Would you mind writing some teenage Bucky/Steve back in the 30s?
Write my favorite things? Twist my arm. I wrote a high school 30′s AU as one of my first prompts here, if you’re interested! This turned out kind of disgustingly fluffy, and I wasn’t sure if there was anything that specific that you were looking for, hope this satisfies! - Astro
Steve had spent most of the month looking for a job, only to be laughed out of almost every place he went to. Omegas were supposed to stay home and keep house, and even if he wasn’t as thin as a rail Steve knew that most of the ship-owners would look down on him. Male omegas and female alphas weren’t as common, and there was plenty of prejudice against them. It seemed there was plenty of prejudice against everybody these days, which had only been exacerbated by the lack of work.
Thankfully Bucky had been able to keep his work at the docks, though Steve wished there was something else for his friend to do. Poor Bucky had dropped everything at the crash when his dad has lost his job, dropping out of school and going to work.
Steve felt like a dead weight, completely unable to support himself. Art school seemed like a waste, but it was the only thing that he could do, at least the school hadn’t had to close. After barely finishing highschool he hadn’t wanted to continue school, but Bucky had made him promise that at least one of them should go. He felt like there were more important things than covering himself in charcoal dust and mixing paints, but it was enough to see Bucky smile at what he’s made at the end of the day when the alpha came home exhausted and scratched up from carrying crates.
Their lives fell into an exhaustive but necessary routine. Steve went to class when he wasn’t sick, and tried to dodge Bucky setting him up with the seemingly endless stream of beta girls he met when he went out after working his ass off all day. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in them, he found them interesting and engaging, and he was always polite and tried to give them a good time, but they weren’t really interested in him when they had a beautiful alpha like Bucky to look at.
“C’mon Bucky, I don’t want to go out today…” Steve rubbed his hands over his face, wincing when he realized he’d just covered himself in charcoal again. “I have to work on these sketches.”
Bucky cocked his head to the side, considering. “Fine. We’ll stay in then. I’ve been wanting to catch that new program on the radio anyway.”
Steve looked up at him. “Really?” Bucky almost never stayed in. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being home, he was just busy, and he was sociable and loved to flit around to dance halls and parties that his work friends invited him to. Steve wasn’t jealous, he liked staying home as much as Bucky liked going out.
“Yeah. Don’t look so shocked.” Bucky plopped down onto their ratty couch, running his fingers through his hair to free it from the grip of the pomade. “I got a few new books too. There’s no work for three days until the ships can get through the storm that’s brewing off the coast, so you’re stuck with me.” He grinned and Steve felt his heart flutter.
That was another new addition to Steve’s life. Being completely in love with his best friend. Though, maybe it wasn’t so new, and Steve had just noticed it.
It was stupid, and Steve knew that a handsome and smart alpha like Bucky would never consider a skinny, sickly, omega for a mate, but that didn’t make Steve feel any different. It wasn’t the norm for an unmated alpha/omega pair to live together like this, but no one honestly looked twice at them anymore. Everyone in the neighborhood knew them, and knew that you’d catch a hook from Steve as quick as you could get a smile out of Bucky.
“You need me to pose again? Or are you doing objects this time?” Bucky dug around in their icebox, pulling out the last beer and popping it open on the edge of the counter.
Steve stared down at his sketchbook. “I’m good. Just gotta flesh some of these out.” Steve was pretty sure that his professor was going to grow tired of seeing Bucky depicted in 90% of Steve’s drawings, but you drew what you knew after all.
Bucky curled up next to him and Steve bristled when he leaned against him and nuzzled the side of his head.
“What’re you doing Buck?”
“You smell sweet today. Content.” Bucky took another breath against his neck and Steve shifted away from him.
Bucky tightened his grip on the beer in his hand and pulled away on his own. “I need a shower, but I don’t know if I want to brave the cold like last time.”
“You smell fine.” Steve grabbed his charcoal off the table, trying to resist the urge to bury himself in Bucky’s chest and breathe him in. There wasn’t one thing he liked more than Bucky’s scent, even when he was sweaty from a hard day’s work.
Bucky sprawled out on the couch and Steve eventually slid onto the floor to tip his sketchbook against the side of the coffee table. He didn’t have an easel, and hunching over his page made his back ache for days.
“You’re turning 18 soon, got anything big planned?” Bucky didn’t look up from his paperback, the cover folded over around the back to the point that Steve knew it would end up like all the others on their bookshelf.
They’d both been avoiding mentioning Steve’s birthday, knowing that they didn’t have enough money to string together for a regular day, let alone anything special.
Steve shrugged. “Nah. It’s shit to have your birthday on a holiday anyway.”
Bucky nudged him with his foot. “Don’t be so sour. The whole country celebrates your birthday. 18 is a big deal, you deserve to do something.”
Steve snorted. It was an old joke, one that Bucky had been rehashing since they were tiny. “18 doesn’t mean anything to me. You didn’t do anything big for yours.”
Bucky shrugged. “I did plenty. I’m just hoping they don’t crack down on the drinking age. Prohibition was a blessing and a curse.” He tipped his beer to Steve to emphasize his point.
“I’ll be plenty thankful if I’m not sick.” Steve scrubbed at a line on the page.
“We could go to a picture. I know you’re not big on dancing.” Bucky had put his book aside, looking down at Steve.
“I said I don’t need anything. You don’t have to convince me. Cook dinner or something and I’ll be happy. You can give me a damn hug, you know I don’t want nothin’.”
Bucky barked a laugh. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d given Steve a hug for his birthday. It had become a running joke once they’d become too poor to rub two cents together let alone buy gifts.
