#varchie drabble

[walkingmusical]

we come back every time

———

in hindsight, the fight was so stupid.

archie was given the opportunity to teach poetry for a semester in london. when he first told veronica, she was immediately supportive. sure, she didn’t like the idea of her husband being gone for so long, but it was a massive opportunity for him.

she was helping with some last minute packing the night before his flight, and saw that he packed some of the fine silverware. he said he’d need it in case he hosted anyone important from the university while he was in london, but she didn’t like the idea of him taking them.

it wasn’t that she thought he wouldn’t look after them, she genuinely thought he would. she just didn’t want to risk losing them in another country.

the fight wasn’t in any way aggressive, but they went to sleep before it could be resolved.

when veronica woke up the next morning, archie was already gone and the silverware he wanted to take was left out on the dining table.

that was when veronica knew she had to make things right.

with a small case containing half of their silverware on her lap, veronica had her driver take her to the airport to get to archie before his flight took off.

when the car finally pulled up, she found herself rushing through the doors to get passed security. it wasn’t easy getting through airport security with the silverware - beyond buying a boarding pass and the regular passport checks, they also checked to see if the knives were rounded before letting her through.

archie was just about to board the plane when veronica finally got to the waiting area.

“archie!” she called out.

the moment archie turned his attention to veronica, she darted towards him. however, the smile he had on his face stopped her in her tracks.

all of a sudden, the image of a bus was speeding through her head. archie was on it, heading off to war. betty was driving a car, and veronica was standing by the front seat, declaring her love to archie. because even though he hurt her, she knew that he loved her. and she hated the idea of ending their relationship with a quarrel.

“ronnie?” archie called out, pulling her away from the image.

veronica darted forward and wrapped her arms around him. somehow more determined to sort everything out from that vision.

“i’m sorry, archiekins. i don’t want to sit on a fight with you for months.” she said, looking up to examine his face. “of course you can take some of the silverware.”

“god, i’m going to miss you while i’m gone.” archie said, with a slight chuckle in his tone.

———

varchie appreciation week, day five - favourite scene.

#varchie #varchie fanfiction #varchieaw2023 #my fanfiction #my drabbles

[varchiefanfiction]

hii, are there family/married varchie drabbles on tumblr?

on tumblr probably not many, but you can find them on ao3! most of them are under the varchie!centric tag.

also, @missanonima has some good family/domestic drabbles in here.

happy reads!

[theeternalblue]

“Babe!” A sweet and giddy voice babbles.

Jughead rolls his eyes at the excitement of his 18-month-old daughter - yes, he was one of the guys who always complained about kids’ age in months but in his new role as a dad, he gets it. There’s a difference between months because babies grow incredibly fast and one day you’re trying to make them stop crying and the next they are crawling and munching on the plug of his laptop’s charger.

But this time, Agatha is not exactly looking at herself in the mirror or having a friend over for that essential (and horrific) experience of playtime - he cannot say it enough but he only stands his child and he will not witness the stupidity of another kid shoving legos up their noses.

Aggie has just spotted Jughead’s childhood best friend, Archie. Of course, he’s accompanied by his wife, Veronica, who looks thrilled to hear the child's voice.

“‘onnie!” Aggie adds with a big smile as Veronica joins her on the floor.

“Hello, darling,” Veronica coos and starts tickling Aggie’s sides making her squirm and laugh.

Meanwhile, Archie is already blushing.

“Jug-“ he attempts as apologetically as possible. Everyone knows this is not his fault. Aggie keeps mimicking Veronica and after one weekend with her godparents, she decided that calling Archie babe was the best thing in the world.

“Babe! Up-up!” Aggie demands, lifting her arms so Archie picks her up.

Jughead snorts a laugh when Archie shakes his head.

“Babe,” Veronica pouts, copying the baby, and Archie rolls his eyes. “Pick her up. You are her favorite.”

“Everyone needs to stop calling me that.” Archie gets on the floor and repeats his name like when they were toddlers trying to spell their names.

“But babe!” Jughead teases and Veronica chuckles. This earns him a glare from everyone’s favorite redhead.

Aggie though decides to soothe Archie’s worries by placing her chubby hands on Archie’s face and shaking her head. “No mad, babe?”

“I can’t win, can I?” Archie’s rhetorical question is met with a bout of laughter from Aggie and those adorable kissing sounds she makes because her mom spends too much time trying to prove a Jones can be lovable and sweet.

Jughead sweeps his hair to the side while sipping his third coffee of the day, watching as Veronica sits next to Archie and they both play cool auntie and uncle, spoiling Aggie to no end.

“Get your own kid,” he has said jokingly before, and even if Archie gets the gleam in his eyes, the couple agreed to wait a bit more. Veronica has never said no, but she hasn’t said yes either. It's a running joke she's taking notes about what not to do after witnessing Aggie growing up.

