#riverdale promptathon

[imreallyloveleee]

hi hello, here's another one because i fckn love head underwater: missing moment, betty has a daydream while bored at work...?

u got it bb!

head underwater, chapter seven (interlude)

Eyes steady on hers, he takes a single step towards her. “I wanted to see you.”

The admission catches her off guard. She knows, of course, that Jughead finds her attractive. When they’re together, she never doubts his interest, physically speaking.

But seeking her out like this – in the middle of a work day, no less – that’s different. That’s new.

read it on ao3.

written for @riverdalepromptathon!

[crazymisscarly]

Riverdale Promptathon Post!

Excruciatingly late, I know, though I intend to keep working on the prompts some of you peeps sent me. So this post serves two purposes:

1. To fulfil this anonymous prompt from the most recent @riverdalepromptathon : “promptathon prompt—an awkward moment concerning miss Emma Jones?”

2. To give those of you who like my Jordan Jones x River Blossom fanfic a taste of what’s to come!

Note: Jordan can’t catch a break in this next chapter :’) poor guy hahahah

River’s body was warm, heated against his own - particularly where her legs straddled his waist. Jordan made an involuntary gasp as she moved her hips, and a jolt of heat shot up through his stomach. Then he swallowed as he felt her hands running up under his shirt. He pulled away from her lips only long enough to remove the offending material from his body, then sat up to join their mouths again.

He slipped one hand up to the collar of her flannel button down and clumsily popped open the first button. His heart raced in anticipation, but he only felt good, positive rushes of adrenaline as he let his hand trail down the front of her shirt and unlatched another button. Then he gripped one of her thighs and turned them both around; with his other hand he steadily leaned River back against his pillows…

It was in this position, Jordan’s body firmly wedged on top of River’s, his face dangerously close to her chest as he kissed her neck and collarbone where her now completely unbuttoned shirt exposed her red bra (and a significant amount of skin), her fingernails digging into the skin of his bare back and her legs locked suggestively around his waist, that the bedroom door - unnoticed by either of them - opened.

“What are you guys doing?” A surprised voice came from the doorway. 

Jordan stiffened; his hand froze as he realized he was holding River’s right breast. He took in her wide eyes, then slowly peered back over his shoulder… and his eyes locked with Emma’s confused emerald orbs. 

A cold and abrupt sensation, like a bucket of ice being dumped over his head, suddenly ran down Jordan’s spine. “Nothing. Get out of here.” He said quickly, hoping that his sister would just listen to him for once and close the damn door. 

Apparently this afternoon just wasn’t going to swing Jordan’s way, because mere seconds later his sister (in an obvious state of surprise and horror) raised her voice and practically shrieked: “Oh my God! Are you having sex?!”

“Emma! Get the hell out!”

Jordan didn’t have time to say anything else - nor to throw the closest reachable object at his sister - before another voice was joining her in the doorway. 

“What are you two screaming about?” Jordan’s mother asked, an annoyed expression on her face as she turned her gaze away from Emma and looked into Jordan’s bedroom. Betty took in the scene, and watched as Jordan quickly removed his hand from where it still lingered on River’s chest, before she grimaced and reached out to grab the door handle and pulled it shut with a loud thud. Through the door, River and Jordan could both hear the muffled sound of Betty chastising Emma for opening her brother’s door without knocking first.

River’s legs went limp and she covered her face with her hands. “Oh, God.” She choked out. She took in a little gasp. “I can’t believe…”

Jordan swallowed. The pre-interruption excitement was well and truly gone, replaced by an odd combination of guilt and embarrassment. “Yeah.” He huffed out, then moved to lay down beside her. “I’m… so sorry.”

River moved some of her fingers apart so she could stare at him from between her hands. “It’s not your fault,” she swallowed, “but we probably should have locked the door…”

“Well, to be fair, I wasn’t really expecting us to…”

“Yeah, I know.” She nodded, then sighed and moved her hands away from her face, resting them beside her as she stared mournfully up at the ceiling. Her eyes suddenly screwed up. “God, your Mom saw my bra.”

Jordan smirked. “I mean, it’s a good thing she didn’t walk in any later or she might’ve seen a lot more than that.”

“It’s not funny.” She said, glaring at him. But there was a hint of amusement still present as she sighed. “How am I meant to look her in the eyes after this?”

