Contos: Bughead, Sprousehart, Outros...

Contos: Bughead, Sprousehart, Outros...

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Contos, mini historias para fãs de Riverdale e outros... Aqui terão mini historias, dos seus casais prediletos. Atualizada toda vez que um numero considerável de pessoas pedirem um tipo de historia, como uma historia do Casal Bughead. Conto atual { Fantasias Secretas} Adaptado para Bughead. Sinopse: Elizabeth "Betty" Cooper queria deixar o frenesi de Los Angeles para trás e abrir uma lojinha na costa de Sonoma, onde poderia trabalhar em seu livro. Porém Jughead Jones, o dono na propriedade não estava nada feliz começa a chegada de uma celebridade. Betty acreditava que ele só precisava ser persuadido... e sabia exatamente o que fazer. Conforme escrevia as cenas sensuais na história, o relacionamento com Jughead esquentava. Mas quando a vida real e ficção se colidem, Betty descobre que realizar suas fantasias poderia colocar em risco tudo o que sempre sonhou.
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Ya'll know the drill. ~preview~ I heard the faintest sound of feet stepping against the wooden dock, but I wasn't afraid. Instead I inhaled a deep breath and leaned back on my hands. The person sat down beside me. Their presence wasn't awkward nor comforting. It was just there. Like I was. I knew who it was. He was often here when I came. We'd gotten used to each other just being there. I found out his name was Jughead Jones and he comes here not for bad dreams-usually-but for issues back home. "Let me guess. You had a dream about being with your crush and woke up sweating to the horrible truth?" He said softly. I found his demeanor oddly soothing. "Actually, I came here for some self-reflection." I replied just as softly as him. He seemed to know what I meant. "Sometimes..." I continued, "I feel so lost its like trying to find stars during the day. One moment everything feels so right and the next its all so utterly wrong I find myself rethinking everything and I just need to be alone."

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