But it's funny. While Archie's friendly deameanor might seem the obvious choice for a child, Veronica steals the spotlight with her expressive gestures and calm voice – she had the touch when Aggie was a colicky baby.

"We're getting a puppy," Archie says later when they are feeding Aggie – more like making a Jackson Pollock with apple sauce.

"You're not getting a puppy," Jughead replies, glaring at Veronica who chuckles. "You're not."

"We are," Veronica confirms. "It's a cute little fur ball. Sweet, friendly, a bit goofy."

"You have Archie," Jughead quips, while Aggie shakes her arms giggling.

"Ha-ha." Archie leans against Veronica, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a gesture that makes Jughead think they are working on something more. He'll figure it out later.

"You're trying to make my child like you more than me."

"Maybe," Veronica jokes.

"She already does!" Archie exclaims. "Right, Aggie?"

"Babe!" Aggie shouts, delighted when Archie takes the spoon from Jughead's hands and gives it to her. She obviously takes all the food without effort now.

"May I hire you as a babysitter?" Jughead wonders. "I think it's one of the few jobs you haven't added to your list yet."

"You can't afford me, Jug. I'm a kept-man, devoted to my wife. The only job I haven't been fired from."

"Yet."

"Shut up."

Veronica laughs but decides their antics are too much. She takes Aggie to clean up and change, look cute for when mom gets home from work.

"A dog, huh?" Jughead asks as he washes his cup and Aggie's bowl.

Archie smiles. "Baby steps."

So there's a plan. There's always a plan.

#varchie fanfiction #varchie #varchie drabble #idk what this is but here it is #[mine]

[tuesdayschildd]

Six Sentence Sunday

She drew the line at the pompom sneakers, fine with just going barefoot in her old uniform as she tiptoed around the railing to Archie’s room. She wasn’t sure if Jughead was in or out tonight, but she should have taken it into consideration before she left the bathroom - not five seconds after her feet started padding down the hall the door to his room opened next to her and stopped her cold mid stride.

Jughead’s jaw dropped slightly before he found his composure, clearing his throat as he stood up taller trying to keep his eyes from wandering.

She tugged on the hem of the skirt, aware of how her backside had filled out since high school and narrowed her eyes at him frozen in his doorway. “I’ll buy you Pop’s for a week if we never speak of this again.”

He barely hesitated. “Make it two.”

“Deal.”

#varchie drabble #varchie fanfiction #mine #canon drabble!

[andsmile]

in the last rvd tie-in book, the death of a cheerleader, it mentions varchie was planning a trip to fiji for them to go on after senior year’s over (rip trip to fiji), how do you think it would happen if they were still together and could go? 🥺

i think archie would want to go on a budget. 

veronica would hear the word budget and be like “haha you’re adorable”, 

and then they would argue a little because archie is being stubborn about it. “i can’t let you pay for an international trip full of luxury, if we’re going to fiji it’s gonna be in a way i can afford,” and she makes some comment about “does that mean our romantic getaway starts with you flying coach while i’m on first class?” that gets him sad and salty. 

at some point, veronica is just over it in general, and says “okay, you can plan everything, i have things to do.”

archie takes the job of planning their trip seriously and decides they’ll both fly coach. and rent an airbnb. it’s fiji, it can’t go wrong even if it goes wrong, and it will be good for veronica to experience something different. they’re going to college soon! there’s a big world out there and she can’t think it’s all going to be rainbows and butterflies!

he buys the chepeast flight ticket he finds -- even if it has about three transfers (charlotte to los angeles to new zealand to fiji) and they’ll take 37 hours to get there, but you only live once -- and rents an airbnb that looks good on paper. then, he makes a whole itinerary with boat rides, snorkeling, diving, all kinds of adventures.

when the day of the trip comes, she has three louis vuitton suitcases and he has this big backpack. he says he didn’t really get checked-in luggage and she tells him not to worry about it. she has to pay extra for her luggage to be checked in but doesn’t complain about it. she’s strikingly calm.

archie hasn’t paid to reserve their seats either -- he didn’t even know they had to pay extra if they wanted to get seats together -- so that’s how he ends up on a window seat in row 42 and veronica on an aisle seat a few rows ahead. he gets sad that they’ll have to fly separately. maybe a kind soul will switch places? it’s just one of the planes they’re gonna catch anyway, it’s fine. 

she gives him a kiss and says “see you in LA.” it is very weird that she’s being so cool and collected about this. it freaks him out a little.

it’s a -- big -- man and his wife who sit close to him. a couple, damn it. archie thinks the woman is going to sit on the middle seat but she ends up on the aisle and the man, who doesn’t look very friendly, elbows archie closer to the window. a few minutes later, the unmistakable sound of veronica lodge’s giggling piques his attention. he glances over the seats to see the flight attendant -- some tall, good looking dude -- talk to her about something. “oh, thank you so much!” she says because, apparently, the flight attendant gave her an extra blanket. 

