insane tattoo

cityofaangels  asked:

I'm a sucker for tattoo shop AUs (Deep in the Heart of Me is my favorite fic EVER), and I can imagine Tony being the manager of a famous shop, and accepting stray artists that want to find a job and are poor/homeless/lost (among which Bucky, Clint and Nat), and just giving them a goal, a home and a future and ARG

Thank you for reminding me of the beauty that is tattoo AUs!!!! I can’t believe I forgot about this to be honest, I used to adore them in almost every fandom, but I haven’t thought of them in ages until I got your ask! I’m unfamiliar with the fic you’ve mentioned–I don’t read a lot of Stony–but I think I’ll give it a try! But for now, let’s get back to this AU.

I really like the idea of Tony being this crazy, loveable owner of a tattoo shop who hires very questionable people under ridiculous circumstances because he’s insane like that. I also headcanon that said questionable people are very protective of their smol boss because of it.


“What the fuck do you want from me?” the stranger snarls disturbingly animalistic.

“Uhm.” Tony stares at the knife—a real knife and definitely not one for the kitchen—and scruffles a tiny step backwards. Backs against a wall before he has the chance to bring a little more distance between himself and Stranger With Knife.

Damn those walls and the stupid people that build them.

He’s going to die here, alone, in an abandoned backstreet. Where nobody will find his body until they’ll have to hold the funeral with a closed coffin. If they’ll ever find his body.

There’s probably a life lesson in here, about how you’re not supposed to follow unknown men a head taller than you and double your weight in muscles into an abandoned backstreet for one. But Tony’s attention is too fixated on the knife to care much about unimportant details like that.

For once, he hysterically thinks, Rhodey won’t be able to scold me for my messed up priorities.

“I won’t ask again!” the man hisses dangerously. He’s got shaggy hair that could do with a cut and a wash, and his eyes flicker with the same restlessness that drew Tony to him initially.

And fine, he probably shouldn’t have followed the guy. He can see how this could be considered “creepy” by people less fluent in Tony-speak than Pepper or Rhodey. Natasha will undoubtedly slap him—gently, because she’s secretly a poisonous snake who’s adopted Tony as this weird, bumbling kitten that will not get killed by anyone but her—for this later. You know, if there is a later.

“I was wondering if you want to work for me,” Tony blurts out because he can’t think of anything else to say. Also because it’s true.

“I’m not fuckin’ work for hire!” the man growls. “I don’t do that shit anymore, so either back the fuck off or I’ll make sure you won’t need anything anymore!”

Alright. Tony decidedly isn’t going to ask what the guy’s going on about. Nope. Absolutely not. That would just be too stupid, even for him.

“What are you talking about?” he asks and promptly wants to knock himself out. At least that might improve his chances to not talk himself into an early death. Clint will not be impressed if he misses is 8 o’clock appointment tomorrow and he has to cover for Tony—neither will the customer. Clint isn’t useful for anything before eleven in the morning.

The man’s eyes—they’re a cold blue that would look a lot prettier if they weren’t levelling a glacial glare at Tony right now—narrow even further, the knife itching ever so slightly closer towards Tony, and nope, not a fan of that development at all.

“Look,” Tony decides to try and deescalate the situation, “You don’t have to answer that. Actually, please don’t answer that, because this sounds too much like one of those I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you thingies and Natty would not be pleased if you did. You know, kill me. Unless you tell her I called her Natty again. For some reason she really doesn’t like that? But what do I know, women are weird,” he muses with a shrug.

“Right, I was trying to make a point. See, you could just wave your knife around and possibly- probably kill me, which would really suck. Cause I’m not a big fan of being dead before my liver gives out on me and you don’t look like you’ve got another jacket, and blood is a bitch to get out.” Not that it would be much of a loss, with the oversized, worn down thing the man’s wearing. It looks like it’s being held together by stubbornness and nothing else.

He might have said that last part out loud as well, if the guy’s twitch is anything to go by. Tony can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or not.

“Or,” he hastily continues, “you could listen to my gracious proposal, accept it with genuine appreciation and enthusiasm and in two years we’ll both laugh about this moment.” He finishes with a bright smile and a happy clap. Screw Natasha and Pepper, he can be reasonable and mature. He’s not the one waving a butcher knife around after all.

