¡Hola, mi compadres!
I thought I would do this as a series of Bucky omegaverse one shots, but where they can be read as a whole or seperately???
Bucky rested his head in his hands. It was official. He was the only un-mated Alpha in his whole university. He was going to die alone. Every time he caught smell of something exciting, it would turn out to be another goddamn mated omega. Or a beta. And why was he alone? He wasn't the worst alpha. How the hell did that clint kid get a mate before him? Albeit, lots of girls were put off by the fact he had a metal arm, but his ma always told him that it was 'beautiful, sweetheart'. He was a better specimen than that idiot. Sure, he was captain of the math something or other. Sure, he held the university's archery record, but that wasn't that great, was it? Bucky had muscles. He was hardcore. Since when had girls not liked hardcore?
"Hey, bud, still mopin'?" His best friend, Steve, liked to mock him. "It's hardly surprisin', Buck. You're a mess."
"Easy for you to say." Was Bucky's miserable reply. Steve had it easy. He was nicknamed 'golden boy', both in and out of the classroom. All the girls liked Steve. Bucky would just be getting somewhere with someone, and then Steve would swoop in, and the girl wouldn't even know Bucky's name.
"Chill, you'll find the right girl one a' these days." His friend flashed a charming smirk, before heading off, no doubt to do annoying couple-y things with his perfect mate. Bucky heard no end about how beautiful this girl was, how perfect she smelled (weird), how shiny her hair was, how the shade of her hair matched the shade of her lipstick, yaddah yaddah yaddah (spam to the first person to guess who she is- y'all know and love her). He hadn't even met the girl, but from how much Steve talked about her, he often felt like he did know her. The truth was, Bucky found himself surrounded by love, (love is all around me, I feel it in my bones....) and he was sick of it. There were always couples surrounding him, kissing, hugging and being affectionate. It gave Bucky a very depressed state of mind, particularly in and around his rut, which his friends had kindly nicknamed his 'man period'.
And as if that wasn't enough, his mother was always on at him. He would get daily texts, each reading something along the lines of either 'still single?' or 'Maxine's daughter is recently divorced'. Maxine was one of his mother's many über irritating friends. They were the kind of women who 'lunch', (since when had lunch become a verb? As far as Bucky was aware, lunch was a meal, and not one he was overly fond of) and that seemed to be the only thing they were any good at. That and screeching 'Oh, Bucky, dahling, you've gotten so handsome!", and kissing his cheek, which would undoubtedly leave an annoying mark on his face. He avoided his mother's friends, and their stuck up daughters, like the plague. He would rather die alone than with one of those 'snotty moos', as he was prone to calling them.
"Still lookin' for a mate, huh Buck?" Sam, another of Bucky's friends, asked. He found Bucky's loneliness particularly amusing. In fact, he had been the one to come up with the whole 'man period' thing, along with a few other unpleasant nicknames.
"Yup." He replied. "I am inde-" A sharp smell cut him off, something like Christmas cookies and..... Marshmallow? (The kind that get squished between s'mores) It was the unmistakable smell of an unmated omega, and as soon as it had come, it disappeared.
"I have some advice that may be of use to you." Another, distinctly English, voice added.
"Go on, then." Bucky said impatiently. "Spill."
"Well, maybe your, uh, demeanour, could be considered-" The man began.
"Hey, shut it, England." Bucky snapped. "If you're gonna tell me-"
"Oh, so should I leave?" A distinctly female voice said from behind them.
"You what?" Sam asked.
"I just transferred here, and was looking for Steve Rogers? I was told I could find him here." She replied.
"Steve is off schmoozing with his beautiful omega, but you're welcome to hang with us until he comes back." Sam told her.
"Sounds good." She pulled a chair out. "I'm Y/N, by the way. I'm an architecture major?"
"Ah. You shall be with me, and a good friend of mine." Thor told her. Bucky was too busy being distracted- as Y/N had arrived, the mesmerising smell he had caught earlier had returned. Something about the way the girl smelled made Bucky want to wrap her in his arms and never let go.
"Bucky?" Sam murmured. "You okay, man?"
"What?" Bucky asked.
"Well, Buck, this is Y/N. She's an omega who just transferred. Y/N, this is Bucky." Sam said, trying to hold back laughter.
"Pleasure." The girl, Y/N, held out a small hand for Bucky to take.
"She's in architecture with me." Thor told him.
"So I guess you'll be in Advanced Math with me. Harsh luck." Bucky told her. "Our professor is a right dick."
"I'm sure they're not that bad." She replied, a slight smile on her face. As she did so, she absent-mindedly tipped her head up slightly, causing her scent to intensify. Bucky couldn't help but lean in slightly, taking in as much of the entrancing smell as he could.
"Uh, that's a bit weird." Sam said. "What's with the, uh, smelling, buddy?"
"He's an alpha, and I have a very strong smell. It's a natural reaction." She said. "It doesn't bother me."
"Aha, sorry." Bucky rubbed the back of his neck.
"Don't apologise." She smiled, moving closer to Bucky and leaning in, towards his neck, and breathing deeply. "You don't smell so bad yourself." Bucky felt his jaw drop. That had certainly not happened to him before.
