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“You’re my favorite person in the whole wide world, and I would swap everyone for you. Even Hugh.”
“When they said someone had been saved from the water. I prayed for it to be you.”
“He whispered it in my ear when I came back from the altar.”
i just know mark is going to incite teddy level hatred
“I mean it,” he urged, turning to look at me now. “I can’t lose another person I love.” “You love me?” He nodded sadly as another tear trickled down his cheek. “I love you most of all.”
“Because you can’t have the hots for your sister.”
Tehehe
“I don’t see anyone.” His lips tipped up in the smallest of smiles before he added, “Except for you.”
The heavy weight above me kept me locked in my personal eternal pit of terror.
fuckkkkkk
Claire Biggs had a lot of things. My back. My attention. My heart. My soul. Yeah, she had all of me and that wasn’t an exaggeration.
From as far back as I could remember, my mind had always been very clear about three things. One: Hugh was my brother. Two: Bethany was my sister. Three: Claire was mine.
“Your father’s right—”
she did notttt
“Gibs, I’d let my ma adopt the whole bleeding school if it meant that I got to keep that girl.”
tehe johnny tehe
“Little Shannon.”
feels so nice to read this again i love them
“Okay, okay.” He laughed, surprising me as he quickly forfeited and set me down on my feet. “You win.” “I do?” I replied, breathless. “Since when?” “Since I can’t take it.” He chuckled, still smiling down at me. “Can’t take what?” “Being touched there.”
DTOP
“I know, baby,” Johnny, who was equally drunk, soothed as he rubbed soothing circles on her back. “Joey will be home on Monday.”
MY SHAYLAAAAA
“I just…I love him so much,” she mumbled, clawing and pulling at Johnny as if he would disappear at any minute. “Oh god, but my heart loves you most of all.”
“I’m best man,” Hugh tossed out.
like literally the fact that any of them think it could be them over gerard is insane
he had a tattoo on his left rib cage with the word Resilience in italic font that was decorated with a feather in black, and then a tiny Care Bear on his right hipbone.
omg
“Well, would you look at that,” I whistled, snatching up the phone to get a better look at the chubby, blond-haired infant wrapped in a blue blanket and filling the screen of her phone. “I helped make him.”
AJ FEED ME THE SCRAPS OF AOFIE AND JOEY PLS
“Nah, he’s a Joey. Like Bono. He doesn’t need a last name. Iconic.”
“Jesus Christ, it’s contagious!” Snatching the phone out of Claire’s hand, I tossed it back to Shannon. “Here, put that phone away before that baby’s picture causes an epidemic.”
real af
“Mammy K’s here?” Robbie Mac piped up from further up the table. “Was she wearing the white pants suit? Oh fuck, Gibs, tell me she was wearing the white pants suit.” “The one that shows her thong print?” Pierce asked, reaching over the table to swipe a muffin out of the basket. “That’s the one,”
i have a crush on mammy k too matter of fact ill take the whole fam minus the obvious ones
“Now, close your eyes, Gerard. Take in the feel of the water on your body and how safe you feel right now.” Resisting the urge to press a kiss to his temple, I stroked his cheek with my nose and clamped my thighs around him instead. “I want you to replace the memory of that day with this one.”
this was so cute
And by God was Joey Lynch a stallion.
“Okay, this could actually be fun.” Aoife grinned. “The sex talk, Aoife Molloy style.”
YESSS IM GETTING FED
“I’d be delighted with sons, too, of course, but I’d love to raise a little girl with Shan.” Shrugging, he added, “You know, show her how different it should’ve been for her.”
ugh hes so perfect
“Anyone?” Hugh continued to goad; eyes narrowed on me as he held up his full shot glass. “Anyone at all?”
bro fuck hughieeeee like why
“We’re both fully trained and qualified.”
ok i take back hughie hate bc im pretty sure both of them did that for gerard
Ignoring Johnny’s words of warning, Joey looked to me and repeated, “Who are we fighting, Gussie?”
“Although, if you really want to thank me, you could always make me AJ’s godfather.”
him and lizzie would be an insane combo
“You shouldn’t be afraid to strike out, Gerard.” Reaching down, I stroked his cheek to reassure him. “I would much rather live my life with mistakes under my belt than regrets chipping away at my heart.”
YASSS mind you im sitting under a tree at a baseball field
Maybe, Shannon wasn’t the lucky one. Maybe Aoife was.
they both were 😋😋😋😋😋😋
“I use them,” he replied. “Not everyone listens.”
“I’m seventeen now,” I bit out. “But I was seven when you raped me.” “Don’t…” “I was seven years old when you first raped me!” I said louder, refusing to be silenced a second longer by my fear of this man. “I was eleven years old when you finally stopped!”
fuckkkkkkkk
“Your voice.” He released a pained groan and buried his face in the curve of my neck, hips still thrusting. “I need to hear your voice.” “Why?” “Because I need to know it’s you touching me.”
stop
Aoife explained, and then, waggling her brows, she used her hands to illustrate in detail what I presumed was the length of her boyfriend’s willy, which sort of resembled that of a giant cucumber and mildly terrified me.
WE BEEN KNEWWW HE WAS A STUDDD
“Claire,” Gerard snapped, snaring my attention once more. “Please don’t do this.”
claire stopppp it girl
Opening my handbag, I scooped the lot inside and then bent down to retrieve a folded-up note that had fallen from the pile. Shrugging, I tossed that into my handbag with everything else before racing back outside.
aw shite
“I have to tell.” _______________
BRO DO NOT PMO RN
I’m going to love you through all of this, I mentally told him, even when I do something that’s going to make you hate me.
i canttttttyttttttt
And then, she blew my world when she pointed a finger at me and screamed, “He raped my boyfriend!”
bro this is horrible im so mad like what the fuck what the actualllllll fuck claire
“Good boy. You’re always okay, aren’t ya?”
alright im done
“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, and I love the fucking bones of you, ya mad eejit.”
im crying
“2005.” My best friend shook his head. “What a crazy fucking year, huh?”
“I love you more,” I repeated, tone unwavering. “I want you more. I am disgustingly attracted to you, Gerard Gibson, and nothing about your past can change that.”
