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[itsabea]

Drunk!March x Reader who doesn't drink || Part 2

Description: After March gets you a drink at the bar and discovers that you don't drink, things take an unexpected turn when he comforts, and continues to talk to you in his drunken state.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, one mention of internalised pressure to drink(ft. young March, not Reader)

Part One: here

"I don't drink.." You mumbled out as March's brain cogs seeming to stop, only to start up again to take in your words. "You don't.. Drink.." He repeated, making you slouch in on yourself in embarrassment. "Oh...." March exclaimed, frowning deeply as you sighed.

This wasn't how your night was supposed to go.. You were supposed to be enjoying yourself, not getting all nervous over some stupid, horrid tasting drink. Part of you wanted to leave.. But the next thing March said kept you in your seat.

"Well- I guess that's fair.. It tasted like crap to me for three weeks straight...." March said, taking a momentary swig back of his current beer before smiling at you widely. "Buut, that doesn't mean shit if you don't get anything out of it." He said, a goofy smile now spread even wider across his face.

You frowned at his words, not because they didn't make sense, but because they sounded strange coming from someone like March.

It actually had you wondering if he was more than just some ass that liked to belittle you. "I guess.. Thanks, March." You finally said, still slouching in on your self, but allowing your shoulders to relax a bit.

"No problem." He said back with a lopsided smile before taking another swig of beer.

A strange silence grew between you and March before either of you spoke, but strangely enough, it wasn't heavy or uncomfortable for you. So, when you spoke up it was because of curiosity instead of obligation.

"So, what got you past the disgusting taste?" You said, mixing around the beer in its container as you looked at it with distain. March gave out a noise that resembled the words 'I dunno' as he shrugged and took another sip of his beer before elaborating. "Everyone else was drinking.. Felt wrong not to." He said, which made you frown and contemplate again about possibility of March being a decent person..

"If I was a strong as you, I probably wouldn't have kept at it.." March said, flustering you with the sudden, strange complement.

Did March.. Really just call you strong?? Maybe you misheard him call you stubborn? He is drunk, and he could've just misspoken- "Still can't believe how much you've managed to do.. Town looks and operates so much fucking better than it did before.." March said with visible irritation in his tone, and taking a much heavier swig of beer.

"Oh- Thanks, I-" You started, but didn't get to finish your words as a result of March speaking past you. "Strong, determined, resourceful, fucking kind- I mean, what the hell can't you do..??" March said, facing you with squinted eyes that bored into you like he was trying to find and figure something out.

Unfortunately, March didn't seem to find what he wanted after staring at you for a good few seconds, and with the embarrassed heat spreading across your face, you were now fairly certain that this man would be the death of you. "Hm." March said after having gone back to his drink, leaving you very confused and the slightest bit more flustered.

After a few more conversations with March, you decided to call it a night and head back home before your exhaustion managed to catch up with you. And to your surprise, March ended up being drunk enough to cling to your arm when you announced that you'd be heading home.

"No." March demanded with a pout as you smiled at him with fondness and confusion. "I've got to go home, March." You said back, now thinking of a way that might sway him to let go, only for said male to repeat his words with a frown and much bigger pout. "No."

You sighed in partial annoyance, but mostly amusement at the strange display. "You'll see me tomorrow, March. I'll be sure to visit the Forge and upgrade my tools, okay?" You said, only for March to make a face and hold onto you tighter.

"No. I'll just be an ass to you again.." March said, pouting even more as if he himself hated the way he treated you.

"Come on, March.. Your not.... Your not that bad.." You lied, knowing full well that March's words would sometimes hit you right where you're most insecure and vulnerable.

"Don't fucking lie.. I'm an ass to you.... Don't wanna keep being an ass to you.." He said, slurring his words as he slumped slightly like a sad, old dog.

You couldn't help but purse your lips, thinking of something to say to March that was both true, and would allow you to free yourself from his hold on you.

"Then.. Teach me some smithing techniques when I'm at the Forge tomorrow. You'll be so busy showing off how cool you are, that you probably won't insult me as much." You offered, mentally kicking yourself for roping future you into a smithing lesson with March.

With a low, 'hmpf', March let go of your arm and leaned against the bar counter slightly. He was still pouting, but his cheeks were now dusted in a light red.

"I'll see you tomorrow at 2 then.. Don't be late, or I won't be teaching you anything." March said, watching you not-so-subtly as you smiled at him before bidding him, and the rest of the patrons a goodnight.

The next day had you worried, yet extremely productive. You were up an hour before usual, had watered and fed your animals in record time, and had even finished todays Request in the matter of minutes because you had already foraged plenty of the needed material the day before.

