❝The way you're looking at me right now makes me wonder where you want me.❞ stolen glances, hushed whispers, teasing breaths, lingering touches. 𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. ─ tim bradford x fem!oc ─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6 | BOOK 1 OF TBOM ─ SLOW-burn, angst, some spice ─ also on AO3 under same username ⊱ ──────── ➤ ──────── ⊰

He didn't believe in second chances. She didn't believe in people. Tadgh Lynch had spent most of his life angry. Angry at his father. Angry at himself. Angry at a world that didn't stop burning even after everything he loved had already gone up in smoke. Now sixteen, living under someone else's roof, wearing the number 11 stitched into the back of his jersey, he was still trying to outrun a ghost with his mother's eyes and a monster's voice. Everyone in Tommen knew who he was - the hothead with a rugby number and a bruised knuckle, the smile that meant trouble, the boy who never stayed long enough to get hurt. Flora Feely? She didn't care. Quiet, awkward, sharp as broken glass when she spoke, Flora had mastered the art of staying unnoticed. It was easier that way. People couldn't leave if they never really saw you. And she was tired - tired of silence in her house, tired of being Patrick Feely's little sister, tired of pretending her heart hadn't gone cold the day her father walked out and her mam didn't ask him to stay. She didn't plan on noticing Tadgh Lynch. He didn't plan on needing her. But sometimes the fire in you recognizes the fire in someone else - and it doesn't matter how much you try to smother it. It burns anyway.

Johnny Kavanagh and Charlotte Smith were best friends before Johnny moved away to Cork. A few years later, Charlotte is now in Cork. Two best friends reunited. Will she make new friends and let them help her or will she hide what's going on and let herself drown? Johnny Kavanagh x Fem!OC

ℐ𝓇𝒾𝓈 ℰ𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒶 ℬ𝓁𝒶𝓀ℯ vive contando los días. En su casa, el silencio es una forma de supervivencia. Y su única prioridad es proteger a su hermana pequeña, incluso si eso significa romperse un poco más cada día. Ella no necesita que la salven. Aprendió a resistir sola. Hasta que 𝒯𝒶𝒹𝒽ℊ ℒ𝓎𝓃𝒸𝒽 deja de fingir que no ve lo que los demás ignoran. Y cuando alguien empieza a mirar demasiado de cerca, los secretos ya no se pueden esconder... "𝓈𝓊𝒻𝓇𝒾𝓇 ℯ𝓈 ℯ𝓁 𝓅𝓇ℯ𝒸𝒾ℴ 𝒹ℯ 𝓋𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓇, 𝓎 𝓅𝒶ℊ𝒶𝓇𝒾𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓁 𝓋𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓈 𝓅ℴ𝓇 𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓉ℯ 𝓈ℴ𝓃𝓇ℯ𝒾𝓇..."

Evelyn Kelly es de las que prefieren sufrir en silencio. Edel Kavanagh la acoge pensando que la puede salvar, pero para Evelyn ya está todo perdido. Su rechazo constante hacia todo lo que la rodea -fruto de traumas que la consumen- convierte la convivencia en un campo de minas. Especialmente con Tadgh Lynch, el chico que vive buscando una paz que no encuentra. Perdido entre el pasado y el presente, carga con heridas invisibles que lo mantienen atrapado en un túnel del que parece no haber salida. Traumas que consumen y miradas que arden. ¿Podrán dos almas rotas aprender a amarse sin hacerse daño?

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,, 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐝𝐡 𝐅𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧 doesn't want much- she's learnt not to expect it. Her dad's moved out and was replaced by her mam's new boyfriend. The youngest daughter sticks to herself at home, not muttering more than a 'hello' unless visitors are over. Then, they have to play happy families. It's an endless cycle of smiles and long sleeves. Everybody in her life has failed her. 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐝 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐡 is free. He's safe. With a warm bed, home-cooked meals and a nosy family checking if he's okay. Yet, part of him was still stuck in that house. Where the fire of arguments and fists always lingered. Insomnia had taken over his nights, leaving him to run on spite and energy drinks. Snappy and unapologetically himself, and the fights in school to prove it. 𝐎𝐑,, 𝐀 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲 brought them together. Fiadh was on edge her whole first day at Tommen. She was used to being terrorised in school, so all she could do was wait for it to arrive. But, it didn't. All that appeared was the boy who sat next to her in Maths. He pulled her out the toilet queue and introduced her to his friends. Noticed the chocolate bar she was rustling in her pocket and asked if they could share it. From that day on, he picked up a hammer and broke down her walls. Revealing the bubbly, scared girl underneath. Will Tadhg be able to face his trauma in order to save her, or fall victim to her rehearsed lies?

Tadgh Lynch has always known how to fight- on the pitch, in school corridors but most of all against the voices in his head that never relent. With his burning temper tearing through his life, severing any good connection before it has the chance to grow- he's beginning to spiral. Kathleen Brennan has spent years outrunning her past in Dublin. Her real story is hidden beneath vows, lies and secrets that she still to this day hides behind. But as the saying goes, old habits die hard- and not quietly So what happens when the person you can't stand at all is the person who gets you the most? [Tadhg Lynch Fanfic]

(𝗻.) 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘅 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁, 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲. 𝗟𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗥𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀- 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗜𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵𝘀, 𝗟𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁? ♫ 𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗧𝗼𝘄𝗻

𝑻𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒈 𝑳𝒚𝒏𝒄𝒉 is angry. Angry at the world, at their father and at the people who chose to look the other way, to ignore them, their silent pleas for help. The only way to deal with his anger is to take it out on the person who's collateral damage. Because Darragh Holland hopes he could just scratch his last name off like a birthmark if he tries hard enough. But, Darragh? He's angry too, he sees his best friend, Amber Keane, his Amber, his always almost, laughing softer when Tadhg Lynch is around. They claim to hate each other. Everyone around them knows better. ⋆୨♡୧⋆ 𝑨𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑲𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆 is perfect. On the outside, she's smiling the way people do who've learned it's safer than telling the truth. Keeping her grades neat, her hair perfect and her jokes always appropriate. Inside, she's running out of places to put her pain She watched her father, dead, with a needle still warm in his arm. Her mother turning into something sharp edged and cruel. She learned how footsteps can sound different at night. How the air catches in your throat when you're alone with someone you shouldn't be afraid of. She learned how to be quiet. How to disappear without leaving. ⋆୨♡୧⋆ 𝑨𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 finally cracks. It's not loud, it's a quiet, devastating moment. Where her laughter fails her, where the walls she's built give away. And Tadhg watches history threaten to repeat itself. In the girl who pretends to be perfect. pretends to be unbreakable.

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