Lucille Callaghan had it bad, and everyone in Ballylaggin knew it. Her former best friend, Shannon Lynch, knew it too. But she was onto better and bigger things, and Lucille was proud of her. She could never be mad at how her best friend found the person that made her shitty life turn into a paradise. She just wished she wasn't forgotten along the way. With an addict mother, a father who could've been a boxer in a past life, and four younger siblings who depend on her for food and necessities, Lucille doesn't have the time or money or energy to waste on boys. When Shannon left for Tommen, Lucille had no one. The bullying increased with one target instead of two, and she just has to put up with it. She's got only eleven months until she's eighteen, and then she can finally take her siblings and move into the apartment she's had in her sights right off of Elk's Terrace for a year. Unfortunately for her, shit hits the fan even worse at home. She has no idea what to do, and when she has a minute to let the bad decisions in, she turns to drugs. What she doesn't know is that her oldest sibling out of the bunch called Shannon and told her what was happening. Now she's got the Kavanagh's, Lynch's, and the weird side quest Tommen friends in her business. And she wants them out.

Anna Lynch was fucking petrified of men. Not just uncomfortable- terrified.She'd flinch if one of us so much as walked too close. She was always keeping herself pressed to walls, eyes darting for exits like she was planning an escape. And it wasn't just the loud ones or the gobshites. Even Johnny Kavanagh-her sisters boyfriend -made her recoil. That's when it really hit me. This wasn't nerves. This was trauma, stitched into every muscle in her body. The only lads she wasn't afraid of were her brothers-Joey and Darren. She stuck to them like her life depended on it, like they were the only two people in the world who'd never let her down. The rest of us? We were threats until proven otherwise #1-hughbiggs #1-chilhoodtrauma #1-mentalhealth #1-mutism

Niamh Lynch is used to surviving. She's the girl with fire in her blood, fists always clenched, and walls built so high no one dares to look over them - not even her twin brother, Joey. Between school fights, late shifts, and raising her younger siblings in a house ruled by silence and bruises, Niamh doesn't have time for softness. Or love. Or hope. She's burning herself out to keep everyone else warm. Then there's Gerard Gibson. Loud, ridiculous, golden-hearted Gibsie - the boy who makes people laugh without trying, who hides his own cracks behind chaos. He shouldn't see her. But he does. And worse, he stays. Even when Niamh gives him every reason not to. This is a story about broken kids from broken homes, about anger and tenderness, violence and healing. It's about finding light in the wreckage - not because you believe you deserve it, but because someone refuses to stop giving it to you. Niamh doesn't believe in love. But Gibsie never needed her to. ------------------------------- Gerard Gibson x fem!oc

Conor Kavanagh. The heartthrob of Tommen College. The biggest playboy in the school - cocky smirk, rugby jersey practically sewn onto him, always with a smart comment and that maddening wink. He's friendly, charming, flirty as hell. The kind of lad who'd carry your bag for you and somehow make it seem like your idea. But don't let that fool you - he's trouble. All sharp jawlines and swagger. And somehow, he's decided I'm his next bloody charity case. I hate it. I hate how he shows up when I don't ask, how he looks at me like I'm breakable. I don't need saving - I've got it sorted. The drink, the pills, the temper - all of it. My mess, not his. And every time I tell him to back off, to leave me be, he just gets closer, like I'm speaking in code. I don't need his pity or his perfect face. I don't need him. So why does part of me keep hoping he'll show up again tomorrow? *** Sinead Biggs. The reigning queen of Tommen. Sharp-tongued, sharp-eyed, and terrifying in heels. Everyone thinks she's just Cath's little sister - until she opens her gob and makes half the school cry before lunch. She walks those halls like she owns them, and honestly? She kind of does. The lads are scared of her. The girls want to be her. And me? I'm hopelessly, pathetically into her. Everyone knows it. My mates won't shut up about it. Even when she's tearing strips off me with that mouth of hers, I'm there grinning like a gobshite. Because deep down, I remember. I remember when we used to be best friends. When she used to laugh like a lunatic at my stupid jokes, when her hand would brush mine and neither of us would move away. But then came Owen Rice - the prick. Then came that night. The accident. The hospital. And when she came back, she wasn't the same. She'd built up walls with barbed wire. She'd become someone colder, louder, crueler. But I still see her. The girl I knew. And every once in a while, when no one's looking, I think she sees me too.

❝ I SEE HER PAIN IN MINE AND IT HURTS SO MUCH. ❞ • ୨💌୧ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . Ophelia Murphy has perfected the art of being invisible. The quiet girl at Tommen, she's learned to survive her mother's sharp words, her father's absence, and the constant sting of classmates who see her as an easy target. Books and silence are her only refuge, though even those can't quiet the storm she carries in her chest. Tadgh Lynch has a new surname on his school jacket and a new bed in the Kavanagh household, but nothing inside him feels new. At seventeen, he's still carrying the weight of the house he grew up in, a house that left him fractured, haunted, and stuck in a world where he never got the chance to grow up. Everyone around him seems to have moved forward. Tadgh can't. One reckless night changes everything. Dragged to a party she doesn't want to be at, Ophelia crosses paths with Tadgh-two people who shouldn't have noticed each other, but do. He sees past her silence. She sees the boy behind the walls he never lets anyone near. What begins as an unexpected encounter turns into something neither of them were looking for: a fragile connection strong enough to pull them out of the shadows. But with their pasts pressing hard against them, love might not be the easy part-surviving it might.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── What happens when two broken souls find an understanding in eachother. When they both find a moment of peace with eachothers company, momentarily free from the burdens of their messed up lives Do they heal together? Or do they break eachother further? Joey lynch x femoc Ballylaggin 1999-????

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.

🌟【 𝗜 𝗧𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 】 #boysoftommen - oc x oc "𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ★ 𝘛𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮" ℘ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛❟ Ever since Jenny Kavanagh returned from London, where she had been modeling, for her mother's fashion brand, she had been acting strange. No one understood why. But what if one day, someone could pull her back from the darkness consuming her? That person would be none other than her brother's teammate, Kieran O'Connor. 𓍯𓂃

Victoria Kavanagh had it all, until she didn't. Until everything changed. She soon learnt that her memories would never leave her alone - her past was a shadow that kept pace, no matter how fast she ran. Joey Lynch was always fighting. Especially with his mind. So he found ways to stop it - the thinking. But it came with a price. What started as a crutch soon became a cage. Joey and Victoria were both looking for the same thing: Peace. Although they never thought they'd find it, until they saw it in each other. They didn't need to pretend to be fine. Neither of them were, but that was okay. They were peaceful. But you know the saying. The calm always comes before the storm. joey lynch x fem!oc boys of tommen fanfic

🪷 "𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙒𝙀 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙔 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿?" / "𝙄 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙄'𝙈 𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙀." ── .✦ '𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝', 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞. ────────────────── 𝐇𝐄 was never supposed to fall for his best friend's little sister. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 was never supposed to hope he already had. ────────────────── 𝑩𝑶𝒀𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑵 gerard gibson x fem!oc