#AU: rodeo

[astaraiches-oisinn]

“Fuck.”

The buzzer rang through the arena, and the crowd groaned along with Bucky as he rolled onto his hands and knees and got up.

“You okay, there Barnes?”

The question was yelled loud enough that Bucky heard it, as did all of the people on the stock side of the rodeo grounds.

“Fuck you, Rogers.”

“You regrettin’ that bet, Buck?”

Bucky could hear the grin in Steve’s voice, the damn bastard. Bucky slapped the arena dirt off his chaps, grateful that he had decided to wear the helmet, otherwise he’d be tracking down his hat somewhere clear on the other side of the arena. His throbbing knee was also grateful that this was not the case. He glanced over his shoulder, making sure the outriders and the bull were no where close to him, before he started limping towards the gate, and his stupid boyfriend’s stupid smiling face. Steve swung the gate open, and closed it quickly behind Bucky - Fury and Coulson were headed this way with the bull, who was still upset about how his evening had gone. Bucky frowned at the giant beast who was snorting and huffing at having had Bucky last a grand total of 6 seconds on it’s back before Bucky made friends with the ground.

“I regret nothin’,” Bucky declared, following Steve deeper into the guts of the stock pens, away from the chutes. He tried not to limp as they went, and glared towards the sound of the massive pied bull, making his steady way through the pens back to his feed.

“Of course I had to draw him, mother-fuckin’ widow-maker,” Bucky grunted, slapping away Steve’s hands, which were trying to get him to sit down so he could look at his knee. “I’m fine, Steve, stop mother henning me, you’re the reason I got in the situation in the first place.”

Steve laughed at him, and leaned back against the fence, tilting his hat back a bit,

“Bad luck, Buck, but if it makes you feel better, I had a run in with him a couple weeks ago, while you were ropin’ with Clint in Cheyenne, and didn’t stay on either.”

Bucky shrugged, but admitted to himself that it did make him feel better. Steve was a seasoned bull rider, and while they ran the rodeo circuit together, and had since they were stupid teenagers with a truck and a dream of NRA belt buckles, that was the first time Bucky had ever sat on a bull in the chute. He could now say with utter certainty, that his best friend was idiotic, and it was a wonder that he had made it past his 25th birthday.

“I gotta send your ma a sympathy card,” Bucky said, taking off the helmet, “and I don’t care what you say, Stevie, you’re wearing the helmet from now on, and if you fight me on this, I’m tellin’ Nat and Peggy.”

“That’s dirty pool,” Steve frowned, “and why are you sendin’ Ma a card?”

“Because, darling,” Peggy, as though uttering her name had conjured her, appeared at Steve’s shoulder, Nat and Clint close behind, “Bucky now fully understands how dangerous what you do is. Personally, I think we all ought to send her one.”

“Like bronc riding isn’t just as dangerous!” Steve spluttered, indignant. Nat cocked an eyebrow at him, and Clint scoffed.

“Pal,” Bucky said, finally sitting down, and wincing as he stretched his leg straight, knee protesting the whole way, “bulls outweigh broncs, and broncs don’t usually want to kill me after I’m off them.” He jerked his head to the sound of a furious bull in the chute, and the cries of the cowboys trying to get the bull rider seated. “Bulls start off wanting to kill you, and don’t stop just cause the cinch comes off them.” Peggy and Nat, both barrel racers, nodded sagely.

“And that,” Clint grins, “Is why I stick with ropin’ and wrestlin’.”

“Yeah, but wrestling can get sketchy,” Nat mused, as she watched the next rider go, and promptly get bucked off. The crowed groaned, but then the noise increased suddenly, and they all craned their heads to see what was happening in the arena. The bull fighters had had to head off the bull and the one bull fighter had to leap over the bull to get to safety.

“Damn,” Steve whistled, “hope Sam’s okay.”

The friends all murmured assent, and a collective sigh of relief went through the group when Sam, one of the best bull fighters in the business got up and flashed a thumbs up as the other two fighters slammed the gate shut behind the irate bull. The crowd cheered for Sam, as always, impressed with his acrobatic skill in the arena.

“So,” Clint spoke up, “who won the bet then?”

Steve grinned brightly, and Bucky squinted at his friends,

“Did you three have a bet goin’ yourselves?” He asked, offended. Clint shrugged, Nat grinned, and Peggy said, cool as anything in that slick English accent of hers,

“Darling, it’s you and Steve, of course we had a pool going.”

