Summary: You and Jughead are arguing about your initiation into the Southside Serpents.
“Absolutely NOT!” he yelled, slamming his fists down onto the kitchen counter. “I will not sit back, and watch you pole dance in a bar full of men!” Jughead yelled.
“Jughead, this is my decision!” you yelled back. “This is my family too, and I am a part of the Serpents too! You’ve always known this, Juggie,” you sighed, trying to talk some reason into your boyfriend.
“Y/N, please. I cannot watch you do this. I cannot watch what is mine, dancing half-naked in front of a BAR FULL of men watching you, looking at you,” he said angrily, “I’ve seen it before. And you don’t want to know what they’ll all be thinking,” he said, shaking his head.
“Juggie, this is a Serpent tradition. I can’t help that. Rules are rules,” you huffed out.
“Fine! Do it.” he yelled, “if this is what you want, then go ahead and fucking do it!” he said, walking out and slamming the door to the trailer behind him.
He had never left, not like this. You had also never had a fight like this. Sure, you bickered every now and then about silly things, but you had never seen Jughead this upset. You knew it was something he had to watch Betty do a while ago, but that was her choice. The Serpents were your blood, as you had been born and raised on the Southside. This was something you had to do.
You got up and decided to start making some food, figuring whenever Jug decided to come back, he would be hungry.
About an hour or so passed, and food was done and at the table. Jughead was no where in sight, and also not replying to your text messages. You sat down to eat, alone, the whole while staring at Jughead’s empty plate across from you.
A while had went by, and you looked down at your picked-over plate, realizing you had been sitting there thinking instead of eating your food. You could feel the tears forming into your eyes, as you began to wonder if he was going to come back at all. You got up and made your way to the living room, not bothering to clean up the kitchen as you laid down on the couch. Feeling the tears running down your cheeks, you grabbed a blanket and shut your eyes, hoping that this wasn’t the end of the best thing that had ever happened to you.
Some time after you had drifted off to sleep, Jughead returned. He walked into the trailer you shared, seeing the food on the table, his empty plate and your still full plate, and immediately felt ashamed. He removed his jacket and beanie, and cleaned up the kitchen.
When he was done and everything was tidy just how you liked, he found your sleeping figure on the couch. Dried mascara from your tears had clung to your cheeks, and covered the throw pillow you had on the couch. He tried to wipe the tears from your face, and then began to gently shake you awake.
“Juggie?” you mumbled, “oh thank goodness you came home,” you said, raising up to wrap your arms around him.
“Of course I came home,” he said kissing you, “you are my home. And I’m sorry, about earlier.” he said, pulling you into his lap. “You were right, this is a tradition, and I can’t take that away from you.”
“Oh Juggie,” you sighed, running your fingers through his beautiful hair. “Thank you for understanding,” you kissed him. “But I do have an idea.”
“And what might that be?” he asked, looking at you with a confused expression.
“Well, I was thinking that we could have Toni let us into the Whyte Worm early, before anyone gets there. She can be the witness for a while, and then leave. And you can have your own, private show, Mr. Jones.” you said, hoping the eagerness didn’t show in your voice, as you were trying to sound sultry.
“My own private show?” he began, looking at you with a smirk. “Well, I think I like that idea,” he finished.
“Really?” you asked, peppering him with kisses as he nodded. “Thank you, Juggie, you’re the best.”
“There’s only one condition though,” he said, placing kisses along your jaw, before moving to your neck.
“What’s that?” you giggled, as he trailed his kisses down your cleavage.
He kissed between your breasts once more, and looked up at you, his eyes turned almost black, “You have to practice for me.”
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