PATRICK FEELY has been hung up on his best friends girlfriend for years, wallowing in his sadness and unhealthy coping mechanisms. Things seem to change when his teammates cousin, MAGGIE KAVANAGH, moves to Ireland. For the first time in their lives, they feel seen like never before.

Mike Biggs-the most handsome boy in Tommen. Bit of a gentleman, but he knows how to shut people up when needed. Never thought we'd be close, but after what happened with Sinead-his little sister and my best friend-things shifted. Do I like it? Can't say for sure. He's different when it's just the two of us. Softer. Kinder. But right now, I don't have time for love. I need to focus on becoming like my ma, playing in the orchestra. That's what matters. Not Mike Biggs and whatever this is between us... right? Bridget Feely-shy, sweet, and has this quiet kind of beauty that sneaks up on you. We've been friends for a while, and maybe-just maybe-I've thought about her as more than that. But I never let myself dwell on it. Until I heard her play the violin. Christ, I had no idea she could play like that. Now? Now I can't stop thinking about her. The way she looks when she plays, the way the music seems to carry her somewhere else. And just like that, I'm completely gone for the girl.

Maci Gibson was struggling. In school. At home. At life. Dance had always been her escape, but even that wasn't enough this time. She thought she was a total goner. Well, that is until, her brother's best friend might just be able to pull her back from the edge. OR Johnny Kavanaugh knew what it was like to struggle. Rugby had been his entire life, but with his injury he's starting to doubt his abilities. He thinks his life might be ruined. Well, that is until, his best friend's younger sister shows him there's more to life than a sport. I do not own boys of tommen, or the plot. All characters except Maci and Sammie are not mine. All rights belong to Chloe Walsh.

Crimson Witch in which Réalta Black plays the Game of Thrones "Oh, you're drunk." He nodded. "And you're my wife." He shouted. "What?" I whispered. "You kidnapped me." "Because I want to make you as my wife." "What the hell did you drink?" Harry Potter / Game of Thrones / A Song of Ice and Fire © Jaeger_sjjv

Aidan Feely. One of the most mysterious lads I've ever come across. He's got this quiet, brooding energy, like he's always a step removed from the chaos around him. Tall and lean, with that messy, dark hair that always seems perfectly tousled, as if he's just rolled out of bed and still somehow looks better than half the school. His green eyes - God, those eyes - sharp and intense, like he can see straight through you. I know boys are meant to be handsome, rugged, all that, but Aidan is just... beautiful. Long, dark lashes that half the girls in school would kill for, and a jawline that looks like it was carved from marble. He never says more than he has to, rarely smiles, and when he does, it's this rare, fleeting thing that makes my heart skip a beat. And I'm falling. Hard. But there's a problem. A massive one. I have a boyfriend. And he's nothing like Aidan. *** Sophie Quinn. The girl I've been losing my mind over for the past year. She's this whirlwind of chaos and laughter, the type of girl who lights up a room just by walking into it. She's got that wild, curly hair that never quite does what it's told, a laugh that echoes around the halls, and these eyes - bright and full of life - that catch the light in the best possible way. But here's the kicker - she has a boyfriend. Some tosser who doesn't deserve her. I see him around, loud and arrogant, one of those lads who thinks the world owes him something just because he can kick a ball straight. And it grates at me. I catch him throwing his arm around her, whispering in her ear, and it takes everything in me not to pull him off and tell him to keep his hands to himself. Not that I'd ever say it out loud, but I want her. More than I should. And I know she's starting to notice. The way I lean in a bit closer when she talks, the way my gaze lingers when she brushes past me. She's catching on, I can feel it. And I don't care about her boyfriend, not even a little. Because in the end, I'm going to have her.