Bucky grumbled while Steve laughed.

“Steve won the hundred bucks,” Bucky admitted, “He stayed on the bronc the whole 8 seconds, so he won fair and square.”

“Hey,” Clint slapped Bucky’s shoulder, “at least he didn’t end up in the top three, right?”

“Yeah,” Bucky couldn’t help but turn and grin up at Steve, “guess I don’t have to worry about you comin’ for my buckle any time soon.”

“Just wait until we get back to the trailer,” Steve responded, his answering smile salacious, the look ruined completely by his attempt at waggling his eyebrows. Bucky laughed, while Clint, Peggy and Nat all groaned, and Nat slapped at Steve’s hat, knocking it off into the dirt.

“Steven! There are children present!”

“Nat!” Steve whined, leaning down to pick up his hat. As he stood up, he glanced around, “I don’t see any kids.”

“What, Clint’s chopped liver?” Nat asked primly, and then laughed and ducked away as Clint squawked in indignation and took after her. Bucky watched them go, a fond smile pulling at his lips. Peggy handed over his own hat, which he had trusted with her, and only her, to keep safe, and remarked,

“Well, I guess that’s my cue to go, I’m riding third tonight.”

“Sounds good, Peg,” Steve smiled, “Buck and I’ll be over to watch as soon as I make sure he ain’t broke his knee.”

Peggy left, her laughter trailing after her, as Steve turned towards Bucky, his face suddenly serious. Bucky smiled beatifically up at his boyfriend, coming down off the adrenaline high that had been coursing through his body and enjoying every minute of it. Steve ignored it, and knelt so that he was eye to eye with Bucky.

“Now then, Buck, you sure you all right? I saw you limpin’, even though you were trying awful hard to hide it. Is it your knee? Or something else?”

Bucky’s left knee and shoulder had taken the brunt of a bad dismount off of a massive red roan bronc named Hydra four years ago, an accident that from the live video of it, made Bucky’s mom and dad sure that they had lost their oldest child that day. Bucky had been out of the circuit for a year, and he had cheered Steve on in the PBR bull riding finals from the grandstand with his family and Steve’s mom, Sarah, instead of from behind the chutes, like he was used to. Steve was like a hawk any time there was the slightest problem that arose from the injuries, and Bucky knew it was fruitless to avoid his questions.

“Just my knee, Stevie, landed a little funny on it comin’ off the bull is all. I just need to do my stretches and ice it when we get back to the trailer.” He cocked an eye brow and smirked, “and then you can cash in on the rest of that bet if you want, pal, I’ll be all yours.”

Steve grinned back, flicking Bucky’s hat brim,

“How ‘bout I get you some ice right now, jerk, and I’ll collect the hundred bucks and that other thing you owe me tomorrow morning, after we see how you’re feeling, huh?”

Bucky groaned, pouting, but knew when to fight and when to cede to Steve Rogers’ patented stubbornness,

“You got a deal, Rogers.” He held out a hand, “Now take me to where I can watch the girls, and then you can go get me my ice and a chili dog - bull ridin’ is hard work, I’ll have you know.”

Steve laughed, hauled Bucky up, and they set off, the sound of the crowd echoing in their ears as the next event was announced.

[toucheholland23]

FINALLY DREW EM PROPERLYYYYY YESS!!! And they got actual namess! Got out Superstar Eclipse aka. Boots, Moonshine aka. Shiny and Sunspark aka Sparks ✨✨✨✨

[abbyscoochiecruncher]

The horse disappeared😕

Can u guys tell I like her tied up yet?

[formulanni]

Thunderstruck!

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[emry-stars-art]

Cowboys doodle

[rexlottie]

NIGHT★TIME★RODEO

[monstersholygrail]

At the rodeo tonight and thinking hybrid thoughts right now…

Cowboys are automatically and naturally hot asf but make it Weredog Cowboys and you can make it so much more attractive. Wearing nothing but assless chaps and their cowboy hats.

Riding centaurs, using their crops as motivation and encouragement. Centaurs who act up and misbehave for the show, wanting the crop— even begging for it. Pushing them to their limits in tricks and otherwise.

And riding bull hybrids, on their backs or maybe somewhere else… Lassoing their horns and tying up their bodies. Doing anything to tame them and make them submit. Even if it takes fucking them into submission to get them to stop bucking.

Taking off their cowboy hats and placing them on the hybrids after they’ve succeeded. Staking claim on them and solidifying their victory against the feisty hybrids.

