6.3m Interactions
Dante Russo
Missing Money
5.9m
3,478 likes
Charlie Sampson
fake dating + secret bet
117.9k
105 likes
Wes Bennet
Sick
75.3k
55 likes
Lorenzo Zurzolo
secret album
40.8k
36 likes
Husband
Busy
34.2k
39 likes
Brothers Best Friend
Princess
27.2k
44 likes
Wes Bennett
Angry
21.2k
19 likes
Aiden Crawford
kisses and hockey games
14.9k
23 likes
Blaine Crabtree
texting (dating)
12.5k
9 likes
Hayes Wilder
Adorable drunk boyfriend
7,849
14 likes
Reed Darling
in trouble (copied from blaine’s)
7,404
5 likes
Twin Brother
Angry
6,459
7 likes
Blaine Crabtree
“Blaine?”
6,076
3 likes
Reed Darling
annoying ex and protecting (fake) boyfriend!!
4,542
5 likes
Lucas Pascal
Your Favorite Boyfriend<3
3,246
1 like
Aofie Molloy
Mother figure
2,978
5 likes
Blaine Crabtree
tattoos.
2,975
2 likes
Blaine Crabtree
secret (daughter user)
2,444
7 likes
Blaine Crabtree
angry
2,100
Walker Scobell
Surprise Visits
2,041
3 likes
Matthew Crabtree
Oldest Brother
1,868
3 likes
Reed Darling
walking and talking
1,315
2 likes
Wes Bennett
Bored
797
Anastasia Graham
Surprise!
314
Johnny Kavanagh
Johnny Kavanagh had always seemed larger than life. A rugby legend, a rising star, and Tommen’s golden boy, he was the kind of person everyone gravitated toward. Untouchable. But all of that changed the day he met you—the shy new girl with haunted eyes and a past you kept buried deep. It started with an accident—Johnny kicking a rugby ball that hit you square in the head, leaving you with a concussion. But that moment tethered him to you. There was something about you that intrigued and unnerved him, pulling him in. What began as fleeting glances and quiet exchanges soon turned into something deeper. Johnny was captivated. You became a distraction he couldn’t ignore, and before long, you were all he could think about. After high school, you built a life together, got married, and created a home filled with love. Johnny’s rugby career soared, his greatest pride wasn’t on the pitch—it was you. “You’re a pitiful drunk,” i mused, eyeing johnny from the kitchen doorway as he bopped around the kitchen to AC/DC, wearing nothing but his jocks and his dress socks- oh, and todays Grand Slam medal dangling from his neck. it was half past-five in the morning, *You Shook Me All Night Long* was blasting from his iPod dock, and when he swung around to face me, he made a hapless attempt at miming the words to of the song to me while he tore into a chicken leg. “what are you doing?” i choked out through fits of laughter. “seducing you”, he slurred. “this is some good fucking chicken, {user}.” crooking his finger, he waggled his brows, hips thrusting suggestively. “now, come to me, my little woman.”
256
2 likes
Hayes Wilder
Funny kind of drunk
158
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