and an extra smile.

well. at least she won’t be cold.

about one hour into the flight -- three to go -- the kid in front of him reclines the seat, leaving archie with even less space to move. there’s also the issue of archie’s legs that start to cramp. he didn’t think it would be so uncomfortable for a tall guy. honestly, it’s kind of an absurd, the tickets weren’t even that cheap. the man besides him keeps dozing on and off and his wife apologizes when there’s some snoring.

when the man does wake up with a shake of the plane, archie asks if he can go to the restroom. the couple takes a little bit to readjust and get up, giving him some space. he walks past veronica’s seat. she looks comfortable with her blankets over her legs. her tray table is opened and it seems like she’s set her own personal spa salon over it while she does coats of nail polish, looking content.

“hey babe, you okay?”

“i’m great. you?”

archie’s legs are sore and he feels claustrophobic, thirsty and hungry, but he says he’s okay too. he leans down to give her a quick kiss before an old lady asks him for passage, making him move. this is so cramped, what the fuck. he envies all the space veronica has because her legs are so tinier next to his. but he’s great. this is fine.

“sir, i’m gonna have to ask you to return to your seat?” the good-looking flight attendant shows up out of thin air. archie narrows his eyes. “you’re disrupting the passage.”

back to his seat -- he swears that its even smaller now -- archie starts daydreaming about sitting together with ronnie and drinking champagne, talking about everything they were going to do when they got to the island. it was their first actual trip together. as adults. he wonders if he was a little... bitchy for not accepting her help.

the kid in front of him definitely farts. archie covers his nose with his hand and looks down at his wrist watch. how come there’s still two and a half hours only on this flight?

when they finally, finally, hallelujah, land on LAX, he meets veronica outside. she looks better than him for sure, more rested, her nails painted and her hair up on a bun and her sunglasses on. archie is starving, sore, over it, and they still have 3948493 hours ahead of them.

“i am sorry,” he holds her by the waist.

“and why is that?”

“because i ruined our trip by trying to go on a budget.”

“oh, archiekins.” she tip toes to kiss him. it makes him feel a little better. “on a budget, without a budget, what matters to me is that we are going to have our summer together, just the two of us, in a magical place. i would walk with you to fiji,” she says. “swim. whatever.”

his heart melts a little. he is completely in love with this girl. “still... flying coach really sucks and we still have, i don’t know, thirty hours to go.”

veronica smiles, her hands wrapped around his neck. “is this a good time to say that i could upgrade us for the next flight?”

“isn’t that too late?”

“it’s never too late for a lodge, lover boy.”

#varchie fanfiction #varchie drabble #or is it #varchie oneshot #i don't remember my tags lol #this probably isn't what you wanted milly #cause i know you wanted their vacation teas but #i had the most fun writing this lol #love you!

[just-another-ficwriter]

Heartbreak and Redemption

Pairing: Veronica x Archie (with mentions of Archie x Betty, Betty x Jughead)

Words: 500ish

Warnings: Cheating

Summary: Five years ago Veronica fled town with a broken heart and the intentions of never coming back. So why after all this time does she finally feel the need to return home?

Notes: My take on what would happen after the truth about the Barchie kiss comes out, in drabble form. Filling the Andrews Construction square for my @riverdalebingo card.

She remembers a time she swore she’d never step foot in Riverdale again.

Tear stained cheeks, blotchy red eyes, a heart shattered into unfixable pieces.

She’d not only lost her boyfriend and her best friend that day, but also a part of herself.

A part she’d come all the way back five years later just to find.

She’d almost turned back at the sign, it would have been so easy. But she was Veronica Lodge, and she would not let this destroy her. So she drove on.

The first few months had been the hardest. She’d never felt so alone.

Part of her had always been prepared for the blow Betty and Archie had dealt. No matter how many times he’d told her to trust him and how much she wanted to believe it there was part of her that knew it would happen.

Betty and Archie were endgame, or so people had always told her, and she was just a stepping stone.

But she hadn’t thought about exactly how much she’d lose in the fall out. She couldn’t stand to be in a house where all she saw was Archie, her buisnesses held too many memories of late night laughter and shared fries, all her friends had been their friends first; Cheryl, Reggie, Kevin.

She couldn’t even look at Jughead without seeing her own pain staring back.

No.

She had to make a clean break.

It got easier with time. Her Mother helped her find an apartment that wasn’t tainted with the ghost of her former lover, her new college friends had no idea who Betty Cooper was and she did what Veronica Lodge does best.

She reinvented herself.

But she knew she’d find her way back eventually, no matter how many times she’d told herself she wouldn’t. It was inevitable.