Said knife is slowly lowered by the stranger who tilts his head to one side in a show curiosity. He seems—amused, almost. Or maybe that’s Tony’s screwed perception of reality talking. Clint’s mentioned he has a problem at one point, something about seeing a ravaging monster and cooing over it and wanting to pet it. Which is nonsense, Tony doesn’t want to pet anything. Except maybe the guy’s hair, once it’s been properly cleaned. And that’s not his fault, it looks like it could be fluffy.

“I’m listening,” he drawls, almost like he’s humouring Tony. The joke’s on him though, because Tony is used to being humoured.

“Do you know Stark Tower? What a stupid question, of course you do, but just in case you don’t, it’s the best tattoo studio in the entire country, trust me on that, and it happens to also belong to me. You’d look great with a couple of tattoos by the way, really help round off that assassin-gone-rough vibe you’ve got there, and I’d totally do them for free or maybe not free. Pepper says I’m not supposed to give people things all the time, but you wouldn’t tell on me, right?”

“Anyways, I saw this,” Tony lifts the crumbled paper he’s rescued from the garbage at the café he’s first noticed Mr Tall, Dark and Knifey—and hadn’t that led to a fun conversation with the waitress—and waves it around as if to stress his point, “and you’ve got some real talent with the abstract design there, because this is amazing and I’d want it as a tattoo, wich says something, my taste is fantastic. Also I’m missing a designer because that asshole Wade keeps running off to do one thing or another and I’m not allowed to hire Peter until he’s legal.”

The guy stares at him in bemusement while Tony tries to catch his breath. Admittedly not an uncommon reaction.

“You’re offering me a job?” he asks after a moment in disbelief—and damn, this guy is catching on to Tony-speak real quick, he’s the right choice all right.

“Yup,” Tony nods. He’s thought he’s been fairly obvious.

“You’ve been following me for two subway stations, three bus stops and a couple of dozen street corners to offer me a job because you saw something I’d scribbled down at a café,” the man repeats incredulous.

Tony shrugs. “I didn’t know how to talk to you. Clint says I come on too strong usually.”

“And you thought stalking me would make me feel more at ease?”

“Well, no.” Tony frowns. “Maybe? I wasn’t—but doesn’t prolonged exposure get you used to someone?”

“Prolonged- never mind,” the guy shakes his head. “You’re crazy.”

A pause, then, “I don’t need a job.”

Tony scoffs. “Have you looked at yourself lately?” he asks, mulls over his words for a moment when the man tenses. “Alright, that might have come across as offensive but seriously. I don’t care if you need a job or not, it’s yours if you want it. Just show up sometime next week and tell Natty I hired you and if Clint is there please throw your knife at him, he’s an ass and screams like a banshee.” Tony searches his pockets for a moment before he finds one of his, admittedly worse for wear, business cards and offers it to Mr Death By Blade.

“You’re crazy,” the man states again, but he takes the card.

“Get used to it,” Tony smiles is sunniest smile because take that Clint, he can hire new staff without getting anyone killed.

*

“Have you ever even held a tattoo gun in your life? It’s not a real gun, for fuck’s sake! Tony!” Clint is heard screaming in exasperation through the studio a couple of days later. “What the fuck where you thinking when you hired Bucky?!”

Tony doesn’t look up from where he’s carefully drawing the worlds’ prettiest butterfly onto a young woman’s shoulder when he yells back, “Who the hell is Bucky?!”

*

[Bonus: “You’re taking all this surprisingly well,” Bucky comments at one point.

Clint shrugs. Takes a look at one of the designs over the newbie’s shoulder.

“Tony’s as fucked in the head as they come, but he’s a freaking genius at finding the best. If he’s hired you than that’s what you are. He wouldn’t settle for anything less.”

A moment of thoughtful silence follows, before.

“In three weeks, I’m gonna tell you how he hired Tasha.”

“Why in three weeks?”

“Studio rule. If you’ve made it three weeks without killing anyone, you’re part of the team.”

“Inside the studio or in general?”

“…you’re gonna fit right in.”]



I think I’m having way too much fun with this…

He was bad news. His skin was an art, covered with tattoos. He was everything I was told to stay away from. And yet still, I found my self lying in his arms. He was heartless, cold, selfish.That’s what they all said. But what I saw was a lost boy, searching for love, searching for warmth. His every move pushed me towards the level of insanity and yet still, I fell for him, hard. He was the devil. And I? Well, I was the devil’s angel.
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HSAU Drabble: Alex at the Zoo

Part I: The Zoo

“Hold me tighter.” Clarke mumbled, burrowing back into Lexa’s arms.

