Rory Kavanagh X OC girl We held each other tight before the night was over You looked over your shoulder Oh, I was doing fine Most characters belong to Chloe Walsh and her series Boys of Tommen. This is about second generation!

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)

Rory Kavanagh. The best rugby player Tommen has ever seen-well, besides his da, obviously. Johnny Kavanagh. The Johnny Kavanagh. Our parents are basically joint at the hip, best mates since they were kids. And naturally, me and Rory just... became mates too. That's the deal. That's what we said we'd be. Friends. Right? Friends. But like-come on. Have you seen him? His abs? That man has a six-pack like he's sculpted from marble. His hair? Brown and silky, like-like a shampoo ad or somethin'. And those eyes? The kind of blue that makes you forget your own name. I swear to God, I'm not even being dramatic. So yeah... maybe I've a teeny, tiny, miniscule crush on him. Can you blame me? No. No, you can't. I won't hear it. But I'm not saying a thing. No way. What if he just laughs? That'd kill me. So for now, I'll just pretend I don't stare at him for longer than is normal when he talks. For now, it's just friendship. Grand. ...But what if he does feel the same? *** Bethany Gibson. Jaysus. She's been my best friend since we were in playschool, like actually since nappies. She's pure chaos-loud, mad, always in trouble for something-but I wouldn't change a thing about her. Not one thing. She's class. Gorgeous too. Not just like "oh she's grand," no-proper gorgeous. Her blonde curls bounce when she laughs, and I swear it's like the sun's just following her around. Her eyes? Silver. Like not even grey-silver, like a flipping fairy or something. Every time she looks at me, I forget what I was saying. Which is not ideal when you're trying to seem normal, right? I've fancied her since I was about seven. Maybe six. But what am I supposed to do? Tell her? What if she just laughs and goes, "Ah you're gas," and then pats me on the head like I'm some lost puppy? I'd actually evaporate from shame. But then again... what if she does like me back? What if all this time I was too scared to see it?

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.

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

She's the new girl, and everyone's obsessed with her. Perfect grades. Perfect looks. Perfect confidence. She doesn't need anyone, doesn't try to impress anyone. Guys want her, girls want to be her, and the whole school watches her like she's some kind of goddess. 𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 was the definition of control. A quiet perfectionist, she lived her life by a strict schedule, keeping everyone at arm's length. Smart, composed, and flawless, no one could break through her walls. That is, until Nathan noticed her. 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 was naturally brilliant, but unlike Sophia, he thrived in chaos. He didn't need to plan-he simply did what he wanted. And what he wanted was to push Sophia out of her controlled world. He liked the challenge, the fire he saw hidden beneath her cold exterior. Every time he teased her, every time he got close, he saw more of her untapped side-the part of her that was fierce and real. But what Nathan didn't know was that every time he talked to her, he was making her life harder. Her carefully constructed world was unraveling, and at home, she paid the price for letting anyone in. The more Nathan pushed, the more Sophia distanced herself, and Nathan couldn't figure out why. The more he wanted to break through her walls, the more he found himself tangled in the mystery of why she always kept him at arm's length. Why she was 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 - 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 - 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 Read to find out more

'Im scared Tadgh' 'I know angel im on my way' 'I think I will always love you even if i tried not to' 'My heart will forever be yours please don't give it back' Tadgh Lynch x FemOC Ballylagin Ireland 2011

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 "The addiction didn't love her, I did." A.J. Lynch has it all-talent, confidence, and a name that carries weight at Tommen College. Christina Holland? She's the girl he's meant to hate. Christina's reputation comes before her-and A.J. knows exactly who her father is. He should hate her. But the more he sees her, the harder that gets.

After generations of men in the Giordano family, the idea of a baby girl was a mere dream. So when their first and only princess was born, they believed they had found peace. Finally, the world was extending an olive branch. She doesn't remember any of them. Kidnapped at the age of two, Olive was thrown into a different world. One without mercy. No more love, no more stolen smiles. Forced to grow up, childhood was nothing but a thing she could hope for. Now, fourteen years later with two of her best friends, she runs. Olive Giordano always runs. But it was only a matter of time before her past caught up with her. Forced to reunite with her broken family she never knew about, troubles are desperate to follow. °°° "Come with us, and I'll bail your friends out as well. Three instead of one troublemaker, what do you say?" my new brother finished. Our eyes were locked together, and he was waiting for me to back down. To lose. I stared back, furious. "Fine." I gritted out. "You want to play house? That's on you. Now please get me out of these cuffs." 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕: 𝟤𝟨/𝟢𝟫/𝟤𝟥 (𝟢𝟫/𝟤𝟨/𝟤𝟥)

Cover by: @_Jenxkiss When Kian Holland finds himself working for Joey Lynch of all people, Mallory Lynch finds herself falling for the boy she was always warned about.