southside bar

anonymous asked:

Loved your serpent Betty fic. Can you write something where Betty goes to see Jughead at the serpent bar and finds out her mother was a serpent from the older members. Which makes her a long lost serpent also she gets her own jacket to wear. Ending with Alice's reaction to Betty and Jughead in matching jackets?

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Betty asked, staring at the bright door that lead into the Southside bar.

“There my family Bets. If they don’t like you then they’re idiots and don’t deserve me or you.” Jughead said, gripping her small hand in his. Betty gave him a small smile and looked back at the door. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Betty said, a determined look on his face. She started towards the door, pulling her boyfriend behind her by the hand.

He gave her a small chuckle before being pulled towards the blaring music. The door slammed shut once they were in the packed bar, all eyes turning to them. Betty was the first one to move, tugging at Jughead’s hand for both of them to move towards the pool table.

When she was walking back, she heard and caught on to some of the conversations some of the serpents were having with each other, but for the most part tried to ignore them.

“Is it her?”

“It can’t be.”

“She was pregnant when she left…”

“You don’t think…”

“Someone needs to ask her!”

“What if it is her?”

“Should we give it to her?”

Betty tried to ignore the serpents stares, but after a while she could feel them burning into her back. They reached the pool table, and when Jughead went for the wall to get ready, one of the largest serpents walked out of the crowd and stood in front of the petit blonde.

Jughead walked over and stood at her side. “Hey Viper! This is my girlfriend, Betty Cooper.” He said. When the Cooper name slipped out of his mouth, the whole bar gasped, mouths open.

“Betty Cooper huh?” Viper started, leather jacket tight around his shoulders. “Is there any chance your Alice’s girl?”

“Alice Cooper? Yeah, she’s my mom. Is that a problem?” Betty said, cracking her knuckles in fear.

Viper just laughed at the young girl, the rest of the bar joining in with him. Betty had a small smile on her face and looked around the bar with curiosity and confusion.

“She’s a Cooper! That means, she’s family.” Viper stated, placing one of his large hands on her shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze and shake.

Betty turned to Jughead, who had an equally confused look on his face. Betty turned back to Viper.

“What do you mean I’m family?” She asked, smile still on her face.

“Ah, old Ally never told you. She was a serpent. A pretty badass one too. She was super close with our own FP Jones.” he said, grabbing Jughead’s shoulder as well. Betty’s mouth was wide open as another serpent pushed a photo of her mom and FP when they were younger. She had a bright pink jacket wrapped around her shoulders, and FP had a matching black one.

She was about to start talking when Viper gave her something. The same pink jacket with the Southside Serpents logo on the back. It was her moms.

“Your a Cooper girl, a Jones girl, and now a serpent girl.” Viper said, pulling the pink jacket over Betty’s shoulders for her. Betty blushed and a huge smile was plastered onto her face. Jughead stood next to her in support, wearing her exact same jacket, but in black.

After a few more hours of pool, nachos, and storytelling, Jughead decided that it was time for them to head home. He tried to pry her pink jacket off of her back, but Betty refused.

“I think old Ally needs to see her old friend again. Don’t you Viper?” she said, a small smirk on her lips. Viper just nodded and kicked them both out of the bar.

When they finally got back from the bar, Betty turned to Jughead and told him that she needs to do it alone. He nodded and started to turn around, but stopped walking when Betty disappeared into the house.

He stood behind a tree, and started to leave after he heard Alice Cooper.

“Elizabeth Cooper…. TAKE THAT OFF NOW.”

anonymous asked:

Could you maybe write a Kevin accidentally meeting Joaquin's closest friends/gang members oneshot? Like would it go well/friendly teasing or more threatening? Thank youuuu

This Is Not How I Imagined It

Or, Kevin meets Joaquin’s ‘family’

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of gangs and mentions of violence

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Note: all of the gang members and Joaquin’s brother are made up by me. These are my characters. All of Joaquin’s family life here is completely headcanon.

Kevin didn’t know when he had become the kind of kid who made out in the back of bars. He used to roll his eyes at the couples that would grope each other during school dances or behind the shelves of Riverdale’s library. Yet, here he was, in the back of a Southside bar, with his tongue down his boyfriend’s throat. Speaking of, Kevin swirled his tongue around Joaquin’s, mimicking something far dirtier and prompting the serpent to moan and press their hips together. Kevin smirked, his hands running all over Joaquin’s body before finally resting on his ass and gripping it firmly. Joaquin broke apart, tossing his head back with a moan that rushed straight to Kevin’s pants. Kevin attached his lips to the shorter boy’s neck, sucking and biting.

