A/N: hope you enjoy this requested fic. If youre sensitive to abuse, emotional and a little bit abusive, then you should maybe not read this. I hope you all are having a great week! Much love!
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"You are impossible!" Y/N yelled, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning on the wall behind her.
"I know, so are you." Jughead retorted, chuckling. "We're both impossible, that's part of the reason we get along so well."
"Its also part of the reason we butt heads so often." Y/N retorted, and Jughead nodded his head, chuckling again.
"Very true." he said. "It makes us fight about the most stupid things." he said, and she agreed. "Like right now-"
"Whether or not my burgers are better than Pops is not a stupid thing to fight about! My burgers are amazing, and I love Pops, but mine are so much better! Hell, I should get a job there and teach him how its done!" she retorted, and Jughead laughed.
"I don't think you'd be teaching him anything." he argued back, and she rolled her eyes.
"You're my boyfriend, you're supposed to agree with me." she complained, and he laughed, shaking his head.
"If we agreed on everything, this whole relationship would be boring and very one sided." he pointed out, and she sighed, nodding her head to the side in agreement. "And as much as I love you and your cooking, your burgers will never come close to how good Pops are, and that's just facts." he said, and she glared at him, trying not to show her resolve melting away.
"Fine, you can just have Pops cook you dinner from now on." she said, and he laughed.
"That's what we do anyways." he pointed out, and it was her turn to laugh.
"Like three times a week, the rest of the days you take your happy ass to my apartment complaining about being hungry and I make you food, like i'm some kind of kitchen slave!" she exclaimed and Jughead walked up to her, taking her head in his hands. He kissed her forehead and smirked.
"I do do that." he admitted, and she smiled up at him, giving him her best 'that's what I thought' face. "And I love you for putting up with me and my constant hunger, and my impossibleness." he said, and she leaned her head into his chest, wrapping her arms around him.
"I love you too, you know, for putting up with my grumbling when I'm cooking for you and for my impossibleness as well." she said, and they both chuckled. "We are relationship goals." she muttered into his chest, and he nodded his head, kissing the top of hers.
"We are." he said as she pulled away, and she pulled out her phone, checking the time.
"Shit, I have to go, I've got a doctors appointment here in an hour and a half and I need to get my stuff ready." she said,
