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Bughead One Shots

Bughead One Shots

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Aug 1, 2018
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Fanfic
Riverdale
Just a bunch of random scenarios that come up in my mind. Hope you like them!
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This is a Barchie story will include fictional scenarios after the events that occurred in 5x08. I know the ending of this episode was so disappointing so I am here to try to mend broken hearts like mine. Here is the Barchie storyline that we all deserve. We've patiently waited for far too long and since the writers can't give us the content we barchies deserve, I'll try my best to give it to you all. (book written March 2021-Nov 2021) (p.s: I wrote this story right after the premiere of the 8th episode, so this story is very different from the second half of the season, since at the time I was developing this story, Riverdale was on a three month hiatus and season five did not end until October). •••••••• "Betty. I'm gonna ask you something but I don't want to make you uncomfortable" Archie told me and I nodded hesitantly. "Are your nightmares connected to the Trash Bag Killer?" He asked as I stared at him dumbfounded by his question. I did not expect this at all. "Wh-what?" I stuttered staring at him in shock. "Betty. I may not be an FBI agent but I know what PTSD looks like" He pointed and I unconsciously fisted my hands. "don't do that" He begged in a whisper while reaching for my hands to keep me from digging my nails into my skin. He scanned my hands in concerned and ran his fingertips through the palms in a gentle manner. •••• Happy readings! ♥️

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