Suddenly, Kevin felt a short vibration. He ignored it in favor of continuing down Joaquin’s neck. Still, the vibrations persisted, coming from Joaquin’s back pocket, where Kevin’s hand was resting. He still ignored it, but Joaquin broke away, swatting Kevin’s hand and reaching into his pocket. Kevin didn’t get a glimpse at the caller ID before Joaquin hurriedly untangled himself and began to walk away.

“Don’t move a muscle, I will be right back.” He called over his shoulder before answering the call, moving away for some privacy.

Kevin slumped against the wall, annoyed that some stupid phone call was keeping his boyfriend from him. His super hot serpent boyfriend, who he had been very close to taking someplace more private. Kevin sighed, growing colder without the heat of Joaquin’s body shielding him from the draft. It was Kevin’s first time being in this particular bar, but it looked very similar to the other Southside bars Joaquin and he had attended. There were two pool tables down at the end farthest from where Kevin was standing, a rickety bar with even more rickety stools, and, right by the door, a snake slithering around in a large tank. Kevin shivered a little when he looked at the snake, not completely comfortable around the creatures yet.

Kevin was getting impatient. Joaquin had been gone for far too long, and he was slightly concerned about the four young serpents who had been staring at him ever since Joaquin had left. Kevin knew that he looked out of place in his charcoal sweater and blue button up, but he normally didn’t attract much attention from the other serpents. He kept his head down. But these four were staring and whispering and not even attempting to be discrete about it. Kevin swallowed nervously, but smiled at the group anyway, trying not to get beat up. Apparently, Kevin fucked that up because the group of serpents began to walk towards him.

“Hey there, preppy.” The tallest of them started. He was taller than Kevin, something that didn’t happen often, with white-blonde hair, and a scar running from his bottom lip to the edge of his chin. He was clearly the leader of the group. Kevin was immediately wary of the nickname, it was what Joaquin called him; how did this kid know that? Could it be a coincidence? It had to be.

“Um, hello?” Kevin questioned cautiously, “do I know you?” He shuffled back a few inches before his back touched the wall. This time, a small, yet still somehow intimidating, girl with jet black hair spoke.

“Nope.” She grinned. “But, damn. We sure know a lot about you, Kevin.”

Kevin gulped. This definitely was not going to end well. “Actually, I was just leaving. I’m sorry for bothering you.” Kevin made to leave, but was blocked by a short, chubby, ginger boy. In any other setting Kevin would have smiled at a boy who looked like him, winking and hoping to make him blush. But not in this bar. Not when the boy in question looked like he could easily kill Kevin, despite the red locks and rounded cheeks.

“You aren’t going anywhere. We need to talk to you.” He glared at Kevin, the taller boy and small girl following suit. It was only now that Kevin realized that the fourth member of the group hadn’t walked over to him. Behind the three serpents in front of him, a boy, with hair that matched Joaquin’s, but who was quite a bit older, leaned against the wall, talking in the phone in hushed tones. Kevin didn’t have time to give this anymore thought because the three serpents that were paying attention to him, closed in, forming a semicircle around their prey. Kevin stood tall, however, attempting to appear confident.

“Well if you know my name, it’s only fair I know yours.” He stated, and was surprised at how convincing he actually sounded.

“A joker, huh?” The blonde chuckled, but offered an answer. “Name’s Finch. This here is Winston, and the lovely lady is-” He was cut when the shirt girl elbowed him in the gut.

“Keep your comments to yourself Finch.” She spat back. “I’m Millie. Not that it means much to you.” She glared at Kevin, clearly not as impressed by his feigned confidence as Finch had been. Winston was the next to speak.

“Look. You are not part of this world. You aren’t a serpent. You couldn’t even pretend to be one of us.” He scoffed, reaching out and teasing the sleeve of Kevin’s sweater. Kevin resisted the urge to yank his arm away.

“So just keep that in mind.” Finch continued, “We know you think that you understand Joaquin, but you don’t. We are his family.” He paused and Millie picked up where he left off.

