For anyone interested, I’ve just updated chapter 2 and chapter 3 of tbbw. I also, kinda, rewrote them. And added a few scenes. Don’t worry nothing major, don’t even have to read them again really, it’s not changed the plot. Just added world building. I’ve basically just written bits down that were already in my head when I was writing later chapters so, everything already supports everything else.
However.
The word count for The Big Bad Wolf, thanks to these edits, is now over 150,000. Which means I’ve written around 10k for each chapter. So I’m just going to go sit down and scream into a pillow.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x college!student!reader (Enemies to Lovers AU)
Summary: You’re studying to become a librarian, you love your life but you despise your brat of a roommate, and the feeling is mutual.
Warnings: Language, Bucky is a jerk, mentions of masturbation, Bucky gets lucky with a girl in his room, kinda smutty but sfw and a smidging of angst?
Word Count: 1,276
A/N: Ahhhh here is part 1/15 of my new WIP series!! It was given to me by @valkyriesryde and she’s been extremely helpful with her visions for this!! I hope I do this series some justice, thank you again babe for giving it to me <3
A/N #2: I just wanna make it clear that Bucky does not have his metal arm in this series.
Masterlist
Sitting snugly on your soft couch with your legs crisscrossed and your notepad resting on one of your legs, jotting down some ideas for your side hobby of fanfiction writing to do later. You had finished an assignment just an hour ago and now you couldn't wait to relax.
And you had to laugh at your luck. Your roommate was also home, sitting beside you slumped on his side of the couch, his left elbow resting on the arm of the couch and his legs swaying back and forth gazing at the TV in front of him and texting someone on his phone. He became bothersome and started flicking the pips from the apple he had just eaten at you, some getting caught in your hair.
"Would you stop that?!" You seethe, tossing a scrunched up piece of paper at your annoying roommate, the paper hitting him on the side of his head.
"Fuckin' make me ya useless shit." He spits back, deliberately swinging his arm so he could knock the pen out of your hand.
"You're the most incredibly irritating person on the fucking planet!" You spat back at him, leaning over to pick up your pen.
"Ditto babe." he taunted, swaggering over to the refrigerator. You scowled at the pet name opting to not give him the fulfillment of him provoking you as he does daily.
You had to have been the most unfortunate person in the world. You were stuck with having the notorious ladies man known as James 'Bucky' Barnes as your roommate in your two-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn.
You would have happily settled for anyone but Bucky, even a person who wouldn't stop chatting would be favorable.
You were a college student and you wanted to become a librarian, and though it seemed easy enough, having these diplomas would help find you work a lot quicker and easier than without. The assignments and other things you had to do was insane but you knew it would be worth it in the end when you secure employment.
Bucky, on the other hand, was kinda lazy and sort of searching for a job. He had no such luck but you were convinced he wasn't actively looking for a job. He was too comfortable in his daily routine; which was often lazing on the couch watching a reality TV show with his hands shoved down the front of his pants. Something you often caught him doing, and he had no shame, he would continue pleasuring himself in front of you, and it disgusted you since he would intentionally touch you in some way with the same hand.
As you probably guessed right now, you and Bucky did not get along. You detested each other. You had lost count how many arguments you had in a week, though your fights never turned physical, Bucky would never dream of hitting you physically, instead, he chose to hurt you mentally. You shouldn't be living together but neither of you was willing to move out.
"Who are ya writing about anyway? Some other poor bastard a fuckin' pathetic loser like you have no chance of getting?" Bucky snorted, pouring himself a drink on the kitchen island.
And this is what you meant with 'he chose to do it mentally', constantly reminding you of how worthless and useless you were to the world.
With a huff, you slammed your notebook shut and stood up. Flipping him off and going to your bedroom, before you shut your door you heard him bark out an obnoxious laugh, with a tut you slam the door harder than intended, shaking the doorframe slightly.
"Stop banging the fuckin' doors!" Bucky yells as you hear a glass of something being slammed down on a table in the living room.
Bucky slumped back down on the couch after you had left. A knock echoed through the apartment.
"She chose a fuckin' good time to leave." he murmured under his breath, swinging the door open and there stood Dolores.
"Hey there babe." he grinned, inviting her in for a warm hug.