“Hey… don’t be embarrassed…” He said, rather hypocritically since he himself was so embarrassed he risked spontaneously combusting, and rolled onto his side to place his hand on her arm. “As you love reminding me, my Mom spent, like, three years studying why sex is good for you. She has a doctorate on the topic…” Jordan still felt his nervous emotions raging, but managed to mentally reach out and latch onto a semblance of cool logic. “I’m sure she of all people isn’t going to dwell on our moderate state of undress.”

River huffed. “That is not what your Mom’s dissertation was about.”

Jordan pursed his lips. “Well, on the bright side, Mom’s probably just going to be annoyed with me because I ‘let’ Emma walk in on us, not because we were… making out.” Jordan exhaled in a long rush… but then he frowned. He felt completely mortified that two separate members of his family had walked in on him and River in an… intimate moment. But… that was it. He didn’t feel awkward, or uncomfortable about the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, nor that River was still laying beside him with her bra visible for the whole bedroom to see. He kind of just wished he’d locked the door so they could have continued their… spontaneous exploration of each other’s bodies.

His eyebrows knit together, confusion setting in when he realized his hand was still tingling from the rough feeling of the lace overlay of River’s bra… and his stomach was twisted in bubbling knots, but the sensation was more enjoyable than it was distressing…

Full chapter should be online in the next few days!

[stonerbughead]

feel it all around

Long after they’ve walked away, Archie can still picture the looks on their faces. He realizes, with a gentle pang, that it’s how Betty and Jughead have always looked when they’re alone together. Ever since they were kids.

Bughead through the years (as seen, told, and observed by the ensemble cast of do you like or like like me?)

read here on AO3

based on a @riverdalepromptathon prompt from the lovely @lucivar

and may i direct you to all the mix cds & playlists for this universe?

[satelliteinasupernova]

Starting off my @riverdalepromptathon posts with this “bughead + toffee cooper snuggles” requested by @lucivar!

[edgarsabandonedrocketship]

For the @riverdalepromptathon — some art inspired by a fic from the amazing @imreallyloveleee. It’s a wonderful WIP called Talking in the Dark where Toffee moves in with Jughead (because the twins have allergies). This is based on a scene where Bughead’s watches Toffee play with a blue fish toy in Jug’s room. I believe the fish was a foil toy, but I’m not so great with metallics, so I improvised. 

[riverdalepromptathon]

Announcing the Riverdale Fall Promptathon!

Given...everything...going on lately, we here at @riverdalepromptathon think this fandom is in need of a pick-me-up. And not just that, but a pick-me-up that puts our focus back on what really matters: the beautiful fanworks that we’ve created, consumed, and shared as a community.

So this time, we’re not coming up with the prompts - you are! In the spirit of celebrating our own takes on these characters we love, we’re asking you to draw inspiration not from Riverdale canon, but from your favorite fics. Here’s how to participate:

PROMPT: Saturday, October 9 - Saturday, October 16

Authors will share a list of their own stories they’re accepting prompts for, using this post template. Maybe it’s all your fics, maybe it’s only a select few - it’s totally up to you.

Readers will send authors prompts about those stories. Was there a missing moment you wish was included in your favorite AU? Have you always wondered what happened after the happily ever after? This is your chance to prompt it!

Authors can also open up their existing works for other writers and artists to play around with. This one’s totally optional - we know not everyone is comfortable opening up a treasured take on their faves. But we wanted a way for fan artists and new writers who don’t have existing works yet to participate! If you’re open to seeing someone else’s take on your story, we hope you’ll throw it out there. (Anyone opening up their fic for others can list “rules” for interested creators to follow - e.g. nothing E-rated, no ship swapping, etc.)

PRODUCE: Sunday, October 17 - Friday, November 12

Everyone works on their fic and their fanart!

POST: Saturday, November 13 - Saturday, November 20

All creative works are shared. While there’s no true hard deadline to post your contributions, we ask that if you’d like your work included in the master post we’ll be pulling together, you post it no later than November 20. Tag @riverdalepromptathon in your post so we can find you!

Questions? Our inbox is always open! 

Happy prompting!

[iconic-ponytail]

For Revelation in the light of day, a night at Jughead's cabin, all to themselves

I'm finally finishing a prompt for the promptathon!!!!!

This ended up more than 1.5k sooooo I posted it on ao3 <3

i just want a place with you, i just want a place

[sweetsoundsofignorance]

This is a late submission for the Riverdale Promptathon, my bad, but I believe I warned in my author template that I have 0.5% self-control and have a tendency to turn things into multi-chapter stories. BUT. This is a combination of three excellent prompts from three lovely individuals: 

@kesleyjo (won’t let me tag them 🤔) :  my prompt is for kill your darlings! asking for a snapshot sometime in the future of the two picking out their next mark...