“And we are not the kind of family that quickly forgives. Hurt him, and your fate will be worse than that blossom boy’s.” She snarled. Kevin was sure she was going to hit him, or at least shove him a little, but at that moment, the kid from the wall hung up his phone and pushed through the circle, making him eye to eye with Kevin. He brought his hands down on Kevin’s shoulders menacingly.

“Here’s the bottom line, Keller, you hurt my little brother, I hurt you.” Kevin couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped him. This was not how he wanted his first impression with Joaquin’s brother to play out. He had been expecting dinner, maybe some light hearted chatter before explaining that he really did like Joaquin and wasn’t planning on screwing that up. Instead, here he was. In the back of some seedy bar, pressed against a wall, just hoping not to get the shit beat out of him.

“Damn it! Sebastian! What did I say about accosting my boyfriend?” Kevin smiled at the familiar voice as Joaquin rounded the corner. “Is this why you called me? To keep me occupied while Finch, Will, and Millie threatened Kev?” He questioned, pushing past the other serpents and grabbing Kevin’s chin, checking his face to make sure there were no bruises. “Are you okay, Kev?”

Kevin smiled and nodded, amused by his boyfriend’s worry. “I’m fine Joaquin. Just a little surprised, that’s all.” He lowered his voice, “This wasn’t really how I imagined meeting your family.”

“Wait. What?” Wilson interrupted, reminding Kevin that the gang members were still standing there.

“Uh, this isn’t how imagined meeting Joaquin’s family would be.” Kevin repeated.

“You imagined meeting his family?” Millie questioned further.

“Well yeah. I mean he’s met my dad. I assumed I’d be meeting his brother soon enough.” Kevin was confused by their reaction. Were they not threatening him a mere minute ago?

“So you guys are like serious?” Finch asked, backing away slightly to give Kevin and Joaquin some room.

“Of course we are, dumbass.” Joaquin interjected. “What? Did you think I was dating the sheriff’s son for shits and giggles?” This prompted laughter from the group, including Sebastian.

“Kevin?” Sebastian inquired.

“Um, yeah?”

“Take good care of my little brother, okay? He deserves to be happy.” As he said this, Sebastian reached over and mused Joaquin’s hair.

“He deserves everything.” Kevin muttered, looking at Joaquin as if he’d hung the moon. Sebastian chuckled, throwing his arm around Finch and leading the group away from the two boys. “You deserve everything.” Kevin repeated, taking Joaquin’s chin in his hands.

 “I have all I could ever want.” Joaquin responded, “I’ve got you.” Joaquin pressed their lips together gently, and Kevin couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face.


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EXCLUSIVE: 'Riverdale' Boss Reveals Why [SPOILER] Killed Jason Blossom and Talks That Crazy Incest Twist!

Warning: Spoilers ahead! Do not proceed if you haven’t watched Thursday’s Riverdale!

One of Riverdale’s biggest mysteries was answered on Thursday, as it was revealed that Jason Blossom’s killer was none other than his own father, Clifford Blossom!

Archie (KJ Apa), Jughead (Cole Sprouse), Betty (Lili Reinhart), Veronica (Camila Mendes), and Kevin (Casey Cott) spent the episode doing some amateur sleuthing after Jughead’s father, F.P. Jones (Skeet Ulrich) was arrested for, and later confessed to, Jason’s murder. They discovered part of the truth, that Jason was shot and dumped in a freezer in the basement of the Southside Serpents’ bar, but a video on a flash drive found in Jason’s letterman jacket ultimately revealed the shocking truth, that it was Clifford (Barclay Hope), and not F.P., who pulled the trigger.

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To get to the bottom of the morose truth behind Jason’s death (and that extra incest twist!) ET hopped on the phone with EP Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa to discuss the who, what and why behind Riverdale’s inciting incident.

Can you talk to me about your decision to reveal the identify of Jason Blossom’s killer in Riverdale’s penultimate episode rather than the finale?

RAS: I had a meeting with Greg Berlanti and Sarah Schechter, who are executive producers on the show… [we were] talking about the last few episodes and I said, 'Then we’ll reveal the murderer in the finale.’ And Greg said, 'I think you should reveal it in the penultimate, because when you invest in these characters the way you have this year, you’re going to want to be able to see the aftermath. You’re going to be surprised by how much story you have to tell on the other side of it.’ And the second he said that I was like, 'Oh my gosh, that’s exactly right!’

