After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.
Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?
“Why’s everyone staring at us?” Sam asked as the four of you walked through the town of Riverdale.
You looked around and saw that people indeed were staring at you guys. You looked down at your outfit of a black tank top, plaid jacket, and jeans which were ripped a bit at the knees.
“They’re staring at us? We should be staring at them. They look like a modern version of the fifties.” he said.
“Dean.” Castiel chastised.
“What?” Dean asked. “They do.”
You smiled and shook your head, continuing your walk.
“Hey,” Sam said stopping.
The rest of you stopped, turning to him as he nodded to something behind of you. You faced forward again, seeing a small diner with sign above it.
““Pop’s,”” he said. “Guess that’s where we’re eating.”
“I’ve had worse.” you said as the four of you walked the short distance to the diner in silence.
“Alright,” Dean said as everyone stopped outside the diner.
“Sam, Cas, and I’ll go to that gas station next door and ask anyone if there’s a motel close by. Y/N, you go in the diner and find us a booth.”
“Yeah, sure,” you said. “See you in a few.”
The boys went in the opposite direction as you walked up the stairs to Pop’s. The bell jingled as you opened the front door and you breathed in the familiar scent of a diner. You walked over the counter to where a man was cleaning the tabletop off.
“Can I help you?” he asked, looking up.
You looked up at the man across the counter, presumably Pop.
“Uh, yeah, can I have four waters to start, please?”
“Thanks.” you muttered as Pop got started on your order. You took a seat in a booth closest to the door, unaware of the four people across the diner who had been watching you the entire time.
“Well, I for one am excited for the game,” Veronica began. “Because…”
As the Lodge girl trailed off, Jughead, Archie, and Betty looked at her.
“Ronnie?” Archie asked.
“Who’s she?” Veronica asked, ignoring the ginger’s question.
The three of them followed her gaze to the girl ordering something from Pop Tate at the counter.
Jughead was taken aback by you. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something about you that just struck him. As you sat down in your booth, Jughead’s mind raced.
Was it the way you dressed? Or maybe—
“I’ve never seen her before,” Betty said, snapping Jughead out his thoughts. “But she can’t be new. No one transfers schools in the middle of the school year.”
“Should we invite her to sit with us?” Archie asked as he turned back to Veronica.
“Yeah, sure,” Ronnie said. “She looks— oh hello.”
At Veronica’s purr, everyone turned back to what she was looking at. Sam, Dean, and Castiel all entered Pop’s. The three men caught sight of you in your booth and sat down next to you and across from you. As the four of you began to talk, the teens tried to hear what you were saying but to no avail.
“So there’s a motel about a quarter mile ahead. Called the Moon Motel. Only one in town.” Dean said as he and Castiel sat across from you.
You nodded as Sam sat down next from you.
“Okay,” you said. “I ordered us all waters to start. Didn’t get you food though. Wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for.”
Dean cleared his throat as he picked up a menu and started reading it.
“Pie,” he proclaimed. “Cherry pie.”
Pie. You loved it. But it had made you sick as a dog when you had gotten—
The smile disappeared from your face and you quickly shook your head, removing that thought from your head. You wouldn’t think about that today.
“You okay?” Sam asked, looking at you.
You looked up and realized your brothers and the angel were looking at you.
“Uh, y-yeah,” you stammered, running a hand through your hair. “Just wondering what we’re gonna wear for the next few days. I mean, no offense, Dean, but you smell.”
Sam bit back a smile at your remark while Dean glared at you.
“I can get us some fake credit cards.” Cas cut in.
You rose your eyebrows at him.
“In this place?” you asked.
“I can try.” the angel replied.
You sighed as you sat back in your chair, picking your menu up.
“Alright.” you answered as the four of you entered a comfortable silence.
The teens watched you and the three others curiously.
“Who are they?” Betty asked quietly.
“I don’t know,” she said as she took a sip of her milkshake. “But I like the one that’s sitting next to the one in that trench coat.” she said slyly.
Archie groaned and Jughead’s face twisted up as if he had tasted something sour.
“That’s gross, Ronnie.” Betty said.
Veronica shrugged and the four of them resumed looking at the strangers across the room only to freeze when they saw you were looking straight back at them.
“Why don’t you take a picture?” you snapped loudly. “It’ll last longer.”
