#saving 6 chloe walsh

[phantomdialogue]

“No matter what, I would be right beside him, ready to pull him back to safety. Even if it meant that I lost myself in the process.”

not done with saving 6 quite yet but i have been thinking about this quote all day

[mzradyer]

like the river x bulldozer

shannon lynch and johnny kavanagh from biding 13 and keeping 13 (boys of tommen #1 & #2) by chloe walsh

[sockiess]

hiii!!! if your up for it could you write something for johnny kavanagh like maybe something fulffy? it’s totally okay if you dont want to though!!!

Anon you have no idea how much I love and appreciate you🙏🙏 I have been waiting for a request on Johnny🙏 #numberonebookboyfriend

Shannon doesn’t exist in this fic and the reader basically takes place of her (I love my girl shannon though don’t worry!)

Sick Day

Warnings: none besides mentions of feeling sick!

I laid in bed covered by blankets and yet I was still shivering. I felt horrible and haven’t slept a wink all night. I knew that I had to leave for school soon but I just couldn’t find the strength to get up.

I was about to cry from my headache and exhaustion I heard a soft knock on my door. “Baby you awake?” I hear Johnny’s voice softly ask behind the door. I found comfort in his voice and all I wanted to do was curl up into him. I heard my door softly open and close before feeling the bed dip down beside me. Johnny’s hands softly rubbed at my scalp before he leaned down and kissed the side of my head. “It’s time to get up baby” He softly whispered into my ear as he started to rub soothing circles on my arm. All I could do was groan. My whole body hurt and the thought of getting up made me want to cry. “Come on baby” Johnny whispered as he softly sat me up. “There’s my sleepy girl” Johnny smiled as he brushed my sweaty hair away from my face. I let my head fall into his chest as I breathed his comforting scent in.

“What’s wrong baby?” Johnny softly asked as he rubbed my back. He gently moved me away from his chest before kissing my forehead. He immediately pulled back and frowned and then moved the back of his hand to my forehead. “Jesus you’re burning up” Johnny said. “Stay right here” He instructed me as he quickly left my room. I would have gone down and eavesdropped to what he was talking about to doing but I just didn’t have the strength to.

about 5 minutes later Johnny came back in with his mom Edel this time. “Oh pet you don’t look like you’re feeling well” Edel’s soft voice said. “I’m not” I confessed. Both Johnny and Edel gave me a sympathetic look. “Well you just stay home and rest today” Edel said. “I’ll let Johnny stay home as well to take care of you.” Edel said smiling. That brought a smile to my face. “Now I know the rules I have set but I have faith that my son won’t get any notions while you’re in the condition you’re in” Edel said smiling and sending Johnny a look. “Jesus ma!” Jonny said while looking horrified. “Can we not talk about sex while my girlfriend is on the brink of death” Johnny said, the pitch in his voice getting higher. “I was just saying that I trusted you” Edel said defensively. “Well thank you Ma” Johnny grumbled.

30 Minutes later I was in Johnny’s bed with a cold washcloth set on my forehead and a movie playing on his tv. “If you want to move somewhere else like the living room or back to room let me know” Johnny whispered as he kissed my forehead. I didn’t, I loved the comfort of his room and his bed that smelled like him.

“I’ll be right back” Johnny said before getting up. When he opened his door Sookie ran in and laid on the bed next to me. “Hi sookie” I smiled and petted her. “Keep her company Sookie” Johnny smiled down at the old sweet dog and give her a little pet before quickly kissing me on the forehead.

When Johnny came back he had some medicine in his hands and a bottle of water. “Here baby you have to take these” Johnny said. He handed me the water bottle and medicine and I took it, feeling grateful for the way the cool water soothed my sore throat. Sookie got up and went and laid down at the end of the bed so Johnny could sit down beside me. Before Johnny could sit down I softly grabbed his hand. He looked up at me “you ok?” He asked before moving hair away from my face. “Can I wear one of your t-shirts?” I asked softly. Johnny smiled before moving to his dresser and pulling out a T-shirt for me. “This one ok?” He asked me, holding up the shirt. I nodded softly. Johnny walked over and helped me out of the hoodie that I was wearing, and sweated through, before helping me put on his shirt.

