the holy trinity. and no I’m not taking constructive criticism at this time
seen from Israel
seen from Libya
seen from China
seen from United States

seen from Singapore

seen from India
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Yemen
seen from Yemen
seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Netherlands
seen from Norway
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from Israel
the holy trinity. and no I’m not taking constructive criticism at this time
I'm just saying, the Riverdale writers would be LEGENDS AND HEROES if they gave us bugabitha and varchiereggie endgame. Investigative trio + Veronica and her himbos. I am manifesting it.
whatever you like by @andsmile and @monicaposh
king and queen of the upper east side, reggie mantle and veronica lodge have set their eyes on something golden.
or,
the ultimate ot3 fic you knew you needed for the riverdale kink week 2020 (@riverdale-events) - theme 2: the gang’s all here.
(read on ao3)
Veronica and her himbos
i want varchiereggie with pining archie and the line "he's staring at the mess he made".
This went dark? I make no apologies.
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They’re the worst people he knows.
A duet of midnight hair on fallen angels haunting his dreams at night. Dreams of getting tangled up in that hair – fistfuls of it – that leave him sweaty and aching when he wakes, pulsating with his weakness.
He goes along with their ploys, their tricks, if only to be closer to them, to ease that ache of guilt and need a little – only to make it much, much worse whenever he lays his head down on his flat pillow to sleep at night, unfulfilled as his angels dance for him behind closed eyelids.
It’s taken months to slowly get to this point. Where Veronica feels free enough to kiss him on the corner of the mouth when she’s locking up the speakeasy for the night, small fingers gripping into his arm. Where Reggie feels comfortable enough to nudge the side of his head with his forehead, chuckling into Archie’s neck before he slips out the locker room door after practice.
He’s staring at the mess he made. Leaving them here while he was fighting fricken bears and ghosts in the woods, letting them sour and spoil into these people who bend the law and delight in it, one flicker of a match strike away from getting caught with crates of booze hidden in back rooms and bags of crisp bills tucked into his trunk.
He wants to burn with them.
The best people he knows.
me immediately after tonight's episode getting ready to write yet another varchiereggie fic that nobody wants just bc they had five seconds of screentime together
need to do a set i think of all the times reggie is just like “u ok? <3″ @ archie or ronnie because truly truly truly truly the love
I said this in the full post too but I just love how this is staged so it 100% reads as archie is the one reggie’s pining for, not veronica. and that’s correct actually