I used to believe in one rule. Save yourself. Don't trust. Don't depend. Don't need-because the second you do, it gets taken from you. I learned that young. I learned it the hard way. And I was good at it. I kept my head down. I said the right things. I didn't make problems I can't fix, and I didn't get attached to people who come with warnings written all over them. It was easier that way. Safer. Then Joey Lynch happens. And suddenly I'm not careful anymore. I'm running barefoot through streets I shouldn't be in. I'm letting him see parts of me I've spent years hiding. I'm standing in front of him, heart in my throat, trying to figure out why he looks at me like I'm something worth saving-when he won't even save himself. He pushes me away like it's instinct. I follow him like it's mine. We don't talk about what this is. We don't put names on it. We don't even try to pretend it's normal. Because it's not. It's messy and reckless and too intense for something that was never supposed to matter this much. But the worst part? I don't want to stop. Even if it breaks me. Even if it destroys him. Even if, somewhere along the line, I forget how to be the girl who always survives.

Bethany Gibson has known Rory Kavanagh for as long as she can remember. From muddy gardens to childhood promises, they grow up side by side - inseparable, stubborn, and completely unaware that everyone else can already see what they can't. She burns too bright. He holds himself too tight. Bethany is chaos, loud and untamed, chasing escape in all the wrong places. Rory is control, steady and disciplined, carrying the quiet pressure of being everything he's expected to be. Best friends. Always. Until growing up turns everything complicated. Because somewhere along the way, the line between friendship and something more begins to blur - and the promise they made at six starts to mean more than either of them knows how to handle. They were never meant to lose each other. But sometimes love isn't the problem. Sometimes it's everything else. And sometimes... the person who feels most like home- is the one you risk destroying the most.

𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝙂𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼𝙂𝙃𝙀𝙍 never asked for permission. She had money, charm, and a last name that made doors swing wide open - but she also had a talent for chaos. And the second she set her sights on Shannon Lynch, she found herself tangled up with the one person immune to her effortless pull. 𝙅𝙊𝙀𝙔 𝙇𝙔𝙉𝘾𝙃 wasn't impressed by Arabella's car, her smirk, or the way she could turn his sister's world upside down with a snap of her fingers. Protective, sharp-edged, and impossible to intimidate, he had one rule: keep his family safe. Arabella leaned across the table, smirk tugging at her lips. "Careful, Lynch. Scowling like that'll give you wrinkles." Joey didn't look up from his phone. "And talking like that'll get you smacked." She gasped theatrically, clutching her chest. "Violent and charming. Be still, my heart." For the first time all day, Joey's mouth twitched - the ghost of a smile he refused to give her.

(on hold during exam season!) 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

For Joey Lynch, the world was never anything but a rotten, cruel battlefield. Born on a holiday meant for light, he was instead forged in the darkness of an abusive legacy, forced to become a protector before he was even a boy. He is a creature of trauma and raw survival, forever battling the seductive, drowning pull of addiction that promises a final escape. But there has always been a light in the dark for him. Just a singular, defiant spark: Estella, his sister's best friend. She is a magnificent anomaly, a walking, breathing sunbeam in his grime-coated life. Her hair is a shock of bright, liquid silver, catching the light like spilled moonlight, framing a face that is dizzyingly, charmingly cute. Her eyes, wide and unnerving, are the colour of molten silver.When she stares up at Joey, meeting his trauma-hardened gaze with her impossible luminosity and a cheeky, uncompromising grin, he knows: she is trouble. The necessary kind. He has lost everything: his peace, his innocence, his stability. But she is the one thing that can never slip away. Not when he snarls and retreats like a cornered animal; she simply stares, her bright eyes unsettlingly steady, and deploys that silly, confident grin. God, he is putty in her hands. The temptation between them is a physical, humming wire, stretched taut for years. But when they finally give in-when the shadow reaches for the light, and the light does not pull away-things dare to take a turn for the worse. As Joey fights his darkest demons, trying to fend off his violent father and the relentless grip of addiction, he discovers that the girl who glows has been quietly burning, too. They need to decide if this fierce, hard-won love can genuinely tame all the anger and war within them... ... and if a single, silver light is truly the answer to all the world's rot.

Boys like Johnny Kavanagh - steady, talented, adored - don't look twice at girls like me. Girls who take medication with breakfast. Girls who have to track their moods in a notebook. Girls who get tired for no reason. Girls who feel everything too much or nothing at all. And I know better than to imagine someone like him ever stepping into my orbit. He's a big deal, around Tommen, around Ireland. And I'm just... me. Quiet. Careful. Trying. Always trying. Boys of Tommen AU

{gerard gibson x fem oc} i dont own any of the BOT characters ,all rights to Chloe Walsh,i own only my ocs

... ୨୧ IN WHICH Fallon Isabelle Young-the saint of the Young family, all pale ribbons, trembling halos, and eyes too innocent for the things she survives-learns far too early that even angels can be taught how to bleed. That monsters do not always hide beneath beds. Sometimes they pluck your wings feather by feather until kindness begins curdling into something sharper. Uglier. Until a little girl once raised on bedtime prayers and gentle hands learns how to survive with a sinner's tongue instead. Fallon grows into a peculiar contradiction: beautiful and vicious, Holy and furious all at once. A girl who smiles while self-destructing. A girl who turns cruelty into armour because tenderness got her hurt first. Then she meets Joey Lynch. Ballylaggin's worst-kept temper. A boy built from clenched fists, buried bruises, and rage so deeply rooted inside him it has begun masquerading as personality. Joey carries his own monsters quietly, tucked beneath sarcasm and violence and the sort of recklessness that only exists in people who do not believe they are worth saving. He understands fallon immediately. Which is the most dangerous thing of all. Because damaged people recognize each other in ways healthy people never can. And when their worlds collide, so do the things haunting them. Secrets begin spilling from the cracks. Trauma begins speaking in places words cannot. Anger becomes intimacy. Destruction becomes devotion. They begin orbiting each other with the terrifying dependency of two wounded things mistaking survival for love. The saint becomes a sinner while the sinner begins craving salvation. The question is- Can Joey Lynch restore the girl Fallon used to be? Or has she been surviving as somebody else for far too long? And can Fallon chase away Joey's monsters when she could never outrun her own? Or will they simply teach each other new ways to break? Because some people heal together-and others detonate on impact.

Josie Lynch knows how to disappear. At home, silence is survival. Bruises, harsh words, secrets she can't share. With her twin brother Joey, staying small is the only way to survive. She counts every bite. Every pound. Control is all she has left. Then comes Tommen College. And Hughie Biggs-cocky, untouchable, exactly who she shouldn't want. Something about him pulls her in anyway. And she's not sure she can stay safe.

"𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞?" Lizzie Young x Hugh Biggs. BOYS OF TOMMEN FIC NOT associated with any of my other fics (Close To You, I'm Not Okay (I Promise!)) Diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder and BPD at a young age, Lizzie Young struggles more than your average person would. As she grows through adolescence, she finds herself facing things that she was told was all in her head. But as she realizes it's not in her head, she creates and breaks bonds. Hugh Biggs is still in love with her, but she needs to work on herself before they can get back together. It's just the only right way. WRITTEN BEFORE CLAIMING TEN RELEASE. CONTAINS THEMES OF: self harm, suicide, rape/sexual assault, drinking, drugs. #1 saawareness xxx