𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡 is rugby's prophet, with the raw talent inherited from his Father and unbreakable strength from his Mother he's set to be the next best thing. He's had his whole life planned out for him and he's okay with that. Until a trauma ridden girl takes over his entire being. 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 has recently moved back to Cork in hopes of starting fresh. Unlike Rory, Nessa embodies none of her parent's traits, and she takes pride in the fact. She wants to keep her head down and get through school so that she can go and pursue her dancing career. Until a bulldozing boy inserts himself into her life and refuses to let go.

(Boys of Tommen fanfic) Maeve Callaghan appears to have the perfect life. Her mother is a retired model, her father is a lawyer, a barrister actually. She goes to Tommen College, alongside her younger brother Quinn. They're rich, and happy...right? Wrong, and Tadgh Lynch knows exactly that.

Vivienne Monroe may live in a beautiful house now, but she knows what it's like to feel unwanted. Adopted at nine after surviving a childhood of neglect, she's learned to keep her past buried beneath perfect smiles and quiet grace. No one at her elite school knows where she really came from - and Vivienne plans to keep it that way. Joey Lynch never had the chance to hide his scars. With an abusive father and a mother too scared to leave, Joey carries the weight of his five siblings on his shoulders. His escape? Drugs, alcohol, and fleeting hookups - anything to feel something other than anger. When Vivienne and Joey's worlds collide, their connection is undeniable. She sees the pain behind his sharp edges, and he finds comfort in her soft presence. But Joey doesn't know the truth - that Vivienne isn't the rich girl he thinks she is. And Vivienne is terrified that if he finds out, he'll see her the way she's spent years trying to forget. Two broken hearts. One chance at love. But some secrets are too heavy to stay hidden forever. ----- joey lynch x fem!oc ©liawrit3ss

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇. ↳ " i don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch everybody wants you everybody wonders what it would be like to love you " 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ... darcy gibson meets the bright blue eyed boy with ocean eyes- the one who doesn't just walk into her life, but pulls her out of the wreckage she was quietly drowning in. ( johnny kavanagh x fem oc ) ( plot points are altered ) [ started: 6/16/25 ended: 8/2/25 ] #1 johnnykavanagh - july 30 #1 tommen

𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 (𝟏𝟔) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐠 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐡-𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐆 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝟏𝟔) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦? 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨. 𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲?

"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)

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 He was so happy. How was he so happy all the time? Nobody is that happy. It's impossible. ____________________________________ 𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 I hated everything about myself. The way my body matured differently than Shannon's. The way my body was curved and built for the eyes of man. I hated me. I hated everything. 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐍 I was funny. Not as funny as my brother. I had a nice smile, my mother told me so(but she wouldn't believe me if I had told her) I was good at smiling, it made me look happy and that made me feel happy. I wanted to wipe any unhappy memories out of my brain, I wanted to clean the dirt dug into my skin. But I can't. So I'm just happy. 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟖 BOYS OF TOMMEN FANFIC #1 Shannonlynch (12/29/24 #1 chloewalsh (1/6/25

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

Rory Kavanagh x Spencer Holland This is a Boys of Tommen fan fiction, following Shannon and Johnny's son Rory and Shane Holland's niece Spencer. This story is the first instalment in my 'Tommen Next Class' and is connected to my 'Boys of Tommen You' Series All of these characters belong to Chloe Walsh, I do not claim any of her characters as my own, this is purely for fun. TW: This story will include character death(flashbacks), doing drugs, selling drugs, bullying, fighting, swearing, smoking, mental illnesses and overall a lot of trauma. There will also be some explicit scenes that are 16+. I will however be putting specific warnings for different chapters, so you can avoid triggers. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! (Comment any questions or suggestions that you have for me)

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.