With hands clenched around the stirring wheel and a shaky foot on the peddle, she knows where she has to go first.

She’d wondered what his face would be like when he sees her for the first time since she’d left him crying in his room, surprised maybe? Overcome with a wave of guilt all over again?

She didn’t care. All she knew was she wanted it to be on her terms, her decision. She didn’t want to be caught off guard by him walking into Pops and finding her in a booth. She wants to see his reaction, stare him right in the eyes, when she storms into his office, fresh out of college with her degree while he’s stuck in a job he never even wanted.

She pulls into the parking lot of Andrews Construction, gravel crunching under the wheels and cuts the engine.

She’s about to tell him all the things she wished she had 5 years ago and maybe, maybe, finally get some closure.

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[lilibug--xx]

Congrats on 2k, babe! I’d like varchie + #3 because I have been (mostly 😈) nice this year 😘

(Thanks Katie! ❤)

"So are you going to stand there all night or are you going to buy me a drink?" 

Veronica turns her head just so, hip still cocked to the bar as she takes in not a customer but a dancer—the dancer—standing to her left. 

He's sweaty, hair pushed back on his forehead and his abs are nearly rippling as if he's still catching his breath. He's wearing very little after his performance on stage, just some very small gold shorts and a red and gold patterned tie hanging loose around his neck. He lost the Hogwarts robes and most of the rest of his costume early on. Had tossed away the faux glasses into the audience where a fight nearly broke out over them.

She quirks a brow. "I thought I was supposed to be buying a lap dance?" 

"Buy me a drink and you can get the lap dance for free." He winks at her, and his smile is entirely too genuine and sweet and she wants to lick the sweat dripping down his temple—

"I don't even know your name," she blurts, tequila making her tongue loose and her wit nonexistent. "But you certainly look like a Weasley." 

"Maybe a long lost brother? It must be the hair, right?" He rolls his eyes up, pinching a strand of red between his fingers. 

She's had nearly every flavor of boy but ginger. 

"I'm Archie." 

"Veronica," she replies, taking his offered hand. 

"A pleasure to meet you," he says lowly and it's a wonder that she can even hear him over the beat of the music and chatter all around them in the club. 

"No," she lets her gaze sweep him from head to toe once more, "—the pleasure is all mine." 

Something in his eyes sharpen, widens just a bit, and he pulls her forward with a hand still grasping her wrist. Her fingers brush the length of his side as she nearly stumbles in her heels. She has to crane her neck to look up at him, but doesn't hate the way she has to arch her back to do so. 

The heat of him so close is nearly overwhelming and she wonders if perhaps she shouldn't have drank with Toni and Betty before coming out tonight. She tries to reason with herself that her cheeks wouldn't be so warm otherwise. 

"So now that we're acquainted," Archie drawls, tongue flicking over his lower lip, "—how about that drink?" 

Veronica turns back to the bar just enough to tap a manicured nail against the lacquered surface. "Two more, please."

#varchie #varchie drabble #lilibugcelebrates2k #archie x veronica

[forasecondtherewedwon]

okay varchie with either 19, 46, or 50 also i loved the two fics you’ve wrote for them ♥️

You’re so sweet, thank you!! I went with 19 and it was a really fun one to write. I love working with this pairing!

19. “I could kill you right now.”

Practice had been awesome. The Bulldogs were starting to operate like a teamagain for the first time since they’d absorbed a few Serpents into their ranks.Today’s plays had been sharper, the tackles less sloppy, and the morale high asthe boys’ enthusiasm for the sport rose above mere discipline―likebubbles in a shaken Coke.

The untameable adrenaline had fueled Archie’s jog home―backpack slamminghard against his sweaty t-shirt with every footfall―and urged him to vault thefence’s gate and land in the backyard. He bounded through the back door andinto the kitchen, catching the knob before the door could slam.

His dad looked up from the island, where the draft of a contract for a newproject lay. Just another thing Archie’s mom had been helping Fred out with,apparently exchanging calls and emails almost daily. Archie was relieved tohave his parents getting along; it took a huge stress out of his waking hours.Plus, he knew his dad really needed the support. With the mayoral turnover,Andrews Construction was in a race against time to close on development dealsbefore the Lodges (minus Veronica) got their corrupt fingers on them.

“Hey, kid, you look happy,” Fred remarked, shuffling the papers into animperfect pile.

Archie grinned, slinging his backpack onto the nearest chair. He opened hismouth to reply, but the shrill scream that rang from another part of the house would’ve made his words incomprehensibleeven if he’d gotten them out. His head swung towards the noise, then back tohis dad.

Fred’s eyebrows rose.

“Laundry day… apparently.”