You ended up heading to the forge at 1:40 with all the ores for upgrading your tools. All day, you had been avoiding the whole area of said shop, going so far as to take the path through The Narrows and through your farm to get from The Eastern Ruins to The Western Ruins. That was a whole hour that you'll never get back, and yet you're fully willing to do so again.

Your worries and nerves for seeing March today were frankly making your day a lot harder than need be. And the thing that had you take a breath and relax? The thing that had you actually pluck up the courage to wholeheartedly stick to your agreement with March's drunk state?

It was when you talked with Olric at the General Store, where he told you that March spent all morning sobering up while writing out some "lesson plan", and that he had been at the forge looking anxious and only half working since 10.

Needless to say, you thanked him profusely and headed straight home for your needed ores. And when you finally got sight of the Forge.. March was tapping his foot on the floor with impatience while what looked to be pacing.

The relieved sigh that escaped you formed into a content smile that you didn't even want to hold back. "Your late." March said when he caught sight of you nearing his shop. "-But I'll let it slide.." He said quickly after as your smile grew ever so slightly.

"What's that look for? C'mon, let's get to work.." March said, turning as you mentally thanked your past self for making that deal. You now got to see a new, slightly nicer, and much less drunken side of March.

[itsabea]

Drunk!March x Reader who doesn't drink

Description: When you get given some beer from your favourite Blacksmith on a Friday night, who are you to say no? Well, part of you does, since you've never really had alcohol before.

Warnings: slight angst at the end(i didn't mean to- i swear!!), alcohol, swearing, slight social pressure to drink(inflicted by reader),

thank @xxoomiii for getting my brain in a writing mood from her writing. the piece is here for those interested :))

this ended up changing so much from my original idea of "two people getting drunk" to "social anxiety about not drinking alcohol" because i just dont like alcohol- imsorryyyy- i didn't mean to turn it into angst..!!

Part Two: here

You were so ready to have a night at the Inn today. That day was filled with farming, foraging, and fishing, and you were so ready to put down your 'Town Helper' hat and put on your oh, so lovely 'Tired, Rest Needing Citizen' hat.

When you entered the Inn, everyone was doing their own group activities or mingling already. Instead of going to the first group you saw after entering like usual, you decided to take in the whole room for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. This is exactly what you needed; the cosy atmosphere, the sound of lively chatter, and the tight-knit community of people that were all so welcoming- Well, almost everyone.. But that exception would no doubt be drunk off his chair and have the most joyous grin in the room plastered on his face.

And without a second of delay, you heard March call out to you like clockwork. "Heeyyyy..!! C'mere, c'mere- Haave a drink!" March slurred out after somehow both whining and singing your name.

March's words worked like a charm anyway, having you head to him with a slight eye roll and humoured smile as you went. The thing is, you were quite fond of March- Exceedingly more so when he was drunk, which was a fact you didn't like very much. But either way, something about him had you intrigued and interested in him.

At first it was simply platonic curiosity, like how a scientist would want to test their theory. Only, it didn't stay that way for long, and now you had a much stronger emotion tailing you; having you think about him on a near daily basis.

And now it was a sad routine you'd partake in on a weekly basis: talk to March and get insulted, talk to March and get a huff as reply, talk to March and get told to get out of his way, talk to March and get insulted once again.. And then there was the one day of the week that when you talked to him, he wasn't a complete ass.

It made Friday's so much nicer, even though you still knew it was likely fake.. But at this point you would take whatever you could get.

Scooting in next to March, you smiled at him and pushed back your previous thoughts. "Hey, March. How many drinks are you on now?" You asked with a cheeky grin, only for March to grin back and hold his head up high. "Ten." He said confidently, which only made you burst out laughing at his blatant lie.

"He's on his second beer now." Hemlock clarified by half whispering to you from over bar. After you smiled and nodded at Hemlock as a small thanks, you turned your attention back to March, hoping to have a non insult filled conversation- But you froze, smile dropping when March spoke up.

"Oh, hey! We should get you a drink..! Hey Hemlock, can you get us another beer??" March said, smiling away like an idiot as Hemlock denied him the drink. "Finish the one you've got and if you're still standing we'll talk, March." He said, frowning slightly as March clarified. "No, no..! Not for me." March smile out, pointing to you as Hemlock agreed and set out a beer in front of you.

You didn't quite know what to do.. You've never really drunken alcohol before - apart from the time that you first tried it alone and thought it was disgusting. Should you decline and apologise? Or should you just get it over with and try the dreaded beverage again? After all, it might taste different, and it was March that was paying..

You took an experimental sip, and it defintiely tasted just as bad as when you had first tried alcohol. It was just so.. Yeugh that it made you wonder why people even drink the stuff. So much so that you took another, much smaller, sip to make sure it didn't have a hidden taste to it..