Johnny sat back down beside me before he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and softly pulled me into his chest. “Johnny you’re going to get sick” I whispered. “Don’t care” he replied. As much as I didn’t want him to get sick I still nuzzled my face into his chest, I mean i’m sick so I should get a free pass on being a little selfish.

A wave of exhaustion hit me as I curled up into his warm chest some more. I felt Johnny dip his head down before placing a kiss at the top of my head and pulling the blanket up. Before I fully fell asleep I head Johnny’s voice whisper “goodnight my little darling sleep well” and pulled me closer into his chest. I finally let the sleep that i’ve been craving for so long finally take over.

I don’t know how long I was asleep for before I woke up but when I did Johnny wasn’t in bed with me. I frowned and searched his room for him. When I saw that the his bathroom door was open and he wasn’t in there I decided to get up and look for him. My whole body ached as I stepped out of his bed but I came to the realization that It didn’t ache as much as it did this morning and smiled at the thought that I was getting better. I softly went downstairs and headed towards the kitchen when I heard movement.

When I stepped into the kitchen Johnny was there making me soup. I softly smiled at the sight of him stirring the soup in the pot. I walked over and wrapped my arms around him. “You’re supposed to be in bed” Johnny said, though I could hear the smile in his voice. “You weren’t in bed with me when I woke up, wanted to see where you were” I whispered into his back. “I’m making you soup” he said with a big boyish smile on his face.

After a few hours and 3 bowls of soup later we all heard the chaos of my little brothers coming home from school. I smiled as you could hear Tadgh and Ollie arguing. After a few minutes there was a soft knock on the door and Edel came in, “How are you feeling pet?” She asked me, giving me a sympathetic look. “I’m feeling a lot better thanks to Johnny” I replied, smiling at the boy whose chest I was currently resting my head on. “Oh good!” Edel said smiling before leaving the room and closing the door.

“I love you” I told Johnny as I looked up at him and smiled. “I love you too” Johnny said before kissing the top of my head for the thousandth time today. “Thank you for taking care of me” I said. “I’ll always take care of you my little darling” Johnny said smiling. I nuzzled my face into his chest feeling tired once again and as i let sleep take over me I felt a feeling that I could never get sick of.

I felt safe.

i did not mean to make it this long but i’ve been wanting to write for Johnny since like August so I got a little carried away, oops���

I didn’t know if you wanted Fem reader, gn reader, or Male reader so if you want me to change the pronouns or anything please let me know!!

as always thank you so much for your request 🙏 sorry it took a couple days I’ve actually been sick LMAO which is what inspired this story in the first place 😁 If you want me to add or change anything please let me know!! I appreciate you anon!!

[evacrstairs]

when everything’s made to be broken, i just want you to know who i am...

boys of tommen (joeyaoife) headers. like or reblog if you save or use, please. 👼🏻

art by btzart_ commissioned by johnnyshannonn

[wishicouldkeepconcentration]

currently obtaining an unhealthy obsession over the book series i’m not even done with the second book of, the first two books’ male lead, bulldozing, calling people eejits, edel’s scones, and track nine. thank you, chloe walsh, i’d like to ask for the hand of johnny kavanagh in marriage.

[maiaalc]

[kiperea]

boys of tommen series has broken my heart </3

[slt4kavanagh]

relationship headcannons

pairing! joey lynch x fem!reader

tw: none !

masterlist !

ᯓ★ he’s the kind of love that sneaks up on you—quiet but all-consuming. doesn’t fall easy, but once he does, it’s fierce, protective, and all-in.

ᯓ★ his love is nurturing in the most unexpected ways—making you tea without asking, rubbing your back in silence, handing you a hoodie without a word when you’re cold.

ᯓ★ sarcastic as hell. constantly teasing you, calling you “smartarse” or “woman” with a smug little smirk, especially when you give it back.

ᯓ★ always touching you. hand on your thigh, arm around your waist, pinkies linked. even when he’s distracted, he keeps that connection.

