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▐ 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 ☕⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🧸་༘࿐ ᶜʰᵃⁿᶜᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ⁱ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ❝˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ we could share a life line... ❞ 【 ☁ . 🩹 . 🦢 . 🫐. 】 𖥻 SAVING 6 ━━━━ REDEEMING 6 ❪ ongoing! ❫ 𝜗ৎ bad boy x tutor, she fell first, he fell hard ⸝⸝ broken souls © -𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒, 2024

And Baby Your All I Want ╱ Hughie Biggs

Catherine Gibson always knew the water would take her. After everything, it was the only place she felt quiet, still and clean. Callan Lynch carried the weight of days that slipped away when life was simpler, and the future felt like a promise, not a maybe. Finding his place now had the sound of a clock ticking too fast and too hopeless. may 2025 ─── copyrights katxnizwp boys of tommen universe ؂

Hugh Biggs. It seems that he is the golden boy of Ballylaggin. He belongs to the place in a way I never will. People greet him in hallways with easy familiarity, calling his name as though it were something warm to hold. He plays rugby, of course-broad shoulders, steady hands, the sort of confidence that comes from always being expected to succeed. Teachers speak of him with approval that borders on pride. Even the younger students watch him, quietly admiring the way he moves through the world as if it has always welcomed him. He is kind to everyone. That is what unsettles me most. Not kind in the performative way I have seen before, but in the effortless, careless way of someone who has never had to consider whether kindness will cost him something. And yet-there are moments, small enough to be missed, when his smile fades just slightly too soon. Sometimes, when he looks out across the rugby field, he seems to be waiting for something that is not there. Or perhaps someone. *** Ophelia de Montclair. Half French, they say-but you would never know it was only half. The way she speaks gives her away before anything else does, soft vowels touched with an accent that makes even ordinary words sound deliberate. Like she is choosing them carefully, placing them where they belong. She is gorgeous. That is obvious to anyone with eyes. But it's not the kind of beauty that demands attention. It's the kind that makes people look twice, uncertain why they noticed in the first place. There's something distant about her, something careful. Like she's holding herself together in ways the rest of us don't have to. She is smart too-top of the class without ever boasting. Teachers trust her. Students respect her. She never argues loudly, never speaks without thinking first. But she is not Lizzie.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 has everything - money, popularity, flawless skin, and the boy everyone wants. Crowned the queen of Tommen College, she's untouchable, unforgettable, and entirely in control. With curated photos, perfect grades, and the golden boy by her side, she's the IT girl - the kind girls envy and guys fall for. 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐇 is the poster boy of the future: captain of the rugby team, family legacy, charm that could undo any girl's common sense. With a place in the U20s already being discussed and a jawline sharp enough to kill, he has it all. And he has her. The IT guy with the IT girl - Tommen's royal couple. Untouchable. Until they're not. It starts with a single whispered question in the dining hall - "Did you see her last night?" - and spreads like wildfire. Before anyone can stop it, Johnny finds himself around sceptical friends and half-heard stories of Hannah slipping away after lights-out. The moment he turns his back, the golden couple begins to crack under the weight of a lie no one knows how to trace.

you fell hard I thought 'good riddance' 2nd generation / BOYS OF TOMMEN [1]

Elizabeth Young. Jesus, even saying her name in my head feels like I'm doing something I shouldn't. She walks into a room and it's like-everyone just... shifts. Not in an obvious way, not like in films or anything stupid like that, but you can feel it. Like the air goes tighter. Like people sit up straighter without meaning to. And she doesn't even try, which is the worst part. If she was arrogant, if she was loud about it, I could hate her properly. But she's not. She's just... like that. She's his ex. But she doesn't feel like an ex. Not really. Not the way he still says her name sometimes without noticing. Not the way he goes a bit softer when someone mentions her. Not the way I catch him looking at her when he thinks no one's paying attention. And I hate that I notice. I hate that I compare. Because she's everything I'm not. Everything I wish I was, if I'm being honest, which I don't like being. And then there's the worst part. The part I'd never say out loud. Sometimes, when she tucks her hair behind her ear, or when she laughs-quiet, like she doesn't want to make a scene-I feel something twist in my chest that isn't just jealousy. And I hate that even more. Because I shouldn't. Because that's not... right. Because God doesn't- I don't even finish the thought. I just swallow it down and tell myself it's just admiration. It has to be. *** Kathryn Aideen Horgan-Wilmot. Ugh. Even thinking it makes me want to scream into a pillow. Who names their child something like that and then has her turn out like... that? I hate her. I do. I mean it. She's the kind of girl that walks around like the world was made a bit softer for her. Not in a spoiled way-no, that'd be easier. It's more like... everything just fits her. Her life, her friends, the way people look at her. Even the way she laughs-it's all... right. And now she has him. My him. I hate her for being easy to love. I hate her for making it look easy. I hate her- ...yes. Yes, I do.