The men in your booth turned to look at the Core Four who quickly looked away, not wanting to face their wrath as well.
“Damn.” Jughead muttered.
Guess you didn’t like to play around.
Sam looked back at you after your outburst with an impressed expression on his face.
“I’m just hungry, okay?” you mumbled, looking back down at your menu.
“That’s my girl.” he said.
You gave a small smile before the silence enveloped your booth again. You glanced up again only to see the raven-haired teenager from the booth you had yelled at looking at you curiously. The other teens had their heads down, evidently scarred by your scolding.
But not him.
You debated yelling at him again before deciding you were too hungry to get into a fight at this time. You sighed, eyes going back to your menu.
What even was this place?
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My name is Tyler, and I wanted to start a band, so I picked a name, a logo, and wrote and recorded songs in my basement. I really had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was that music did something to me. What I DID know was that I needed help bringing the songs to life on stage. Then I met Josh, a kid with no plan B. He lived and breathed plan A: music. And I liked that he beat the crap out of his instrument.
Then we played shows, all kinds of shows. It never really was discussed, we just knew we had no choice but to play with as much conviction for 5 people as we would for 5,000. We wanted our shows to be more about others than about ourselves, creating an unpredictable but always beautiful dance with the people in the crowd. Honesty and authenticity works, and, as it turns out, people wanna be a part of that.
9,765. Turns out it doesn’t take a million likes to get the music industry’s attention.
On November 19th, 2011, we played in front of a sold out hometown for 1700 of our most dedicated fans in Columbus, Ohio. A few years of hard work materialized into one night, our fans were the first local fan base to ever sell the place out to that
capacity. I don’t know exactly how it happened, but after that night people from 'the industry’ started asking the question, ‘What’s going on in Ohio?’
The next 3 months were the craziest months of our lives. Out of nowhere, we had a dozen labels interested in our small local band, taking us completely off guard. We had questions: Would we lose creative control? Would we be turned into something
we are not? Can we keep doing what we are doing, the way we were doing it? Are we selling out? Encouraged by the answers to those questions, we signed a record deal called Fueled By Ramen. A record deal!
Tonight, 5 months later, we are back in Columbus to explain the incredible news to the people who deserve to hear it first. But it’s just the beginning. We cannot wait to see what the future holds for us
and our fans. And to them we say: We never got a big break. You created our big break. Thank you.
So if you are pursuing your dreams, pursuing what it is you are passionate about, I hope this story encourages you. And if you know someone who is, encourage them with this: Don’t give up. Push through the droughts. Channel the inevitable disappointments back into your craft. Break molds. Think. Create. But most importantly: Stay alive. And in the meantime, make it about others. That seems to work. Stay strong, live on, and power to the local dreamer.
Tyler Joseph, after being signed by Fueled by Ramen with Josh Dun.
“Don’t give up, push through the droughts. Channel the inevitable disappointments back into your craft. Break molds, think, create. But most importantly, stay alive. And in the meantime, make it about others; that seems to work. Stay strong, live on and power to the local dreamer.”
Request by @myteenwolf-world: Hi Rose :) I love your stories so much and I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is really shy and barely speaks to anyone? Jug is the only one she talks to and the rest of the group are surprised to see them having a conversation and being close. They question Jug about it and they find out he has a crush on her. Thank you in advance <3
A/N: I feel like this was kind of shaky since I haven’t written prompts in a while but I’m getting back in the swing of things! Hope you enjoy. <3
Being the new kid was never easy. Being the shy new kid was never easy. You were the perfect target for bullying from people like Reggie and Chuck who always catcalled you in the hallways and knocked your binders out of your arms. But you never said a word. You didn’t want to cause any trouble.
A few people noticed you. The “Sad Breakfast Club” saw you in the hallways. Sitting alone at lunch. Reading alone. Keeping to yourself. Day after day, almost every member of the group (with the exception being Jughead) attempted to talk to you. They tried to coerce you into at least sitting with them at lunchtime. Each time you quickly shook your head, eyes returning to your book.
Weeks passed and the group was still no closer to getting you to even speak a word.
“I just don’t understand!” Veronica exclaimed as she slammed her lunch tray down on the table. “We’ve tried everything. Does she just not like us?”
