aimee ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

i just thought of the best ending for joey and maeve and i cannot wait to write it im sobbing as i plan it rn omg

must i have a mental breakdown every  chapter

theme’s amazing 

a snippet….all i’m gonna say is prepare yourselves 
          
          So I begged harder.
          
          With everything in me.
          
          I’ll take it.
          
          The thought came with such force it felt carved into my ribs.
          
          A vow, not a plea.
          
          Let it be me.
          
          If suffering needed a body, let it be mine. If violence demanded somewhere to land, let it land here. If pain was searching for a home, then let it carve itself into me and stop there.
          
          Take every blow.
          
          Every bruise.
          
          Every ounce of suffering this night demands.
          
          Take my breath.
          
          Take my skin.
          
          Take the marrow if you must.
          
          But leave him untouched.
          
          Leave every child in this house untouched.
          
          If you are there—if there is anything listening—see him.
          
          Not me.
          
          Him.
          
          See the boy who has spent his whole life outrunning the shape of the man who made him.
          
          If pain could be bargained with, then I would lay myself upon the altar without hesitation.
          
          I would pay in full.
          
          Gladly.
          
          Take me.
          
          But not them.
          
          And then the prayer deepened into something far larger than survival.

snippet from the next chapter!! (you guys will be delighted with me)
          
          “That doesn’t mean you should be going around kissing boys in school corridors!”
          
          “It was not a corridor,” Niamh corrected. “It was outside. Near the bins.”
          
          I choked.
          
          Joey turned his face into the wall, shoulders shaking silently.
          
          “Near the—” Bridget stopped, clearly recalculating her entire understanding of the situation. “That is not better, Niamh.”
          
          “It was private,” she insisted. “No one was watching.”
          
          “I am watching now,” Bridget said. “And I do not approve.”
          
          There was a pause. Then, stubborn and certain—
          
          “Well, I approved.”
          
          Joey lost it.
          
          He slapped a hand over his mouth, but the laugh escaped anyway—sharp and muffled, his whole body shaking as he tried to get himself together.
          
          I shoved him lightly. “Shut up.”
          
          “You shut up,” he whispered back, grinning like this was the best thing he’d ever witnessed.
          
          Inside, Bridget exhaled slowly. “Niamh, listen to me. Kissing is not something you just… do.”
          
          “It is,” Niamh said. “I just did it.”
          
          I had to press my forehead against the wall to stop myself from laughing out loud.
          
          —
          
          Inside, Bridget sighed. “Being nice is not enough.”
          
          “It is for now,” Niamh insisted. “I am not marryin’ him.”
          
          That did it.
          
          I clapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the laugh that burst out of me, shoulders shaking as I bent forward slightly.
          
          Joey turned away completely, pressing his forehead to the wall like he needed support.
          
          “She’s about ten steps ahead of everyone,” he whispered.
          
          “I’m so proud,” I whispered back, and I meant it.
          

snippet while i work on the new chaps
          
          “Maeve!”
          
          Aoife’s voice cut through the classroom before I’d even fully stepped inside. She was half out of her seat, arm in the air like she was trying to flag me down across a motorway instead of three rows over.
          
          “Move your arse, will ya!”
          
          I huffed a laugh, heading toward her.
          
          “Well, if it isn’t the long-lost twins,” Alec drawled from his chair, tipping it back slightly as he looked between us. “Jesus Christ, it’s actually freaky.”
          
          Aoife didn’t even slow down—just swung her foot out and kicked the back of his chair.
          
          “Pack it in,” she shot, dropping into her seat beside me and immediately leaning into my side like she belonged there.
          
          Alec barely reacted, just steadied himself and kept going. “No, I’m serious. It’s like someone messed up at the hospital. You and her should be the twins, not you and Kevin.”
          
          I blinked, dropping my bag. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
          
          “It means,” he said, gesturing lazily between us, “same height, same hair, same face half the time. Meanwhile Kevin looks like he was picked up in a different county altogether.”
          
          Aoife snorted, already nudging into me harder. “He’s not wrong, in fairness.”
          
          “Don’t start,” I muttered, elbowing her back.
          
          “No, look at us,” she went on, grabbing my chin and turning my face toward her like she was inspecting it. “We actually do look alike. Bit scary, that.”
          
          “Get off me,” I laughed, swatting her hand away.
          
          “I’m tellin’ you,” Alec added, dead serious now, “if you told me ye were twins, I wouldn’t question it. Kevin’s the odd one out.”
          
          “Kevin’s always been the odd one out,” Aoife shrugged.
          
          “You’re a terrible sister.”
          
          “I’m an honest one.”
          
          I shook my head, smiling despite myself as she leaned back into me again, completely unbothered, her shoulder pressed warm against mine like it was second nature.

oooo the next two chapters yall are gonna hate me 

THANKS FOR 18K READS LOVERS!!!!

new snippet for u guys
          
          “Never let anyone talk down to you,” he said, like he was about to hand her a life-changing secret.
          
          Niamh blinked up at him. “…what’s talk down?”
          
          I let out a quiet snort.
          
          Tadhg nodded seriously. “It’s when someone tries to make you feel small. Like you’re not as good as them—like you’ll just stand there and take it like a gobshite.”
          
          “Ta-dhggg,” I warned from the lounger. “Pack it in.”
          
          “I am packed in,” he called back. “I’m educatin’ the child.”
          
          “You’re a bad influence.”
          
          “I’m a necessary one.”
          
          Niamh giggled, already fully on his side.
          
          “Right, go again,” he said, turning back to her, tone softening. “But stand properly—shoulders back. No one listens to a sloucher.”
          
          I cracked an eye open to see him fixing her posture like she was about to go into battle.
          
          “Chin up.”
          
          She tilted her head too far.
          
          “Jesus, not like you’ve seen a ghost,” he muttered, nudging it back down. “Relax. Confident, yeah?”
          
          She nodded, dead serious.
          
          “Now—say it.”
          
          She took a deep breath.
          
          “…feck off.”
          
          “Language,” I snapped, sitting bolt upright.
          
          Tadhg didn’t even flinch. “We’ll workshop that part later.”
          
          “You’re actually unreal.”
          
          Niamh looked between us, delighted. “Was that good?”
          
          Tadhg dropped into a crouch in front of her, grinning. “That was lethal. Bit more bite next time, though. Like someone stole your last crisp.”
          
          Her eyes widened in horror.
          
          “Exactly,” he nodded. “That’s the energy.”
          
          “…feck off,” she tried again, stronger.
          
          “Oh for—”
          
          “Better!” he praised.
          
          She beamed. “Did I do it right?”
          
          He softened instantly, tapping her nose. “Perfect. But only if someone’s bein’ mean, yeah? Not just for the craic.”
          
          She thought for a second. “…what if they’re mean to Mae?”
          
          Something in me stilled.
          
          Tadhg didn’t even blink.
          
          “Then you absolutely say it,” he said, deadly serious.

Can maeve and joe like kiss please