"To love me, you need to love my scars too. And I don't know if you're prepared to do that." When the girl that has made it her life mission to protect does everything in her power to deflect the apologies of the boy who hurt her sister. In which Johnny Kavanagh desperately tries to earn Niamh Lynch's forgiveness, unprepared for the distruction getting to know her would cause. Yet, he stays by her side until every wound is stitched up. started: 29.03.2025 finished: wordcount: (Trigger warnings inside) (Johnny Kavanagh x Femoc) (B13 - K13 ) (all credits go to Chloe Walsh and everyone else involved in the making of the Boys of Tommen series. I only own my ocs and their plots.) #1 : hughiebiggs (30.04.2025)

" baby i would die for you" In which Elaine Andrews needs a place to sleep and her best friend Rose insists that it's okay for her to crash at her Aunt's place with her. And suddenly, Elaine and Rose are on the run from assassins trying to kill them, with an unknown FBI agent that Rose thinks is the love of Elaine's life. Based on Netflix's The Night Agent Peter Sutherland X femoc! Rose Larkin X maleoc! (season 1-?) All rights go to Netflix and Shawn Ryan besides my original characters Elaine and Jake and their plots

❛𝑖, 𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔❜ ❛𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛❜ ❛𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦❜ ❛𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦❜ ❛𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑢𝑠, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦❜ In which Athena gets roped into her best friend's family's secret life. 𝑁𝑒𝑡𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑥𝑠: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐴𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 - 𝑡𝑏𝑑 𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑜𝑐

Joey bloody Lynch. The local junkie of Elk Terrace and, lucky me, my next-door neighbour. When I first moved here, I'll admit, I was curious. I mean, he's got that whole brooding, strung-out thing going on. I used to wonder, what's his deal? Who is he, really? What's the story behind the lanky lad who looks like he hasn't eaten in three days and acts like the world owes him something? Well, spoiler alert: he's a walking disaster. Personality-wise, he's an absolute car crash. Rude. Arrogant. Moody as sin. Honestly, one year. That's what Auntie Lisa promised. And then I can go. Back to London. Back to people who actually know how to hold a conversation without twitching every five seconds. But here I am, stuck in some grim corner of Ireland with Joey Lynch keeping me awake every bloody night. He's in my head like a bad pop song. And maybe that's what hate does. It doesn't burn hot-it festers. Keeps you up. Gnaws at you. And yet, for some infuriating reason, I can't look away. *** Olivia bleedin' Smith. Lives right next door, and thinks she's queen of the estate. Walks around like she's got a crown on her head and diamonds in her shoes. You'd take one look at her and think, "Ah, she's sweet. Bit posh. Keeps her head down." But nah. That girl's got fire in her belly and a tongue like a feckin' dagger. She's the type that'll look you dead in the eye, tell you exactly what she thinks of you, and not even flinch. And trust me, she's told me plenty. Thinks she's above it all - above me. Gives me this look sometimes, like I'm some grubby stain on her fancy trainers. All sharp jawlines and pouty lips, always flicking her hair like she's in some perfume ad. She's insufferable. Stubborn as hell. Always has to have the last word. And yet... there's something about her. Something I can't shake. She's like nicotine. One glare from her and I'm hooked. Can't decide if I want to scream at her or kiss her just to shut her up.

forelsket (n.) the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love. ---- "Fuck you." "When and where?" ---- Fem oc x Male oc Soccer/party girl x mechanic/nerd boy #1 - shannonlynch #1 - hughiebiggs #1 - johnny #1 - ireland #1 - johnnykavanagh

He didn't believe in second chances. She didn't believe in people. Tadgh Lynch had spent most of his life angry. Angry at his father. Angry at himself. Angry at a world that didn't stop burning even after everything he loved had already gone up in smoke. Now sixteen, living under someone else's roof, wearing the number 11 stitched into the back of his jersey, he was still trying to outrun a ghost with his mother's eyes and a monster's voice. Everyone in Tommen knew who he was - the hothead with a rugby number and a bruised knuckle, the smile that meant trouble, the boy who never stayed long enough to get hurt. Flora Feely? She didn't care. Quiet, awkward, sharp as broken glass when she spoke, Flora had mastered the art of staying unnoticed. It was easier that way. People couldn't leave if they never really saw you. And she was tired - tired of silence in her house, tired of being Patrick Feely's little sister, tired of pretending her heart hadn't gone cold the day her father walked out and her mam didn't ask him to stay. She didn't plan on noticing Tadgh Lynch. He didn't plan on needing her. But sometimes the fire in you recognizes the fire in someone else - and it doesn't matter how much you try to smother it. It burns anyway.

The middle child of a fractured family, Joey Lynch has been the reluctant protector of his younger siblings and struggling mother since he was twelve. Weighed down by responsibilities far beyond his years, Joey is torn between the pull of a better future and the harsh reality of a life defined by sacrifice. Anger simmers beneath his surface, and the lure of addiction threatens to drown him. The only glimmer of hope in his chaotic world is his fiery, sharp-witted best friend -a girl who just so happens to be his classmate. Orla O'Neill is trapped between her own dreams and the weight of being the perfect daughter her parents expect. That careful balance shatters on her first day of secondary school when she crosses paths with a boy whose intensity stirs a curiosity she can't ignore. Irresistibly drawn to one another, Orla searches for the truth behind Joey's hardened exterior, while he fights to shield her from the darkness he's trying to outrun. All rights to the boys of Tommen character go to Chloe Walsh apart from my oc

His face was torn. His tone sharp. Eyes sleepy and bleary, but redshot. He couldn't smile this time. It was too heavy. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐥𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫? 𝐈𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞? 𝑩𝑶𝒀𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑵 𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 2