Lexa chuckled, complying with her wife’s demand. It wasn’t often that she was the big spoon, but she thoroughly enjoyed holding Clarke all night.

“It…almost feels like we’re in high school.” Clarke rasped, her voice still heavy with sleep.

Lexa smirked, squeezing Clarke’s hip. “You look like you’re still in college.” She complimented.

“You feel like you are.” Clarke replied, fingers reaching back to graze Lexa’s abs.

“Perks of being a young mom.” Lexa replied, grateful that they went with their gut instinct to have Alex at 25.

“And being an NFL superstar.” Clarke gloated, turning around in Lexa’s arms to face her.

“Hey.” Lexa murmured, kissing Clarke’s lips almost instantly.

“Hey yourself, pretty girl.” Clarke pressed herself against Lexa’s warmth.

“ZOO!” The warcry of their toddler shook clexa from their post sex bliss.

“Oh fuck.” Clarke mumbled, and Lexa grinned.

“ZOO! ZOO! ZOO!” Alex’s excited shrieks echoed in the hallways of their home.

“Gee, I wonder where we’re going today.” Lexa teased.

“God, I love her little toddler voice.” Clarke murmured. “Have you noticed she has a little lisp sometimes?”

“I have.” Lexa smiled, leaning against the headboard as she put an arm around Clarke, pulling her in and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Three, two, one..” Lexa murmured, and like clockwork, Alex ran into the room, a blur. She was wearing her underwear, her shirt nowhere to be found. Her hair was in a soft braid Clarke had done for her the night before. She ran into the room and nearly barrelled into Fish, who was peacefully sleeping in his corner. She rolled to a stop and glanced up, giving Clarke and Lexa a baby-toothed grin.

“Zoo!” She shrieked. And then, as an afterthought, “Hello mommas.”

“Good morning, baby girl.” Lexa grinned. “Where is your shirt?”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Shirt?” She repeated. Then, she blinked. “I dunno.”

Clarke chuckled. “Who needs em, right?” She sneakily slid her hands up Lexa’s abs, grazing them approvingly.

Alex nodded, scrambling over to the edge of the bed. “I come.” She announced, grappling with the sheets as she struggled to hoist herself up.

“Help her.” Clarke pouted, and Lexa laughed, easily scooping Alex up with a well muscled arm.

“Thank you momma.” Alex dutifully chirped, moving to wiggle her butt into the nonexistent space between them.

“You’re very welcome.” Lexa laughed, kissing her head.

“So, why do you want to go to the zoo?” Clarke questioned. She knew it was a basic question, but she also knew that it was important to help Alex articulate her ideas, to develop her speech.

Plus, it was fucking cute to hear her talk.

“Amimals.” Alex squeaked.

“What was that?” Clarke grinned.

“Amimals?”

“Animals?” Lexa offered.

“Amimals.” Alex nodded.

“….Alright.” Clarke chuckled. “What kind of animals do you think we’re gonna see, baby girl?”

“…Raccoons!” Alex almost yelled in excitement.

“…Alex we could just hang around the trash bins at night if you’re so excited to see Raccoons.” Lexa smirked.

Alex blinked. “Raccoon lives in my trash?”

Lexa shook her head. “Why do you love raccoons so much anyway?”

Alex’s gaze softened and she placed a little hand on Lexa’s cheek. “They you momma.”

Lexa’s heart skipped a beat, and she kissed Alex’s hand, smiling uncontrollably.

Clarke couldn’t help her grin either, her heart warmed at the sight of their baby being so affectionate to her mother. Little Lexa indeed.

“What animal is your mommy, then?” Lexa asked softly.

“Lion!” Alex replied readily.

“A lion?” Clarke quipped. “Why?”

“Brave.” Alex nodded wisely. “And pretty.”

It was Clarke’s turn to blush like a fool, kissing Alex’s chubby cheeks, already wide for a smile.

“…We go?” Alex huffed.

“We will! What about breakfast, first?” Clarke reminded.

“…Hot dogs?” Alex cited her favorite food.

Lexa made a face. “What about a kale smoothie?”

Alex shushed Lexa, putting an index finger against her lips. “Shhh, momma.” Alex whispered.

