Patrick Feely has had a thing for Lizzie Young when they were children. He had thought he'd gotten over it years ago, they weren't close and they never really had been. Sure, they were friends, they had known eachother since childhood but now they were like strangers. Since last year Lizzie had been consuming Patrick's mind again, not like before when they were kids, this time it felt deeper, like a craving he knew he couldn't have.

Joey Lynch x fem oc -------- He's about to meet his match. When teenagers from the same side of the tracks collide. The second born son in a broken marriage, Joey Lynch has spent a lifetime picking up the pieces of a family unraveling. When his older brother Darren skips town on his first day of secondary school, twelve year old Joey finds himself thrown into the role of protector to his younger siblings and mother. Plagued by self-loathing, and furious with the world, he grapples with teenage life, his unwavering sense of duty to his family, while balancing precariously close to a life of addiction that threatens to swallow him whole. Jasmine Monroe, the youngest daughter of Finn and Madie Monroe, a little girl who's forced to grow up still young, along with her older sisters Roselyn and Aisling Monroe, raised in an abusive household. Her one and only dream to be an artist only to be crushed by the world who seems to be cruel to this little twelve year old girl. Furious and hurt by the damn world, she finds herself seeking comfort in pain. While her life feeling like living in the dark, she's able to find a lightness that seems to be struggling just like her. Will they be able to save each other or ruin each other even worse?

He didn't believe in second chances. She didn't believe in people. Tadgh Lynch had spent most of his life angry. Angry at his father. Angry at himself. Angry at a world that didn't stop burning even after everything he loved had already gone up in smoke. Now sixteen, living under someone else's roof, wearing the number 11 stitched into the back of his jersey, he was still trying to outrun a ghost with his mother's eyes and a monster's voice. Everyone in Tommen knew who he was - the hothead with a rugby number and a bruised knuckle, the smile that meant trouble, the boy who never stayed long enough to get hurt. Flora Feely? She didn't care. Quiet, awkward, sharp as broken glass when she spoke, Flora had mastered the art of staying unnoticed. It was easier that way. People couldn't leave if they never really saw you. And she was tired - tired of silence in her house, tired of being Patrick Feely's little sister, tired of pretending her heart hadn't gone cold the day her father walked out and her mam didn't ask him to stay. She didn't plan on noticing Tadgh Lynch. He didn't plan on needing her. But sometimes the fire in you recognizes the fire in someone else - and it doesn't matter how much you try to smother it. It burns anyway.

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?

Neasa Biggs and Oscar Feely had always been meant to be. But after may 4th, before there 3rd and 4th years, everything changed. Because if only Oscar Feely had stayed 30 more minutes, maybe, just maybe. It would've been him she picked. But she picked Quinn Wilkinson. And she knew she didn't truly love him. Because anytime she saw Oscar with another girl- she was jealous, angry. Anytime Oscar saw her with Quinn or another guy, he was jealous, angry. Everyone knew except them. They were meant for each other, but couldn't get each other. Not yet, at least. They were soulmates who loved each other at different times. Will they be able to tell each other before the timer runs out or will they never get the chance to?

Boys Of Tommen Fanfiction Joey lynch X Mia Thistle "It was destroying me. Every single day, another piece of my chipped away. But Joey Lynch owned my heart and soul and he could shatter them if he wanted to."