#stutton

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And a Stutton mafia au doodle

Steve sees someone sus (she still doesn’t know what he does for a living)

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Stutton, but specifically in AMH during the dance after Steve's coronation

He’s roasting someone’s outfit

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More messy smooches

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word prompt 34- wish 🍀

Probably took this in an insane direction. Barely, barely complies with the prompt. But we can all blame @inkoutsidethelines for bringing up a mafia au.

Summary: Sutton finds a new restaurant, and can't imagine why the owner isn't concerned about garnering new customers. Perhaps some people are just a little strange.

Sutton hadn’t been inside the new local Irish restaurant since it opened. She hadn’t seen many people in it, actually, which she thought was a shame. Restaurants were a difficult venture with most failing, and she thought it would be too bad if this one failed so soon after opening its doors. Especially since it had a little sign in the window proclaiming they carried authentic dishes. She could only assume it was an individual, or family, who immigrated over or wanted to pay respect to their roots. 

So she stopped inside one weekend for lunch just to try it out. 

If she hadn’t seen the open sign and the door been unlocked, she might have thought it was closed. There were no patrons, and no one even at the front counter to greet customers. She peered around and cleared her throat as she made her way to the front of the establishment and took a look at their menu board. It only had a few dishes listed, but she assumed they probably had to start small. It would keep initial food costs low that way. 

One of the items was a stew and it sounded good enough to try. The weather was starting to turn cold and her walk down gave her a chance to feel it. With a side of bread it would be the perfect way to warm back up. 

If only there was someone to take her order. 

Sutton cleared her throat again and tried to peer into the kitchen. 

“Excuse me?” She called. 

Something fell in the kitchen followed by a muffled curse and Sutton pulled her wallet out of her bag in preparation. A man came through the kitchen door and blinked at her in obvious surprise. Sutton gave him a friendly smile. 

“Hi,” she said with a small wave. “I’m just here to order. I mean, obviously; why else would someone be here? Sorry if you were, you know, busy with something.” 

The man was tall and broad and he looked more like someone who would lift heavy weights than pots and pans. His blond hair was pressed against his forehead under a flat cap, which was very vintage of him, and he wore a thick knit sweater. Some might say he looked like an old Irish grandpa, but Sutton thought he looked more classic than dated. He at least wore it well. 

He pulled off the cap and ran his hand through his hair as he continued to process her presence. 

“Right, o’ course,” he said. His voice held a slight accent. Perhaps he really had immigrated then, or his parents had. “Food?” He questioned. Sutton laughed at his joke. 

“Preferably,” she said. “Unless you have some secret menu I don’t know about.”

“No,” he said quickly. “No. Just food.” He cleared his throat. “So what can I get you then?” 

“A bowl of the stew, please. And a coffee with cream, if you have it.”

“To-go?”

“Ah, no. I’ll take it here.” 

He made a face at that and Sutton wondered if she’d caught them near some unexpected closing time. But he didn’t bring it up, and she didn’t want to take good food home just to microwave it anyway. 

“Right then,” he said. “I’ll get to it.” 

He moved away from the counter and Sutton waved her wallet. 

“Shouldn’t I pay you first?” 

“Right!” He whipped back around and stared at the till. There weren’t prices on the menu board and he seemed to be thinking. She thought pricing your meals probably should be something one did long before opening. Maybe he was a new hire.

“Five ‘ll do it,” he decided. Sutton tilted her head.

“Five dollars?” She parroted. “For a whole bowl and a coffee?” 

“Six,” he amended. 

It was still rather cheap. They really were going to go out of business with those kinds of prices. But Sutton decided not to correct someone on their business on her first visit.

She handed him a ten and told him to keep the change. The man made another strange face and shoved the bill in his pocket. 

“Please, have a seat. I’ll be right out with it.” 

He disappeared back behind the kitchen door and Sutton heard him suddenly yelling in what she assumed was Gaelic. It sounded like several wooden chairs went screeching across the floor, and there was some sort of hurried scurrying. Sutton sat at a table along the wall and pulled out her phone to scroll while she waited. 