When we brought it up to the studio and the network, there were some raised eyebrows and I said, 'This is Greg’s idea and we really agree on this,’ and then I threw out what was going to be in the finale so that they knew there was enough mystery and exciting stuff happening and then everyone got really on board, but it sort of makes for a very breathless episode 12.

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When it comes to who killed Jason, was it always your intention from the very beginning to have it be his own father?

RAS: Yes, Mr. Blossom was always it… We went into [the season] with three likely candidates: one was F.P. Jones, one was Hiram Lodge… and then the last was Clifford Blossom. As the season progressed, we kind of added Hal Cooper to the mix of someone who very possibly could have killed Jason.

Our thesis for this show is this dark take on the Archie characters, and the Archie world that people thought they knew was a place of sunny, happy kids and families, where everyone is protected and everyone is safe. So the most transgressive, the most taboo, the darkest act that could happen is a parent killing their own child. And he also sort of, we discovered, had the greatest secret that he was hiding and he had the biggest motive. That’s sort of how we landed on him.

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Seems like there’s more to the story – are we going to discover the reasons why Clifford killed his son?

RAS: Absolutely! Episode 112 is the who-dunnit, and episode 113 is the 'Why did he do it?’ A lot more mysteries start rolling out from there.

Let’s talk about the Blossom family twist with the Coopers – I’m going to call them the Bloopers – When did you decide to do that and can you talk about the cousin-cest of it all?

RAS: Very early on that was in the pitch, that it was going to be revealed that the reason the families didn’t want Jason and Polly to be together was because – though they were somewhat distantly related – they were blood relatives and of course, that’s just such a gothic trope… People thought that we were breaking the incest taboo with Cheryl this season, and I love that the twist isn’t that it was Cheryl and Jason, it was Jason and Polly. And again, in our sort of darker universe, that’s one of darkest kind of roses in the vase.

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Can you talk about the decision behind Clifford hanging himself? Obviously that takes away the vindication of watching that person get punished for the crime.

RAS: I would say two things: stay tuned for the finale and remember, we didn’t see Clifford hang himself. We just saw Clifford hanging there.

Hell hath no fury like a Blossom woman scorned?

RAS: Correct, correct, and the one thing that you won’t find out in 12 is that the evil things we know Clifford has been doing are just the tip of the iceberg.

Riverdale’s season finale airs next Thursday at 9 p.m. ET/PT on The CW.

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sweeteyesuniverse  asked:

Hi! Can you write something where betty is hanging out with the serpents and juggie and then chuck walks in with the football team and start harassing them and bothering Betty so she goes all dark and crazy and juggie finds it hot and the serpents are just like wow don't mess with Betty cooper. sorry it's long

Betty was watching her beautiful boyfriend lean over the pool table with his tongue sticking outside of the side of his lip. She was standing next to him while wearing her honorary Southside serpent leather jacket, while the ‘professional’ pool table she was standing next to had the same one wrapped around his arms. 

He was about to take his lucky shot when someone bursts through the Southside bar. Their heads snap up instantly to view the idiot that messed up Jughead’s shot. Betty noticed that Jugs eyes narrowed and Betty tried to look over all the leather jacketed bodies to see the people that came into the bar. 

They began walking towards the door, Betty gripping on Jughead’s jacket so hard that her knuckles began to turn white. They made it to the front of the group and Betty let go of her Jacket. She felt a few hands on her shoulders supporting her, and she turned around and gave a grateful smile to her new serpent family. She felt her honorary older brother Venom give her a shoulder a tight squeeze before Jughead started talking. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked, voice strong. The Jocks in their bright letterman jackets really stood out from the dirty Leather Jackets. Betty locked eyes with Chuck for a second before narrowing her eyes and looking at the other familiar faces that were standing on the other side of the room. 

Josh was there, so was Ethan, so was Moose, and Reggie. The person that surprised her the most was standing at the very back of the group of guys, eyes grazing over all the serpents, hands awkwardly shoved into his front pockets. 

Betty gasped and took a step forward, pushing Jughead’s arm back when he tried to stop her. “Archie Andrews. What are you doing here?” she asked, eyes cold and lifeless. Archie gave her a shrug and continued looking and inspecting all of the angry scowls. 