“Seriously, dad? You’re making her do the laundry?” Archie reached down toscratch Vegas’s ears. The noise had woken the dog from his spot under thetable, though his surprise was quickly soothed by Archie’s presence.

Fred raised his hands like the whole thing was beyond his control.

“She insisted. Can you imagine? Your girlfriend being so adamant aboutsomething?” The joke drew a smirk from the corner of his dad’s mouth and Archielaughed.

“Guess I better go see.”

“I’m just going to take the dog for a walk. A long walk,” Fred amended, whistling to bring Vegas to his feet.“You two can sort things out.”

It didn’t take long to find the source of the shriek; there was shufflingand banging coming from the laundry room. Archie grabbed the door frame and twistedaround the corner.

“Ronnie, what’s―”

“I could kill you right now,” Veronica said, spinning on the balls of herfeet where she was crouched in front of the washing machine, dragging soggyclothes from its cavernous mouth.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Archie stepped into the small room with his girlfriend and she sprung to herfeet.

“See for yourself!” Veronica pointed sharply down at the limp pile in thelaundry basket.

“Ooh. Uh oh.”

At first, he’d thought it was a wash of all blue clothes, then Archie rememberedhe didn’t have that many blue clothes―especially not the bright blue thatseemed to be coating these items in an uneven splatter.

“Yes, ‘uh oh,’” she mocked severely. The way Veronica crossed her arms wasas threatening as if she’d just pulled a knife.

“I swear…” Archie began, losing his train of thought as he caught sight ofthe righteous fire in her eyes. “… I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh, I figured that much. Throwing a cerulean pair of gym shorts into awashing machine full of whites does demonstrate a rather obvious lack ofintention.”

“I couldn’t sleep last night, so I went for a run. I just tossed the shortsin the washer, Ronnie, I swear I had no idea―”

“―that some people go to the trouble of organizing and preparing theirlaundry the night before? Well, guess what, Varsity Blues!” she snapped. Heprobably shouldn’t laugh. Definitely shouldn’t laugh. Archie clamped his lipstightly together. “I’m a laundry novice and I’m just trying to keep on top ofit while I figure this whole new living situation out! Believe it or not, I don’twant to be here doing my laundry! It just happens to be a perk of beingdisinherited by your father that you are also no longer welcome under his roof!”

Archie heaved an exaggerated sigh, trying to subliminally encourage hisgirlfriend to pause and take a deep breath.

��And now all my whites smell like eaude bro!”

He watched her face, her panting mouth.

“You done?”

“NO!” Veronica glanced around the little room and dropped her arms to hersides. “Yes,” she admitted more calmly.

Archie put his arms out to her.

“Come here.”

Her eyes swept over him.

“Absolutely not. You’re covered in grass stains and you smell like athousand push-ups. Actually,” Veronica wryly pointed out, “now would be a greattime for you to do your laundry.”

“If only I could be trusted to separate my whites from my colours,” Archiecracked, giving her a grin and starting to back out of the room.

“Oh no you don’t, Archiekins,” she argued, beckoning him back in with acrooked finger. “I’ll tell you what to do.”

Archie rolled his eyes.

“I’ve been doing laundry for years, Ronnie. One slipup doesn’t put me backto square one.”

“Why don’t we let the person who’s just had half their nude underwear dyedblue make that decision?”

“Fine. But, Ronnie, the laundry’s done. What am I supposed to sort?”

Her gaze traveled over him and back to his face. She kicked two laundrybaskets in his direction.

“You tell me,” Veronica teased, and motioned for him to lift his shirt.

Archie laughed to himself and peeled it off. He did actually feel betterwithout it. Minus the wind from his run to whip the scent away, the thing wasstarting to smell pretty foul. Veronica pointed to a basket and he let theshirt fall. She gave him a coy tilt of her head, so he dropped his shorts. Shepointed, he sorted. Clammy socks? Point, sort. Archie was left standing in hisboxers.

“We done?”

“What do you think?”

Drop. Point. Sort.

Veronica drew her lower lip into her mouth, making Archie’s cooling faceredden again.

“How long?” she asked, unbuttoning her blouse.

“I thought I smelled like a thousand push-ups,” he reminded her, leaninghis naked body casually against the door frame. Her eyes narrowed at him. She was right, whowas he trying to fool with this game of hard to get? “He’s on his ‘long walk’route, which means we maybe have… twelve minutes.”

“Make them count,” Veronica suggested, hopping up onto the edge of thewashing machine and giving her dark hair a challenging toss.