“You don’t have to wait for special occasions to ask for a hug Stevie.” Bucky reached across to put his book on the table, leaning over and wrapping his arms around Steve’s skinny shoulders, hunched over on the couch and burying his face in Steve’s neck.
Steve squawked unbecomingly, batting Bucky away when the alpha stuck a wet finger in his ear. “Oh gross, c’mon Bucky.”
Bucky dissolved into laughter and Steve hit him with one of the couch cushions.
Bucky didn’t get to take days off from work. He got to go and work until they didn’t need him anymore, and he was grateful. If he called in or didn’t come then they would likely replace him on the spot, and they couldn’t afford to both be out of work.
“Sorry I’m gonna miss most of your birthday pal.” Bucky shrugged on his jacket, looking guilty and exhausted.
Steve shushed him and handed him a thermos of coffee. “Don’t worry about it.”
“You can invite all your girlfriends over without me being in the way.” Bucky winked at him, sipping from his coffee. “Have a real party.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’ll be doing. Go to work Bucky.” Steve ushered him out the door before he could say anything else.
Steve didn’t do anything different than he would on a usual day, puttering around and picking up their mess and listening to the radio. He did treat himself and go to the penny candy store and get a small handful of sweets. Bucky loved the sour ones.
On the way back up to his apartment Steve stopped to throw jacks with Mrs. Adams’ pups. She seemed surprised to see him when she came out to check on them.
“Oh Steven. It’s great to see you looking so well.”
Steve pulled himself up off the concrete and dusted off his pants. “Thank you. You look well too Mrs. Adams.”
“How’s your mate? I’ve barely seen him around, he must be working so much.”
Steve felt his stomach do a flip and he dropped his gaze. “Bucky’s not my mate ma’am, but he’s doing fine. Working too hard.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I just-”
Steve forced a smile onto his lips. “Don’t worry about it. Have a good day ma’am.” He turned on his heel and headed up the stairs, trying not to shake.
That was what Steve wanted for his birthday. The only thing he’d wanted for the last few birthdays actually, but he couldn’t ask Bucky. Even if he agreed, it was unfair of Steve to ask. Bucky deserved a wife and pups and a happy life. Steve was officially 18, and hadn’t once had a heat. If he hadn’t spent so much time in hospitals that took intimate documents of his physiology he would have just assumed he was a beta. That didn’t stop his chest from aching.
Bucky came home later than usual, and Steve had been about to doze off on the couch. He pulled himself back awake when he heard the key in the lock.
“Hey Stevie, sorry I’m so late.” Bucky gave him a tired smile, kicking off his shoes. “I miss anything today?”
Steve shook his head, going to the icebox to start re-heating Bucky’s dinner with a wide yawn. He was so tired his thoughts were bleary.
Bucky loitered close to him while Steve puttered around, but Steve was too tired to ask him what he was up to. It wasn’t until Bucky’s hand caught his waist that Steve even looked up at him.
“What is it Buck?” This close Steve could smell the muddled tinge to Bucky’s scent. Maybe he was getting sick? Something was stressing him out for sure.
Bucky licked his lips, a nervous habit that left them chapped more often than not. “Wanted to give you your gift.”
Steve grinned at him, elbowing him good-naturedly. “The standard hug? Or do I get a kick in the ass this time?”
Bucky brought his hand up to cup Steve’s cheek, his thumb rubbing gently behind his ear.
Steve froze, his smile falling at he gazed up at his friend. “Wha-?”
Then they were kissing and Steve felt like all the air had left the room, like an asthma attack but without the desire to breathe at all. He was so shocked that he couldn’t even kiss back, and Bucky had pulled away before he could recover.
“Surprise?” Bucky looked so vulnerable and unsure of himself that Steve’s heart hurt. Did he really think Steve was going to refuse him?
Steve sucked in a breath and tightened his fingers in Bucky’s shirt, yanking him down for another kiss. He knew he wasn’t a good kisser, but Bucky didn’t seem to mind, gently guiding Steve to change the angle and sighing happily when he licked into Steve’s mouth.
Only once Steve could no longer ignore the burning of his lungs did Steve pull away for air. The room was full of the scent of both of them, pinched tight and strong. At least he knew Bucky liked kissing him. “Bucky…”
“Don’t.” Bucky touched his cheek again, his eyes so soft it made Steve blush. “Don’t open your big mouth and ruin the moment huh? I got you another present anyway.”
Steve stared at him as he dug around in his pockets.
“I know pairs usually have promise rings until they can get married and mate, but I have to save up a bit more for one of those…” Buck had gone shy again.
“Is that a washer?” Steve blinked at the little metal piece in his hand.
Bucky sputtered. “It’s an o-ring! It’s the best I could find okay? Do you want it or not punk?”
Steve quickly snatched it from his hand. “I want it!” He held it close to his chest like Bucky was going to take it back.
Bucky’s expression went soft again. “Good. Happy Birthday Steve.”
Steve flushed, leaning up to kiss Bucky’s cheek again. “Thanks Buck.” Pulling out his dad’s dog tags from under his shirt Steve unhooked the chain and added the o-ring to it.
Bucky pulled him into his arms, nuzzling his hair. “You smell happy.”
Steve flushed. “I am happy.” He wasn’t sure if he could voice how totally in love with Bucky he was right off the bat, but he had a feeling that the alpha already knew. “I’ll find you some sort of thing too. All your dames are gonna be crushed if we start going steady.”
Bucky snorted. “It’s always been you Stevie. They’ll survive.”