#c:sutton

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

Axel had just finished purchasing food when he noticed Sutton sitting near buy, he walked over and sat beside them. “Glad that brat’s out of our hair now hey?” He asked, stabbing his fork into the fries he was eating. “Copped myself a detention though.” He grumbled as he shovelled a forkful of cheese fries into his mouth. 

@tinysutton​

[jacksonthane]

@suttxnchambers

Jackson had been pleased with Sutton’s performance on her test, and glad that she’d actually managed to get something out of the Trojan dealer. To be honest, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she hadn’t been able. Not for lack of trying— it was simply that torture was a careful art that could easily tip either way. He wouldn’t have failed her even if the info hadn’t come forth, but it was certainly a bonus. He’d been looking for effort, moreso. And initiative— and she’d certainly given him that. It had only shown him that perhaps she was ready for something of a side-task, and the rest of the gang had seemed to think so as well, despite her only being a prospect. But that would work to her strength in this case. “Sutton, you can come in now,” he said from behind the door after she’d knocked, having just finished something else he was working on. “Congratulations on your first torture,” he said with a half-grin, most always reveling in the concept of violence. “And even better that it was successful.”

[sweaterinvested]

@suttxnchambers

When he’d gone with Lettie for her to pick out a pup, he hadn’t planned on bringing home one for himself. But at the very beginning, he’d picked up the not so little Newfoundland puppy and simply...not wanted to put her down when it was time to go. And just like that— he had a dog. He was thrilled with his new little buddy, even if he hadn’t yet decided on a name for her. But perhaps one of the things he was most excited for was the meeting of his new puppy and Goose. By law, the two dogs had to be best friends, after all their owners were such. Him and Sutton had agreed to have the pups meet in a more neutral area, also known as their local park, and now Desmond was on the look out for two familiar faces in the form of Sutton and Goose. When he spotted them, his excitement grew, and he wasted no time in standing up. His little pup followed suit, all too eager to make a new friend, tail wagging in excitement. “Goose! Sutton!” he called out in greeting. “Come meet the new kid on the block.”

[thequeensxgambit]

Sara had stayed late at the office, painstakingly reviewing several of the new files that had been sent through from the other site. Her father had been sending her multiple emails throughout the night as well, mostly questioning when she was going to bring a nice gentleman back to Boston. He knew about Sutton because Sara had told him but when it came to upholding values for his little girl she had to be perfect. And being anything except straight with a man he liked was not perfect. At first, it had bothered her and she’d become sour-faced at her desk but as time had passed she’d reminded herself that she had become independent because they had driven her away. Not the other way around. Well, independent to an extent. “I didn’t realise you’d be so eager.” Sara teased softly as she hooked Sutton’s coat onto the stand by the door. “It’s a good job I’m completely ready to go.” She added as she moved through the open space toward the marble coated kitchen, tugging her silk robe around her otherwise bare body as she went. Without even asking the older woman she poured a mug of coffee from the machine that heated up at the same time every morning and placed it in front of Sutton. “Good mornin’ baby.” She breathed as she rubbed the blonde’s shoulders before leaning in and kissing her softly. “You know where the milk is. Put your phone on the table.” She instructed, her mouth lingering over Sutton’s. She met her eyes almost daringly before pulling back and beaming. “How does eggs sound? Scrambled, fried, poached. However, you want me. Or the eggs.” @nebulaofmuses

[spencermxntgxmery]

Spencer walked into the dorm room. “Okay, Sutty, all I found were these bag of frozen peas. Not sure if that’ll help.”

@suttymontgomery

[isaacdniel-blog]

Isaac had purposely been drowning himself in work and exercise. Anything to keep his mind off his personal life, seeing as it was a bit of a shit show at the moment. It was his only defense when it came to stuff like that. However, when it came to Sutton, he would always make some kind of time for some sort of fun. Especially because she worked too hard, too. That’s how he got talked into a movie night, not that he needed much convincing. The movie was in, opening credits playing, a bowl of popcorn, a bag of Twizzlers, wine, soda, and water on the table, and the couch was surrounded by blankets and a couple of pillows. “Sutt, get your butt over here before the movie starts. The remote is too far away for me to pause it.” Isaac called. @suttonfitzgerald

[sweaterinvested]

@suttxnchambers

After everything had happened with Lettie in the hall and after, Desmond had been settled back into his hospital bed...somewhat reluctantly. He didn’t want to be here. So much had happened in the last twenty-four hours, in the last two weeks, and he was beginning to wonder just how much more the world could manage to throw his direction, and the town of Olympus before it all simply went up in flames. 

He’d already texted Sutton, a little frantic to find out whether or not she was hurt and by some miracle...she wasn’t. Thank God she was alive and well. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if her name had been one of those with a casualty attached to it...or worse. Now he grinned as she strode into his room, all too happy an welcoming to his best friend. “Are you here to bust me out of this joint?” he manged to joke, finding it strange to think of how just earlier today he’d been grilling her about Ollie...maybe yesterday? With a bit of a start, he realized he didn’t know how long he’d been out. “You’re okay, right?” he asked, looking over her in search of injury.

[sweaterinvested]

@suttxnchambers

There was nothing terribly wrong with his truck, just that his brakes had started to give off that tell-tale squeak of needing replacement. He supposed he could have tried his own hand at replacing the brakes, but he doubted Sutton would ever let him hear the end of it. So instead he called up his best friend to make sure she didn’t later kill him...or endlessly make fun of him. Then again..she was still probably going to endlessly make fun of him. But either way, he didn’t hesitate to bounce out of his chair to the door when he heard her car pull up, not even waiting for her to come to the door— padding out onto the front lawn to meet her. “Took you long enough,” he teased, already beginning their little game. It couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes, though.