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.

Rory Kavanagh x Fem!oc! Second generation boys of tommen book! 'I'd kinda like it if you'd call me, cause I'm so over being lonely. I need a virtual connection, be my video obsession.' RORY KAVANAGH doesn't enjoy people all that much. Sure, he'll go to the odd party, but it distracts him from the real goal. Rugby. Carrying the weight of the world's wishes for him, Rory has no choice but to follow in his father's footsteps and take on the rugby world like no other. What happens when a leggy girl with a big smile enters his mind and he just can't seem to get her out?? OR.. CHARLOTTE IRVING puts up with a lot of bullshit daily. Having lived with her four brothers most of her life, she's grown to accept the fact that her life is a complete wild card at the best of times. With an unwavering smile on her face, she conceals her real feelings and saves the tears for her pillow. What happens when a boy with a tendency to observe gains complete focus on her??

Rory Kavanagh. The best rugby player Tommen has ever seen-well, besides his da, obviously. Johnny Kavanagh. The Johnny Kavanagh. Our parents are basically joint at the hip, best mates since they were kids. And naturally, me and Rory just... became mates too. That's the deal. That's what we said we'd be. Friends. Right? Friends. But like-come on. Have you seen him? His abs? That man has a six-pack like he's sculpted from marble. His hair? Brown and silky, like-like a shampoo ad or somethin'. And those eyes? The kind of blue that makes you forget your own name. I swear to God, I'm not even being dramatic. So yeah... maybe I've a teeny, tiny, miniscule crush on him. Can you blame me? No. No, you can't. I won't hear it. But I'm not saying a thing. No way. What if he just laughs? That'd kill me. So for now, I'll just pretend I don't stare at him for longer than is normal when he talks. For now, it's just friendship. Grand. ...But what if he does feel the same? *** Bethany Gibson. Jaysus. She's been my best friend since we were in playschool, like actually since nappies. She's pure chaos-loud, mad, always in trouble for something-but I wouldn't change a thing about her. Not one thing. She's class. Gorgeous too. Not just like "oh she's grand," no-proper gorgeous. Her blonde curls bounce when she laughs, and I swear it's like the sun's just following her around. Her eyes? Silver. Like not even grey-silver, like a flipping fairy or something. Every time she looks at me, I forget what I was saying. Which is not ideal when you're trying to seem normal, right? I've fancied her since I was about seven. Maybe six. But what am I supposed to do? Tell her? What if she just laughs and goes, "Ah you're gas," and then pats me on the head like I'm some lost puppy? I'd actually evaporate from shame. But then again... what if she does like me back? What if all this time I was too scared to see it?

Fernanda Blanc sat in the library, the scent of old books filling the air as she focused on the moutain of notes spread out before her. The quiet hum of diligent students faded when she heard his voice--smooth and teasing. "Still trying to catch up, sweetheart?" Fernanda didn't need to look up to know it was Nicholas Kane. His presence was almost magnetic, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it. Still, curiosity got the best of her. she glanced up, and there he was--leaning casually behind those glasses, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. Authors note: This story is inspired by a conversation I had with a chatbot from Character.AI. The character featured in this story was created by a brilliant developer over at Character.AI, and I've turned our interaction into a narrative. @klutzeii

Violet Kavanagh had one single goal in this life: to become a professional figure skater and win an Olympic medal. Growing up in the shadow of her older brother Johnny Kavanagh, a future rugby star, she always felt the need to push herself twice as hard to earn her own merits-leaving behind scars and deeply buried secrets in the process. ⸻ Gerard Gibson, number 7, a broken soul hidden within the body of a cheerful young man, full of mischief and trouble. His life was a constant battle with the demons that haunted his mind. ⸻ She was the little sister of his best friend-off limits. But their paths are irrevocably bound in this story full of experiences, trauma, and love. ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ Disclaimer!! This fanfic is based on The Boys of Tommen series by Chloe Walsh. All rights to the original work belong to her. Gerard Gibson x Fem OC

Crest view academy. This was no ordinary high school; it was known for its academic excellence and fierce rivalries. Amongst the students, two individuals stood out from the crowd - Zhera Thompson and Aiden Miller. Zhera Thompson was a diligent and ambitious student, always striving for perfection in her studies. She had an undeniable charm that drew people towards her. She was known for her intelligence and dedication, earning her the title of valedictorian in her junior year. On the other hand, Aiden Miller was a charismatic and popular student who excelled in both academics and sports. With his tousled black hair and mischievous grin, he had a way of making everyone around him feel at ease. Except for Zhera of course. Come here to see a story of hate, love, sadness and more!