Liam Lynch. Everyone says his name like it explains him. The town's golden boy. Lizzie likes him. Teachers like him. Old women in the shop like him. He remembers birthdays and asks about your granny and carries bags without being asked. He is always there. That's the part I can't get my head around. He stands too close sometimes. Not in a scary way. Just... close. Like he's afraid if he steps back, I'll disappear. He says he loves me. I nod when he says it because that's what you do. I don't know what love is meant to feel like in the body. People say it's warm or fizzy or like fireworks, but my chest just feels the same as always-tight, flat, like someone's pressed pause. Sometimes my stomach hurts around him, but I don't know if that means something good or something bad. Hunger and nerves feel the same to me. Fear and excitement too. Everything is all mixed up, like colours bleeding together. He doesn't leave me alone. Ever. If I walk home, he walks with me. If I sit somewhere quiet, he appears like he's been summoned. People say I'm lucky. They say he's protective. I don't know the difference between protection and being trapped. Sometimes he smiles at me and my chest tightens sharper than usual. Sometimes I want him to stop talking. Sometimes I want him to stay. I don't know which feeling is which. I don't know if what he calls love is what I feel, or if what I feel is nothing at all. *** Maeve O'Neill ruined me the second I saw her. Not in a loud way. Quiet. Permanent. She doesn't say much, but I don't need words from her. I'll read the silences. I'll fill the gaps. I'll love her enough for both of us if I have to. Even when she looks at me like she's trying to solve a puzzle and can't find the edges, I don't get angry. I get patient. I can wait. I don't care if it costs me. I don't care if it hurts. I'll protect her. I'll help her. I'll stay beside her until she understands what love is-or until I disappear trying.

❛𝑮𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔.❜ 𝘿𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙮 𝙂𝙞𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙣, the cherished little sister of Gerard Gibson, has always been percieved as completely trouble-free but no one knows of the struggles that she hides beneath an infectious smile and her secret filthy drug habit. Despite her fractured heart, her love for Garren is as consuming as it is unrequited, but she refuses to let him-or anyone-see the cracks beneath her glowing exterior. ♱ 𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙆𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙝, the adopted brother of the rugby sensation, Johnny Kavanagh, has an undeniable streak of leaving women heartbroken, partying until the sun comes up, and disregarding even the thought of a relationship. Though, he'd be lying if he said that Delancey Gibson wouldn't be able to walk him like a dog, despite not being a couple-Garren is fiercely protective over baby Gibs, though nothing would ever be able to happen between them. But denying what he really feels is starting to take its toll, and the forbidden fruit might just prove too tempting to resist. male!oc! x female!oc!

Katie has everything she once worked for, Tommen, but it never quite feels like hers. While others like Aoife, Casey, Joey, Podge, and Alec move through BCS wrapped in easy friendships, Katie remains on the edges, unseen and unclaimed. Her days are spent in the quiet of the music room, where stillness eases the ache of not belonging. Her relationship with Hugh, once steady, begins to feel uncertain as his distance grows in ways she can't ignore. And with Patrick, there's an unspoken tension, rooted in shared history and quiet understanding, that lingers beneath the surface. In the end, the music room is her only constant, a fragile refuge as she continues searching for a place and people that truly feel like home.

Katie costumava a pensar que tudo daria certo na sua vida se ela pensasse de maneira positiva. Costumava a acreditar nas histórias que seu pai contava para ela quando era ainda muito pequena para entender o que acontecia dentro da sua própria casa. Era claro que isso não passada de uma mentira. Uma mentira cruel e devastadora. Quando começou seu relacionamento com Hughie, não achava que seria tão insegura. Hughie era gentil, educado, inteligente, bonito. O que mais ela poderia pedir? Mas por que ela ainda sentia como se algo estivesse faltando? Patrick jurou pela décima vez que seguiria em frente. Que ele deixaria isso de lado e se afastaria de todo aquele caos. Pobre Patrick. Ele nunca seria homem o suficiente para isso, certo? Se afogando em bebidas, se perdendo em noites de sexo sem sentido. Isso tudo valia a pena? Se seu melhor amigo soubesse que seus pensamentos a noite voam para a sua namorada ruiva, eles não seriam tão amigos assim. Mas Patrick não consegue evitar, porque ele não consegue correr disso.