Clarke grinned. “That’s my girl. But she’s right, you can’t eat hotdogs for breakfast.”

Alex frowned. “But….Smurphy…”

Clarke raised a brow. “Uncle Murphy gives you hotdogs for breakfast?”

Alex’s eyes went wide, and she knew she was in trouble. She wriggled free from Clarke’s grip and dove off the bed, running as fast her her little legs would carry her, back to the safety of her room.

Lexa snorted, watching in amusement. “Very nutritious.” She quipped.

Clarke shrugged, wiggling back into Lexa’s arms. “Gives us more cuddle time.”

Lexa smiled, kissing Clarke’s forehead. “I don’t know why she wants to go to the zoo so badly. If she wants to see a bunch of unruly animals, she can visit the delinquents for free.”

Clarke gasped, shoving Lexa. “Jerk.” She moved to get out of bed, but Lexa laughed, effortlessly pulling Clarke back into her arms.

“Fuck your insanely hot tattooed super strong biceps.” Clarke grumbled, but her true mood was revealed when she kissed Lexa’s arm instead. She turned to Lexa, kissing her jaw. “Thank you.” She murmured.

“For what?” Lexa quirked a brow, pulling Clarke flush against her.

“For Alex.” Clarke sighed in adoration.

Lexa grinned. “That’s half of your doing, my love.”

“I’m pretty sure she gets her sweetness from you, though.” Clarke whispered, her heart melting for Lexa’s kind eyes.

The two met in a soft kiss, sighing against one another’s lips, enjoying the blissful existence they’d created for themselves.

“Do you think we can get away with hats and sunglasses?” Lexa asked, after a moment of brief silence.

“I don’t think it’ll be that hot.”

“Clarke, I meant for privacy, so we don’t get swarmed for photos and followed around all day. Remember Saturday at the mall?”

Clarke smirked. “Babe, you’re kind of drop dead gorgeous. People recognize you from your lips alone.”

Lexa blushed. “And I’m guessing if I bring my wife and daughter along, we’ll be unmistakable.”

Clarke nodded. “But don’t worry, I don’t mind.”

“I just want to give Alex a normal time.” Lexa sighed, running her fingers through her hair.

“Baby, Alex is fine. She just gets jealous, so hold her.” Clarke laughed. “Now, we have to get dressed.”

“And leave the warmth of our bed?” Lexa teased, tightening her hold on Clarke.

“The sooner we leave, the sooner we can come back, and Alex will be burnt out and exhausted.”

“Clarke Woods, you minx.” Lexa smirked.

-0-

It was several hours before the family arrived at the zoo, mainly because Alex had insisted on wearing a raccoon onesie.

Clarke had to explain to her that she’d have a heatstroke in them, and she trudged off grumpily, only to return in a limited edition Lexa Woods jersey.

Lexa had to explain to her that they would get noticed a lot more quickly if she wore that, and Alex trudged off once again, cursing her mothers under her breath.

In the end, Alex matched her outfit to Lexa’s, and while it was no less conspicuous than wearing Lexa’s jersey, she couldn’t find the heart to say no.

Both wore crop tops and jean shorts, looking positively fashionable for the summer. (Alex’s tummy stuck out a little, and she was proud of her self-proclaimed abs, like Lexa’s.)

Alex got her hair done in two little braids, and she was the spitting image of Lexa, sunglasses on her head, down to the same exact hat.

Clarke found it so adorable that she took nearly fifty photos of the two, saving one to tweet at the end of the day, when they weren’t recognizable in the public eye.

From there, it was a decent drive to the zoo, and they were off past the main gate, maps in hand.

Alex vehemently protested against her stroller, and when Clarke mentioned that she’d get tired, Lexa won both their hearts by murmuring, “I’ll carry her when she’s tired.”

This was Alex’s first time at the zoo, and she was positively bursting with excitement.

“Okay, Alex, where do you want to- Alex?” Lexa glanced up from the map, watching her toddler make a beeline for the crocodile tank on the side of the entrance, the crocodile pressed right up against the glass, looking lethargic as ever.

“There she goes.” Clarke whistled, Lexa hastening to follow after Alex.

“I’m not sure how I feel about taking our child to see so many depressed animals in captivity.” Lexa murmured, as they caught up to Alex, who looked a little scared.

“But the zoo is making changes.” Clarke reminded. “They’re helping to save endangered species and educate people.”