[k9effect]

SERESHAW RODEO AU

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I thought about Jake as a bull rider and then I thought about Bradley as one of those guys who distracts the bulls while the rider escapes (I learned they are called rodeo clowns) and a whole au spiralled. Admittedly I know little to nothing about rodeos so don't take what I say too seriously.

They both have a LOT of fun doing what they do. Jake is the reigning champ and Bradley is kinda just assigned to his team as a rodeo clown cause Jake trusts him so much. They have many adrenaline fuelled make out seshes behind the scenes after events, just kind of giggling and giddy after a win or a good ride.

There's some good potential for angst, where either of them gets hurt doing what they do and the other takes care of them.

Theyve been stuck in my brain for hours now so I may write a fic for this au lmao. I'll update yall with more thoughts on this au later

Idk, give me your thoughts :)

[mayskalih]

Happy Lunar New Year, @princessxgarbage ! I went for Modern AU, hehe. Hope you enjoy my rambling aka idea behind this art below!

Shisui is rebelling his rich conservative family. The first step of his rebellion (aside from dropping out of business school) is getting a tattoo.

His tattoo artist Sakura is a pure mess embodied in a pretty women's body: broke af but still buys new clothing instead of doing laundry, lucky enough to keep bumping into her exes in a 15 mil megapolis and her cat left her for the neighbours.

Shisui doesn't miss the opportunity to piss his fam even more by bringing Sakura to the fanciest occasion (she was promised unlimited shrimp&bubbles). Mini dress showing (almost) all of her tattoos, botomless champagne that she is definitely not shy to indulge and Sakura's no filter whatsoever when it comes to conversations – a perfect recipe for grandpa Uchiha's heart attack.

But of course it doesn't stop after one night.

[morning-sweets]

PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER…for the SHOW COWBOYS!

I forgot I didn’t post these yet..so here you go!! These guys are my silly little cowboys that maybe I’ll turn into a little fic..

They’re show cowboys! And they absolutely love entertaining! They do horse riding and other cool cowboy tricks, Moon specifically specializes in gun tricks!

The idea I had joked about with a couple friends was that it was going to be like a really cliche rom-com with Y/N. Y/N meets these guys and at their rodeo shows and yknow, the rest is history.

What do you think? Because I personally love them.

[zellaspinna]

hear me out on this one..

[idiot-mushroom]

lou jitsu being a slut in my rodeo au

other designs

[toucheholland23]

Dont let this bot steal your heart! 💖

[faerie-somnium]

Chuuya as a bullrider? Yes abolutely!!

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Hill Country and Swamplands and Rodeos

Hey, people! This fic is inspired by @moeyoon's art, which you will see down below, or can see in its original post here. I meant for this to be a one-shot, but it's 😂 it's a multichapter fic now. It's very Texas, so I hope that's okay. I hope y'all enjoy it! 🥰

Hill Country and Swamplands and Rodeos

| Pairing: BuckTommy | Rated: M | WC: 17.8K | Chapters: 5/5 |

Summary: Pilot Thomas "Tommy" Kinard hasn't been a ranch hand for seven years. However, a chance meeting with his old coworkers and some new cowboys, especially a certain Evan "Buck" Buckley, seems to be changing his life for the better.

Excerpt:

“Evan!” Tommy. Turned his gaze back to the dirty blonde. And Tommy would say the man was a little sheepish, but it seemed as if something else overcame him once Tommy was looking straight at him again. Excitement? Nervousness? Awe? No. Couldn’t be any of those. Tommy wasn’t the kind of guy who inspired that. “Evan Buckley,” breathed Evan. And. And Tommy forgot that he should be shaking his hand too, right? Not that – not that Evan was offering. But. Tommy took the initiative, extending his own. “Wow. Uh. Big hands,” said Evan, maybe babbled, as he shook Tommy’s hand and looked so expectantly at Tommy. Tommy couldn’t say no to that face. He couldn’t say nothing. “You have a good handshake too, Evan,” offered Tommy, a little distracted by Evan’s adorable smile. The little laugh he was making. Wait. Were they still shaking hands? Was that weird?

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[emry-stars-art]

I would love to see more of the aftg characters in the rodeo au thing. Especially more rodeo clown Andrew

Chibi cowboy Neil with chicken and more rodeo clown/bullfighter Andrew for u (and @ittyybittybaker ) dear anon