The man came out a few minutes later with two mugs, a pot of coffee, and a small plate with creamer cups. She stared in surprise as he sat down across from her and poured them both a cup. 

“Refills are free,” he told her. “My apologies, the stew will be a few minutes. We’re, ah, still trainin’ some of the kitchen staff.” 

“Um. That’s no problem,” Sutton said as she plucked two of the creamers off the plate and dumped them in her mug. “Do you- do you not need to go train them now?” 

The man grinned at her and Sutton ducked down as she stirred her coffee. 

“I gave them clear instructions. And I didn’t feel right leaving a lady out here to wait alone.” 

Sutton flushed and took a sip of her coffee to stall. She’d never had restaurant staff sit and chat with her before. She wondered if that was more of a normal thing in Ireland. Or, well, she didn’t know he moved from Europe. She supposed he could just be from around New York or something. Maybe that’s just how they conducted themselves in the boroughs. 

“Well, thanks?” She managed to say. She put her mug on the table and held out her hand. “I’m Sutton.” 

The man took her hand and shook it. 

“Steve.” 

Sutton gave him another friendly smile.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“And you.” 

Steve poured himself a cup of coffee, no cream, sat back, and looked at her over the rim of his mug while he took a drink.

“So what brought you in here?” He asked casually. “You just like a good stew?” 

“I like to try new places.” Sutton said with a shrug. “And I noticed you guys opened up recently. I haven’t had authentic Irish cuisine before, and I thought today was a good day to try.” 

“Did ya?” Steve took another sip from his mug. 

“You know, you’d probably get more people in here if you advertised at all.” He shot her a look between perplexed and incredulous, and Sutton hurried to soften any insult. “I mean, you guys are kind of out of the way and I haven’t seen any flyers up on the street. I’m not even sure when your grand opening was. I bet if you even just started an instagram page, you could have more people stopping by. Really lean into the authentic aspect, you know? People are into that nowadays.”

“I don’t like social media.” Steve said in a bored tone. Like the potential fate of his restaurant didn’t concern him in the slightest. “If people want to come in, they’ll come in.”

Sutton scoffed and spread her hands out, palms up, over the table in dismay. 

“But people have to know you’re here to decide that!”

“We get enough business.” 

Sutton looked around the space in a dramatic show before gesturing to herself. 

“It’s lunchtime and I’m the only one in here.”

But Steve just smirked. 

“Like I said. We get enough.”

Sutton rolled her eyes and huffed before turning back to her coffee.

“Well, I guess you can run your business however you like,” she said. “But if you ever decide you’d like some help, I’m not too bad with hashtags. And I have one friend in graphic design who can make a killer flyer.” 

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Steve said with a scrunch of his nose which told Sutton that he intended to never consider the offer again. He stared at her a moment, almost evaluating, and Sutton fiddled with her phone. “You’re very keen to help without even knowing if the food is good.” 

She shrugged one shoulder.

“I like helping. And owning your own restaurant always sounded like a cool job to me. It’d be a shame if no one even knew to give this place a chance. We need less chain fast food places.” 

Steve watched her as she spoke and continued to do so after she’d stopped. Sutton couldn’t maintain that long of eye contact. He looked away after she did and let out a soft laugh as he raised his mug back up to his lips and took another drink. 

“You’re really here to try out the food.” He said it like a statement but Sutton took it as an odd question. 

“If I can get my order,” she said with humor. She gave Steve a cheeky smile. “You’d think dishing up a bowl wouldn’t take too long. What? Were they starting it from scratch?”

Steve let out a bark of a laugh. 

“Well it’s hard to find good help.”

He continued to chat with her while she waited for her meal, and he appeared to grow more relaxed the longer they spoke. She told him a bit about her job when he asked, but it was rather dull administrative work that she didn’t want to think about on her day off. Steve was more than charming, and the accent caught Sutton off guard enough that she shared a tad bit more than she usually would with a stranger. Nothing that she thought was too identifying, but normally she probably wouldn’t have told a strange man anything at all. 