@satelliteinasupernova​ :  Something that's been in my mind since reading kill your darlings is: what would it be like for Betty to bring Jughead home, not only with her father's suspicions about things, but also with how we've seen how Betty tends to mute herself at home.

anon:  For prompts, In Kill Your Darlings, if you’d like to write Jug going down on Betty and then they fuck after he gets her off I would be into it. Could include more biting or maybe some knife play. Either would be hot.

I hope this isn’t cheating, but they all worked so well with one another! Thank you three for these intriguing prompts. I had so much fun with them! 🖤🖤🖤

chapter one: snakes didn’t even scare me

The expressions are identical but stem from vastly different mindsets. The cause, though, is clear, the one-hundred and sixty pounds of gamy hare standing on their welcome mat, electric blue eyes and lopsided grin. To her mother, a grungy nightmare at odds with her color scheme. To her father, a potential prison sentence.

“Jughead Jones,” he says, introducing an open hand into the threshold.

read the first chapter here!

PLEASE HEED THE TAGS!

@riverdalepromptathon​

[raymondebidochonlifechoices]

Riverdale Fall Promptathon: raymondebidochonlifechoices

I’m participating in the fall @riverdalepromptathon! Check out this post to learn more about what’s going on and how you can participate, too.

Fics I’m accepting prompts for:

Tangerine Tangerine Tangerine (previously untitled drabble for week 2 of Promptathon I)

The Witching Hour

Do It For Riverdale

No Harm No Foul (The One With The Five Seasons Total Landscape Inc. Parking Lot)

The Littlest King

Obnoxious Christmas Traditions of the Riverfamilies (not really a fic but ... it could be one? 😁 All snippets are game except for the Blossom Panto!)

Please don’t send me prompts that include:

Angst, Betty or Jughead dying/dead, non-con

I’m no good at smut, so the chances of a naughty rating are less that the Riverdale writers remembering Toffee ... Apologies.

I’m open to non-bughead-centric prompts but I can guarantee you that they will inevitably turn bugheadwards one way or the other! Oops!

My Archie is usually clueless and prone to act as comedic relief.

If you want to create art/edits for any of my fics/snippets, it will be an honour and a delight! I will love you for ever and ever! No, seriously, here’s everything I’ve ever written! 

If you want to write, the fics in the prompt list are yours (that Blossom Panto snippet excepted). Go mad!

It’ll be greatly appreciated if angst, death and non-con are avoided. 

Welcome to my ask box!!!

[lucivar]

riverdale fall promptathon

I’m attempting to participate in the fall @riverdalepromptathon! Check out this post to learn more about what’s going on and how you can participate, too.

Fics/Universes I’m accepting prompts (art, playlists, writing, random hot takes) for:

any story, really 

any heinous head canon

any river science you want theorised/explored 

any river!crack or weird theory 

any crack ship you want a plausible way of ending up together 

Any cool art ideas (i do three styles: dark, graphic novel and anime)

Random hot takes 

Send me whatever, i’ll do what i feel at the time :) For reference, I will prioritise the queer, quirky, wild, cracky or smutty. 

Re fics, playlists, art, etc. etc. feel free! Do what you want and have a great time. 

ask away

[like-romeoandjuliet-love]

for the promptathon! In the Sick of the Chase universe, I would love to see a little snippet from Betty's perspective, waking up in the hospital with Jughead next to her.

Are You Really Here?

But when I'm sick and tired

And when my mind is barely there

When a machine keeps me alive

And I'm losing all my hair

I hope you kiss my rotten head

And pull the plug

Know that I've burned every playlist

And I’ve given all my love”

Killer, Phoebe Bridgers

When she comes to and sees him, it’s been a week of hell. He’s leaning against the wall in front of her, reading a book. Dressed in one of his S T-shirts. There’s a soft smile on his lips as he watches her wake.

Her leg is killing her, the pain shooting up. She had stitched herself up with the supplies thrown down at her, but she needs antibiotics soon. Everything feels hazy and distant but not him. No. Her Jughead is as clear as day in front of her.

“Hey, Betts. Nice of you to join me.” He smiles, teasing her. His voice startles her, it washes over her like a wave and she’s so uncertain, unsure of the why, unsure of the how. And yet, there’s that wave of relief that always used to cover her up whenever she’d woken up to that same smile on his lips.

“How are you here?” She breathes out, sitting up.