“Hey Bucky!” The lights bounced off her perfect white teeth. Bucky grinned, taking her hand in his and leading her to his bedroom. He had the perfect plan up his sleeve.
You chose to ignore the sounds in the living room and turned on your fairy lights that are dangling on the wall above your bed creating a warm cozy feeling, propping some cushions behind you and taking your phone off charge, dialing in your best friend's number. He picks up after a few rings.
"Hey, you!" He cheerfully says through the phone, a smile lighting up your dispirited mood.
"Hey, Sam! How's it going?" The two of you were close, like brother and sister. He understood your predicament with your roommate and he honestly never liked the guy either.
You and Sam would talk for hours, you're currently helping him get the girl of his dreams. He's been crushing on a girl in your class - Katherine - you think her name is, but Sam is shy and enlisted you to help him. It was a good distraction until you started hearing loud moans coming from Bucky's bedroom.
"Oh, fucking great." you cursed out loud, banging your head against your wooden headboard.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked, snapping out of his daydream of Katherine.
"My dumbass roommate is getting laid."
You hear Sam laugh through the phone. "Just put some headphones on with some music, you're gonna be alright Y/N!" Sam continues laughing, knowing full well you haven't had a boyfriend in forever.
You decide to take Sam's advice and hang up the phone. The moans getting louder and you believe Bucky is doing it on purpose. You also believe he's intentionally banging his bed against your wall to get a heated rise out of you.
With a groan you put your headphones on and shuffle your playlist, turning it up on full volume, but even with the headphones you could still hear every little thing that was happening on the other side. You groaned in frustration, ripping your headphones out and instead sandwiching yourself between your pillows.
Bucky’s plan worked perfectly. The walls were thin and he could hear your continous groans on the other side, it only encouraged him further, biting down on Dolores neck to make her scream out in ectasy.
The next morning was quiet as you walked out of your bedroom in your robe, noticing the lack of appearance from your roommate immediately. He isn't seated where he normally is at this time of the morning.
You did hear Dolores and Bucky leave the apartment late last night after their 3 hour-long bedroom activities but even so, he was always back the next morning, and no matter how much he hated you, he did always prepare your favorite cereals.
"Bucky?" You called out, silently hoping he wasn’t here but also hoping he was, listening intently to any sounds of the mysteriously vanished roommate.
Your phone started to buzz in your robe pocket, you pulled it out and looked at the unknown number suspiciously.
"Hello?"
"Oh hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?" A woman's voice asked on the other end. The fact she said your full name made you on edge.
"Uhh yeah, this is she. Who is this?" You take a seat on the chair behind you.
"I'm doctor Romanoff and I have a James Barnes in my ward. You were his emergency contact. I'm afraid to inform you, Miss, that Mr. Barnes was involved in a minor road traffic accident. He has broken his left arm and a couple of his ribs is broken. If you are visiting him I would be happy to go over everything else with you too."
You were too shocked to speak. So many things said at once, why were you, the one person Bucky couldn't stand breathing the same air around, was his emergency contact?
"Miss? Hello?" Doctor Romanoff spoke on the other end.
You cleared your throat before speaking.
"Uhhh.." Just as you started to speak, you heard a blood-curdling scream in the background. Doctor Romanoff quickly excused herself and hung up.
The call ended and you stared out in front of you. It was no question you had to go and see him.
When Donghyuck is cast as Beatrice in his school’s production of Shakepeare’s Much Ado About Nothing, nothing could ruin his excitement–nothing except the fact that that his love interest will be portrayed by none other than his least favorite person in the theatre department: Mark Lee
Mark Lee loves performing. He loves Shakespeare. He loves the thrill of being on stage. He does NOT love having to ‘fall in love’ with the most annoying person he knows- even if it is just an act.
Long tech rehearsals are a relief to Jeno. They give him somewhere to be on weekends other than his dad’s house, and he’d much rather be hauling around a heavy set piece than the weight of his own secrets.
Jaemin wants two things from this school year: 1. He wants Mark and Donghyuck to settle whatever the hell is going on between them and leave him in peace, and 2. He wants to finally ask that hot stage crew boy on a date.
(The theatre kid AU nobody asked for, based on/inspired by William Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing)
The clue to writing a long piece of fanfiction is to never stop and consider how many hours of your life this is gonna take, because if you do, it's going to feel impossible to finish.
