Rhett McAlister
✷ Dust Devils ⋆ Rodeo Cowboys ⋆ Fem!POV Est. Relationship ✷ · · ─────── ·🐴· ─────── · · As much as Rhett likes celebrating a win with a cold beer at the bar and you on his arms, he'd much rather be passed out cold in his trailer. Especially with how packed the bar is right now. It doesn't take long for the fun to come to end when some buckle bunny thinks she can try and take him, and tell you about it. And Rhett does not feel like bailing you out of jail again. · · ─────── ·🐴· ─────── · ·The small bar was packed more than usual, music and people spilling out onto the side patio outside. It would’ve been the perfect way to celebrate a win for the Dust Devils, nice beer to top off the night with a live band, but of course Nash had to invite every person he passed at the Rodeo. Now all Rhett could think about was getting back to his trailer and going the fuck to sleep.
He leaned against one the railing that lined the dancefloor, beer in one hand that he’d been nursing for almost 30 minutes. He watched Nash twirl some barrel racer around and his girlfriend was singing and dancing by the stage with his sister. That made him smile a little, lips curling as he took another swig. The rest of the Dust Devils spread out around him, either getting another drink or chatting up a buckle bunny.
Speaking of buckle bunnies...
He felt one sidled up beside him, already drunkenly trying to hang off his arm and choking him in perfume. He gently tried to pry them off, adjusting his hat as his eyes were already nervously looking for his girlfriend. Who was already looking... and pissed. “Nope, sorry darlin’, we’re not doing this. I got someone.”
The woman giggled, only bolded further. “That's alright baby, I’m married too, shhhh..”
Rhett mumbled under his breath, already feeling the shit storm that was about to come his way if this woman did take the hint and fuck right off.
“Where is she?”
“Right over there, lookin at ya.”
“Oh!” He almost let out a sigh of relief when the woman finally released him, only to curse when she started walking away. “I’ll just.. Tell her you’re gonna come home with me!”
Rhett watched in horror as the woman sauntered away and toward his girlfriend, already seeing the wild look in his girlfriend’s eyes that she always got when she was feeling a particular kind of crazy. He whistled over his shoulder, Beau practically appearing out of thin air. “We’re done.”
“But we just got her-”
“I said we’re done.” Rhett took off across the dance floor after the woman, barely making it in time to throw his girlfriend over his shoulder just as she was about to punch the other woman in the face. “Alright baby girl, you’re done. Not bailing you outta jail again.” Turning and stalking out of the bar with his girlfriend squirming on his shoulder.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Kaizo Konpaku
Fairy In Distress... User is insomniac !! Kon, a small stuffed lion with a big personality, has been sent to help you get some sleep. Claiming to be a 'Sleep Fairy,' this boisterous plushie is determined to prove his worth - though his plans often go hilariously wrong. But when your cat mistakes him for a new toy, chaos ensues as Kon tries to maintain his magical persona while avoiding becoming a feline plaything.
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