Nope! The before taste, during taste, and after taste were all bad. And after having made he face of slight disgust, you heard March laugh slightly from beside you.

"Hahaha..!! Do you like wine or somethin'??" He asked, making you pout slightly and shift in your seat uncomfortably. "No.. I haven't tried it.." You said, looking down at the beer in your hands with a frown. Maybe if you drank some more, you'd end up liking- "But if you don't like beer and haven't tried wine.." March said, trailing off as he gave himself a moment for his thoughts to catch up to his words.

You decided to give the guy a break and answer for him, not prepared for the reaction you were about to get. "I don't drink.." You mumbled out as March's brain cogs seeming to stop, only to start up again to take in your words. "You don't.. Drink.." He repeated, making you slouch in on yourself in embarrassment. "Oh...." March exclaimed, frowning deeply as you sighed.

This wasn't how your night was supposed to go.. You were supposed to be enjoying yourself, not getting all nervous over some stupid, horrid tasting drink. Part of you wanted to leave.. But the next thing March said kept you in your seat.

open ended?? part 2????

idk but thats it for now cause i'm tired and can't deal with much angst in my word diet(i really didn't mean for this to take that kind of turn.. it was supposed to be fun....!)

[itsabea]

March x sad Reader

Description: March tries his best to comfort you after you have a particularly busy day and end up exhausted

Warnings: not proof read, hinting at depression(reader), slight angst, swearing,

this is purely self indulgent- but then again, almost all of my writing is-

You had been so busy today, exceedingly more so than usual. First of all, it was raining, which you didn't mind because it meant your crops were already watered - but things only got more hectic and busy from there on on out..

You collected, put away, sold, and replanted your crops, then went to go fishing for a salmon for Jo's Request that you had accepted about a month ago.. Only to realise about an hour an a half in that it was currently Summer. Now with much less of your energy, you went to the general store to buy some more seeds and a few fruit trees, which left you with a total of 5 Tesserae as a result.

After going back to your farm and planting the saplings and seeds, you realised that it was only two more days until the end of the season. And so, you went back to fishing to try and catch the rest of the Summer fish you need for the Museum. Admittedly, most of that time was spent walking to and from the ponds to the beach, as that's where the rest of the fish you needed were found.

Once it hit 5:30, you realised that it wasn't just the third to last day of the season.. It was also a Friday. Sighing and slumping your head back, you defeatedly headed home to get ready for your weekly visit to the Inn. Hauling the bag full fish with you on your back, you got back to your farm and placed the not so important ones in your shipping bin, only to realise that you needed one more pond fish to finish that collection.... And it only showed up in the rain..

You were tired. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy your new life in Mistria; helping out the town and it's people. Or that today was bad; you had many content and joy filled moments between it all. But you were tired. So, so, tired..

Right now, nothing was more appealing than curling up in your bed, and crying.

So that's what you did. You put away your items, got showered and dressed into your pyjamas, and you laid down in your bed and cried out the remainder of what little was left of your energy.

You didn't even end up falling asleep afterwards like you usually did when crying in your bed.. Which upset you much more than you realised it would.

I mean.. Why get up just to do it all again tomorrow? The next day would likely end up being longer than today as well.. Not that today wasn't enjoyable- But it wasn't as enjoyable as others... People need you around town though, they always tell you that- You're not that important - the townsfolk don't rely on you to live....

You curled up in on yourself more, lying on your side as the tears began to flow down your cheeks again. It felt hopeless. Everything felt like it wasn't worth it anymore. And you continued to cry in your home until a knock sounded on your door.

At first, you thought you had misheard and simply sighed out a sob. But after a much firmer knock, you realised that it wasn't just you hearing things. Tiredly getting up, you assumed it was Adaline or Eiland, popping by to inform you about a new job that needed to be done around town. Or maybe Celine or Hayden needing some sugar or something?

Either way, you knew all four options were kind enough to excuse your tired, red eyes and pyjama clad form, so you didn't bother trying to make yourself the slightest bit presentable before opening the door. Which was a big mistake on your part, because March was the one that stood in your doorframe, looking down at you with a frown you could barley see through your slightly blurred vision.

"Why are you here?" March said suddenly, looking too the side as you rubbed at your eyes to try and clear them up. "Uhm- I live here?" You responded, no energy left to think up or question his presence on your farm.

After a huff and an exaggerated eyeroll, March rephrased went on to rephrase his question. "No- Why aren't you-" But he cut his words short when he watched your head bob forward like a sleepy child. "What, did you get tired from playing in the dirt all day? I can't believe you-" "Fuck you." You said back, one last tear rolling down your cheek as whatever energy you had that was keeping you standing left you.

In that same instant, you felt a falling sensation as your vision went black. You were tired.

