Fiadh Lynch got sent away. she stayed to live with Her aunt they all thought she was crazy, maybe she was? but when Her brother called her she came back immediately. she wasn't going to lose this 2nd chance of being with her twin brother Joey lynch and spending time with her siblings. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Patrick Feely the mute one, the funny one, the guitar fingers one. everyone thinks patrick is just some man whore whom everyone dislikes but when he meets Fiadh something in him changes

where did you go? i should know, but it's cold and i don't wanna be lonely so show me the way home i can't lose another life 𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ ⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅ ╭─────╮ fem oc x aj lynch boys of tommen book one incomplete ╰─────╯

"I'm sorry Sel, but you're stuck with me." ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🪩ɞ˚‧｡⋆ in which ... selene brown moves to london searching for something more and somehow ends up finding harry lewis instead. or harry lewis meets a girl who laughs at all the same stupid things he does and suddenly can't seem to leave her alone. are they better as friends or something more? ⊹ slow burn ⊹ friends to lovers ⊹ real life x social media tw : themes of emotional abuse & domestic violence throughout | reader discretion is advised x

✔︎ remeber when your lost in the darkness - look for the light. ✵

"𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾." Tara O'brian's life is going on forever, and yet it just started. With parents that don't seem to care, and picked fingers behind her back, her stomach twists as she realizes that she's all alone starting a new school. The stars in her eyes quickly allign as she meets a hot headed boy, with blonde messy hair and the face of a statue, she's willing to go through whatever comes her way, as long as he sticks by her. Tadgh Lynch has her heart after all. ♡══════════════♡══════════════♡ Tadgh Lynch has been through hell and back, with fire in his heart and trauma in his chest, he can't seem to find the point. After surviving Teddy Lynch, he locks himself away, his hard shell only barricading himself further and further. That is until a certain girl turns his life right-side up, giving him purpose for as long as she stays behind him, protecting him just as he protects her. With her bitter tone and warm presence, he slowly starts to heal. But what happens when she discovers his secret, more so what happens when he discovers hers?

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.

SECURING-TO GET SOMETHING, SOMETIMES WITH DIFFICULTY. boys of tommen- Patrick feely x fem oc

forelsket; (n.) the euphoria you experience when you're first falling in love Tadhg Lynch × Fem!oc a boys of tommen fanfiction New school. New chaos. And apparently, Madeline Carter's talent for sarcasm is just too good to go unnoticed. Between dodging smug rugby players, surviving the social minefield of Tommen College, and keeping her little brother alive at home, she's basically a one-woman storm of trouble. "Hey Bug" "Hey Blondie" Maddie didn't ask for enemies. She didn't ask for boys who glare at her like she personally ruined their lives. She didn't even ask for friends who somehow make chaos look adorable. But she got all of it anyway. 1st - #tadhglynch 1st - #shannonlynch 1st - #johnnykavanagh 1st - #boyfriend 1st - #tommen 1st - #ya 1st - #sarcasm 1st - #boysoftommen 1st - #joeylynch Started : 27/11/2025 Finished : 19/04/2026 (my birthday!!) Warning: sarcasm, sass, and mature themes ahead. Reading may result in spontaneous laughter, eye rolls, and crushing on the wrong boy.

After spending a year and a half living in Paris running her fashion brand Kavanaghs, Órlaith Kavanagh finally returns home, nervous to reconnect with the life and people she left behind. But once she's back, she quickly realizes that not everything is the same as when she left. In particular, she can't help but notice that Gibsie, her brother Johnny's best friend, seems different-older, changed somehow, in a way that catches her attention more than she expected. #1-booktok #3-hughiebiggs

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.