Steve didn’t say too much in return. Just reiterated that he owned the restaurant and side-stepped around sharing about his own personal experiences. Eventually the kitchen door opened and another large man with a scar along his face poked his head out to shoot off something in Gaelic. Steve pushed back his chair and stood with a grumble. 

“Excuse me, Miss Sutton,” he said. “I’ll be right back with your strew.” He got up and muttered something that sounded like ‘useless’ under his breath as he left.

Sutton poured herself another cup of coffee and tugged on a stray curl.

“Miss Sutton,” she murmured to herself, then grinned.

Steve came back nearly twenty minutes later with a steaming bowl of stew and a thick slice of dark rye bread, healthily buttered. It smelled divine. This time he didn’t stay while she ate, only spared her a funny little smile before he retreated back to be with his employees. 

Sutton made sure to take a picture of the bowl before she started eating. The meal was just as good as it smelled. So good, Sutton found herself wondering why the place didn’t have more customers just from word of mouth. It was robbery that she only paid six dollars for it. 

She soaked up the last of the juice in her bowl with a chunk of bread and popped the final bite in her mouth to savor. A happy hum escaped her as she chewed. 

It was official. She’d definitely be coming back to try their other dishes. Steve reemerged as she slid into her jacket; she shot him a wide grin and a thumbs up. 

“It’s delicious,” she proclaimed. 

Steve looked chuffed. 

“Glad to hear it. Then you won't mind takin’ some leftover.” 

He held out a large to-go cup and a smaller box with what she assumed was the bread. Her brow furrowed and she held up a hand as she took a step back. 

“I can’t take that. I only paid for one bowl.”

“We have to close up early today,” he explained. “And we can’t keep all of it. You don’t take it, we’ll just have to throw it out.” 

That changed Sutton’s confusion to insult and she grabbed the to-go containers from him.  

“You can’t throw this out! It’s better than any soup my mom ever made!” 

“Hey now, you can’t say that about your ma.” 

Sutton expression shifted to a crooked grin. 

“My mom has only ever made Campbell’s.” 

Steve put his hands on his hips and rolled his jaw in an exaggeratedly amused irritation.  Sutton held up her spoils and then tucked them against her chest. 

“I’ll accept these this time,” she said. “I’ll just have to leave a bigger tip next visit to make up for it.” 

“No need.” 

Sutton huffed. 

“Well I took a picture of it before I devoured it. I can post it on my instagram and see if it gets you a couple more customers.”

“Wish you wouldn’t,” Steve responded blithely. “There’s no good in any of those socials.” 

“Nothing but new customers,” Sutton said dryly. “But fine, Mr. Old School. I’ll have to keep you all afloat myself, because I can’t go back to normal bread after this.” 

“I’ll put a bell on the door so you don’t sneak up on me again.” 

Sutton moved toward the exit and rolled her eyes. 

“Try flipping the sign over to ‘closed’ if you don’t want to provide the services you offer.” She pushed the door open with her back and shot Steve one more parting smile. 

“I wish your endeavors well! At least try to stay running.” 

Steve watched from where he stood and gave her a parting wave. 

“Oh,” he said, “I don’t think we’re going anywhere anytime soon.”

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I wanted to partake in the meme redraw

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3. home

I am pretending this isn't me being slow and instead, spacing them out as a surprise treat.

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Sutton was so exhausted it felt like her eyeballs were on fire and her brain was a smoothie, but Vicki still hadn’t texted her back yet. She groaned as she kept one hand on the steering wheel and used the other to send a “?” in an attempt to garner a response. 

Driving all day had wiped her out more than she anticipated and she knew she needed to stop and sleep. The only issue was she didn’t exactly have a lot of money to fork out for a hotel, and her mother had forbidden her from pulling over and sleeping at a rest stop due to the “danger”. 

But Vicki had talked about her parents having a house in the area and if Sutton could get an invitation it would save her life and her savings account. 

Her phone dinged and she rubbed her eye to try and get her phone screen to stop blurring. 

“Sure! I mean, they’re not in town right now, but they said if you want to crawl in through the kitchen window you can crash for the night.” 