Jughead furrows his brows. “What are you talking about?”

“Here.” Her eyes widen. Because if he’s here then TBK got him somehow. “Oh god, did he get you? Are you ok? Did he hurt you?” She gets up too fast and almost falls, but magically, suddenly beside her, he holds her up.

“You okay?” He murmurs, in that soft voice she loves so much. Always so kind, so caring, so full of love and warmth. “Come on, let’s sit.” He guides her gently to where he had been sitting. And she wonders for one lucid moment, where his book had gone. But then he pulls her closer to press a kiss to her forehead and she can only sink into him, the comfort that’s always made her feel so safe.

Read More on Ao3

For the @riverdalepromptathon

[imreallyloveleee]

cupcake emergency

written for @riverdalepromptathon for a prompt from @winterlovesong1: using this passage from Underlines as inspiration, 5 times Betty baked Jughead a cupcake (you can use this instance in one of those times) - this prompt isn’t necessary connected to this story but again, used as inspiration

<3

In six years as a professional baker, Betty has never seen anyone eat a cupcake with as much gusto as this guy – let alone eight of them. Watching him lick a bit of frosting off of his thumb, she’s somewhat embarrassed to realize she finds his enthusiasm sort of…attractive.

It’s too bad he’s here testing them out as potential treats for his upcoming wedding.

“Delicious,” he tells her, a dimple forming in one cheek as he smiles. “I don’t know how I’m going to choose.”

Betty smiles back almost involuntarily, but just as quickly forces her expression into one of indifference. She keeps getting the strangest feeling that this man is flirting with her, which is wholly and unequivocally inappropriate given the circumstances of their meeting. The last thing she needs is an irate Yelp review claiming La Petite Boulangerie is run by a fiancé-stealing hussy.

“The bride doesn’t want a say in it?” she asks delicately. Most couples come in for cake tastings together, but this Archie Andrews had shown up sans one Veronica Lodge, even though Betty remembers a distinctly feminine voice calling to make the appointment a week ago.

“She doesn’t care.” Archie rubs his hands together, a lock of wavy dark hair falling over his eye as he tips his gaze down towards the menu. “But she told me to pick three, so…let’s do devil’s food with chocolate frosting, carrot cake with cream cheese, and vanilla with raspberry cream. That seems like a good mix, right?”

“Absolutely.” Betty swipes over to the notes she’d taken on her iPad last week. “The order’s for three hundred. You want to do a three-way split?”

“Three hundred? Christ,” Archie mutters. “Uh, I guess so.”

Betty frowns. Maybe she’d written down the wrong number? Three hundred was an unusually large order, but she’d just assumed it was for an unusually large wedding. “How many guests will be attending? With cupcakes, I usually recommend ordering 125 percent of the confirmed RSVPs. And for an additional charge, we can provide boxes so the guests can take them home as treats.”

He shrugs. “I have no idea. But if Veronica wants three hundred cupcakes, there will be three hundred cupcakes.”

Betty nods, turning away to process the order. Archie may have swoony black hair and piercing blue eyes and a fascinating sprinkling of moles on his cheek, but if he flirts with every female vendor he encounters and doesn’t even know the extent of his own wedding guest list, he’s clearly not much of a catch.

She flips the iPad back towards him with the total. “We require 50 percent upfront, 50 percent at delivery. How would you like to pay?”

“Jesus,” he says under his breath, eyes widening as he takes in the number. “Uh, Archie said Veronica’s card should be on file?”

Betty pauses, her finger frozen in midair. “You’re not Archie?”

“Do I look like an Archie?” When she doesn’t answer, his expression grows serious. “No, I’m not the groom. I’m the best man. Sorry, I thought Veronica would have told you when she made the appointment.”

Betty exhales something between a laugh and a sigh of relief. “It must have slipped her mind.”

He rubs at the back of his neck, which has flushed all the way up to his jawline. “You must have thought I was a real creep, huh.”

Now she’s blushing, too. “Not a creep, just…overly friendly, maybe.” At his quirked eyebrow, she laughs. “Okay, yeah. A little. What’s your name, then?”

“Jughead Jones.” He extends his hand; she shakes it.

Flustered, Betty turns back to the iPad, pulling up the credit card information that was indeed provided to her over the phone. “And why are you in charge of dessert for your friends’ wedding?”

“It’s my reward for planning the bachelor party. I’ve got a sweet tooth.”

“I could tell.” Betty smiles, and chances a glance at his face; he’s smiling back.