ᯓ★ sleeps shirtless. his tattoos and scars out on display. he never flinches when you touch them—just closes his eyes and lets you trace the stories etched into his skin.

ᯓ★ fiercely protective. someone upsets you? he’s immediately like, “names. now.” calm on the outside, but ready to ruin someone.

ᯓ★ loves when you play with his hair. will melt into your lap without a word after a long day and let you run your fingers through it until he falls asleep.

ᯓ★ he’ll cook for you when he can—toasties, soup, the odd fry-up. always grumbles about it but watches you eat with a quiet kind of pride.

ᯓ★ brutally honest. if you’re overthinking or spiralling, he’ll just look at you and go, “babe. stop. come here,” before pulling you into his arms and holding you until you settle.

ᯓ★ gets quietly jealous. won’t make a scene, just pulls you closer, throws an arm over your shoulder, leans in and says something low like, “you’re mine, yeah?”

ᯓ★ he doesn’t like big gestures, but he remembers the little things—how you take your tea, the song you hum when you’re anxious, the exact way you like to be held.

ᯓ★ doesn’t say “i love you” often, but when he does, it’s with full eye contact, voice low and rough, like the words taste too big in his mouth but he means every one.

ᯓ★ if he ever sees you cry, his whole world stops. wipes your tears with the back of his hand and says, “who do i have to hurt?” half-serious, half-breaking.

ᯓ★ absolutely the type to give you his hoodie and then complain you never give it back, even though he loves that it smells like you now.

ᯓ★ when he misses you, he’ll send one-word texts like “home?” or “you?”, because he’s not good at saying it���but he feels it more than anyone ever could.

[your-mommy-ems]

I need mutuals who have read the Boys of Tommen series so I can fangirl with them.

[sunkissedscribbles]

☆ 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺’𝑆 𝐺𝑂𝑁𝑁𝐴 𝐻𝑈𝑅𝑇 𝑌𝑂𝑈, 𝐵𝐴𝐵𝑌

PAIRING: lizzie young x patrick feely TW: self-harm, blood and injury imagery, grief and loss, mentions of suicide, sexual abuse (implied, brief), emotional breakdown/panic attack aftermath (resulting in sh), depression, dissociation, numbness, trauma responses, emotional abandonment (implied), mentions of psychiatric hospitalisation, emotional abuse (implied) WORD COUNT: 1.3k A/N: this is more of a little disclaimer than anything—I read Seven Sleepless Nights by Chloe Walsh the other week, and started wondering what might’ve happened if Lizzie turned to Patrick instead of Hughie in their chapters—and so I rewrote that scene with the possibility of Patrick and Lizzie being endgame in mind. I’m not here to argue ships or start any drama! I fully respect everyone’s opinions (even if they’re different from mine), so please keep the space kind.  SONGS: Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby by Cigarettes After Sex

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LIZZIE YOUNG

I did it again.

The scissors’ blades cut deep into my flesh, blood spilling from my thighs and painting my whole existence crimson. Again, and again, and again.

My fingers were bloodied and my movements furious as I continued to carve my skin, my flesh—my legs that looked like hers. The thoughts were there, inside my head, gnawing at me and eating me alive.

Block it out.

Block them out.

It’s all only in your head now.

She’s gone, Lizzie.

Looking in the mirror, I’d only see her. Caoimhe. Her blond locks, her blue eyes, her trauma—they were all there, all the time, in every mirror, in every window, following me around like a ghost that lived inside me while I wore her appearance.

With Hughie finally off my mind, after years of mutual pining but him never leaving Katie, I still had this. The anger, the guilt, the what-ifs—Caoimhe’s legacy and my heritage.

“Fuck,” I groaned before the scissors fell from my grip and my eyelids closed, eyelashes wet and one tear riding down each cheek, using the same path the previous ones left, fast and furious like Shannon—the river—overflowing on a rainy day.

My thighs were numb—all my senses were—as I rounded the back door from the farm and stepped into the kitchen. My head felt like it was underwater, my touch dream-like, just a faint feeling of the night breeze playing with my hair. The cuts stung, but only barely, as the usual numbness started taking over my body again.

