━━━━━━ ❝ 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ❞ 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯, something about rafe cameron claws in the back of camille graham's mind―so she scratches the itch. but little did she know that's all it takes to get hooked to the chase. the pleasure. the pain. the underlying feeling that nothing lasts forever, so camille and rafe might as well try it while they can, right? as long as they both don't get addicted to something that never existed. rafe cameron x oc fanfic (season one - ?) lowercase intended best read in: stix two text, light mode, second smallest font size

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ Season one Evie Reign has always been good at avoiding drama on the island. But when Rafe Cameron starts showing up at her dad's restaurant, staying out of trouble suddenly isn't so easy. ༝༚༝༚ TW: This story will have- fighting, smut, language, and alcohol and substance abuse ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ This is my first fanfic that is being published! Tips and suggestions are appreciated!! Don't be mean tho guys <3

❝ SOMETIMES THE PAST REFUSES TO LET YOU GO. ❞ • ୨💌୧ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . Delilah Allen and Asher Young were everything to each other-two kids from neighboring families, inseparable in shared gardens, inside jokes, and quiet understanding. They were never a couple, but it was always heading there... until the night Caoimhe Young died. The tragedy shattered their town. Families turned on each other, old friends disappeared, and a silence full of fury and secrets fell between the Allens and the Youngs. Delilah stopped speaking, stopped trusting, stopped existing in the world she once loved-except for her stepbrother Gibsie, the one person who keeps her grounded. Asher Young knows the truth about that night, a truth no one else can prove. Outwardly, he plays the cold, distant role expected of him. But behind closed doors, he watches over Delilah, haunted by the past and the bond they still share. Oc x Oc! (COMPLETE) ✦ fleeting glances . forbidden proximity . secrets and loyalty .

... 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.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 of 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐲 & 𝐕𝐢𝐯) Rory Kavanagh. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. He's the total cliché of a popular jock with dimples of total sin-captain of the rugby team, ruthless on the pitch, and a total nepo baby. Yet he's in a book club! Doesn't exactly reek of your classic stereotype, does he? But how would I know? I've only just got here. Mr. Beau Gosse isn't what I expected from someone born with a silver spoon jammed down his throat. Catching his attention wasn't on my radar, but the eejit bulldozed right into my safe space anyway. At least I have my letters. Call me an old soul, but aside from my paintings, they're my only real escape. Craziest part? My penpal and him happen to share the exact same name. Like some sick, twisted joke. I just hope the similarities end there. I've got enough on my plate without inviting trouble from school royalty. ⌯⌲ Vivienne Wilkinson. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞. And my bet. Fucking hell, what'd I get myself into? I didn't ask for this-least of all getting tangled up with a girl with a lethal tongue and the face of a Bambi. Jaysus, she's something. I shouldn't be hooked this hard, especially knowing her Ma's reputation. But I have to keep my end of the deal and make her fall in love with me. I mean, who even comes up with that shite? Anaïs would understand. She's my pen pal, the girl I've been pining over for two years ever since we clicked. Her letters always arrive on old-timey parchment, cursive too. She's the only one who keeps me grounded, talks me down, and accepts every flawed piece of me. Except she hasn't written back in two months. Something's wrong. I'll figure out what it is-preferably before I go and fall for a girl I know I shouldn't touch.

Maeve Lynch was the youngest daughter of Joey and Aoife Lynch. Unlike her older brother Aj, Maeve wasn't a model student. She was often getting into trouble and she always said yes to a party. But would that make her feel less alone? Or will that be her downfall? Liam Holland was not his father. As much as he tried though, he couldn't get away from the family name. Until he met her. He wouldn't ruin another Lynch- not like his father did. But will he heal her, or will she slip away?

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.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 of 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐀𝐉 & 𝐈𝐳𝐳𝐲) AJ fucking Lynch. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. And the pain in my hole that hasn't left me the fuck alone since I joined this school filled with other-equally narcissistic-entitled, arrogant pricks. How was I supposed to know those tires were his? But honestly, he's like a rock in my shoe, small enough to ignore, yet always biting you in the ass until you ultimately go insane. He's a Lynch. The golden boy, the charmer, and the kind of guy every parent dreams of for their kid. Fairytale perfect, right? Wrong. Because here's the thing: AJ fucking Lynch is no knight. And I'm no princess. What I did to his car? Yeah, he asked for it. How dare he make my life a living fucking hell; the one place where I thought I was safe. What's the saying again? Ah yes, payback's a bitch, Lynch. And luckily for you, we do things differently on my side of the river. ō͡≡o˞̶ Izzy fucking Holland. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐧. And the girl who caused my ultimate fall from grace. Call me exaggerated, I don't give a flying fuck. I want revenge, and she's my one way ticket to satisfying my insatiable hunger for it. I had a life, man. A fucking perfect one-that is, until the accident. Perfect captaincy, perfect grades, and a bloody perfect girlfriend. Now, I have nothing but headaches and a thirst for vengeance. All because of her. She's a Holland. That's what they do, right? Catch you off guard and tear the rug from under your feet so you fall into a bloody fucking death trap. But two can play that game. Let's get one thing straight: I don't want Izzy fucking Holland, or anything to do with her. I just wanna steal from her, you know? A little karma for how she ruined my life. And she'll fall. Because I always get what I want.

Tadgh Lynch is angry, angry at the world. It seems the rest of his siblings have forgotten the hurt of their past, let it go. But he can't forget, his father haunts him, has been haunting him for years and he's losing hope that he'll ever be free of Teddy Lynch. Maeve Holland is desperatly searching for the will to live. Her older brother hates her, her mothers dead, her dads as good as dead and life isn't looking like it's going to get better any time soon, but then she meets him. An angry boy who changes everything.

Teagan Lynch is no stranger to silence, hiding secrets she can't afford to share. Kieran Holland is the boy everyone's already given up on, trapped in a future he never chose. But where everyone sees trouble, Teagan sees the boy who just wants to be seen. When their lives intertwine, their connection becomes a secret refuge from the chaos around them. But the closer they get, the harder it becomes to keep their pasts buried. In a life full of brokenness, can love be the one thing that holds them together, or will it unravel everything they've fought to protect?