“Whats up Cooper? Mad we came for a visit? We just wanted to see what you and needle nose were up to with your new so called ‘family’” Chuck said, taking a step towards the petit blonde. 

Jughead was about to step forward when he noticed her clenching fists and tense body. Before he had a chance too, Betty opened her mouth and fought back.

“Shut up.” she said, crossing her arms and lifting her head up.

Chuck chuckled and crossed his arms too, mimicking her movements. “Really? What are you going to do about it. Your family will get arrested if they beat up an innocent high schooler.” he said, taking small glances to the serpents behind her. 

“I said, Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” she said, never backing down. Jughead was about to start stopping her again, but he took a step back and realized how sexy she looked in her black jeans and black leather jacket. 

“These people are my family. I don’t care what you think of them because you are just some low life, scum sucking rat, who will never come near her ever again. Got it?” she said, pointing her skinny finger against his chest. “That goes for you too Andrews!” she said, her eyes never leaving chucks. Archies face got hot as he turned around with the rest of the football team to leave the hot bar. 

Before they got out of the door, Betty called Chuck back one more time. “Hey Chuckie-Boo?” she said, batting her eyelashes all innocently, before the darkness took over her face again. “Don’t mess with Betty Cooper.”

Once they left the bar Jughead pulled her in for a rough kiss. “Maybe I like dark Betty.” he whispered into her ear, a sexy smirk plastered onto his face. She was about to answer him but was interrupted by the serpents raising there beer bottles into the air for a cheers. 

“Don’t mess with Betty Cooper!!!”


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Old Money Blues

Anna Lime was old money. She was the very definition of the term. The dame had everything she could ever want, from parties to perfume, and to top it all off, she lived in France in one of those marble mansions in castle country. She was French by blood, by name, and by trade. The only thing foreign about her were the pearls in her earrings, but even that was only a whisper among the serving girls. Well, when she had serving girls and a french mansion and parents in the booming perfume industry. That had changed with the Great War. Her parents were gone, so was her sister, and there was no way in hell the youngest daughter of a French aristocrat was going to lock herself in an empty mansion and run a business. She’d rather run away to America and have her cousin do all that jazz. So she did. America was a nice place. It wasn’t as old as France nor as arid, but the hot summers and cold winters of Chicago bustled nonstop to the beat of jazz and the clink of moonshine on bar counters. She could dance to a beat like that.

For awhile, that is. Then, she’d stumble out onto the rain-slicked city streets, start a fight, take a taxi back to her apartment on Michigan Avenue, or get into a little more trouble. Usually, she was sinning hard enough to make the devil dizzy by the time the sun rose. One time, the sinners got to her first. That night wasn’t enjoyable in the least but that was how the city rolled. She went on dancing to forget, drinking to numb the pain, and fighting to dull the anger. By her second summer in America, Anna Lime was infamous for her accent, her affluence, and her ass. All three got her to the biggest parties, the most handsome of men, and the worst case of flapper fever a girl could have.

More often than not, she wound up in a southside bar, Dally’s. The music was good and the drinks better. The men? Well, they were okay. There was always a singer or piano player she’d go home with, so she couldn’t complain most nights. The first time she met him, though, it had been a bad night. She had a lot of those. Anna would get to drinking too much without a friend to stop her, start thinking, and end up in a world of hurt. That night, the singer was jazzing up old war songs. Who else was she supposed to think of but her parents and her sister? 

Surrounded by empty glasses and laughing patrons, she lamented her story to the bartender while the musicians switched out. The man next to her glanced nervously to Anna every once and awhile and, when she was finished with her drunken tale of woe, he set a rough hand on her shoulder. “I am zorry,” he said with a thick German accent, “Let me buy you a drink, miss, and we vill toast to old friends.”

What could she say? Anna snapped. How dare this German bastard talk to her? She wanted nothing he had to say or give her! “How about you,” Anna slurred in her own heavy accent, “How ‘bout you fuck off, yah imbécile!” The woman stood from the bar, twisted back and hooked a punch into the German’s nose. He stumbled backward, clutching at his face as blood poured from between his fingers. Anna stepped on his toes with her heel and kneed him in the crotch. The German groaned and sank to his knees, but revived himself a moment later and shoved Anna to the bar. “Bitch!” He spat, slapping a large hand across her face, “I’ll teach you to treat a man like that!”