ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ғᴇᴇʟʏ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ "Sweets?" "Yes, Patty?" Sienna Quinn was alienated by her peers. Having never experienced a friend, romance or a stable home life, she must try to keep herself from falling off the edge, even when more and more piles on top of her, all while navigating her self-worth and descent into toxic means of coping... Or punishment. Patrick Feely was the dependable Number 12 of Tommen College. Masked behind a stoic, unbothered exterior, he spends his life starved for affection in a home defined by freezing, clinical silence. Running on a robotic loop of grueling manual labor and locker-room expectations, he uses empty, mechanical friction to turn down the roaring volume in his own head. But when a nameless, bruised second-year stray forces her way into his quiet sanctuary, his carefully built walls begin to crack-and the rugged player who learned to listen to hallway cruelty in silence realizes he is entirely sick of watching her bleed.

Lacey Love Keane is a hurricane in heels. At 17, she's got a reputation for being the girl who doesn't need anyone but everyone seems to need her. A fiery mix of wild confidence, untamed charm, and a heart that refuses to be caged, Lacey moves to Ballylaggin to live with her Aunt Orla. Far from her life in London, Lacey doesn't plan on sticking around long but a series of complicated relationships might just change that. When she reunites with Patrick Feely, the boy who used to be her summer sidekick, sparks fly. But it's Joey Lynch, the bad boy with a heart of stone, who's the real problem. They're two sides of the same coin: both emotionally unavailable, both fiercely independent. And neither one knows how to stay away from the other. Then there's Johnny Kavanagh, the one guy who makes her feel things she's spent years trying to avoid. He's everything Lacey doesn't want to want, and he knows exactly how to push her buttons. But what happens when the lines between hate, attraction, and something deeper start to blur? Ballylaggin won't be the same once Lacey Love Keane sets her sights on it. She's a storm waiting to happen and it's going to tear everything apart.

For all of Gigi's life she's forced away all the bad and radiated nothing but goodness. That is until one fateful night when she just can't take it anymore. A bottle of vodka in one hand and the other gripping a ledge, she promises herself that finishing what should have happened all those years ago will release her and those she loves from so much pain. Joey Lynch does not need any more stress in his life. Both he and his siblings were finally free from the hellscape that was their lives and are now prospering in their new foster home with the Kavanaughs. He's sober, going to a good school, and finally starting to feel like a person again or is he? After seeing his ex at a party he finds himself needing something to quiet his mind, quiet that specific voice. What he didn't need was to find a girl clutching a bottle of vodka as she sat on the very bridge he once had. He knows her. How could he forget a girl like her? A promise for a promise. Secret for a secret. He just wants her to come down and she wants him to go away. Two 6s find one another after many years of pain and find a form of peace in each other's darkness. The question is: Who will break their promise first?

❝ 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 .

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! ♱

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 He was so happy. How was he so happy all the time? Nobody is that happy. It's impossible. ____________________________________ 𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 I hated everything about myself. The way my body matured differently than Shannon's. The way my body was curved and built for the eyes of man. I hated me. I hated everything. 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐍 I was funny. Not as funny as my brother. I had a nice smile, my mother told me so(but she wouldn't believe me if I had told her) I was good at smiling, it made me look happy and that made me feel happy. I wanted to wipe any unhappy memories out of my brain, I wanted to clean the dirt dug into my skin. But I can't. So I'm just happy. 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟖 BOYS OF TOMMEN FANFIC #1 Shannonlynch (12/29/24 #1 chloewalsh (1/6/25

Rory Kavanagh x Fem!oc! Second generation boys of tommen book! 'I'd kinda like it if you'd call me, cause I'm so over being lonely. I need a virtual connection, be my video obsession.' RORY KAVANAGH doesn't enjoy people all that much. Sure, he'll go to the odd party, but it distracts him from the real goal. Rugby. Carrying the weight of the world's wishes for him, Rory has no choice but to follow in his father's footsteps and take on the rugby world like no other. What happens when a leggy girl with a big smile enters his mind and he just can't seem to get her out?? OR.. CHARLOTTE IRVING puts up with a lot of bullshit daily. Having lived with her four brothers most of her life, she's grown to accept the fact that her life is a complete wild card at the best of times. With an unwavering smile on her face, she conceals her real feelings and saves the tears for her pillow. What happens when a boy with a tendency to observe gains complete focus on her??

I had never needed anyone. I didn't know what it was like to need a person until I met him. I needed him. He looked at me as if there was something inside me worth looking at. I hated him for it. Why? Because I could see myself loving him. If only things had happened differently.

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.