#my writing #drabble #riverdale drabble #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #varchie #varchie fanfiction #varchie drabble #veronica lodge #archie andrews #fred andrews

[davidboreanaz]

where life begins (and love never ends)

sound asleep

“archie walks in to the sight of his wife and daughter asleep together”

read here

#varchie fanfiction #varchie #riverdale #izzie’s writing #endgame #lil drabble

[walkingmusical]

this love came back to me

1975. she did it. she really went a did it.

veronica lodge won best director at the oscars, and archie couldn’t be more proud of her as she went up on stage to accept the golden statue.

it was especially emotional when he remembered that it was for the seven year flame; a screenplay that his old pal, jughead, wrote. and when he thought about how much the romance in this movie resonated with his own love for his wife, there was no way he could hold back the waterworks.

and there were more tears to come.

jughead ended up pulling both of them aside and telling them that they led another life in another timeline. and that they were sent back to the 50s after a comet hit riverdale. that the screenplay he wrote only told a small part of their love story.

in that moment, archie remembered everything. and when he looked over to veronica, he could see that she also remembered.

only emotions could trigger their old memories. being around people from their past life. and the only way to remember absolutely everything, was to have a strong emotional connection with someone from their past life when they were told.

there was a glitch when they were sent back, and jughead never truly forgot about the old timeline. his memories returned gradually over the years. cheryl and toni got their memories back not long after high school, and that was when jughead figured out what it took for everyone else to remember.

archie and veronica’s happy marriage gave them the capacity to remember everything. there wasn’t much hope for everyone else. archie found that a little sad.

when the two of them got home, they sat down in the living room to talk. the first thing that dawned on veronica was that they hurt each other in the other timeline, but archie knew exactly what to say.

“i believe that you also said in that timeline that you only cared about the present.” archie said, reaching out for her hand.

veronica smiled, and allowed their fingers to intertwine.

“and there was more good in our relationship than bad.” he added. “as far as i’m concerned, i learned today that i’ve loved you for much longer than i thought i did.”

when veronica moved over to rest her head on his shoulder, he knew her mind was at ease.

“i think i’ve loved you since 2017.” veronica said, with a light chortle in her tone. it was all so absurd and sweet.

“i’ve definitely loved you since 2017.” archie responded, wrapping his arm around her back.

———

varchie appreciation week, day 7 - free day

#varchie #varchie fanfiction #varchieaw2023 #my fanfiction #my drabbles

[monicaposh]

Bughead & Friends Drabble Challenge:

day one, something sweet ♥️

Archie’s head may be as big as Veronica Lodge is wide, but snuggling against her rising chest makes him certain there isn’t anything more comforting than being wrapped up in her arms like this. The smell of her, the steadiness of her breathing- it all brings him to the calmest of places, somewhere he regularly seeks solace.

Veronica tips his head up with warm eyes and a gentle touch, one that always makes him feel so cherished. Fluttering her fingertips over his skin, she places butterfly soft kisses along his jaw and makes him feel like everything will be ok.

#varchie fanfiction #bughead drabble challenge #drabbles

[theeternalblue]

(If you haven't watched Riverdale's 5x17 then stop reading!

If you have, then this is set at the end of the ep between the scene with Hiram and the bathtub moment, just because I needed to fill that gap

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The pungent smell of disinfectant has always been unwelcoming for her. Hospitals have never meant good memories for her.

Her heels make a sharp sound against the linoleum floor but her skirt doesn’t allow her to walk fast enough – she should’ve picked something different or maybe she should’ve let her father tied up for longer instead of gloating on her victory. But if she’s being true to herself, she knows the moment she sets eyes on Archie she won’t give much thought to anything else.

The moment she steps into the room, seeing Archie sitting on that bed still dirty and disheveled from his near-death experience, her heart races but she can finally breathe.

“Archie!” she rushes to him, to wrap her arms around his neck and hear near her ear the soft spoken Ronnie that leaves his lips. “Are you okay?” She cradles his face in her hands, while he holds her wrists. “What did the doctor say? Are you injured? I was so scared–”

But as she rambles, Archie smiles. His eyes dance across her face, as if he were memorizing her features again. He pecks her lips gently. “I’m fine.”

Only then she notices Frank standing in the corner. He says the doctor said Archie was impressively fine for someone who had nearly been buried alive, shaken up as expected, but physically fine. He still needed to be careful for at least a couple of days.

“I’m allowed to go home, so–”

“No,” Veronica interrupts him. “I’m not letting you out of my sight for the next few days. You’re coming to the Pembrooke with me.”

“Ronnie, I can’t. Eric is in bad shape and the guys need help.” He rebutts, and even if it’s a good attempt, she shakes her head.

“Exactly! You have to rest, and I know you won’t if I let you go back home.”

Frank chuckles as he slowly moves towards the door. “She’s absolutely right, so I’ll leave you in Veronica’s hands. I’m sure you’ll listen to her more than you’ll listen to me.”

Archie opens his mouth but decides that it’s fruitless. He sighs and nods before his uncle leaves.

When it’s just the two of them, Archie takes her hand again. He noticed the bandage before but with the commotion of his accident, he hadn’t asked. “What happened?” He gently holds her left hand, smoothing the fabric.

