Rory Kavanagh was fine until Maeve Gibson started dating his worst enemy. She's his best friend. She's not supposed to get under his skin like this. Now she's pulling away, and Rory can't stop watching, can't stop wanting. Something's off. Something's wrong. And he's running out of time to stop it.

"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" "𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑻𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒈 𝑳𝒚𝒏𝒄𝒉." 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅. "𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇." Tadhg Lynch x Leah Daly

Éireann O'Brien and Tadhg Lynch were best friends once. Now, starting first year at Tommen, they can barely exchange a glance without it turning into a fight. She's closed-off and fierce, with too much responsibility for someone her age. He's angry, unpredictable, and always one wrong word away from snapping. They're constantly at odds-but behind every glare and argument is a history neither of them can forget. Because some bonds don't break. They just change. And what happens when the person you can't stand... is the only one who really sees you? [tadhg lynch fanfic]

Bridget Lordan-Dempsey has spent years building walls. Sharp tongue, party-girl reputation, late nights and empty smiles - it's easier to play the screw-up than let anyone see the truth: the scars, the hunger, the constant fear she's already too much and never enough. AJ Lynch has never stopped loving her. Not when she shut him out, not when two years of silence stretched between them, not even when one messy, furious kiss cracked everything wide open again. He hides his feelings under rugby matches, cocky smirks, and bad choices, but Bridget has always been his first weakness. His only weakness. What starts as a reckless deal - rules, secrecy, no feelings - spirals into something neither of them can control. Heated hookups in hidden places turn into movie nights and old treehouse confessions, and every time Bridget swears she's out, AJ pulls her right back in. But loving each other has never been the problem. Trusting each other? Surviving the weight of family, reputation, and the ghosts of their own mistakes? That's what might break them. Because if Bridget lets AJ all the way back in, she knows one truth she can't run from: She won't survive losing him a second time.

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.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 wants to escape. She wants to pack up and run far far away. Away from cork, away from her deadbeat father and away from all the noise. But it's not that simple. With 4 kids to look after, and an addict twin brother she refuses to let slip through the cracks, shes drowning in responsibility. She uses track as an outlet for all her pent up emotion, and damn was she good. Competing for Ireland Youth's on occasion. Gracie has endless potential, but limited motivation. She felt as if her life was worthless, that she was put in this life to survive and protect and not to live nor thrive. 𝐊𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 was done. He knew there was no escaping his surname and the history it was soaked in. No matter how hard he fights he just can't seem to outrun the shadow cast over all the good he has inside him. Battling wars constantly in his head, the only time it all went quiet was on the pitch. Just him, his team and a rugby ball. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 grew up alongside eachother, they knew things about one another that no-one else did. But sometimes the present makes it hard to remember the past.

As war erupts between the Greek and Sicilian mafias, the powerful Accardi family must fight to protect their empire. Accardi Obsession unravels a dark, multi-POV mafia story charged with forbidden chemistry, explosive family tensions, and an arranged-marriage pact that turns sworn enemies into something far more dangerous. *** The Sicilians trusted them. The Greeks tried to take their empire. Now, the balance of power hangs by a thread. In the third season, the Accardi family faces their greatest war yet - one that will test loyalty, love, and blood itself. Costa and Millie are fighting to protect the family they built together, even as war threatens to tear them apart. Rocco and Alessia are learning what it means to be married in a world that can take everything from you in seconds. And when a new marriage alliance is proposed, one Accardi makes the ultimate sacrifice, and enemies become lovers... or whatever you call it when hate gets complicated. There's a war brewing, a wedding on the calendar, and at least four people pretending they're not in love. The Accardis are back. Pray for whoever stands in their way.

Lacey Love Keane has always known how to outrun the past. Lip gloss sharp, heels higher, and heart locked up tight. But in Ballylaggin, the secrets don't stay buried, and the people you love don't always stay yours. Lacey's learning what it means to stay. To build something real. To be seen-and loved-for who she is, not who she's been. But loving Johnny Kavanagh is anything but simple. Because he's choosing her in secret, while the rest of their world falls apart in broad daylight. But nothing stays hidden forever. When ghosts from Lacey's past arrive with teeth, the fragile world she's built starts to crack. As friendships splinter and loyalties blur, the truth threatens to blow everything apart - especially when Lacey is forced to choose between protecting herself, or finally letting someone else try. Meanwhile, Johnny's caught between the girl who's tearing his world open-and the life everyone else built for him. To love Lacey means standing still when he's meant to run, and fighting battles that aren't his - yet somehow feel like they always have been. In a town that loves to talk, a secret love can't last forever. She's chasing her youth. He's chasing her. And the truth? It's catching up with them both.

Rory Kavanagh x Spencer Holland This is a Boys of Tommen fan fiction, following Shannon and Johnny's son Rory and Shane Holland's niece Spencer. This story is the first instalment in my 'Tommen Next Class' and is connected to my 'Boys of Tommen You' Series All of these characters belong to Chloe Walsh, I do not claim any of her characters as my own, this is purely for fun. TW: This story will include character death(flashbacks), doing drugs, selling drugs, bullying, fighting, swearing, smoking, mental illnesses and overall a lot of trauma. There will also be some explicit scenes that are 16+. I will however be putting specific warnings for different chapters, so you can avoid triggers. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! (Comment any questions or suggestions that you have for me)

𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡 is rugby's prophet, with the raw talent inherited from his Father and unbreakable strength from his Mother he's set to be the next best thing. He's had his whole life planned out for him and he's okay with that. Until a trauma ridden girl takes over his entire being. 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 has recently moved back to Cork in hopes of starting fresh. Unlike Rory, Nessa embodies none of her parent's traits, and she takes pride in the fact. She wants to keep her head down and get through school so that she can go and pursue her dancing career. Until a bulldozing boy inserts himself into her life and refuses to let go.