Tryouts to My Heart
- Reads 3,387
- Votes 68
- Parts 17
Ongoing1h 44m
Last published Fri, Apr 3, 2026
Where Callum Gibson and Caohime Kavanagh have hated each other since birth.
Because their parents have been best friends for forever, It's been non stop yelling and teasing since the womb.
In fact, in all the years they've known one another, the only thing they have in common is their love for their shared cat, McWhiskers.
When the two find themselves bonding at the Friends and Family Annual Summer Barbecue, they never look back.
Suddenly sharing late-night laughs, almost-moments, and dramatic custody over one very spoiled cat, confuses everyone. Including themselves.
One thing leads to another, and Callum and Caohime find themselves in a messy situation - fake dating!
The circumstances are unlucky and complicated.
Everything's confusing and awkward.
But will the two be able to admit their feelings, that they might not even know they have, before it's too late?
All Rights Reserved
#224
shannonlynch
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟖
Brendan Clearly. He was the lad I liked since I was barely out of pigtails, the one who never slagged me off when the rest of the boys thought it was gas. He was different. Always smiling, always asking me if I'd eaten, like some little mammy trapped in a seventeen-year-old fella's body. It sounds stupid, but those tiny things kept me going. And then I went and wrecked it. Not just with him-no, I managed to shatter it with all of them. My friends, the ones who made the halls feel less lonely, the ones who kept me tethered here when the world felt too heavy. Gone. Because of me. Just a mistake, that's all it was, but a mistake that cost me everything. And now when I see him across the yard, laughing with the others, it's like a knife. He doesn't even look my way. And I deserve that, don't I? *** Caoimhe Kavanagh. Once upon a time she was my best mate. The kind of girl you'd sit on a wall with for hours, talking about nothing and everything. She was soft, kind, never the type to go looking for trouble. But now? I hardly recognise her. She's gone cold, sharp, always hanging 'round with that crowd-the type of people you know are only bad news. Ciggies tucked in their sleeves, mouths full of poison. And she's right there in the middle of it, like she belongs to them now. Part of me wants to write her off, tell myself she's not the Caoimhe I knew. That girl's dead and gone. But... I can't. I remember too much. The way she used to laugh, the way she'd defend you even when you were being a gobshite, the way she cared more than she ever let on. That's still inside her, I swear it is. I don't care how hard she tries to hide behind the mask she's wearing now-I know my friend is in there somewhere. And I'll drag her back if I have to. Because she's worth it.Complete
UNRAVELLING 13 || boys of tommen fanfic
. . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . . BROKEN AND BRUISED, a girl who is lost is navigating a world for any sort of safety that she hasn't been lucky enough to have. Her house is a screaming match, her old school was a battle field and the only place where she can reside is her boyfriends house and even then its a warzone BUT EVERYTHING CHANGES when a star rugby player nicknamed bulldozer tumbles into her life COULD THEY BE EACHOTHERS SOLACE ? ... johnny kavanagh x fem oc ballylaggin ireland 2005
𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥
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.
