Tadhg lynch doesn't do feelings. He does trouble. Charm. And saying exactly the wrong thing at the right time. Sixteen, mouthy, and impossible to handle, Tadhg is the kind of boy teachers warn you about- and girls don't listen. Then there's Bethany Gibson. She talks too much. Laughs too loud. Acts like nothing in her life has ever gone wrong. He doesn't believe it. And for some reason, he can't leave her alone. What starts as messing with her turns into something else- something a lot harder to ignore. Because Bethany's hiding something. And Tadhg's starting to look a little too closely.

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(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.

❝oh 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚 me❞ ☘︎ j. lynch 𝙭 fem!oc 💌 # saving 𝙭 redeeming 6 ©professionallsimpp, 2026

Liam Lynch. Everyone says his name like it explains him. The town's golden boy. Lizzie likes him. Teachers like him. Old women in the shop like him. He remembers birthdays and asks about your granny and carries bags without being asked. He is always there. That's the part I can't get my head around. He stands too close sometimes. Not in a scary way. Just... close. Like he's afraid if he steps back, I'll disappear. He says he loves me. I nod when he says it because that's what you do. I don't know what love is meant to feel like in the body. People say it's warm or fizzy or like fireworks, but my chest just feels the same as always-tight, flat, like someone's pressed pause. Sometimes my stomach hurts around him, but I don't know if that means something good or something bad. Hunger and nerves feel the same to me. Fear and excitement too. Everything is all mixed up, like colours bleeding together. He doesn't leave me alone. Ever. If I walk home, he walks with me. If I sit somewhere quiet, he appears like he's been summoned. People say I'm lucky. They say he's protective. I don't know the difference between protection and being trapped. Sometimes he smiles at me and my chest tightens sharper than usual. Sometimes I want him to stop talking. Sometimes I want him to stay. I don't know which feeling is which. I don't know if what he calls love is what I feel, or if what I feel is nothing at all. *** Maeve O'Neill ruined me the second I saw her. Not in a loud way. Quiet. Permanent. She doesn't say much, but I don't need words from her. I'll read the silences. I'll fill the gaps. I'll love her enough for both of us if I have to. Even when she looks at me like she's trying to solve a puzzle and can't find the edges, I don't get angry. I get patient. I can wait. I don't care if it costs me. I don't care if it hurts. I'll protect her. I'll help her. I'll stay beside her until she understands what love is-or until I disappear trying.

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒, renowned CEO and entrepreneur. Ruthlessness was all she knew after her first love disappeared without a trace. Worst of it all was she was carrying his child, who turned out to be more of a blessing than a curse. Celeste worked her way around the single mother life and built an empire at the feet of her daughter. As time passed over, she never anticipated the return of her lover, the father of her daughter. Does he deserve a second chance? Will Celeste ever forgive him for leaving? 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐑

Kayleigh Gallagher had always been a girl full of sweetness toward everyone - always cheerful, always able to make anyone laugh. Everything changes for her the moment she moves to Dublin and her family falls apart, something that transforms her forever. ⸻ Johnny Kavanagh was Ireland's next rising young star, dedicating every moment of his life to becoming the best, leaving no time for distractions or love. But along the way come injuries, doubts, and uncertainty. His life takes a turn when they meet through mutual friends, and each of them begins to step into the other's world, healing old wounds and becoming the support the other needs. ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ Disclaimer!! This fanfic is based on The Boys of Tommen series by Chloe Walsh. All rights to the original work belong to her. Johnny Kavanagh x Fem OC

Eimear Kavanagh can't remember a day since she moved to Cork where she hasn't known Patrick Feely - and she hasn't wanted to either. He was one of the "boys", the quiet, controlled one who listened more than he talked. The boy who stuck princess plasters on her knee when she fell and the one who gave her the nickname Kavvy. Back then, he was easy. But now, they weren't kids anymore. Now they were teenagers - where everything changed too quickly and meant too much. Where emotions shifted by the day, and nothing stayed simple for long. And Patrick Feely? He wasn't easy anymore. He was drinking more, and talking even less than usual. And Eimear? Eimear was chaos - a hurricane. Although she was never quiet, she was taking Ballylaggin by storm, and that frightened Patrick more than the bottom of the bottle does. Because the difference between them is simple. Patrick drinks to forget. Eimear drinks to feel everything. And somewhere along the way, they both started chasing something they didn't understand. He chased the quiet. She chased the high. And neither of them noticed when it started chasing them back. patrick feely x fem!oc · · ──── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ──── · · 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: Not claiming any of these characters, this story is purely fiction. All rights to the Boys of Tommen series belongs to Chloe Walsh. · · ──── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ──── · ·

Hughie Biggs. The love of my bloody life. The fella I swore I'd grow old with, get a ring on my finger from, have the big church wedding, the lot. I used to lie awake at night and picture his hand in mine, picture his laugh bouncing off the walls of our kitchen. Back then, I didn't have the faintest clue about the way the world could chew you up and spit you out. I remember us when we were younger, before everything went sour. When Caoimhe was still alive, when her laugh could still fill a room. When I still had friends-real ones, the kind you'd sit on the green with till it got dark, passing a bag of crisps around, talking rubbish and thinking it meant the world. Back then, we were untouchable, or so we thought. But nothing lasts, does it? Not love, not family, not even friendship. Everything rots eventually, like fruit left out too long. Secrets crawl their way to the surface no matter how deep you bury them, and when they do, they choke you. That's what happened to me. That's what happened to Hughie. The truth came crawling, and it ruined everything. So I've made up my mind. I can't stay here, not in this cursed town, not walking the same streets where his hand used to brush mine, where Caoimhe used to skip beside me, where I laughed like I actually believed in tomorrow. It's all poisoned now. Every corner, every memory, every face that looks at me like they know more than they should. I'm leaving. For good this time. I'll pack a bag, take nothing but what I can carry, and I'll vanish before anyone can stop me. No goodbyes, no explanations. Just gone. Because the truth is, there's nothing left here for me anymore-only ghosts, and I've had enough of them to last me a lifetime.