#chats. sutton

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+ @spookylip + 

The house was quiet, an erie quiet, when she walked in. Quiet was not something their house was used to, quiet was normally a telling sign that something was not right. Then again it was late and most normal people would be sleeping. She had been gone for five days and her brain thought that in those five days her family had imploded without her. Her mother had gotten sick and demanded that she fly home to New York to see her, surprisingly Sutton was happy and relieved to be back in California - to be back home. “Hello.” She called out quietly just in case they both were asleep. “I’m home.”

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( @spookylip )

“You know,” She hummed, “I remember new years eve being a lot more fun. The parties, the games, the fireworks -- everything was so glamorous.” Her chocolate hues scanned the room, quinn laying on the floor coloring, wearing one of those gaudy glittery hats that are a must around this time of year, lex sleeping peacefully unaware of today’s significance in his playpen. “But, honestly, I prefer this.” She patted his thigh. “It’s nicer, more enjoyable.”

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@spookylip

Black silk sheets, they were his signature. Even the people who didn’t sleep with him knew that his sheets, that they’re sheets, were black silk. Silk that was so soft that she could just roll herself in them and call herself content -- she hated them. She stared at their bed, dressed in new fine one thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. (The infamous black sheets were in the wash and just maybe she put the dryer on a bit too high this one time. ) Lip wasn’t going to be happy and she knew she couldn’t hide her happiness that well, she couldn’t pass this off as an accident. He knows her too well.  

After officially moving in with Lip nothing has changed. Sure she took over the closet and things look a bit more organized around the apartment but things still looked like it was his apartment not their apartment. She wanted to put her own little touch on things. The new sheets were her own little improvement. 

“Hi sweetheart.” She greeted him at the door, her arms wrapping around his slender frame. “How was the parlor today? Are you hungry, I have dinner on the stove it won’t be long.” 

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Message : 🌷❤️

SUTTON: babe

SUTTON: I'm not wearing any underwear ;)

SUTTON: cause you didn't do the fucking laundry

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IMS: lip

LIP: I'M IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL.

SUTTON: WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME!?

SUTTON: ARE YOU OKAY?

STTON: which hospital are you at????

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IMS: Wade Wilson

WADE: N0 OF COURS IM NT FVBKING DRUNK!!

SUTTON: wade

SUTTON: im getting you. you are not driving. stop it now.

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“you are seriously worse than quinn.” she mocked at him. ever since she had told him that dinner would be had out tonight instead of on their couch he had whined and huffed like a five year old. “stop throwing a tantrum and get dressed. we have to drop q off at my mother’s in less then twenty minutes.” sutton put the last earring in, a small but proud smile creeping onto her lips. it had been a while since she had tried this hard, and unbeknownst to lip, it wasn’t for him. “-- and if we’re late, i might actually kill you this time.” @spookylip

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The brunette ignored the warnings, putting the cigarette to her lips and taking a sharp inhale. The burn felt good. She watched as her friend rolled their eyes, a smug smirk creeping onto her lips. Who were they to tell her what to do. “Can you calm down?” She breathed out, smoke flowing from her lips. “It’s not like I’m making you smoke one.” But maybe her friend was right, she hadn’t had one in so long. She had been so good. And just maybe there was a twinge of guilt as she took another drag.