Moving quietly and with practised ease, in nothing but a shirt way-too-long used as a nightdress, bloodied at the hem and tear-stained on the breast, I avoided the steps that creaked when stepped on like muscle memory and turned right to his bedroom door.

I didn’t bother calling him, nor texting him if I could come over.

It was dark in the house, but I knew he was still awake because the faint warm light of his reading lamp swam out into the hallway under the door, illuminating my way just enough not to trip over anything.

PATRICK FEELY

My door opened slowly, just enough for her to peek inside, her blue eyes finding mine immediately.

Seeing her eyes, all red from crying and with a distant look in them, I shot up from the bed and crossed the room in two long strides, new lyrics discarded on an instant while taking in the bloodied hem of her shirt, and all the need for sleep vanished from my eyes and body.

Fuck, Lizzie.

She cut again.

I didn’t ask anything, not at first. I just pulled her inside and clicked the door closed with one hand while the other hoisted the girl against my body.

“Let it out. I’m here, Liz. You’re safe,” I encircled her waist with both arms, holding her steadily, hoping to bring her some comfort in the madness that was her life.

The madness that was her memories.

Her guilt.

Her never-ending grief.

That was all it took for her to break down sobbing again, probably not for the second time tonight. She buried her face into my neck, and I placed one hand to the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair as I held my anger back.

I was angry at Caoimhe for her suicide.

I was angry at Mark for what he did to her.

I was angry at the fucking world for letting Lizzie Young down so many times.

But she was angry enough by herself, didn’t need mine, even if it was because of shared reasons. Especially if it was because of common ones.

My hand that wasn’t occupied with her blond locks squeezed her waist gently, “Can I see?” I murmured into her hair.

She tensed up but then relaxed immediately when I gave her hair a comforting kiss, and she nodded.

I knelt down in front of her and tugged the now maroon-tinted fabric up enough to see her thighs.

Fuck, these are deep.

“Baby,” I gasped, voice trembling slightly as I lifted my gaze to meet hers, hands gripping her hips—not to hurt her but enough to show her I care. “Please tell me you told your—”

She shook her head, now shaking violently with fear and the exhaustion she hadn’t acknowledged. “Y-you can’t tell either!” she choked out.

“Liz—”

“No!” she sobbed again. “I’m not fucking dense, Patrick! You know where they’ll send me if they find out I’m cutting again!”

She was right.

Fuck, I knew that.

But she was, first and foremost, someone who needed help.

“Alright, alright,” I squeezed her closer to myself, pressing my lips to her abdomen through the shirt. “I won’t tell. But you can’t keep doing this, baby. This isn’t coping,” my tone was firm, but also made it obvious how much I cared for her. She needed to realise she can’t keep doing this. But she also had to know I would be there every step of the way.

“Will you let me help you?” I was still kneeling in front of her, my hands now reaching for hers.

And she nodded. Not continuously. But even if it was a faint, singular one, she nodded.

She was sitting on the bed while I stitched her up—she asked me where I learnt it, but I’d rather not tell her it was because of the animals on the farm.

I hadn’t known if telling would have sent her spiralling again or drawing a laugh from those pretty, plump and kissable lips of hers.

She was gripping my hair, even though she would have never admitted the stitches hurt. She wasn’t one to admit to pain. Wasn’t one to talk—never had been. She’d rather bear everything coming her way in silence, bottle it all up and let it explode in the end. And she’d never ask for help. Not from her parents, not from her friends, and not from me. She’d push us away and keep us at arm’s length, but she’d always come back in the end. To me.

Without as much as a question, I pulled her bloodied shirt over her head and gently helped her change into one of my oversized band tees. Green Day. Because I know she likes them. And because she loves the material of the shirt.

She didn’t protest.

“There we go,” I coaxed, kissing her stitches on her thigh one last time before climbing into bed.

I didn’t tell her she had to sleep with me that night.

Didn’t force anything.

I just lifted the duvet as a suggestion, an option that was up to her to take or leave.

But I was hoping for her decision to be the former.