Veronica’s mouth curves in a soft smile. “Manual labor. My poor attempt to save my lover.” She sits next to him in the bed. “As you can see, this type of thing isn't my turf. But you’re safe, and that's all that matters. Nothing will get in our way. Not Chad or my father. Or a stupid mountain trying to keep me away from you.” She reaches for his hair, pushing it back. Her nails rake soothingly against his scalp. “I won’t let them.”

He smirks, relaxed by the certainty that they will be together. “Now you’re a free woman.”

“In more than one way.” At the frown of curiosity on his face, Veronica sighs. There will never be a good time to share this news with him, so she might as well let it out now. “Chad broke into the Pembrooke and tried to attack me.”

“What?” Archie’s peaceful expression turns into fury as soon as her words reach her ears. He even attempts to get up but Veronica places a hand to his chest.

“No need for chivalrous gestures, Archiekins. I took matters into my own hands.” She pauses because it surprises her how empty it feels now that space in her heart she had reserved for a husband she once cared about. Now all those memories taste bitter, and the regrets seem nonexistent. “He’s dead. Self-defense, so I’ll be fine. My lawyers will deal with that.”

Taking her injured hand in his, Archie frowns. He hesitates and she would too because, what do you say to someone who has just killed her ex-husband?

“How are you feeling?” Archie utters carefully, tiptoeing his way around the subject. He never had any kind of fondness for Chad so it must take a tremendous amount of self-control not to congratulate her – but she knows better than that. Archie would never enjoy this outcome.

“Surprisingly relieved. It was never in my plans for this to happen but he made all the wrong choices.” Veronica lets herself be hugged by Archie, just needing the comfort – the real warmth of someone who cares about her and will always be in her corner. “So, after this terribly long day, what do you say about a hot bath to wash this all away? You and me, as it should be.”

His boyish smile, bright even on the hardest of days, makes her heart soar.

“Sounds incredible, Ronnie.”

“Good, then let’s get going, handsome.”

Veronica stands up, but as she steps away, Archie tugs gently on her uninjured hand to bring her back so she stands between his legs. His hand reaches up to angle her face, and kisses her. It’s gentle at first and it deepens for a few seconds – it feels like taking a deep breath after being underwater for too long.

He presses his forehead to his and whispers, “I love you, Ronnie.”

How silly of her to still feel butterflies in her chest when he says those words? “I love you, too, Archiekins.”

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[kurokoros]

Hmmm Varchie. Accidentally sent nude photo. Go!

Archie’s already scrambling for Veronica’s contact before the picture is finished going through. “I’m so sorry,” he blurts as soon as she answers--immediately, like she knows exactly why he he’s calling, and he flushes, trying not to think about the nude photo he accidentally sent her--and everything comes out in a rush, “that wasn’t for you.”

The obvious lie makes him grimace, and Veronica sounds like she’s trying not to laugh as she asks, “Who was it for, Archiekins?”

He blanks. “... Jughead.”

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[tuesdayschildd]

bughead & friends drabble challenge

day 4/prompt 23: detention

varchie

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“Can you stop tapping?”

Veronica rolls her eyes at Reggie’s request, switching her crossed legs so her heel doesn’t strike the desk leg while fidgeting. Normally, she’d expel some biting retort, but Mr. Swizzle has already given them all an extra weekend of detention since this session began forty minutes ago after Cheryl and Chuck started at each other's throats. Veronica will not be accused of adding any more fuel to that fire.

“Psst.”

She ignores that too, eyeing her cuticles, equal parts bored and annoyed.

“Psst.”

She finally turns around, arching a well manicured eyebrow at Archie, the egotistical and single-track-minded football captain sitting behind her. It’s all his fault the entire football team and cheerleading squad are stuck here on a Saturday morning. Him and his misogynistic friends who persuaded her girls to partake in their after-school-activity. 

He’s leaning over his desk towards her, tugging on his letterman jacket before running a hand through his messy auburn hair, eyes darting around to ensure nobody is eavesdropping.

“I..uh.” His cheeks redden a bit, and despite the fact that he's a complete jerk, she has to admit how much more handsome he looks with a blush. “I’m sorry I got us all in trouble, Ronnie.”

It is his transgression they all got caught in their skivvies in the school pool. What idiot would think using a bullhorn wouldn't alert the janitor to their presence? Amateur. 

“I’m sure.” She frowns, turning back around to examine her nails again and resisting the urge to pick at a small chip in her polish.

“Can I make it up to you?” He whispers.

“And how pray tell do you think you can manage that?” She mumbles out of the side of her mouth as she watches Mr. Swizzle yawn at the front of the room. Two more hours of this nonsense to go as long as Cheryl doesn’t shed anyone’s blood. 

