Gibsiegibson Stories

"𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤𝙬," "𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮'𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚?" "𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚." -the neighbourhood hadley wallace-wells has always loved. she loves a lot, maybe too much. she has been dancing through life, through every mess her family has been through, for as long as she can remember. she dances to forget. to make it stop hurting. her father never recovered after gibsie's dad died, slipping deeper into drinking while her mom tried to keep everyone in line, leaving hadley to hold herself together. gibsie has always been there, a constant. they've grown up together-they know each other. and for him, she can let herself laugh, tease, spin through the air-but never let him see the shadows she hides, the weight she carries. she's too busy worrying about him, wanting to take care of him, be there for him, be perfect. he's all bright smiles and sunlit energy, but she can see the shadows behind his grin. somewhere between the laughter, the teasing, and quiet cinnamon-scented nights, they'll have to figure out if two people holding pieces of broken hearts can keep spinning together without falling apart.

❛ i have been drowning my whole life, eden, but being with you is the only time i feel like i can really breathe. . . ❜ 𓂃 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🪽 ‧₊˚ . . . 𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 has spent years perfecting the art of detachment, hiding behind a mask of beauty and sharpness. in fact, only a handful of people are able to remember the shy, quiet child that she was, until a boat tipped, a sister died, and everything in her life fell apart. burned by friendship one too many times, she now understands that it's impossible to be let down if you shut everyone out... and that you can't feel bad if you feel nothing at all. however, the fire of eden's love isn't quite extinguished yet. one flicker remains, and it belongs to none other than 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐧. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ gerard gibson x fem!oc © aelinslegend 𝜗ৎ 2025. 'boys of tommen' belongs to CW! (problematic author)

random chapters that i haven't released from previous books (:

ILLICT AFFAIRS AND WISHBONES ' Binding Thirteen | Taming Seven | Keeping Thirteen. ' ☆ FOLKLORE TOMMEN TRIANGLE:: ( Claire Biggs, Gerald Gibson & Roxanne Lynch. ) ( owned by chloe walsh but plot is solely mine) @clairebiggs, 2025.

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.

AJ Lynch trata de aprovechar la vida que su padre no pudo tener. Pero todo cambia cuando se encuentra con Niamh Holland. Niamh es hija de Shane Holland, hombre que destrozo la vida del padre de AJ, Joey Lynch. AJ inmediatamente la tacha pensando que es como si padre pero inebitamente no puede sacar sus ojos de ella

She was the storm that crashed into his kingdom. He just didn't know he'd beg to drown in it. ---- Rory Kavanagh has always ruled Tommen College-rugby captain, academic golden boy, and the untouchable king of the halls. Then came Sloane Reeve: the first girl to ever step foot into Tommen's elite world, armed with sharp comebacks, a killer serve, and a past she never talks about. ---- They were never meant to get along. But when rivals start burning a little too hot, someone's bound to get scorched. ---- ‼️ The photo used on the cover is not mine. Credits to its rightful owner. Started on: April 22nd, 2025 Finished on: ----

✧･ﾟ𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗡𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗔 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗 was the kind of girl destined to be missed at first glance, a shy wallflower whose delicate beauty only revealed itself to those who paused to truly look. With eyes larger than half her face, she appeared like a beautiful, fragile dream, a girl who had spent her life shrinking into small, safe corners. To her tormentors, she was simply the prey; to herself, she was a quiet clock counting down. Her solace was a secret checklist-a list of small, defiant acts to complete before she leaves Tommen a year early, escaping the walls that have held her captive. She was shattered into pieces, finding fleeting peace only in the school's forgotten rooms, yet the war in her mind and her toxic home was a secret she would never voice. 𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗞𝗔𝗩𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗛, the Tommen College rugby star. Known for his disciplined nature, his overwhelming popularity, and his own quiet burden of emotional neglect and high expectations, Johnny is the school's unshakeable anchor. When fate forces him to accept Magnolia as his English tutor, the dynamic is immediately explosive. Initially, Magnolia's visibility brings only fear, drawing unwanted attention and cruel slurs. Yet, the necessity of the tutoring sessions forces the two into an intimacy she has never known. In the quiet structure of their study time, Magnolia starts to heal, slowly blooming as Johnny's intense, unwavering gaze cuts through the noise of her trauma. He doesn't see the rumors; he sees her. She was supposed to teach him English. Instead, she teaches him poetry-the fierce, beautiful poetry of her culture, her body, and her spirit. Johnny Kavanagh wants to see her, to protect her, and to make her stay. And just maybe, his fierce, anchoring heart will be strong enough to shatter the mold of pain she fought so desperately to hold, giving her a new list: a reason to live, and a future to claim.

