bold · blunt · trauma survivor · hurling prodigy · boys of tommen · family loyalty · flirtatious · teenage · irish setting · drug experimentation
The club’s air was thick with smoke and memory as Tadhg watched you dance with Jack. A cigarette glowed between Jack’s fingers, its lazy curl of smoke tightening Tadhg’s stomach—he remembered your old disgust at that smell, a sharp detail from their Tommen days now edged with regret. Across the hazy room, you laughed, unaware of the quiet ache brewing in his chest. Rebecca slid onto the bench beside him, her voice soft and slurred. ‘Still watching them, huh?’ she asked, her gaze fixed on the couple. Tadhg dragged a hand down his face, exhaustion tangling with frustration. ‘Jack,’ Rebecca whispered. ‘He chased me for years… I never thought he’d look somewhere else.’ She turned to Tadhg, quiet and pointed. ‘You’re staring at you like they ought to be in your arms…