#drunk!clarke

[bellarkeprompts]

Modern day au where Bellamy just drove drunk Clarke home and he puts her to bed but half-asleep Clarke pulls him by his shirt and practically yells at him to stay but like not dramatically just like “im cold can you stay pls thanks” and wakes up in the morning but doesnt move

[polis-fiction-blog]

a drunk Clarke breaking into a cranky Lexa’s apartment.

[tasteslikejoy]

The 100 Social Media AU, 4/?

Drunk Clarke and social media.

[adhdradio]

so maisyc suggested drunk Clarke and this happened...oops. here you go Maisy, Clarke drunk af.  enjoy :)

First cup of moonshine.

The party was Bellamy's idea.  "The bridge is out, I see no reason not to celebrate."  Monty was brewing moonshine all through the night, and Clarke decided she was going to drink it.  Because dammit, she deserved it.  She had been caring for bloody, feverish kids for the past couple of days, and she needed to chill out.  She felt the moonshine like fire in her throat and down to her stomach, but then she cooled off and started to relax a little.  It felt good, to let go.

Second cup of moonshine.

Clarke raced another moderately tipsy kid down the path, and they both tripped over a stick that another kid stuck into the path at the last second.  They fell to the ground laughing and Clarke flipped over to look at the night sky.  For some reason, space looked a lot prettier from the ground.

Third cup of moonshine.

Clarke was a happy drinker.  She sipped moonshine out of a metal cup while chatting with a few of the other kids.  Bellamy walked up to her.

"Having fun there, Clarke?"  The other kid laughed merrily as they walked away and Clarke turned to chat with Bellamy.  She hadn't had the opportunity for casual conversation since the Unity Day festivities.

"Hey there Bellamy, are you not having fun, as usual?"  She giggled, cheeks all pink with a tipsy sort of glow.  Bellamy shook his head, smiling.  It was always fun for him to see Clarke like that, like a normal kid.  It kept things real.

"Somebody has to make sure the rest of you partiers stay safe, and it isn't going to be you, obviously," he joked, gesturing at her slightly off balance form.

"I am just fine, I've done worse than this."  She looked into her cup, realizing it was empty.  "Well it looks like I need more of this."  She winked at Bellamy and turned to find Monty for a refill.  Bellamy watched her leave, stumbling only once, and chuckled to himself.  That girl must have been one of the most fun girls on the Ark.

Fourth cup of moonshine.

She wasn't sure why, but that last drink all but killed the buzz from her first three.  Incidentally, while Clarke was all fun and games at tipsy, she was an emotional drunk.  Unfortunately, this is when Finn decided to show up.

"Clarke?"

"Oh.  Hey Finn.  You tried the moonshine?"

He made a face, like he was uncomfortable, and she should have known what was coming next.  "I really don't think we should be celebrating.  We killed people today, Clarke.  And they'll be coming back to kill us.  I just--"

"You just what?  You think that everything down here can be fixed with your stupid little unicorns and rainbows, FInn, but it can't.  News flash, we are at war which you pretty much caused, and people are going to die, and we are going to kill some of them.  That's kind of how it works."  Clarke was slurring, and her voice was rising, but she didn't stop.  "You can't just peace and love this war away, spacewalker, "she exclaimed, venom lacing her voice, "just like you can't hug and kiss away the fact you banged me while you had a girlfriend.  Who you didn't tell me about."

"Clarke..."

"No, you know what?  It's fiiiine because all I have to do is trust you, right?"  She spat on the dirt.  "Trust you, what a joke."

She marched off, drunken tears stinging her eyes, with a bewildered Finn looking on.  She needed another drink.

Fifth cup of moonshine.

Clarke gripped the cup as she stumbled through camp.  Was Monty brewing the moonshine stronger by the batch?  It seemed like it.  She needed a place to lie down.  She stumbled into a tent and saw a bed covered in furs.  "That looks nice."

"Yeah, it also looks like mine."  She turned to see Bellamy smirking at her.  She was miles past tipsy now, just short of completely smashed, and Bellamy's smirk lessened a little when he saw her bleary, drunk eyes.  "Princess how much did you drink?"

"I dunno, a few cups.  Monty is brewing it stronger isn't he."

"I guess.  Jeez.  You okay?"

Normally, Clarke would have brushed that question off quickly and made her way out of the tent.  Normally, Clarke was not drunk.  "No," she let out as she sat on the bed.  "I'm not."  She seemed to realize something all of a sudden and instantly stood back up.  "Of course I'm not, are you stupid?  My dad is dead, I watched him get floated.  I was thrown down to earth with one hundred other criminals.  My best friend was killed by a little girl who then killed herself after I tried so hard to save her.  My mom is dead because something went wrong with the dropship that was supposed to bring us backup.  We're at war.  And I'm leading this whole shit show.  And I'm not even eighteen yet!"  She huffed and went to march out of the tent when Bellamy grabbed her arm.

"Alright, alright, come back."  He pulled her back around to face him, hand on her shoulders.  "You are drunk.  And you are apparently an angry drunk.  Let me tell you.  You have every right to be angry.  Life sucks and it's not fair and this whole situation is bull.  But need I remind you that you're not the only one running this shit show."

"I am pissed!"

"Okay."

"At Finn,"

"Fine by me."

"At you."

"Why me?"

Clarke looked at him for a moment.  "I dunno, you're easy to get mad at, I guess."  Her eyes searched his face for a minute, and then, without warning, she kissed him.  It lasted a second.  She pulled away, blushing, looking everywhere but his face this time.  "You're going to forget that tomorrow," she muttered.

Bellamy chuckled.  "Actually, Princess, I think you're going to forget that tomorrow."  She started to sit on the floor, and he caught her and led her over to sit on the bed.  He took off her shoes for her and let her climb into bed.  He tucked her in and kissed her forehead.  "Sweet dreams, you're going to feel like hell in the morning."