lynch's, and the weird side quest Tommen friends in her business. And she wants them out.

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

Niamh Lynch is used to surviving. She's the girl with fire in her blood, fists always clenched, and walls built so high no one dares to look over them - not even her twin brother, Joey. Between school fights, late shifts, and raising her younger siblings in a house ruled by silence and bruises, Niamh doesn't have time for softness. Or love. Or hope. She's burning herself out to keep everyone else warm. Then there's Gerard Gibson. Loud, ridiculous, golden-hearted Gibsie - the boy who makes people laugh without trying, who hides his own cracks behind chaos. He shouldn't see her. But he does. And worse, he stays. Even when Niamh gives him every reason not to. This is a story about broken kids from broken homes, about anger and tenderness, violence and healing. It's about finding light in the wreckage - not because you believe you deserve it, but because someone refuses to stop giving it to you. Niamh doesn't believe in love. But Gibsie never needed her to. ------------------------------- Gerard Gibson x fem!oc

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.