LIZZIE YOUNG

I stared at him for a few moments, weighed my options: fight or flight. Stay and let him in a little more, or bolt and push him away.

He waited. Didn’t scoff after a good few seconds of my staring contest with the space beside him.

And he didn’t tell me to get in beside him. Didn’t push, didn’t command or demand.

He wasn’t like Hughie, and certainly wasn’t like Pierce.

If he had been, he’d have had me under him after he kissed the stitches. In fact, if he hadn’t been Patrick, there would have been no stitches to kiss in the first place. Only wounds, still ripped open.

But I was glad it was him. He’d never made me feel like I was a pretty face and nice legs only. He didn’t make me feel like the so-called viper.

He made me feel seen and heard, and cared for. He made me feel like a rose—beautiful, each petal in the spiral a layer, and the symbol of love despite its thorns.

And that was why I climbed under his duvet and let him see me without the sass and the walls I built.

Because with him, I was safe.

With him, I wasn’t the Viper. I wasn’t defined by my attitude and problems.

Because he had my heart, and I had his.

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[mndfckk]

"so, you like the color yellow?”

“it recently became my favorite.”

“is that so?”

“that’s so, molloy.”

“my favorite color is yellow, too.”

“it’s a good color on you.”

suspensions and stilettos, saving 6

[phantomdialogue]

˗ˏˋ. ݁₊ ✶ ˖ 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟔 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐡 - 𝟒.𝟓/𝟓 ☆ . ݁ ˖ˎˊ˗

boys of tommen book three

premise: joey lynch's life is far from easy as the sole protector of his siblings after his older brother abandons them. aoife molloy's life is turned upside down when the cute boy she meets on the first day of first year just happens to also work for her father and has cement walls around his heart. their feelings don't get any easier to handle as the circumstances surrounding joey's broken home get worse by the month and he leans on a unsteady crutch of a fearsome addiction. aoife wants to save joey, but to be saved, he has to let her in.

couple: joey lynch and aoife molloy

tropes: slight sports romance, high school age romance, friends to lovers, slow burn, grumpy/sunshine, broken boy

CHECK TRIGGER WARNINGS BEFORE READING!! - includes themes such as physical and verbal abuse (familial mostly), heavy drug use, sexual harassment, and more.

available on kindle unlimited

review below!

review:

wow... this one... this one hurt. in the best way possible. and i know the next one will hurt more. i will say that i didn't expect this whole book to be before binding 13 takes place but i did enjoy that a lot. i think it makes a lot of sense for these characters and getting to see what rich history they have really makes everything that we saw from them in binding and keeping 13 so much more important and meaningful.

joey lynch is such a complex character and i think one of the things i love most about this series is how every character, for the most part, is a victim of abuse and written in a way that makes them so understandable because of that even with their flaws. i think joey is a perfect example of that as well. he has so much trauma from darren leaving and protecting his siblings and trying (or not trying) to protect himself and we see it all manifest in this vicious drug addiction. while on one hand you want to scream at the book and tell him not to do it, i think the author does a great job in making you understand and see why he does it. as well, his relationship with aoife is so vital to the story and understanding why he is the way he is. he's aware of his problems and as a reader, you see that in the way he realizes that he's hurting aoife even if he really truly loves her.

aoife is such an interesting character that i really relate to in a way. she has this more understated family trauma compared to joey with her father's infidelity but we really see it come through in her relationship with paul and a bit with joey too. she has some deep insecurities and i think those insecurities are what makes her attach herself so strongly to joey. but even having said that, it's part of what makes her fall in love so much harder with joey. because while paul doesn't try to change similar to her father, joey does. there is a comfort to her in the fact alone that joey does try even if he's not successful. i think that it's one of the things that makes their relationship so strong because i think they understand each other to a certain degree that makes them more willing to be what the other person needs.

