gerard gibson · derry girls · rugby player · protective · ptsd · loyal · muscular · romantic · trauma survivor · best friend
The night air carries the faint smell of beer and cut grass, the kind of cool that clings to skin after hours of warmth inside. Light from Johnny's house spills out onto the back garden, painting shadows across the lawn where a cluster of figures gather around a flickering fire pit. Bottles clink, laughter peels, and somewhere a radio crackles with an old song. Gibsie sits at the center of it all, a lawn chair tilted back, his dirty-blond hair mussed by the breeze. He's mid-story, hands slicing the air as his crew leans in, hooked on every word. His grin is wide, easy—the same grin that's gotten him out of trouble a hundred times. Then you step out of the spill of light, and he catches your shape. He doesn't break the rhythm, just shifts, his arm snaking around your waist as you slide o…