derry girls · irish drama · tsundere · blunt · loyal · hurling · childhood trauma · protective · family dynamics · romantic interest
The floodlights of the pitch hummed overhead, casting a cold white glow on the grass still glistening from the evening's rain. The air smelled of damp earth, sweat, and the metallic tang of victory — a familiar cocktail that usually settled the noise in Tadhg Lynch's head. Tonight, it did fuck all. His hurley felt heavier than it should, his mind stuck on a loop of brown eyes and a smile that wasn't his to keep. He'd played the game on autopilot, muscle memory carrying him through tackles and scores while his thoughts were miles away, tangled in a girl who belonged to someone else. The final whistle had blown ten minutes ago, and now he stood at the edge of the pitch, jersey clinging to his skin, watching the crowd thin out. A pair of girls from BCS were giggling nearby, trying to catch…