I had always thought rugby was all I was. That's what I believed defined my worth. Until I met her. From that moment, I found myself searching for her in every little thing I did. Any excuse would do just to be near her. She was in my head and I couldn't shake her-not that I wanted to. I loved her. I craved her. She had been a tough one to get. And even harder to keep.

PART TWO Tadhg Lynch is swarmed in the mess that came along with the girl he had fallen head-over-heels for, knowing he could never return from the intense commotion that her mother's health left in her wake. Trying to cling to the parts of the girl that was still alive, Tadhg is only losing himself in the desperation to win her. Ciara Bellemore was dead. Maybe not at heart, but deep in her broken soul. She trained herself to learn how to accept-to let the only person that loved her since birth go. The only person she cared for this deeply. Chasing the desire to feel again, she intertwined herself to the boy who had ever made her feel alive in her suffocating orbit and broke all the walls down for him. She was his destined half. He was hers. Together, they were forever.

Mike Biggs-the most handsome boy in Tommen. Bit of a gentleman, but he knows how to shut people up when needed. Never thought we'd be close, but after what happened with Sinead-his little sister and my best friend-things shifted. Do I like it? Can't say for sure. He's different when it's just the two of us. Softer. Kinder. But right now, I don't have time for love. I need to focus on becoming like my ma, playing in the orchestra. That's what matters. Not Mike Biggs and whatever this is between us... right? Bridget Feely-shy, sweet, and has this quiet kind of beauty that sneaks up on you. We've been friends for a while, and maybe-just maybe-I've thought about her as more than that. But I never let myself dwell on it. Until I heard her play the violin. Christ, I had no idea she could play like that. Now? Now I can't stop thinking about her. The way she looks when she plays, the way the music seems to carry her somewhere else. And just like that, I'm completely gone for the girl.

IN WHICH: TADHG LYNCH X LEAH DALY "You always were two steps ahead of everyone. We'd walk behind while you would run. And the years have proved to offer nothing since you moved. Now you're long gone, and I can't move on, and I miss you." - Missing, No Mercy "Shut up, Lynch." "Shutting up, Daly." Started: June 5th, 2025 Finished: March 25th, 2026 word count: ≈150k words ‼️ I'VE WRITTEN "TADGH" INSTEAD OF "TADHG" THROUGHOUT ACT 1 AND ACT 2 I'M SORRY

. . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . . BROKEN AND BRUISED, a girl who is lost is navigating a world for any sort of safety that she hasn't been lucky enough to have. Her house is a screaming match, her old school was a battle field and the only place where she can reside is her boyfriends house and even then its a warzone BUT EVERYTHING CHANGES when a star rugby player nicknamed bulldozer tumbles into her life COULD THEY BE EACHOTHERS SOLACE ? ... johnny kavanagh x fem oc ballylaggin ireland 2005

── ❝ 𝗂 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆, 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒 ❞ ( discontinued - see the last chapter ) ❦ 𝗛𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗟 // oc & oc BOYS OF TOMMEN. © viperluvv, 2026 𓍯𓂃

She was like looking into a mirror. Or reading a book I've always had but only skimmed through. 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 was the oldest daughter in her family. The first try. The first mistake. She carried responsibility like it was stitched into her bones. Moving to Ireland was meant to be a new start-a quiet hope that distance from London might soften the edges of everything. But it hasn't. Of course it hasn't. It's just given her a new place to hold everything together, again. Emory is fraying, but she can't let it show. Her siblings need her steady. They need her unbreakable. And that's what she makes herself. 𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐆 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 moves through the world like nothing can touch him. Easy confidence-sharp tongue. Untouchable on the Hurling pitch. He's the boy the teachers don't know what to do with, he's brilliant, but careless-Always needing something to challenge him, or else he's distracted. But underneath all that easy is something unsteady. His childhood was built on volatility. An angry father, a numb mother-and when the fire took them both, Tadhg didn't know what to do. How to live in the soft moments, the quiet-he wasn't even sure what that was. He carries the quiet, suffocating guilt of survival-the feeling that every breath he takes is stolen from his mother, who never got to keep hers. _________________ 𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐱 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 (𝐎𝐂)

𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗡 | Euphemia "Effy" Lynch wasn't supposed to exist-at least not in the way her siblings did. Born of a one-night mistake and raised in the shadows of a loud, messy household, Effy has spent most of her life in silence. Quiet by nature, and quieter by necessity, she's the ghost of Ballylaggin Community School-bullied, broken, and invisible to most. Except her sister Shannon. Except her brothers. But everything changes when she transfers to Tommen College on a scholarship, hoping to disappear into the background of a new school. Instead, she catches the eye of Johnny Kavanagh-rugby captain, school golden boy, and the last person she expected to notice her. He's loud. She's silent. He burns. She buries. But somehow, he sees her. Really sees her. And Effy? For the first time in a long time, she wants to be seen. ׂ╰┈➤. johnny kavanagh x fem!oc on going -will update when i can published - aug 12, 2025 ended-

"Street Between Us" follows the decade‑long rivalry‑turned‑bond between eight‑year‑old Elena Garcia and nine‑year‑old Johnny Kavanagh, two across‑the-street neighbors whose lives become permanently entangled from the moment they meet. Their friendship is not gentle. Their connection is not quiet. Their story begins with a disaster-and only gets louder from there. Within weeks, they will be inseparable. Within months, they will be in and out of each other's houses like they share a key. Within years, they will be known across the neighborhood-and eventually the school-as the chaotic pair next door. They will fight. They will bicker. They will compete. They will annoy each other to the brink of madness. But they will also grow up side by side. They will become each other's constant. They will become each other's home. Their story begins with a ruined lasagna. It becomes something much bigger.

Caden Holland. Honest to God - if trouble had a face, it'd be his. Always arguing. Always correcting. Like he's convinced he's the smartest lad in the room, even when he's talking pure shite. He's got those eyes - dark, quiet, watching everything but never giving anything back. You'd swear he's judging you for breathing wrong. And people talk, don't they? Junkie. Dealer. Bad news. All whispered, but loud enough so you know exactly who they're on about. So I've promised myself one thing: stay away. No smiles. No chats. No pity. Because lads like him drag storms behind them - and you don't even realise you're drowning until you're already under. He's dangerous. Not the loud, show-off kind. The quiet kind. The kind that makes you feel seen and threatened all at once. And I swear on my life - I'm not getting pulled into whatever darkness follows Caden Holland around. *** Mallory Lynch. The name alone sits wrong in my mouth, like something sour. Daughter of the man who put my da behind bars - that's what I was raised on. Fact, not feeling. She doesn't look like danger. That's the trick. She laughs too easily, tilts her head when she listens, pretends she doesn't see the way rooms shift when she walks in. There's a crack in her somewhere. You can hear it if you listen past the cool-girl act. A quiet panic. Secrets rattling around behind her ribs. My plan? Simple. Keep my head. Stay patient. People like her eventually show you who they really are. And when she does - when the truth cracks wide open - I'll be there to watch the Lynch name drop lower than ours ever did. Not out of anger. Out of balance. Because Mallory Lynch smiles like she has nothing to hide - and I know for a fact she's hiding everything.