Claiming 13||boys of tommen
Clara Gibson lives the perfect rom-com teenager life. Well,except from the part she's never actually had a boyfriend. And Tommy from 1st year doesn't count. The start of 4th year is like a breath of fresh air for Clara. Gerard "Gibsie" Gibson (her brother) wants her to get out there more and,"make more friends." But Clara is just fine to sit at home with a book,or go to her dance studio. Clara's best friend Catherine "Cathy" is way more outgoing than her. She's friends with all of the right people. And Clara is pretty sure she's nearly dated the entire school. This year Catherine and Gerard are teaming up to try and get Clara out of her shell. So they start eating at the same lunch table as Gerard's friend group. This is how Clara and the rugby king Johnny Kavanagh start talking. Now Clara has known Johnny since they were like 12 and he moved to Cork. But now everything is different.Complete
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟕 - Boys of tommen
Violet Kavanagh had one single goal in this life: to become a professional figure skater and win an Olympic medal. Growing up in the shadow of her older brother Johnny Kavanagh, a future rugby star, she always felt the need to push herself twice as hard to earn her own merits-leaving behind scars and deeply buried secrets in the process. ⸻ Gerard Gibson, number 7, a broken soul hidden within the body of a cheerful young man, full of mischief and trouble. His life was a constant battle with the demons that haunted his mind. ⸻ She was the little sister of his best friend-off limits. But their paths are irrevocably bound in this story full of experiences, trauma, and love. ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ Disclaimer!! This fanfic is based on The Boys of Tommen series by Chloe Walsh. All rights to the original work belong to her. Gerard Gibson x Fem OCComplete
Saving 11
AJ Lynch. The golden boy of Tommen. Talented Hurler, Stable family. He has everything he wants, but he can't help but feel like something is missing. But when he meets Maddie Wilkinson. The quiet girl. Outcast and misunderstood, he feels he may have found the missing piece. But will they be able to be together, or will past family history separate them?Complete
𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟏𝟑
𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐁𝐇À𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 is used to blending in. She's the girl with ink on her fingers and headphones always around her neck, the quiet type who prefers comic books and coding to crowded parties. With divorced parents and a split life between two houses, she's learned to stay steady on her own. At Tommen, she's known more for her brains than her presence, until she's assigned to tutor 𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐇. Rory is everything Siobhán isn't. The golden boy. The all-smiles Kavanagh. Charming, popular, and seemingly untouchable, he carries the weight of expectation with a grin that fools everyone. Everyone except her. Beneath the grin, she sees the cracks, an anxious boy trying to hold it all together, desperate not to let anyone down. What starts as awkward tutoring sessions turns into something deeper: stolen laughs, late-night conversations, and an unexpected tether between two people who never thought they'd collide. But when rumours swirl and Rory's carefully built mask begins to crumble, Siobhán has to decide if she can step out of the shadows to stand beside him, or risk losing the boy who finally made her feel seen. ‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙ This is a fanfiction based on the Boys of Tommen series by Chloe Walsh. All original characters, storylines, and settings from the series belong entirely to her. I don't claim ownership of Rory Kavanagh, the Kavanagh family, or any other characters created by Chloe Walsh. The only exception is Siobhán Wilkinson and any other original characters of my own creation, who belong to me. This story is purely for fun, with no profit involved, and written out of love and appreciation for Chloe Walsh's incredible world and characters. 💛
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟏𝟑
𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 Rory Kavanagh is the golden boy of Ballylaggin, Cork. Since his father retired from professional rugby, making more than enough money for the rest of his family's life. Rory took his father's jersey number-following in his footsteps. Everything was perfect, he'd been training with the academy during the summer, just like his dad. That's until his childhood bestfriend comes home after being away for multiple months.. Then his world flips upside down, with feelings he shouldn't be having for his best friend.Complete
Brendan Clearly. He was the lad I liked since I was barely out of pigtails, the one who never slagged me off when the rest of the boys thought it was gas. He was different. Always smiling, always asking me if I'd eaten, like some little mammy trapped in a seventeen-year-old fella's body. It sounds stupid, but those tiny things kept me going. And then I went and wrecked it. Not just with him-no, I managed to shatter it with all of them. My friends, the ones who made the halls feel less lonely, the ones who kept me tethered here when the world felt too heavy. Gone. Because of me. Just a mistake, that's all it was, but a mistake that cost me everything. And now when I see him across the yard, laughing with the others, it's like a knife. He doesn't even look my way. And I deserve that, don't I? *** Caoimhe Kavanagh. Once upon a time she was my best mate. The kind of girl you'd sit on a wall with for hours, talking about nothing and everything. She was soft, kind, never the type to go looking for trouble. But now? I hardly recognise her. She's gone cold, sharp, always hanging 'round with that crowd-the type of people you know are only bad news. Ciggies tucked in their sleeves, mouths full of poison. And she's right there in the middle of it, like she belongs to them now. Part of me wants to write her off, tell myself she's not the Caoimhe I knew. That girl's dead and gone. But... I can't. I remember too much. The way she used to laugh, the way she'd defend you even when you were being a gobshite, the way she cared more than she ever let on. That's still inside her, I swear it is. I don't care how hard she tries to hide behind the mask she's wearing now-I know my friend is in there somewhere. And I'll drag her back if I have to. Because she's worth it.
More detailsContent Guidelines