Buzzed - C l a r k e

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(Finally updated 😁)

For some reason, the blonde decided to take you in under her wing. Clarke felt bad for you and you knew that, the way she looked at you, or how she talked especially around the other guys.

There was something off about it. It was like she knew exactly where to go when she guided you as quickly as she could out of the acid fog into a small compartment.

As you climbed down you noticed this was a very large space. It reminded you of the ark's housing. All metal but tidying up and organized.

She let you go on your own curiosity and look at a picture of a happy family. They were all huddled up, smiling and laughing together.

You couldn't help but smile just a little on how happy, but how soon their lives were going to end. You took the picture out of its original golden frame and looked at the back.

The pen ink was smudged but still readable. It read:

09/16/2051

A shaky breath escaped your mouth as the picture slipped from your hand. Clarke frowned at you, trying to read your blank face. You licked your lips, trying to find words.

"A year before," you manage to say and that made Clarke only more confused. "Y/n, what the hell does that mean?" She hisses. You turn your heel to look directly at her.

"This was taken a year before the war." You could feel the lump in your throat as you try to talk to her. You knew this shouldn't effect you as much as it was doing right now, but it was fucked up.

The family didn't know what was coming, they had lives and other families ahead of them, all to be swept away.

Clarke put a hand on your shoulder, her thumb rubbing soft circles around the top. "That is all in the past, y/n, why are you so stuck on it?" She asked in a softer voice.

You clench your jaw and shrug. "I don't know," you lied, turning your whole body to the mattress on the ground. You decide to sit on it, Clarke following you. You see her eyes light up as she runs to a semi open box covered in cobwebs and dust.

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed, opening it up and grabbing the bottle. You frown as you try to catch a glimpse of it.

Her hand dusts off the dust on the small green bottle and she comes back to you with a big grin.

"Gin," she explained and you nodded. You never knew her to be that type, the one open to drink anything that she gets her hands on. But I guess you didn't know her that well.

She pops the bottle open and a small seep of air comes out and her grin gets impossibly bigger. She pushes the drink to you and you shake her head.

"Come on, y/n, go first," she pleads and you chuckle.

"No by all means, you go Clarke," you reply with a devilish smirk and she rolls her eyes. She looks at it for a quick moment before taking a swig. The blonde's face was priceless and you couldn't help but laugh.

She scoffs at you. "Alright mr.tough guy, you take a swig." The green bottle is suddenly in your hands and you take a long sigh before deciding the worst and best decision of your life.

You felt a burn crawl down your throat, but it wasn't half bad. You could taste the spices but then taste the alcohol that wasn't the best taste. You scrunch your face as the taste settles on your tongue and she giggles.

You blush slightly as she has been staring at you this whole time. You both look down at your laps to hide the embarrassment on your faces. But you eventually warm up Clarke.

After a few hours you both were drunk and couldn't see straight. Your head was in Clarke's lap and she was caressing your soft hair while you both giggled at some stupid joke she made. This couldn't have been more perfect. Her hands roamed down to your cheeks and she caressed your rough skin.

"You're beautiful, Y/n," she blurted, not even caring on what she said. Your face became red and you couldn't help but smile.

"The first time I saw you on the drop ship, it was like looking at my soulmate." You frowned slightly as you thought about that sentence. She must've really liked you for her to say that.

"Is that why you always act weird around me?" You ask. She laughs along with your words and you could tell she leaned in a little.

"Yeah maybe," she confessed and you couldn't believe you had the guts to do it but you did. You leaned up and pressed your lips to hers. With was like a tiny firework explosion in your mind. Almost of colors, it made your whole body melt on how safe she felt in that moment. Clarke leaned in a little more, her hand reaching to the back of your neck to grasp you.

Nothing was sweeter than to lay in the lap of someone that likes you a lot. She pulled back, her ocean blue eyes looking at you with some kind of question. You nod, like you knew her question.

Are you okay?

But soon enough, your eyes became drooped, like you were wearing 1,000 on your eyelids.

"Here," she whispered, moving herself so now you were on the mattress. She covered you up in the blanket, took of her shoes and jacket and curled up beside you.

Once again her hands were in your hair, gentle and rubbing at your scalp. She started to hum beautiful notes, not a song, but something sweet.
"Go to sleep," she husked and you felt everything go black. It felt like home again.

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