Every so often you'd end up seeing glimpses of your home, but it was somehow moving? Your doorframe.. Black.. Your ceiling... Black... Your ceiling light.... Black.... More ceiling..... Black.....

Every time you saw black, you felt relieved and slightly less tired, especially compared to when you could see your home. And then, a warm sensation surrounded you, like you were being wrapped in a big hug that left you yearning for more.

When you reopened your eyes, you found yourself tucked into bed. The blankets were up to your ears as you laid on your side, about to roll over when you finally noticed the red head of hair resting on top of the blankets in front of you. Humming out, with a slight groaned mumbled, you went to speak up but were promptly cut off.

"Shup up and go back to sleep." March said, lifting his head from its resting position to look at you with stern, yet soft eyes. Feeling your tiredness envelope you, you closed your eyes but felt the cogs in your brain ticking. Why was March here? What was he doing? And why were you in your bed- You suddenly remembered falling into March in your doorway, and him carrying you to your bed before tucking you in.

You felt bad for cursing at him now, but you were also much more confused about why he was even at your farm in the first place. "March-" You started, only for said male to cut you off. "Shoosh. I said, 'go back to sleep'." He retorted, and if your eyes weren't still closed, you had a feeling that he'd glare at you again.

You didn't end up going back to sleep, but you did have a very calm conversation with March as you continued to rest with your eyes closed.

"I'm sorry." March said, being the first to speak after he told you to sleep for the second time. "Why-" "Shut up, you're supposed to be asleep." March said, cutting you off as moment of silence followed before he ended up answering your question. "I know I can be.. A rude asshole - a lot of the time.." March admitted as you felt him start to play with the top of the blanket slightly.

You didn't dare make a single sound as he continued to talk, telling you about how everyone at the Inn was starting to wonder where you were, and how Reina came to the conclusion that you might be over worked.. "-Then Olric offered to check up on you and-" March paused before continuing, having now moved his arm back down from the hem of the blanket as he ceased his delicate fiddling. "And.. And I told him I'd go instead."

The fact you were now frowning didn't go unnoticed by March, who must've been watching you to make sure you didn't open your eyes again. "I know, I know.. I don't why either.... You just-.... You made everyone worried.." March said, trailing off as he went silent again.

After feeling the blankets shift slightly beside you, you peaked your eye open to see March was doing, only to get told off again after seeing March's head resting on his arm directly in front of you. "Sleep." He said, but you had already closed your eye when you saw his eyes intently watching yours.

Your face ran hot with heat from the proximity, which was apparently very visible to March. "Fuck- Please don't tell me you have a damn fever.." He grumbled out, using the back of his free hand to touch your forehead as he continued to complain. "If you went diving and didn't fucking keep warm I'm taking you to Valen." March half threatened, prompting you to frown as he retracted his hand from your forehead.

"Your shipping bin smells like fish." He clarified before you felt him move against the blankets again. This time you felt weight remove itself from beside you, which had you shooting your eyes open with a desperation for company. March looked at you blankly from where he still sat on the floor beside your bed, leaning back on his arms as you watched him open his mouth to tell you off again.

"I'm sleeping..!" You said quickly, hearing a huff emit from the red head in front of your once more closed eyes.

"So.." March started after seconds more of silence. "Why weren't you at the Inn?" He asked, making an exhausted sigh leave you before you spoke. "Tired." You said, waiting for a moment before elaborating on your day. "Tended to crops.. Fed animals... Fished for a stupid non-existent Summer salmon.... Spent all my money on crops.... Planted them.... Went fishing again, but for the Museum.... Died inside.... No energy.... Cried in bed.." You said, starting to tear up again when March spoke up.

"I know it goes against what I always say to you.. But you do a lot around here- Too fucking much to be honest.. And I-" March paused for the umpteenth time that night as you pried your eyes open and looked at him.

He was sitting in the exact same position as when you last opened your eyes, only now he had his head turned from you. Yet, his eyes keep their sights on you, and this time he didn't have the heart to tell you off. March ended up breaking contact with your eyes, his face reddening slightly as he spoke.

"You're enough- More than enough.. You're honestly too much but- Sigh...." March quickly darted his eyes to, and away from you before he continued. "You're a lot. You're so much.. You mean so much- To literally everyone." He said, making another, single tear fall down your face. But this time you had just enough energy.

"Thank you.. March." You managed out, smiling as a few more tears fell down and onto the pillow beneath you.

March wasn't sure what had you crying this time, unsure on whether he did good or bad with his words. But he was by your side once more the moment he watched those tears form into droplets in the corners of your eyes. With a sigh of relief, March relaxed after seeing the slight smile on your face, only to watch it fall the next second as a soft snore left you.

Finally.. You were asleep.