“I will put aside my inner protester for the sake of our child.” Lexa quipped.

“Mommies.” Alex whispered, turning to Clarke and Lexa with a low voice.

Lexa quirked a brow amusedly, sliding her arm around Clarke, squeezing her hip, as if to wordlessly say God, that’s adorable.

“What’s up baby?” Clarke asked, encouraging her to talk, knowing how beneficial it was for her development. She’d read somewhere that it wasn’t good to baby-talk a toddler, rather, to speak to them as an adult, but sometimes they couldn’t help it. They settled for a healthy balance of both, encouraging conversation and provoking thought.

“…Scary.” Alex gulped.

Well, that wasn’t quite the speech she’d hoped for, but Alex looked a little too frightened to form proper sentences at the moment.

Lexa eyed Alex thoughtfully. “Yeah? What kind of animal is it?”

“Alligator.” Alex whispered.

Lexa clicked her tongue. “Nope.” She replied, pointing to the sign. “That’s a crocodile, baby. You know the difference?”

Alex blinked. “Alligators are boys and Crocodiles are girls.”

“…No. What?” Lexa blinked, equally as confused.

Clarke grinned, chuckling amusedly. “No, baby. They’re different species. They’re not the same.”

“Ohhhh.” Alex nodded, pretending to be deep in thought.

“Why are we whispering?” Lexa questioned.

“Because it’s sleeping!” Alex whisper-yelled, ironically.

Lexa laughed. “Alex, it’s enclosed. It can’t get to you. But thank you for being polite, and not screaming. You don’t have to whisper, you can talk lowly.”

Alex looked tentative, “…Wake up?” She half asked, half mumbled.

“I don’t think he will. He looks pretty comfy.” Clarke replied with a smile.

Alex looked deep in thought with a furrowed brow. “Momma?”

“Yeah, pretty girl?”

“Can you…win a crocodile?”

“Win?” Lexa smiled. “What do you mean?”

Alex looked lost in thought, trying to piece together the words. “Um, you fight crocodile?”

Clarke snorted a laugh. Some nearby visitors looked appalled at the suggestion of animal cruelty.

Lexa blushed. “Alex I don’t need to fight it-”

“But-”

“I think it’d be a tie.” Clarke lied easily, taking Alex’s hand. “Why don’t we move on?”

Alex nodded excitedly. “Raccoons?”

Lexa smiled, taking her other hand. “Maybe. But I hear they have some pretty neat giraffes.”

“Ooooooh.” Alex drawled. “Like Smurphy.”

“That’s right.” Clarke laughed. “Just like Uncle Murphy’s favorite animal.”

-0-

“Zebras…’n…lions…’n tigers…’n giraffes, and….monkeys! And birdies! And piggies, n’ owls, snakies, ugly lizards-”

“How long has this been going on?” Clarke questioned as she approached with a bag of popcorn and a soft pretzel for Alex.

“…A while. She’s trying to list every animal we’ve seen so far.” Lexa explained, balancing Alex on her hip, strong arms holding their tiny daughter.

Clarke wore an amused look. “And you let her go on like this?”

Lexa clutched her heart with her free hand. “I love her so much, Clarke. I love watching her talk, even if it’s nonsense. She reminds me of you.”

Clarke scowled. “Are you saying I talk nonsense?” She smacked Lexa’s arm playfully.

Lexa smiled. “No, I meant…the way she gets excited when she talks about things she’s passionate about. I see so much of you in her.”

Clarke swooned. “Funny, I see her as mini you.” She turned to Alex, who was gazing at the pretzel longingly, the same way Clarke and Lexa looked at each other.

Clarke laughed. “Here, baby.” She handed Alex the pretzel as they sat down at a table, watching Alex happily munch on it with her baby teeth, making little excited squeals like a hungry kitten.

Clarke was content with popping a piece of popcorn past Lexa’s lips, feeding her with a wry smile.

“What?” Lexa blinked.

“Isn’t this too unhealthy for you?” Clarke smirked. “Too buttery?”

Lexa rolled her eyes. “I have cheat days, Clarke.”

“Oh? Do your cheat days allow for dessert?” Clarke drawled in a low voice.

Lexa grinned. “You’re playful today.”

“Seeing you being a doting mother turns me on.” Clarke shrugged innocently, sliding a hand on Lexa’s thigh.

“Clarke.” Lexa whined. “Not here.”