johnny and shannon have my heart. don't get me wrong. they will always be the OG couple. but... i think from a writing strength point... joey and aoife are the arguably better couple. they've got so much deep history that really pushes them up the ranking to be this strong couple that i think, with a bit of work in this next book, are soulmates in a way. i loved this book and i loved the characters so much. but i won't lie and say that this has to go below keeping 13 for me because i'm truly so excited to get johnny and gibsie back in the narrative in this next book. i think these books and these characters work best all together and for me personally, the ballylaggin characters didn't support the book as much as the tommen characters did in binding and keeping 13.

q & a:

are they endgame? - obviously these thoughts could change with the next book but i'm pretty sure they won't. these two are endgame. i believe that so strongly. i think they really need time apart which they are going to get but with that, i think they are the most solid endgame i've read in a while. maybe they need some therapy but i don't think that it would be from a couples therapy perspective and instead more so just dealing with their individual trauma.

did i cringe? - i have to say yes... BUT i think that i cringed in a way that felt right for the book. these are two flawed characters, joey especially, and so they do have their moments where they mess up and they really do profoundly mess up at times. those are the parts that i cringed simply because it was realistic and you felt that pang in your chest that makes you go "oh... ow" and so it's more of an emotional cringe than a weirded out cringe.

favorite part? - i am unsure... but not in a bad way. it's good that i can't place one favorite part. there are some things that immediately stand out to me as some of my favorites which are aoife's understanding and desire to understand joey, joey's inner dialogue, and joey's relationship with tony. i think it was so interesting to read about aoife wanting so badly to be there for joey. she didn't want to do it from a standpoint of getting something from him and instead just wanted to understand and support him which he hasn't gotten before. so getting to read that really stood out to me and her unwavering support even when being exposed to some of the darker parts of him really stuck. joey as a character is a little harder to understand in binding and keeping 13 simply because i think he has such a strong inner dialogue that really contributes to him and making the reader become attached to him. i think that's one of the things i'm looking most forward to in the next book because he goes through a lot specifically in keeping 13 that i want to read from his perspective. joey's relationship with tony also really stood out to me because he obviously does not have a supportive father figure normally but we see tony really take him under his wing and treat him like his son and it's something so special for joey. he spends so long trying to respect tony and stay away from aoife because he cares about that relationship so much and i loved reading about that. and of course... i can't possibly not mention the johnny and gibsie cameo in the bar because oh i love them. i can't wait to get them back in this next book.

least favorite part? - the first thing that comes to mind is the ending honestly. i think that the ending for binding 13 really revved you up until this final cliffhanger moment and so i honestly expected that to happen here again. however, it didn't. it's a very relaxed ending and i think it weakens the book a little bit which is why it's just barely above binding 13 for me. after binding 13, i had this IMMEDIATE need to start keeping 13. but with this book, i felt like it's one of those books where if i wasn't so invested in the characters already, i would be able to wait a while before picking the next book up and that felt so weak compared to binding and keeping 13. it's not a bad ending per say but i think that with the way the previous books ended, i was expecting more.

favorite quotes (some spoilers here, of course, but minimal):

“I might not be the biggest dog in the fight,” I begrudgingly conceded, “but I always have the sharpest teeth.”

“I don’t want fifty more girls,” I replied, twisting back to find her still watching me. “I just want that girl.”

“Does it matter?” I countered, needing to regain some ground I had lost to this powerhouse of a girl. “We both know that you’ll be calling me ‘baby’ by the end of the day.”

With whatever I had inside of me, I would protect and defend them from harm. They would never have to sit behind a barricaded bedroom door with a hurley in hand. I would be here to do it for them.

Can’t you hear me? You’re going to die in this house. If you don’t get away from him, you’re going to die here. I can feel it in my bones…

“You’re my favorite friend, with my favorite everything.”

“I’m not afraid of loving a boy,” I told her honestly. “I’m afraid of losing myself in one.”

“You have five minutes and then I’m leaving.” Grinning in victory, I patted his chest before stepping aside and moving for the shower. “I’ll be ready in twenty minutes.” “Ten,” he bit out, swinging the bathroom door open. “Or I’m leaving without you.” “Twenty,” I called over my shoulder as I dropped my towel and climbed into the shower. “You can wait in my room.” The bathroom door slammed behind him, and then I heard him say, “Fifteen and that’s final.” “Twenty,” I crooned, thoroughly enjoying his agitation. “You’re a pain in my hole.”