Sutton sagged in relief and hit her blinker to change lanes as Vicki sent over the address; lucky for her it wasn’t far away but she still rolled down her window to stay awake. 

In her relief and exhaustion, Sutton hadn’t exactly registered the part where she had to essentially break into her friend’s parent’s home. The street was nearly pitch black and empty and she circled the street twice before she spotted the house and made her way to the back window. She prayed she had enough strength left in her body to pry open a window, or she’d be sleeping in the yard. 

But it seemed luck continued to be on her side, because the window had a latch and she was able to squeeze an old library card between the window and the frame and flip it open. Despite how easy it was to get inside, she still locked it behind her. She’d have to tell Vicki her parent’s needed better security in the morning. 

By the time she made it to the living room, Sutton was walking sideways and she collapsed on the couch fully dressed and shoes on. 

Sleep was bliss. 

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Steve trudged blindly down his stairs, through the living room, and into the kitchen on his ritual trek for coffee. He pulled a mug from the cupboard and set it to the side then worked on grinding fresh beans and getting the water ready. 

Somehow mornings always snuck up on him, and he didn’t feel fully alive until his first cup. 

After fifteen minutes he was able to fill his mug with the dark ambrosia and he sipped it as he made his way back through the house to look for his phone. Steve stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned back to look at his living room. 

No. His eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. 

There was a woman sleeping on his couch. 

Despite the fact that he could tell she was small and he grossly outweighed her, a shot of adrenaline flushed through him. 

Who was she? How’d she get into his house? Was there someone else with her? 

How did she get into his house? 

He hesitated on how to proceed. Most cases of break ins involved the burglar actively burglaring. She could be someone sleeping off a bad trip, but she didn’t quite look like she’d been taking anything. If anything she looked like a college kid who’d crashed after a cram session.

Steve sat his coffee down on the end of his stair rail and stepped into the living room as he put his hands on his hips. 

“Uh, hey.”

Nothing. 

“Excuse me?”

The woman didn’t flinch. Steve frowned and cleared his throat in preparation of using his Authoritative Voice.

“Excuse me, ma’am; you need to get up.” 

To his bafflement, the woman merely sniffed and burrowed further into his couch. 

“HEY.”

The woman shot up into the air and rolled off the couch onto the ground with a shriek. Steve felt a little bad about having to shout. 

She looked up at him with wide, foggy eyes before she opened her mouth and shrieked again. Frantically backpedaling, she climbed up and over the couch and put it between them as she groped around behind her for anything of weight. Finally, she found his floor lamp hefted it in front of her like a spear, the cord pulling from the outlet in a way that made Steve grimace. 

“Hey, calm down-” 

“What are you doing here? Get out! You better leave; I called the cops!” He blinked. 

“I just woke you up. And this is my house. What are you doing here?” 

The woman blinked back at him and then scowled. 

“Nice try, buddy. This is the Sung’s house.” She jabbed his lamp in his direction and Steve flinched, starting to raise his hand, as the lampshade wobbled dangerously. 

“Sung?” He echoed, tone confused. “Are you talking about the Asian couple? Always talk about their daughter?” The woman’s expression flickered and Steve let out a small chuff of a laugh. “They live next door.” 

The woman was so still Steve could have believed she became part of the lamp stand. She was so still that it was obvious when she took a deep breath and swallowed thickly. 

“Your house number?” 

“Nineteen forty-five.” 

“And the Sung’s?” 

“Nineteen forty-six.” 

“Oh. Oh no.” 

She at least put his lamp down before running her hands through her wild hair. 

“How did you get in here?” Steve asked. He glanced at the front door, but the deadbolt was still turned in the locked position. 

“Window.” The woman said flatly. “It was easy to flip the lock with a card, you should get better- oh my gosh. I am- I am so, so sorry. This was- I was supposed to break into, well, I mean, they invited me, but still breaking in I guess, but I had permission! But it was so late and dark and I’d been driving-” 

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. I think we’ve both had an exciting morning.” He let out another short laugh and cleared his throat. “I’m Steve, by the way.” 

“Sutton.” 