" 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 " - 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡 , 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 by : alice liddel <3 2025 started : december 27th , 2024 published : august 11th , 2025 ended : ongoing

1st book of the series > Maeve Callahan knows how to disappear. At home, she stays quiet to survive. At school, she keeps her head down to avoid being seen. Moving to Cork was supposed to be a fresh start. But when her twin sister comes home high during their first week, Maeve is forced to follow the trail-and it leads straight to Tadgh Lynch. He's loud. He's reckless. He's trouble. And Maeve is sure he's the one who dragged her sister into it. Except... he's not. What starts as a brutal misunderstanding spirals into something messier. Angrier. Closer. Maeve doesn't trust boys like Tadgh. And Tadgh doesn't let anyone close enough to know the truth. But beneath their sharp words and silent glares, they're both carrying more than they can handle alone. Secrets. Pain. Shame. Fire. The kind of damage that doesn't go away just because you pretend it never happened. As friendships shift, lines blur, and emotions burn slow and hot, Maeve and Tadgh will have to decide whether to keep blaming each other-or face the things they've spent years trying to forget. An enemies-to-lovers story about trauma, trust, and the people who become home when everything else falls apart.

౨ৎ in which tadgh lynch meets a girl with a similar past of his own before being adopted by the kavanaghs, may kennedy. she was a wallflower, drowning herself in deep sorrow and little lynch reached to save her.

✔︎ remeber when your lost in the darkness - look for the light. ✵

the tommen boys were the ones who carried out the 7 minute heist.. and this is how they did it.

𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. You know the way some people just click? Like, proper soul twin stuff - same craic, same mad humour, same 'I'd die for a chicken fillet roll' energy. That's what it means, really. Birds of a feather and all that - it's just saying we all find our little gang eventually. The ones who get your weirdness and never judge you for ugly crying over a boy from maths class who doesn't even know your name. Right, so picture this - a book that's just pure vibes. Like, no pages wasted on anyone dying or lads being absolute gobshites for no reason. Just deadly fun stuff - sneaky kisses behind chippers, late-night beach swims, too much fake tan and not enough sense. Maybe a bit of drama, sure, but the juicy kind - not the sobbing-in-the-rain type. More like, 'Oops I kissed the wrong twin' kind of buzz. It'd be unreal, like a girly sleepover mixed with a Y2K romcom. Every chapter would be like: 'Did that just happen?!' And you'd reread it with your best friend squealing beside you. Deadly craic altogether.

𝙅 𝙊 𝙀 𝙔 𝙇 𝙔 𝙉 𝘾 𝙃 was broken from the start. Born into a shattered family as the second son, he lost his only protector when he left town. With no one else to step up, he was forced to become a father to his siblings while still just a boy himself. To survive, he fell into a world he never wanted, a desperate reality of drugs and addiction. It was in this darkness that he found a fleeting, impossible light: Orla Gallagher. She looked like an angel, but her words were laced with a sharp, undeniable wit. To him, she wasn't just a girl-she was magic. He became entranced by her light, consumed by a desperate need to make it glow forever, to save it from the very world he inhabited. But as the lines between friend and lover blurred, a terrifying truth emerged. Joey Lynch was a boy who knew how to keep people out, a boy who built walls around himself, and those walls were suffocating the one person who mattered Now, he faces the most agonizing problem of his life: his last chance at salvation, Orla, might not open the door he so desperately needs her to walk through.

𝙊𝙋𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙄𝘼 𝙇𝙔𝙉𝘾𝙃'S fury was a storm that broke loose the second she saw her sister go down. Without a second thought, she mistook 𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉𝙉𝙔 𝙆𝘼𝙑𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙂𝙃 for the culprit and decided he deserved a dose of his own medicine. Grabbing the rugby ball, she launched it back at him with a force that was all raw, righteous anger. Johnny saw her, and in that moment, the entire world outside of her seemed to fade away. He was a boy who lived and breathed the game, but her sheer intensity pulled his attention off the pitch. It wasn't her body he noticed first, but her eyes-the color of whiskey, sharp and defiant, framed by dark lashes that contrasted with the soft, rebellious pink in her hair. He noticed the way she swallowed hard, as if choking down words she couldn't dare to speak, and the way her jaw tightened before she unleashed a snarky remark at his best friend, Gibsie. He was captivated. But he knew, with a certainty that was both thrilling and terrifying, that girls like her came with a warning label. They were the ones who broke you and then laughed as you bled. Still, a dangerous instinct told him that to let her walk away would be a regret he'd carry forever. ♱ ᴏᴘʜᴇʟɪᴀ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴀꜰꜰᴀɪʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɢ. ꜱʜᴇ ʙɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ! ꜱʜᴇ ᴇᴀᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ! ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ! ♱

