𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Maire Gibson falls for the broken Joey Lynch, but nobody realises behind her smiles that she is just as broken as him. [joey lynch]

Caoimhe Kavanagh Sixteen, quiet but stubborn. Always the good girl, the rule-follower-until Aidan. She's smart, a little lost, and suddenly in way over her head. But she's all in. Heart first, logic later. Aidan Holland Seventeen, bruised in more ways than one. Loyal, guarded, and trying like hell not to ruin the one good thing in his life-Caoimhe. He's never had soft before, and now he's terrified to lose it. Set in early 2010s Cork, Finding 17 follows sixteen-year-old Caoimhe, the girl who's always done everything right, and Aidan, the boy born into everything wrong. Their secret connection ignites-messy, reckless, and impossibly tender. But as lies pile up and threats close in, they'll both have to choose: stay safe or risk everything for a love that was never supposed to happen.

forelsket; (n.) the euphoria you experience when you're first falling in love Tadhg Lynch × Fem!oc a boys of tommen fanfiction New school. New chaos. And apparently, Madeline Carter's talent for sarcasm is just too good to go unnoticed. Between dodging smug rugby players, surviving the social minefield of Tommen College, and keeping her little brother alive at home, she's basically a one-woman storm of trouble. "Hey Bug" "Hey Blondie" Maddie didn't ask for enemies. She didn't ask for boys who glare at her like she personally ruined their lives. She didn't even ask for friends who somehow make chaos look adorable. But she got all of it anyway. 1st - #tadhglynch 1st - #shannonlynch 1st - #johnnykavanagh 1st - #boyfriend 1st - #tommen 1st - #ya 1st - #sarcasm 1st - #boysoftommen 1st - #joeylynch Started : 27/11/2025 Finished : 19/04/2026 (my birthday!!) Warning: sarcasm, sass, and mature themes ahead. Reading may result in spontaneous laughter, eye rolls, and crushing on the wrong boy.

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 OC

𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 (𝟏𝟔) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐠 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐡-𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐆 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝟏𝟔) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦? 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨. 𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲?

She is under water, but he will pull her out. Whatever it takes. Tadgh Lynch doesn't do distractions. He's guarded, sharp, and has more baggage than he lets on. But starting at Tommen College, nothing's supposed to shake him-not even her. Jaylana Pierce is quiet, bruised, and hiding something no one else sees. Secrets are second nature to her. Survival depends on them. Tadgh knows he should stay away. But the more he sees through her walls, the harder that becomes. And saving her might just cost him everything.

Patrick Feely X Female OC 'I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.' "Teach me how to love. Teach me how to feel again." Savannah Lynch had layers. Layers impossible to penetrate. Savannah Lynch had secrets. Patrick Feely observed. He saw through her mask. Patrick Feely knew her better than herself. FOREVER - NOAH KAHAN That I'm broke, but I'm real rich in my head That I broke a bone that never healed in my hand So, when I hold her close, I might loosen my grip But I won't ever let her go I won't ever let her go FREE NOW - GRACIE ABRAMS If you find yourself out, if there is a right time Chances are I'll be here, we could share a lifeline If you feel like fallin', catch me on the way down Never been less empty, all I feel is free now THAT PART - LAUREN SPENCER SMITH When I met you I told my friends that I'd date you No one believed it would come true But look where we are We're on our way, I know one day we'll get to that part

𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐒, rich, unreal, always looking like she's just stepped out of somewhere better than here. The kind of girl people turn to look at twice, even when they don't mean to. I might've fancied her once. Alright-more than once. But that was before I got any sense. Before I remembered she's his sister. My best mate's sister. And that's a line you don't cross unless you've a death wish. Still... it's hard not to look. Not when she laughs like that, head tipped back, like the whole world's in on the joke. Not when she walks past and smells like something expensive I can't even name. I don't stare. I'm not that stupid. Just the odd glance. That's all. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐘, brooding, mysterious, keeps to himself. He doesn't stare too long at anyone. He's too busy focusing on that guitar of his. And I know lassies find it endearing. But I don't care. I see him around the house, the group hangs out a lot there so it's hard to miss a friend like him. I can't be interested- and it's not as if I am. Hell, he's a player from hell. And I'm heaven.

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.

Brian O'Neill. The coldest fella Tommen's has ever seen-or so they say. And I get it. He walks down the halls like he owns the place, never says much unless he has to, face like it's carved out of marble, always unreadable. He's like a winter prince-untouchable, a bit terrifying, and way too beautiful to be real. But he's mine. He's my boyfriend. He makes my heart beat like a bloody war drum every time he so much as looks at me with that stormy gaze of his. Protective to a fault. He'd burn the whole world down if it meant keeping his siblings safe. They're everything to him-his whole bleeding heart, even if he acts like he hasn't got one. And he fights. Not schoolyard scuffles. Not rugby scraps. I'm talking about underground, illegal fights. The kind you don't talk about. The kind you pray he walks away from. *** Daisy Biggs. If sunshine had a body and a runway walk, it'd be her. She's Ireland's it girl-covers of magazines, Vogue campaigns, CHANEL deals before she was even out of third year. Everyone knows her name. Every girl wants to be her, and every lad stares a bit too long when she walks past. But she's mine. She's my girlfriend. Yeah-me. The cold bastard with blood on his knuckles and bruises under his hoodie. I don't know how I pulled her, honest to God. Maybe 'cause she sees something in me no one else bothers to look for. But we keep it quiet. No one at Tommen's knows. Can't risk the papers finding out, or the other students. She's soft with me. Gentle in a way that makes me forget I've got cuts across my ribs or a busted lip. When I show up to her place, bleeding or shaking or just not right in the head after a fight, she never freaks. She just pulls me in, cleans me up, and wraps her arms around me like I'm something worth saving. I know she hates the fights. Hates what they do to me. Hates what I have to do to win. But what am I supposed to do? When you've got a da who treats you like a weapon, you learn real quick that choices are a luxury.