“Please just stay.” He paused to release another slow breath before continuing. “This is the only time it’s ever stopped. Please don’t break it.” “This is the only time what’s ever stopped?” I croaked out, feeling my heart thunder wildly in my chest. “And don’t break what?” “My head,” he mumbled, before adding, “The quiet.”

“Bullshit. Comfortable isn’t as good as it gets,” Joey challenged, narrowing his eyes. “You shouldn’t settle for comfortable, Molloy. You shouldn’t settle for anything less than being in love to the point of madness. The only person that you should be settling for is the person who unsettles you the most. The person who drives you to the brink of suicide because he or she makes you feel so fucking much that you can’t catch your breath or remotely function without them. “And what’s more is you won’t want to. You won’t want to breathe, or feel, or fucking function without them. That’s how you’ll know that it’s a real relationship, Molloy. Only when you’re feeling the most discomfort you’ve ever felt in your entire life should you even consider settling. Because that’s when you’ll know you’re in love, which sounds to me like a hell of a lot nicer way to live than settling for someone you have nothing in common with because it’s comfortable.”

“I’m wearing jeans tonight.” “Not in my head.”

He wasn’t violent by nature. He was violent because he wasn’t nurtured at home.

Tread carefully, the beating muscle in my chest commanded, because if you let her in, if you let yourself fall for this girl, you’ll never recover. Forget that shit, she’s already in. Keep her.

“I see you, Joey Lynch,” she continued, stroking her nose against mine. “Yeah,” I replied in a gruff tone. “I see you too, Molloy.” “No.” Shaking her head, she shifted closer, pressing her body flush against mine. “I mean that I see you.” My heart thundered wildly in my chest, though on the outside I didn’t move a muscle. “If you really saw me, the real me, you’d be running by now.” A sad smile pulled at her lips. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

“The quintessential lost boy.” Her lips grazed mine as she spoke. “Don’t worry, Peter Pan, I’ll be your Wendy.”

“It’s nice to be nice, Johnny.” “Yeah, I know you were, Gibs, but those people are strangers, and what did we say about you talking to strangers?” “Don’t do it?” “Exactly.”

Their lack of faith in me only strengthened my determination to not fuck this up, whatever the hell this was.

Being with her made me want to keep a clear head because I wanted to remember her. I wanted to be in the moment with her and not just float through it. Because she was Molloy. My friend. Maybe even my best friend.

“Don’t hate me, Molloy,” Joey mumbled, falling into the passenger seat the moment I let him go to open the car door. “You’re all I have to wake up for in the morning.”

“I need you to stay right here with me, because if you leave me now, I won’t be able to breathe until I see you again.”

“You’re so strange.” He threw his head back and laughed. “I love it.” “You mean you love me,” I teased, grinning up at him. “Yeah, Molloy.” His eyes burned with sincerity when he said, “That’s exactly what I mean.”

“It’s like you know you’re about to get your ass handed to you by exposing yourself to this person, and you know that you’re fucking around on the edge of something that could potentially break and ruin you, but it’s just so damn thrilling, so consumingly addicting that you’re willing to take the risk and do just about anything to be with that person.”

“I want you to know that you’ve been the best part of my day every day since I was twelve years old.”

“Maybe if you did a little more staying, she wouldn’t have to do so much chasing.”

“Before, during, after.” I shrugged helplessly. “It still stands.”

[mzradyer]

queen x stud

aoife molloy and joey lynch from saving 6 and redeeming 6 (boys of tommen #3 & #4) by chloe walsh

[somewhere-in-the-rain]

in my ✨ traumatic romance book era ✨

I finished Binding 13 last night and just sobbed for about 20 minutes on my bedroom floor

[adrianvokov]

headers joeyaoife like

[allisluv]

this is gonna hit a very niche target audience BUT i’m re-reading binding 13 rn and i’m begging for requests for the boys of tommen characters, specifically joey, johnny, shannon, gibsie, katie or aoife!! requests are open! 💌