#chaesseur

[kiddiepool]

@chaesseur​​​     ♡’d  for  a  starter !  

❝     get  some  rest ,  you’ve  been  through  a  lot  today.     ❞

[bowvengermoved]

@chaesseur​      /     " we did it! we won! hey! we... w-wait, wait a sec, you're hurt... "

“   it’s   okay   …   i’m   fine   .   it’s   just   a   scratch   .   ”   it’s   more   than   a   scratch   though   ,   but   he   won’t   say   it   .   even   as   his   hand   presses   against   his   own   body   ,   covering   a   spot   of   the   right   side   of   his   stomach   ,   even   as   he’s   slightly   bent   over   ,   forcing   himself   to   straighten   up   &   give   the   best   grin   he   can   muster  ,   he’s   not   going   to   say   it   .    “   we   won   ,   right   ?   ‘course   i’m   gonna   be   okay   .   ”

[dutyburdened]

@chaesseur said:  “  who  are  you?  ”

"𝐌𝐘   𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑   𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐍   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄,"  he  says,  dark  brows  drawn  down,  lips  painted  with  a  frown.  “the  question  is,  who  are  you?”

finding  a  girl  wandering  the  halls  of  177a  bleecker  st.  wasn’t  exactly  how  stephen  planned  on  spending  his  day.  he  stands  three  steps  from  the  bottom  of  the  staircase,  eyes  wandering  to  the  ajar  front  door  and  lingering  on  the  few  leaves  that  have  blown  in  from  the  street.  there’s  a  faint  breeze  outside:  it’s  cold.  the  door  swings  shut  with  a  muffled  bang.  stephen  descends  to  the  foot  of  the  stairs  and  observes  her  from  there,  forehead  creased,  eyes  sharp.  he  looks  her  up  and  down.  she  doesn’t  look  like  a  threat——  though  stephen  knows  full  well  that  threats  can  take  many  forms.

“what  is  your  purpose  here?”  one  corner  of  his  mouth  jerks  up  in  a  faint,  wry  smile.  “did  you  mistake  this  place  for  a  museum?”

[gingerjudas]

@chaesseur   said:❛  i’m right here  .  ❜ ( from my sideblog, @chaesseur )       MEMES I’M STILL ACCEPTING. 

golden gaze sets back to betty. how strange and yet, familiar it felt to be with her. best friends since childhood, being with betty felt like home, just as riverdale had felt all those years ago before his father had passed away, when all he needed was his best friend and their booth at Pop’s. “I know, I know. . .it’s just, sometimes I don’t know what to say. You know me, I’m stupid.“ and there he goes into familiar territory, putting himself down.

[jughie]

veronica sent one of these, so i feel obligated to do the same. hello!

ps, this is @chaesseur aka your friend betty :)

hello hello !! 

[blossombled]

@chaesseur  said:   " i can’t give you a reason "

anger   was   not   wrapped   in   pretty   paper.   kept   close   to   her   chest   and   sealed   with   a   bow.   it   was   a   raging   storm   ...   destroying   anything   tipped   into   her   path.   without   mercy.   even   sweet   words ,   taken   for   compassion ,   are   not   enough   to   sway   from   it’s   violent   nature.      “  and   you   think   that’s   just   acceptable ?  ”      nails   flex.   fashioned   into   claws ,   they’re   her   first   line   of   defense.   but   it   is   not   done   for   her   own   safety.   rather   to   spare   others   the   sharp   rip   of   her   teeth.      “  if   i   were   you ,   nancy   drew   ...   i’d   come   up   with   a   better   excuse   in ,   oh   about   —   the   next   30   seconds.  ”