Joey Lynch x Maeve Healy. In which Maeve, a girl filled with grief and anger, finds herself colliding- both personality wise and physically- with the hot-headed hurler. boys of tommen. grumpy x grumpy joey lynch x female oc unless i've introduced them otherwise, all characters mentioned are from the boys of tommen series by chloe walsh!

── ੈ✩‧₊˚ my reputations never been worse, so you must like me for me.. ❜ ❪ boys of tommen fanfic .ᐟ johnny kavanagh x female oc .. ❫ started: 08/08/25 ended: tbd lowercase intended cover made by: @swannluvr !

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.

"SHE CORRUPTED HIM-" "-AND HE LET HER BECAUSE LOVING HER WAS THE ONLY TRUTH, HE'D EVER WANTED." CIARA LYNCH was born angry-raised by an alcoholic father, abandoned by a mother who left long before she was gone. From Wild Orchid Manor in Ballylaggin's upper northwest, she'd spent her life surviving in silence. To the town, she was the fierce sapphire-eyed girl who had it all. But behind the mask lay everything she fought to hide: the bipolar disorder she never asked for, the bruises she couldn't explain, and the family secrets that kept her trapped. By fifteen, her body carried scars no child should have. All she wanted was to stay invisible, to keep the truth buried where no one could find it. But secrets don't stay hidden forever. And when Ciara's disorder-and her parents' abuse-were dragged into the light, the world she built collapsed, forcing her to face the one thing she feared most: being truly seen. GERARD GIBSON was the joker of Tommen College-the loud, laughing boy everyone in Ballylaggin swore had the perfect life. And for years, he believed it too, especially with the girl he'd loved since childhood. What he never realised was that his entire world was built on lies. He didn't know Ciara was bipolar. He didn't know the bruises on her pale skin weren't accidents. He didn't know she was being hurt in her own home in the Cork countryside. Every excuse she gave, every story she told, he believed-because it never crossed his mind that she lied just to survive. At seventeen, Gerard had his own shadows-old tragedies and nightmares that still rattled his bones-but none of it prepared him for the truth about Ciara Lynch. He thought he knew her better than anyone. In reality, he knew nothing at all. Could love like theirs endure the mess of truth and trauma, or were they always meant to ruin one another? ( Book One Of The Ballylaggin Chronicles The Boys of Tommen Series By Chloe Walsh Gerard Gibson X Oc (Ciara Lynch) )

Éireann O'Brien and Tadhg Lynch were best friends once. Now, starting first year at Tommen, they can barely exchange a glance without it turning into a fight. She's closed-off and has too much responsibility for someone her age. He's angry, unpredictable, and always one wrong word away from snapping. They're constantly at odds but behind every glare and argument is a history neither of them can forget. Because some bonds don't break. They just change. And what happens when the person you can't stand... is the only one who really sees you? [tadhg lynch fanfic]

- ;༊ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋. *ੈ✩‧₊˚ - ‎ꫂ᭪݁ ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍'ˎ˗ has always possessed an inexplicable tenderness for the things others deem too broken to love. She sees the sorrow concealed beneath bitterness, the vulnerability buried beneath bravado, and the humanity in those who have long since forgotten their own. ⟢ 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 is no exception. A boy acquainted with suffering, a heart hardened by circumstance, he has spent his life believing himself undeserving of the very tenderness Maeve so fearlessly offers. But where others see a lost cause, Maeve sees a boy worth choosing. Worth believing in. Worth trusting, even when loving him means standing before every reason to walk away. Together, they are a paradox of tenderness and tempest, two fractured souls recognising their own unspoken sorrows in one another. And perhaps love was never meant to be the salvation of another's darkness, but the quiet, unwavering conviction that even the most beleaguered heart is still deserving of light. But what becomes of a heart that risks everything to believe in another, when the most devastating act of faith is trusting that the person it has chosen will not become the loss it was never prepared to survive?

Rory Kavanagh was fine until Maeve Gibson started dating his worst enemy. She's his best friend. She's not supposed to get under his skin like this. Now she's pulling away, and Rory can't stop watching, can't stop wanting. Something's off. Something's wrong. And he's running out of time to stop it.

Cover by: @_Jenxkiss When Kian Holland finds himself working for Joey Lynch of all people, Mallory Lynch finds herself falling for the boy she was always warned about.

Conor Kavanagh. The heartthrob of Tommen College. The biggest playboy in the school - cocky smirk, rugby jersey practically sewn onto him, always with a smart comment and that maddening wink. He's friendly, charming, flirty as hell. The kind of lad who'd carry your bag for you and somehow make it seem like your idea. But don't let that fool you - he's trouble. All sharp jawlines and swagger. And somehow, he's decided I'm his next bloody charity case. I hate it. I hate how he shows up when I don't ask, how he looks at me like I'm breakable. I don't need saving - I've got it sorted. The drink, the pills, the temper - all of it. My mess, not his. And every time I tell him to back off, to leave me be, he just gets closer, like I'm speaking in code. I don't need his pity or his perfect face. I don't need him. So why does part of me keep hoping he'll show up again tomorrow? *** Sinead Biggs. The reigning queen of Tommen. Sharp-tongued, sharp-eyed, and terrifying in heels. Everyone thinks she's just Cath's little sister - until she opens her gob and makes half the school cry before lunch. She walks those halls like she owns them, and honestly? She kind of does. The lads are scared of her. The girls want to be her. And me? I'm hopelessly, pathetically into her. Everyone knows it. My mates won't shut up about it. Even when she's tearing strips off me with that mouth of hers, I'm there grinning like a gobshite. Because deep down, I remember. I remember when we used to be best friends. When she used to laugh like a lunatic at my stupid jokes, when her hand would brush mine and neither of us would move away. But then came Owen Rice - the prick. Then came that night. The accident. The hospital. And when she came back, she wasn't the same. She'd built up walls with barbed wire. She'd become someone colder, louder, crueler. But I still see her. The girl I knew. And every once in a while, when no one's looking, I think she sees me too.