AU where Marci hires Matt an interior decorator because his apartment is seriously depressing and if they’re going to be frenemies (out of all the interns at L&Z, they’re the only one the other can tolerate and have formed a reluctant alliance), his apartment needs to not be so empty. Cue interior decorator Foggy (who had started in undergrad and had a knack for it and decided to do that instead of going to law school like he originally intended) gets to know Matt to better understand how to decorate in his ~style~.
He not only makes Matt’s apartment look good, but also picks out nice things for Matt when he realizes Matt’s only luxury is the silk sheets: pillows with interesting textures, fuzzy, tassels, color changing sequins; statues and knick knacks that are interesting to touch; mixed media artwork that he can feel; really soft fuzzy rugs that Matt can sink his toes into and keep him from stepping on too cold floors in the morning; soft knitted throw blankets that Matt would wrap around himself at all times if he could. At the end, Matt’s apartment actually feels warm and homey and he actually wants to be there.
Of course by the time that Matt realizes he likes Foggy, the decorating process is already pretty much done, and because he’s an awkward sad bb, he let’s Foggy go without saying anything. Matt mopes around his newly nice and warm apartment where everything reminds him of Foggy Foggy Foggy… until Marci shows up one night, tells Matt he’s an idiot and if he hurts Foggy she’ll kill him (Matt honestly doesn’t doubt her for a second), and tells him to go by her place so that Foggy will finally stop moping on her couch and eating all of her ice cream. Then Matt goes over, they talk about Feelings and make out.
Okay, so some of my earlier chapters to certain fics were not posted onto this blog, but on my old blog, which is now deleted. Because of this, I am going to link all my fics to AO3, which, truthfully, is where I prefer people to read them anyway. I apologize if you disapprove, but it’s just easier that way.
So, just know, the links below will redirect you there.
all of my bughead fics
“His hand gives an awkward pat to her shoulder as her fingers grip the lapels, a shy smile spreading across her face like the pretty pink flush on her cheeks. “Thank you, Jughead.” Betty says softly, pushing her arms through the sleeves and tugging the jacket tight around her.” [au]
“A bright light all her own, his shadows are drenched in her radiance.“ [nsfw, au]
“The words stare at her with mocking. They stare at her, yelling the truths she’s thought time and time again in her mind, “Those Coopers—they’re crazy.” [post 1x05]
three words:“Betty is an addiction Jughead never wants to be rid of.” [nsfw]
assumptions: “Betty’s blue eyes move rapidly over his face, watching his lips spew words that shift the ground beneath her like a black hole. The surety he has in his assumptions make her furious, and she’s suddenly glaring at him with pursed lips.” [jealous!juggie, au]
“What was happening? The panic inside her was heightening—webbing itself into the deepest part of her veins and seizing the very basic function of what Jughead was asking her to do. She can’t breathe.” [post 1x06]
“Almost like an epiphany, she saw him—really saw him. Like sunlight peeking out from foggy mist, he was clarity, pure and true. She opened her eyes and he was new before her, yet… the same.” [slight nsfw]
stars: “Despite the gritty, gravelly exterior he presents to the world, Jughead is the epitome of sweet toward her. He’s tender and considerate and just the right amount of reticent to be endearing. And though she loves that about him, Betty’s not in the mood for slow and sweet.” [nsfw]
hunger pains:“Jughead,” Betty begins, startling him as he spins around, spatula in hand. She folds her arms over her chest and raises a brow. “It’s two in the morning.” Jughead grins before turning back to his food, clicking the volume from his phone down as he shrugs. “I’m hungry.” [au]
“For a moment, the fleeting discovery that she’s actually quite stunning in her candid genuity breaches his thoughts before he quickly pushes that feeling down. ” [au]
drop in the ocean: “She can feel the tickle and scrape of coarse sand against their bare legs, but pays it no mind. Her focus is consumed with her boyfriend’s touch and the trail of heat his fingers leave against her skin.” [nsfw]
“Loss… injustice…unfairness… it’s the ugly truth of life. There doesn’t have to be a reason or a person to blame. Sometimes, misfortune just is.” [miscarriage, angst]
red lipstick:"She pulls the passenger mirror down and wipes her red lipstick off, smudging the color across her skin and marking it in a way that reminds Jughead of bee stung lips after a kiss.” [comics-ish au]
“Her hair just does something to him.” [short oneshot, nsfw]
touch me, tease me: “Jughead is enamored with her, her blonde hair spilling over them like a lustrous curtain and enhancing the sounds of their breathing. He wants to declare his eternal love. He wants to pour out sonnets and ballads and write novels about every freckle on her skin, every blue shade in her eye. He wants to trace his fingers over every inch of her body until there’s no part he hasn’t memorized.” [very nsfw]
“Lifting her hand up, her thumb twirls the band on her ring finger until the diamond digs into her pinky. She pushes the jewel against the skin until it stings, redirecting her emotional pain into the physical.” [zombie au]
stranger than fiction: "If he weren’t so perplexed and shaken by what was happening, he may have thought she was pretty. But, if she was a figment his imagination, then of course she’d be pretty. He’d imagined her—no! He wasn’t imagining her.“ [supernatural au, brief hiatus]
dust to dust: “Betty’s head snaps over toward the boy, his lanky form leaning over his patio with the cigarette hanging from his fingers. Her stomach turns strangely at the way the moonlight highlights his features, accentuating his cheekbones and the inky black hair that falls over his eyes in soft curls.
He raises a brow at her and takes a deep drag of his cig before continuing. “Welcome to Riverdale.” [very au]
“She’d been devastated when Jughead suggested they take some time apart, of course she had—but… somewhere in her mind, she’d been so sure in believing this was nothing but a small hurdle for them.” [au, nsfw]
feels like home:
“Bringing his knuckles to his lips, Jughead stares out into the traffic with a content look. He was ready to go home.” [future-fic]
lost and found: “Maybe as a seventeen-year-old, sneaking kisses with the blonde he’d been in love with at the time—maybe he’d had a thought or two of her as a mother; a boy’s fantasy of the blissful domesticity he never had.” [future-fic, au]
to build a home:
a series of one-shots in the universe of "lost and found” [domestic bughead]
thus, with a kiss: “He’s the lowly servant, she is the daughter of a nobleman…they are so different, so achingly different, he forces himself to remember this is the right decision, however wrong it may feel."
out of nowhere: "Jughead thinks of the song that came on when she’d said yes to their date. It had been the one she’d sang when he was first injured, and it had been the song that was playing when he stood outside the hospital, healed and discharged, ordered to return to duty.” [wwii au]
Imagine Matt finding out you were seeing someone new
The two men walked side by side, discussing the Salazar case. Foggy was going off about the key witness they needed when he abruptly halted his words.
“Holy,” Foggy grumbled out in disbelief. Before he could tell Matt what he was seeing, the Daredevil knew. He could smell your perfume a block away, the sound of your lips smacking as you talked to the man who was walking next to you. Matt heard his low gruff voice and recognized it right away, as the man asked if you were hungry.
You sighed, staring at the wall in your office as you tried your hardest to stop thinking about your newest intern, Cas Novak. To say he was distracting was an understatement. From his messy sex hair, the stubble that ran across his jaw, to the way he licked his lips all the time…the man was practically a god.
Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.
A/N: I’m back!!!!! I just submitted my final draft to my supervisor tonight and I’m celebrating with this! It feels great to have words flowing out smoothly again. I hope you guys enjoy this one.