“Nice to meet you, Sutton. Well, can I at least offer you a cup of coffee?” 

“I don’t normally enter stranger’s houses and accept drinks from them, but considering I’m the intruder here; yeah. I’d love one.”

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word prompt 14... ring >:-) 💍

I know what you wanted, and fine. I can be kind. Here's Stutton.

Butterflies fluttered about Sutton’s stomach the longer the evening went on. Steve put extra effort into their date tonight. Both of them dressed up and giggled together as they ate at their favorite Chinese place, clearly overdressed and amused about it. 

They went on a stroll through part of Central Park and got ice cream. Steve even found a place to take her dancing, and Sutton tried her best to keep up as he spun her around the dance floor and laughed when she made faces at him when she stumbled over her feet. 

He timed everything perfectly so they were able to rush into the coffee shop they always stopped in after runs right before they closed. 

It was a perfect date. Sweet and personal and just a bit silly, and Sutton’s heart raced at the possibility of why. 

She’d been waiting for him to ask her a certain question all evening, but every time she suspected he was creating the perfect moment, nothing happened. 

But she wasn’t disappointed. She wasn’t. It was more that she was confused by getting dressed up and visiting so many places that meant something to them. Just because it was slightly out of their ordinary. 

When they got back to the Tower Steve asked if she were up for a few rounds of Mario Kart. 

“Mario Kart,” Sutton said, laughter coloring her tone. “I thought this was a perfect date, and now you want me not to like you?” 

“Who knows, you might win a round tonight.” 

“Oh, I just might? Fine.” 

Steve cupped her jaw and gave her a kiss on the lips. It didn’t last nearly long enough. 

“Great.” He said. “We can meet in the rec room after we both change into something more comfortable.” 

“I’m glad Tony isn’t here, because this is when he would make a comment.” 

“Okay, try not to ruin the night for real.” 

The rec room and the lounge clothes were both comfortable and familiar. Honestly, the space felt like the start of their relationship in some ways as much as him blipping into her world did. There were snacks and they joked and Sutton managed to win two races in a row which she deemed mildly suspicious. 

It was a perfect night and her heart ached with how much she loved him. She didn’t want to go home alone. She wanted to see him first thing in the morning. She wanted to sit with him as they sipped coffees and did dishes and fought over bad movies. Sutton wanted him permanently. 

And she didn’t doubt Steve’s intentions. They’d discussed marriage already and were on the same page. But tonight, a perfect night, just served as a frustrating reminder that she didn’t have him yet. 

Sutton’s character shot across the finish line and she cheered in smug victory. Steve cleared his throat. 

“Well, while you’re in a good mood.” 

Sutton looked to him, curious, and if her heart could stop it would have. Steve was off the couch and on one knee in front of her. A small velvet box cradled in his hands.

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2. hug !!

This is a "Part 2" of the Stutton Soulmate au, where they can feel each others emotions.

Aching loneliness continued to spread from Sutton’s limbs into her chest even as she walked the busy streets of New York. She wasn’t lonely, but the feeling was familiar by now. Whoever her soulmate was, their emotions hadn’t quieted much since she first felt them, nor had they greatly improved. Joy and contentment were rare, despite how much she tried to buffer them with her own emotions. 

She decided whoever her soulmate was, they must have gone through something. Something terrible. It was the only thing that made sense. The only alternative was she’d been fated with the grumpiest of Mr. Grumpy Gills known to man, and she wasn’t a fan of that particular possibility. 

Tyrese skipped a step beside her as he pointed out another huge billboard, as if she might miss one. 

“Look! They’re doing The Phantom of the Opera on Broadway.” Tyrese said. “We should go.” 

Sutton huffed. 

“You know I don’t love musicals.” She said. “Besides, Mom and Howard asked me to help chaperone for your school trip, and I don’t think that show is part of your little engineers club.” 

“Ah, come on. People would think you were so smart and cool if you went to a big musical.” 

She turned her head sharply to look at him and Tyrese smiled sheepishly. 

“I mean, obviously you are smart and cool, but then you’d sound more smart and cool.” 

