Katie Wilmot already has enough problems. Patrick Feely has plenty of his own. Between family expectations, secrets, and the weight they're both carrying, neither of them is looking for another complication. Especially not each other. Especially not when Katie is already with someone else. His best friend. And Patrick already has a line he swore he'd never cross. And that was the problem from the start.

Brendan Clearly. He was the lad I liked since I was barely out of pigtails, the one who never slagged me off when the rest of the boys thought it was gas. He was different. Always smiling, always asking me if I'd eaten, like some little mammy trapped in a seventeen-year-old fella's body. It sounds stupid, but those tiny things kept me going. And then I went and wrecked it. Not just with him-no, I managed to shatter it with all of them. My friends, the ones who made the halls feel less lonely, the ones who kept me tethered here when the world felt too heavy. Gone. Because of me. Just a mistake, that's all it was, but a mistake that cost me everything. And now when I see him across the yard, laughing with the others, it's like a knife. He doesn't even look my way. And I deserve that, don't I? *** Caoimhe Kavanagh. Once upon a time she was my best mate. The kind of girl you'd sit on a wall with for hours, talking about nothing and everything. She was soft, kind, never the type to go looking for trouble. But now? I hardly recognise her. She's gone cold, sharp, always hanging 'round with that crowd-the type of people you know are only bad news. Ciggies tucked in their sleeves, mouths full of poison. And she's right there in the middle of it, like she belongs to them now. Part of me wants to write her off, tell myself she's not the Caoimhe I knew. That girl's dead and gone. But... I can't. I remember too much. The way she used to laugh, the way she'd defend you even when you were being a gobshite, the way she cared more than she ever let on. That's still inside her, I swear it is. I don't care how hard she tries to hide behind the mask she's wearing now-I know my friend is in there somewhere. And I'll drag her back if I have to. Because she's worth it.

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.

"The addiction didn't love her, I did." A.J. Lynch has it all-talent, confidence, and a name that carries weight at Tommen College. Christina Holland? She's the girl he's meant to hate. Christina's reputation comes before her-and A.J. knows exactly who her father is. He should hate her. But the more he sees her, the harder that gets.

Amira, daughter of Emmaline Leila Warner and Kai Kishimoto, was born into a world finally rebuilt-quiet, orderly, and seemingly perfect. But her parents knew better than to trust peace. Beneath the calm, they sensed the cracks. So they trained their children the way they had been trained-sharpened, watchful, ready. Because safety is never promised, and the next threat is always closer than it seems. - see me (by jackssfox) fanfiction

So I thought hmmm. Seeing the situation and how everything might be like not coming back . I wanted to like maybe just maybe post my see me one shots that I never thought would get posted hehe .

These are just fun little one shots I'm gonna post when I'm bored. THANKS TO MY VANYA

Alia has always been easy to overlook silent, reserved, blending into the background like a ghost. But she sees everything. She sees the way Adam carries the weight of his past, the way he clings to his anger because it's easier than letting go. And maybe, just maybe, she sees something in him that no one else does. Adam never planned to notice her. She was just there, quiet, unobtrusive, drawing in her notebook while the world moved on without her. But somehow, she became a constant. A quiet presence in the chaos of his life. And the more he notices her, the more he realizes, he doesn't want to stop. A story of slow healing, quiet understanding, and love that sneaks up when you least expect it. Cover does not belong to me. Credits to the owner. [started march 2025 - finished april 2025]