🪞❦༄ 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓 is a firework with a shattered fuse. Pretty, flirty, magnetic. The girl in short skirts and cherry lips who laughs too loud and kisses too easily. But behind the glitter is a girl barely holding it together. Nobody knows what happens when she goes home. Nobody knows what she's survived since she was nine years old. And she's made damn sure of that. 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 doesn't ask questions. He's too busy trying to survive his own mess. Brutal, angry, and impossible to ignore, he's the only boy whose touch doesn't make Julianna want to crawl out of her skin. They're best friends. They fuck. They never talk about what it means. Because if they do, it might ruin everything. But the thing about real love? It doesn't stay buried. It shines light into the darkest corners- and forces you to face everything you've spent your whole life hiding. ❥ joey lynch x fem!oc contains mature themes & sexual content

SECOND GENERATION BOYS OF TOMMEN They said history never repeats itself, but in Cork, it always rhymed. It had been twenty years since the halls of Tommen College echoed with the chaos, heartbreak, and heady dreams of boys who grew up too fast and girls who burned like fire through their lives. Twenty years since Joey Lynch clawed his way out of pain and poverty, since Shannon like a storm tore through Johnny Kavanagh's carefully built walls, and since Gibsie Gibson proved the class clown had more depth than the sea. They had become parents now, somehow - the kind that showed up at matches screaming on the sidelines, who texted way too often, and who still drank pints together on Saturday nights like they were eighteen. And now, their children - bonded by blood, friendship, and stories too wild to be made up - were stepping into their own.

𝙊𝙋𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙄𝘼 𝙇𝙔𝙉𝘾𝙃'S fury was a storm that broke loose the second she saw her sister go down. Without a second thought, she mistook 𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉𝙉𝙔 𝙆𝘼𝙑𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙂𝙃 for the culprit and decided he deserved a dose of his own medicine. Grabbing the rugby ball, she launched it back at him with a force that was all raw, righteous anger. Johnny saw her, and in that moment, the entire world outside of her seemed to fade away. He was a boy who lived and breathed the game, but her sheer intensity pulled his attention off the pitch. It wasn't her body he noticed first, but her eyes-the color of whiskey, sharp and defiant, framed by dark lashes that contrasted with the soft, rebellious pink in her hair. He noticed the way she swallowed hard, as if choking down words she couldn't dare to speak, and the way her jaw tightened before she unleashed a snarky remark at his best friend, Gibsie. He was captivated. But he knew, with a certainty that was both thrilling and terrifying, that girls like her came with a warning label. They were the ones who broke you and then laughed as you bled. Still, a dangerous instinct told him that to let her walk away would be a regret he'd carry forever. ♱ ᴏᴘʜᴇʟɪᴀ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴀꜰꜰᴀɪʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɢ. ꜱʜᴇ ʙɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ! ꜱʜᴇ ᴇᴀᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ! ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ! ♱

꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ Violet Kavanagh had one single goal in this life: to become a professional figure skater and win an Olympic medal. Growing up in the shadow of her older brother Johnny Kavanagh, a future rugby star, she always felt the need to push herself twice as hard to earn her own merits-leaving behind scars and deeply buried secrets in the process. ⸻ Gerard Gibson, number 7, a broken soul hidden within the body of a cheerful young man, full of mischief and trouble. His life was a constant battle with the demons that haunted his mind. ⸻ She was the little sister of his best friend-off limits. But their paths are irrevocably bound in this story full of experiences, trauma, and love. ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ Disclaimer!! This fanfic is based on The Boys of Tommen series by Chloe Walsh. All rights to the original work belong to her.

In which, Ciarán Hawkins can handle just about anything. The boys been put through hell everyday since he was born. Between his mothers addiction, his fathers absence, and his street fighting days where all he did was beat the shit out of grown men for days on end just for a loud audience applause, he was a disaster. So when Lizzie Young shows up with her viper attitude, and her snippy comments, they seem to be the only people who can calm each other down, even if they fire each other up like no one else can.

Claiming 10 (Our Version) *Monday/Friday Weekly Uploads* A Boys of Tommen* Inspired Fanfiction written by three spiralling fans. They broke each other. Now comes the reckoning-and the return. Picking up right where Releasing 10 left off, Claiming 10 (Our Version) follows Hughie and Lizzie as they navigate the fallout of everything unsaid, everything unfinished-and everything still burning between them. The kiss was never just a kiss. The love never really left. But neither did the damage. As secrets surface, truths are revealed, and the fragile trust between friends begins to crack, Hughie and Lizzie must confront not only what happened between them-but who they've become in the aftermath. Forgiveness won't come easy. And neither will the road back to each other. But in a world of heartbreak, betrayal, and shifting loyalties, one thing remains certain: Real love doesn't fade. And if it's meant to be, it'll find its way back. No matter what. This is their story. Messy. Honest. Addictive. Theirs. Our Version. *All rights reserved to Chloe Walsh. This story is a fan fiction inspired by the world and characters from the Boys of Tommen series. It is a work of fiction and is not affiliated with or endorsed by the original author. All rights to the original content belong to Chloe Walsh. Songs/Vibes Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1ythjVBMdP8XHX14j8hS9v?si=1ac72e1e3c134560

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!

𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙀𝙉 𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩. 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘵. 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗵𝘆 was never meant to end up in Cork. With a fractured career and a body that betrayed her, the former dancer finds herself dropped into a town where everyone knows everyone, and her face means nothing. No stage, no spotlight-just bruised pride, nosy classmates, and the endless shadow of who she used to be. But when she dodges an almost-death-through-rugby-ball her life would never be the same. 𝗥𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝗞𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗵 has been everyone's second favourite twin his entire life. While Johnny basks in the glow of greatness, Rudy's busy surviving-balancing rugby, his temper, and the quiet recovery from mistakes no one talks about. He's known for being the hard hitter on the pitch and the hot head off it. He doesn't do distractions. And he definitely didn't do the effort of girlfriends. But what about the girl who couldn't care less about who he is? Shaylee isn't like the others. And Rudy? He's far more wrecked than he lets on. They weren't meant to cross paths. But once they do, there's no going back. Not when the lines between hate and obsession blur, and secrets threaten to tear the ground out from beneath them both.

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.