Betty shook her head.
“I don’t think that’s what it is, V,” the blonde said. “She’s just really shy. Sometimes you can try everything only to have nothing work.”
“She has a point,” Archie said as he took a bite of his apple. “Maybe we should just stop.”
As the group talked amongst themselves, Jughead watched you from a distance. Unlike the others, he had taken a personal interest in you. The raven-haired teen loved mysteries and you were one he wanted to crack.
Why did you move here? Why did you move here so late in the school year? Why were you so shy?
“I can try,” Jughead interrupted, silencing the entire group. “To talk to her, I mean.”
“Jug, I don’t know…” he began. “You tend to be… really upfront. What if you scare her away?”
“Wow, thanks, Arch,” he remarked sarcastically. “Like you guys haven’t terrified her enough.”
With that, he was off and making his way over to your table.
“This isn’t going to end well.” Betty said.
Veronica sighed as she opened her bag of chips.
“Guess we’ll find out.”
You heard someone making their way over to you before you saw them. You gripped your book tighter, forcing your eyesight to stay on the small words. You wondered who it would be this time. Would it be the jock or one of the two cheerleaders? It wasn’t that you didn’t like them either, it was just that you were literally terrified to talk to them. They seemed so cool and you didn’t understand why they wanted to talk to someone like you.
“Hey,” an unfamiliar voice said, breaking you out of your thoughts.
You looked up from your book, your eyes meeting blue-green ones. Your heart skipped a beat once you saw who it was. Jughead Jones. The boy in your English class who you had a massive crush on. But of course, you could never find the courage to talk to him. If you couldn’t even talk to Veronica Lodge or Betty Cooper, arguably the nicest girls in the school, how were you supposed to talk to the boy you liked?
“Can I sit here?” Jughead asked.
You returned your gaze to your book, not answering. Jughead took a seat anyway.
“What’s your name?” the beanie-clad teen pressed.
Again, you didn’t answer.
“Well,” he sighed. “My name’s Jughead. I’m in your—”
“English class,” you said softly before you froze.
Jughead seemed equally surprised that you spoke.
“Yeah, I, um,” you began again, clearing your throat. “I know who you are.”
“Is she… talking to him?” Veronica asked incredulously.
“Looks like she is. Who would’ve guessed?” the ginger asked.
“But why?” Betty asked.
Archie frowned at her question.
“Why is she talking to Jughead?” he tried to clarify.
Betty shook her head.
“No, why is Jughead talking to her? When has he ever showed an interest in the new kids? He never showed an interest in Veronica.” Veronica rolled her eyes.
“Thanks, Betty.” she joked.
“You know what I mean.” the Cooper girl said.
The three students returned their gazes to you and Jughead who were now talking and smiling amongst each other. At the moment, the bell rang signaling the end of the period. The gang saw you pack your stuff up as you and Jughead said your goodbyes. Jughead walked back over to the group with a smug smile on his face as you walked into the school.
“How?” Veronica asked once Jughead was close enough to hear her.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he asked as he picked up his book bag, swinging the strap over his shoulder.
“I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with the fact you have a crush on her? And, oh, I don’t know, maybe she likes you too and you guys are going out to Pop’s after school to get a milkshake together?” she joked, improvising everything as she went along.
Betty and Archie laughed but Veronica didn’t miss the way she saw Jughead tense up for a fraction of a second.
“Very funny, Veronica.” he deadpanned.
Veronica’s eyes widened.
“Oh my God,” she murmured. “You like her!”
Jughead turned beet-red as Betty and Archie turned to stare at him with wide eyes.
“And she likes you! And you asked her out!” Veronica continued.
“God, Veronica, scream it to the world, would you?!” Jughead hissed as the four of them walked into the school.
Veronica went silent but couldn’t stop her beaming smile or the way she was practically vibrating with excitement.
“Aw, Juggie, this is so cute!” Betty squealed.
“Not bad, Jug.” Archie said as he clapped the writer on the back.
Jughead’s red face didn’t go away.
“Yeah, okay, whatever,” he mumbled. “I’ll see you guys later.”
With that he was gone, escaping to his next class.
“Our Juggie’s growing up.” Veronica said, wiping a fake tear from her eye.
“You’re so lucky he wasn’t around to hear that.”
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