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Blue and Gold - Jughead X Reader Imagaine

[A/N: Yeah so before I went to sleep last night I did kind of have an idea of where this fic would go if it had another part! It’s a little different to what I originally had planned and has taken a bit more of an angsty tone. Hope you guys like it regardless!]

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‘Listen,’ (Y/N) started quietly, as Jughead took his seat next to her, ‘I know that for some reason – and I don’t care why- but you don’t like me.’

(Y/N) began to fan out sheets of paper, written on with detailed notes, photographs accompanied the papers and Jughead realised they were character profiles. Each piece of paper included the names, birth dates, home addresses and alibis of various students from Riverdale High on the day that Jason Bloom was murdered.

‘How did you get all of this stuff?’ Jughead asked in awe, reaching out and picking up Reggie Mantle’s profile. (Y/N) sighed.

‘I’m a nice person Jughead, I just asked and people were more than willing to tell me – it’s called being a people person.’

‘There’s being a people person and then there’s this.’

‘Yeah well, Betty told you I was useful and she was right. Anyway like I was trying to say-‘

‘Yeah, yeah. I don’t like you. We’ll get over it.’ Jughead continued to absorb himself in the papers. (Y/N) huffed, but rather than press the matter further she began to point out the places in which peoples alibis didn’t quite match up.

Soon both of the kids were absorbed in the tangling web of Jason Bloom’s death.

-

The next couple of weeks continued in the same fashion, (Y/N) would spend the week collecting intel on new students or returning back to those who didn’t quite make sense, and by the end of the week the information she had gathered was delivered to Jughead. Together they had gathered a tonne of evidence and the case for Jason Bloom was really beginning to come together.

(Y/N)’s true project however was not going to plan.

‘Betty it’s not working.’ (Y/N) sighed, sipping on her colossal strawberry milkshake.

‘Maybe he just needs more time?’ Betty tilted her head and smiled sympathetically, her pony tail bounced with the motion.

‘No he’s just getting worse. I mean at least with scathing comments came some form of acknowledgement, now it’s like I don’t even exist.’

‘I thought he was being nice to you at Blue and Gold, though?’

‘Yeah, in that room he’s all smiles and talking but then we sit here and he won’t even look at me.’ (Y/N) chewed on her straw. ‘I really don’t know what’s worse.’

‘Okay, I’ll talk to him, see what the deal is?’ Betty smiled sincerely.

‘No!’ (Y/N) shouted a little too loudly, the other patrons in the diner looked over at the girls before resuming their own activities. ‘No,’ (Y/N) repeated quietly, ‘I don’t want him to know that it bothers me- and if anyone should speak to him, it should be me.’

-

‘Can I ask you something?’ (Y/N) sat in the Blue and Gold room, her legs drawn up onto her chair and her head lightly tucked into her crossed arms.

It had been a quiet week in regards to new information being discovered, people were beginning to become curious about the motive behind (Y/N)’s questions so she had decided to place herself on the backburner for a week. Jughead was mulling over some of the older profiles, scrutinizing them for anything that could have been missed.

‘Yeah, sure.’ He mumbled as his eyes traced over the profile for Ethel Muggins.

‘What is it that makes you hate me?’ (Y/N) exhaled with a breath she didn’t know was being held.

‘You’re irritating.’ Jughead immediately replied in the same monotone voice.

(Y/N) took in a breath, ‘Yeah okay, but what is irritating about me?’

‘Everything.’ He replied again quickly.

(Y/N) began to unfold herself from the chair, she sat up straight and began to pick at loose thread on the sleeve of her blouse.

‘I thought that maybe we were getting somewhere.’

‘Yeah, well-’ Jughead turned his head to look at (Y/N), his next words caught on his tongue as he took in her sullen expression. Immediately his eyes returned to the Muggins profile and a silence descended on the room.

‘You make me feel like I’m not good enough, Jug.’

The boy didn’t respond, his eyes remained fixed on the paper in his hands.

‘Like I’m not good enough to sit at the booth,’ (Y/N)’s voice was quiet, ‘or to be friends with the guys – friends with you. I planned all of this – so you could get to know me but it just made things worse and I just wish you could give me a reason.’

Jughead made no move to acknowledge (Y/N), the silence was punctuated by the slight creak of (Y/N)’s chair as she shifted. A light puff of air left through her nose and she stood to leave.

‘That’s probably all I can get for you now,’ her eyes nodded to the paper work on the table despite the fact that Jughead was not looking at her, ‘people are finally getting suspicious of me asking so many questions.’

(Y/N) reached for the door, before she left she took one final glance at the beanie-clad boy still sat with his back to her.

‘Good luck.’

The door clicked shut.


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