Sutton blew air out of her nose and rubbed at her sternum.

“Uh, huh.” 

The loneliness verged on despondence and it ached like ice. Sutton grit her teeth and reminded herself how excited she was to be traveling to another state. How much fun she’d had with Tyrese so far even if the trip included far more math than she cared about.

She was happy. She was excited. She’d gotten to eat a real New York style slice of pizza and it was almost worth all the hype. 

Tyrese’s mood calmed as he watched her. 

“He’s still sad, isn’t he?” 

Sutton winced and cleared her throat in an attempt to right herself. 

“A little, but it’s okay. I’m happy enough for the both of us.”

“He just needs to meet you,” Tyrese said confidently. As if that would actually fix all the man’s problems. “I bet he’s sad because he doesn’t know who you are.” 

“I don’t know if that’s all, bud.” 

Tyrese seemed doubtful and Sutton gave his hair a ruffle while she wrinkled her nose at him in jest. People surged around them and she pulled Tyrese out of the way of some intense walkers before they could run him over. A couple days weren’t enough to get used to the massive crowds. 

A businessman on his phone plowed through all the pedestrians going half a pace slower than him and Sutton grabbed Tyrese in another bid to avoid collision. But she missed the guy coming from the other side. 

Tyrese dodged out of the way at the last second, but Sutton collided with a solid chest and nearly fell backwards, likely to be trampled to death while her brother watched. But the stranger caught her and held her steady. 

“I’m sorry, miss.” 

New emotions tumbled through her. Surprise, chagrin. Apology. 

Sutton blinked at the shift and stared up at the man, her own confusion and embarrassment rolling around her chest.

“Oh, ah, no. It’s- It was me. I- Oh.” 

She recognized him. Of all the people alive and all the people in New York, she’d managed to run into Steve Rogers. The WWII hero who’d been on the news. The one Tyrese hadn’t fully stopped talking about. 

Her gaze shot to the side and she let out a relieved breath that Tyrese hadn’t been pulled away by the crowd. He stared up at Steve Rogers with his own look of awe.  

“You’re Captain America, right?”

Tyrese latched onto her arm as he came up next to her and openly stared. 

“Ah, yeah. I am.”

“Tyrese don’t be rude.” Sutton scolded gently. “His name is Steve. Or, ah, Mr. Rogers. I mean- You ask him what his name is.”

“Just Steve is fine.” 

A humble sort of embarrassment overshadowed her wonder, causing her to stop and blink.

Normally Sutton would be blushing red and shriveling given the run in, but the change in emotions was distracting. It was almost… almost like they fit the situation. 

But that would be ridiculous.

Steve Rogers? The war hero as her soulmate? That was crazy. 

But she also hadn’t felt her soulmate’s emotions until the day he showed up on the news. 

A shock of anticipation, nerves, excitement, rushed through her and she saw the reaction in Steve Rogers. He rubbed at his own chest and his brow furrowed. 

He made eye contact with her. 

The levy broke and feeling surged through Sutton like a hurricane. Shock, disbelief, fear, and wonder. All in sync; like they were one. 

“It’s you.” 

Her voice cracked and Steve looked struck. He felt struck. Too struck, evidently, to speak. 

Tyrese tugged on Sutton’s arm. 

“Sutton, what’s wrong?” 

“Sutton.” Steve managed to murmur. 

Despite emotions having most of Sutton’s current attention, she couldn’t quite put to words the bubbling heat that ran through her. Her normal reservations evaporated like steam, and she took the step forward and wrapped her arms around him. 

Steve froze a moment, but then he slowly relaxed and rested his arms over her shoulders.

He was warm and solid and real. Her soulmate.  

“I finally found you.” Sutton said, voice thin. “You don’t have to be alone anymore. Not if you don’t want to.” 

Steve’s grip on her tightened and Sutton could make out the weaving tendrils of guilt. 

“I’m sorry.” 

People rushed around them like churning water and Tyrese still clung to her arm, yet it was just the two of them. 

And then Tyrese yanked more avidly on her sleeve. 

“Sutton! Now way! Is Captain America your soulmate?!”