TADHG LYNCH X FEM!OC "Isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?" "Hey, Tadhg." "Hey, Blue" INDIGO MILLER LIKES SAFETY. If anything, she yearns for it. Yet the least safe place for her is the place she calls home. For a fresh start, she begins to attend Tommen. Will this be a good choice? Or one that leads her further down a path of destruction? TADHG LYNCH HATES MOST PEOPLE. His walls have been cleverly built from years of trauma, but at what cost? And what will it take for his walls to crumble? ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ ❭❭─❥─➣ 'Isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me?' INVISIBLE STRING - TAYLOR SWIFT ❭❭─❥─➣ 'And i know none of this will matter in the long run. But i know a sound is still a sound around no one.' I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME - FIONA APPLE ❭❭─❥─➣ 'Don't let this darkness fool you. All lights turned off, can be turned on.' CALL YOUR MOM - NOAH KAHAN ❭❭─❥─➣ 'And i'd give up forever to touch you, cause i know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be and i don't wanna go home right now.' IRIS - THE GOO GOO DOLLS

Eleanor Feely x masc!oc! Second generation boys of tommen book "He's a bad dream, nicotine, druggie complication. She's a peace sign, tea time, drinker on occasion He's an east coast, jeans rolled, no communication. She's a welcome sign. But I believe, they're meant to be, something, someday, somehow." ELEANOR FEELY is sick of being left behind. The outcast of her family, the only one to ever leave the small circle she was born into. She was sick of being the odd one out, of being 'too quiet'. So what happens when she stumbles into a boy who could fuck up her pristine track record? OR.. LUCAS IRVING is up to no good. Smoking cigarettes, partying, fucking around, fighting. He doesn't have the greatest record... until her. A girl with glasses and a clean slate smile that could intoxicate almost anyone. He make be a careless little shit, but he'd do just about anything to get her.

TADGH LYNCH X FEM!OC BASED OFF THE BOYS OF TOMMEN SERIES, ANY AND ALL CREDITS GO TO CHLOE WALSH "Hey, Stud?" "Yes, Birdie?" WHEN Wren Wells joins Tommen college with her sisters after getting in through pure luck, she finds herself involved with the infamous hotheaded hurler. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ╰⪼ And if i may just take your breath away, I don't mind if there's not much to say Sometimes the silence guides the mind To move to a place so far away. SWEATER WEATHER - the neighbourhood ╰⪼ I don't mind spending everyday, Out on your corner in the pouring rain. Look for the girl with a broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while. SHE WILL BE LOVED - MAROON 5 ╰⪼ I'm so tired of being the girl that i am, every good thing has turned into something i dread. And i'm playing the victim so good in my head But it's me who's been making the bed. MAKING THE BED - OLIVIA RODRIGO

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

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.

Niamh Wilkinson learned early that love doesn't come easy. With a mother who tears her down at every turn, she's built a tough exterior--sharp words and a need to prove she's untouchable. But beneath it all, she aches for someone to see her. Rory Kavanagh has seen her since the beginning. He was just a boy, nine years old, sitting in his best friend's kitchen the first time Niamh walked in--and he's been hopelessly hooked ever since. Now he's trying to win her attention with persistence, humor, and a heart that refuses to quit.

Éabha Holland grew up learning to tiptoe--around glass on the floor, around her father's moods, around a kind of love that hurt as much as it held her. She's running out of ways to stay numb. Her dad's addiction taught her how to disappear; hers might finish the job. AJ Lynch has his own shadows--a family name that carries both pride and wreckage, a temper that burns too hot, and a soft spot for the girl who never learned to ask for help.

Edel doesn't do soft. She doesn't do safe. And she definitely doesn't do sober. She walks into BCS with sharp eyes, dirty secrets, and an addiction she pretends she controls. A dead father. An alcoholic mother. A home that never felt like one. Until John Kavanagh. John has money, a future, and a family that still works. A life Edel was never meant to touch. Different worlds. Same school. She doesn't need saving. He doesn't know he's trying anyway. Some girls don't run because they're reckless. They run because staying would kill them.

Rory kavanagh the next big star that has everyone at their feet and could care less about what people think of him well that's what he wants people to think. Aurora Lilla Wilkinson the girl everyone exact two people in school hate and she don't care. Why should she? She has more importing things to worry about. What will happen when they start to develop feeling that should never be even thought about between them will they follow their heart? Or will they part ways like everyone says they should.

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.