⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ "and I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. we both knew it right away. and as the years went on, things got more difficult- we were faced with more challenges. and I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. and I still do. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ rafe cameron x female original character warning: contains mature themes, content & languages #1 obxfanfic 07/03/2024 #1 drewstarkeyfanfiction 07/11/2024 #1 drewstarkeysmut 07/21/2024 #1 rafecameronsmut 08/12/2024 #1 rafecameronstory 08/12/2024 #1 rafecameronfanfiction 08/15/2024 #1 rafecameronobx 12/23/2024

𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙊𝙉𝙊𝙍 𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘿 had never stood a chance of 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 the cycle, not when the same cursed blood that ran through his veins, ran through hers. Eleonor never really felt like she belonged anywhere. At home, her mom's eyes were always too wide, too empty-surrounded by those dark rings that never went away.
Her dad barely moved from the couch, empty beer bottles scattered around his feet, the TV always playing some hurling game no one really cared about. 
And Shane, always pissed off at something. Always looking for a reason to snap. She never wanted to be there. Not really. Not ever. She got passed from one house to the next. Foster care from foster care. No one really wanted her. Not the real her. Most of the time, it felt like they just wanted her to be quiet, obedient-easy to handle. Not another traumatized kid. Not another mouth to feed, especially one that talked back or cried at night. Then, when she was six, something different happened. She ended up in a home where people actually saw her. Not through her, not around her, but her. Like she mattered.
 There were two other kids. And there was Joey Lynch, a boy who had his own kind of quiet chaos, but who made her feel like maybe... maybe she wasn't alone in her mess. And maybe, somehow, the two of them could figure out how to break the cycle. The heaviness that always seemed to follow kids like them. 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐙, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓. 𝙤𝙘 𝙭 𝙟𝙤𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙮𝙣𝙘𝙝. 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. - 𖣔 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽： 𝟢𝟩／𝟢𝟤／𝟤𝟧． 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽： ．．． [ contains hard language and explicit content. ]

... ୨୧ IN WHICH Fallon Isabelle Young-the saint of the Young family, all pale ribbons, trembling halos, and eyes too innocent for the things she survives-learns far too early that even angels can be taught how to bleed. That monsters do not always hide beneath beds. Sometimes they pluck your wings feather by feather until kindness begins curdling into something sharper. Uglier. Until a little girl once raised on bedtime prayers and gentle hands learns how to survive with a sinner's tongue instead. Fallon grows into a peculiar contradiction: beautiful and vicious, Holy and furious all at once. A girl who smiles while self-destructing. A girl who turns cruelty into armour because tenderness got her hurt first. Then she meets Joey Lynch. Ballylaggin's worst-kept temper. A boy built from clenched fists, buried bruises, and rage so deeply rooted inside him it has begun masquerading as personality. Joey carries his own monsters quietly, tucked beneath sarcasm and violence and the sort of recklessness that only exists in people who do not believe they are worth saving. He understands fallon immediately. Which is the most dangerous thing of all. Because damaged people recognize each other in ways healthy people never can. And when their worlds collide, so do the things haunting them. Secrets begin spilling from the cracks. Trauma begins speaking in places words cannot. Anger becomes intimacy. Destruction becomes devotion. They begin orbiting each other with the terrifying dependency of two wounded things mistaking survival for love. The saint becomes a sinner while the sinner begins craving salvation. The question is- Can Joey Lynch restore the girl Fallon used to be? Or has she been surviving as somebody else for far too long? And can Fallon chase away Joey's monsters when she could never outrun her own? Or will they simply teach each other new ways to break? Because some people heal together-and others detonate on impact.

tw's: descriptions of r*pe, eating disorders, panic attacks ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had to flee. To escape. I couldn't take the pain of people telling me to be okay. That I was a survivor. But what about me being a victim? All because a few people refused to hear me when I said no. Now I carry around pain, fear, a disgusting feeling that is also there. Behind me. In the shadows. But maybe he'll be the light. ------------------------- This is a hockey player x gymnast college romance. A sunshine x grumpy, little forced proximity, he hangs the stars for her romance book where he would do anything to make her feel safe again