“Let me take you out next Friday, after the game.” 

Umm...what?

Archie Andrews asking her out? They’ve fought like cats and dogs since the fifth grade, ever since he dumped his chocolate pudding on her at lunch and told her she was too short to have a soul. This is undoubtedly another one of his lame attempts at a joke.

“Oh please. Now is not the time to joke with me.” She doesn’t turn around, whispering back over her shoulder. “Not when I’m contemplating how many different body parts I can string you up the flagpole by.”

She feels a soft tug on the end of her hair.

“I’m serious. Come on. Just dinner.” 

She finally turns after watching Mr. Swizzle’s head fall back in a snore.

Archie’s blush has gotten ten times worse. Instead of wearing a cocky smile, he looks earnest and nervous, the color blotchy down the lines of his strong jaw and neck. She follows it to the hem of his t-shirt before her gaze darts back to his face, ashamed to realize she's checking him out. 

His amber eyes lock onto hers, short circuiting her brain as it misfires left and right in confusion. A strange tumbling feeling rolls over in her stomach.

“You're serious.” She’s completely dumbfounded.

“One hundred percent. I like you, Ronnie.” His hand apprehensively runs through his hair again, his face nearly as brilliant as the locks brushed back from his forehead. 

Her fingertips start to tingle as she watches the tendrils fall back into his face. She clenches her fist together to stop them from doing something stupid. Don’t be stupid.

“I’m sorry I’m such a jerk sometimes, but I don’t really know how to act around you.”

She blinks, trying and failing to stop the nonsensical answer that’s about to spew forth out of her mouth. 

“Okay.”

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[andsmile]

drabble challenge

day one: something sweet

"close your eyes, handsome," veronica instructs. she has that glint in her big doll eyes, the one that she teases him with from time to time, looking excited.

he stands there in the hallway, teased, and glances around looking for clues. "er. what for?"

"c'mon, archiekins, trust me." she giggles. it's a sound that always get him doing whatever she wants.

he closes his eyes. a second later, he feels her pliant lips on his, but her lipstick tastes different. it tastes like something really sweet. archie hums against her mouth, pleased, and captures her lower lip between his, slowly savoring the new flavor.

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[shymeg]

Credit for the banner and  prompts go to @hellodinoflower​ thanks also for the challenge @bugheaddrabblechallenge​

I used all three prompts Ask me nicely, naked for innocent reasons, and detention 

*It all started out innocently* 

It was 3:15 and all the unusual suspects where in detention Mr. Honey starred at the list of names, Cheryl blossom, Toni Topaz, SweetPea, Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, and Veronica Lodge.  He was not impressed.  He told them all to do school work and not speak to each other. “Ask me, Nicely,” Cheryl said to Mr. Honey. Mr. Honey glared at Cheryl, “There will be no talking”  After he said that, he exited the room to go talk to another colleague.  

Veronica got up from her chair to stand behind the teacher’s desk.   “Archie, why are you in detention?” she asked “For punching Reggie.” “Why did you punch Reggie?” Archie looks at Jughead, “Why did I punch Reggie Jughead?” Jughead stands up, almost knocking his chair over,  "He stole my clothes!“ "It was after gym class, and he and his coons thought it would be hysterical to steal my clothes.” “I only had my towel, thanks to the coach leaving his office locked I couldn’t get extra clothes.” “My cell phone was in my pants.” “So, me and my towel exited out the boys’ locker room. ” Veronica rolled her eyes, “So, you got detention for being naked, innocently?” Jughead smirked, “Well yes and no.” “I was innocent until a certain blonde showed up right Betts?” Betty’s face was beet red, “He was in a towel, dripping wet!” “I didn’t want anyone else to see my man!” “Plus, seeing water dripping off him, I just needed a make-out session. It wasn’t my fault. It was right in front of the Boys locker room.” Veronica smiled, “You go, girl!!!” Archie sat back in his chair, “So Ronnie, why are you in here?” “I told Cheryl where to shove her pom-poms.” Jughead laughed and almost fell out of his chair, “Well, I guess we know why Cheryl is in here.” “Oh shut it, you hobo.” “Cheryl, I told you to stop being mean to Jughead!” Toni scolded “I’m sorry, TT old habits die hard.” “Why are you here TT?” Toni rolled her eyes. Sarcastically, “Saving SweetPea.” “I just wanted to blow up the school” “I tried to take all the blame, but apparently, Toni had a lighter, so she’s in here with me.” Veronica looked at Jughead; she looked at Archie, “Where is Reggie?” Mr. Honey chose that moment to walk in, “He’s at the nurses office.” “I’m in here now, so from this point forward, the no talking rule will be followed.” They all started doing homework Betty and Jug making subtle glances anticipating what will happen when they go home.  They had unfinished business to attend too.

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