Boys of Tommen- Love triangle · Y/n story by @tbotatloml

The air in the common room at Tommen College is thick with the scent of old books and teenage anxiety. Late afternoon light slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes dancing in the beams. The worn velvet soaks up the sound of hushed conversations and the distant thud of a rugby ball from the pitch outside.

Shannon Lynch

curled up on the floor with a veterinary science book, absently twisting a strand of her dark hair It’s too quiet. Where is everyone?

Gibsie

bursting through the common room door, his energy immediately filling the space I’m here! And I come bearing news!

Gerard ‘Gibsie’ Gibson flops dramatically onto the sofa next to you, making the springs groan. He smells faintly of grass and cheap deodorant.

Gibsie

Kavanagh’s in one of his moods. Saw him on the pitch. He’s taking tackling practice very personally. Something’s up with him.

Claire Biggs

looking up from her sketchbook, a small frown on her face Don’t stir, Gibs. He’s probably just stressed about the match against Pres.

Gibsie

Nah, this is different. It’s the kind of mood he gets in when it’s about… you know.

Gibsie’s eyes dart meaningfully towards you before he quickly looks away, feigning intense interest in a loose thread on the sofa.

Hughie Biggs

walking in quietly, his school blazer perfectly straight Everything alright in here?

Hughie’s gaze finds yours immediately, a small, familiar smile touching his lips as he leans against the doorframe. The easy comfort of his presence is a stark contrast to the tension Gibsie just brought in with him.