“People aren’t even look-”

“Oh my god.” A third, younger voice interrupted them, followed by giggles. Clarke and Lexa glanced up, noting the overly excited teenager regarding them with a huge smile. “You’re Lexa Woods! And Clarke Griffin!”

Alex turned around from her seat, scowling with her pretzel in hand, cinnamon dusting her mouth. She looked instantly grumpy, seemingly aware of what was next.

“Oh boy.” Alex mumbled and rolled her eyes.

“And baby Alex!” The girl gushed, her grin widening. “You’re so adorable!”

At that, Alex’s frown slowly spread into a smirk as she nodded, smiling a cheshire toddler grin. “Piture?” She asked in her toddler accent, and Clarke and Lexa exchanged surprised glances.

“That would be amazing, thanks!” The girl nodded, and Lexa noticed that she was wearing a Grounders shirt with her number on it. She smiled at that.

“You take.” Alex instructed, moving to pose between Clarke and Lexa.

Clarke snorted a laugh. “Baby, she wants a picture with you, not of you.”

Lexa chuckled, scooping Alex up into her arms.

“Ohhhhh.” Alex chorused. “Sure, honey.”

“Honey?” Lexa mouthed to Clarke with a surprised look.

“She’s been spending too much time with my mom.” Clarke sighed apologetically, as their fan laughed. “Come on over, Lex has long arms. She can take a selfie.”

The girl was absolutely thrilled as she came to sit beside them, smiling broadly for the picture, shaking a little in her excitement.

“Thank you!” She gushed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your lunch. I’m just…I’m such a huge fan. Of both of you. My girlfriend and I…well, we didn’t really have a role model couple to look up to until you guys.”

Clarke smiled brightly, clearly touched by the words, sharing a loving glance with Lexa. “Thank you, that’s so sweet. You aren’t bothering us at all, don’t worry.”

Lexa nodded. “That’s very sweet, thank you.” She added, noticing the girl digging into her bag, likely for a pen. “Can I…sign that jersey for you?” Lexa offered with an amused smile.

The girl flushed, looking thrilled. “I was going to ask you! If it’s not too much!”

“Pretzel?” Alex offered like a puppy, tilting her head to the side as she offered the girl her half eaten pretzel.

Clarke rushed to grab the pretzel, laughing it off. “Alex, you can’t offer people food you’ve eaten.”

Alex blinked. “Yummy.” She insisted.

The girl grinned. “Thanks anyway Alex. I’m a huge fan.”

“Me too.” Alex answered cluelessly, watching as Lexa moved to sign the back of the shirt she was wearing.

“Thank you so much!” The girl beamed. “Enjoy the rest of your day! Bye, Alex!”

“Buh-bye.” Alex waved enthusiastically.

As soon as the girl bounded back to her group of friends, Alex turned to her moms, eyeing them wryly.

“Someone’s getting used to the attention.” Clarke quipped.

“It helps that she wasn’t flirtatious.” Lexa replied, kissing Alex’s  head.

Lexa stole a bite of Alex’s pretzel, and Alex squealed.

“Hey!” She whined.

“I’m your mom, I can finish your food.” Lexa replied with a wink.

“Ohhhhh.” Alex nodded, patting Lexa’s cheek. “Okay.”

Lexa grinned, kissing a chubby cheek. “Did you have fun, baby girl?”

Alex nodded, and then paused, quizzical.

“I know that look.” Clarke grimaced. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Alex sighed, dramatically clutching her heart. “No Raccoons?” She asked, her lower lip quivering.

“Not here.” Clarke sighed, rubbing her back. “But…do you really want to see them?”

“Yes!” Alex leapt up. “Yes yes yes mommies.”

Lexa exchanged a surprised look with Clarke, but remained silent.

-0-

“Lexa, cheer up.”

“Clarke.” Lexa rolled her eyes good naturedly. “It’s eleven PM, I’m out by the dumpsters, I’m cold, you promised me sex, and why-”

“LOOK!” Alex, who’d been staring patiently, waiting for almost an hour, shrieked when she saw what she was  looking for. A family of raccoons had come out, digging their way into the trash, scurrying back and forth with containers in their grasp, a safe distance away.

“MOMMA!” Alex nearly roared, shaking with excitement like the girl who’d asked for an autograph earlier that day. “IT’S YOU! IT’S YOU!”

“Gee, thanks.”