Tadgh Lynch is the golden boy, a man who built a new life on a foundation of charm and sharp edges. But the ghost of his past, a girl named Loretta Wilkson, still haunts him. Loretta Wilkson has been drowning her whole life, pulled under by the weight of a trauma that stained her soul. She watched her sister die in a frigid lake, a body of water that had already claimed the life of another girl. Tadgh was her only light, her one tether to a world she was rapidly losing control of. But her destructive actions, born from a chaos she couldn't quell, shattered that fragile bond. She was sent away, her mind and body numbed by pills, a cruel and desperate attempt to make her forget what she so desperately needed to remember. Now, her reality is a fractured mosaic, a world where the past and present bleed into one another, where truth is a lie and lies are all she has left. Fate, a cruel and relentless mistress, has brought them back together, pulling Tadgh back into her chaotic orbit. He no longer sees the girl he fell in love with but a broken, fragile creature he barely recognizes. Tadgh is a man determined to understand the past that ruined them both, to piece together the shattered fragments of her memory, and to fix what she believes is beyond repair. Loretta is a fortress of secrets, convinced that her suffering is a burden she must carry alone, a penance she must pay. She wants to be alone in her self-destruction, but Tadgh's presence, his relentless pursuit of the truth, makes that impossible. He knows that to save her, he may have to sacrifice the life he's so carefully constructed-his reputation, his new love, everything. He will stop at nothing to uncover the secrets buried beneath her pain, to fight for the ending she deserves. But he has to wonder: can you ever save a girl so determined to destroy herself?

Andy Stevens is tommens pretty popular princess. She's a good girl to all her teacher and a kind face to her fellow pupils. Behind that mask is a broken helpless girl how just needed her best friend the one she's is falling for and fast. Patrick Feely is the quiet one. He plays rugby for his school and is ridiculous musically talented. He's home life is hard and he doesn't talk about it to anyone but one special girl. The girl he's loved since he was 3. Patrick Feely x fem oc I do not own most of these characters.

Rory Kavanagh. The best rugby player Tommen has ever seen-well, besides his da, obviously. Johnny Kavanagh. The Johnny Kavanagh. Our parents are basically joint at the hip, best mates since they were kids. And naturally, me and Rory just... became mates too. That's the deal. That's what we said we'd be. Friends. Right? Friends. But like-come on. Have you seen him? His abs? That man has a six-pack like he's sculpted from marble. His hair? Brown and silky, like-like a shampoo ad or somethin'. And those eyes? The kind of blue that makes you forget your own name. I swear to God, I'm not even being dramatic. So yeah... maybe I've a teeny, tiny, miniscule crush on him. Can you blame me? No. No, you can't. I won't hear it. But I'm not saying a thing. No way. What if he just laughs? That'd kill me. So for now, I'll just pretend I don't stare at him for longer than is normal when he talks. For now, it's just friendship. Grand. ...But what if he does feel the same? *** Bethany Gibson. Jaysus. She's been my best friend since we were in playschool, like actually since nappies. She's pure chaos-loud, mad, always in trouble for something-but I wouldn't change a thing about her. Not one thing. She's class. Gorgeous too. Not just like "oh she's grand," no-proper gorgeous. Her blonde curls bounce when she laughs, and I swear it's like the sun's just following her around. Her eyes? Silver. Like not even grey-silver, like a flipping fairy or something. Every time she looks at me, I forget what I was saying. Which is not ideal when you're trying to seem normal, right? I've fancied her since I was about seven. Maybe six. But what am I supposed to do? Tell her? What if she just laughs and goes, "Ah you're gas," and then pats me on the head like I'm some lost puppy? I'd actually evaporate from shame. But then again... what if she does like me back? What if all this time I was too scared to see it?