It takes only a few more taps at the screen, and the transaction is finished. “You’re all set,” she tells him. “I hope you have fun at the wedding. And the bachelor party.”

“Thanks.” But rather than exit the shopfront, Jughead tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket, shuffling a bit on his feet. “So – seeing as I’m in charge of the dessert – I’m wondering if you might find it helpful to have my phone number. In case of an emergency.”

Betty presses her lips together, lest her entire face split open in a grin. “A cupcake emergency.”

“Yeah.” Jughead shrugs. “What do you think? You can tell me if I’m being overly cautious,” he adds. “I won’t be offended.”

“I think that’s a very smart idea.” Betty grabs a business card and one of the pens she keeps by the register, scribbling her personal number on the back. “And here’s mine, just in case you have any questions between now and the wedding.”

“Great.” He accepts the card, tucking it carefully into his wallet. “I can already think of a few, though I’m not sure all of them are cupcake-related. Hope that’s okay.”

Betty bites her lower lip, leaning towards him a little across the counter. She’s been questioning her decision to expand her business into catering lately – but this job seems like it’s got the potential to be a lot of fun.

“Try me.”

[crazymisscarly]

Riverdale Fall Promptathon: @crazymisscarly

I’m super keen to participate in the fall (lol it’s Spring in Australia) @riverdalepromptathon ! Check it out here :)

If you want, feel free to request some in my ask box. Season 5 was depressing and only fanfiction will erase the pain.

Fics I’m already writing thanks to prompts:

Tapes of Us Universe:

Carnival Fic (thanks anon!)

First night in the Combi with newborn Elle (thanks @bugheadsfangirl, I’m particularly excited for this one)

Jughead and Betty looking after baby Elle during classes at Yale (cheers @imreallytryinghelp)

Season 5 AU Universe:

Sick Jughead/Comforting Betty (featuring cute assistant toddler Jordan Jones) (another grateful nod to an anon)

Betty’s pregnancy with Emma Jones (thank you @bugheadsfangirl for suggesting this on Ao3!!!)

Other prompts:

Bughead secret relationship (arigatou @buggheadie)

I’m accepting prompts for:

Anything Bughead related that I’ve previously written, or have hinted at. Jones-Cooper-Smith Family fics, whether that be for my post season 4 AUs or something from the canon series. Also Falice, Choni, Varchie, Kangs, Teggie or friendships with Kevin/Betty and Archie/Jughead. I like Tabitha, Polly, Jellybean and Sweet Pea a lot too, so I’m open to fics about those characters.

I’m an absolute SIMP for family fics so by all means, I’m open to baby/kid fics.

Prompts that I’m graciously refusing:

Barchie as a romantic duo. Hard pass. Jabitha (unless it’s wholesome friendship Jabitha). Cheryl as a witch in the regular canon series (idk maybe I’ll consider a magical fic with the Blossoms and Sabrina but it’d need to be a pretty intriguing prompt haha). Hardcore smut (I could do some low-level stuff but nothing in my brain will make me unironically type ‘cock’ or ‘clit’. Sorry lads its just not for me, but yes I’ve probably read yours 😂).

Art/gifs made by others:

I don’t mind if you want to do that, I’d be excited to see it! My creativity is limited to writing so go wild LOL just tag me please so I can see it :D

[stonerbughead]

Riverdale Fall Promptathon: stonerbughead

I’m participating in the fall @riverdalepromptathon! Check out this post to learn more about what’s going on and how you can participate, too.

Fics I’m accepting prompts for:

do you like or like like me?

a merry little retail christmas

if it feels like a home

Exhale

christmas eve will find me (where the love light gleams)

west coast winter

RAs on duty

same way that my whole world's in your eyes

Please don’t send me prompts that include:

angst, not really in the mood to write it

obviously no cheating or other love interests but maybe that goes without saying

Opening up to others: I am open to anyone making art/edits about any/all of my fics, but not writing.

Send a prompt here!

[satelliteinasupernova]

Day #6 @riverdalepromptathon art post is from @kesleyjo‘s Medieval epic For the Crown. A very different historical setting than I’ve drawn before!

[edgarsabandonedrocketship]

For the @riverdalepromptathon — Dark!Bughead art inspired by @sweetsoundsofignorance​‘s Kill Your Darlings. 

It’s loosely based on a scene in a bathroom. Mirror shards aren’t my strong suit so I ended up substituting a knife instead. 

Also, the source of the blood isn’t shown, so it’s probably more like some imagined or missing scene where they’re cleaning up evidence as foreplay or something.